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Chapter Four

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Why am I doing this? So much for being a man

Marth hung onto the window, trying to find a way to get to the ground without breaking anything serious.

Why didn't I think up a plan before

The young prince sighed, this was definatly Sheeda's fault, all he was trying to do at this moment was get down to the lobby in one piece, that meant no Sheeda trailing behind him yelling at him for not wearing enough armor or some nonesense of the sort.

Yes, that was why he was currently hanging from his window which was a couple stories up and to be honest, he couldn't just let himself drop and expect to land on two feet like some type of superhero, no, he'd probably end up twisting his ankle, therefore landing on his rear or maybe being a faceplant, thus breaking something serious.

You know what..I'm just going to climb back up there and t--

"Maaaarth! Are you in here?" Sheeda! Marth instantly let go of the window, landing on his back and letting out an agonizing yell. He groaned noticing it wasn't all that bad, it's not like it was concrete ground it was just a couple of bushes and grass. He smiled happily as he stood up and dusted himself off. He was definatly proud of himself, and with that pride he began on making his way over to the lobby until..

"Marth! Did you just jump out the window?!" The young prince twitched, trying his best to smile to make the situation seem less stressful.

"Um..No" Marth took a couple of steps backwards, ready to make a run for it.

"You know, you're making me want to go down there just to slap you. But I won't, I have a battle in about four minutes. You BETTER come and watch me!"

Marth turned around, waving at her. "I will don't worry Sheeda"

--Four minutes later--

"Hey Marth, aren't you going to go watch Sheeda?" Ike threw yet another magazine onto the small table, picking up another and doing the same.

"No thanks. She might jump off the stage just to make sure I'm twenty feet away from everyone else" Marth sighed, sitting on the arm of the couch.

Ike yawned, slamming his feet onto the table and shoving his arms behind his head.

"It's your funeral"

Marth shrugged, looking down at his fingers out of bordem until a sudden noise caught his attention. It was comming from the kitchen..

Marth stood up making his way over to the door, it was slightly open..he peeked in, spotting Fox and Falco near a counter. They seemed to be..making food perhaps? Marth made a face, they seemed to be having way too much fun to just be making food.

"What are those two up to now?" Marth jumped, slightly startled. There stood the mercenary with his great sword upon his shoulder.

"I'm not sure.." Marth bit down on his index finger, trying to make out what the other two were doing. Fox and Falco suddenly began laughing, turning around with a tray in hand.

Marth jumped away from the door, aswell as Ike. They ran for the couch, Ike landing lazily on the larger couch. While Marth seated himself on the armchair.

Fox and Falco threw open the kitchen door, walking into the lobby. Marth threw them a glare while Ike just stared at them as if they were the strangest things on the planet.

"Hey guys, want some snacks?" Fox pushed the tray in front of Ike's face, knowing the mercenary would most likely take one just to make them go away. And just as they predicted, he took one.

About to pop it in his mouth, a sudden 'ahem' stopped him. Ike blinked glancing over at Marth, who was signaling over at the tray. Ike might have looked like an imbecile to Fox and Falco, but he caught on quickly.

"Why aren't you two eating any?" he raised an eyebrow, staring at the two confused figures before him.

"Well..uh..we already ate some" began Fox "are they even good?" Ike sniffed them, as if he were inspecting the food "of course they are, me and Falco made them. We know how to--" "is it supposed to be a muffin or a cookie" Ike looked at the small muffin curiously, of course he knew it was a muffin.

"Well, it's a muff--" "it doesn't look too good" Ike pushed the matter, squishing the small muffin a bit between his fingers. "Well, it is we te--" "I usually like things with flavor this seems so dull" Ike waved the muffin about, tilting his head sideways to glance at the other two.

"It does have fla--" "I bet you it's bitter, and you t--" "Just eat the damn muffin! Look it's good!" Falco took a large bite out of one of the muffins, before realizing what he was doing.

"Falco!" Fox dropped the tray, draggin Falco into the kitchen. "Um..he has..bread-anitismisti..uh..he can't eat bread" with that he slammed the kitchen door, Ike breaking out in a loud laughing fit.

"Stupid parakeet, who do they think they're fooling?" Ike let out a loud sigh, observing the small muffin that he was still holding. "I wonder what it contained"

"Hey Ike" Ike didn't bother to look over at the prince, knowing perfectly who was asking said question.

"Yeah?"

"What's bread-anitismisti?"

Ike tossed the small muffin over into Marth's direction.

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(In The Halls)

Ike dragged himself through the many halls, wondering what his femenine-like companion was doing at the time. Probably on a leash, being fed some dog chow or something...

The halls were quite silent, Ike swore he could just stop where he was and take a nap.

The mercenary sighed, approaching a corner. He closed his eyes, turning around said corner.

Bump

Ike rubbed his forehead, noticing a small figure sprawled on the ground. Wait, had he knocked the person over?

"Ah, I'm such a moron. Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going" he held out a hand, helping the other up.

"Wait, aren't you...Ike? Sorry if I have the name wrong" Ike frowned before recognizing her. "Palutena? Am I right?"

Palutena nodded, looking down.

"Sorry for knocking you over.." Ike scratched his head, his laziness had actually caused an accident. Now wasn't that a first?

"Oh!" Palutena suddenly jumped. Seeming in more of a hurry than she was previously.

"I have a battle in one minute! I'm sorry, but I really must go! I'll see you around" Ike rose his hand up in some sort of salute, Palutena only waving him off and dashing down the hall.

What's with all the female members having battles today?

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(In The Bathroom)

Hmmm, nothing better than a soothing shower. It's always somewhere I can relax and let my stress escape from my body freely as if--

The door burst open, only to be slammed back shut just as loudly.

"You better be scrubbing behind your ears"

Marth frowned, So much for relaxing

"I am..." the young prince lazily scrubbed behind his ears, knowing if he were to disobey Sheeda it might just lead to a longer discussion.

Small fingers pulled the curtains to the side slightly. Marth let out a rather femenine-like yell, pushing the curtains back.

"Sheeda, let me shower. I know HOW to shower" Marth felt some regret in his words, but merely shook his head convinced what he was saying was true.

"Don't be silly. It's not like I haven't seen you and your glorious nudity already, now stop being so shy and immatu--" "For the last time Sheeda, I know how to take a shower"

Sheeda huffed crossing her arms, "be sure to scrub behind your ears, oh and don't forget to sc--" "Sheeda!" a slight tint of pink rose up to the prince's face, luckily not even Sheeda could see him with the curtains in the way.

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving. I'll be back to check on you in a few"

Marth sighed once again returning to his temporary paradise.

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(Fifteen minutes later- Night time 10:23)

Marth walked out of the bathroom, making his way over to the closet.

Ike turned around, smirking slightly as an idea hit him. He looked around, picking up a small square shaped piece of paper. He looked at the piece of paper as if it were the most interesting thing he ever saw. He then began to laugh..

"What are you laughing at, Ike?" Marth directed his attention towards the mercenary, noticing he was staring at a small paper.

"Nothing..I just got a picture of Fox and Falco making out..you know I could use this as blackmail. Come 'ere, look" Ike signaled the other over, Marth making a face before approaching the other.

Ike then took hold of the other's wrist, pulling the other on top of him. He laughed loudly, before rolling onto the younger of the two.

"Ike! Get off!" Marth struggled under the mercenary, but to no avail the other was just intimidatingly powerful.

"I can't believe I got you again!"

The door creaked open..

In stepped Sheeda, Marth only noticed her presense when she shut the door.

Oh no, this wasn't a good scene. Ike on top of him, laughing his ass off, while...he only wore a towel wrapped around his waist because he never finished dressing.

This was definatly not good at all, and he was pretty sure if he didn't end up dying, Ike would. Or who knows..maybe they both would!

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There's chapter four. I'll try to update chapter five tomorrow because I already have a pretty good idea what it's going to be about.

Well let me know what you think!