Okay, I'm saying this right now. This story has a minor details, but a death in it. Don't like, then don't read. I'm not asking for flames.

On with the story! Oh yeah, it's in Ike's point of view.

If I kept on walking, I thought I could see him...

I'm Not Going to Say Good-bye

Whenever Marth looks at me, he smiles, but in a pathetic way.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

And whenever he talks to me, like right now, his voice gets dry and fragile. The first time I met him, I thought why he had to be so sad. I just said to myself he might just be that way.

"...hi."

Then he turned, and walked away like a breeze. How he walked, it looked unbalanced and wobbly so the next thing I said to myself was that he might not be feeling so well. But that wasn't it. Ever since that day, he would be acting strange. Everytime our eyes met, he'd turn away. Everytime all of the people sit together and eat, he would sit in the farthest seat from me. Even in battles, he wouldn't attack me. And this, was only to me.

"Marth? Why would he do such thing?"

I talked about it to Peach, because I heard she hears information about every single Smasher. She cupped her chin and thought for a while.

"That's strange...he's usually the one laughing and talking to people all the time. But you are right, especially when you're around."

"Do you know something?"

Peach put one hand on her hip, then heaved a sigh.

"I don't think I should be the one giving it to you."

"...you're saying to me to talk to Marth."

"Yeah, but don't go too straight all the sudden. He may be really fragile right now so be nice to him. Take him on a walk or something, that'll be nice."

but, how else can I approach him without going straight?

I didn't say so, and I left Peach. What she said was probably right...I'm the one that's being a coward.

I thought it through five days.

On the fifth day, I went out for a walk. I was just looking around when I saw a thin blue figure swaying to warn he's going to fall. I caught up with the blue prince, but I didn't know what to say.

"...What's wrong?"

"Um...just a walk."

"Oh"

Even when he was talking, Marth kept on staring ahead. He kept on walking, but not in his usual fast rate. The way he drags his boots forward, it was slower than me so I had to keep his pace. What really did happen?

"Me too. Just for a little break, you know?"

"Yeah..."

Marth's arched back suddenly straightened, and his breast plate clattered. His sword, Falchion clattered the same noise, keeping a steady beat with his walk. In this tree rustling street, Marth's quiet voice was hard to hear.

"If I...walking...I thought I..."

Not only was it hard to hear, but his voice started quivering. The shoulders shook, and his armor and sword shuddered. He looked down until his chin touched his neck, and sucked a quick breath in from the nose.

...He's crying.

"H, hey...Marth"

"I'm sorry, sorry. I, I wonder what we're eating tonight..."

I tried to put my hand on his shrunken shoulders, but he stepped back with a sniffle. The blue eyes we're red, along with his cheeks and the top of his nose. Marth kept on rubbing his eyes and muttered out anything as he stepped away.

"Wow, I'm hungry. ...see you tomorrow."

He finally turned, and ran back like I was his worst nightmare.