Welcome to 'Rebirth by Sleep'. This is one of the projects inspired by Shining Zephyr, and her dazzling 'Sunset Horizons'. My heart writes this, hoping it'll provide her with wings for her own projects. I thank you for jumping into this adventure, and I hope you enjoy it! I vowed to never return to this category, but my dear friend caused two projects to take flight. So sit back and absorb a tale of unparalleled love!

Disclaimer: The ingredients of Super Smash Bros. Brawl don't belong to me! How many times must I write these stupid thingies?

Warning: This project contains boy/boy love. It also contains Old Snake in a vulnerable state. If either element brings you the slightest discomfort, please discontinue use of this product. XD

Inspired by the Kingdom Hearts tale of the same name. Also inspired by 'Lamented Delusions'. Elements of that gruesome, poignant fic were borrowed. All credit goes to that amazing author!

The speed of light was put to shame by his heartbeat. Sweat dashed from his body, pursued by demons that could not be seen. His eyes focused on the chosen path, coursing through the swarm of malicious black beasts. A legendary blade struck spawns of dark fire, while a heart shrieked under the ooze of anxiety. Beasts launched out from every possible direction, beady eyes hungry for blood. "Out of my way, you horrid things," he demanded, voice raised above the fierce melee. Hell had spread all around him, sending its minions out for blood. He was determined to not only shield his flesh, but the flesh of others-one other heart in particular.

Fear and wrath were one, reverberating as a solid unit. Reality and surrealism were one, dancing in front of his valorous eyes. The Falchion chopped down beasts that were readily replaced. "Marth," a youngish voice cried out, reaching him from across the room. It belonged to one of Pokemon arenas, firm and resolute. Meanwhile, Pikachu and Machamp pummeled their opponents into submission. Many beasts replaced their fallen comrades, but the two Pokemon trudged on.

"We've got to hurry! If we stand around here too long, the gate will close!"

The prince of Altea winced, pushing back enemies of the night. Sion was unfortunately right. The Gate to Memoria would close if their delay was too long. If the gate closed, no stalwart heart would be able to reach a hostage of the night. It was painful to contemplate, but the possibility demanded attention. "We'll hold them at bay," the Pokemon Trainer declared, back against Pit's. The captain of Lady Palutena's guard, wielding a pair of angelic blades, stared down his enemies with unwavering courage-despite the wounds plaguing his body. Pit was the one to speak next, voice high above the melee-and radiant with the sun's fire.

"He's waiting for you! You've got to get to him, my lord! Hurry!"

In times of dense chaos, mortals couldn't submerge themselves in the power of contemplation. Marth Lowell was trapped in such times, faced with the possibility of losing two friends-and faced with the possibility of losing an adored gem. Beasts flooded the battleground from all directions, releasing high pitched cries onto the vast world. Creatures shrieked, Pikachu released earth-shattering thunderbolts, the ground was immersed in Charizard's flame, Pit lunged out at elated black beasts, feathers scattered-

And a heart throbbed, thinking of a beloved face.

Cries became slurred, disorienting melodies. The night's spawn lunged forth, Pit released frustration in the form of cries-Marth increased his grip on Falchion, struggling to choose his next option-

Bloody hell! I cannot leave them here! I would never forgive myself if these beasts ripped them apart!

Pikachu noticed Marth's hesitation and issued an angry 'pika pikaaa'. "Get going, prince," Palutena's captain ordered, blades driven deep into demons. "Our angel needs you! Unless you want to lose that precious light, get moving!"

Wildfire seized the prince's heart, pushing him forward. Placing a lid on elevating fear, he intensified his grip on Falchion and took off. Although the battlefield was ominous, the sovereign's faith in his fellowship would forever remain strong. Fear edged into his eyes, but fire remained dominant. He coursed through the dense clouds of night, keeping his eyes glued to Memoria's fortress. Thoughts of a beloved flower penetrated his tearful heart, overwhelming a soul that ached with fierce loneliness. He was surrounded by the love of friends, but yearned for passion much greater than friendship. He yearned for the magic only love could bring, ravenous at the mere thought of a flower's face.

A beauteous entity of light had been stolen, whisked away by two sovereigns of darkness-Ganondorf and Liquid Ocelot. He didn't know the details behind their collaboration, but something else was painfully clear. The diamond of immeasurable beauty was seized on a balmy night, torn out of a walk under the stars. Marth shared that walk with him, and was unfortunate enough to witness the diamond's capture. His inability to protect his treasure led to overwhelming guilt, and equally poignant shame. Luckily, Fox McCloud and Queen Zelda pulled him out of an unfathomable funk. With their love, he found the strength to rise. He found the strength to pursue his beloved rose, and wouldn't back underneath any challenge. Ganondorf and Liquid weren't his only opponents, though. Pit and Sion weren't the only ones supporting a figure of leadership.

Have no fear, beloved heart. I'm coming for you. I shan't let any of them have you.

Breathing was an excruciating task, for several reasons. His body was a pulsating mass of pain, engulfed by fire no mortal should have experienced. He could only tremble as the spirit of love was put to shame, trampled by those without warmth. He could do nothing as hands gripped every one of his limbs, pretending to love but only emitting venom. Laughter, shrill and rapturous, stabbed him as poison infiltrated his body.

"Look at him! He's absolutely pathetic, shivering like a pup without a prayer! Worthless piece of shit! How can you even touch such a thing?"

Kissing, suckling and drinking, Ganondorf didn't give a response until penetration took place. Pain split through his victim's body as a result, but he silenced tearful cries underneath trembling lips. The King of Evil's eyes purred, silently begging him to open his mouth. They were soft, seductive eyes, playing with him as hands toyed with his body. "He amuses me," the tyrant grunted, driving himself deep within the other's body. "I've been waiting for something like him. He may be worthless to the world he once lived in, but he's perfect for me. Filthy, unwanted and devastated."

Kisses rained upon a trembling, tearful bundle. Eyes lapped up fear, loving and tender. "You're adorable," he whispered, voice sweeter than sugar. Meanwhile, another denizen of darkness resumed laughter. "Kiss me," the sovereign of Evil said, stroking his pet's chest. He remained inside of the other's body, relishing the grunts of pain.

"Kiss me, Snake. Let me know how much you want me."

Refusal came instantly. The old trinket spat at his captor, receiving a broad smile in return. "You're just adorable," the tyrant declared happily, grunting as he drove himself deeper into the other's body. Cries broke out as a result, loud and eternal.

"That's it. That's the way. Give me more, my darling! Give me moreee!"

Pain rippled through the old Smasher, tearing through every inch of his insides. A boulder throbbed inside of him, releasing the milk of sheer elation. Gripping his victim's backside, the sovereign of Hellfire released purrs of euphoria.

"You're too cute for words! Oh, words can't measure how much I adore you!"

The immortal enemy of Hyrule knew nothing of love. Liquid knew just as much as Ganondorf did, laughing as the King showered his prey in squeezes and kisses. The captive soon found his head pulled back, and his mouth was soon forced open. Both actions were performed by a giddy Liquid. "This is going to be priceless," the Ocelot said merrily, causing his only sibling to freeze. Adopting a ghastly sheen, he acknowledged what was about to happen. The painful departure of Ganondorf's erection made it all too apparent.

Fear battered an old soldier, swallowing him whole. The insides of his mouth were soon greeted by a moist, engorged mountain. Malicious, childlike laughter drove into his ears as the rock was pressed deep into his mouth, emitting rivers of bitter buttermilk. He could do nothing but drink the foul-tasting liquid, no different from a caged animal being forced to inhale filth. Tears sprang from mournful cerulean gems, asking for comfort that could not be found. "Aren't you thirsty?" the sovereign asked, voice still rich with buttery warmth. "Go ahead. Drink."

That was far from a pleasant invitation. It was more along the lines of a threat. Ganondorf might have been able to charm birds out of trees, but inner intentions were in stark betrayal of sweetness. Disobeying his orders meant death-a conclusion he could not avoid. If the King was dissatisfied with his actions, he'd return him to his friends-after trapping him inside of an inferno. The King did have the power to compose fire, and compose it he would.

Left with no other option, the night's hostage drank. Tears coursing from his sorrowful eyes, he drank. He drank as a child would drink from a mother's bosom. He drank as laughter continued to stab him, and gentle hands petted the top of his head. He drank as another substance surged into his mouth, far worse than the King's milk. Gagging on it, he withdrew his mouth from the engorged mountain-and was instantly horrified. "That was rich," Liquid shrieked, slapping himself on the knees. "That was absolutely beautiful! You're brilliant!"

"That didn't come out of brilliance," the tyrant said calmly, wearing an infinite smile. "I simply needed to relieve myself. It was the perfect place to do it in."

No word in any language could capture Snake's pain. As far as he was concerned, he was no longer human. He was simply a doll: a bleeding and screaming ball of loneliness, silence and grief.

"Heavens hear me! Release the flames within, cry out my name! Din's Fire!"

Divine blades of crimson lashed against black entities. Shrieks pierced the black heavens as beasts fell, dragged into oblivion by vehement fire. "Are you all right, Ike?!" the Hero of Time cried above the battle's ferocity, Master Sword glowing with wildfire. Ike's Scyther pierced screaming demons, holding fiery eyes as their last image.

"Worry not over me! Concentrate on the creatures around you!"

Shiek bounded elegantly over Link's head, wrapping her translucent rope around an unholy flock. Giving it a sharp tug, she caused the entire group to explode. "There seems to be no end to these wretches," the maiden cried angrily, delivering brutal kicks to surrounding enemies. "Not only do we have to contend with them, but we've got Marth and his band to deal with!"

"I know what you mean," Ike grunted, showering slices of death onto his opponents. "We're worrying about them, and there's a possibility Marth may win this little competition!"

That was right. Marth and Link were intertwined in a race against time, fighting for the same heart. Their clash found its start inside of the Smash Manor, initiated by small tugs and elevating into a fierce rivalry. In the safety of the Manor, sovereign and hero spent their waking moments fighting for a precious flower. Friends marveled at their devotion towards the reclusive, painfully shy Snake, who believed himself to be a fish out of water-and was only able to communicate easily around his two knights. All other Smashers, Bowser and Wario included, showered Snake in affection-but all were unable to pry him out of his shell. Not even the motherly Zelda, who loved him as mother would dote over children, could open his fearful heart. His shyness didn't divert their affection, though, and love elevated once Ganondorf whisked him away.

Time coursed by them in flashes. Before any of them had a chance to react, Ganondorf initiated a collaboration with Liquid Ocelot, Snake's demented sibling. Their beloved flower was carted off to parts previously unknown, but were now known as the Ends of Hell. Two bands of hopeful Smashers dashed after a stolen song, dreaming of future memories. Both bands teetered on the edge of oblivion, fighting off floods while seeking a beloved face.

"Greeeeeat Aetheeeer!"

"Heaven's protection, shield all hearts from darkness! Nayru's Love!"

Love pulsating, heart throbbing, Link cut through oceans of hateful entities. Sadness resounded throughout an aching heart, its chambers remembering the sight of cerulean eyes. Remembering the flight of a first smile. Remembering the joy that emerged underneath a sunny, jubilant sky. Remembering the warm, raspy laughter that met gentle compliments.

Ganondorf, I swear…if you've tainted him, I'll tear you apart. I swear this, on my sword, my breath…my life.

A flight of stairs knew no end. A prince was in the process of conquering them, heart screaming. The gate to Hell's chambers was closing-

A queen fell to her knees, run through by vicious sets of claws-

The Triforce of Courage led a hero towards a gate-

The swordsman of Crimea released a long, tearful cry-

Wings fell apart-

A prince's heart stopped-

And an old soldier, doused in the scent of urine, blood and sperm, pierced his heart with a blade.

This was composed to Healing Vision-Angelic Remix. XD

So! What happened to Ganondorf and Liquid?! What will become of our heroes?! What became of Snake?! You won't find out, because this is a oneshot-and it'll stay that way, unless a certain angel of mine wishes for this flower to blossom!

The setting was known by several names: Memoria (inspired by a Final Fantasy 9 setting), the Ends of Hell and the Edge of Oblivion.

Thanks for reading! Love shall forever prevail, as my light for an angel will burn forever strong.