Began Typing: 8:07 PM 7/9/2008
Posted: 2:46 PM 7/18/2008
At Sixes and Sevens- Chapter 8 (Finale)
"What do they mean?"
That was the question going through everyone's mind snice the intercom had gone off just earlier. "Master Hand's sick?" Ike asked Fox at the breakfast table as he pocketed an extra cinnamon roll for Marth. The prince demanded that he go and eat with the other smashers that morning and he wasn't intent on denying. "How does a giant hand get sick?!"
Fox shrugged. "Who knows. All I heard was the announcement. I mean, Master Hand was absent at the last tournament rounds, so nobody really knows how bad it is."
"He's a GIANT HAND!" Ike yelled, pounding the table with his fists. "What does he have, a stomach virus!? I mean, seriously!"
"Calm down, man" Falco grumbled from nearby. "I'm sure he just has a runny nose or something."
The table roared in laughter a moment afterwards, including Ike. "Well, fill me in if you guys figure anything out," he stated, grabbing an extra glass of orange juice, "i've gotta go give Marth his breakfast."
Before leaving, Ike was sure to grab several more criossants and a doughnut or two. He threw open the door to dorm 110 carelessly, balancing everything in one hand. "'Morning, Marth! I brought you some breakfast!"
Ike helped Marth prop himself up against the headboard, handing him a cinnamon roll. Marth took it graciously, biting into it delicately. "So, what is the gossip?" Marth questioned.
Ike lay down on the bed, stretching slightly. "From what everyone's been saying, Master Hand's supposedly sick."
"How does...?"
"I know! How can a giant hand be sick!? Falco decided he has a runny nose."
Marth couldn't help but laugh. Ike grinned. "Is he okay?" Marth asked.
Ike shrugged. "He hasn't been at the last few matches. Nobody really knows his situation."
It was now thesixth day Marth was in bed and Ike couldn't help but mentally note that he would be free in one day. Similar rumors spread over the last few days about Master Hand's condition. No one was really taking it seriously. Ike sat by Marth on the bottom bunk, folding paper airplanes that Falco had taught him to make and tossing them into the trashcan across the room. Marth simply laughed as the perfect planes zoomed into the bucket. Ike was trying to teach him how to make them. Key word here, people. TRYING. "Just fold it like this..."
"Like...this?"
"Sort of, but more...there!"
"Oh!"
"Now, toss!"
Marth laughed as the paper plane swerved away from the trashcan. Ike blinked. "Ah! What a rip off! Don't worry, i'm sure it was just nervous. Quick try again before it gets scared!"
Marth reached down into his lap and picked up a piece of paper, beginning to fold it. "No, no," Ike mumbled, "not like that, like-!"
Ike's hands were ontop of Marth's, attempting to help him fold the airplane. Marth couldn't help but blush slightly, Ike's chin practicaly on his his shoulder, his breath tickling his ear. Marth giggled slightly. "There!" Ike exclaimed, backing off. "Now try!"
Marth tossed the plane and it whizzed into the trashcan. "Yes!" Ike cheered. "It's in! Fifty points!"
Suddenly, they were interrupted by a deep male voice on the intercom. "Attention Super Smash Brothers Brawl contestants, due to extraneous difficulties in the supervisors department, the tourney will be delayed. Please pack your things and head out to the seperate buses to return home. I repeat..."
Ike and Marth packed their few belongings in silence, not sure what to say. They only halted in the foyer, just before they would have to seperate. "I...guess this is goodbye." Marth sighed.
Ike smiled. "For now. It's just delayed, right?"
Marth nodded. "I suppose you are right..."
"Say," Ike began, "are you okay to walk?"
"Yes. I had Dr.Mario inspect me before I began packing. He said I healed quicker than he thought I would. I should be fine."
"Ah...you know, it's gonna be boring without you."
Marth laughed. "I could say the same. Well...until we meet again..."
"Wait."
Marth blinked, facing Ike again. The larger swordsman had removed his headband and now held it out to Marth. "Take it." He prompted.
"But, Ike...that's-!"
"I know. It's just a loaner though, alright? This is my promise we'll meet again."
Marth grinned, taking the deep green cloth. "...swear?"
Ike laughed loudly. "I swear."
Ike pulled Marth into his arms, giving him a large hug just before Peach and Zelda showed up. "Come on, you two," Peach teased, "it's not like you won't see each other ever again."
"I know that!" Ike argued. "It's just gonna be so boring back home without him..."
Zelda gave Marth a hug. "We'll miss you too, Marth. You're free to visit me, you know?"
Marth nodded. "Thanks, Zelda, but i'm sure Sheeda can offer me board until the next bus."
Peach gave Marth a flying hug, laughing as he gasped for air. "You MUST come visit Mario and I in the Mushroom Kingdom sometime!"
"I...I suppose I can try."
Ike chuckled. Marth sure was getting a lot of attention. "Poyo!"
Ike faced Kirby, grinning. "Hello there, Kirby. Are you leaving, too?"
"Poyo, poyo!"
Ike nodded. "I'll miss you."
"Poyo-yo!"
Ike pat Krby's head/body. "Take care."
After everyone else said their goodbyes to their other friends, people began boarding buses. Marth and Ike looked at each other. "I'll see you soon." Marth assured.
Ike nodded. "Yeah...soon..."
The two split ways, boarding their buses and departing to their homelands.
Odds are, you didn't see that coming and I apologize for the abrupt ending. If i'd written anymore it would've cut into part 2. Strange stopping point though...feh. Oh well. Well, I hope you all continue reading in Part 2, Return of the Sixth and the Seventh. It'll be updated the same as this one (every two days) and obviously still have IkeMarth themes. Oh boy!
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Thank you for the great reviews! I can't say I don't appreciate the corrections and suggestions, but i'm sure how to fix some of the stuffz...anyways, Link is the only one who outwardly expresses his distaste, no one else. Oh and uh...the mature themes really come in on Part 3. That's actually all Part 3 is... :) Sorry to make you wait!