(Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not own Evanescence or their song My Immortal. I own a box of Band-Aids, but not the company. Warnings: shonen-ai, totally AU, and again, complete tard-ness on my behalf. But hopefully it'll once again, be overlooked. Oh, and angst. I think.)

In honor of my current Super Smash Bros: Brawl obsession.


I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone


These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

I plod to the door, wondering who the heck would be trying to see me at this time of day. Okay, it was a Saturday and it was a quarter to noon, but no one really visited me, and I didn't mind. Nope. Not one bit. What're you trying to imply? No, I'm not lonely.

"Marth?" Now that was a face I haven't seen for a couple of years. After college we had just sort of split off to our own worlds. Although, he was just how I met him for the first time: polite, prim and proper, and most of all, laughingly feminine.

"Sorry for visiting unannounced, Ike," he says at first. "May I come in?"

I shrug, move to the side, and wave him into the apartment. As I close the door, I can tell he's looking around. Even though he hasn't been in these rooms for years, I know he can immediately tell the difference. He has a great memory and is extremely observant.

"He's gone," Marth whispers after a few seconds of just taking in the living room.

"Yeah," I choke out.

He alights softly onto the couch. "Since when?"

"Five months, three days, six hours, and thirty two minutes." Yes, I'm horribly precise at these things. It sucks sometimes, take this time for example. Do you think I want to remember exactly how long he had been gone?

Marth just nods sympathetically. "I won't push you."

"Thanks." I sit down on the couch next to him, folding my hands together and staring at them in my lap. "So how's the redhead?"

"Roy?"

I nod.

"He's doing alright. He was the one who told me to visit, actually," he mumbles. "I wonder if he knows."

I sigh. "Probably. You know how they were. Are. Whatever." From the moment Roy and Pit had met, courtesy of Marth, the two had become like brothers. Two long lost brothers bent on catching up on years and years of way overdue pranking. It was a bit scary at first, but at least they soon learned not to throw their pranks on either me or Marth. On the others though, that was a different story.

"Are," Marth nods. "You don't…keep in touch?"

My hands tightened their grip on each other. I shake my head. Unwanted memories pop up sporadically. A little tidbit here, a little glance here. The way his blue eyes had been shining with remorse as he explained. I suppress them down with a hearty mental stomp. When I glance back up at Marth, his eyes have widened ever so slightly with realization.

"Of course," he mutters. "He didn't want either of you to suffer because of the long distance."

I just silently nod. Pit terribly hates the thought of having to have a long distance relationship, considering we couldn't actually do anything together, so it was completely pointless. Well that's his reasoning. I'm completely and utterly fine with it, but I didn't want to force him to do anything he didn't want to. Even if…that meant taking me out of the picture.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I take a deep breath and lean back. "Yeah."

"Alright." Usually that would mean to any other person that they should leave, but Marth knew me too well. He will stay sitting there, keeping his perfect posture, until I physically throw him out the door. Not even Roy would be able to remove him by my side unless it was of the utmost emergency. I'm not one for physical comforting, but I have to admit that just his presence there was calming. I close my eyes, because even though all his stuff was gone, I could still feel a part of him there with me, any time I look around. Memories pop up, and this time I can't stop the flow. Marth clasps a hand over one of mine, and it's the only thing that's keeping me from falling apart.


When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

We were in the dorm room, me and Marth. I was trying to do research for an essay on the computer, opening window after window on the internet. He was sitting on his bed, reading a book. At the time, I couldn't understand why he kept glancing at the alarm clock, but every few pages or so, he would glance up, an unreadable expression in his eyes, and then go back to reading. Read, glance, read, glance. I suppose he thought I knew what he was worried about, but I didn't.

After checking the clock again, he stuck a bookmark into his book, snapped it shut, and closed his eyes. His hands were shaking. His face was frightfully blank. I knew that look. He was trying to control himself from doing something really, really dangerous.

"Hey, Marth, what's wrong?"

"Ike, you know that hill with the trees?" he answered with his own question.

I blinked, confused. "Yeah, what about it?"

"You should go there."

"Why?" Things could possibly not get any more confusing.

"Now."

I frowned, but closed my laptop and put on my boots as I grabbed a jacket. "I'll be back then," I said as I grabbed my key and left. I stuffed it into my pocket as I walked down the halls. Something was seriously off. Marth rarely got like that and I was concerned. As I thought about it more and more, my pace started picking up, until I was almost sprinting. As I approached the small hill, it was more like a bump on the ground than a hill, I saw a couple of people there. I slowed and slowly approached. What I saw made me furious.

That big stocky brute with flaming red hair, Bowser, had Pit grabbed by his shirt, easily lifting him into the air. Off to the side, Link was busy giving Ganondorf a black eye. I ran up to Bowser and gave him a good punch to the face. He let go, growling, and shoved me down, returning the favor. I gritted my teeth together, giving Pit a quick glance to make sure he was okay. I kicked Bowser in the stomach, flipping him off of me. I stood up, standing over him, glaring. I noticed that there were a few cuts on his arms. Odd. Over off to the side, Ganondorf was backing away.

"Let's go. This isn't worth it."

"Che." Bowser spit at me and backed off.

"You okay?" Link asked me.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that?" I looked him up and down. His hair was disheveled, his bottom lip was split, probably had a bunch of bruises everywhere, and he had a few scrapes from the ground.

"Ah, I'm fine. I fight with Ganon all the time." He nodded his head to Pit. "Him however, we need to look at."

My eyes widened and I turned my head so quickly I think I got whiplash. He was pretty much curled up into a ball, the one eye that wasn't all black was wide and he was shaking.

"Oh dear…" He had cuts everywhere, caused by who knows what, dozens of brilliant bruises were appearing all over, and then there was that black eye. When I touched him, he flinched away. I frowned, but lifted him anyways. I could feel him trembling, and he was actually pressing himself as close as possible to me. Wait… "Where on Earth were you going dressed like that?!"

"Ike, ask him later. Marth will want to see this," Link said softly, limping over. He had sprained his ankle.

"You'll make it on that ankle?" I asked, motioning to it with my head.

He winced as he made his way over. "Yeah."


You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

The light is blinding. I raise my hand to shade my eyes as I squint and look around. As the light dims, I can slowly see more of what was around me. There isn't much to see, just rolling green grass, and a couple of flowers popping up here and there. There is also a slight breeze going through. I look around and there's nothing. I huff. Why am I here?

Then I see him. He is sitting there on a cliff I hadn't spotted. It is all confusing and defied every sense of logic in me, but for the life of me, I can't bring myself to care. I slowly approach him, and sit down. I gently take his hand, afraid any touch will make him disappear again.

He smiles and turns to me. "Why are you so nervous?"

Then I notice my hands shaking. I try to still them, but it's hard. "I don't want you to disappear again…"

He keeps that same gentle smile on his face. "What are you talking about? I'm not going to vanish into thin air." He presses our foreheads together and looks up at me.

I bring my hand to his face, gently stroking his cheek. "No, not like that…but…"

"You don't want me to leave you again."

I blink, surprised. "I don't," I agree.

He grins, linking his arms around my neck, and pulls me into a kiss. I take a deep breath, slide my eyes shut, and gently kiss back. I pull back and frown. For some reason it didn't feel the same. I brush his hair back and watch it fall back. I take his right hand and bring his fingers to my lips.

He shyly pulls his hand back, and looks back out to the sparkling blue water. He swings his feet through the air. He always did that when he was nervous, if he was standing, he would hop back and forth.

"What's wrong?"

He just keeps swinging, hugging himself.

"Pit? What do you want to tell me?"

"Ah…umm…Ike," he starts hesitantly.

A cold feeling of dread crept through my heart and spread through my veins and I gulped. This was the exact same way he had started last time when he was going to tell me he had to go back home. Something had happened to his adoptive mother, I don't remember what, but he told me it was urgent. He said it was more than likely he couldn't come back.

Then I realize. This is all a part of my imagination. It isn't happening.


These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

My eyes shoot open, and the first thing I see are worried blue eyes. They aren't the same shade as his, and I can see blue bangs. Marth breathed a sigh of relief and sat next to me.

He worries his bottom lip, hands clasped tightly in his lap. "I'm sorry I ever brought it up."

I suck in a sharp breath of air. I take one of his hands and squeeze it tightly. "It's okay. It's not your fault."

He glances at me as my grip tightens. He blinks, and he hands me the tissue box on the coffee table with his free hand. I can't help it but start laughing as the pain tightens my chest. I don't know what I find so funny, but it was there. I could imagine Pit saying, "Take these tissues and stop sniffling. I don't like to see you cry," with a serious expression on his face.

"Ike…Ike…snap out of it, Ike," a calm voice pierces through my thoughts.

I take a deep breath and sigh, rubbing my eyes. I release his hand and clasp mine together. As I stare at them, I can't help but notice Marth keeping the box of tissues in his lap. That's him: always prepared.


When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

Link had taken up Marth's bed, which was the bottom bunk. He was just in his boxers, and had Band-Aids stuck all over him, a packet of ice over his left ankle. He was looking at us, fingering his split lip. He wisely chose to remain silent.

I swished around saltwater in my mouth, really just water with table salt added into it, under Marth's threats, and I watched him go into protective mother mode over Pit. He always tended to get like that, wounds or no wounds.

I spit the water back in the cup and set it aside onto the desk. "Marth, if you knew this was going to happen, why didn't you just go by yourself?"

He looked away and started folding Pit's shirt and jacket, putting them aside. He gently removed the two golden rings from his arm and leg, careful not to make any of the cuts worse. "I thought you would get there before it got this bad."

I groaned. "You have to stop this matchmaking thing. It's not right." I looked at Pit's face, and noticed him start scrunching his eyes up. "He's coming to. He doesn't have a concussion, does he?"

"No, he shouldn't. He probably just passed out from exhaustion and probably to protect his mental state."

"Hey, Link, what about you? You didn't just happen to pass by and notice our idiot angel being beat up, did you?" I ask the elf-like male trying to stay as much out of it as possible. Not gonna happen, buddy. I ignored the indignant "Hey!" from Pit.

"No…I knew it was gonna happen, so I followed him."

"Well, just forget it," Marth said, before I could start an argument. "Please hand me the ointment, Ike."

I toss it over and then I cross my arms, staring Pit down. "Where on this great blue Earth were you going dressed like that?!"

"Ah…Uh…" Pit started swinging his legs, much to the irritation of Marth. He forced them to stop moving so he could apply the ointment and stick Band-Aids all over him. Next he moved to his arms.

"Forget it, just don't start arguing," Marth said. "Could you get the other ice packet from the freezer?"

"No, I want to know why he was dressed like that so that it would cause him to get even more beat up than usual," I snap back, giving Pit the ice pack to press against his eye.

"Ah…I'm going to go use the restroom," he started creeping to the bathroom.

I frowned. "Marth, you told him to?"

"Not exactly?"

I sighed. I have such strange friends. "Whatever…"

"I was already going to come over," Pit said in his defense. "He just…told me what to wear."

Ah…that was just fine and dandy. What a mess we were in. "Just don't listen to his stupid ideas again."

Marth rolled his eyes as he slammed the bathroom door shut.

"Thanks for the help," Link said, as he shifted on the bed.

"No problem."

I never heard Pit walk over, but he wrapped his arms around me from the back and nuzzled his nose into my neck. "What are you doing?"

He pecked me on the back of my neck and grinned. "Thanking you."

I fought down the heat rising to my face and paid more attention to the internet than needed. "I told you it was no problem," I muttered.


I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

Marth nods sympathetically and plays around with the box. Sometimes I think he's got telepathic abilities. For some reason, he always knows what others are thinking, and it was just a matter if he chose to show it or not. "You always took care of him."

"Not as much as you did."

"I was more of the clean up crew," he admits.

"True…" I would always be the one to jump to action and he would be the one to patch everyone up in the aftermath. "Then again, more often than not, it was your fault."

"I resent that. It wasn't always my fault."

I shrug. "I wasn't saying it was always your fault. Just most of the time."

As he tightens his grip on the tissue box, it starts to cave in. His grip suddenly goes lax as his cell phone goes off. "I need to get that. Excuse me."

I nod and he leaves to the other room. With nothing else to do, I try to fix the box, distracting myself from more unwanted thoughts.

After a few minutes, Marth sighs as he sits back on the couch, covering his eyes with a hand. "I really don't want to solidify any trepidation, but…" He takes a calming breath. "Well, there's less than a ten percent chance he'll come back."

"Ah…It's alright. I was already assuming the worst," I half-lie, trying to choke down the shock.

He raises an eyebrow, plucks the box from my hands and shows it to me. "Somehow I don't believe that." The box is completely squished. When I don't answer, he leans back on the couch. "It's hard, but you have to let him go. Get on with your life, only remember him here and there, and if he comes back, he comes back. He's in your mind, but he's not here. He hasn't been here for five months." My mind automatically adds three days, ten hours, and fifteen minutes. But he had a point there. A really, really good point.

I gently ran a hand over the empty space next to me. He would always be there, snuggling up to my side. "It makes sense," I acknowledge, "But I don't think I can."

"Maybe…" He seems to be contemplating something.

"Maybe what?"

"I'm not sure if it's sensible at this point, but maybe I can get Roy to make that ten percent work." He gives me a pointed glare, though. "But don't count on it, okay?"

I say, "Alright," but I let that flattened sense of hope revive itself.

Marth sighs. "You're counting on it," he accuses.

Ah. Caught with his mind reading skills. "I can't help it!"

He smiles slightly. "Just don't get them too high."

"I can't make any guarantees."

Yeah, I'll be waiting, no matter how long it takes. I'll be there for him.


When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me


Author's rant corner:
Haha, so, well, I tried to do this to Almost Lover (by A Fine Frenzy) at first, but I realized that would go better with an AMV/slideshow, so once I clean up and find my microphone, I'll try to do that.
So anyways, I went hunting for a different song, and was stuck between My Immortal and Diary of Jane (by Breaking Benjamin). I eventually chose this because I could make sense of more of the lyrics. If I ever figure out Diary of Jane, I guess I'll write something to that.
Hahaha, when I was typing in Ganondorf's name for the first time, I accidentally put Ganondork. XD It's okay Gan-gan, we still love ya.
Ah, and usually, I try to listen to the song as I write to get the feeling right, but…ah I didn't have the song with me as I did this so…it might be a little toned down. –shifts eyes- Sorry.
Ah, and on another note, I imagined Bowser as…well, a human being, and Ganondorf not so…Ganon-y. If that makes sense. D:
Well, tell me if any of this made any sense while I go strangle my muse for giving me too many ideas at once. (Really now, that thing is so irregular. A few weeks I'm brimming chock full of creativeness and the next thing I know it's all gone.)
Oh, and on another note, I'll take requests, but you need to provide the pairing (I'm open to anything) and the song. :D (And there's no guarantee of me completing it and posting it up any time soon.)
--NarutoKyuu (I actually had a bit of a difficult time writing this so if it's all jacked up and you point that out, I don't mind.)

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