A/N :Hey everyone, It's your favorite author, Princess DiMimi! Jk, probably not. But maybe one day I will be… teehee! =) I am really excited to do this! If you haven't seen Little Miss Independence's challenge, check it out! Basically you do 100 works based around the list of words that she listed in the challenge. I am going to take a stab at this, and hopefully you all like it! Well, read and enjoy! :D

Lonely

Blonde hair and blue eyes defined her appearance. This wasn't Princess Peach. She was no goody goody princess. No, this was Samus. Samus Aran the Bounty Hunter. The blonde didn't feel lonely, she just felt quieter than the rest. She sat far away from all the other brawlers who loved to converse and interact. It seemed that that just wasn't her type of thing. She was a bounty hunter for goodness sakes. She was no socialite. She picked at a seam of her suit, and sat quietly on the couch, gazing off into space. Smash Mansion was a huge facility. It was a huge mansion with at least 100 rooms to accommodate workers, Assist Trophies, and of course, the Brawlers. Samus sat in a dark room, and enjoyed the quiet peace. She wasn't lonely, she preferred things be this way. She preferred the darkness.

As Samus fell deep into thought, she pondered many things. Why had she stayed here in the company of all these other Smashers? Why didn't she just go home? Home was a foreign word to Samus. She hadn't had the luxury of a home for long, since it was destroyed and all. She missed it, even if she could hardly remember the place. She had spent many hours alone. Most of her life she had been alone, and she had no desire to change it. That is, unless someone else decided to.

A white-clad angel boy glided into the dark room. It seemed he hadn't noticed the lonesome girl in the corner. But he had. He lightly sat next to her. He didn't say a word; he just enjoyed the silence with her. He said nothing, asked for nothing, but sat quietly with the blonde haired beauty. Samus was stunned and was about to protest at his presence. But she didn't, because she realized that being alone wasn't what it was all cut out to be. She began to realize that having a cold heart and shutting everyone out wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to be understood. She wanted someone, anyone, to realize that that was who she was. She wasn't a social person, but rather, she enjoyed keeping to herself. She just wanted someone to try and figure her out. Even if it was an immortal angel.

It must've been some kind of sick twisted joke, she thought. Bringing the purest and the most sinful characters in the house together in a dark room must've been the most ironic and hilarious thing anyone could've witnessed. There was no laughter, no teasing, and no whining why she was the way she was. There was just a quiet aura that filled the room with his warmth. She wondered what his intentions were. Was this a dare? Some prank pulled by one of the boys? She wouldn't stand to be toyed with. She glanced over and looked at him, searching for the wicked smirk on his face. She saw nothing but a peaceful angel with his eyes closed and his breathing steady. He was at peace, even though he seemed to be asleep with a bounty hunter sitting 10 inches away from him.

She seemed lulled by his…well…angelic appearance, and slowly found herself drifting to sleep next to the seemingly young angel. She closed her ice blue eyes and slipped into the warmth of companionship. She dreamt sweetly for once, and her usual nightmares disappeared. The young angel looked over and smiled, he had accomplished his mission. He knew Samus had to be lonesome, so he took it upon himself to befriend her. Sure, she wouldn't be the most talkative friend, but she needed a friend just like everyone else in Smash Mansion. The brown haired angel decided he would be the one.

She looked very peaceful as she rested on the couch. Her usual stiff and cold features were softened, and she seemed so much different. Her usual angled features were gently rounded, and her expression seemed relaxed. He had no idea how stressful it was to put on a façade like that. He knew she was quiet, but he also knew that Samus wasn't an ice queen. She had gone out of her way to do plenty of nice things for people. It was just the fact that she hadn't needed the recognition. She hadn't requested a thank you, or any acknowledgement. She just wanted her peace. He looked over at her again and caught his wing delicately brushing her face. His face reddened. Stupid wings. They had a mind of their own. He sighed and noticed her uncomfortable position. He walked over to her and picked her up in his arms. For a girl with so much muscle and flexibility, she was fairly light. He glided off, up to the main rooms of the mansion.

Samus blinked slightly as she awoke. She saw the sun shining delicately through her window and awoke with a stretch. She looked around and noticed her surroundings. She was in her room. She glanced around rapidly to see how she got there, but found no one. She walked over quietly to the desk, and found a feathery white note. She looked at it and began to read it.

There's always an angel here in case you ever get lonely again. ~Pit

Samus really hoped angels kept their promises, because she was going to be visiting a certain angel named Pit very soon. Maybe being lonely wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

A/N: Review if you like, this story is for fun and gets the brain juices flowing for my other stories. Got some criticism or positive feedback? Review and give me some tips! Thanks for reading!