martikaminna

Author: sailorvfan10

"Has anyone seen Roy?"

Peach looked up from making a cake to see a semi-disheveled Marth in the kitchen doorway.

"No," the blonde princess said. "I haven't seen him since five this morning. He asked for tea, and then went back upstairs."

Marth thought for a moment.

"Did he say where he was going?"

Peach placed the cake into the oven and wiped her hands on a towel.

"He didn't mention anything, no." 

Marth thanked her and left the kitchen, walking instead to the corridor that lead to the stairs of the second floors of The Manse. Placing a hand on the banister and a foot on the bottom step, he thought of all the places Roy would go on a Sunday morning. Picking one of the possible places (and there were quite a few), the pajama-bedecked prince briskly walked up the stairs and went through the left door--the door that lead to the male dormitories.  

He walked through the open door to his room, opened the middle drawer of his dresser, and searched for something more suitable to wear. Finding a white dress shirt half-buttoned up (probably from his uniform, one would guess) and jeans, he pulled off his periwinkle coloured PJ top and folded it neatly for later use. Pulling his head through the clean shirt and letting the cloth bunch up around his neck, he slipped out of his bottoms and nearly tripped over the pant leg. Regaining his balance, he grabbed a pair of jeans from the back of his chair, disentangled himself from the silken pants, and slipped the denim pants on, all the while the door was half -open; Marth knew someone would possibly barge in, but he didn't care--he was decent, for the most part anyway--and got his arms through the arm holes in his shirt. He was too lazy to find some suitable footwear and instead slipped back into his slippers. Closing the drawer and placing his sleepwear neatly on his bed, he walked out the door, exited the dorms, and walked up the single stairwell across from the dorms to the third floor, which housed a rather large library. 

He looked through the rectangular shaped window in the door and saw no one was in there (that he could see, anyway, as his line of sight wasn't very large), but he decided to enter anyway. Roy had a habit of hiding behind one of the bookcases with a large stack of books in his hands and several more under his arm. 

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Title: "Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two
Author: </a></b></a>sailorvfan10
Summary: Melee Academy is like any other all boys' school. Marth, Roy, and Link are three friends who go there, and though their principal fell off his rocker and can't quite get back up, it's as normal as can be. At least, they think it is.
Word Count: 6571 words
Fandom: Super Smash Brothers Melee
Pairing(s): Marth/Roy, Marth/Sheeda
Genre(s): General/Romance
Fic Type: Work in Progress
Warning(s): Marth and Roy neck and make out. There's also some not-described gropage. And they shared a bed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Smash Brothers Melee. It belongs to Hal Laboratories/Nintendo. I do not own the Nintendo DS, that belongs to Nintendo. I don't own the songs "Cry for the Dream", “Spiritualize”, "Ending in Tradegy", "Perfect Situation", or “Dreams Come True”. They belong to Hikaru Midorikawa, New Found Glory, Weezer, and S.E.S., respectively. No profit is being made from this story, it's just for fun. Stephen Alvarez, Nicholas Ryan Pickel/Nicholas Leon Redfield, and Gary Stu Wesker are original characters created by me for this story. Kweenetra belongs to my good friend, Quikil. Elice (Marth's sister) belongs to Nintendo.
Notes: This took two days and two drafts. The second draft it what you saw before (the unfinished version, yes). The first one was nothing like this.

Link's cell phone alarm went off, playing "Everytime We Touch" at a low volume, signifying Link needed to get his rear in motion for the school day. When he picked the small and grey phone to turn his alarm off, he saw it went off five minutes late. Kicking the dark green covers aside, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran down the hall to the laundry room to see if his clothes were washed from when he put them in last night. Seeing as they were clean, he popped them into the dryer and put it on its quick cycle.

Marth, meanwhile, was sleeping soundly in his bed and turned onto his side, wrapping his arm around the figure next to him in his bed, who cuddled up to him in turn. Just as his alarm went off, the door to the bedroom he and Roy shared violently swung open, and on the other side of it was Link, wearing pajama bottoms and a semi-ironed dressed shirt, surveying the yellow-painted room and saw Marth sit up--or attempt to--so he could turn his alarm off. Marth, who was just disentangling himself from the person by his side, noticed the blond standing in his doorway.

"...I was gonna wake you up," Link said, holding what looked like a milk bottle in his hand, "but it looks like you took care of that for me."
Marth hit the snooze button on his alarm and felt around for his tiara on the nightstand, rubbing his face as he did so.
"Don't you ever knock?" Marth said as he placed the bejeweled headpiece into his hair.
Link stared at Marth.
"...Am I supposed to?" the blond asked. "No one in Kokiri Forest said you had to knock before entering."
Marth simply sighed and left his bed so he could get dressed.

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Author: sailorvfan10

"So I have our list of songs for the Talent Show," Link said as Marth and Roy came down for breakfast as he fastened his tie around his head, slipped it through the loop, and then tightened it.
"I'm sorry," Roy said, looking at Link, "did you just say our list of songs?"
"Yes," Link said, biting into his cold and stale toast. "...What's wrong?"
Roy gave him a look that read, "what are you smoking?"
"First off, whatever happened to Battle of the Bands?"
"They switched the dates for the Talent Show and Battle of the Bands," Link replied.
"Second of all, you're not making us do any stupid Backstreet Boys songs or N'Sync or whatever other boybands you listen to, are you?" Roy asked, looking in the fridge for something to munch on. He found a pear, went over to the sink to wash it off, and bit into it, savouring the sweet taste.
"No, no Backstreet Boys, though they were on the original list thingy."
"They call it a set list," Marth replied, thumbing through the newspaper. "And what, pray tell, is on it?"

Link sat at the table and unfolded a flimsy sheet of paper that looked as if it were folded over and over fifty thousand times, put through the washing machine, and left to ferment for about a week.
"...You've got a lot of Paramore songs on here," Roy remarked as he peeked at the list over the blond's shoulder. "I mean, you've got 'Pressure' and 'Let the Flames Begin' and...what does that say?"
"That?" Link asked, pointing at what looked like "peanut butter" on the sheet. "That says 'Hallelujah'."
"...You have sappy love songs on here, too," Marth said, bringing the disgusting paper over to him by means of his fork. "'Insatiable'? 'Hey There Delilah'? Link, are you trying to tell us something?"

Link did not understand what Marth was trying to ask, shrugged, and took the set list back.
"...So! Does anyone want to pick first?"
If there were crickets in the kitchen of The Manse, they would have been chirping. Seeing as there were no crickets, a long silence followed instead.
"Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?"
Roy sighed and looked over the list of songs, which numbered up to at least one hundred (Link was rather bored one day in Geometry).
"How many songs are we allowed to sing?"
Link looked over the rules, which he had written down on a ripped up sheet of paper.
"Three," came the reply.

"In that case," Roy said, "I'll pick 'Far Away' by Nickelback for my first choice." Link wrote it down on a separate piece of paper.
"What about you, Marth?" Link asked, nudging the swordsman in the ribs, "What're you gonna wow the audience with?"
Marth scanned the list with indifference.
"I'm not really much of a singer," the prince said, folding his arms.
"Nonsense," Link replied, picking a song for the tiara-wearing male. "How's 'Cry for the Dream' sound?"
Marth just stared at him.
"You're honestly trying to kill me, aren't you?"
Link sat back in his chair.
"There's nothing wrong with 'Cry for the Dream'!"
"It's an anime song."
Link crossed his arms.
"So what?"

Roy blocked the sounds of their arguing out to look at the set list once again.
"I think I'll also take 'Let the Flames Begin' by Paramore and 'Little Death' by Plus 44." The blond stopped arguing long enough to write down Roy's other choices.
"Pick the other two songs, Marthy," Link said, smirking.
"Honestly, Link," Marth said, "none of these songs are even in my singing range."
"'Ending in Tragedy?'"
"Whatever," Marth replied, not caring about the Talent Show anymore.
"And...'Perfect Situation'," Link said, scribbling the forced-to-sing melodies down.

"What are you singing then, huh?" Roy asked, still munching on the pear.
"'Fer Sure', 'Chasing Cars', and...'Incomplete'."
Roy stared at him blankly.
"Well, at least you're the only one singing Bee Ess Bee," the red head remarked. "So when are we practising for this?"
"After school today," Link replied, staring at his watch. "It's seven fifty," he remarked. "We might want to be on our merry way."

Roy took his lunch money from the counter, Marth took his bagged lunch, and Link took his Sponge Bob lunch box as they walked out the door for another not-very-exciting-in-the-least school day.

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Title: "Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys: Year Two
Author: sailorvfan10
Summary: Melee Academy is like any other all boys' school. Marth, Roy, and Link are three friends who go there, and though their principal fell off his rocker and can't quite get back up, it's as normal as can be. At least, they think it is.
Word Count: 6027 words
Fandom: Super Smash Brothers Melee
Pairing(s): Some implied Marth/Roy, Marth/Sheeda, Roy/Lilina, Link/Zelda
Genre(s): General/Romance
Fic Type: Work in Progress
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: Super Smash Brothers Melee is not mine. It belongs to Hal Laboratories/Nintendo.
Notes: These chapters take so long.

"Marth, wake up."
The blue haired prince turned away from the voice, pulled the sheets over his head, and went back to sleep.
"Marth..."
The sheets were pulled away, exposing Marth's white t-shirt and blue pajama pants. Marth covered his eyes with his forearm and groaned. It was too early to wake up, and it was only Wednesday...

The person waking him up turned on their cell phone, set it to the loudest possible volume, placed it by his ear, and played a heavy metal song.
"Well that woke you up," the boy said when Marth nearly fell off the bed.
"Roy!" Marth shouted, his heart beating at a hundred miles a minute. "That was uncalled for!"
Roy did nothing but smirk and pocket the phone. He walked over to the other side of the bed and picked up the black dress pants on the floor.
"You overslept," Roy said, "and I've been trying to get you up for the past half hour." Roy dropped the pants onto the bed; Marth took them, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and changed his pants.

"Has anyone seen my shirt?" Link asked, poking his head into the room. Roy was brushing his hair.
"'S probably in the laundry room," Roy answered, placing the brush down onto the top of the dresser.
"That's where it was yesterday." Marth was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and didn't hear the question.
"I already checked there, and it wasn't there," the blond stated, leaning against the door way.
"Just wear one of mine," the red head said, trying to tie his tie.

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Link and Roy were walking to sixth period, which was Intro. to Journalism, two subject notebooks in hand. Opening the door, they walked inside and took their seats.

"Well, Marth said he needed to go back to Altea for personal reasons."

"Well it can't be too bad if he's eventually coming back," Link said, leaning back on the hind legs of the chair.

"But what could have happened in Altea that would cause him to be gone for two weeks?"

Link shrugged.

"No idea, Roy. No idea."

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Author: sailorvfan10

Year Two

- One -

"It's freezing out," Roy said as he pulled his jacket closer, his bookbag hanging from his arm causing the red head to lean over lopsided due to the weight.
"Yeah, it's kind of brisk out," Link replied, carrying a plastic bag in one hand, briefcase in another.
"Why do you have a briefcase?" Roy questioned, staring at the brown leather attaché Link was carrying.
"Because it's not as bulky as a bookbag," Link replied, stretching and nearly clobbering himself in the head with the aforementioned attaché.

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Background: Haha, I can't believe I actually found this piece of...well, I wouldn't exactly call it "fanfic" because it's...well, crap, but whatever.

Basically, it was the story detailing the origins of my Mary Sue character (who has since been retired). She was pretty much the Uber Sue. I never posted this because I got out of my Mary Sue phase before I did, so it was left to rot on this CD I burned my fics onto. This was one of the fics that didn't survive the First Format Ever, but it obviously did survive in some form if I'm able to post it.

Anyway, it's pretty short, but it'll be behind a cut anyway.

Note: None of this has been edited, it's all the original.

Originally written: March 19th, 2005

( The Origins )

Part One

( Chapter Four )

( Chapter Five )

( Chapter Six )

Originally written September 5th, 2004
( The never before seen chapter seven! )

Background: This was my first Melee fanfic ever. Of course, like all the Melee fanfics around November of 2003, it was "written on a sugar high" with random crap happening in every single chapter. No one was in character, there was a self-insert, and all hell broke loose. Of course, being eleven at the time, I thought it was OMG AWESOME. Looking back on it now? I think it sucks, go figure. But my eleven year old self was proud of it at the time, so we have to give 11-year-old!me props, right?

Chapters one through six were published on FFN, chapter one being posted on November 26th, 2003, chapter six being posted on July 9th, 2004. I was in the process of making chapter seven when--GASP!--I needed Sain (neé Blocky) to be formatted for the first time ever. Luckily, I made backups, which is why I'm posting this entry. Of course, before I posted chapter seven and my hard drive was wiped, FFN took the story off the Internet, wiping chapters five and six off of the Internet for good.

Until now.

So think of Chapter Seven as like, an added bonus. NEVER BEFORE SEEN FEATURES. Or something.

So without further interruption, I present Super Smash Brothers Melee: Utter Insanity!
R.I.P. 11-26-03 - 9-03-04

Note: Everything was left as is, meaning any grammatical and/or typographical errors were left alone.

( Author's Note )

( Chapter One )

( Chapter Two )

( Chapter Three )