Samus: -Pouting- Why did you give them a songfic, too! I thought I only had those…
I'll make you another one soon, don't you worry! –Pats- As for the story I fulfilled the Marth x Zelda request…how the hell I wrote this, I have no idea since I hate the couple, but I did, which makes me feel proud. XD You better appreciate this, xNobodyPutsSammyInTheCornerx, OR ELSE! –Shakes fist 'threateningly'- XDD!
Based on the song by Kelly Clarkson, "Beautiful Disaster" (I love this song so much!) here's the Marth x Zelda request…enjoy!
Oh yes. And this oneshot has a small connection with the 'Over the Rainbow' one! A bag of pixie stix goes to the reviewer who spots out the connection! XP
Title: 'Beautiful Disaster'
Couple: Marth x Zelda, slightly onesided.
Summary: Zelda loves Marth…but Marth swore never to love anybody again. Can the princess hold onto such a beautiful disaster?
Dedication To: Sammy! Girl, I swear you gave me one heck of a challenge…but I only wrote this 'cause you're such a loyal reviewer! XD –Hugs- Hope you likey!
They always whisper around him. Always.
But he doesn't care as he walks past them, ignoring their eyes. He keeps his head up high, looking forward with hard violet hues that once held a twinkle in them, yet no longer sparkle like before as they have been replaced with dullness, and dark fury.
He does this each time to keep the princely air about him; to make them remember his status and title—to not forget who he is, and what he'll do.
He ignores them all, and in return they ignore him; their lives never intertwine with his, because they know it's only disaster if they even try to get close to the banished prince.
So they turn away from him, murmuring quietly to themselves; all of them do, except for one single princess, who's own eyes still have that twinkle in them, who always gives him a yearning, and sympathetic look as he passes by.
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He's as damned as he seems
More Heaven than a heart could hold
But he passes her without a single glance each time she does so.
She's unfazed, knowing how he is; her half-lidded blue eyes follow his figure, and she feels her heart clench painfully in her chest as she notices how his face briefly flashes into innocence when he steps outside, the sunshine shining onto his figure. Then her heart relaxes as she watches the way the light glitters in each strand of his blue hair, a miniature sun in both his eyes, and for that split moment, he's the prince charming she always wants to have, always wants him to be…just for her, and only her.
Then his face hardens and he steps away. The dream dies.
And if I tried to save him
My whole world could cave in
Just ain't right
Just ain't right
She steps after him, following him silently as her heels click softly against the floor.
Don't go after him, her mind chants worriedly as she goes closer and closer. Don't. Don't, don't, don't…
But her heart tingles just as she remembers how he looked only moments ago, and she ignores the warnings going off in her head.
She continues on.
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
She follows him, taking small, quick little steps, while he takes long, smooth and swift strides. She keeps up with him, and is so concentrated on this task that she doesn't notice him stopping until he speaks, his voice cold and dry.
"You can stop following me now."
"O-Oh!" she quickly freezes, bright blue eyes wide with shock. "I…I…um…"
"Stop following me," he repeats, this time more firmly. "I don't want company—nor do I respect princesses that scurry around like rats."
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
"F-Forgive my rudeness, Marth, but…" she hesitates, almost tongue-tied. "I…just wished to join you on your stroll, a-and—"
"I said I don't want company."
Don't push me away…she pleads silently, and, rather shakily, reaches out to him. "I know, b-but can I j-just…"
He walks up to her, and she trails off as his face comes close to hers; violet gazes into blue, and he moves even closer, causing her to stumble back into the wall as he blocks her off there, gazing steadily at her—she almost blushes at the close proximity they have.
A whimper escapes her mouth as his arms come onto either side of her head. She looks down, fearful of being hurt, but when nothing happens, she slowly he stares up into his face, beginning to memorize the shape… his eyes, his mouth…
Beautiful…handsome…perfect…The words flood into her mind, and she can feel the tears coming into her eyes, almost stinging them, as she remembers one simple fact that blocks out all others.
I can't have him…
"I don't want company," he whispers to her, his voice making her shiver a bit, "nor do I want company like you."
And he realizes her, striding off as she stands there, stunned. Her shoulders start shaking, and she soon breaks down, her knees buckling underneath her as she collapses to the cold, lonely floor. She doesn't bother to hide her shame as the tears begin to flow out of her eyes, nor does she care if anybody sees her staring after his figure.
I can't have him…
He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
"M-Marth!" she cries, and, to her surprise, he stops, but doesn't turn around.
I can't have him…
She forces herself to stand, and hold back the tears welling up in her eyes for the time being. "D-Don't go y-yet…I n-need to t-tell you something! P-Please!"
You've suffered so much more than I have…so much more…
She stumbles towards him, clumsy on her own two feet, and manages to get to him.
With weak eyes, she gazes at him pleadingly. "Marth, I…"
But her sentence is cut off with a cry as she trips.
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight
Soft violet eyes gaze at her as they sit together on the steps of Smasher Mansion, side-by-side; he then looks away and smiles grimly.
"Y'know…" he says, his voice a mere whisper, "…I almost feel guilty sitting here with you, Zelda…you're too innocent…"
She frowns. "Why, Marth?" she asks, her grip on his hand loosening.
"I've done things…bad things…" he continues to speak softly, and it scares her. Of course he's never been one to talk loudly, but…to speak as if he'll break down anytime…
"Marth…" she begins warily, staring at him with frightened blue hues. "…what are you…?"
I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle
Waiting so long
"I'm sorry…" he says, closing his eyes and making an expression as if he's in brutal pain. She watches him, not knowing what to say, or what to do.
She's expecting him to move away, to leave her all alone again, but instead he tightens his grip on their intertwined hands, and to her surprise he leans in closer, and closer…
She moves away a bit in surprise. "M-Marth…?"
"I'm sorry…" he murmurs, and this time he does pull away, his face hardening into the expression he wears with everybody in the Smasher Mansion—everybody except her.
This time, he does leave her all alone again.
He's soft to the touch
But frayed at the ends he breaks
He's never enough
And still he's more than I can take
His arms twitch in a move to try to catch her, but he forces them to stay still, and he forces himself to just stand there as she falls closer and closer to the floor.
Never again…
She notices this; she notices the way he carefully keeps his expression blank, and the way his eyes say, 'I don't care about you anymore'. She notices everything.
And it's enough to make her break down as she lands hard on her stomach, just at his feet.
"Y-You…" she tries to speak, but sobs engulf her voice, and she cries there, on the ground, her shoulder shaking.
He only watches her, and frowns a bit.
"You're too innocent," he whispers.
She hears him, and stops her sobbing as he grabs her arms and pulls her rather gently to her feet. She stares at him, hope rising up almost immediately once she's back on her own two feet.
Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
"You p-picked me up," she says gently, smiling a bit. "Y-You helped…me."
He doesn't smile back at her, nor does he move his hands away from her.
They stay like that, staring at each other.
She moves closer to him, shyly looking down. "I…always wanted to—"
"Don't," he cuts her off, bluntly, shifting away a bit, and finally removing his hands from her shoulders.
"W-What?" her head snaps back up to stare at him, eyes wide.
If I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful
Or just a beautiful disaster
"You're too innocent," he says, "but I can't go with anybody innocent…not again. Not ever again."
She can't find her voice; it's stuck somewhere in her throat, mixed in with the sobs that are threatening to come back, and engulf her again, and she's left standing there, dumbstruck.
"You have Link," he continues, beginning to back away. "Not me. Link. Not Marth. Link will love you. I…" he sighs, and turns away. "…won't. I won't love you. I can't. I'm sorry."
"But I love you!" she blurts out, helplessly.
His expression remains blank as he stares at her, rather coldly.
"I'm sorry," he repeats, and walks away from her, leaving her.
Alone…all alone. Again.
She's alone until a certain blonde elf finds her there, shaken up and stunned. She's alone until that elf puts a warm arm around her, and comforts her, bringing her back to the room where her friends are; the only thing he can make out in her mumbles is, "I can't have him…" and immediately the elf knows who she's talking to.
"It'll be okay…Zel," he says, stroking her blonde locks soothingly. "I promise…"
He leads her away, murmuring comforting words to the sobbing little princess all the way to the room.
And just around the corner, a blue-haired prince watches them, his eyes dark, and a frown on his lips.
"Everything that I do…" he murmurs, "…turns out to be a disaster."
But she would think you would be a beautiful disaster, a voice somewhere in the back of his mind says.
"A beautiful disaster, huh?" he asks, looking out the window.
Yes…that matched him perfectly…
…even though he didn't want it to.
Such a beautiful disaster…
+fin+