For Your Sake and Mine

:Chapter One:

Regret is easier to ease with another, even if it means beating it into them.

Well, this is the supposed crack fic I was going to write. Fear me now, because I have a co-writer for this. Her username is Midnight Crystal Sage . Please be kind enough to visit her profile and read her stories 3

So yeah, this is what I'm going to call a switch fiction. There are NO set pairings for this story. There might be eventually when me and Midnight get bored and actually decide to set pairings in stone. So yaoi readers with an open mind, come on in; Faithful pairing yaoi readers….come on in anyway XD.

This fic takes place in the transition from Melee to Brawl. Just so you know…if anyone cares to read what I say up here.

Anyway, I talk too much on intros, on with the fic!

Summary: Let me put you in on a little secret. The pursuit to happiness never started with happiness; it starts with sadness, anger and fear. But if we look past it, happiness is a lot closer than you think.

Things that are sudden and unpredicted tend to make the soul go off balance on the road through life. When tossed around to save yourself with no savior to pull you out of it, you feel overwhelmed, stupid...and mostly alone. And some tend to watch this unfold; feeling like there is nothing you can do to change it so they simply ignore it. Then there were some that felt helpless, wanting to do more than what they did before to prevent such things from happening. But with permanent results, being hopeful was futile.

That's how Marth felt, helpless. He sat on one of the two beds that were in the room. Looking to the other bed where Roy, his friend who he knew for a long time during the Melee season, was packing his things in an obnoxiously large suitcase. There were no words exchanged between them, just a couple awkward glances at each other before Marth would look about the room and Roy would go back to his packing. Since the red head didn't like silence, he looked over his shoulder with half lidded eyes, "Marth?"

"Hm?" The prince didn't bother to really look up, he figured Roy knew he was staring. The younger swordsman shook his head and then sat down on his own bed, looking at all the stuff that he had packed so far.

"Can you make sure to mail the stuff I forget? I have a feeling I'm going to forget something..." He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah sure...I will." Marth said quickly, nodding a little.

"Oh, I'll make sure to give you an address and stuff so we can write and call...you know...?" Roy trailed off, looking to see Marth's eyes weren't looking at him...more like anywhere but at him.

"Mmhmm.." Marth bit his bottom lip, looking to the other side of the room. He could feel Roy's eyes boring onto his back. The red head frowned lightly, then got one of his rolled up socks from his dresser he had yet to put in his suitcase and threw it at Marth's head.

"H-Hey!" Out of anger, Marth stood up and threw the sock ball back at the red head, "I said I would do it!!"

Roy caught it easily, tossing it in his suitcase, "You don't sound so sure...in fact, I get the feeling you're feeling a little more down than I do about leaving."

Marth opened his mouth and rose a finger as if he was going to tell Roy off, but no words came out. After a while, the prince gave up and dropped his hand, flumping back down on his bed, "I...guess you could say that."

Roy felt his heart sink as he looked over at his friend, who'd settled into a defeated state of mind. He knew that Master Hand didn't want any more clones in the tournament, which explained why Pichu, Dr. Mario, and Mewtwo were going to be joining him. The white glove was still heavily debating on whether or not he should add Young Link to the list, or simply revamp his move set. Nothing was set in stone yet.

When Master Hand had announced Roy's name on the dreadful list of those who weren't going to be returning for the Brawl Tournament, Marth went completely nuts and lashed out at the owner of the Smash Tournament. He was so distraught that a few of the kids became frightened, and Link and Roy had to restrain the prince from potentially harming the glove. In his blind rage, the Altean prince even threatened to pull himself out of the tournament if Roy couldn't be there, but the flame swordsmen managed to talk the water prince out of the ridiculous decision.

He reminded Marth that someone had to be in the tournament to represent the Fire Emblem World, and not wanting to disappoint his closest friend, Marth grudgingly agreed to stay on the roster. Even so, the prince couldn't shake the feeling that his friend was going to be replaced by either a complete pompous ass, or an embarrassingly inexperienced novice. Marth expressed his fears to Roy the day after Master Hand had made the announcement of those not returning. The flame swordsman didn't want his close companion to continue brooding in the future, so he took him out for some ice cream, and luckily, it was the right decision. The next day, Marth had completely forgotten about the fiasco because he was more concerned at the fact that he'd gained two extra pounds from the ice cream.

Upon hearing soft sniffles coming from Marth's direction, Roy cautiously stepped toward the prince and quietly asked, "...Marth?"

The prince stood up to try and explain himself, but the immense sadness was like a heavy weight on his heart, and he dropped to his knees. The red-head fell to his own knees to see what was bothering his friend. He rested a finger under the blue-haired swordsman's chin and lifted his head up, only to see tears flooding his blue eyes.

"...Marth..." the flame swordsman began to say, but he was cut off when the aforementioned prince threw himself upon him, his arms flying around Roy's neck as he buried his face into the red-head's shoulder.

The prince finally yelled, "I don't want you to go! Please, you can't leave me here! You're the only one that understands me!"

Roy circled his arms around Marth's slim torso and replied, "You of all people know that I don't want to leave... but it's Master Hand's orders. His say is final and I can't defy his wishes... and besides, I really wasn't all that understanding to you. I mean...you talked about the weirdest things and I must admit, you freaked me out at times--"

He was cut off by a punch to the jaw. It wasn't a hard punch, but it was enough to make him shut up. Marth pulled himself out of his embrace and yelled, "You insensitive bastard! I'm being fucking serious here!"

The fiery swordsman rubbed his jaw, quite startled with the punch, but that didn't stop him from glaring at Marth, "Well, I was being honest! If you would let me finish-"

"Finish insulting me?!" Marth snapped, crossing his arms across his chest and turning away, "Nice try, Roy!"

Roy stood up, his fists to his sides, there were times that Marth really did piss him off, and as much as he didn't want to be pissed off on the last day he'll probably ever see Marth, the prince was making it a little difficult, "Would you please stop being such a woman!?"

Marth looked like he was standing on a voltage box and just got electrocuted by it. He twitched and turned around at the same time, a nasty glare was on his face, "What...did…you...call me?!"

"I said..." Roy thought about taking it back, but he glared head on, with these mixed emotions and rage of Master Hand's orders, he had to let it out somehow, and unfortunately, Marth was his target, "I said stop being a woman, princess!!"

There was a very long silence, Marth's face changed like a melting Picasso painting, finally his face settled to rage as he jumped across the floor and tackled Roy to the bed, ready to show the flame swordsman to never, EVER, call HIM a PRINCESS. He pinned the red head to the bed, sitting on him, his hands had a hold of Roy's collar, "How dare you call me that! I dare you to even breathe that again and I'll make you wish that you were never born!"

Roy, however, was expecting this reaction, putting up a struggle, despite the fact that he used the oldest trick in the book to get Marth pissed off with him, "Yeah! You heard me! Why don't you go have some tea with Zelda and Peach, Princess? Why don't you go wear a nice dress to the ball, Princess? I'm sure the will be many fair suitors for you Princess, Princess, PRINCESS!"

Marth had a very bad eidetic at that moment, "Yeah, well... You're the princess! You don't even have the manhood big enough to qualify for your hierarchy, Princess Roy..."

Roy had an "Oh no she didn't" look on his face as he retorted, "Oh yeah? You want to find out, Princess Marth? I got more than your prissy ass could handle! The chicks don't call it a sword for nothing!"

Marth smirked, "Maybe they should call it a toothpick because all you'll feel is a tiny poke and that's it."

Roy hissed, "Why you insolent little--"

"And what chicks might you possibly be talking about? The only chick you're been able to attract is Captain Falcon..." Marth added, giving him a challenging look.

"Shut the hell up, you little wussy prick!" Roy yelled, trying to punch Marth in the face.

The prince easily dodged the fist and pushed on, "And that dude in that metal suit, whatever the heck it is..."

Roy raised an eyebrow, "You mean Samus?"

"Yeah… that dude..."

The flame swordsman restrained himself from slapping his forehead, "Samus is a GIRL, Jerkass!"

Marth drew a dramatic gasp, "Say what?! I thought that kid in the green tights was a girl?!"

Roy rolled his eyes, "That's Link, and he's a dude."

Roy suddenly kicked Marth off, but the prince fell into the suitcase, knocking it over and spilling all of its contents out onto the floor. Roy sat up and was ready to walk out the room, but then his eyes lay upon the mess on the floor that was solely his once neatly packed things. Roy's eyes began to glow until they turned bright red and his hair became a raging inferno of flames.

Link suddenly popped into the room, "Hey guys, Master Hand--" but then he saw Roy in his "Pissed the Fuck Off" mode. The Hylian calmly turned around and went back out the door, "...I'll come back later and let Dr. Mario know to come up in ten minutes..."

There was bit of silence as soon as Link closed the door. Marth groaned lightly, looking around him and seeing Roy's belongings scattered around him. Upon seeing the fuming swordsman Marth sighed, beginning to pick up the items and put them back in the suitcase, muttering, "You're the one that kicked me into the suitcase."

Roy simmered down, seeing the prince actually picking up his stuff and placing them neatly in the baggage. He scowled a little, glaring as he knelt next to Marth and also helped to make the process faster, "Sh-Shut up."

They organized the suitcase neatly as it was originally. They stared at the suitcase then at each other, then Roy took that moment to speak, "I think this proves that we're both princesses with how much of obsessive compulsive disorder neat freaks we are."

"Agreed." Marth mumbled, but gave a small smile.

They looked at each other again, then Marth broke the eye contact, closing the now completely full suitcase and zipping it up for Roy. The redhead didn't stop him but asked, "Will we be able to see each other again?"

"As long as it doesn't interfere with the tournament, I'm sure Master Hand won't mind. Otherwise there will be a lot of unhappy Brawlers...like me."

"You're the majority?" Roy rose an eyebrow.

"Psh, yeah!" Marth gave a frank look, "I'm kind of a big deal you know."

"Whatever you say, your highness." Roy rolled his eyes putting his closed suitcase back on the bed.

Marth placed both hands on his hips, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "Was that out of respect or out of mockery?"

"Oh, I meant it with love." Roy casually replied, fully aware of what he'd just said.

"Well I-" Marth started, but then he realized what Roy had said, "What?"

Roy put on his playboy face and unleashed a dose of his cocky attitude, "Oh come on now, Princess, surely you're not that deaf..."

"Just repeat what you said, thank you very much…" Marth snapped, his hands now resting on his feminine hips.

Out of nowhere, the flame swordsman pounced onto the water prince, straddling him and pinning his wrists above his head. Marth glared at him, but Roy simply ignored the death stare, "What I said was, I said it out of love. L-O-V-E—"

"I'm perfectly capable of spelling and understanding a simple four-letter word, you nit-wit…" Marth snapped at the other.

Roy smirked, "Well, obviously you aren't since you had to ask me to repeat it…"

"I only asked simply out of clarification…"

Roy, placed a hand on his cheek and lowered himself to steal the prince's lips in a kiss. Their lips were only centimeters away when the door flew wide open, and both of their eyes shifted to the doorway.

A brown-haired angel with dove-white wings and a blue-haired swordsman with a huge gold sword were standing in the doorway, and the angel spoke first, "Hey, can anyone tell me where Dorm 24… is…?" The last word came out as a mere squeak as the two new unexpected visitors stared wide-eyed at Marth and Roy in their sexually suggestive position.

Roy frantically tried to explain the scene: He rose his hands up in defense, almost losing balance, so he had to use Marth as a leaning post, "It's not what it looks like!"

Whether or not the angel and the other swordsman heard him was unknown because the angel sported a slightly freaked out look on his face; his skin turned to a freakish white color as he passed out, falling into the arms of the swordsman who shook his head, "And he said he wasn't a girl..."

Roy simply blinked while Marth replied, "Way to go, idiot."

The red-head rolled his eyes, "Oh, shut up…"

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