No Mistakes

A SSBB Fanfic

Chapter 1

Samus Aran was bleeding. Cursing herself for being careless, she struggled across her chamber to her bathroom to look at herself. This was the fourth time in 2 days she had cut herself with her own glitched-up beam sword.

I don't know what the fuck Zelda did to it Samus thought furiously, but I am never letting her use anything of mine again.

Samus winced as she remembered how Zelda had borrowed her beam sword during a tournament and after being boiled in Kirby's melting pot multiple times, the weapon was now worse than useless.

Then again, it wasn't her fault. Samus acknowledged ruefully. At least Link was understanding.

Samus blushed without realizing it. Ever since first meeting Hyrulean Hero, it had been awkward for her to talk to him. Link was a very attractive young man. She had seen him bare chested several times, and even though he was covered in multiple scars, she didn't think this made him unattractive. On the contrary, it attracted her more, for it was quite obvious that Link had been places and been through a lot of hell in each place.

But more than anything, he was understanding. He, at least, understood that her experiences in fighting had left her a different person. And he, at least respected her privacy. Unlike the other men around here.

Samus couldn't help but scowl. Ever since she had finally started fighting in her Zero Suit, every testosterone-driven male around her had been ogling her body. Link was one of the few, along with Marth, Ike, Falco, Kirby, and Sonic, who was intelligent enough and sensitive enough to respect her privacy. The others...not so much.

Samus often cursed herself for having such an attractive body. She knew it wasn't her fault, but she still felt like someone ought to send her into explosion for having such a nigh-on-perfect body. She had regretted fighting in her Zero Suit from day one, but now it was too late to change that. It had its benefits, but the liabilities far outweighed them.

The buzzer of her chamber door shattered her thoughts.

"Hey, Samus, you alright in there? It sounded like a Wire Frame got loose in there."

It was Marth.

"I'm fine, my beam sword just went faulty again." Samus replied.

"Again?! That's 4 times in less than 48 hours!"

"Don't remind me, Marth!"

"I'm just making an observation, take it as you will."

Smartass. "Well, is there a particular reason why we're communicating like this?"

"Thought you'd want help with your cut?"

"No thanks, I'll be fine."

"Okay. I guess I'll see you at breakfast."

As Marth's footsteps retreated, Samus thought Marth's relationship with Zelda.

It had been rather unexpected when Samus had heard that Marth and Zelda were dating. A lot of people had assumed Marth was gay and that Zelda was a lesbian, and to have both assumptions proved wrong simultaneously was a shocker to say least.

Samus shook her head and focused on getting ready as she searched her closet for a clean set of underclothes. As she undid her bra, she thought of what Link had once called her. He had called her 'beautiful'. Not 'sexy' or 'hot' or 'curvaceous' or 'voluptuous' or 'busty' or 'Miss T & A' like the other morons had called her (as if she need reminding about her own physical beauty). He had said 'beautiful'. He was the only one who had ever called her that. That, for her, was a sign.

He must really like me as a person. Samus thought as she slid her arms into a new bra and clasped it. I know, 'beautiful' is a physical description, but it's more than that. He's very shy around me. This made her smile. Link always blushed when it came to talking about Samus. And she knew that it wasn't a blush because he was so enticed by her beauty. She knew it was a blush that meant he liked her as a person. The only thing anyone else sees is my body Samus thought as she donned her Zero Suit.

Samus felt exposed even when wearing the Zero Suit, but it made no sense to wear her power suit for something as trivial as a morning meal. Samus suddenly realized that she'd been feeling vulnerable, which wasn't like her. Geez, when did I start acting so...feminine? I'm supposed to be better than this.

Several hours later, Samus found herself on the treadmill, with her headphones blocking out all other sound. As Drowning Pool's "Bodies" blared through her phones, Samus took the speed up a notch, going from her average running speed of 5.7 mph to 7, giving her a chance to push her limit. She knew there was a high chance someone was peeking at her to watch her bouncing breasts and jiggling arse, but she didn't care. Hell, if someone tried groping me just now, I'd love an excuse for a good fight. If there was one thing Samus hated, it was groping without her permission, not that she'd give it anyway. As far as she was concerned, NO man would EVER have her permission to touch her personal areas. Well...maybe except Link...Samus found herself thinking and shook her head, trying to focus on her excursions on the treadmill.

It was too late. Her momentary distraction caused her to lose track of her rhythm and seconds later, Samus found herself flat on her stomach on the gym floor.

Samus suddenly found that someone was helping her up.

"Miss Aran, are you alright?"

Samus turned a deep shade of scarlet. Only one person EVER called her 'Miss Aran'. She slowly looked up and saw that it was Link who was standing over her helping her up. Link was blushing as well.

Why's he blushing? The thought had barely finished forming when Link turned around pointedly. "Miss Aran, I suggest you cover yourself." Samus looked down and yelped. The chest of her Zero Suit was gone. Samus immediately covered herself with her towel and took off to her chamber.

Unfortunately there was one obstacle that stood between her and her chamber. Captain Falcon.

"Hey there, hotness. This is pretty sudden for you."

Samus didn't bother responding and roundhouse kicked him right in the jaw before sprinting the last few meters to her chamber, locking it thoroughly before finally relaxing.

Falcon set that up to happen, I know he did. No one else would be so bold with trying to strip me. I swear, I am going to kill him.