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Title: "Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two
Author: sailorvfan10
Summary: Melee Academy is like any other all boys' school. Marth, Roy, and Link are three friends who go there, and though their principal fell off his rocker and can't quite get back up, it's as normal as can be. At least, they think it is.
Word Count: 4844 words
Fandom: Super Smash Brothers Melee
Pairing(s): Some implied Marth/Roy, Marth/Sheeda, Roy/Lilina, Link/Zelda
Genre(s): General/Romance
Fic Type: Work in Progress
Warning(s): Light, fluffy slash.
Disclaimer: Super Smash Brothers Melee is not mine. It belongs to Hal Laboratories/Nintendo.
Notes: These chapters take so long.

Marth sighed as he walked out of the dorm room he shared with Roy. It was quiet in the hallways, either due to the Smashers still sleeping or being elsewhere. Hands in his pockets, he made his way downstairs to the kitchens where Peach was still making breakfast. Mewtwo was sipping some orange juice while Pikachu filled Mewtwo's thermos with fresh, Colombian brewed coffee, adding about twelve sugars to the dark liquid. Pikachu "chu"ed in greeting to Marth, who returned it with a slight nod of his head.

"The eggs are ready," Peach said as she placed a plate full of them on the table in front of the cat-like pokemon. Mewtwo watched as Pikachu doused his with ketchup with a bit of interest.
"What would you like, Marth?" Peach asked as she went over to the cupboard to get pancake mix.
"Pancakes would be fine," the blue haired swordsman replied as he sat down near the end of the table.

"No, wait, that's my cap, Young Link!"
"We wear the same one, what does it matter?!"
"Give it back!"
"You'll have to catch me first!"
Young Link ran through the kitchen, looking behind him to stick his tongue out at his older self, and made a bee line for the living room. Link, cap-less and disheveled, attempted to make a lasso out of his tie and took chase after his younger counterpart. Zelda came into the warm kitchen to see Peach making pancakes on the grill and sat down next to Marth.

"Morning Zelda," Peach said as she made Bowser's lunch. She knocked over the salt container, picked some up, and threw it over her left shoulder as she placed a slice of bread on top of the meat.
"Good morning, Peach," Zelda answered back and she picked up the newspaper.
"Say, Marth," Zelda said as she opened to the Entertainment section, "is Roy feeling all right? I heard some...strange noises from his room on my way down."
Marth shrugged as Peach placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him.
"Thank you, Peach," Marth said, and she smiled.
"No problem, Marth."

Marth took a bite out of his breakfast, chewed, and swallowed before saying, "He wouldn't get up so I just went about my business. I didn't notice anything odd."
Zelda turned the pages, noted that there was nothing interesting, and folded the paper up.
"Well, he sounded sick so I'd go check on him." Zelda grabbed a banana from the bowl on the table and unpeeled it.
"I'll do so after breakfast," Marth said, cutting up his pancakes.

- - -

"Roy? Are you okay?"
Marth opened the door a crack, giving Roy a chance to cover himself up if he wasn't decent, before he opened it fully. After waiting thirty seconds, he opened the door fully to see Roy hanging off of the side of his bed. A teal coloured bucket was right next to the bed, and Marth winced from the sound of Roy retching.
"Does it sound like I'm okay?" Roy said at last, his voice hoarse. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and rolled back onto the bed.
"Well obviously not," Marth replied, leaning against the door frame. "So what's wrong, exactly?"
"I think I caught the stomach flu," Roy answered, sitting up against his red covered pillow.

"If you want," Marth said, crossing the room and sitting at the foot of the bed, "I could have Peach come up here..." Roy shook his head and pulled his bed covers up so they covered his legs.
"I'll be fine, thank you. And besides, she has school to go to." Roy leaned over the side of his bed again in search of his school pants.
"What are you doing?" Marth asked, looking over the side. "Oh no. You're not going to school today."
"But Maaarth," Roy said, making an attempt to put his pants on without removing the covers, "I can't miss school today."
Marth wrestled Roy's pants off and placed them on the back of Roy's desk chair neatly.
"No."
"What are you now, my father?"

Marth stood up and walked over to the side of the bed. Making sure to sidestep the sick bucket, he pulled the covers up to Roy's chest and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
"If you want me to be."
"That was the creepiest thing I've ever heard, next to Uncle Sain trying to talk to me about girls when I was ten."
Marth cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I have to be going... I'll check up on you during lunch time, all right? Don't die while I'm gone." Marth ruffled his hair.
"I'll try not to."

Without thinking, Marth kissed Roy again, but this time it was on the mouth. It was an innocent and simple kiss, and it caught both of them off guard--Roy didn't expect it and Marth didn't realise what he was doing until Roy pulled away.
"What was that for?" Roy asked as he looked at the blue headed prince quizzically.
Marth blushed, shrugged, and got out of the room as fast as possible. Roy just shook his head, blamed it on Marth's mental state, and tried to go back to sleep.

- - -

"Mr. Pickél, I have some shocking news," Mewtwo said as he read over a piece of paper.
"Did Lassie fall down the well again? Goddamn!" Nicholas shouted, slamming his fist against the top of the desk.
"No, no, your dog is fine," Mewtwo answered. "It turns out that you have to show up in court later today because your biological father wants you back or something, and your adoptive parents are fighting it."
"But I'm not adopted."
Mewtwo sighed.
"Well, according to your birth certificate, your name is Nicholas Leon Redfield."

Gary turned around and sneered, and Nicholas had to resist the urge to punch him in the face.
"...So my brother isn't Doug and my parents aren't Sharyn and Tom?"
Mewtwo nodded.
"That is correct. Your parents are actually named Christopher and Jill."
Stephen was in the back of the room sharpening his pencil and eying the shag carpet.
"Umm, Mewtwo-sensei? When are you getting out of the 70s and joining 2007?"
Mewtwo snapped his pencil and threw it in the garbage.
"Shag is coming back into style."
"Yeah, if you live in a time warp," Stephen replied, walking back to his desk.

Marth was reading FAKE, unaware of the fact that Dee and Ryo were gay for each other, when he turned the page and saw the two making out. Blushing, he flipped past it and continued reading.
"All right, let's do roll call," Mewtwo said, taking the list out.
"Alvarez-san?"
"Hai," Stephen said, talking to Nicholas via Pictochat.
"Carp-san?"
"Hai," Kweenetra said, not looking up from the Spencer/Ashley story she was writing.
"Lowell-san?"

Marth was too engrossed in the hot Dee/Ryo action to hear his name.
"Lowell-san wa doko desu ka," Mewtwo asked, wondering where Marth was.
"Right in front of me," Stephen said, pointing to the red faced Alteaen prince in front of him.
"Huh?" Marth asked, nearly dropping his manga in the process.
"You're here, are you not?" Mewtwo asked, his head leaning against his hand.
"Yes, I'd like to think so," Marth replied, and Mewtwo marked him in.
"Mekkai-san?"
Link waved his hand around in the air and shouted "Hai" a little too enthusiastically. Mewtwo marked him "in school".
"Pherae-san?"
There was silence.
"Keseki desu ne," Mewtwo mused, and marked Roy absent. "Is he all right? I believe I heard something from Zelda saying he wasn't feeling well..."

Nicholas and Gary were shooting daggers at each other, their stares icy. Nicholas plotted his death, Gary plotted revenge, and they both smiled evilly when they thought of the other's ruination. Stephen, who sat in front of Nicholas and behind Gary, was oblivious to their silent loathing. Instead, he played Animal Crossing.
"Redfield-san?"
Nicholas, forgetting his last name was no longer Pickél, didn't answer.
"Nicholas-kun...?"
"Hai," Nicholas answered, drawing up plans to try to kill Gary in the most painful ways possible.
"Last and least, Wesker-san."
Gary grunted in response and finally turned around after Mewtwo threatened to strangle him using his entrails as the ligature.

- - -

Marth walked, books in hand, to the locker rooms near the health, sex education, and driver's education classrooms. When he came to the door, he saw, in big lettering, a sign that said, "Important Notice! Please make sure to wash your hands after every physical education period!" Marth, wondering why people wouldn't do that anyway, turned the door knob and opened the door wide enough for him to squeeze through.

Marth walked over to his locker, unlocked it, and pulled out a pair of dark blue sweatpants and a dark green tank top. Throwing them over the door of his locker, he pulled his pants off and, folding them neatly, placed them in his small locker. Seeing the guys staring at his boxer-clad ass, he quickly pulled his sweatpants on and retreated further into the corner of the locker row from people's eyes.

Once he was finished changing, he closed the locker and clicked the lock closed. He crossed his arms and pushed the door open with his leg, walked up the stairs, and went through the door to the gymnasium. Shawn caught sight of the swordsman and looked away with a sneer. Marth merely went past him and took a seat on the bench.
"All right," Mr. Falcon said, grade book in hand. "Today, we're doing the pacer test." As Mr. Falcon talked, he looked up and down the bench and took attendance.
"What's the pacer test?" someone asked, their hand raised.
Mr. Falcon laughed loudly and threw his grade book on the floor with a huge thud.
"The pacer test is when you go from point a to point b as many times as you can, getting progressively faster after every ten laps." The student nearly fainted when Falcon said, "Don't worry, you'll have to listen to a tape."

Falcon led them to the other side of the gym and gestured to the blue line.
"This is your starting point," Falcon explained, and pointed to the one on the other side of the gym area. "And that's your end point. From here to there and vise versa, it's one lap." The members of the class gulped and said things such as "Oh man, I can't do this," and "You're just being a big baby," and so forth. Marth wasn't too worried; he had done much worse back when he was a kid.
"All right, make sure you pay attention to the tape," Falcon said as he pressed "play" on the Sony CD player.
"Oh, and Mr. Lowell...please remove your jewelry." Marth forgot he was even still wearing his headpiece, and removed it from his hair. He gave it to Mr. Falcon for safe keeping and stretched a bit in preparation for running.

The first twenty laps were easy--many could walk fast and still make it to the line with some time left over. Marth wasn't breaking a sweat even, and he wasn't even jogging. One of the guys had to sit out after three laps due to his being extremely out of shape and unable to walk more than five feet without being out of breath.
It was when lap thirty five came around that many dropped out, and Marth still wasn't sweating, and he was in a light jog still. He and four other people were the only ones left, and they were starting to pant harder.

"Fifty four."
Marth and Shawn were the only ones left, and Shawn was showing some signs of slowing down. Marth, who could run one hundred laps if he really wanted to, was speeding up slightly. Everyone else was practically on the ground in a faint and watched them in awe. How could two people last over fifty laps was beyond them.
"Sixty two."
Shawn was panting hard and barely able to keep up with Marth, but he managed to somehow. Marth was beginning to really sweat now, and the pressure was on. Shawn looked at him with a look that said, "I'm challenging you. I'm gonna win." Marth, who was taught to always put his hardest into everything he did, accepted the challenge and ran as fast as he could.

"Eighty."
Shawn suddenly stopped--his legs refused to carry him any longer, and Marth ran right past him.
"Let's see," Falcon said, looking for Shawn's name on his list. "That would be eighty laps for you. Good job, Shawn." Shawn glared at Marth's back and spat on the ground.
Marth had to practically skid in order to stop from the built up momentum, and nearly plowed into the wall behind Mr. Falcon.

"Good job, Marth," Falcon said, writing the score down, "you did one hundred and ten. That's a new record, too." Marth was kneeling down on the ground against the wall.
Eat that, Marth thought. Eat it big time.

- - -

Marth was surprised to see Link in the Chorus room before the bell rang, but figured that perhaps Link had turned over a new leaf or something. Walking over to his usual seat, he sat down and took out his lunch. The door slammed shut as Zelda emerged from her office and walked over to her chair in front of the piano.
"Ms. Harkinian," one of the students said as they stood in the doorway, "are you aware of the fact that the door is completely off of the top hinge?"
"I am now," Zelda replied, thumbing through "I'll Be Home for Christmas". "I should probably call Mr. Six one of these days and get that fixed."

Link stuffed his sandwich in his mouth and nearly choked from the large portion he swallowed. Marth shook his head and bit into his apple, licking up the juice that came from it.
"You must be hungry," Zelda said, cup of diet Pepsi in her hands. Link nodded and swallowed what he was chewing so he wouldn't choke.
"Yeah, I missed breakfast because of Mini-Me," he replied, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his blazer. Marth and Zelda frowned at Link's apparent lack of table manners, and Link stared at them.
"What?"
Zelda closed her eyes and sighed whereas Marth wordlessly handed Link a napkin.
"Peach forgot to give me one," Link remarked as he placed it on his lap.

"I thought you had fifth period lunch," Zelda said to Marth, placing her decaffeinated beverage on the piano as she did so.
"...I do," he replied, taking another chunk out of his apple. "I just don't feel like eating then, so I eat here." Zelda decided to not discuss the topic any further and sat back in her chair.
"Hey Ms. H, did you know the door is--"
"Yes, Shyam, I know. It's broken. Someone told me all ready."
"Oh, okay," the boy named Shyam said as he sat down two seats away from Marth. "What are we doing today?"
"Singing," Zelda replied, thumbing through "Antiphonal Deck the Hall" as she did so. "This is a chorus class after all."
"Cool. What are we singing then?"
Zelda looked up from the manuscript and shook her head.
"Songs," Zelda replied once again. "This is, like I said before, a chorus class."

A few minutes later, Shyam was talking to Link about states and capitals.
"The capital of New York," Link read from the index card. "What is it?"
"New York City," Shyam replied, smiling. Link, Marth, and Zelda just stared at him.
"Um, no," Marth interjected, leaning back in his seat, "the capital of New York is Albany."
"But it can't be," Shyam argued, "New York City is so much bigger than Albany!"
Marth decided to not argue with what was apparently not Earth Logic.
"Whatever you say," Link replied, and took the sheet music that was being handed out.
"I hate this song," was all the blond said after that.

- - -

"See you later, Marth," Link said as he and Marth parted ways in front of the boys' bathroom near the Chorus room. Marth waved and went over to his locker to get his books for sixth to eighth periods, along with some of Roy's things, and placed them in his book bag. Satisfied he had everything, he closed and locked his locker, rounded the corner, and went down the stairs to the third floor of the old building. Grabbing a copy of the local magazine "Nintendo Super Powerz" from the desk in the front hall, he walked out the front door and went on his merry way to the Manse.

Opening the front door to the Manse, he was bombarded by really loud Finnish metal music from the second floor. Dropping off his book bag and removing Roy's things, he walked up the stairs and over into the male dormitory hall. As he approached the room he and Roy shared, the music grew louder until he felt the floor vibrating.
Opening the door, he poked his head into the room and saw Roy passed out on his bed, writing notebook on his stomach, pencil in hand, headphones on his ears. The music wasn't coming from him, but from the people next door, Marth figured. Bowser was always quite loud with his music habits.

He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge nearest Roy. Marth really never paid much attention to what Roy looked like when he was sleeping, but looking at him now, Marth thought he looked like an angel--if angels had red hair, that is. Marth mentally slapped himself as his eyes gazed at the pale flesh of his torso--his shirt rode up enough to give Marth a nice view.
He needs to eat more, Marth noted, and he poked Roy in the thigh.
"Roy." Marth moved from poking his thigh to poking his stomach. Roy groaned and turned over, the notebook falling onto the empty space next to him.
"Roy," Marth said a little louder. He gently pulled back one of the ear pieces and whispered in his ear, "Wake up, Roy."

Roy turned over and wrapped his arms around Marth's neck. The top half of Marth's body fell forward and on top of Roy, and the prince turned the colour of Roy's hair from the close contact.
"Mr. Bunny doesn't want to wake up," Roy muttered as he nuzzled into the pillow more. Marth glanced over to the purple coloured stuffed rabbit Roy dubbed "Mr. Bunny" on the other side of the bed.
"Roy," Marth said, trying to disentangle himself from the red head, "I don't care if Mr. Bunny doesn't want to wake up. You, on the other hand...need to let go and get yourself up." Roy suddenly let go and Marth fell onto the floor. The thud Marth made caused the windows to rattle and Roy to nearly have a heart attack.

"Wha' 'ust 'appened?" Roy asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his hand. "Marth?" Roy called, leaning over the side of the bed, "What're you doing on the floor?"
Marth rubbed his thigh and sat up.
"I fell," he replied. "What're you doing in bed still?"
Roy stretched and cracked his back.
"Well, I didn't really get much sleep, and it's my day off so..."
Marth was on the bed by this time.
"Cherish it, Roy. You won't get Saturday off much in the near future," Marth replied.

"So what brings you here?" Roy asked, sitting up on his knees. "I thought we had a full day today."
"We do," Marth replied. "But I told you I'd check up on you on my lunch break. So here I am."
Roy looked at the pile of books on the table at the foot of the bed.
"Whose books are those?"
Marth leaned closer to Roy.
"Yours."
Roy sighed and leaned back, his knees bent and his legs crossed at the shins.
"Oh, it's not as bad as you think," Marth said, laying down next to Roy. "It's only for two classes." He wrapped his arms around Roy's waist.

"You need to eat more, you're about as thin as a stick," Marth commented playfully.
"I'd say the same about you," Roy replied. "Hey! You're on Mr. Bunny's leg!" Marth quickly moved Mr. Bunny so that he wasn't being squished.
"Well, he's kind of small," Marth said. "It's easy to squish him."
"Your stuffed elephant is easy to squish," Roy remarked, poking Marth in the shoulder.
"Toshizou is not easy to squish! Besides, he squeaks when you squeeze him, so you'd know if you sat on him or something."

Roy and Marth ended up having a mock-wrestling match on Roy's bed over whose stuffed animal was easier to sit on when Marth ended up in a compromising position.
"You like being in between my legs, don't you," Roy mused and Marth blushed.
"No! No I don't! How dare you think I d--"
"Then you would've moved by now."
Marth leaned in closer until their faces were inches apart.
"Well at least I don't listen to Romanian boy bands," Marth retorted.
"The one guy sounds like you," Roy said, getting off topic.
"Does not!" Marth argued, pinning Roy's wrists to either side of his pillow.
"He does too!" Roy fired back, trying to free himself from the bed.

"Shut up!" Marth said as serious as he could muster.
"No, you shut--mmm..."
Marth silenced Roy with a kiss on the mouth.
"That's the second time," Roy said when they pulled apart, "that you've done that today."
"I am quite aware," Marth replied as he sat on Roy's thighs. "And you haven't objected to it at all, either." Roy caught Marth's smirk and replied, "What choice did I have? You held my wrists to the bed."
"You could've bit me or something."

This time Roy was the one who kissed Marth to shut him up.

- - -

"You look flustered."
Marth nearly dropped his school books on his foot.
"I am not flustered," Marth said, placing his books upright on his shelf. Link leaned against the adjacent locker.
"Sure you aren't," Link replied, unconvinced. "Did something happen between you and your girlfriend or something?" Before Marth could say anything, Link said, "No, it couldn't've been Sheeda 'cause you wouldn't be this flustered."
While Link was thinking of all the people Marth was in contact with throughout the day, Marth took the opportunity to run as fast as he could to AP Physics.

"Is it Roy? ...Marth, where'd you go?" Link noticed that the hallways weren't as crowded as they were before and realised that he would be late for English class.

- - -

I am having the biggest crisis of my life, Marth thought, not paying any attention whatsoever in his AP Physics class.
"It's nice to have you back," Ian said as he passed by Marth's desk. "Our class is just a wee bit on the 'broken bulb' side when you're not here."
"Thanks?" Marth said, unsure of whether that was a compliment or an insult. Ian took his place in the seat diagonal from Marth and talked to the guy in front of him.
Of course this has to happen after I get married. Marth propped his head up with his hand and flipped to an empty section of his notebook.
Are these repressed feelings or something? I'm so confused...

The teacher, Mr. Koopa, talked about inertia and gravity and force while Marth zoned out some more and contemplated his current situation. He cared about Roy, that was a given, but as a friend. Or that was what Marth was trying to convince himself of, anyway.
Roy probably thinks it's all in good fun, Marth thought as he wrote down the notes on the projector. He probably doesn't think I'm serious. I hope he thinks I'm not serious.

What Marth didn't register was the fact that Roy was the one who initiated the last kiss.

- - -

"Tomorrow's Halloween," Link said cheerfully, fingers pulling on his book bag straps. "We can dress up for school, too."
"So I heard on the announcements," Marth replied, lost in thought.
"...Something's on your mind," Link said, suddenly serious.
"It's nothing," Marth said, trying to brush Link off. Link wouldn't have it and pressed on.
"It's something, you mean." Marth stopped Link from nearly getting hit by a car.
"I said it was nothing."
Link crossed his arms.
"Oh please. You've been acting like this since you visited Roy during your lunch break." Marth tried to hide his blush as he remembered.
"So it is Roy," Link said and smirked. Marth scowled.
"Yeah, it is, now drop it," Marth said, examining the changing leaves as they walked on home.

There was a lull in the conversation, and Marth made it look like he wasn't open to any sort of conversing. That didn't stop Link, of course.
"You like him, don't you?"
Marth scoffed and waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought.
"Roy and I are friends. Besides, he and I are both guys."
Link shrugged.
"That doesn't matter."
"Okay," Marth said, trying to come up with more excuses. "What about the age difference? He's only fifteen and I'm eighteen."
"Three years between you two isn't going to hurt anyone."

Another lull in the conversation. The Manse was coming into view, which meant they were a block and a half away.
"You're confused about how you feel, aren't you?"
Marth nodded as they both stopped at the streetlight.
"There's no shame in how you feel, you know."
"Oh yes there is," Marth replied. "There's a major problem."
"Don't worry about what society thinks and what your people will say and--"
"No," Marth said, cutting Link off, "it's not my people or society I care about. That's not the problem."
"Then what is the problem?" Link and Marth began crossing the street, the Manse becoming bigger and bigger.
"I'm married."

Link kicked a soda can, the metal scraping against the pavement as it bounced and rolled.
"Well, I guess that's a problem, especially since you just came back from your honeymoon and all," Link said, not looking at the blue headed prince.
"This sucks," Marth said as they walked up the gravel driveway.
"Indeed, it does."

- - -

Marth undid his tie and placed it on the hook next to his bed. Roy was in the bathroom having a nice shower, and Marth had to take his mind off it by organising the mess all over the floor. He took off his blazer and placed it on the back of his desk chair, and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt.
"There, all nice and neat," Marth said, placing Toshizou right on his pillow.
"The floors are so clean I can see my reflection in them."
Marth nearly jumped off his bed when Roy came up behind him.
"Roy! You scared the living crap out of me!"

Roy went over to his armoire and pulled out a pair of clean pants and a shirt. Marth was making sure Roy didn't move around enough so that the towel around his waist fell down.
"You're acting funny," Roy remarked as he went into the bathroom to put his pants on.
"Oh?" Marth said, acting as if he had no idea what Roy was talking about. "How do you mean?"
"Well," Roy said as he came back into the room and threw his wet towel in the laundry, "you've been acting all...flustered."
Marth ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"Everyone's been saying that lately." Roy was rummaging for a pair of clean socks in his underwear drawer, random articles of clothing occasionally being pushed or thrown out of the drawer.

"Well...what's been making you all flustered?" The red head leaned against the drawers as he put his socks on. "You can tell me."
Marth shrugged.
"To be honest, I don't know." It was a lie, Roy and Marth both knew that, but neither said anything.
"Well, if you ever find out what's causing it...you can come to me." Roy sat down on his bed and pulled his shirt on. For a brief second, Marth had thoughts of his hands raking over the pale flesh, his hand pulling his shirt off...

"Hello? Marth?"
"Huh?" Marth blinked thrice and let out a cry of surprise to find the red head right in his face.
"I said, do you want some ice cream?"
"You sure that's a good idea?" Marth asked.
"It'd be great for my throat," Roy said, "it's all scratchy and hoarse and it hurts."
Marth smiled.
"I know something that can fix that." Roy crossed his arms.
"And what's that?"
Marth smirked.
"Honey."

With that, Marth wrapped an arm around Roy's shoulder and led him out of the dormitories and to the kitchen.