Melee School Boys: The Prom

-Two-

Roy and Link were on the front steps of the school, books sitting beside them.
"Did we have Algebra homework?" the blond asked, the green textbook on his lap. He flipped through the pages so fast he ripped one right in half.
"Yeah, but you're in a different class than I am, so I have no idea."
"...But we have the same teacher."
"Well then, okay, we had homework," the red head said, trying to finish his unfinished homework from the previous night.
At that, Link rummaged through the red head's bookbag in search for his maths notebook. Roy erased his answer to question four in his Japanese notebook and flipped through the pages for the answer.
"Hey, Link," the general began. "What does 'miruku no niou aka-chan ni hohozuri shoto' mean?"
Link stopped copying the answers and leaned over to see what Roy was talking about.
"The baby smells like cow's milk...something-something. How should I know? I'm failing his class. Go ask Marth."
"'Go ask Marth' what?"

The two swordsmen turned around to see the aforementioned youth towering over them, bookbag over his shoulder.
"What this means," the red head replied, and shoved the notebook in the prince's face. He took it and put his glasses on; it really didn't make Roy's sorry excuse for Japanese any more legible--or understandable, for that matter. After studying it for a minute, he handed it back to the youth, stating "The baby smells of cow's milk as we rub cheeks," in a curt manner befitting a prince. Marth's glasses slid a couple of centimetres down his nose, which no one noticed except Link, who had an eye for small details like that. Link turned around and copied the rest of Roy's maths answers. The red head wrote down what Marth said and closed his notebook.

Roy squeaked out something, and Link gave him an odd look.
"Come again?"
"Sorry," Roy said and flashed a sheepish grin. "When I'm excited or happy, I tend to say something in Pheraean." Roy muttered something in Sacaean, to which Marth's eyes widened.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Marth could understand what Roy said because Altean and Sacaean sounded the same, and that meant that they were the same language, just with a different name slapped on it.
"No," Roy said, stuffing everything into his bookbag and zipping it up. "But I do kiss my dad with it."

A car passed by, blaring loud and very bad rap music that made Marth cringe in agony, and all the whorish looking girls from the school down the street wash it in skimpy clothing like in those music videos. The bell rang, and Roy shouldered his bag. Link's books fell out of his hands when Roy's bag knocked into his arms and down the stairs, and Marth took Roy by the hand and led him into the building.

- - -

Mewtwo was sitting in his executive-style chair, leaning back slightly, coffee mug in hand. It said "Evil is SEXY like Hell" on it in big black lettering. Nicholas and Stephen were in an argument over what colour DS was better. Stephen shouted "OBJECTION!" and threw a pen at him. It was clear that Stephen was up all night playing Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. Very clear. Anyway, Nicholas dodged and it instead hit the wall and got stuck there. Nicholas gained enough experience to get to level five. Roy walked into the classroom casually and sat down in his seat. Marth came in behind him and slipped on a puddle of coffee, falling to the ground, and sliding into the radiator pole. Stephen and Nicholas stopped arguing about whether Peach was fourteen or twenty-something; Roy winced and turned his head the other way.
"Right between the legs," Mewtwo remarked in a bored tone, and looked into the cup of dark liquid, contemplating whether to laugh or sneer at the fallen prince. Link came in at that moment, huffing and puffing, and travelled to his seat in front of Roy.
"What happened to Marth?" the blond asked.
"He got nailed by a radiator pole," Roy answered, twirling a pen in his hand.
"Ouch," was all Link said as he hurriedly tried to find his homework.

After a few minutes of Marth clutching his pride and joy, he crawled over to his desk and sat down.
"Okay, let's see who didn't do their homework by collecting it from the students who did." Nicholas threw his at Stephen, who took it and passed it over to Marth.
"Wait," Marth said, taking the papers. "We had homework? On what?"
Mewtwo shook his head and collected the papers from Link's row.
"The translations of the poem, Lowell."
Marth took out his poem and read through it, recognising one of the lines.
"Roy didn't tell me there was homework."

The red head threw up his arms in protest.
"You fink! You didn't ask!" Link threw his homework at Mewtwo's desk in the form of a paper airplane. It landed in the pokemon's coffee, and the psychic left it there, pretending it didn't exist.
"See me after school, Prince Marth." Stephen snickered.
"And you can join him, Mr. Alvarez."
Stephen pouted; everyone else was silent.
"OBJECTION!" Stephen shouted and knocked his chair back as he stood.
"...SIT DOWN, THIS IS MY CLASSROOM, YOU WILL OBEY."
Stephen was then promptly knocked out by a flying squirrel. That poor squirrel didn't stand a chance.
"Now then. Turn to page 207."

- - -

Everywhere they looked, prom-related posters were hung up on the walls. Reminders went home to all the seniors about prom bids, amongst other things like cap and gown forms, and yearbook deposit reminders. Marth's second period was Physical Education, and so he parted ways from Roy, whose second period was Algebra, and Link, whose second period was medical assistance.

Phys. Ed. was Marth's most hated subject, and was very unhappy that it was a mandatory four year course. He went to the locker room and changed in the bathroom stall; Marth didn't like to have a whole bunch of men looking at his half-clothed body with perverted grins, remarks, and sneers. He went up the stairs that led directly to the Gym and sat on the bench. It creaked when he sat down on it, which made him nervous that it would break if he dared to move an inch. Two boys found a basketball and decided that it would be a good and intelligent idea to play Dodge Ball with it. That declaration upset most of the class, and they were promptly knocked out by the ball, the two boys laughing like Beavis and Butthead the whole time. Marth sighed and wondered when they would grow up.
Perhaps by the time they graduate college, the prince thought bitterly.
He sighed again; this would be a long class period.

- - -

"Today," Ms. Toadstool said, "we will be learning Parallel Lines." She said it in a very happy-go-lucky tone, which scared most of Roy's classmates. She wrote several examples on the dry-erase board in pink Expo marker, which most of the students had a rather difficult time reading, as it was a bright, fluorescent, hot pink one.
"Basically, in order to have a Parallel Line, the slopes of the two equations have to be the same." She explained what a Parallel Line looked like, drawing complex diagrams, a stick figure of Mario and Luigi kicking Bowser's arse, some Calculus on the side, and then another Parallel Line. After doing those complex figures and some number crunching, she figured out what numbers to give them for homework.
"Page 340, numbers two through twenty even. So, Mr. Kanessa, you shouldn't be doing number one, as it is an odd number." Roy was really the only one who started on his homework and almost finished it, but that was because he didn't want a lot of work to do, especially since he had Tournament practise to go to right after school, and he couldn't be bothered to do his homework at home, anyway. In the middle of the sixteenth question, the bell rang, signalling that class was over. Everyone jumped out of their seats and ran out the door to their next class as if Satan was right on their heels.

- - -

Marth opened the Chorus room door to the sound of another depressing melody. Ms. Harkinian was obviously in as her office door was open and she was the only one who could play that bad.
"You know, usually I'm here after you," a voice shouted from Marth's usual side of the room.
"Why are you sweating?" the prince asked, walking over to his usual seat and sitting down. He opened a book and began to read.
"I have PE third." The boy unwrapped his turkey with pickles, mayonnaise, and tomato sandwich and took a bite. Marth watched his red headed companion eat from the corner of his eye, paying little attention to the required reading in front of him, which was boring and no one in his class was reading it anyway. Zelda stopped playing, closed the cover over the keys, and went in her office to check her email. It was nothing but "natural male enhancement" and Nigerian Scam spam, which she deleted and reported their emails to her spam service. Man, was Yahoo! lousy with their spam filters. Roy and Marth were by themselves in the main part of the room (no one else came up from lunch yet), and Marth was very antsy by this time for whatever reason, probably due to the fact that he was alone with Roy and the fact that he was trying to not commit Seppuku with the spine of the hardcover he was reading because the music scores on the top of the piano were just thrown on top by the lazy third period class. Or he was trying not to, anyway.

"You've got mayo on your mouth," the bluenette said when he looked up from his book, and leaned closer, grabbing Roy's hand when he reached for a napkin.
"Well, okay then, I'll wipe it off. With a napkin."
"Nuh uh," Marth said, and waved his finger in Roy's face.
"Um...okay..."
"I've got something better." Marth licked the mayo off and ended up kissing the general, and Roy didn't try to push Marth away (but then again, Roy's hands were full at the time, as he was juggling homework and food at the same time). The door opened and Marth broke the kiss and continued with what he was previously doing as if nothing happened.
"But Marth," Roy said, putting his food down so he could readjust his textbook. "YOU'RE INVOLVED WITH SHEEDA. Do I need to remind you?"
"But you didn't try to push me away," the prince pointed out, and Roy flushed.
"That's because my hands were full."
Marth smirked.
"Admit it, you liked it. You're even blushing..."
Roy's face was the colour of his hair.
"What did Roy like?"

Marth threw his hardcover at whoever asked the question, and knocked the youth down.
"Well, hello to you too, Marth."
It was only Link, but Marth wanted to keep Link oblivious to his feelings for Roy. Otherwise Link would blab to the whole entire school, Sheeda would find out, and then he'd be a dead, dead prince. Link, in actuality, had no idea what was going on between Marth and Roy, but figured it was nothing; after all, Roy and Marth were like, bestest best friends. Roy went back to eating his sandwich and doing the English homework he conveniently "forgot" to do (that is, he didn't feel like doing it). Link sat down in front of Roy and munched happily on his curly fries.

"Where is everyone?" Link asked, placing his plate down on the desk. Roy shrugged and continued on with his creative writing assignment about some guy named Achilles.
"Who the hell is Achilles and why does anyone care?"
Link shrugged.
"I think he's some Greek dude or something. Ask Marth."
"Go look it up," the bluenette replied, adjusting his reading glasses, picked up his thrown book, and pretended he was actually reading it.
"No! How dare they kill Mercutio! He was the best character in the story!" Marth shouted and threw his book down. Roy picked it up and handed it to him, and Marth took it grudgingly, muttered something under his breath, and attempted to read past Mercutio's death, all the while adding commentary under his breath. Marth hated not talking, even though he wasn't a big fan of talking to people outside Roy and Link and Sheeda. He mostly talked to himself, anyway. Usually in his head, because otherwise people would probably think he was off his rocker.

"At my old school, we learned about interesting Etrurian poets and evil dudes that were hell-bent on bringing the Dragons back to kill us all. No one cares about this stupid hero because he's not interesting and he ends up dying anyway!"
Link stopped listening half way and questioned, "Wait, we had English homework?"
Roy gave him a look that said, "Duh, what do you think I'm doing?" which prompted the blond to run out of the room to his locker for his English stuff. Roy stole a handful of Link's curly fries and put them on the paper wrapping his sandwich came in. Marth was too immersed in "Romeo and Juliet" to notice or care. Or, rather, he looked immersed in Romeo and Juliet. He still couldn't get over the fact that Tybalt killed Mercutio.
"That bastard got what he deserved," Marth muttered when Tybalt died. He laughed lightly, causing people passing by to question the Altean's sanity.

"Do you ever eat lunch?" It was the one thing that broke Marth's concentration and caused him to stare at the book blankly.
"This isn't my lunch period. I don't take this class during lunch because I lost credit, unlike other people--" here he coughed and made a noise which kind of sounded like "Link"-- "because I don't need to." It was a simple response that answered everything.
"Then when is your lunch period?" Well, except for that, of course.
"Sixth. Like our old one."

Link returned with his books and was frantically trying to open his notebook while walking and coming through the crowd of people that were also trying to get into the classroom.
"It was a creative writing assignment. At least a page. Due in about two class periods. Have fun." Link nearly died and spent the last twenty minutes of Chorus writing a bunch of garbled bullshit about how much of a bitch Achilles was, that he was in love with Hector of Troy, and then Hector found out that Achilles was a player and was dating Helen of Sparta and Paris of Troy, and then Hector ran into a minefield and Achilles laughed and danced on poor Hector's grave. And he was jealous because Hector got all the chicks. It was a page and five words, which made him very happy. So happy he threw up his arms and shouted "BONZAI!" Marth sighed as he proofread it for the Hero of Time, wondering whether Achilles and Hector were rolling in their graves. Marth gave it back and resumed his faux-reading.

"What's up with Marth?" The prince was immersed in the world of romance-suicide-I-love-you-but-our-families-suck-because-they-hate-each-other-and-we-therefore-can't-be-together, which would sum up the whole plot of "Romeo and Juliet". It made Marth die a little inside with every passing page. He knew by the end of the book he would have no soul left. Link devoured the rest of his curly fries (one was even sticking out of his mouth) while Roy ate the rest of his sandwich and folded the wrapping-with-curly-fries-inside up, placing it in his bookbag for later. Marth fell asleep, book in hand. The bell rang, and Marth was completely oblivious. So oblivious he wondered where the hell Roy and Link went, who the hell the people that were poking him were, and then he realised that he was ten minutes late to his next class.

- - -

"Good afternoon, Melee Academy. There will be a few short announcements before the end of the day. Guidance... They request that all scheduling appointments for next year be scheduled in the morning or after school. If you miss your appointment, you're shit out of luck. Lost and Found..."
That was false advertising, the announcements were anything but short. They would go on and on and on forever about things no one gave a shit about, and everyone was forced to sit still, continue their work, and be quiet as all hell or risk being thrown out the window by the teacher. It was considered a cardinal sin to even so much as yawn or look at someone funny while the announcements were on. At least today was a single session day, ending the day with sixth period.
"Mr. Mekkai! Yawn again and I will give you a White Card!" Link stifled it by covering his mouth and continued onward with his MicroType programme. Roy snickered and got yelled at by Mr. Lombardi for being disruptive.

"Attention all juniors and seniors: prom bids are due no later than next week. If you do not hand in your twenty dollar bid, you cannot go to prom! Please see Mr. L. Mario in room 201 before or after school to hand them in. The P.R.O.J.E.C.T. Graduation volleyball tournament is held April 27th in the gym at six o'clock. Come and see the seniors take on the faculty and show them your support! That's it for your announcements and have a nice day." The intercom clicked off and everyone went on with their lives.
"If you're not done with lesson T, you need to stay after and get it done. The marking period closes tomorrow, so if you need to make up work," Mr Lombardi said, "either stay after today or come in the morning during AM help period tomorrow."

The bell rang, signalling school was out for the weekend. It was like a stampede running out the door. Link stayed behind to finish the last exercise in MicroType, so Roy left without him and walked to the locker he shared with his blue headed companion. He was the first one there, so he opened the lock and shoved all his books on his designated shelf (it even had his name on it, because Marth once freaked out when Roy's History book was on the wrong shelf). He thanked Elimine for no homework over the weekend and would have closed the locker had he not been looking down the hallway. Marth was walking down the corridor really fast.

The prince arrived at the locker out of breath and leaned against the other lockers. He had to run away from his Fanboy Club and lose them in the cafeteria somewhere.
"I...I had to...to chase them off and...I needed to make sure you...you didn't--" here he paused to catch his breath so he wouldn't hyperventilate. Roy shushed the prince before he got another word out and took Marth's books from him. Placing them, neatly, on the bottom shelf, he looked through Marth's assignment pad (which was as neat as you would expect an Obsessive Compulsive prince to have it) and got his maths and English books out. Handing them to the tiara-wearing youth, he shut the locker, locked it, and slung his almost-empty bag over his shoulder.

"Er, thank you." Marth shoved the books into his bag and put an arm around the red head's shoulders.
"Let's go home." They were almost out the door when Link shouted for them to wait up. The Fire Emblem boys kept walking, and picked up their pace. Link ended up getting hit by the door.

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Author's Notes: This chapter took three days to write and thirteen pages of notebook paper to complete it. This story, as you may have noticed, is a bit different from its prequel in that it's focused more on the schooling, but whatever. The sequel to this story will probably be like Battle of the Bands (it's about the Talent Show). The final part to this series will probably be the most serious of the saga.

So, if you'd like to, review! I love to hear what I could improve on, or just to know that people like where the story is going so far.