Chapter 2: Sleep, and lack of it.
Hey guys, I figured out how to use Bold script *Dies of idiodicy*
Anyway, I would like to thank my first reviewer, The8thNeedle. I dunno either, man.
I forgot to do the disclaimer last time. Well, here it is. NOTHING BELONGS TO ME! :'(
Marth was wandering the halls.
He always wandered the halls at night. Ever since the day at the fake arena, he'd had terrors in the night. He would sleep, but lightly, and every time he drifted into dreams, he woke up, sweating.
He wandered, and he muttered. He didn't know that he was talking, but the follower behind him did. The follower in the night.
He wandered, but eventually he went to the place that he always ended up at. As he leaned back against the stadium wall, he realized that he had walked right past someone already sitting there.
"Oh, hey kid." He mumbled indistinctly.
"Hey Marth," Pit said, slurring his words, as if he could barely speak from exhaustion.
"Why are you still up?" Marth asked, just attempting to find something to say.
"Skyward sword."
"Ohhh. The cat things?" Marth said, giving him a way out of talking about Stoelhart. "Those kept me up too. I think they're called Gremlins or something."
"Remlits," a new voice called from the other side of the stadium.
"Samus?" Marth and Pit called simultaneously, hopefully.
"Yep, Just me. No one else here, I checked."
"How long have you been here?" Pit asked apprehensively, wiping tear stains off the side of his face. Marth had a sneaking suspicion that he had been thinking about someone aside from Oliver, then brushed the thought away. Angel was still in the brawl staff, and as far as he knew, the two were still going out.
"Not long. How are things with Angel?" Samus asked, obviously thinking along the same lines.
"What?" Pit asked, startled. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you two are still going out, right?" Marth asked, sitting down next it Pit, with Samus on the other side of the angel.
"Yeah, we're fine…" He said, with a 'but' hanging in the air.
"But," Marth prompted.
"Quincy. He has to leave soon. His parents are moving, and he might miss the showcase of the next game, and they might have to choose someone to take over for him!" Pit practically sobbed.
"Oh, man, that's horrible," Marth said sympathetically. "Luckily, I've already talked to him about it. He'll be back in time, his parents guarantee it."
"Really?" Pit asked, still sniffing. "Are you sure?"
Marth raised his eyebrow. "Would I say it if I wasn't?"
"Yes…" Pit responded, obviously feeling a lot better. "You would."
Samus yawned hugely, checking her wristwatch.
"What time is it?" Marth asked sleepily.
"Time for angels to sleep." She replied needlessly, Pit already snoring on her shoulder.
"G'night," Marth murmured, slipping his arm around both of them.
Samus squeezed his hand, barely conscious, then slipped into her usual light dreams.
Marth looked up at the clouds, smiled, and slept soundly for the first time in three weeks.
Author's Notes: I am a failure. I obviously can't even do fluffy stuff, but I guess I'm gonna see what you guys thing. You're all wonderful, leave reviews!
Facepalming at my own stupidity,
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