For Your Sake and Mine
:Chapter Two:
Let's face it; nicknames that deserve to burn in Hitler's oven never go away.

Second chapter! Party in the house!

I re-read this a couple times and it seems to be a little redundant…that's only because it's only the second chapter…I swear it'll get more unique as the time passes. I swear to God and all that's holy.

Again, this is written by Midnight Crystal Sage and Yours Truly. Please be sure to read her fics and my other Super Smash Bros. Fic, Falling In Lust…Literally.

Anygay, we own nothing. So…don't expect us to take over Nintendo anytime soon.

Oh and to answer the question if we're going to add more characters aside from the five we have now…me and Midnight will decide if we really want to take the task of juggling that many characters….we'll think on it…

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.

Ike gently laid the unconscious angel on the carpeted floor and crossed his arms as he smugly inquired, "Do you know how gay you two look right now?"

Both Marth and Roy glowered at him with fierce eyes and yelled, "NO WE DON'T!!"

Ike simply leaned against the wall and muttered, "…Whatever…"

Roy rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded strangely similar to "Fucking idiot…" as he got off of Marth, stood onto his feet and asked, "So, aren't you going to help your little friend down there?" His eyes shifted downwards to the still unconscious angel lying on the floor.

Ike shrugged it off, "No, he can stay down there, he's not bothering anybody…" He received a 'WTF' look from both Marth and the red-head.

At that moment, Link reappeared and breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh good, no one's dead…"

"What the hell do you want, Link?!" Marth snapped, picking himself up off the floor and brushing some dust off his blue clothing.

The Hylian stared at him with an annoyed expression, "I'll pretend you didn't say that, Princess--"

"HEY! Watch it, Elf Boy," the prince warned, his eyes narrowing to sapphire slits.

Roy stood up and politely said, "Ignore him. What is it, Link?"

"Master Hand said he wants us downstairs for dinner. I got a table already reserved for us so we can sit together…" Link explained. He then turned to the spiky blue-haired swordsman standing beside him, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Ike…" he answered in a peeved tone as he brushed past Link and made his way down the hall to go to the dining room. Link glared at him and muttered, "Well, excuuuuse me for trying to be nice… jerkoff…"

Roy paid no attention to Ike's rudeness and proceeded to walk past his friend to head for the dining room as well, "Thanks, Link. Come on, Princess, time for your meal…"

Marth growled deep in his throat and yelled, "STOP CALLING ME THAT!!" He pushed past Roy and they continued on their way.

Link was about to follow them when a small moan caught his attention. "Huh?" he looked down to the floor and saw Pit stirring, "What the-- What's he doing on the floor?"

He lowered himself to kneel beside the angel and held him as he softly patted the younger boy's cheek to try to wake him up, "Hey, can you hear me?"

Pit moaned a second time as he opened his eyes, revealing their blue color to Link. The Hylian smiled and said, "Welcome back. I'm Link."

The angel managed a smile, "…Pit."

The swordsman helped the angel to his feet and asked, "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Uh… well… It's a long story…" Pit began to say, but was cut off by Link, who snickered and answered, "It's okay. You don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable."

Pit closed his eye emitted a deep sigh, "Thanks, because it is really embarrassing…"

Link smiled, "I figured so… Anyway, Master Hand says it's dinnertime and he wants us in the dining room. I have a table already reserved for me and my friends if you'd care to join us."

"Sure, that'd be great!"

The angel and the swordsman struck up a conversation as they strolled to the dining room.

The table that Link reserved was as awkward as a straight virgin in a gay bar. Marth and Roy sat on one side of the table, Ike and Pit sat on the opposite side, and Link seated himself at the end part of the table, sitting nearest to Pit and Roy. Link would've sparked conversation with either side, but he couldn't help but notice that three of the occupants were glowering from each end of the table as they ate. Pit was quietly eating his food, being one to avoid controversy whenever he could.

Seeing that Pit was the only other calm soul, Link leaned over to the angel and whispered, "Um… do you have any idea why they're…. like this?"

Pit took a moment to glance up from his plate, then at the other three, then shook his head, "I think I was knocked out when that happened…"

"I see…" Partially satisfied with the answer, Link stared at his own untouched platter, figuring that he'd better eat his meal before it got cold.

"So…" Marth said abruptly, which made everyone in the table look up, "Where are you two from?"

Pit smiled, seeing the prince starting to spur conversation, "I'm from Angel Land."

"Crimea," was Ike's dull reply.

"I see…" Marth went back to drink his coffee. Pit sighed miserably, taking another bite of bread, 'Well, so much for that attempt….'

"So, are you and that red head kid gay?" Ike asked unexpectedly and in a volume where other Brawlers from nearby tables could hear. Roy's eyes widened, while Marth almost choked on his coffee. Pit made a whimper noise, his hands flying to his own throat. Link jumped out of the seat, patting the poor angel's back, and then realized he was choking and begun the process of doing the Heimlich maneuver on the smaller male.

"W-What the hell is your problem!?" Roy yelled, but Marth stopped him with a hand.

"Let it go, Roy, you have to handle this like a mature adult." Marth muttered, before snapping his head to Ike's direction, "What the hell is your problem?!"

"Oh, real mature, Marth…" the Hylian remarked, as he continued trying to get the food dislodged from the angel's throat.

"I'm merely asking; don't get your panties in a knot." Ike shrugged, "Besides, it wasn't me who was in the position to go at it like dogs in heat-…"

"Look, I've only been with you for less than an hour and I'm already sick of your guts! You're nothing but a jack ass that can't keep his comments to himself; I bet your fighting skills are as bad as your insults!" Marth shouted.

Ike stood up immediately, his hands slamming against the table, which made Pit and Link jump back, startled. It helped since Pit finally swallowed his food correctly.

Ike scoffed at him as he yanked Ragnell from under his chair, "You want to find out, Princess?"

Marth, in turn, unsheathed Falchion, "You wanna dance, bitch? Let's dance!"

Peach suddenly stood up and yelled, "If you two are going to have a cock fight, then take those shenanigans outside! I'm not having you two nearly demolish the dining room like Ganondorf and Link did last month!"

When Pit looked behind him, he was surprised to see a deep red blush of mortification painted across Link's cheeks, even though the swordsman was now glaring daggers at his royal Mushroom friend.

Ike and Marth glared at each other and both replied, "Fine…" and started to walk to the backyard. Roy and Link exchanged glances and the red-head followed the two blue-heads. The Hylian then looked at Pit, who simply shrugged and the pair trailed behind Roy.

Link, Pit, and Roy were sitting on the sidelines while Ike and Marth ferociously fought each other. They're prized blades clashed and parried each other, sending loud metallic clings into the air during their sword dance. All the while, they were staring each other down, their gazes like invisible, poison-coated daggers.

Roy was cheering for Marth to win since he 1) wasn't going to admit to this guy that he was gay, 2) hated people disrespecting his friend, and 3) didn't like this guy period.

Link was hoping for Ike to get mortally wounded because he'd only spoken four words to the guy and he already didn't like Ike in the first place after finding out that he was the main one replacing Roy. Plus, he had strong feelings for Pit, even though he'd only known the angel for an hour. Link didn't want Ike trying to compete against him for the angel's feelings. He knew somewhere deep inside that Ike had a thing for the young boy.

Pit was simply praying for the petty squabble to end without anybody getting seriously hurt. He was the kind of angel who hated fighting and he hated to see people get injured. The intense fight was starting to get to him. He was on the edge of his seat as he watched Ike and Marth with hidden fear planted deep within his heart of hearts.

Ike and Marth were furiously slashing their swords now. The length of the fight caused their feelings change dramatically. Their burnt nerves and feelings didn't want glory and respect anymore; they wanted blood.

With that goal in mind, both swordsmen's bodies suddenly erupted with pulsing blue and yellow auras, their eyes glowing bright yellow with hatred and determination. Marth's sword began emanating pure white light while red hot flames erupted upon Ike's blade. The three spectators knew that either of their moves could definitely kill the other person, as did the two blue-haired blade wielders.

Roy yelled, "Yeah, Marth, kill that bastard!"

Pit suddenly realized what was about to happen and he jumped out of his seat, frantically shouting, "Stop the fight! Make them stop!"

Link felt his heart sink at the angel's words and bolted onto the field. He stood in front of the two raging blue-heads and firmly yelled, "That is enough! Stop this and pull yourselves together. As much as I want Marth to chop your head off, Ike…" He was given a heated glare from Ike, "…this is not the way to settle this. And besides, you're scaring Pit, and frankly, you're scaring the hell outta me. Now I want you two to get a hold of yourselves and put an end to this petty idiocracy. Right. Now."

With that said, Link shot them one last look before calmly walking back over and comforting the emotional angel as best as he could. At that moment, Roy looked at Link as his anger spewed from his mouth: yelling and cursing his head off at the Hylian about why he stopped the fight.

The angel looked up, surprised that Link actually did that for him. He blushed lightly as Link ruffled his hair and assured him that nothing else bad was going to happen. Though, Roy didn't find any of this soothing as he continued to bitch, whine and moan at the blonde peacemaker.

"What the hell, Link they were just fine!! Getting rid of Ike would've solved everyone's problems!" Roy scowled.

Pit glared at Roy, "You know exactly what was wrong with this! This mansion is made for honor and respect for fighters to come together and fight! Not shed blood!"

The red head was a bit startled with the paroxysm that came from the angel, but saw that Pit had a point, "But still…" He watched as Ike and Marth were glaring at each other, "What do you see in Ike anyway, Pit? He looks, sounds and acts like a jack ass to everyone that's within ten feet of him."

"He's…different I guess." Pit replied calmly, "We were talking on the way to Smash Mansion. He's a mercenary leader from where he comes from…that's why he's got a rough edged exterior."

Link looked at Ike almost sympathetically, seeing the said mercenary put Ragnell on his shoulder and walk towards Marth calmly, "No wonder he acts so…tough…"

"Yeah…so please don't judge him now." Pit explained, bowing his head, "It's just the way he was raised I suppose…but I think deep down inside he's a good person…he probably doesn't show it to a lot of people."

"Psh, obviously, otherwise we wouldn't be talking about this now wouldn't we?" Roy asked.

Link finally had enough of the red-head's mouth, "Roy, will you just put a sock in it already?"

Pit was about to add insult to injury, but his attention was caught when he saw Ike step on a conveniently placed banana peel and slip towards Marth's direction. The prince didn't have time to react since the mercenary almost literally flew and crashed into him, successfully knocking both blue haired males to the ground. Hard.

The three spectators stood there in mild shock, not knowing how to publicly react to such ungraceful actions from either male.

Roy had a better reaction time than Link and Pit and did what any normal human being would've done in situations as ridiculous and typical in terms of irony and in thoughts of good old Shadenfreude.

He laughed.

Very hard, actually…to the point that he fell over holding his sides, and rolling back and forth on the ground, pounding his fists into the grass.

Marth groaned, opening his eyes to see Ike resting his head on his chest. He couldn't help but turn red a little as he tried to move the larger male off him, but being in the position he was in, it was rather difficult to do so.

"Nngh…Ike…get your weighty arse off of me…you're heavy!"

"I'm trying damn it, don't get your panties in a knot, Princess." Ike moved his foot to get leverage, but his foot stepped on the banana peel again, making his weight fall back on Marth again. The prince was about to yell at the mercenary for calling him that bastardly nickname, but was stopped cold in his tracks when he felt something against his lips.

Ike's lips…

…were on his….

Horrible cliffhanger, but hey, finally some action eh?

We promise to have more yaoiful moments in this fic, just stay tuned and review. We have virtual cookies!!

Oh and don't assume any of these pairings, just a fair warning. As my college math teacher told me 'Don't assume: or you'll make an ass out of you and me.'