Oh my goodness~! I know, I know, it took me forever to get chapter 3 up… I’m sorry! I feel bad for making you wait, but hey, I mean I feel like this is a pretty epic chapter. Wahaha~! Well you’ll see .... So yeah. Please, do enjoy it. ^.^

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When they got back, Marth instantly went into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. He began to undress, peeling the wet clothes off his chest and legs, feeling absolutely freezing. He looked in the mirror above the sink at his narrow, pale face and his skinny waist and arms. He frowned and began to wonder if someone only saw his face if they would think he was a girl. He became frustrated with himself and scratched his nails down the side of his face. It wasn't his fault how he looked.

Sighing, Marth got into the shower, walking bare-foot on the warm stone floor. He stretched his ribs out, feeling the warm drops run through his hair and down his shoulders. He let the warmth sink all the way through his muscles into the middle of his body. He ran shampoo and conditioner through his hair with his long slim fingers, scratching his scalp and parting the long hair on the back of his neck. Aromatic steam drifted up towards the ceiling lazily, fogging up the glass doors.

Marth felt his face begin to flush for no reason. He felt his cheeks with his hands, which was growing hotter by the minute. A wave of exhaustion swept over him, making him droop over slightly. He turned the water off and put on a thick black sweater and some loose sweat pants. He trudged slowly out of the bathroom hazily, gripping the doorframe with weak hands. Roy turned around, already dressed and shaking his still damp hair.

"Marth?"

No reply.

"Marth you alright? You don't look so good..." Roy said, now getting worried.

Suddenly Marth blacked out and fell to the floor. Roy made a chivalrous attempt at catching him, but ended up falling onto the floor with him. He rested Marth's head down as hastily and gently as possible.

"Marth! MARTH!! Wake up! Are you all right? Answer me!" Roy howled, panic-stricken. He stood up, flinging the bedroom door open and sprinting down the hall to Ike and Pit's room. He began banging on their door bellowing for Ike hysterically.

"Ike, help! Marth passed out and we gotta make sure he's okay! IKE OPEN THE DOOR!! IKE!" he continued to shout frantically. Ike slammed open the door angrily and grabbed Roy violently by the shoulders.

"Calm. Down. I'll come to your room and see what I can do. Just relax," Ike spoke authoritatively. It seemed to calm Roy down a little at least. Ike let him go and walked calmly to their room, while a now quite, but sill distressed Roy dashed over to the door, beckoning Ike to hurry up. A half-undressed Pit peeked around the doorframe, his tunic sliding off a skinny shoulder and his leaf-crown lopsided.

"Hmm?"

Roy scampered into his room quickly, falling next to Marth and petting his soft hair tenderly. Ike, still completely composed like always, walked towards Marth and knelt down next to him. He touched Marth's neck with two fingers, nodded, and then put them under his nose, nodding again. In one smooth movement, he scooped Marth up and walked towards the bed.

"Roy would you mind getting the blankets?" he asked.

Roy was there in a heartbeat, placing the sheets back quickly and then replacing them delicately after Ike had set him down on the bed.

"Is he going to be okay?" Roy asked nervously.

"Yes, he should be fine... he probably just overworked himself," Ike said, still expressionless. He looked down at his still concerned friend and gave him a tiny sympathetic smile. Just a tiny one. He patted Roy hard on the back, and retreated back into his own room where Pit was waiting to hear the news.

Roy closed the door softly and leaned his back against it, tired. He let himself slouch down onto the soft white carpet, and sighed slightly relieved. He listened to the muted rain and wind push against the window, making the walls groan softly. He felt his eyes become slightly heavier as the weather outside lulled him to sleep, falling victim to the abyss of shadowy exhaustion.

Only about fifteen minutes later did Roy wake up. He had a big kink in his neck and was colder than usual. Trying, with no avail, to stretch his neck out, he stood up and turned the thermostat up seven degrees. He checked up on Marth, who was shivering slightly. Roy brushed back the Altean's hair off his forehead, touching it slightly.

He went down to the dining hall and ate dinner as quickly as he possibly could. He came back, seeing Marth awake with an arm draped over his eyes. Roy closed the door and approached the boy quietly.

"Heya, Marth, how are you feeling?" he asked lightly. Marth let his hand fall to his side and looked up at Roy, still tired looking.

"I guess I'm alright. Not feeling great, but better," Marth replied hoarsely. Roy smiled at him, helping Marth sit up.

"So you're sure you're feeling alright? I mean, not just physically..." Roy trailed off, wondering where he was getting at, himself.

"Hmm?"

"I mean... well there's nothing wrong?"

"Well, it isn't bothering me anymore if that's what you're asking," Marth replied softly. Was it just his imagination, or did Roy hear a hint of hidden anguish.

"Hey, come on now, Marth, I know when something's wrong. I can read you easily despite the show you try to put on for us all," Roy said, dragging his fingertips across Marth's cheek. He almost instantly realized what he was doing and tried to cover it up by brushing something off.

"... It was an eyelash...” he added, muttering. Marth blushed a little and sighed, defeated.

"Yes, okay, something is wrong."

"Well, can you tell me about it?"

Marth bit his lip hesitantly.

"I don't know...."

"Can you try to?" Roy asked innocently. Marth thought for a moment.

"Remember when I told you that I had a weird dream?" Marth began. Roy nodded, remembering that night.

"Well... What the dream exactly was... was y-you.... W-well you k-k-... kissed me," Marth finished, turning scarlet and attempting to hide his face in his hands. Roy tried to feign mild surprise.

"Is that so…?"

"Yeah and I was just wondering... d-do you...."

"Yes?" Roy encouraged.

"Do you like me?"

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Oh, my!! Aren’t I so evil? :D

I know this is kind of a short chapter, but this means the next chapter will come sooner.

Thanks for reading!

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