Author's Note:

UPDATE: This chapter has been recently edited.

I do not own any of these characters. They are SSBM-SSBB characters and those two games belong to Nintendo. General Pairings Include: Marth/Link and Ike/Link

Warning: This story includes yaoi. There is a lemon as well at the last chapter so be advised.

enjoy~

'Introduced'

I walked silently aside from the leaves I crunched underfoot. A funny saying came to mind and I silently whispered it, 'A sad tone in the wind makes tears come to even the coldest of hearts.' I'd always been considered the cold one. My eyes wander restlessly over dark cobblestone walkways to a new land far off. Someplace new...someplace different. Or so, I hoped. I looked up, my head spinning and my eyes watering. It was so cold out here. Up ahead was yet another road. I sighed.

"Nothing yet I suppose..." I muttered solemnly. As I walked farther, another sound came to my ears. I frowned.

"Who's there!?" I shouted, my voice hoarse, my hand shaking, and my sword drawn to defend myself. A soft sound came from deep within the dark forests surrounding me. "Tell me." I growled through clenched teeth.

"Are you, one of the new guys?" asked a rather small, scared voice. I paused, hoping to find the origin of the voice.

"One of the new guys..." I wondered. Was I? I had forgotten my reason for being here. I heard footsteps again and looked up. A small pink ball creature, unlike any I'd ever seen, walked cautiously towards me. I blinked at the sight of him, but quickly regained my composure. I glared down at him, hoping to scare some answers out of him.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying my best not to let him see how unsure I was. He smiled genuinely and offered a small pink arm.

"I'm Kirby. I was sent here to find the newest addition to the team." said the small pink creature. I sighed and sheathed Falchion.

"Where are we?" I asked, ignoring his outstretched arm. He looked somewhat hurt but quickly recovered as he pulled away his arm and replaced his awkward smile with... yet another awkward smile.

"In the deep forests. We should be at the Manor now though, it's time for dinner." he said quietly, but his expression showed much enthusiasm. I frowned once more and without warning I turned on my heel to walk in the direction I thought most likely led to this so-called 'Manor'. The pink creature immediately struggling to catch up after my hasty leave.

We walked silently for some time. I was a little farther ahead, determined to find my new living quarters and get some much needed sleep. "Kirby" began humming a mildly irritating song while tapping his large feet every so often. I cringed at the sound but quickly bit my lip to keep from saying anything that would upset the damned thing. Instead, we walked onward, wanting to reach our destination.

I looked up and saw a large building come into view. It had big windows, large doors leading into air, and limitless roads to various entrances in the forest. I frowned and stopped, making my 'companion' run into my leg. I didn't take my eyes off the window at the very top. It had dark brown curtains and...a face!?

"Who's that up there?" I asked suddenly, not even realizing that I had asked. Kirby followed my gaze.

"Uh, oh! That's Link! He's one of the veteran smash guys...but he's been kinda depressed lately..." he said, his voice catching a sad tone. I felt my heart stop for a moment as I stared up at him. His blonde hair shined brightly despite the dark clouds covering most of the sky. And even from a distance I could tell his eyes were blue...the most beautiful shade I'd ever seen. I felt my cheeks grow hot and quickly looked away, realizing I was checking the blonde out. Link was it? What an odd name...

"So, we're to go inside and do what?" I asked, trying to sound uncaring. Kirby smiled and I cringed at the sight of it.

"You're supposed to go find your room and then come down for dinner." he said, walking past me. He entered the Manor and I blinked, then frowned.

"I already hate this place..." I said aloud, trying to be loud enough for Kirby to hear. I grumbled to myself and stomped inside.

The Mansion was large and foyer, or entrance, of the place was massive in itself. It had dark burgundy colored carpets the covered most of the grey, tiled floor. On the ceiling was a glass chandelier. To the left of me was a pair of double doors made completely of solid oak and I traced my fingers along the details, admiring the obvious talent the artist who had made it had. There were small vines and flowers with large, fringed leaves attached to them. In the middle was a plaque that read, 'Dining Hall'.

To my right was another room but this time it had an open archway also made of oak that seemed to lead into a sort of living room. It had a brilliant fireplace that warmed the surrounding area generously. It took away all of my previous cold feeling quite quickly.

But the most astonishing thing was a staircase the seemed to rise far into the top of the mansion. It was beautiful and grand to see. The sight of it almost automatically reminding me of home.

And that's when I saw him.

I looked up quickly to catch those radiant blue eyes I'd seen outside. He was frozen in place almost at the foot of a large staircase. He was tan and wasn't short or tall for that matter. He had an average height. What disturbed me most was how ghostlike he was. Like a haunting from a nightmare. I began to feel sick.

I immediately put on a frown and walked hastily toward the stairs, shoving him roughly with my shoulder as I went up. I glanced back down at him and saw that he hadn't moved.

"What a freak..." I mumbled, trying to remain stern and keep my true feelings at bay. Yet still, I braced myself the challenges that I was sure lay ahead of me. These…freaks will be around as well as that beautiful…no, wait, why am I thinking this? That boy I saw is nothing! How can I, Prince Marth of Altea be consumed with love and…

I sighed. My heart felt warm in my chest but my mind filled me with thoughts of rage. The feelings of love I had once experienced previous with my deceased wife had left me with an uncanny feeling of disgust at anything and anyone I even remotely began to fall for. I walked steadily up to the room I was to stay in and put down my things. I whispered to myself making a song up into my head. It was something I had done since I was young and it always took my mind off of things.

Water leaks into the sand

Open hearts to open land

Heal my wounds and bring back love

Picking at rose petals in my single glove

Singing was my empowerment

Now it's as terrible as my temperament

Today comes full of lies

Long and tragic until the sunlight dies

Heal my wounds, bring me faith

But all I am is a silent wraith

Now I hold myself to be true

Something told me you knew…

Within minutes I was lost in thought. I was done in my unpacking and now I lay spaced out on my bed. I jumped up when I heard footsteps. Ready to defend my new room, I grabbed my sword. But instead of a random person, it was that odd boy I had the slightest feeling for…

He walked in and instantly I felt like I had been hit with a blast of sadness and depression. I wanted I cry and I frowned as he stared with almost dead eyes. A black hole of nothingness was all I could see. He looked down and walked toward his bed. Then, he lay down and pulled the blanket over himself. I grabbed my sword and took off straight out of that room. I could no longer bare the sadness I felt and I was too overwhelmed to even think about him. When I reached a bathroom down the hallway, I threw up.

Marth wiped his mouth with a cloth and gasped. He shook and sank to the floor. The boy's sadness had been so overwhelming that it had actually drifted to Marth. And Marth's body could not handle it…

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see a boy with spiky red hair and deep blue eyes just like Marth.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Marth frowned and looked away.

"Yes, I'm fine. Leave me." said Marth in a murderous tone. The redhead chuckled slightly, making Marth cringe.

"I hear people say things like that a lot to me. It's okay, I understand that you're one of those types of people. And don't even deny it!" said the boy. Marth narrowed his eyes.

"What is your name?" he asked. The boy chuckled again. The sound was light hearted but it made Marth feel nauseated due to the sadness he was trying to overcome.

"My name's Roy. And I know you, you're Prince Marth of Altea come to fight for Master Hand. You were betrayed by your people and the blood of a hero runs through your veins…I'm sorry. I got carried away." said Roy almost apologetically. Marth found himself surprisingly unperturbed.

"No it's fine. Don't worry about it." said Marth, suddenly distracted by something. A sound that seemed to come from within. Then, for the slightest moment, he saw lights flashing around him. On the wall he saw three triangles arranged in an odd way. He heard the word echo through him. Triforce. " I gotta go…" he said.

Truthfully he had nothing to do. But something inside him urged him to get up and see what was wrong. To understand something that was not known to him. His heart skipped a beat.

He walked down the hallway back toward the other room. The other boy wasn't in his bed anymore. Marth heard a voice and gasped, turning around to meet eyes with the boy.

"You. Why you?" came his cold voice. It was like ice. Marth suddenly had the urge to just grab him and hold him for a moment. He felt the anger and sadness literally pouring from the boy's soul. Marth blinked.

"What do you mea-"

"I know what you saw. What you're feeling. But why? No one has ever done this without dying. Why did you survive?"

Marth frowned. What was this boy talking about? What the hell was wrong with him?

I don't understand. What happened today? And who was that? Wh-why did I react like that? thought Link. The thoughts raced through his mind and he sighed. It was all so confusing to him. One second he had been staring down at the courtyard of the mansion, the next he was locked in a staring match with some stranger. He assumed it was the Triforce's doing, just replaying old memories in his head and making him act them out. But why now? He looked up just in time to see Fox McCloud walking toward him. He faked a smile and looked down quickly.

"So, did you meet the new guy?" asked the animal. Link sighed.

"Yes, we've met briefly." he said solemnly. Fox scratched his head.

"Don't you two have the same room?" he asked.

"Yes we do."

"Link?"

"Yes?"

"Please stop shortening the conversation." said Fox. Link looked over at him and then away again.

"I'm not interested in conversation Fox. Please forgive me." he said. He got up and disappeared into a hallway. Fox sighed. He saw Roy and immediately walked up to him.

"Did you meet the Prince yet?" he asked. Roy nodded.

"He's an ass but he'll get off his high horse soon enough." he said smiling. Little did Fox know, Roy had already hatched a devious plan. He paused only to take off towards Link. He draped an arm over Link's shoulders happily.

"Sooo…what's up? Wanna hear about my day?"

"Not now Roy."

"Oh…c'mon!" said Roy as he pouted his lips. Link shook his head.

"Alright Roy." he said sighing. He turned his aquamarine eyes to his flame haired companion. "Enlighten me."

Roy grinned widely and began full-speed about his day. "Ugh where do I begin? For starters what is for dinner? I swear if they have another pot roast I'm gonna die!"

"But I thought warriors couldn't be picky on the front lines of battle." Fox chirped as he joined in the conversation. Roy waved his hand in dismissal.

"Pfft, you sound like Eliwood." said Roy. Link sat across from Roy and sank into his seat.

"Continue." he said. Roy slyly stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth the way an evil, plotting child would.

"I met this fabulous young man today Link." Link immediately rolled his eyes and began to leave, much to Roy's dismay. But he was expecting this and reached out to grab the Hylian's arm. "Now don't be like that blondie. Don't you want to know anything about him?"

Link turned with a look of, 'no-I-really-couldn't-care-less-but-I-guess-I-have-to-listen-anyway', plastered to his tan, handsome face.

"His name is Prince Marth Lowell. Yah, one of those 'high-and-mighty' types of guys." He said.

"Link shares a room with him." Fox commented. Roy grinned.

"Oh, however will Link handle himself alone in a room with a handsome prince for a roommate?" Roy raised his eyebrows and Link scoffed, ripping his arm away from the redhead who immediately latched back onto it. "I'm kidding okay?" then he stopped speaking.

Roy's eyes gleamed and he leaned forward for effect. Fox glanced at Link in alarm.

"I just got a fabulous idea. Fox you in?" said Roy. He knew better than to expect Link to partake in anything even slightly mischievous. He was too much of a 'do-gooder' for Roy's childishness. Fox shrugged.

"Eh, whadda'ya got in mind?" said Fox, resting in a seat on the couch next to Link.

"Okay. First off, a big event is coming in a couple of weeks. What do the others call it?" said Roy. Link blinked slowly, his chin resting in the palm of his hand.

"Christmas."

"Right, that one. Well, I was thinking about the usual traditions people take on during this 'holiday'" said Roy. "Apparently there's this gift giving thing they do and sometimes…you make a trick gift."

"A…trick gift?" said Fox, puzzled. Roy nodded.

"Basically you give someone a gift and they open it only to see something either scary or very invaluable. Or something they don't like. I propose we see how many people we can truly piss off." said Roy. Fox shook his head, chuckling a bit.

"You got a death wish?" he said. "From my understandin', and please don't interrupt, is that it's rather difficult to scare someone who doesn't have a natural fear of things. Think of say…Bowser. Damn thing's got no sense of fear! I'd rather be tarred and feathered than submitted to Bowser's wrath when he opens up one of these trick gifts of yours that you consider 'scary'."

"Ah but what if it wasn't. Like I said, it doesn't have to be scary at all. Give him a rubber ducky and see what he does. My whole point is to be amused. I don't care if everyone else is disgusted or annoyed…just as long as I get a laugh out of it!" said Roy. That's when Falco sauntered up.

"Hey, know what else the Christmas tradition calls for?" Roy shook his head.

"Sorry, haven't been officially coached on the habits of the natives." Falco lifted his wings up.

"Getting drunk! Don't wanna remember the night? Take some of that 'pure eggnog' and get drunk. Oh, and lemme tell ya a better idea than 'gift-giving'. Less time to waste too." Falco sat down next to Roy who was mildly amused at the moment. Fox was also eager to learn but Link simply watched it all unfold.

"Tell us oh-a wondrous one!" said Luigi. Falco propped his legs up on the table.

"It's simple really. Just 'accidentally' get the others drunk." Falco had a smug look on his face. Fox looked less than sold.

"And just how would ya manage that?" Falco chuckled.

"Give 'em the wrong drink a' course!" said Falco. "Offer them a drink that happens to be of the alcoholic kind and there ya have it! Amusement for hours to come!" said Falco, laughing. Roy grinned mischievously.

"Yes. If it is amusement I seek…amusement I shall get. Thanks for your input Falco. Care to join my ranks?" said Roy. Falco shrugged.

"Sure kid. I'd like to witness these fruits of your labor." and so Falco gladly joined. Peach entered the conversation less enthusiastic.

"There's no way that'd work!" she said. Falco shook his head.

"Course it will! Like I said, all you have to do is offer them a drink. Pass it off as regular eggnog anyway." he turned to Roy. "Did ya know the pure stuff actually makes ya drunk? It's brilliance."

"Let's do it." said Roy. Link pulled himself up.

"I'm going to bed. May I see you tomorrow." and Link headed towards the door.

"Bye Link!" said the group before they bowed their heads in conversation and planning the dooms of others.

Marth sat silently on the bed facing the window. He heard the floor creak and saw Link standing at the doorway. Marth quietly turned away. Link calmly walked to the bathroom and changed, then came to his bed and laid down in it. Marth did the same and neither spoke the rest of the night.

Author's Note:

I lengthened it as much as I could considering the circumstances and managed to delete just one scene. But like I originally promised, I will keep all of the main story and only delete tiny mistakes and useless parts of the chapter. Especially for those of you who haven't read it period. Lastly, I made various vague parts of the story make much more sense. Hopefully that helps you guys out.

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