[SSBM] Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two [Chapter Four]

[themartikaminna]

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: 6073 words
Fandom: Super Smash Brothers Melee
Pairing(s): 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. I don't own Sukisho! or Toshizou. Or any of the songs mentioned/featured in this fic. They belong to their respective artists. Also don't own Fire Emblem: Fuuin no Tsurugi or Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken or Fire Emblem: Souen no Kiseki. They belong to Intelligent Systems/Nintendo. The Nintendo DS belongs to Nintendo. Resident Evil belongs to Capcom. I only created Nicholas, Stephen, Gary, and Kweenetra.
Notes: I hammered this one out in about four hours. It only took twelve pages.

"Kick off your stilettos
kick off your stilettos
and fuck me in the backseat
fuck me in the backseat."
Marth knew from the one time he had to use Roy's computer that his music tastes were very eclectic, but he never expected to be woken up to some song about screwing people in the backseat of their car. Or, when he sat up in his bed, to see Roy half naked and dancing around to it while going about his morning routine.

"This is how the beat drops
this is how the beat drops (I wanna see your panties drop girl)."
Marth swung his legs over the side of his bed and ran to the bathroom as quickly as he could, shutting the door behind him.
Roy was half naked, Marth thought, looking in the mirror and turning the faucet of the sink on. The knobs squeaked when he turned them, the water ice cold.
I wonder what his father thinks of his music tastes.
The music was still going on when Marth exited the facilities, but Roy wasn't prancing around the room in his underwear. Instead, the red head was brushing his hair and mouthing the words.

"Marth! Roy! What the hell's going on in there?" Marth could barely make out whose voice was on the other side of the door over the music, and Roy didn't even hear it. He just went over to computer, pressed a few buttons on his computer, and moved the mouse over to some destination on the monitor.
"Hello?! Is anyone home?!"
Roy turned the music off and turned around to see the swing open and bang against the wall adjacent.
"Whose music was that?" Link asked as he attempted to tie his shoe while balancing on his other leg. "And why was it so loud?"
"Mine," Roy replied, grabbing his keys from his desk and pocketing them. His eyes looked Link up and down and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.
"What are you wearing?"

Link readjusted his wig and shook a finger in Roy's face.
"You mean to tell me you don't know what day it is?"
Roy glanced at Marth, who was just as confused as Roy, and then stared at Link.
"I never know what day it is," Roy sarcastically replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Link rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Roy's shoulder.
"It's Halloween," the blond said, leaning closer to Roy. Roy looked at the calendar on his computer and saw that, yes, it was Halloween.

"And I want you to dress up with me!" Link said, pumping his fist into the air and nearly knocking Roy over. "I even have outfits for you guys."
Roy and Marth didn't like the sound of that, but curiosity got the better of them. Link gestured for them to follow him, and so Marth and Roy took hesitant and tentative steps to Link's "humble abode" as he called it. Marth and Roy figured they could make a break for it if it were too bad.

The Smashers on the second floor of the male dormitory wondered who was screaming so loudly.

- - -

Roy opened the door to the Manse and was greeted by a gust of cold air. A shiver ran up his spine from it, and so he pulled his jacket closed as much as he could. Marth followed close behind, nearly shutting the door in Link's face.
"What demon possessed him to think it was a good idea for us to dress up together?" Marth asked, rummaging through his book bag for his gloves.
"It's not that bad, Marth," Roy replied, his breath visible in the air as he exhaled.
"Yes it is," Marth angrily replied, his voice low. "Do you realise how much hair spray is in my hair right now? It's defying gravity!"

Roy quickly scanned the outfits they were wearing and came to a bleak realisation.
"Marth," Roy said, pulling on the unhappy swordsman's sleeve, "we're dressed as people from a BL anime."
Marth stopped suddenly and Link went crashing right into him, the book he was reading gave him a papercut, and Roy had to turn away so Marth wouldn't see the red head's bad attempt at trying to hide his laughter.
"You've got to be kidding me!" the bluenette protested, his hands balling into fists. "Which one is this?"
Roy coughed and calmed himself down before answering.
"...I don't remember the original title, but I know it means 'I like what I like and it can't be helped' or something like that."

Marth paled, spun on his heel, and faced Link.
"You made us dress like characters from Sukisho?!"
Link put his hands up in defence in case Marth decided it would be a good idea to smack him upside the head.
"Yes, I did," Link said, "And you really fit your characters well."
Before anything else could be said, Link walked a few steps ahead of them before he quickened his pace and ran as fast as he could, Marth coming after him, and Roy trying to keep Marth under control the whole time.

- - -

Mewtwo was sipping his mocha latte while grading papers last minute, the red pen marking "F" after "F" after "D minus". Stephen, dressed as Stefan from Souen no Kiseki, was playing Solitaire on his Nintenpod, his eyes glazed over as he moved the Queen of Hearts over to the King of Spades. He looked up from his game to the sounds of a dispute coming closer and closer to the classroom, and contemplated going out into the hallway and telling them, as politely as he could, for them to just "shut the fuck up!". In the end, he decided against it simply because it was none of his business and he was being extremely lazy.

"I didn't take your goddamned lunch money!" resounded throughout the corridor. Students popped their heads out of their classroom doorways, many stopped opening their lockers or retrieving things inside them to turn and see what was going on.
"You did too, Redfield!" the person replied, his anger apparent in the fact that he spat the boy's last name out.
"I did not, Wesker." The boy's voice was low, his stare icy. Neither of them wanted to back down.
"Shut up, Redfield!"
"You first, Wesker!"

Stephen was fed up with the childish banter; he walked out of the classroom, waltzed right up to the arguing "couple", tapped them on the shoulders, and said, "Shut the fuck up!" as loud and as angry as he could.
Nicholas and Gary stopped mid-sentence and mid-scuffle, blinked, and stared at the angry ashen-blond classmate.
"That's better," Stephen said as he turned on his heel and walked back to room 221, muttering about how people just "need to grow the crap up".
"I still hate you," Nicholas said as he glared at Gary.
"Likewise," the platinum blond boy replied, sticking his tongue out.
"I'll rip that out of your mouth if you'd like," Nicholas offered, making a cutting-with-scissors motion with his index and middle fingers, a smirk on his face.
"No, thank you."

On the floor above, Marth and Link were in their own argument.
"There are dents in my locker door!" Marth said, pointing to them. "They're as plain as day!"
"And I'm telling you," Link said as calmly as he could, "that I didn't put them there!"
"Roy doesn't kick my locker," Marth explained, gesturing to the sitting red head beside him. "And I don't kick it. And you were pissed as hell Saturday before eighth period. And I saw you kick it!"
Link turned away from the bluenette.
"Do you know how many people kick the lockers? They could've been there from the previous owner, you know."
"I've had this locker for four years."
"So did the person previous to you."

Roy was staring blankly at the wall.
"Will you two stop fighting, get over it, and make up? You're giving me a splitting headache," Roy said, head leaning against his hand.
Marth and Link looked at each other, sighed, and fell to the floor in a slump. Roy took out his Nintenpod, put one of the earphones in his ear, and scrolled down to the song that was playing earlier. Marth jumped slightly when Roy leaned against his shoulder, the other earpiece lying on the floor, vibrating from the sounds of the bass.

"Pulled up at a stoplight, did drugs on the dashboard
Look at the mess we made tonight."
Link was writing up plans for Battle of the Bands, thinking of various ways to try and get Marth and Roy involved with him. He was also writing down various band names for the group he was planning on making. So far, all he had was "The Golden Boys". Not letting that deter him, and wrote down possible songs they would do as well. Link once saw a Backstreet Boys music video, where they were wearing white dress shirts and water was spraying everywhere, and ever since then, he had wanted to do something exactly like that. He grinned goofily as he wrote down '"Larger than Life" by BSB' under "Possible Songs".

"Kick off your stilettos
kick off your stilettos
and fuck me in the backseat
fuck me in the backseat."
Marth wanted to know why Roy listened to trashy music like whatever he was listening to. He understood its catchiness (it was a techno song after all), but it was about having sex in someone's car. He thought it didn't teach very good morals. He turned his head and saw Roy writing in the notebook he always carried around with him. Marth was always rather curious about what Roy wrote about in it, but he never peeked and he never asked. He figured it was none of his business. He was probably writing to his family at home or something. He sighed and leaned his head against the top of Roy's; the red head didn't move and didn't seem to mind it.

Marth had been told that writing was very therapeutic and good for one's soul, and since he had a lot of soul searching to do, he figured he'd start a journal or a diary--though he thought of diaries as some fluffy and pink covered notebook with the words "Princess" on it and that they belonged to little girls. He figured it would be easier to fix his "problem" if he wrote it down, maybe even talked about it...
Without meaning to, he caught sight of what Roy was scribbling down--his handwriting wasn't the neatest thing in the world, but it was legible enough--and was puzzled.

Roy wrote down everything. "Everything" meaning everything that went on, whether it concerned him or not. Marth was pretty sure that, if he went back far enough, he'd find Saturday's entry.
Saturday was that day. The day where he kissed Roy not once, but twice. Of his own initiation, anyway.
He sincerely hoped that Roy wasn't recording everything and anything for his father. Marth would rather commit Seppuku with his ballpoint pen than let Lord Eliwood read about Roy kissing another male, not once and not twice, but three times.

He came to the conclusion that, while Roy was sleeping or preoccupied, he'd have to take the journal and read through it to see if there was anything incriminating. There was probably nothing to worry about, but Marth was slightly paranoid.
Which brought Marth to wonder whether Roy had ever been kissed before. It wasn't like Marth wanted to think about all of these things, but he did anyway. Marth was a rather curious prince, but he didn't usually shove his nose where it didn't belong. And he didn't want to ask Roy about it, because Marth realised that it was a rather personal question. Then again, Marth had asked him plenty of personal questions before...

Marth Lowell was, to put it lightly, quite confused at his current predicament.

Roy was, of course, smarter than Marth gave him credit for, and had some clue as to how Marth felt. He didn't say anything, of course, because maybe it was a custom in Altea to kiss another man on the mouth. Roy didn't want to seem ignorant, after all, and so he just didn't say anything. Roy shrugged and continued writing. Marth didn't make him feel awkward in the least, but that was because Roy was used to strange customs--the people in the Lycia Alliance Army were from different parts of the continent, after all.
These things were the parts of the entry he was putting in his journal. It was for himself and himself alone, not for his father, not for Marcus, not for Lilina...not for Marth. Not for anyone. It was for himself.

Roy Pherae was as confused as Marth was about how he felt. But at least he wasn't married.

"It's too quiet here! I can't take it!" Link shouted as he threw his pen and paper down onto the floor. He stood up, shouted incoherently (to Roy and Marth, anyway), kicked the wall, and then inhaled deeply as he calmed down. Link looked the two Fire Emblem boys over and grinned at the compromising position: Marth's arm was around Roy's shoulder, Roy's head was against Marth's shoulder, Marth's head was against Roy's... They were all nice and comfy-cozy. Link took out his camera and took a picture of it for later--you never know when you need some good ol' blackmail. Who knows? Maybe he could use the picture to get them to join his band for the Battle of the Bands competition...

Link Mekkai was very confident in his plans. Very, very, very confident indeed.

- - -

"Goddammit!"
Marth was greeted to the sounds of Stephen yelling at his Nintenpod.
"Stupid Queen of Spades! Now I can't get the one card I need to win this game!"
Marth, figuring that Stephen was off his medication that day, walked past him and over to his own desk, which had various scribblings on it from the Zero Period class. The scribbles were one of the reasons the Japanese Programme was going up against the Latin Programme. That and they took the classroom and pretty much messed it up. Roy slammed his books onto his desk, plopped his book bag onto the floor next to his desk, and sat on the arm rest portion of the desk.

Something wasn't right.
"Since when did I have a left handed desk?" Roy asked, pointing to the reversed arm rest. "I'm not left handed."
"The Latin class must have forgotten to change it," Mewtwo said, still grading papers. The bells were late today, the psychic figured, since it was past 8:25 and they hadn't rung yet. He sighed; the school was just so...Mewtwo couldn't even think of an appropriate word for the injustice of it all. Except for "injustice of it all".
The school is just so crappy.
That sounded about right, he thought. But nothing could get the students out of his non-existent hair.

Nicholas was playing his black and red DS while listening to his Nintenpod. He was too busy slaying zombies and headbanging to Cradle of Dust to notice that Gary was making plans to inject the T-Virus into him and make Nicholas his Zombie Servant. Nicholas moved when Gary was about to inject him, and ended up hitting Stephen instead.

Stephen was not happy.

"Will you two stop acting like five year olds and just ignore each other if you hate each other that much?!" Stephen removed the syringe from his arm before Gary Stu Wesker had a chance to press down on the plunger.
"Jesus God, I friggin hate both of you."
Gary crossed his arms and turned forward in his seat, deciding to ignore the brunette whom he hated so much. Like father, like son.

Roy had switched the seats and was now happily content. He wrote more in his notebook, and Marth watched him out of boredom.
"Can you take me higher?" was the lyric Marth heard clear-as-day from Roy's Nintenpod.
He's going to go deaf if he keeps it at that volume, Marth thought. He twirled a pen with his fingers in an attempt to cure his boredom, but it only made it worse.
...I didn't even know Roy liked Creed.

So Mr. Bartholo Mewtwo-sensei's Second Year Japanese Class sat there and did nothing, for the bell didn't ring until the period had about five minutes left.
"Why the hell'd they even bother?" Mewtwo muttered as he looked through the Nintendo Land Times. As usual, there was nothing interesting in it, other than how a three family house caught on fire. He turned the page and found the Sports section, which had the latest Melee Tournament results.
Well, Mewtwo all ready knew about the results. He decided that the paper was not worth the buck he paid for it if all it did was tell him stuff he all ready knew.

The rest of the class got up and left for second period.

- - -

"Sweet Din," Link said as he and Roy walked to their fourth period class, "I couldn't wait for Gym to end."
"Me either," Roy replied, holding his books to his chest.
"So I have a great idea for Battle of the Bands..."
Roy looked at the wig-wearing blond with a look that said, "If you involve me in this, I will beat you."
"If it involves fire and explosives like last year," Roy said, looking at the floor, "you can count me out. I don't feel like getting burned and then going home and having my father wonder what the heck happened to me again."
Link waved the incident Roy described away with wave of his hand.
"It wasn't that bad," Link said, acting as though Roy's shirt sleeve being engulfed in flames was nothing to worry about.
"Try telling that to my father."

Link pulled Roy close as they rounded the corner of the third floor new building hallway.
"Your father likes to overreact." Roy gently pushed Link off of him and brushed himself off.
"You've never even met him, how would you know how he's like?"
Link nearly walked into the radiator.
"Because of how you describe him."
"...How do I define him?"
Link took half a second to decode what Roy had said before saying, "He seems like a nice guy, but he worries way too much. That's the vibe I'm getting."
Roy said nothing in reply; he shifted his shoulder so that his book bag wouldn't fall off.

"You know, I never realised how weird you talk," Link said as they approached the section of the hallway where their Chorus class was.
"...Excuse me?"
Link moved his arms into an "I really don't know how to explain it" gesture.
"Instead of using the word 'describe', you use the word 'define', for example. And sometimes your sentences make no sense at all."
Roy was thinking of how he could properly explain the whole thing.
"...Pheraean doesn't have a word for 'describe'," Roy said, figuring it was simple enough. "We use the word for 'define' instead. Sometimes my speech mannerisms show up in my English. I can't help it."
"Sure you can," Link said as he walked into their Chorus classroom, room 311N. "You just have to be more conscious of what you're saying."

Roy threw his books onto his desk.
"I am conscious of what I say," Roy said, putting his bag onto the seat of his desk. He unzipped it and rummaged through it for his pen. "It just doesn't sound incorrect to me right away."
Link sat down in his seat, which was next to Roy's.
"So make it sound incorrect."
Roy gave him a funny look.
"I...really don't know how you explain it," Link admitted as he attempted to free his wig from one of the chair legs.
"Don't you think that wig's a little...long?" Roy asked as he slid into his seat. Link dismissed his question.
"Nah. Matsuri's hair's about this long, give or take a few inches. Speaking of wigs, why aren't you wearing yours?" Link grabbed a section of Roy's hair and examined it.
"'Cause your hair is no where near Sunao's length." Roy shrugged.
"I didn't feel like wearing it. It was getting caught up on chairs and stuff."

Link looked at him disapprovingly.
"You can look like a girl all you want," Roy said, his head being cradled by his arms, "but I'm not going down with you."
Link's stare then moved to Roy's hair, and the imaginary light bulb appeared above his head.
"You have enough hair in the back for a small pony tail..."
Roy quickly sat up as soon as Link got near him.
"Aren't nobles supposed to have short hair?" Roy gave him a weird look and crossed his arms.
"No. My father's hair is about this long. One of the Etrurian nobles has hair longer than this... And my hair isn't that long."
"It's almost as long as Marth's."
"So?"

The bell rang, and the Chorus room was practically deserted.
"Where is everyone?" Link asked to no one in particular.
"Perhaps there's a field trip?" Roy suggested, staring at the music manuscript opened on the piano stand.
"More importantly," Link said as he unwrapped his ham and cheese sandwich, "where's Marth? He's usually here before the bell rings."
Roy shrugged.
"Maybe he had a counselour's appointment or he decided to buy lunch in the cafeteria today or something."

The door opened and in came Marth, panting and sputtering as he leaned against the wall next to the door to catch his breath.
"Are you okay?" Link asked, part of the sandwich in his mouth.
Marth nodded and he slid down the wall.
"Why didn't anyone tell me there was a Fan Club of some sort dedicated to me?"
Roy and Link exchanged glances before looking at Marth again.
"...You have a Fan Club?" Roy asked, opening the small Tupperware container. "Oooh, boar meat stew." Link turned slightly green at Roy's lunch and turned so he didn't have to see it.
"Yes," Marth said, pushing himself off the dirty floor. "I do."

Who would blame them? Roy thought. Marth's not bad looking.
Holy crap, Roy's subconscious said, you did not just say what I think you said. Tell me you didn't just say Marth's not bad looking.
Roy's overactive imagination conjured up an Angel Roy and a Devil Roy, on his right and left shoulders, respectively. Devil Roy poked his neck with his mini-pitch fork.
"Are you insane?" Devil Roy said, not letting up on the poking, "...Although now that I see him, he's not that bad. I say you jump him!" Devil Roy had a mischievous grin plastered on his face. Angel Roy scoffed.
"Don't listen to him!" Angel Roy said, pleading. His hands were clasped and he was on his knees. "He's not the most virtuous person to listen to, believe me. Loving a married man is a sin! Your father taught you better than that!"
Devil Roy jumped onto Roy's right shoulder and put a hand over Angel Roy's mouth.
"Don't listen to him, Roy!" Devil Roy said, wincing as Angel Roy tried to bite his hand. "If you want him, go for him!"
Roy looked at the imaginary angels with a weird look.
"But I don't know if I like him. I just said he wasn't that bad looking! That doesn't mean I want to sleep with him or something!"

Link had moved as far away from Roy as possible, due to the possessed look in his eyes and the fact that he was talking to himself, although Link had reasoned that Roy was talking to Satan.
Do the people on Roy's continent even believe in Satan? Link wondered, and pondered all the possibilities as to how Roy got possessed. Marth watched as Roy clutched his head in pain and looked as if he were dealing with a temperamental child and he was the parent on his last nerve.

"You have some repressed feelings, methinks," Devil Roy said, jabbing Roy in the cheek. "You need to come to terms with parts of yourself."
"Since when was a devil philosophical?" Roy asked, and Devil Roy just looked at him.
"I'm trying to help you, man. Just go over there and kiss him. You know you want to. Look at how tempting he is..."
Roy stared at Marth, blushed, and then resumed staring at his desk.
"You had no problems kissing him the other day..."
Roy stared at Devil Roy with an "I'm getting tired of you" look.
"I didn't mean anything by it!" he yelled. "At least, I don't think I did. ...I'm so confused!"

All Marth heard was "I didn't mean anything by it!" and he wanted to know what inner demons Roy was confronting to spark an out-loud reaction. Link, meanwhile, was off in his own little world trying to figure out what kind of demon possessed Roy and how to exorcise it.

Angel Roy shoved Devil Roy out of the way.
"What would your father think about you liking another man?"
Roy thought for a moment.
"Well, he once told me about his escapades in the library with Lord Hector when he was my age..."
Angel Roy's virgin mind spontaneously combusted and he fainted. Devil Roy snickered.
"Just go for it! You know you want to..."
Roy gripped the desk in an attempt to fight it.
"Who said you have to love him? There is such a thing as lust, you know...."
Roy batted Devil Roy away with his hand, which was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.

"Roy!"
He faintly heard someone calling his name, but the darkness took him by the hand and dragged him away from it.
- - -

Roy...

Roy was standing on a cliff, an endless chasm beneath it. He looked behind him and saw an ashen black sky, no clouds at all, no sun, and no moon. It was just this cliff, himself, and an endless void of nothingness beneath him. He backed up from the edge, afraid of falling off. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

...Wake up...

Suddenly, a crack in the ground appeared right in front of him and the whole section of the cliff separated and broke off, falling away into the void of nothingness. His heart was pounding to the point of painfulness in his chest, his eyes wide. Was he going to end up in the void anyway? Where was he...?

...Roy...

Then everything changed. Instead of a void of nothingness, it was filled with water. An endless chasm of water. He swore he saw the occasional fish swimming along, and wondered exactly where he was. Figuring it didn't matter, he hesitantly crawled over to the edge, stopping when he felt like another section of the cliff would break off, and stared at his reflection.
There is no reflection, Roy thought. He leaned over to judge the distance between him and the water when the ledge splintered and he fell.

Roy... wake up now.

At least, he thought he did. He looked up and saw he was holding someone's hand. He couldn't make out whose hand it was, though, just that someone had saved him.
"Roy," his rescuer said, the voice distorted sounding. Roy had a problem understanding him (at least, he thought it was a "him"), it sounded as if he was underwater. The figure's face was covered, and he leaned closer to the red head. He closed the distance between him and the general, his lips pressed against Roy's.
"Wake up now, Roy," the figure said.
"But I'm not asleep," Roy said, backing up a bit as the figure began to fade away.
"I need you to wake up now."
But I'm not asleep, Roy thought. I'm not asleep.

...Roy...

Roy.

"Roy... come on now, wake up."
The red head covered his eyes with his forearm--it was way too bright in whatever room he was in. Someone shook him gently, the calloused hands were rough against his arm.
The person sighed and looked at his watch. They had missed fifth and sixth periods, and he didn't want either of them to miss any more of the classes.
"Roy! It's time for you to wake up!"

The person was about to bite him awake when Roy came to, his vision blurry and unfocused.
"Why's the room shaking...?" Roy stuck his arm out as if to brace himself for a fall, and the figure sat Roy up, slowly.
"...Marth?" Roy said when his vision had focused. Marth sat next to him on the bed, his hand feeling Roy's cheek and his forehead. "What...where am I?"
"The nurse's," Marth replied. Roy raised an eyebrow.
"...You fainted, so Zelda told me to take you to doctor Mario's to have you looked at. Your blood pressure was just high, is all," Marth explained. He held Roy close, not wanting him to get up for fear he'd get dizzy and pass out again.
"...I had the weirdest dream," Roy said, shifting so he was right up against Marth. "I fell off this cliff and someone saved me from falling into the endless vat of water."
Marth didn't know what to say.
"Quite a strange dream," he said at last. Roy took Marth by the hand, and the two blushed faintly.
"The person's hands were calloused," Roy recalled, thinking of the details. "They were calloused like yours."
Marth rubbed Roy's shoulder, the part of his body he landed on when he fell out of his chair.
"Anything else happen?"

There was a pause.
"My rescuer kissed me and told me I needed to wake up." Roy leaned in closer to Marth and stared into his eyes.
"What?" Marth said, moving his head slightly to keep some distance between them. "Are you saying I was your rescuer?"
Roy backed up.
"Maybe," Roy hypothesized. "Kiss me."
Marth thought he had a hearing problem.
"...Pardon?"
Roy pushed Marth up against the wall.
"Kiss me," Roy said, his mouth mere centimetres away from Marth's. Marth had no where to go.
"Why?" Marth asked, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. Roy sighed.
"I want to see if you were my rescuer or not," Roy replied and smirked. "There's no one around."

Roy closed his eyes as soon as he felt Marth's lips press to his, and pushed him against the wall harder.
Roy, you bastard.
Roy pulled away just when Marth was getting into it and moved so he was on the opposite end of the bed.
"Hmm," Roy said. "I don't know... I don't think you were the guy who rescued me in my dream," Roy said.
That is such a blatant lie, Roy's subconscious said. And Roy didn't care.

He didn't expect Marth to kiss him again.

- - -

"Glad to see you're doing all right," Link said as he saw the red head by the locker he and Marth shared. Roy closed the locker door and sat down in front of it, waiting for Marth.
"What'd I miss?" Roy asked, poking Link in the shoulder when the blond sat down next to him.
"Not much. You can get the notes tomorrow, the teacher said," Link reported, fiddling around with his cell phone.
"...Just to let you know," Link said, "there're rumours flying around the school that you and Marth were having a nice make out session in Doctor Mario's office." Roy stood up, pointed an accusing finger at Link, and shouted something in Pheraean at him.
"I'm sorry?" Link asked, not understanding what Roy said.
"You're such a liar, is what I said."
Link put his hands up in defence.
"I am not! Everyone in my class was talking about it." Roy was ready to throw something at someone.
"Marth and I didn't do anything! He was just making sure I wasn't going to throw up or something."

Link cowered by the lockers, holding his binder over his head.
"...So it wasn't a make out session?" Link meekly asked.
Roy shook his head.
"Why would Marth and I make out in the nurse's office? We'd go in the bathroom or something for that," Roy joked.
"...Were you at least kissing then?"
Roy kneeled beside the blond and got up in his face.
"Who told you?!" Roy whispered harshly in the blond's ear. Link's eyes widened, and Roy realised what he said.
"...Shit," Roy said, and placed his head in his hands.
"...You and Marth kissed?"
Roy waved his hands downwards.
"Be quiet about it, okay? No one can know about this."
Link crossed his arms, his binder balanced on his head.
"Roy, all of Melee Academy's gonna know about this by tomorrow morning."
"All of Melee Academy's going to know about what?"

Roy turned around and Link looked up to see Marth, book bag in hand, with a facial expression that said, "You'd better not be talking about me behind my back".
"Oh! Nothing!" Roy said, standing up. Link nodded his head vigourously.
"...Right. Well, can I please get to my locker?"
Roy moved out of the way so Marth could open the locker door and put his things away.
"We're screwed," Roy muttered.
"We're screwed?" Link asked. "Who's 'we'?"
Roy faced Link.
"You and I, of course! If you hadn't opened your big mouth and yapped to everyone..."

"Yapped to everyone about what?" Marth questioned. "What did Mr. Gossip say this time?"
Link didn't know what to say and Roy didn't know how to tell him. By this time, people were starting to look at the three swordsmen.
"...He said he caught you making out with...Zelda! Yeah, Zelda," Roy said as he elbowed Link in the ribs. "Right?"
Link nodded and Marth raised an eyebrow.
"Roy, you honestly suck at lying," Marth said as he closed and locked the locker. "Tell me the truth."
Roy gulped and Link wanted to try and get out of the sticky situation.
"...Link said he saw you and I in the nurse's office...kissing," Roy said the last part as quietly as he could. Marth's eyes got really big and narrowed when he looked at Link..
"And he kind of blabbed to the whole school about it."

Marth sighed. Great, he thought. Just what I needed.

Marth refused to talk to Link the whole way home, and Roy didn't know what to say to him.

- - -

"Kiss me out on the bearded barley
nightly beside the green green grass."
Marth was getting ready for bed, his pajamas laid out all nice and neatly on his bed. Roy, on the other hand, was on the computer playing Sixpence None the Richer's "Kiss Me" while he talked to someone on NIM--Nintendo Instant Messager--and surfed the internet for something exciting to do. Why was Roy playing lovey dovey songs, anyway? Marth was sure Roy had something better to play--he had over fifteen hundred songs on his computer, half of which was in another language. Better yet, Roy could finish doing those Biology problems Link told him about.

"Listen, about today..." Roy turned the swivel chair so he was facing Marth's back.
"What about it?" Marth asked, pulling the sleeves of his pajama shirt over his arms.
"...I shouldn't have asked you to...you know." The carpeting of their room looked very interesting.
"Roy..." Marth turned around, the top three buttons of Marth's shirt were undone (purposely at that), and he sat down on the bed. "It's okay. It's fine."
Roy smiled faintly.
"It didn't mean anything, right?" Roy asked. "As long as it didn't mean anything..."
Marth couldn't meet his eyes, the intense blue gaze Roy gave him made him just want to come out and say everything. Marth knew he couldn't.
"...I wouldn't be so sure about that."

Before Roy could question any further, Marth yawned, stretched, and climbed into bed.
"I'm beat," the prince said, removing his royal headpiece and placing it on his nightstand. "See you tomorrow, Roy." Marth turned the light out, pulled the covers up, and snuggled up into the pillow.
Marth didn't want Roy to know how he felt. Marth had no idea that Roy was going through the same thing as him.