Began Typing: 9:21 PM 8/07/2008

Posted: 6:19 PM 8/09/2008

Return of the Sixth and the Seventh: Chapter Eleven (The Aftermath)

Marth yawned lazily before he even opened his eyes, still feeling tired, but a strange thumping noise could be heard somewhere within the manor, most likely on the other side of the door. With a tired grumble, he attempted to sit up, only to find something restricting him by his waist. Marth sighed, letting his eyes drift open. Ike's still gloved arm was wrapped around his upper body, the front of his torso pressed to Marth's back. Somehow, Marth realized with a blush, he and Ike's legs had tangled during the night, his mainly the ones enclosed between Ike's large (and rather hairy) ones. Marth attempted to nudge...push...SHOVE Ike's arm off, failing all three times. All the while, the mysterious thumping outside continued to grow louder and louder, Marth frowning. He had a few options at this point. Wake Ike up and make the thumpy noise stop...or let Ike sleep and lie in irritation as the thumpy-thump continued. Okay, choice made. "Ike, wake up!" Marth hissed, turning and facing Ike in his arms.

Ike sighed and burried his face in Marth's crown, the prince blushing fiercely. He could feel the mercenary's hips pressing into his back and it was all he could do not to slap him. 'He better be asleep!' Marth pushed Ike a little more, trying to get him to at least open his eyes. "Ike! IKE!! HEY!!"

"You know...that kinda ruins the mood..." Ike grumbled, eyes still shut like he might fool him into thinking he was still sleeping if they didn't open.

Marth glared at the obviously awake male next to him. "If you knew I was trying to wake you up, why didn't you move!?"

Ike propped himself up on one elbow, smiling mischievously, his other hand (still around Marth's waist) making small circles on the prince's chest. "I thought I might be able to keep you in bed longer."

Marth, with one amazing feat of strength, pushed Ike out of the bed, the mercenary letting out a slight scream as he fell onto the floor. He just lie there for a few moments until Marth's head peeked over, probably to check that he hadn't hurt him too much. "Oh, now you care." Ike teased, lying there with his arms spread out across the floor comfortably.

Marth shook his head. "I'm sorry, but you wouldn't quit and you were being a complete and utter perv."

Ike shrugged, hiking up to his feet and dusting his pants off. "You know me...pervy old Ike..."

Ike stared at Marth, the boy hanging out of the covers of the bed, the thin sheets covering only the important parts that didn't appear to be covered by anything else. Ike grinned. "What're you wearing?"

Marth blushed. "Th-that's none of your business."

A large crash somewhere downstairs caused both blue-haired men to look to the door, each with a frown on their faces. Ike shook his head. "I guess we're the last ones awake then..." However, to his great surprise, when he turned around, Marth was completely dressed and passing by him on his way to the door. "Hey! How did you...?"

Marth blinked, Ike looking at him confused. The mercenary's eyes turned to the bed. Fully made. "How did I what?" Marth asked. "Quit fooling around, Ike. I'm going to figure out what all the noise was. You can come if you want."

Marth opened the door, blinking as an angel about two heads smaller than him was spotted outside the door with his fist up, as though if he were given six more seconds he would be knocking obnoxiously. His brunette face pulled into a stupid grin as he realized he was staring into the confused face of one of the room's residents. "Oh, hi!" Pit exclaimed, putting his fist down and leaning back and forth like a two-year old. "I was just coming to ask Ike for some help!"

Marth crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. "What do you need Ike's help for?"

Pit's eyes widened in fear. He obviously had nothing to say. "Uh...um...well...I think I need help...uhm...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...humping my...toaster?"

Marth stared at Pit like he had grown about three or four new heads. "Let me get this straight...you need help...HUMPING...your toaster?"

"Yeah...I do. I really do."

Ike walked over to the door, Marth stepping aside to let Ike deal with the problem. Pit wanted HIM after all. "What's this about again?" Ike asked curiously.

"I need your help...humping my...toaster." Pit stated questionably.

Silence covered the room, Ike staring at Pit for a moment. He shrugged. "Alright, show me where it is."

Marth's eyes widened as the two left the room, peeking around the doorway as they walked off down the hall. Pit looked amazed at Ike's acceptance of such a strange and bogus statement, running off down the hall after him with a big silly smile on his face. Marth couldn't help but wonder why Ike had fallen for that, but shut the door to his room before sprinting off down the hall after Ike and Pit. This should be interesting to watch..."Hey, Ike, Pit, wait for me!"

Ike halted and Marth ran up next to him, continuing his walk from there. Pit lead the two up to the kitchen door, grinning at them. "It's in there. I really need your help...humping...it..." No amount of therapy could ever make this moment right. "Ike, you go in first."

Marth put an arm out infront of Ike before he walked into the room, accidentally knocking the mercenary breathless as he walked right into it. "Why does Ike have to go in first?" He asked.

Pit fell silent again, his improv probably nowhere near as clean and connected as he thought it was. "Because... there's a...a...hairy laughing elf throwing televisions at anyone who comes near it and I need Ike to beat him up so I can...have...my...way with the...toaster?"

Marth was beginning to think someone very, VERY drunk was feeding Pit his lines. None of this could possibly be true. Ike however, shrugged and pulled the door open without a second thought, stepping into the darkened room. Ike grinned over his shoulder. "Sorry, Pit." He apologized. "I think your hairy laughing elf, who I suspect is Link, is already taking your toaster-friend to a candle-lit dinner date." He proceeded to switch the lights on.

"SURPRISE!!"

Ike screamed, falling backward onto his ass as a large pack of smashers popped up around the room. Link sat on the island counter with a lamp shade over his head, laughing like the drunk man he probably was. Marth walked over to Ike and held out his hand, pulling the mercenary up to his feet. Ike blinked. "What's this about?" He questioned, staying where he was for fear that Link would come over and slap him on the back or something even more dangerous and possibly painful for HIS health.

"Isha party!" Link cried, swaying from one side of the counter to the other. "Fo' you!"

Ike blinked, watching as Link reached out and swatted the air, Ike assuming that if he were any closer he would be being pat on the shoulder. Luckily, he stood a good two to six feet away from the drunk elf and merely watched in amusement as he toppled onto the floor, his hand still clutching spastically at Ike's tunic. "Is anyone going to help him?" Marth asked to the other smashers around the room.

Fox, who happened to be nearby, shook his head 'no'. "He's been doing that to everyone who's come in the room so far."

Ike shuffled around Link, who almost caught his boot, and stood next to Falco by the table stacked with piles of food, leaning back against it. "A party?" He asked, grabbing a handfull of popcorn from a bucket with Jigglypuff's name on it. "For what?"

"Shouldn't you ask what the party's for BEFORE inviting yourself to the food?" Marth interrogated.

Ike shrugged, his mouth now full of popcorn. "Pwobabwy." He took a moment of silence to swallow. "Really, what's this for, Fox?"

"Were you not with your body the other day?" Fox teased. "You won the tournament! We all figured we'd pull together and give you a congratulations party in the kitchen, hense where we are now. We figured this way, you could have as much food as you wanted and we wouldn't have to make trips."

"Aw!" Ike's mouth was all but dripping with sarcasm. "How sweet. Why didn't you just bring me breakfast in bed so I wouldn't have to move from there all day, either?"

"I told you we should've done that instead!" Pit yelled from across the room.

Ike shook his head. He proceeded to make his way over to Marth's side, the prince squatting by Link and trying to get the drunk to let go of his cape. Unfortunately, Link had an insane grip when he was sober, only clinging harder when he was completely and utterly drunk. Ike had a feeling Link had already failed the sobriety test four times, the line being a row of marshmallows that Pit was reaching for, probably planning on eating them. "Hold me, mommy!" Link cried, nuzzling his face into Marth's leg.

"I'm not your mother!" Marth argued, pulling on his cape slightly. "Now let go!"

Ike grabbed Link by his legs, beginning to pull him back to the counter. "Come on, Link, let's sit down on the counter again..."

"NO!" Link yelled, clutching roughly onto Marth and pulling the prince off his feet and onto the floor with him. "You just wanna take me away from Mommy!"

"Link, i'm not your mom!" Marth yelled once more, trying to pull himself away across the floor.

Ike finally pried Link's hands free from Marth's cape and picked Link up under his arms, setting him up on the counter again, laughing as he toppled over like he was in a bad game of dominoes. "There we go, good as new!"

Link smiled widely at Ike. "...Daddy?"

"Uh...no."

Link's eyes turned to Marth again. "Mommy?"

Marth walked over holding a finger up, which Link stared at intently. However, when he moved it to the side, Link continued to stare dazed into space. Marth shook his head. "No, Link. We're not your parents. Plus, if I had a kid, he wouldn't be as stupid as you."

Ike had run off for about...five seconds...returning with a bucket full of what was likely to be cold water, ice-cubes still visible. "Time to sober up, Link." He stated, pouring it over Link's lamp-shade hat.

Link screamed as the freezing water drenched him, shivering while glaring at Ike. "Wh-what was that for!?"

"That's our Link! Welcome back!" Ike teased.

The elf continued to glare at Ike, pouting slightly. "Is this the thanks I get for arranging this? Freezing water over the head!?"

"You were drunk." Ike shrugged it off, turning to Marth. "So, what're you going to do now that the tournament's over?"

Marth simply shrugged. "I'm not really sure. I never really thought it would end."

Ike smirked. "Well...it did."

"I've noticed that. So, what're you going to do?"

The mercenary shrugged, similarly to how Marth did. "Well...I never thought about it either. I was going to use your idea as a spring board, but..."

Ike jumped around six or seven feet as the fox that had located himself off in the corner of the room by Falco slammed his hand onto his back with a big smile. "Hey, Ike. What was that you and Marth were doing yesterday during the battle?" Marth's back became as stiff as a board, gulping in fear as he cast a side-ways glance to Ike, who was equally as rigid.

Link's eyes widened. "Ooooooooooooooooooo, Fox! Do you mean when Marth got hurt and needed CPR?"

Silence befell the group and all heads turned to Link. Marth, however, seemed relieved. "Be stupider, Link. No, I mean when they-!"

Ike interrupted. "Yeah. Speaking of which, Marth, how's your punctured lung? Dr.Mario said is was pretty bad and that you were lucky to even be alive after such a blow." Fox looked incredibly confused.

Marth acted like his stomach didn't feel all that great. "Fine. The doctor said it would take some intensive therapy to fix all that damage, but who knows. In six years, I might be able to run again."

Fox's eye twitched. "I...i'm sorry for making fun of you then..." And with that he stalked off with his head hung in defeat.

Marth smiled at Ike. Okay, so Ike wasn't so great at threats, but Marth wasn't sure he had ever met a better liar. Both had to refrain from giggling as Fox moped away, making brief eye-contact before looking back to Link. "So, how's Zelda doing?" Marth asked curiously.

"Zelda and I are gonna get engaged!" Link interrupted.

"So soon?" Marth asked, facing the slightly sober elf. "You guys only started dating a few months ago!"

"Yeah, I know. But i've known her since I was a kid and we were always interested in each other and...I'm planing on proposing soon."

Marth's face softened. "Oh, so you HAVEN'T proposed yet. You're just going to soon."

"Yup!"

"So, what's your plan?" Marth sat down on the counter by him, Ike plopping down on the opposite side.

"Well," Link began like this was some grand scheme he was going to reveal to them, "first, i'm going to buy a whole bunch of helium balloons and tie a note on one and a ring on another, then take her to the park and give her the balloon with the note that asks her to find the red balloon, with the ring!"

Ike nodded, smiling. "That sounds like a great idea! I mean, it'll be perfect for-!"

"That's horrible!" Marth interrupted.

"Yeah!" Ike burst out. "Horrible! What were you thinking, Link!? What are you, retarded?"

Link blinked. "Well...I thought it was a good idea..."

Marth shook his head. "Trust me, Link. She won't like it. Here, let me help you out here..."

Ike stepped aside, joining Fox and Falco across the room in a watermelon seed spitting battle, hiding behind anything he could find. Everything was fair game, including people and other pieces of furniture. Marth and Link had to throw themselves onto the floor to avoid several of the seeds. After a while, the party wound down and Ike and Marth found themselves sitting on the counter Link had been on quietly, the rest of the smashers having left around ten minutes ago. Link was the last to leave, thanking Marth for his advice the whole way out the door. Only then, when they sat completely alone, did Ike attempt to place his hand over Marth's. The prince smiled at him, glancing over out of the corner of his eyes, letting him keep his hand where it was. After a few moments of more silence, Marth leaned onto Ike's chest, his head pressed gently under his chin. "Where are you going to go after the tournament, Marth?" Ike whispered. "'Cause i'll go with you..."

Marth looked up at him. "No, you won't. You can't come with me...then it would be obvious."

Ike frowned. "Then...how am I going to see you again?"

Marth looked down, leaning back against him. "I...I don't know. I'll write you a letter every once and a while. Plus, i'm sure the tourney won't let us forget they exist anyways. I'm sure we'll be able to contact each other still. Just be patient."

Ike nodded. "Alright..."

"Look, Ike...let's just enjoy the time we have left here, alright?"

Ike smiled, leaning over and pressing his lips to Marth's roughly, the prince groaning under the pressure. The mercenary wrapped his arms around the prince, lying back onto the counter, Marth falling with him. The prince's hands were stuck between their chests, their bodies pressed together tight. After several moments of a game of rough tonsil-hockey, Marth and Ike pulled away from each other. Ike grinned stupidly. "You know i'm not going to leave you alone now, right?"

Marth gave Ike a half-hearted glare. "Well, if you hold on for a moment I have something for you." Ike smiled, waiting patiently as Marth's hand slipped behind his back. "Close your eyes..."

Ike shut his eyes and- "OW!"

Marth laughed, jumping off the counter and running to the door with a big smile. Ike rubbed his cheek, glaring at the prince. "You slapped me...AGAIN! And for no reason!!"

Marth smirked. "Think of it as my way of saying 'I love you'."

Ike sprung up to his feet, sprinting towards Marth, who ran off down the hall. "Hey, wait up! I have to tell you how I say it in Crimea!" Ike yelled.

"No! I don't wanna know!"

Ike chased Marth off down the hall of Smash Manor, shoving anyone in his way out of it and disappearing down the corner of the hall on the way to the dining room. Link shot a glare after the two after they tossed him into a platter of wine that Mario was carrying for some reason. "Hey! Slow down in the halls! Cheese...it's my job to break the rules of the manor..."

Completed: 8:22 PM 8/08/2008

Okay, so it's not the best ending i've ever written. Give me a break. I can't believe it's Friday! Huzzah! My feet really hurt and I finally get two days of rest! I'll probably be typing all the time too...so it's not much of a rest. I need to start writing again, too. This is pretty much all i've been writing lately, too...oh well. Hope you liked it! I tried to extend the ending a bit this time to make up for the abrupt cut-off of the last story's but uh...it had to end sometime. Anywho, I don't know what it will be called yet, but there is a story that either I or one of my friends might write for me with more mature themes. It TECHNICALLY would qualify as Part 3, but my aim is for it to stand on its own, too. Well, hope you enjoyed it!

Disclaimer: Okay, this is getting silly. Every chapter I disown this stuff and by now it should be pretty obvious I don't own much of anything I write about. :P