Icarus and the Wolf

By: Aya Anderson

Storyline

If this was the way life was going to be, then one would have to adjust accordingly. Not that anyone had any trouble adjusting, but being a loner had it's disadvantages. Perhaps they could be swayed with a new acquaintance, not that he has any intention of making a friend.

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Before You Read

Because Link and Pit can just be friends! ...Okay, so I'm trying to go for a friendship sort of ideal, because I have a million tons of quotes on friendship. Why? Because I was bored. Why? ...Too many whys.

Turns out I wanted to write this one more than my other ideas, which were more interesting than this plot line – but okay! I don't care. Let's write!

Just, let's see what happens.

On with the story.

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Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

The first thing Pit learned about Link was not to wake him up before noon.

While the green-glad warrior never seemed to cranky in the morning, he always seemed to be a bit off than if he had woken up half an hour after one – which was usually the time Link opened his door, like clockwork.

However, one was able to tell when Link did not get enough sleep. He was always one for staying up late, and had been known to stay awake for days on end. However, even the hero had his own peak for lack of sleep.

A minor degree was demonstrated during a baseball game held by Ness and a few of the friends Peach managed to gather in the short, last minute notice.

She had convinced Zelda to come, which in turn brought along Link. (The two had just returned from a short but tough mission involving a revival of a Mirror. No one knew the full details of the mission, but some figured it had something to do with the Twilight Realm. And even so, not many knew of the Twilight Realm itself.)

While Zelda agreed to play, Link took refuge under a tree and laid on his back to nap. It was still rather early and it was clear the boy was lacking sleep, so the Princesses left Link to his own.

The game was quick-moving, especially since most of them could hit home runs with hardly any effort, and those that couldn't could still make their way to first base, second base, third base before the pitcher caught the ball.

Link had no interest in making any friends. Not there anyways. He had ones in Hyrule (whom he never saw much of anymore because he lived so far away now), and one he lost some time ago. The one who lived on the other side of a mirror.

He had Zelda. And while they were friends to a point, they were also allies and they worked together more than they just enjoyed each other's company. She was still a bit of a mystery to him, and vise versa.

Sometimes, he felt as though he did know her more. He was a different person when he did, though. Why did he always feel that way? He knew Zelda, yet he didn't know her. It confused him to no end.

Joining all in a place like this, just to fight each other for no justification seemed so pointless to him. He had done all the fighting he could ever handle – and none he truly wanted – and yet here he was, battling with these other fighters who also appeared to have better things to do than play baseball (and yet, there they were) for the pointless pleasure of a disembodied hand.

Or something like that.

He was sure he had fallen asleep for just a moment, between conciousness and dreaming, when he heard a thud and the rustling of grass. Link knew exactly what it was, but made no move to acknowledge it.

Instead, he laid still with his arms crossed behind his head, eyes shut, and tried to return to sleeping. The players lost the ball, they could come get it.

"Hey!" someone yelled from the baseball diamond. "Hey!"

Link ignored them, focusing on listening to other things – like the leaves in the wind and the tiniest animals in the forest not far from where he was laying. "Hey!" Link sighed and readjusted himself. He knew if he didn't move for the ball long enough, they would give up and come get it themselves.

It wasn't that he was trying to be mean or anything. He was just far too tired to move for people who were to lazy to get something themselves. It was their fault anyway, for hitting it so hard.

Eventually, the rest of the players chorused after the one voice and finally silenced after a few minutes of trying. Link sighed again and tried to go back to sleep. Someone was approaching from the field, and Link casually ignored them, again half-way through sleep and wakefulness.

Until something dropped on him from the tree. He jumped awake, startled, praying to his Goddess that something was not attacking him. He paused for a moment, then looked around to find the baseball laying at his side. He cocked an eyebrow, then looked up at the only place the ball could come from.

Standing over him was some kid. No, wait, he knew this kid. He fought him once in the tournament. He found it annoying because he simply couldn't just knock him off the side like most other people. This kid had wings.

"Hey, are you deaf or something?" the boy asked, picking up the baseball that had dropped on Link's head from...somewhere.

Link just stared at him for a moment, then returned back to the previous position he had been laying in. The kid would go away eventually. Probably try to talk to him for a little while, but go away eventually.

Again, something dropped from the tree but this time landed on his stomach. He leaned up and looked down to find the baseball – yet again – had fallen from the sky and hit him. He looked up at the kid, to realize he no longer had the ball. "Are you going to say anything or what?"

Link picked up the ball off his stomach and threw it so it landed a few feet away. The boy paused, watched the ball arch over the grass and land somewhere not far from them. He turned back to Link, who resumed his casual and preferred pose he had been attempting to nap in for the passed ten minutes.

The warrior was almost sure this time that the boy would leave him alone and continue the game where the others were waiting. They were getting tired of waiting, and he could hear them yell for the boy to come back with the ball.

But, yet again, the ball fell from the sky (and this time, Link knew for sure the kid had been dropping it on him for entertainment purposes) and smacked him on the center of the forehead. Link grunted, picked up the ball, and got to his feet.

He winded back his left hand with the ball and chucked it as hard as he could at the Goddess forsaken angel, managing to hit the stupid kid in the stomach with the baseball hard enough to knock some wind out of him.

Link then took no time to fall back into his comfortable position underneath the tree. There was some silence before the kid yelled, "Thanks!" and turned to return to the game.

Link replied with the middle finger.

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The following morning, just a few moments before the clock struck ten, Pit had agreed to help Mario with the task of moving a few heavy loads from his room down to the kitchen. He had been sent by Peach to pick up some more baking supplies (pots, pans, ingredients, and of the like) and to bring them back.

Unfortunately, when he returned, it was long after night, and the path to the kitchen was too far alone with so many boxes, so Mario placed the boxes in his room and slept until morning when he enlisted the help of Pit. And so, the angel was carrying a box of pots and pans across the bedrooms to the kitchen where Princess Peach was waiting.

Most of the housemates by that time had gotten up and begun training, eating, or any favorable hobbies which left Pit not to worry if he woke anyone up (and if he did, they were to learn to get up earlier, anyway).

Once, he tripped over a very lost pikman, trying not to step on it, and danced around. The pikman squealed, panicked, and ran in a circle, which was not very helpful to the angel. Eventually, Pit dropped the box of pots and pans and crashed to the floor with a thud (thankfully not on the pikman).

The pikman paused, looked at Pit, and then chittered as though it were laughing at him. Pit frowned. Several people came running to the sound of the pots against the pans against the floor, one of which being Olimar.

Pit was not really sure what Olimar's background was with these things, but he never asked so the alien(?) never told. (At least, Pit was sure these little flower beings were not from this planet so perhaps Olimar wasn't either.)

Olimar apologized and gathered up his lost pikman from beside Pit. "I was wondering where this one had run off to."

"It's alright, I just didn't want to crush it. Eh, them."

Somewhere off down the hall, a door slammed shut. It startled the pikman but no one else was fazed. Those who had gathered dispersed, as well as Olimar, so Pit could get back to work.

It was ten after eleven by the time Pit and Mario finished bringing the boxes of kitchenware to Peach, who was very grateful for their efforts. She gave them each a kiss on the cheek and began to unpack the things to where they all belonged.

They stayed to help a few minutes, only to find they were hindering the job more than helping, so they left the girl to her own – and was eventually joined by Zelda.

The girls worked to put all the kitchenware away in the proper places and were finished by ten to twelve. Peach, despite having worked so hard to put everything in place and made sure it all fit where it belonged, followed through with baking some treats for the housemates.

She wasn't very far into her baking when a certain green-clad warrior walked into the room. "You're up early," Zelda commented as Link made his way to the refrigerator. He waved his hand as though telling her to restrain herself from commenting and opened the door. He pulled out the jug of milk and tilted his head back as he started to drink right from the carton. "Link, you can't do that."

Again, he waved her off. He shut the door and walked out of the kitchen with the milk in his hand. Zelda glanced at Peach, who shrugged, and continued what she was doing.

Link walked around the house with the jug of milk in his hand, taking a sip once in a while, glaring at those who stared at him, until he found his target. He took another large gulp of the milk before making his way over to the not-so-innocent angel-like creature.

Pit was playing Go Fish with Meta Knight, Sonic, and Lucario, and just as he won a pair of cards, he noticed Link approaching him. "Hey, do you wanna play?" He watched Link take the gulp from the milk carton and raised an eyebrow. "That's..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Link held the carton over Pit's head and proceeded to dump the entire carton of milk (that he hadn't drank) onto the angel. There was enough to keep pouring for several seconds, but Pit didn't even bother to move as he was dunked in milk.

Several moments passed before the milk began to thin out. Link shook the bottle, making sure every last drop make it onto Pit's head. He even smacked the side of the bottle several times. Everyone was silent for a moment, not entirely sure how to react to the motion.

Finally, Link dropped the bottle on Pit's head, turned, and left the room. He grabbed his wallet and headed out the front door. There was another awkward pause. Pit turned to the table and held up his milk dowsed cards. "Sonic, got a three?"

"Go fish."

Half an hour later, Link returned with few new cartons of milk, along with a few other necessities he thought they needed.

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After Notes

Yes, this will have an actual plotline. No, it will hopefully not so boring.

Also, I have no internet, but I will update as much as possible, and then when I disappear, I will write as much as possible, and update it all when I come back. Sound good? Good.

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