This is basically an Ike x Marth drabble. I wrote it for Roz-Poz2 because its her birthday! :D Happy birthday! :D You've been wonderful! Please excuse the insanity of this story, it just went where it went...
After Marth got home from school, he threw his books on the floor in his room, and laid face down on his bed.
Fuck my life, he thought to himself.
Marth had wanted to tell Ike the truth about his feelings, since it was his birthday. All Marth wanted to do was to spend his special day with Ike. He didn't want anything more.
...
Marth's mother knocked on his door and opened it, noticing that he was lying on his bed.
"What's the matter, Marth? Its your birthday, after all," she said.
The boy simply groaned,
"Go away."
"Not until you tell me what's wrong," she persisted.
"It doesn't matter to you; I'm the one who can't even enjoy my own birthday. I had a simple goal, but I wasn't able to obtain it," Marth said.
"What are you talking about?" Marth's mother asked.
"I can't talk about it to you, mom," Marth snapped.
"But I can't help you unless you tell me what happened," she said.
"You want to see what happened?!" Marth yelled.
He pulled a knife from his drawer and right before he was about to slice open his arm...
Only a dream, Marth thought, catching his breath. Sweat was running down his back.
I must've fallen asleep after I got home from school.
Now, it was seven thirty, and Marth felt no better than he did earlier. Perhaps even worse.
...
This time, he heard a knock at his door, and his heart began to race.
"Marth?" called a familiar voice.
"Come in," said Marth.
When the door fully opened, Ike was standing there with a big bouquet of roses in his arms. He rushed over to Marth, and wrapped his arms around him.
"Happy birthday!" He said, charmingly.
Ike kissed Marth profoundly until they both collapsed on the floor in each other's arms.
"I'm so happy you're here, Ike... Ike...?"
...
Just as Marth thought for sure he could see Ike's face just inches away from his, his eyes began to open, and focus on the nurse standing over his bed.
"Are you okay, Marth?" She asked. "Your vitals almost flat-lined."
"I'm in the hospital?" Marth asked.
"Yes. Over the past several weeks, you've been wavering in and out of consciousness. We still haven't figured out why, she said."
The room began to shift before Marth's eyes, and before he knew it, he was in an intensive care unit...
Just as his vision began to blur once again, he saw Ike, and that was it.
...
Marth awoke to Ike lying next to him, as always. They had been together for nearly two years now. He had began having these dreams since he was only fifteen, and they were beginning to become more and more frightening as time passed.
At least thats what he thought was happening...
Now Marth could see a mental institution, and he was suffering. Apparently since his mother had found him on his bed with a half empty bottle of pills, he was brought to a hospital. All he could think of was Ike.
He tried to scream, but not a single chirp resonated from within him.
...
At the close of the nightmare, beams of sunlight pierced through the window and awakened the sleeping prince. Ike stood before him, and helped him up.
"Happy birthday, Marth," he said.
"Thank you, Ike," Marth replied.
He seemed haunted by something, but then said,
"If you weren't here when I woke up, Ike, I probably would have died."
"I'll always be right here, Marth," Ike said, embracing the teal-haired boy.
"Thank you..."
R&R :D