Yooooo sorry this hasn't been updated for so long! My writing style has changed, plus moving has been officially done (but no Internet till HOPEFULLY next week on Wednesday) so updates are still gonna be infrequent. However! The library nearby is about 18 minutes away and less expensive than going to a McDonald's, so that means I'll be reading AND writing every day except Sunday (library's closed at that day sadly unlike the old one we go to…).

Anyway...I have created a poll asking which fanfic I should focus on completing. I'll be updating this a couple of times till voting will be over (which will be about two weeks from now) so don't expect me to write this a lot unless this wins in the poll!

Anyway...ENJOY!

3. Debonair

Debonair – adjective: (of a man) confident, stylish, and charming.

Pairing/Character: Marth x Roy

Whenever Marth appeared to Roy, the redhead couldn't help but stare in awe. Marth always had that smile that indicated confidence, especially on the battlefield. The blue-haired King also wore fabulous blue clothing and armor that even put Zelda's homemade clothes to shame. His debonair style had always caught Roy's attention to the point that he fell in love with the King.

Roy had never questioned his sexuality until he first joined Smash, where he grew a fondness of other men. Whenever Roy saw some of the male Smashers, he basically became attracted to them, to say the least. Marth was one of them, and Roy confirmed that after meeting and befriending Marth, he was actually gay. However, he kept that to himself, since back in his world, gay love was prohibited, and in the Mansion, gay love was frowned upon due to its unusual nature. Roy couldn't win at all with his sexuality.

There was one thing that Roy didn't know about Marth: he was hiding his sorrow and grief behind that stylish and confident look, and he was about to learn this as he approached Marth's door.

The redhead knocked rapidly, a smile on his face. Today, the two planned to spar in the Training Room this afternoon, and Roy went to get Marth. However, after a few seconds, there was no response from his friend. Roy raised an eyebrow as he knocked again, this time a bit louder.

"Marth? Are you in there?" he called, his smile forming into a frown of worry. Usually, Marth was in his room, possibly taking care of his brushing and picking clothes for him to wear for the day.

There was still no response.

Roy continued to knock until his knuckles turned red, and Roy had to stop due to the pain flaring up from there. He knew that it was rude of him to do this, but it was a last resort, so he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. To his surprise, it was unlocked—it was downright unusual of Marth to leave his door unlocked while he was out. Since Marth didn't respond, Roy assumed that Marth must had went out somewhere, but his door being unlocked was strange.

He grew more concerned, and he slowly opened the door slightly to take a peek inside, his sword out in case there was a robbery happening at the moment. He couldn't be too reckless around here; the Mansion's security had been faulty lately, so there were many robberies, kidnappings, and other terrifying crimes that had happened in the past few weeks.

To his surprise and confusion, Marth was in his bed, his face buried in his pillow. Roy could only see his back, since the end of the bed was facing him.

"Marth?" Roy questioned, an eyebrow raised as he slowly opened the door. His eyebrow was raised even further when Marth wasn't wearing his usual armor or battle clothing: he was wearing a long-sleeved blue shirt and jeans, and he only wore white socks on his feet—not something you would see Marth in, being of royalty and stylish status and all. This struck Roy as unusual as well.

When Roy approached the King, he heard muffled sniffling and weeping. His heart broke in two, realizing that Marth was upset over something, so he rushed to his side. Sitting on the bed, he placed a hand on Marth's back, rubbing it gently and in a comforting manner.

"Are you...okay Marth?" Roy asked.

Marth seemed to either ignore Roy, or he didn't notice his presence until Roy touched his back. The King jumped, and he looked up from his pillow, his face stained with tears. Roy's eyes widened, now knowing that Marth had been crying.

"...Marth?" Roy asked hesitantly, having no idea what to say to his friend. He never saw Marth crying like this before, so this struck him as strange. Marth usually had that confident and comforting smile on his lovely face. What in the world had happened that wiped it off?

Marth tried to dry his tears with the back of his hand as he sniffled. "R-Roy...forgive me for what I am like now," Marth apologized, his eyes glistening from the tears.

"What happened?" Roy asked one question after the other. "Did someone hurt you? Did someone hurt your feelings? Did something—"

"Roy..." Marth cracked a weak smile. Even though Roy was worried for the King being this emotional, it was still cute to see Roy acting all protective of him. "D-don't worry about it...I've been...thinking."

"Thinking? About what?" Roy asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Of course, he knew not to pry, but at the same time, he wanted to help Marth. Somehow.

"..." Marth said nothing, racking his mind on what to say to his redheaded friend. After what felt like an eternity to Roy, Marth finally confessed, "I've been...thinking about all the friends I lost during both wars I've been through."

Roy's eyes widened. He never knew that his friend went through a war, let alone two. Perhaps that was why Marth fought in battle so well with confidence?

"You've...been in wars?" Roy asked without thinking about how would Marth feel.

"Yes," Marth replied. "I lost so many friends in the war, and...one of my closest friends...he betrayed us, and I had no choice but to kill him...and Caeda..." his eyes began to water as he continued, "she died saving my life. An archer shot arrows towards me, and she—"

Suddenly, Marth broke down sobbing, and Roy immediately held his friend close. Marth froze in shock at that notion, but knowing he needed comfort, he melted in Roy's embrace and sobbed on his shoulder.

Roy held his friend awkwardly, a frown on his face from seeing Marth crying and from the impulsive action. The two never hugged—they usually shook hands or nod their heads to each other instead. He could tell that Marth was shocked from the action, but what made Roy more confused was that Marth didn't seem to mind it.

Does Marth...feel the same way?

After a few minutes, Marth finally calmed down, and he looked up at Roy, wiping away his tears. "Roy...I'm sorry for hiding this from you. That's why I acted so confident and charming: to hide the pain from you and all the friends I made here."

Roy's eyes grew wide once again when Marth said this. All this time, Marth used his confident face and looks just to make sure no one saw how he was actually feeling?

"Marth—"

"Roy, feel free to break off with me for hiding this from you," Marth spoke. "I feel terrible for hiding my true self from you..."

Roy gasped when Marth said that, so he shook his head. Even though Marth hid his feelings from him, he knew why: to make sure that Roy doesn't worry. It was a good way to make sure that the redhead wouldn't be concerned for Marth. "No, Marth," Roy whispered in a stern tone. "Why would I break you off over that? You're my best friend...no, I love you! I can't just leave you because you hid from me!"

Marth covered his mouth with both of his hands, not being able to believe that Roy actually fell in love with him. He was just a King who desperately needed comfort and friendship. But at the same time, he harbored feelings for Roy as well. "Roy...I-I love you too! When I first laid eyes on you...I wanted to hide my true feelings so you won't worry about me."

"I figured as much," Roy smiled. "But please: try not to bottle it up. You need to talk to someone. Specifically, a loved one. Like me." The redhead blushed when he said the last sentence.

"Roy...thank you..."

After they stared at each other's eyes, Roy leaned in for a quick kiss on Marth's lips. Marth's visage turned a bright red, but when Roy backed out, he grabbed the back of the other royal's head and kissed him passionately. To the two, they wanted to stay this way forever. However, there was a thing called "oxygen", and they had to stop after a few seconds to catch their breaths.

"Love you, Marth," Roy whispered.

"Love you too, Roy..." Marth whispered back.

Constructive criticism is welcomed!