Began Typing: 5:57 PM 6/22/2008 -

Posted: Some other time at least 20 days later...

At Sixes and Sevens- Chapter 5 (A Minor Mishap)

"It's alright, Ike..." Peach pat the poor boy's shoulder lightly.

Ike didn't respond, still clunking his head against the wall. The whole ordeal couldn't possibly have gone over worse. Zelda was honestly trying her hardest not to giggle, but alas, she still had to snicker at the randomness of Ike's mistake. "Did he at least see how good you looked in the tux?" Samus questioned from nearby, only partly interested. The other half of her was more interested in the magazine she was reading.

"I...Don't...Know..." Ike stated between his rythmatic head-bashings, desisting momentarily to say, "All I know is that I was broad-sided by a half-full bottle of Herbal Essence shampoo. That and Marth was definitely in the bathroom."

Zelda sighed. "Well Ike, it's nearly eleven o'clock at night now...You should head back to your room...sorry about tonight's mix-up."

"That's alright, Zelda." He sighed in return. "We tried."

"We'll try again tomorrow," Samus added, likely to be entertained by Ike's shenanigans, "when we know he's NOT taking a bath. Wait...did you see anything while you were in there?"

The three girls stared at Ike expectantly. Ike shook his head 'no', back in his own clothes. "The bathtub's behind the door. He must've beamed me over the door with the damned shampoo as it was..."

"Just do us a favor when you get back." Zelda suggested.

"Hm?"

"Say you're sorry. He won't like it if you don't."

Ike nodded. "Thanks, girls."

With that he headed off down the hall, his hands shoved in his pockets, head hung. Yet another night he had failed to impress Marth and merely made a fool out of himself. The prince would never like him at this rate. This time, when he arrived at the door, it was unlocked and the only light was a dim lamp in the corner. He could see Marth's shadow cast on the wall behind the bed. He would've thought he was asleep, except when he began to approach the bed, he turned and faced him with an indecipherable look on his face. "Perv..." He mumbled.

Ike sighed. "I'm sorry about that. I knocked and the door was locked. When you didn't answer, I thought you might be hurt..."

Marth stared at him oddly. "Why would you care if I was hurt or not?"

"..." Ike attempted to seem indifferent, shrugging. "Hey...do you wanna...I dunno...share the couch?"

"?" Marth shaded his eyes against the lamp. "Why? Do you want to share the desk or something? Because I am not giving it to you."

"Why not?"

Marth fell silent. It was just as Zelda told him, he had no good reason. "Fine..." He mumbled, rolling over so his back was to Ike. "We can share the desk, too."

Ike grinned triumphantly, glad Marth didn't see. He reached out and stroked the prince's hair, seeing him visibly shiver, although he did not tell him to stop. In fact, he heard a soft grunt from Marth which he tried to disguise by coughing. Ike smiled. "What? You like it when people play with your hair?"

Marth winced. "N-no..."

"Don't worry so much, I won't tease you for it. In fact, do you want me to keep playing with it?"

Marth tried not to smile. "I...I suppose..."

Ike sat down behind Marth and stroked the prince's hair. Marth made very little noise, Ike eventually realizing he had fallen asleep. Ike couldn't help but wish he could fall asleep so easily. He knew he would be up all night worrying about Marth. He climbed up to the top bunk and sighed, putting his arms behind his head. Just thinking of the effeminate male below made his mind race.

Some other time:

Marth and Ike were, apparently, on walking basis, as they were currently walking to breakfast together. Marth didn't appear to have a care in the world, but Ike was visibly tense. He was going to try to impress Marth today with his "manners", or lack there of. Peach pulled out her chair, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Ike blinked, pulling out his chair. Peach shook her head 'no' and pointed to Marth's chair. Ike's eyes lit up. He understood. He pulled the chair out for Marth.

Unfortunately, he merely pulled it out from under him and the prince blushed embarrassed, as he sat on the ground and all the other smashers laughed. Marth gave Ike a hurt look that was difficult for the mercenary to stomach. Peach sighed, shaking her head. The girls had their work cut out for them. Ike knelt down to Marth, holding out a hand. "I'm sorry, prince! Here, let me help you up..."

Marth took his hand and Ike pulled him up, seating him in the chair and scooting him in. Ike sat down next to him, returning his gaze to Peach who flopped out her napkin and lay it on her own lap. Ike copied, afterwards gleaming at Marth. Marth seemed to watch him from the corner of his eye, at least intrigued. Ike surveyed the table, spotting pancakes and syrup across from Marth. He licked his lips and began to extend his arm, halting when Peach cleared her throat. He blinked, looking back up at her in confusion. She, in turn, pointed at Marth's face. He was eyeing Ike near distastefully, apparently unimpressed with his attempt at the pancakes. Ike, though, wasn't really sure why. "Mario," Peach stated, "Could you pass me a waffle, please?"

"Sure-a princess."

Ike looked back to Marth, not really sure how this was supposed to roll out. "Marth," the noble looked at him questioningly, "would you pass the plate of pancakes..." He added as an abrupt after thought, "...Please?"

Marth's lips curved up into a slight smile as he pushed the plate of pancakes to Ike. Ike smiled widely at Peach, who grinned back at him. Ike proudly forked the vast majority of the pancakes onto his plate, drenching them with syrup. He grabbed the fork, like a dagger, about to spear his food and cram it into his mouth when he caught Marth staring at him again, a fork in his own hand. "What are you doing?" Marth asked.

"Uh..." Ike scanned the room, catching Zelda's eye. She acted like she was yawning. "J-just sleepy...that's all..."

When Marth turned away, she demonstrated the proper way to hold his silverware. Ike felt childish. How hard could it possibly be to get Marth to like him, after all? "So," Marth began, conversation aimed at Ike, "did you have a nice rest last night?"

"Uh...y-yeah, you could say that. Say, are you gonna be busy later?"

"No, not particularly. Why?"

"I was wondering, do you want to practice with me? I could snag a smashball from the stadium and we'll just duke it out."

Marth looked skeptical. "You know that's incredibly dangerous, right? Not to mention getting that smashball would be stealing..."

Ike rolled his eyes. "You worry too much. Just meet me outside when you're done eating."

Several Careless Moments later:

Marth was horribly nervous about Ike's plan, but he had been challenged and he would not lose. He stood outside at this point. "'Come outside when you're done eating'," He mocked, "yeah, fine, but where is HE?"

Ike suddenly came running over the hill, the multicolored smashball in his arms protectively. "G-got it!" He laughed. "Hah! That wasn't so hard!"

"You are late."

Ike sighed. "Sorry to rub you the wrong way, princess."

Marth's eyes narrowed. "I thought we agreed not to call me that ever again."

Ike shrugged, the smashball firmly in his palm. "Lighten up. Ready to spar?"

"Yes." Marth stated, drawing Falchion. Ike, he thought, deserved a good smack in the face. And he would like to give in to him.

Ike frowned. His set up hadn't worked. He just wanted to get Marth away from everyone so they could talk alone and relax. He only brought the smashball because the ever-changing colors were captivating. He hadn't expected Marth to go through with it. Ike tossed the smashball into the air, pulling Ragnell off his back. "Well, alright then, but we won't use the smashball."

Marth was perplexed. Then why did he...bring it? Whatever, Ike made no sense anyways. It was best to not try to understand where his mind was headed. Marth decided to take the first move and charged at Ike, only to meet a well-timed counter. Marth skid back several yards and looked up, ducking as Ike dashed past him. The sword of gold grazed Marth's shoulder, leaving a decently deep wound across Marth's left shoulder. Ike grinned. "You have to be faster than that!" He laughed, only finding himself to be slashed across the waist by a sharp blade.

Ike winced in pain, then smiled. It was only like a paper cut to him. He was merely playing a game of cat and mouse with him. After a few more minutes of vigorous fighting, the smashball began to loom overhead as the two panted for breath. Marth took a slash combo at Ike. His eyes followed Ike up into the air, widening as he returned. He had never seen any heavyweight swordsman fly into the air like that.

Ike grinned as he evaded Marth's final slash of his combo, tossing his sword into the air and following it. Suddenly, he felt energy engulf him. He could see his arms glowing the multicolor he had seen on only one other object. He wanted to scream as his body clunked to the ground, narrowly missing Marth. He had hit the smashball.

There was no chance for him to call out or stop as his body began to move on his own accord, entering the mechanical mode, also known as Great Aether. For a while, everything was dark and the world faded out around him.

When he returned to his senses, his sword's hilt protruded from the ground...and Marth's chest. Ike's body began to shake and he collapsed to the ground, putting his hand behind Marth's head gently. "M-Marth!" He cried, his voice quavering. "No, no! Stop! Say something! Anything!"

The blue-haired prince did not respond, his eyes shut. An ominous crimson liquid spilt from the corners of his mouth. His cape was torn to ribbons and the majority of his clothes were a deep, soaking red from the blood that was likely pouring from every crevice of his body. Ike glanced back to the sword, clutching it swiftly and yanking it from Marth's body, tossing it aside afterwards. The sudden tug caused Marth to attempt a scream of pain, it registering as a gargle of blood that clogged his throat and leaked into his trachea. "No!" Ike cried, collapsing by the prince. "Don't speak! Just breathe! Please!"

Marth's now pale hand clutched Ike's folded up sleeve and Ike grabbed it, returning to Marth's side. "Don't move." Ike attempted to hold strong for Marth's sake. "I need to go get help!"

Marth grabbed his hand, causing Ike to halt. "S-stay...ugh..." Marth's breathing became laborious.

"You need help, Marth! How can you...?"

"Ike...uh...what's...wrong...w-with...you?"

"...huh?" Ike crawled up beside the boy.

"L-lately..." This was followed by a stomach churning cough.

So, he had noticed how different he had been acting. He had been wondering why his obvious actions were going unnoticed. "Marth now's not the time." And indeed, it wasn't. The prince was still leaking out every bodily fluid his skin had ever contained.

Yet Marth still would not release him, making him unable to retrieve help. Ike found he had little choice other than to carry Marth back to Smash Manor. Hopefully Dr. Mario was still in...Ike knelt down, his tan pants stained green from the grass. He carefully worked his right arm under Marth's shoulder blades, feeling him immediately tense. He wanted to sob. This was all his fault. If he hadn't pushed Marth...called him a princess...if only he'd just told him how he felt instead of trying to impress him!

He wiggled his left arm under Marth's legs, standing up slowly. The prince's head hung backwards over Ike's arms, but he did not scream, this being a relief to the mercenary. He held Marth close to his chest, as if to protect him from further harm and began to head towards the manor. Peach and Zelda were surely going to kill him this time. He began to walk faster, knowing he had to hurry. He slowed back down as Marth gargled a scream again. Ike frowned. Marth was just going to have to deal with some discomfort if he wanted to get to the hospital in time. It was around this time that he realized he had forgotten both swords back in the field. He shrugged slightly. It hardly mattered now.

Ike kicked open the large double doors to the residence and began to charge down the hall. Marth's faint heartbeat had begun receding even more, if at all possible, and the fragile prince continued to pale and cough with more gusto. "Hang in there prince!" Ike panted, blowing past Peach and Zelda who, evidently, did not see him holding Marth.

Marth's world was fading, and fast. His eyes were losing sight, the surroundings fading to oblivion. Eventually, all that remained was an erratic beat... the beat of a thumping heart. He knew Ike held him, he'd felt the male hold him before when he tossed him off of the arena. But this touch was new. He was gentle and the usual shock waves were reduced.

Marth let his ear press into Ike's chest, allowing the heartbeat to grow louder. It was incredibly swift, pulsing many times faster than his own. Or was it that his was slowing? The mercenary's body was so warm, so full of life and heavily built, aimed for his protection.

Ike could no longer go faster. Marth had begun to feel cold and his skin grew clammy, drenched with sweat. Ike huffed and glanced around. He was still a floor away from Dr.Mario's but could proceed no farther. All of Marth's body heat had left with the wind that had wisped by. Ike pulled himself over to the wall and sat down, wrapping his cape around Marth as he sat him in his lap. That's when he realized that both he and Marth were drenched in blood. Marth's blood. And there was currently nothing he could do except wait until someone passed them and got the doc down to them Fortunately, Ike's favorite puffball friend with a large appetite came down the hall, likely looking for something to eat. "Kirby!" Ike called, waving him down.

Kirby pounced over. "Poyo?"

"You have to help!" Ike tried to remain calm, finding it more and more difficult as Marth slumped farther into him. "I need you to get Dr.Mario and bring him here!"

"Poyo?"

Ike could only assume he'd asked why. "Because Marth's injured! I can't take him any farther without severe blood and temperature loss!"

Kirby looked excited. "Poyo!"

Suddenly, Marth was sucked into Kirby's mouth, the puffball growing to about twice its normal size. Ike's eyes widened. Kirby's mouth was perfect to get Marth to the doc's! It was like a womb, cradling the injured boy until he could be treated. "Great idea!" Ike exclaimed, "Now quick, follow me!"

After running several steps, Ike found that Kirby could not run fast enough with Marth in tow. Ike scooped Kirby up in his arms, determined to get the prince to the hospital. He burst through the door gracelessly, Dr.Mario screaming as he did. "Hey-a! What's-a your problem-a?!" He looked angry until he saw the inflated Kirby in the swordsman's arms. "Indigestion again-a?"

Ike ran over to a bed and Kirby (somehow) gently spit Marth back out. Ike immediately pressed his head to Marth's chest. His heartbeat was still disappearing on him. Dr.Mario was already getting the wire frame nurses to Marth's bed, preparing for a blood transfusion. The doc suddenly turned to Ike. "Do-a you know anyone-a with type A+ blood-a?"

"I do." He answered, heart still racing with adrenaline.

Dr.Mario sighed. "He-a needs a transfusion-a. Will-a you donate-a?"

Ike grabbed Marth's limp hand, nodding. "Sure. Now...uh...what does that mean...exactly?"

After Ike was savagely attacked by a needle that made him feel queasy, he was back at Marth's side, watching his blood fill the boy through a clear tube and into his colorless skin. The machine in the corner was beeping spastically, finally halting in a straight line and a low tone filled the room. For some reason, this made the nurses panic more, although he momentarily was sighing in relief. "What?!" Ike screamed, their panic causing his cool to blow away. "Is that bad?! What does that mean!?"

"Get him out of here!" Someone yelled.

Ike didn't like that. The nurses blew past him with amazing force, retrieving the rehabilitators. One grabbed his arm. "Sir, you have to leave now."

"No!" Ike shrugged free of her grasp, another grabbing hold of his forearm. "What's happening!? Is Marth alright?!"

"Sir, we'll-!"

Ike, quite Incredible Hulk-like, tossed the nurses off of him and shoved his way through the remaining nurses between him and Marth's bedside, squatting by the side, holding the rails. His face immediately whipped around to Dr.Mario's general position. "Tell me what's happening!!" He demanded.

Dr.Mario ran to his side. "His heart's-a failing! We-a need to give him-a CPR!"

Ike, like the brute he is, tossed everyone aside, placing his hand one-on-top of the other on Marth's chest, looking to a nurse for the okay to pump. She nodded, looming over Marth's face. Ike pressed down quickly, Marth's body bouncing as he did from the sheer force. "Take it-a easy-a, Ike!" Dr.Mario exclaimed. "You'll-a kill him at-a that rate-a!"

Ike winced, slowing the rate and decreasing the pressure. He felt miserable, watching as Marth's lifeless form clung to life, his body shaking with each jolt. Suddenly, after about five minutes, the machine jump-started, along with Marth's chest, it beginning to heave for air. "He's online!" A nurse called. "Move him into surgery, quickly!"

The nurses began wheeling the cot away, Ike giving chase as it began to roll into the ER. "Marth, you hang in there! Don't you die on me!" Ike called after him as he rolled off.

He could've sworn he saw Marth's lips curve into a smile as he disappeared behind the heavy iron doors of the emergency room. Ike stood there. His head felt light and he looked for a place to sit down, finding an old wooden bench in the corner of the room. He sat down with a clunk, rubbing his hands down his face exasperatedly. He began to twiddle his thumbs after a moment. He hadn't even told him how he felt...

Kirby suddenly appeared in his lap. "Poyo?" He questioned.

Ike grinned sadly, patting Kirby's head. "Thanks Kirby, you were a great help. I just wasn't fast enough..."

"Poyo-yo!"

Ike smiled as Kirby pat him on the back, as if trying to reassure him that prince would be fine. Ike sighed. "I hope you're right..."

Kirby plopped back into Ike's lap, apparently deciding to stay until Marth returned. It seemed like Dr.Mario was in there for days, even tough the total time only surmounted to a whopping 45 minutes combined. Ike leaped to his feet as Dr.Mario wheeled the prince back in, making sure all his fluid connections were secure. "Doc?" Ike asked, approaching slowly with Kirby still in his arms. "Is he gonna be alright? How's he doing?"

Dr.Mario grinned, facing Ike. "He'll be-a fine-a. Just-a let him-a get some-a rest-a."

Ike sighed heavily, relieved. "Thanks so much, doc."

"Poyo!" Kirby chimed in.

The doctor turned to the two of Marth's visitors expectantly. "Did you-a sign in-a?"

"Erm...s-sign in?" Ike grumbled.

"Poyo-yo?"

Dr.Mario nodded. "Yes-a. It's a mandatory-a precaution-a. Here-a, sign-a this sheet-a. You-a too, Kirby."

Both smashers signed the piece of paper on Dr.Mario's clipboard, crowding Marth's bedside afterwards. "What did you guys do in there?" Ike questioned, searching Marth.

"Well, he had-a many tears in-a his chest-a, one piercing a corner-a of his lung-a. We-a mainly did-a stitching. He shouldn't move-a his upper-a body for a while-a so he-a doesn't stretch-a the stitches and I recommend-a that he stays-a out of the tournament-a for at least a week-a for healing purposes-a. What's-a your relation-a?"

Ike briefly pondered how annoying it was that to doc added an √a to every other word before stuttering out. ⌠Uh┘r-room mates."

"Marvellous-a! I trust-a you can-a make-a sure-a he takes-a two doses of Novocain-a a day-a?"

"Of course." Ike took the medicine, resisting the urge to grasp the Italian by his neck and strangle him. "Thank again-a. I-I mean, thanks again."

"Will-a you be-a staying-a the night-a? We're-a not-a discharging him-a until tomorrow-a anyways-a."

"I'd like-a to." Yesh. That was more infectious than he had thought.

"Should-a I take out-a the cots-a?"

"No, I'll stay in the chair...a...nuts.."

"Poyo!" The squeaky voice interrupted their conversation.

Ike grinned at Kirby, patting his head. "Thanks again, Kirbs. You can go now if you'd like to."

Ike soon found himself alone with Marth as the clock on a nearby mantel struck six o'clock in the evening. The prince slept peacefully, Ike's ragged cape still encircling his effeminate body. The doctors had not disposed of it like the rest of Marth's blood-stained clothes. Ike couldn't help but smile softly to himself.

He stood up, leaning over the bedside, gulping. Marth was fast asleep, his light pink lips parted slightly as he dreamed. Strangely enough, all Ike could think about was those dumb fairy tales his little sister back home demanded he read to her nightly. He leaned down over the bed, careful not to shake it too much. His hair tickled Marth's nose, causing the boy to skink slightly. Ike chuckled, putting a hand behind the prince's head, lifting it up with ease. He felt so stupid┘but the princess needed him more than he ever might again.

Ike ruled out his indecision and jammed his lips against Marth's. Marth did nothing in return, not that expected him to. Ike let his eyes flutter shut, continuing to play a solo game of hockey with Marth's jaw. He let his kisses trail down the prince's neck, grunting as the skin made contact with his lips each time. The prince's skin was softer than silk, just like his luxurious blue hair. The world seemed to stop turning as Ike released Marth's skin from his lips' embraces. Now he knew he couldn't let the princess escape him.

Ike returned to the chair but his eyes lingered on Marth. He would make him fall for him no matter what. "Ike! Marth!" A voice called from the door.

Ike glanced over, a momentary distraction from gazing enthralled at Marth. It was Peach and Zelda, their eyes filled with worry as they darted to Marth's bedside. "We came as soon as Dr.Mario told us," Zelda explained, conversation aimed at Ike, "Is he alright?"

"He should be." He answered, standing again.

Peach seemed more interested with Ike. "Did you tell him yet?" She interrogated.

Ike shook his head, brushing a stray hair from Marth's eyes. "No. But I..."

"You...?" Peach encouraged, rising her brows.

"I kissed him."

Both girls' eyes widened. "How did he take it?"

Ike shrugged. "I did it while he slept."

Zelda pat Ike's back. "Don't worry, Ike. He can't possibly hate you. How can anyone hate someone who's done as much as you have for them?"

Ike sighed. "I hope you're right. I just wanna be near him..."

Peach giggled. "Gee, Ike, since when did you get so caring?"

"..." Ike clutched the handrails of the bed, quite basically white-knuckling them. 'This is all my fault..."

Peach and Zelda stared at him questioningly, their eyes no longer on Marth. Zelda stepped towards him and put her hand on his shoulder. He avoided her gaze like the plague. For some reason, the princesses always made him feel more remorseful, and currently he didn't think that was possible and wasn't keen on the idea of being proved wrong. "How is this your fault?" Zelda's voice was now stern, making Ike wonder for their friendship if he spilt.

But he had to. The guilt was consuming him. "I asked him to train with me outside, after breakfast. I promised him I would grab a smashball. I...didn't ever plan on actually fighting. I was just hoping to get him out there alone to talk to him. But I...I nicked the smashball with Ragnell on the tip of Aether..."

Peach and Zelda seemed to understand. They appeared in no way angry. Infact, they appeared rather sympathetic. "So, you hit him with Great Aether?"

Ike swallowed the lump in his throat, only to have it return sevenfold. If he were to talk at this point, he was likely to cry. He definitely couldn't have that happen. He simply nodded in response.

Suddenly, the hospital door flew open and the same pink puffball from earlier entered, headed towards Ike. "Poyo!" It called, looking exceedingly happy.

In both hands, it held two swirl lollipops. It held one out to Ike, shaking it slightly when he didn't take the sugary goodness. "Poyo-yo!" Ike thought Kirby's arms would come unhinged from flailing so much.

Kirby held the candy steady as Ike knelt down, turning his head to the side curiously. Ike pointed to the candy. "For me?"

"Poyo!" Kirby proceeded to shove the sugar into Ike's mouth, the force knocking the mercenary to his butt.

Peach and Zelda laughed and Ike pat Kirby's head (which might be his body too). "Fank you, Firbth." He slurred.

"Poyo!" Kirby hopped up onto the handrails of Marth's bed, holding out the lollipop to the resting prince. "Poyo-yo?"

Ike hiked to his feet and gently took the lollipop from Kirby, lying it down on the night table. "He's taking a nap, Kirby."

"Poyo!"

"I promise to give it to him when he wakes up."

"Poyo-yo poyo?"

"No, I won't eat it."

Kirby hopped off the handrails and sat in Ike's chair by the bed, gazing around curiously. The girls watched as Ike put the lollipop in the corner of his mouth and looked to the Kirby. "Will you be staying?"

"Poyo!" Kirby's arms flopped in the air cheerfully.

Ike could only assume that meant yes. "Will you help me take care of the princess?"

"Poyo!"

Ike got a deviant idea. "Kirby, can you say ...prince?"

"Poyo? ...Pr...oyo."

"Prince."

"Prioyo!"

"Priiiiiiiiince..."

"Prince-oyo!"

"Prince. No oyo."

"P-prince. Prince!"

"Now, can you say princess?"

"Prince...ss?"

"Yes, princess."

"Princess!"

Ike tried not to laugh with Peach and Zelda. "Now," he began again, "repeat after me: Good morning, princess."

"Goo-morning pwincess."

Ike grinned, patting Kirby's head. "That'll do Kirby. Now, say that when out friend here starts to wake up, okay?"

"Poyo!"

"Marth's going to be so mad at you." Zelda stifled more laughter with her hand.

Ike picked Kirby up in his arms and sat down on the chair, letting Kirby get comfortable in his lap. "If you need anything," Ike mumbled, "I'll be here all night. They're discharging him tomorrow, so I'll take him back to the room, with Kirby's help, of course."

"Poyo!"

Peach nodded. "Well...we're going to go now. You know where to find us, right Ike?"

Ike nodded. "Of course."

Peach and Zelda had knocked off two hours, it now 8.Ike decided he and Kirby should play board games, but had to stop when Kirby ate half the chess pieces. "That was my dad's set..." Ike grumbled.

"Poyo..." Kirby looked as sad as a puffball can look.

"Eh..." Ike grinned. "It's fine. I can always carve new pieces with him."

"Poyo!"

Darn Kirby and his ability to eat sandbags! It causes me so much trouble...I had to torment Ike with Kirby's insane eating habits, too. Poor Marth, he's always a punching bag... This chapter reached a new level of annoyance when Word screwed up on me and turned all my punctuation into squiggles. I had to go through and redo everything! And it HAD to be on the LONGEST chapter so far, too! I wasn't sure where to stop this one, but this seems to work nicely...

Doesn't own FE, SSBB, Herbal Essences, nothin, once again...
Oh, and if anyone asks, I do have my own TV now. Woo! Thanx to my reviewers!I'd give you all cookies but then it would look like i'm trying to shut down your computers, so take this as my thanks:

This is me giving you a hug.