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Backstabber	By : Radiantwaterfalls Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 2681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Backstabber
Chapter Twelve
Link sighed. He was bored. It was Saturday, and he was waiting for Zelda to show up at the mall so they could finally get his costume. She was helping him pick it out. His phone rang suddenly. "Hello?" he answered it.
"Hey, Link! It's Zelda!"
He smiled. "Hey, where are you?"
"I'm so sorry! I can't make it! So, I sent my twin sister instead."
"Tetra? Okay… where is she then?" the blonde asked the brunette. "She should be parking."
"Okay, thanks for telling me."
"No problem! Gotta go. Little Aryll is lighting the cake on fire."
Link laughed. "Okay, bye."
"Bye!" The phone went dead, and Link shook his head amusedly. Then, he pocketed his cell. He looked up to see a skimpy version of Zelda walking over to him. He smiled. "Hello, Tetra."
"Hey. So, what are we looking for exactly?" she said as she fixed her red bandana that hugged her neck. Link smiled and said "I want to impress someone at the Ball, and Zelda was going to help me pick out a certain outfit."
She raised an eyebrow at the blonde. He grinned and said "I am here to pick out a dress."
She grinned wickedly. "Now, that I can help with."
Link laughed as she winked at him. "Well, come on, lover boy. Let's go."
With that she pulled him to the expensive dress shop that Zelda's mother owned in the mall.

Pit's heart was shattered. Broken. Destroyed. Diminished. Beyond all repair. How could his goddess be so cruel? How could she order Pit's pictures to be burned? And burned with damned fire no less? That fire erased all existence of the photos. If it had been regular fire, all the desperate little angel would have had to do to get them back was use his angelic powers to manifest them again. But… that god-damned (literally) black fire erases all existence of them.
Standing up, Pit threw on a random white shirt and a pair of loose jeans that didn't fit him well, they kept falling down, but he didn't care. He was devastated. Leaving his room with a sort of gloom around him, he left his house. He couldn't bare to be there, where the crime had taken place, in his room no less.
The angel began to aimlessly wander the streets. He walked around and saw many people dressed up in costumes already. That's right. He thought. The Winter Festival thing starts today.
Since he had nothing better to do, he decided to go into town. His dull lifeless eyes widened and brightened when he laid eyes on the miraculous décor of the newly transformed town. It's like he was in a completely different universe. The usually black streets were completely covered in snow, and not one car was in sight. Horse-drawn carriages replaced them. The shoppes and buildings were all painted a variety of white or pale blues. Icicles lined every roof. Snow covered the sidewalks. Snowflakes were falling gracefully like feathers from the heavens. The fountain's water was frozen in a beautiful way, and even the flowers were gorgeous. The flowers weren't dead, but they were whites and blues instead.
Pit felt his heart melt. Palutena did this. he thought amazed. She's… not as cruel and heartless as I thought… The easily persuaded angel smiled softly as his blue eyes filled with life again, and he didn't feel so glum.
He smiled brighter as he decide he could easily just win over Ike again. Yes… I'll win him somehow. Let's go visit him.
Pit ran into a back alley way and popped out his wings. Then, he shot into the white sky, flying away. He smiled and laughed. He loved the way the wind ruffled his feathers. He loved the feel of being up high and in the sky. He really had missed flying.
He landed gracefully in front of Ike's house. He folded up his wings and smiled. Then he hesitated, his smile faltering. What if Ike didn't want to see him? What if Ike thought of him as a stalker? What if Ike didn't like him as a friend anymore? What if he didn't believe Pit? What if? What if? What if?
The angel began to fret over it. He decided to leave. He was too scared, to terrified, of rejection. He turned to leave and positioned himself ready to jump into the air when the sound of a door opening reached his ears. Then someone called his name. "Pit?"
Pit froze. It took all his strength to keep his wings in from the surprise. He knew that voice. He had memorized the sound of that glorious voice. He couldn't believe-No. It couldn't be. It couldn't. It just couldn't. But, then again, it is his house…
"Is that you, Pit?"
The angel heard Ike's curious, almost hopeful, voice. He slowly turned around to face the navy-haired jock. He laughed nervously and said "Y-Yeah… it-it's me.."
Ike smiled and walked over to the angel. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh…" Pit shifted his feet nervously. He couldn't look at Ike. Why exactly was he here? To claim Ike as his? No. Then why?
"It's alright. You wanna go to the mall? I was going to take my little sis, Mist, there to get her costume. You can come to." Ike looked at the angel. How was he not cold?
As if he knew Ike's trail of thoughts, Pit shivered absentmindedly. "Um… sure…"
"Alright, then come on. We have to pick her up from her friend's house." he lead the angel over to his car. Pit smiled at the memory of him ask Ike what a car is, then he turned sad. He sighed softly and went over to the younger. Maybe… I can unlock his hidden memories. Pit thought as he remembered Palutena could only hide memories not erase them.
Pit took shotgun, and he didn't buckle. He had forgotten how. Ike looked at the angel curiously. "Aren't you going to buckle?"
"To what?" he asked confused. Why did buckling sound so important and… familiar?
Ike raised an eyebrow. "Buckle… With your seatbelt."
Pit then noticed the leather-like strap to his right. He pulled on it and looked at it. "What do I do with it?"
Ike blinked. Twice. "Are you serious?" he asked, not angrily but genuinely curious. Pit blushed embarrassedly. "Um… yeah…"
Ike blinked again and said "You… buckle with it…"
"How do I buckle?"
This yet again surprised Ike, and he blinked. Seriously? What did his parents teach him? "Uh… it's hard to explain…"
The angel nodded slowly, listening. Ike sighed and said "Let me just show you." he unbuckled himself and grabbed Pit's seatbelt. Pit's breath hitched at how close Ike was. Ike didn't seem to notice.
"You take the buckle." Ike showed Pit the buckle. The angel nodded, not daring to breathe. "Then, put it in this thing." Ike looked down at the contraption that the buckle goes in, and he put the buckle in it.
The poor angel couldn't breathe. He was suffocating from the closeness of the other male. He could breathe once again when Ike returned to his spot in the front. Ike notice that the angel's face was red, and he asked, "You alright? Your face is red."
Pit looked down at his fidgeting hands and swallowed with difficulty. "Y-Yeah… I'm-I'm fine…"
Ike frowned. "You don't look fine. You sure?"
Pit nodded hastily. "Alright, then. To Aryll's house."

Marth smiled, trying not to laugh, as Roy awoke with a start. Marth had shaken him awake. "What? Where? Who?" he blinked. Then he relaxed. "Oh…"
The blunette laughed at the reaction. "I can leave now. While you were sleeping, I got released."
Roy smiled. "Really? I can take you out of here?"
Marth nodded, a huge smile plastered to his flawless features. The redhead smiled and stood up. Marth threw the sheets off with his hands and slid his legs over to the side of the bed. He was still in a hospital gown. With out warning, Roy picked up the fragile blunette. Marth gasped in surprised. "What?"
He looked up into Roy's eyes. The redhead was watching him softly. Marth smiled and decided to let the redhead take care of him. Roy carried Marth to the front desk.
Marth held around Roy's neck loosely, and he glanced around the lobby area as the nurse talked to Roy. Once he finished Roy brought him out to the redhead's car. It was a bright red and had turquoise flames on it, as well as purple hubcaps. Marth's eyes widened. "That's your car? When did you get that done?"
Roy smiled softly. "I got it done the morning you weren't at school."
The blunette nodded. "Cool."
Roy put Marth in shotgun. Pillows and blankets had been placed there for him to sit on, just to be safe. Marth smiled secretly at the caution Roy was taking. He kinda liked it. Roy got in the driver's seat. After starting the car, they drove away to the mall.

Link grinned at Tetra as the lady scanned the dress. They were letting the lady think the dress was for Tetra. So, they left with the beautiful dress. As they were leaving they ran into Marth and Roy. Marth… was in a hospital gown and was being carried by Roy.
"Are you alright, Marth?" Link asked his friend. The blunette smiled and said "I am now. Roy saved me."
The blonde smiled. "Good. I won't pester about what happened. I'm just glad your okay."
Marth smiled softly. "Thank you…"
Link smiled. "No problem. Are ya'll here for costumes?"
Roy smiled and nodded. "Yup. We are going to get our costumes. Marth's first, of course."
The blunette smiled softly. Link smiled. "Okay, well… we'll leave you to shop. We need some lunch."
Roy nodded with a grin. "See ya tonight then."
"Yeah, see ya."
Link and Tetra left to the food court. Marth looked up into Roy's face. The redhead smiled and said "First you need something causal to wear right now. I don't think that wearing a hospital gown is allowed in the mall."
Marth smiled. "Yeah…"
So, they went to go get Marth some causal girl attire.

After the exhausting day of costume shopping, Marth and Roy went back to the redhead's house. Marth smiled and sat on the redhead's sheets which were covered in red and orange flames. The blunette looked around the room.
It was a cozy room, not too small but no too large. The walls we're black with vibrant red and lime green stripes across it. The strips were going in all different directions and they were all different sizes and shapes. Some were thin and curvy. Others were long and wide, or thick and thin, small and curvy, little and straight, large and wavy… So many different styles.
The floor was made of a dark wood, and a few random pieces of dirty laundry decorated it. He had a corner desk in the corner of his room where his laptop and a pile assorted papers resided. Unfolded clothes were slung carelessly over the back of his black wheely desk chair. The full sized bed was unmade and in desperate need of a wash, but Marth didn't mind. It felt like… home…
Marth looked at Roy and said "You room is nice." He genuinely meant it too.
The redhead smiled softly at him and said "Thank you. It's cozy, and its mine… But it's not that great… Really…"
The blunette watched Roy sit next to him. He sighed and laid back on his bed. Marth, after a moments hesitation, did the same. He stared at the elder's ceiling. It wasn't black like the rest of the room. It was a soft pale blue that reminded him of Spring time. It didn't match the rest of the room, but Marth loved it. He instantly fell in love with it.
Before he knew what he was doing, he asked "Roy… why doesn't the ceiling match the rest of your room?" he looked at the redhead.
Roy's blue eyes, which were fixed on the ceiling, softened sadly. He looked at the blunette and spoke in a soft voice. "Because… my mother had twins. I… had a twin…" his gaze returned to the ceiling. "I had a twin sister who died… We… We shared this room. She wanted a soft blue. So, we painted the ceiling that color… I chose the color for the accent wall. It was green. Then the other walls were yellow by my mother's choice…"
Roy looked back at Marth. "My sister died of cancer. Lung cancer. She was seven. My mom thought she was too young to have the treatment, the chemo. But… eventually my mom agreed. She was nine when my mom agreed to it, to the god-damned treatment. We all too quickly found out she was allergic to it. It caused her heart to stop, her skin to redden, and her lungs to collapse. The radiation from the chemo did…"
Tears filled the redhead's angered eyes. Marth watch in awe and admiration. Roy was filled with such passion for his sister. Marth had never seen anything like it. "Those doctors killed my sister because they were too persistent. If they hadn't had been, she would have been alive right now."
Marth remained quiet for a few moments. Then he asked in a soft, sort of timid, voice. "What was your sister's name?"
"Her name was Sylnea." Roy's voice seemed to soften at her name. He really did miss her.
It was quiet for awhile till Marth looked at the clock. It was four. The dance started at six. Then a sudden thought popped into his head, sitting up. "Roy… Do you know how to dance?"
Roy sat up as well and thought for a moment as if processing what the younger just said. "Uh… no…" he said sheepishly, rubbing his neck.
The blunette smiled and laughed. "And you expected to go the dance?"
The redhead blushed, making his cheeks clash with his hair. Marth laughed even more. When he had calmed down, he sighed and said joyously "I could teach you."
"Really?" he asked curiously. Marth nodded. "Yup. Since I'm going to be dancing the girl's part anyway, I'll teach you the male's part."
The blunette stood up and gestured for Roy to do the same. He did so. Marth smiled and said "Now. Face your partner."
They turned to face each other. "Now, place your hand on my waist."
Roy hesitated. The blunette raised an eyebrow, waiting. Roy finally did as told but with a faint blush on his cheeks. "Like this?"
Marth smiled. "Perfect. Now, take my free hand in yours." Marth said as he placed his hand on Roy's shoulder.
Roy nodded and took a hold of the delicate feminine hand. He marveled at how soft it was, how fragile it felt. It was the softest thing he had ever felt in his entire life. It made him want to protect Marth all the more.
"Now. Take a step back. Wait! We need music!" Marth released Roy and walked over to the redhead's nightstand. He powered on the radio, and hit shuffle on the Ipod. A classical waltz-y type song came on. Marth retook Roy's hand and said "Now, we can dance."
Roy nodded and retook the slimmer one's waist. He stepped back as instructed. Marth continued to give simple instructions in a soft quiet tone till Roy had the hang of it. Now, Roy didn't even need to look at his feet. He let the music flow in him, through him. Marth was mesmerized by the redhead's grace in dancing.
Blue locked on blue, they danced. They danced much like you would at a medieval ball. Ballroom dancing. That's what they did, their eyes never leaving the others. The song changed to a slower softer song, and Roy subconsciously pulled Marth closer. The blunette didn't notice. He just moved his hands to around Roy's neck.
Marth's eyes fell to half-lidded orbs. Roy's followed suit, and he tilted Marth's head up slightly and kissed him softly, tenderly, just a brush of lips. The blunette let him. The redhead lingered for a moment before pulling away slowly and opening his eyes.
Marth's lips tingled lightly from the kiss, and he still felt Roy's lips on his. Those said lips slowly grew into a small warm smile. Roy's lips copied that action with one of his own smiles.
Marth felt butterflies in his stomach at the look in Roy's eyes. Was it love? Could he… Could Roy… love him? When no one else has? Could it be that Roy… doesn't want to get into his pants and just wants to love him?
As Marth thought these things, Roy was thinking other things like Does he now hate me? Will he care? and Should I tell him now? The truth?
Marth finally spoke softly, his voice hesitant as if afraid of the answer to come. "Roy… what did you mean by the kiss?"
Roy bit his lip. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want Marth to think that he was like other guys and girls, that he just wanted sex. Heck, he didn't care if he got sex or not from this teen as long as he had him to love.
Finally, he sighed and looked into the blunette's earnest eyes. He could tell that Marth really wanted an answer. He swallowed hard, then said "I… Marth… I've kinda… obtained feelings for you…" he hesitated, then looked at the younger teen, awaiting his reaction.
"You mean like…" Marth's brow furrowed in thought as he spoke softly. "you… love me?"
Roy hesitated, then nodded his head, biting his lower lip. Marth's confusion turned to an emotion that Roy didn't know. "Really?" he asked, sounding close to tears.
The redhead nodded. "Yes, Marth. I'm in love with you…" he said softly.
Marth was speechless. He didn't know what to say. He had never felt love before. He had never experienced love before. He looked at Roy and tried to speak. Nothing would come out. He tried again. But… no words would come. So, he let his actions speak louder than his words, and he kissed Roy.
The redhead gasped and stumbled back a step in surprise at the suddenness of the action. Once he recovered, he relaxed and held the fragile blunette close, kissing back softly. Marth wrapped his arms around Roy's neck and the redhead's arms snaked around the blunette's waist. Marth smiled against Roy's lips.
Marth may not know what love truly is or how it feels, but he thought he might be starting to.

A/N: Bare with me, please. More Dark and Link in the next chapters. This one was mainly the other couples. Next chapter is the Festival Ball.
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