A/N: I don't own anything from the SSB franchise, which I'm sure you all know.

Marth looked curiously at the small peach splotch on his neck. Had that always been there? He turned the compact mirror a bit to examine the little spot in further detail. He hadn't even seen Nana waltz into his bedroom.

"What'cha doing?" Nana asked Marth, plopping down on his bed.

"I'm trying to figure out if this is a birthmark or not."

"Do you know what they say about birthmarks? Do ya do ya do ya?" Nana asked, practically bouncing on Marth's mattress.

"No Nana, I do NOT know what they say about birthmarks." He sighed, turning the compact a little more and tilting his head.

"They say that your birthmark is the spot you were killed by in your last life. So, if you have a birthmark on your neck, you could have been stabbed there, or shot, or crushed, or something on that spot!"

Marth dropped his compact. "You don't say."

Nana nodded rapidly. "Betcha wanna wanna know how you died now, don't you?"

Marth knelt down and scooped up his mirror. Well, that has to be an old wive's tale, doesn't it?"

Nana shrugged. "I guess that's up to you. I'm gonna go play with Popo now." She said, hopping down off of Marth's bed and out the door. "Bye Marth!"

Marth looked at the little spot one more time. "You know," he thought aloud, "I pray this isn't a birthmark, and if it is, I'd rather not know."

A/N: So, that's all! I feel like Marth and Nana is a combo that people usually don't write, but I thought they'd have a bit of an interesting interaction. I hope you all liked it, and feel free to review! :3