Hiya! Twilight here! (Although the greeting gave that away) I'm going for-yet- another romance story. As a challenge I'm going for a pairing I've never actually heard of. Cross your fingers and pray I don't die half way through.

~ Velvet Mountains ~

Angel: Definition;

A spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God, conventionally represented in human form with wings and a long robe.

Pit flew through the crystal skies, his wings beating and reflecting the sun's harsh rays, as sweat formed over a weak brow that threatend to spill the salty liquid. He'd been flying for hours through the different stages, scouting for the different beings that inhabited the wide-spanning area. The task was proving incredibly difficult in the sense that his wings were much smaller than they should've been, therefore his flying was limited to five minutes. Then rest. Then five minutes. Then rest.

In reality, his hour long flight had only gotten him through three stages, and he'd spotted only four of the residents. He shut his eyes and shielded his face with his hand as the mist of a 'Stage Barrier' (As the deity hand choose to call them) flowed around his form, leaving a small trail of glinting light particles behind him.

He shook his head and looked down, his vision was blurred from the ripping anger in his chest. In all honesty, although it was his duty to take roll call of all the 'Beings who roamed this forsaken land' (As he choose to call them) He'd come on this flight to avoid further blow-up. His best friend! His best friend had done something of such unspeakable- he wouldn't even finish the thought. He felt his face growing red, though decided to blame it on exhaustion instead of the lump in his throat.

He took his landing on a jetting cliff, pulled out his water flask and greedily drank the cool liquid, allowing himself to get lost in the refreshing slither. He gave into the false hope that the drink had washed away the burn he refused to feel. Although, he could feel that deadly anger he hated so much, and still refusing to acknowledge it, he jumped off the cliff.

His wings spread wide and he lost himself to the wind rushing through his ears. The rush was short lived, leaving him numb and hollow. He couldn't even bring himself to look for the ones below him, not even to see what stage he'd entered. His own selfishness had gotten him this, this sour taste in his mouth and burning in his throat...

He should've seen it coming, it was something even he knew couldn't be stopped, yet he still wished he hadn't been the one to witness it. He'd been so, so... Stupid! He couldn't believe himself, the Pit back there, three or so stages, was not the real Pit. It amazed him what little self-control he had, he tried to be calm and settle while most stressed themselves to the lonely lives they led on. Trying to make believe they had friends of any sort.

He passed through another Wall, nearly falling out of the sky when the sun crashed into his red-rimmed eyes. He looked down, nothing but a dry unending desert of burning red sand. He realized he'd been flying for longer than he should have and quickly became light headed. His first instinct was to land. Staring down at the deadly wasteland, it seemed to be glaring at him with hate-filled eyes that promised to end any who dare land.

A sudden darkness washed over him, leaving him with no care of a demise that may be awaiting him. His life had been ruined as it was, and his wings were growing unbearably heavy on his shoulders. He was sure to fall if his choice wasn't land, he assumed that would give him at least SOME chance of surviving. Of course, that thought made him reconsider.

He found a quiet, picturesque spot near a pool of water and gambled with his chances on it being an illusion. He drifted into a rough landing due to anger, falling to his knees and crawling to the edge of the oasis. He dipped his hands in and nearly shouted his thanks that it was real, he drank as heavily as he could before retiring to the shade of a nearby rock.

The only thing that made him further question his sanity, was the light panting he could hear just behind him... He convinced himself that it was only his ears ringing, due to the blistering heat from the sand. He shut his eyes, trying for rest, but not sleep. He feared that if he fell asleep here, he'd wake to late and be burnt from head to toe, as his shining white robe provided little coverage from the sun.

Several moments past and he'd been driven mad by the panting noise. He got up with a huff and jerked around the corner of the rock, finding something of a shock where he'd hoped to find nothing. Zelda was lying there, red faced and panting, her eyes shut, brow curled. He slowly edged his way closer to her and leaned down, trying to examine the girl.

It was impossible! He'd just seen Zelda, she was half the source of his anger, but he didn't feel it towards her now... He had to wonder how she'd beaten him out, he may have many delays, but he was faster than anyone on foot. He tried his best to figure how, but he could only come up blank.

A sudden memory of Zelda telling him of a twin, or something, a girl she tagged with in battle... Sheik. He looked over her clothing, the odd teardrop symbol painted on her shirt, different bandages wrapped around a rather slim figure... He shook her, realizing that she could've been out there for days and no one would notice, considering He'd never seen her and she'd been living with Zelda for all this time.

Her eyes fluttered open and she near slapped him, although her force proved weak and he caught her hand mere inches from his face. He pulled out his water flask and forced it to her cracked lips, letting her tear into every last drop.

Of course, Sheik was fearing the worst. When one wakes in a desert after being there for who-knows how many days, and then finds herself staring into the eyes of an angel, it could only be interpreted in oh so many ways. She forced herself to a sitting position, instantly regretting it as a wave of dizziness swept over her. She felt his hand on her back and caught the smile he gave her.

He looked at her flaming red eyes, by now they nearly matched the shade of her skin from the horrid rays. "What could bring one out to such a place?" He asked, trying his best to not strike more fear in her. She shook her head and mumbled something under her breath, a single word that managed to catch him completely off guard.

"Velvet."

He quirked his brow, fearing that she'd gone mad in the sun. Although, her eyes didn't read insanity, they read utter assurance. He blinked, trying figure what sort of 'velvet' brought a person out to this unholy place. She took his hand, as though she was reading his thoughts, and softly pressed it in the warm sand. "Velvet." She repeated, letting him take in the feeling of the softness under his hand.

He could've slapped himself. He was so busy trying to get away from this burning hell, he hadn't even noticed how soft it was, Velvet soft... He sunk back on the rock beside her, complete disbelief painted on his features. He finally took a moment to look around, to see the rolling dunes and blowing sand. Sweeping it's way along the ground, as though it was trying clear away all life so it would remain the beautiful place it was.

The distant sandy mountains seemed to stick with him, he couldn't take his eyes off them... "Velvet..." He mumbled, placing his hand on top of hers. "Velvet." She echoed, joining him in the longing gaze to the mountains.

The Velvet Mountains.

Can we say out of character? Well, what if I told you I made this up as I went along? Kindly don't flame me! But reviews/comment/criticism is always welcome! PitxShiek... Never heard of it, never considered it... Just fell in love with it! There might be a part two, depending on the reviews...

~TheTwilightWarrior