Hello, peeps. I'm finally back, for like what - after two or three years? *applauds*
After reading some Marth and Ike fan fiction on this site, I felt like writing one about them too, so here it is. XD
Actually, I was inspired by PalindromeIsntOne's story entitled Artistic Licence, you see. I even wrote a journal entry about it. *grins* You guys should read it! I give it a five star rating.
Oh yeah, one thing... I appreciate constructive criticisms, but don't be too harsh, hm?

SSBB's not mine.

A figure made its way through a huge crowd, pushing excited students in the process.

"Can you kindly move out of the way, dipshit?"

It was a boy who had short blue hair and a slim body which could be mistaken as a girl's. He had those sparkling demanding eyes the color of the brightest sky. He wore his uniform in a proper way, his polo buttoned up and his tie neatly tied around his collar. His slender arms hung on his sides as he tried to squish his way from between two male students. Once he arrived to the very front, he quickly looked up at the monitor screen in eagerness.

"Marth Lowell, Rank #1."

His mouth curved into a smile just seeing his name right beside the number one. He dragged his eyes down to see who ranked next after him.

"Ike Greil, Rank #2.

Just then, a guy emerged from the pack of students, wanting to see the results of the final exam. He had dark blue hair as blue as the deepest sea. He was also tall and fit for his age. His uniform wasn't as proper as the other boy's, for his tie hung loosely around his unfixed collar. For some reason he always had this green headband wrapped around his head. His blue eyes looked very alive and playful as he took a look at the monitor screen. To his dismay, he saw his name – again – beside the number two. His fists clenched in rage. He obviously knew who was first. He didn't even need to look up to know who it is. He felt his insides start to boil. He slowly turned his head to the left, his eye twitching involuntarily. "You…"

The boy he was eyeing at stared back at him in complete arrogance. He couldn't help but cross his arms in pride. He felt great. Victorious. The best. "Well?"
"Well what?" the other male answered back. His mixed emotions were swirling inside him.
"I won again. See, I told you. Victory really is on my side."
"Shut up, moron. You just got lucky this time… again."

The boy with folded arms rolled his eyes in impatience. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Think what you want to think, say what you want to say. All I know is that I'm the real winner."

The guy with the headband couldn't stand him anymore. He was too much already. His temperature rose greatly, ready to pour out his anger. The students who were watching the fight fest between the two could feel the guy's temper rise, so they backed away for fear of getting involved. They knew what was going to happen next. They all watched in silence when the big male student walked up to his rival. He looked him in the eye and wore the most threatening look he could ever give.

"You'll only get to celebrate your victory now, princess. Brace yourself for next year, because I will be the one who'll take your crown and throne away for sure. Got that?"

The smaller boy didn't feel threatened at all; instead, he bravely walked up to him and raised his chin. "Yeah right. I'll be gladly waiting for your next downfall. Let's see if you'll actually do better next year, twerp."
The bigger boy fumed and pointed at him in total annoyance. "You - ! I swear I'll drag you down to the depths of hell. I will, I seriously will. Never forget that!"
The feminine-looking boy just stared at the person in front of him, feeling bored all at once. "Mmhmm. Sure. Right, Ike Greil."

Upon hearing his name he flinched, kind of taken aback. Oh man, the students were enjoying this. He turned his back from the victorious boy and stomped off in defeat. Well, not in total defeat, but… He stopped and turned around. "Remember my words, Marth Lowell. I will drag you to rank two!"
The boy yawned in amusement. "Okay, Steamed Tofu. Got it."
"Fried Dumpling! And shut up with the Steamed Tofu, goddammit!"
He stuck his tongue out at him. "No way! You shut up, Steamed Tofu!"
"No, you shut up, Fried Dumpling!"

The teachers who had been watching them the whole time shook their heads in dismay.
Oh no. Here we go again.

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