Chapter Two: Interesting Happenings

A/N: Hey guys, here's the next chapter. I had a mis-characterization problem in the summary, which I will fix. I heard though that Saki is a form of Jp beer. The OC is really named Sasha, if you guys haven't figured it out.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, and I'm pretty sure this story will last about 6 chapters.

Please enjoy and please R&R!

Chapter Two

The next day, Sasha met up with Mark in the library as promised. He seemed slightly amused when she had suggested using the Internet, since it gave them a greater berth of information to read up on, as she put it.

"Sorry, I just really hate using library books." Sasha slid into a chair in front of the computer in the library. She started up the computer and clicked on the Internet icon. "Usually, you don't get different facts or opinions out of them, since it's the same author who writes the netire book."

"I see." Mark agreed quietly, sliding into a chair beside her and taking out a notebook and pencil. Sasha continued. "But, with using the Internet, you get a wider variety of facts or opinions not presented in other works of literature."

"I understand what you're trying to say." Mark said, jotting facts that Sasha skipped over while doing the search on dolphins. He watched quietly as Sasha surfed through the Internet, jotting down more notes.

"So, just to be clear, what is my exact job in this report?" Sasha clicked on a link. "Your job is to help minimize the less important facts I write down, not to mention help me find the info and do the cover art and pictures. I'll be actually writing the report, so no worries."

Marth's brow furrowed. "Are you sure your up to that? I mean, I don't want to get in your way or anything. My paintings do seem to dim whatever is compared next to it." Sasha whirled around in her chair, planting her hands firmly on her hips. "Get in my way? Why in the name of all that is Fury would you get in my way?" Mark's face redden slightly. "I meant-"

"And what do you mean am I up to it? What do you believe that I'm such a bad writer? I'll have you know that I can write a report on my own, thank you very much! The fact that I didn't even receive any help before justs supports my statement." She turned back around, furiously tapping away on the keyboard. Marth was left dumbfounded, staring at her. Finally, he spoke up. "I didn't mean it like that. Not at all." Sasha did not respond.

They continued on in silence for a while, quietly pointing out pages of information that caught each of their interests to each other. After about an hour, they had at least about twenty five pages worth of information on dolphins ready for further inspection.

Finally, Mark turned to Sasha. "I'm sorry if I insulted you. I did not intend to insult you like that." Sasha shrugged and looked at the ground. "It's okay, I guess. At least we have the information we need." Marth nodded. "You're right there." They stood in an awkward silence for a minute or so, then Sasha spoke up again. "Hey, we have at least fifteen minutes left of lunch. Do you want to … hang out or something?" Marth nodded. "Sure." They each gathered their belongings, leaving the library. Finding a bench outside, they both sat down. Marth turned to Sasha. "Can I ask you something?" Sasha nodded. "Sure. Go ahead." Marth nodded. "Well, I was … I was just wondering well, what the heck a Fury was." Sasha's face suddenly paled. "Oh, nothing. Believe me, it's nothing." Marth noticed that Sasha dropped her gaze. "Well, okay … um" They sat in yet another awkward silence. (A/N: Wow, we have a lot of awkward silences. And it's just the second day!) Mark suddenly snickered. "Hey, just out of curiosity, did Ms. Smidth ever catch you with that gum?" Sasha burst out laughing. "Nope, she accused that stupid brown-haired girl with that crown looking thing on her head." She continued to snicker. "That idiot didn't se it coming." Sasha stopped laughing abruptly when she noticed Marth's livid expression. "What? Did I say something?" Marth stood abruptly. "I think I have to go." He grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. "Why, what did I say?" Sasha sounded worried. "That stupid brown-haired girl with that crown thing on her head is my friend Zelda. And you shall not be speaking of her as so!" Sasha's face paled. "Oh. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't know…" Sasha trailed off as Marth, looking angrier than ever, stormed away. Sasha slumped back onto the bench. Great, now what? The bell rang, and Sasha dragged herself to class. Sasha did not see Mark for the rest of the day.

The silence between partners lasted for a few weeks. In those few weeks, both partners were able to ignore each other, while Sasha was able to type up a report of at least twelve pages, spell checking and retyping it herself. Marth (or Mark, as Sasha knows him), worked hard on the cover art and pictures, throwing them away whenever he was displeased. Their resolve not to speak to each other was broken the next day.

Marth sat idly on a bench one day, reading a book, when a yell of protest reached his ears. He glanced up briefly, seeing a group of kids surrounding a girl. He sighed and went back to his reading, paying no mind since this sort of stuff happened frequently enough. He heard cruel laughter and the sound of someone crying. He turned the page, uninterested in the events happening around him. Suddenly, a loud tearing sound and the sound of someone scream in horror caught Marth's attension completely. He stood up, closing his book and placing it in his bag. Heading over, Marth realized that the figure in the middle was none other than Sasha. She was on her knees, sobbing into her hands as the kids around her laughed and tossed torn up shreds of paper at her. Once or twice, she tried scrabbling for a piece of paper, only to have it ripped from her hands. Marth watched, beginning to feel bad for the girl who so agitated and intrigued him by just being herself. Putting two fingers to his mouth, he whistled loudly and shrilly, catching the group's attension. Surprisingly, they stopped and stared at him in silence. They had never done that before. Clearing his throat, Marth spoke, his voice ringing out loud and clear. "What are you doing? Leave her alone, or the Head of this school will hear about this form of harassment. Now leave, all of you!" Hurriedly, all the students dispersed, running away from the scene as quickly as possible.

Marth knelt down next to Sasha, who continued to sob uncontrollably into her hands. Shaking her shoulder gently, Marth whispered. "Sasha? Sasha are you okay?" Sasha shook her head, not looking up at him. "Sasha, what's wrong?" Sasha didn't answer, crying harder into her hands. "Sasha, what were thos papers?" Marth asked kindly, putting a hand on her shoulder. He put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were full of tears, grief evident behind them. Lip quivering, she answered. "They … they were the report for English class. I was c…coming t…to show you, but then I was ambushed by those kids." She dropped her head, crying harder then ever. Marth looked sadly at her. "Why would they do that to you?" Sasha didn't answer for a minute. Then slowly, she looked at him. "Because I'm working with you on it." Marth was mortified. "What do you mean?" Sasha's lip began to quiver, and Marth could see how hard she was trying to fight back tears. "They do it to anyone who work with you or any of your friends. You've just never noticed." Marth stared at Sasha, dumbstruck. Finally, he composed himself. "Sasha, how many pages were they?" Crying once more, she replied, "Twelve." Marth's jaw dropped. He was surprised by how much it had been. His maximum amount of pages had been nine. This girl just never failed to amaze him. Gathering their stuff, Marth put an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her up. "Well, come on. We can just print out another copy." Sasha stopped and looked at him, her eyes widening. She put her fist to her mouth, biting it to keep from crying out in despair. Slowly, comprehension dawned on Marth, and he tried to hold back his annoyance. "You … you didn't save another copy, did you?" Slowly, she shook her head. Marth sighed. "Oh well. We'll retype it. No worries. It doesn't matter." Sasha looked up at him. "Those … those were the best pages I have ever written. It took me three days to write the rough draft, another day or so to spellcheck it, and another three days to retype, choose the style, and then choose the font for it. In all that time, I got half the sleep I usually get." Marth stared at her, shocked. It only took him about a day or so to ever come up with his work. Sasha looked a bit sheepish. "I … I wanted to … to show you. I wanted to show you that I wasn't all hopeless. I wanted to show you that I could write a perfectly good report." Her head dropped. "Now I can't even do that." Marth sighed again, pulling her forward as they began to walk. "Don't worry. We'll have this all sorted out soon. And, I don't think your all hopeless. You have quite a vocabulary … for a normal student." Sasha smiled through her remaining tears. "I'm going to pretend you didn't say that in a patronizing way."

"You do that."

Well, this is interesting. Hope you guys enjoyed, and please review! They are welcome. BTW, sorry for how I wrote this. It's a bit rushed, and a lot confusing. I'll try to rewrite this, but I'm not sure how. I'm kind of on a tight schedule right now, so I'll try in my free time.

For most who don't know, Sasha's struggles with her report have to do with the fact that she has an attension deficiency disorder, along with slight dyslexia, so as you can see…

Sasha: Stop rubbing it in.

FE: I'm surprised you can read this.

Marth: She's not completely hopeless.

Sasha: Guys, I'm really feeling the support here.

FE: What support?

Sasha and Marth: (sigh heavily)

Sasha: Never mind Mother.

FE: That's right! Get down on your knees. Bow down to your master!

Sasha and Marth: No.

Fe: Okay.

Sasha (whispers to Marth): She really needs help.

Marth: It's all those cookies from the Dark side. They're driving her crazy.

Sasha: I bet it's the plushies.

(FE, hearing this, screams out, holding a Marth plushie.): Fear the plushies! They're so cute! They just want to be your friends!

(Sasha and Marth make a silent agreement and start running for the hills, with FE chasing them)

Hope you enjoyed! Here, have some cookies.

(In the distance): No! Don't do it.