SJ: -Is chibi-like, and pouting up at Samus- But I dun wanna!
Samus: -Twitches-…Do it.
I dun wanna!
Samus: DO. IT.
I DUN WANNA!
Samus: Do it, or else I'll burn your Sephiroth, Roxas, Cloud and Axel plushies! Oh yeah, and your Demyx plushy, too!
NOOOO! –Lunges and clings to her beloved plushies- FINE! I'll…do it…-Hangs head-
Samus: Good! –Frolics off…or rather walks off in her 'get-in-my-way-and-I'll-kill-you' fashion, but THAT'S OKAY, TOO!-
-Holds her beloved plushies- Scary…freaky…woman…-Muttering-
Samus: I HEARD THAT, SJ!
-Hides- Anyway…even though I didn't want to post this, I did. –Le sigh- For some strange reason I don't like this chapter…mweh. Oh well. It's cute, and I did enjoy writing it, but it didn't turn out the way I wanted it. –Twitches-
Enjoy, and review!
Title: 'Muddy'Couple: Marth x Samus
Summary: They never knew that such a thing would bring them closer than they ever imagined…
Dedication To: Same old, same old…to all of my reviewers, of course!
Odd.
She feels so utterly odd...different, maybe.
Whether it's because of the feeling of the skirt swishing against her bare (and rather cold) legs, or the fact that it's much too short, she doesn't know. But she does know that 'different' is definitely the right word in this certain situation of hers.
I want my armor back, she thinks, carefully keeping her expression from expressing how uncomfortable she is as they walk down the street, side-by-side, quietly. Stupid damn outfit…can't believe I was convinced by Peach and Zelda to wear this thing!
Well she wasn't 'convinced' by the two girls…rather, she was forced to wear it, unless she wanted to hear them whining and talking endlessly for hours and hours.
'You'll look like a thousand bucks for Marthy, Sammy!'
'Oh, lay off your tomboyish attitude for once, Sammy!'
'Remember, if you refuse, you may wake up to a pink room someday…'
'…Or we'll let your fanboys in…'
'Ooh! Maybe you should, Zelly! Then Marth could get jealous and save her!'
'You're right! The classic knight in shining armor…'
'Then he'll sweep her off her feet!'
'And ride off into the sunset, then POOF! Happily ever after!'
And they had giggled. Oh yes, they had GIGGLED so freakin' much…
She shudders, just remembering the way they had trapped her in the room, and kept her there for an hour and a half just to see different outfits—then another hour just to see what make-up would go good with the damn thing!
She hasn't even been dating Marth for more than two weeks!
Can anybody say awkward silence?
Although, she was very relieved when Marth said she looked 'very pretty', she wasn't the type to just go off and dress like Peach Toadstool herself on their third official date—it was like expecting one of her fanboys to know how to work her blaster if she ever allowed them to try it out.
Not that she would or anything…she didn't want the whole city destroyed just yet, but then again that's another story.
So…you know what Samus Aran does?
She secretly makes a pledge for revenge against her two best friends, right there and then on that spot.
I swear next time I see them, I'll…she starts thinking up horrible and embarrassing things that she could do to her friends, even though she knows that some of her plans she wouldn't do anyway—not to the girls. Maybe to Roy and Link if they DARE tease her, but never to the girls.But reality has different plans for our poor bounty hunter, and doesn't allow her to finish thinking up her revenge.
How, you may ask?
As the couple's waiting on the curb for the light to turn green for them, a car whizzes by, a little too close to the sidewalk and runs over a puddle.
You can only guess what happens next.
SPLASH!
It's amazing how one second she feels all nice and warm (and dry) in her jacket, and then the next second she's cold, freezing and wet.
Very, very wet.
She stands there stupidly, almost not realizing what just happened when she feels something sticky fall onto her cheek with a soft 'plop'. She blinks, and reaches up to touch it, pulling her hand back to examine what it was.
Mud.
There was mud on—no, in her hair. And it was dripping onto her face, too.
Now, if this had been Peach or maybe even Zelda, they would be screaming right now about how all their hard work had been ruined by a stupid speeding car.
But this is only if it had been Peach or maybe even Zelda, and it most certainly isn't.
No, Samus Aran merely stares at the mud for a second before looking at her companion beside her with a rather curious glance. Then, when she does, she smiles, and starts snickering a bit.
There's mud all over him—on his head, on his shoulders, on his clothes; even his face is smudged with mud, and strangely she finds that it makes him look adorably cute for some reason as it blocks out the maturity he usually puts on his expression.
He looks even cuter as he frowns at her, completely oblivious to the way he looks. "Why are you laughing?"
"Marth," she replies, trying to stifle her chuckles, "if only you could see how silly you look right now…"
"Eh?" he blinks, still not getting the humor.
She shakes her head, grabs his hand (ignoring the pounding in her heart as she does so) and leads him to a store; then, she turns to the glass, and points at their reflection.
"Look," she says, almost ordering him.
He does. And he almost stumbles back in surprise.
"Holy Altea, do we really look like that?" he asks, wide-eyed.
She nods, looking amusedly at her own reflection. "Uh-huh."
"With…with all that mud?"
"Uh-huh."
He blinks, and looks once more at his reflection, wiping a bit of mud away from his cheek. Or at least he tries to, anyway.
She watches as he smears even more mud all over his face, and can't help but laugh as a bit of mud lands on his nose.
He pauses, and looks at her, almost tiredly. "Now why are you laughing?"
"You're making it worse," she grins.
He looks back at his reflection, and notices the mud on his nose; he then goes cross-eyed to look at the mud, and this only makes her laugh harder, and him frown even more.
"It's not funny!" he protests. "Don't you care about people seeing you all muddy? You look like a mud-monster!"
She shrugs, and shoves her hands into her pockets, which have a bit of mud in them as well.
"So do you," she says casually, "so I'm not the only mud-monster around here. Besides, I don't really mind anyway."
"Well, I mind! A lot, actually!"
"That's what makes it so hilarious."
He watches as she grins at him, and smiles a bit.
"I…suppose it is rather funny…" he admits, almost shyly.
"What? Only 'rather funny'?" she echoes, and shakes her head, sending a bit of mud flying. "C'mon Marth, you can drop the prince act, and just admit that you look like a dork already."
"I do not look like a dork!" he huffs, his cheeks turning a bit pink underneath the mud, and the smile gone.
"Yes, you do. You look like a muddy dork," she says, smirking.
"This is coming from the girl who looks like a mud-monster?"
"Better than looking like a muddy dork."
He folds his arms, and she mimics him, both of them facing each other challengingly.
"Mud-monster."
"Muddy dork."
"Mud-monster."
"Muddy dork."
"Mud-monster."
She glares at him. "Dork!" she cries, pointing rather childishly at him.
He grins at her short-tempered personality, and points out in amusement, "You forgot muddy."
"Screw the muddy," she growls. "You're just a plain dork."
To her surprise, he starts chuckling, then soon starts laughing. And as much as the sound sends lovely tingles up and down her back, she gives him a dark look.
"I don't remember saying anything funny," she fumes, her tone icy.
He coughs, and forces his laughter to go down to mere chuckles. "S-Sorry," he says, still grinning cheerily—something that she doesn't see from him very often. "Just…nobody's ever dared to call me a dork before, and when you say it, it sounds rather…" At this point, his grin widens a bit, "…hilarious."
It's her turn to look flabbergasted. "W-What?"
He ignores her surprised look, and gently puts his arm around her. "Y'know," he says softly to her, still smiling, "I'm kinda glad we started going out."
"Erm…" she blushes at the close contact, and almost stumbles as he pulls her closer. She feels suddenly extremely hot, and barely listens to what he's saying as she's too busy inhaling the scent of his cologne. "U-Uh…r-really now…? That's interesting…yeah…interesting…"
"I mean, the first two dates weren't very good since we were rather awkward, and I was rather…" he pauses. "What was the word you used?"
"Stiffy," she murmurs, dazedly.
"That's not even a word."
"…So?"
"Fine, fine," he says, and continues. "…I was rather stiffy, but I have to say that this date is more…interesting than the last two. I mean, I had fun, and—"
This snaps her out of her daze. "Wait, wait, wait! Mr. Mature had fun?" she gasped, and whirled around to face him, staring up into his muddy, and rather flushed face. "You're not kidding?"
He shakes his head. "No…it's hard not to have fun around you, Samus. I wasn't quite sure about it since you were definitely different from me, but I guess Roy was right."
"Roy?" she blinks, and then gives him a suspicious look. "What has that ketchup-head been telling you?"
"It's not like you're thinking. He just said that opposites attract, and I suppose that's true." He looks up at the sky as he says that, a small smile on his lips. She examines him carefully when he's like that, but turns pink when he abruptly turns his head to her, smirking slyly.
"He also came up with a nickname for me to call you," he says, "and I rather like it…"
Her eyes widen. "What? What's the nickname?"
She then turns red as he leans in close, and his breath tickles her ear.
"Consider us an official couple," he whispers, "Sam-chan."
"Sam-chan?" she repeats, and turns even redder. "Please tell me you're kidding this time…"
"What?" he blinks innocently. "I'm Japanese, aren't I?"
She flings the mud from her pocket at him, and grins as it hits him squarely in the chest.
"As long as I don't have to call you 'Marth-kun', I won't kill you," she says.
He fakes a pout. "I'm hurt." Then his expression changes to a sly one. "But I could always convince you into calling me it…Zelda and Peach gave me a few pointers on how to." He pretends to think thoughtfully while she stares horrified at him. "Something about being a 'knight in shining armor that sweeps you off your feet and rides off into the sunset', I think…"
"You do that, and I'll scream bloody murder while dumping mud on you," she threatens, backing away slowly from him.
He swiftly grabs her, and brings her close. "I don't think you can scream loud enough, Sam-chan," he says.
"Oh yeah?" she challenges. "Watch this! H—"
He kisses her, and her voice his muffled out. Once he pulls away, he looks at her dazed expression.
"Mmm…okay, maybe I can't scream bloody murder," she admits, "but I can dump mud on you!"
And she does just that by pushing him into a muddy puddle, causing a mud war.
They laugh, and throw globs of mud at each other until finally they realize it's late, and they start walking home, still laughing as people stare wide-eyed at their muddy forms.
They don't really care, nor do they notice as they walk hand-in-hand, muddy footsteps behind them.
But when they step into the quiet Mansion, they're greeted with a rather grumpy and angry Master Hand.
"There will be no mud people in my Mansion!" he barks, and picks them both up, leading them outside.
And he dumps them into the fountain, ordering them to clean themselves off and hurry to their rooms.
She sits up from the water, spluttering, and glares playfully at her boyfriend.
"You're still a dork," she says, slipping out of the fountain and wiping off the wet hair from her face.
He chuckles, and gets out as well. "Then I suppose I'll have to call you my princess from now on since you don't look like a mud monster anymore."
She smiles.
"How sweet," she croons, and he almost believes that he's about to get away with teasing her.
Then she pushes him into the fountain, and rushes off into the Mansion before he can splash her back.
Oh yes…he thinks as he gets out and walks to the Mansion with water in his shoes, and his hair all wet. I'm definitely happy we decided to go out.
He looks, and sees that his new cape is ruined, and frowns a bit.
Although…I could've done without getting all muddy…
+fin+