Hello everybody! This is a new story that I'm posting as a way to celebrate Christmas with you all. It's not going to be a long story, but it's also not going to be a one-shot. I was thinking on making it a one-shot, but I figured that it would feel a bit too squished in terms of the information put in just one chapter, so I decided to just separated it into a couple of chapters. As a result, expect chapters that are shorter than what I'm accustomed to writing or what you're used to reading if you've read some of my recent stories. Either way, I hope that you all end up enjoying this tribute to Christmas.
Also, I've never played Super Smash Brother's Brawl before, so I'm not sure as to how Pit really acts. As a result, he's probably going to be OOC, but this is a fanfiction. having OOC characters should be expected. But I do know how Ike behaves since I've played his Fire Emblem game quite a bit. However, I'm purposefully changing his character around a bit for the sake of this story. Hope you all don't mind.
Anyway, I'll try to get this all done by Christmas day. Again, it's not a long story, so it should be doable. I would like it, however, if you could leave me a review before you move onto your next story saying how you liked my tribute to Christmas. They are always very helpful.
Well, I won't hold you up with this author's note anymore. Go ahead and read away to your hearts content. Until the next update to this or any of the other stories I'm currently working on everybody!
Chapter 1: The Start to Christmas Day
Here comes another ordinary day masked by immense festivities, a blue haired teen thought with a sigh as he sat next to a window in his simple room and watched the orange glow of the sun rising from the horizon. His elbow was resting on the window sill while his head was lying on his open palm with a look of boredom written all over his face. I don't really see what all the hype is about this holiday. Then again, I probably have a biased opinion since I never had much of a reason to celebrate because I only discovered the holiday two years ago, and practically nobody really considers me their friend.
With another sigh that seemed to hold a slight edge of depression in it, the blue haired teen tore himself away from the window and got up from his simple wooden chair. As he was stretching his limbs, he took a look at his current living quarters that he had called his own personal space within Smash Mansion for the past two or so years he had been here. Everything was basically the same from when he first came, the spring mattress that had sheets and bed covers tailored to the occupant's liking with what looked to be bed clothes lying haphazardly on it, white walls that were a staple with every single occupant room with a couple of simple pictures here and there, and the simple furnishings that every room needed in order to be adequately lived in. Next to his bed was a dresser that had an alarm clock sitting on top with red numbers indicating that it had just passed seven in the morning.
Why is it that I always manage to wake up earlier when the day is celebrating some kind of holiday than I do on other regular days? he continued with his inner monologue as he ruffled his slightly messy and tousled hair before quickly glancing out the window again and saw that snow started to lightly fall onto the currently snowless ground. I guess it's just my body's way of avoiding being rudely awakened by that one odd person who's going to be insanely excited about the day. And speaking of which, I have a feeling someone's going to try and break down my door anytime soon, he thought with an amused smile before walking over to his dresser drawer situated towards the left of his window and grabbing a dark green and well-worn bandanna off of the top.
Just as he was expertly tying it just underneath his bangs without any hesitation so as to give his hair some semblance of order without really trying, he heard a series of excited footsteps lightly pounding in the hallway outside before the sounds of equally excited knocks at his door came with it. Apparently, his intuition was right on that accord, and he inwardly braced himself for the excited voice of the one person he had come to call a friend in his whole two years of living in the mansion.
"Time to wake up, sleepyhead Ike!" the excited voice exclaimed through the wooden door as he continued to excessively knock against it. This was definitely what he had been subconsciously bracing himself for by waking up early. "You can't sleep in on a day like this. Don't you remember what today is? It's Christmas Day!"
"So I gathered," he responded in a nonchalant fashion in an attempt to show he could care less, but the grin making its way onto his face said otherwise. He then decided to make his way to the door in order to open it before the other person knocked it completely off its hinges. "That's still no excuse to go around and destroy my poor door that's been battered by you for only the goddess knows how long."
"Hey, it was just that one time I nearly knocked right through your door," the other person said with what sounded like a pout just as the blue haired teen named Ike opened the door and thus stopped the admittedly annoying knocks. "And it isn't as though I really left any kind of damage that you really need to fix. You can barely see the dent I made unless you actually really looked for it."
"That's because I went and tried to put as much paint as I could on that dent while patching up the paint loss, Pit," Ike responded as he allowed the person in. "You're just lucky that it managed to fix things up to a reasonable point."
The somewhat small person now known to be Pit who was almost a head shorter than Ike simply gave off a shrug of his shoulders. His wings with feathers colored with only the purest of white gave a small innocent flap as a way to accentuate his nonchalant behavior at a memory that was definitely in the past. Despite it currently being in the winter season where the air was most definitely cold, the winged teenager was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a short sleeved blue shirt along with a pair of brown sandals.
"Eh, it's not as though you're going to go and kill me for that," Pit responded as he looked out the window with an eagerness fitting for a young child who had just been given candy from his parents. "You're too forgiving to go killing off people for trivial things like people causing disfigurations to your property."
"So says the young angel who has it in his head that he knows everything about me," the blue haired guy said in a teasing manner and a smile before approaching the other and playfully ruffling his locks of brown hair.
"I'm only a little over a year younger than you, you know?" the angel argued as he tried to escape the offending arm by tugging at the other's long sleeved black shirt. This action proved to have been in vain because of the simple fact that he was a rather scrawny guy while the other had a good set of muscles. "The last time I checked, that hardly counts as me being young in any sense of the word."
"So what if you're a year below my eighteen? You sometimes act so childish that even I sometimes think if you lied about your age. Honestly, I always thought that angels were supposed to be these divine people who made sure to always have their goals in mind at all times and to never goof off under any circumstances."
"I think you're confusing me with one of the high archangels who's only purpose for existing is to make sure that balance and harmony prevail throughout the worlds they're assigned to watch over and commit to nothing else for as long as they should exist lest they face the thought of complete and utter erasure at the hands of the leader of all angels," the younger one spoke out all in one breath as he finally broke free from the offending hand and moved towards the bed where he decided to sit on. He then continued on with a deep breath, "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be here talking to you right now if I were one of them."
"And its times just like this where I just can't believe you when you say you're the commander of an angel army set to keep demons away from our lands," Ike stated before giving off an amused shake of his head. "I'd believe you more if you said a member of the angel army instead of their leader. You act too childish to be a leader."
"That's why they say to never judge a book by its cover. You never know when you might encounter something awesome in the most unusual of places, like me being a commander while acting excitable at the same time. And the unexpected just might end up being the thing that'll save your life in the long run.
"Anyway, we're just starting to waste the morning away," Pit continued on just as he bounced off the bed and headed towards the doorway before turning around to face the other. "It's Christmas Morning right now, and we're all going to have our Christmas breakfast together in the dining room. I just came up here to get you so we would be able to get first dibs on the good food. So come on; hurry up before everybody wakes up and starts crowding the tables and eat all the good stuff!"
"I'm sure the Christmas chefs the Hands hired to cook for us today made sure to make extras of everything!" the blue haired teen shouted at the quickly retreating form of the angel before he heard footsteps running down the stairs. "There's no need to run down the stairs and risk breaking your neck." He then said to himself with a sigh, "I swear; he honestly can't be an angel army commander what with the way he acts. He doesn't even act at all like the angels my mom used to describe to me as a kid."
Before he decided on following Pit down the stairs, he went towards his bed where Pit had been sitting and bouncing on a bit just moments earlier. Getting onto his knees, he put his hand underneath it in an attempt to reach for something that he no doubt placed there. And after spending a couple moments of blindly searching, his hand struck something kind of hard and immediately wrapped around it in order to get it out.
Then again, it's usually on certain occasions like this when he starts to get particularly excitable, he thought with a smile as he held in his hand a square box simply wrapped in bright green and red wrapping paper. There was no fancy bow or string around the box, but the bright color itself seemed to have offset that fact. I guess it's only fair to give him something to help remind him of the fun he had this year.
While Ike honestly did not have a good idea as to the direct meaning of what Christmas was, he had experienced enough of it from last year to know that it had to do with hanging out with friends and exchanging gifts to show that they cared for each other. At least that was what he had figured it to be from his short experience with it. He did not really participate much on the festivities then because of the fact that he did not know much about the tradition and that he really did not have any friends to celebrate it with.
Actually, he still did not really have any of the current residents at the Smash Mansion that he considered to be his friends. While it was true he saw them as rivals and even great allies whom he could rely upon when thrown into team battles, he did not really have much of a good relationship with everybody beyond it. Despite having been the leader of the Greil Mercenaries and commander of the entire Crimean Liberation Army back on Tellius, he was not much of a people person. With that said, he tended to have a hard time making friends whenever faced with situations outside of his personal comfort zone, and this tends to give others the impression that he prefers to hang out by himself.
The only person he had managed to make what he figured to be a friendship with outside of the tournament field was the young energetic and excitable angel that had just left his room after more or less bugging him, Pit. Of course, the angel tended to act chummy to everybody, including the potential enemy provided that they did not try to kill him first. It was probably just a part of his undeniably likable character to basically spread cheer whenever he could so as to not let anybody feel left out of anything. That also tended to be a bit of a weakness of his, but he always knew how to rebound back from problems like that.
And even if they really were honest-to-goodness friends, he still did not feel like wanting to participate in the grand festivities that were sure to take place right after breakfast. Last year on his first official Christmas celebration, he could not help but to feel just a bit jealous at how everybody around him were receiving gifts while he just sat in the circle like an awkward fifth wheel. He did not want to feel like the awkward person this time around, so he figured he would just make himself scarce after the Christmas breakfast was over. If he were the type to have skipped breakfast in the morning, he probably would have planned to do that, as well. However, a certain angel that had talked to him earlier was most likely expecting him in the dining room soon, so avoiding that was definitely going to be out of the question.
I guess I better hurry up and bring his present down to the Christmas tree they have set up in the common room before heading to the dining room, he thought with a shake of his head to bring himself out of his deep thoughts before calmly leaving his room. Knowing Pit, he'd probably come back up to look for me if I don't get to the Christmas breakfast soon. Last thing I need now is for a hyper angel on my back asking me why I'm lagging.
And with one more amused shake of his head at his friend's predictable antics, Ike had his brightly wrapped gift in one hand and carefully closed his room door with the other before heading towards the stairs in the hallway that would lead him to the common room.
Well, I hope that you all liked the first chapter to my tribute to Christmas for you all. This is my first time in all my four years of posting stories on here have I ever tried to write a story based on a holiday. To be honest, it's very fun, especially when it involves a character who I barely have any idea how he acts yet have some semblance of how he is by reading other fanfictions.
But yeah, as I said earlier in the top author's note, I'll try to get this story all done by the time Christmas Day comes around. Since I'm spending Christmas at home with my family, I have lots of time to be working on this. That's probably the beauty of being at home when you're on vacation from college and don't have to worry about traveling back to dorms when you still live at home. It sure does save a lot of money on the commute.
And just as a little side note to you all, today's my birthday! I'm right now posting this at one in the morning, so there's really no need to celebrate it just yet. I just figured I'd celebrate it with you all right now since I'm posting this. I can't believe that I'm going to be twenty. I just don't feel like I'm really twenty, more like I'm still supposed to be in high school or something. That just tells you all how time can pass by without you knowing.
That's enough of that now. I'll let you all go now. But please don't forget to leave a review telling me how you think this chapter was for you all. They are always very helpful, especially when they have constructive criticism tied into it. Well, I'll see you all on the next update to this or any of my other stories that I'm currently still working on everybody!
