Crystal Nothings

Disclaimer: All characters represented in this story are owned by Nintendo and/or Hal Labs., GameFREAK, or Creatures Inc.

This story is rated T for violence, language, and sexual scenes. This is a shoen-ai fic. There is also shojo-ai. If you don't like the above types of pairings, then read no further.

There is slight OOC and AU as well. Check you fire on the flames. Enjoy!

Samus Aran walked down the dark hallways. Rows and rows of torches burned, keeping the hallway bright. The torches were so out of place. They looked like they should be hung in a gothic castle. But it wasn't a creepy gothic castle. It was a warm and comforting mansion with bright red carpets and unusually cheery paintings hanging on the odd blue walls.

"Like Bowser's!" Samus said aloud with a grin, which was something she rarely did. But she enjoyed her alone time, allowing her to think her own thoughts without worry or prejudice. Her long, dark history of blood and murder had hardened her in a way, making her the cold, icy person they knew today.

As she kept walking, her mind wandered to other things. Other people, other events that she had recently come into contact with over the past week.

Samus Aran and twenty-four others had been invited to this beautiful place from all corners of the universe. She had met many odd people, such as an elven warrior, a princess who ruled over a world of mushrooms, and a talking fox. These people offered new insights into Samus's life, and she knew she could learn from them.

But Samus was not a social person. She would not put in the effort to learn from these people. She had garnered a reputation as "The Ice Queen," because she was cold and never talked to anyone. She kept her shell closed and never let anyone in, knowing that she would only have her spirit broken. So her fellow roommates had learned to leave the Ice Queen alone. And they did. That made them smart, in a way she supposed.

Samus was snapped out of her reverie as she crashed into another walking in the opposite direction, nose buried in a magazine. Samus spilled to the floor, grunting in pain as her butt slapped against the armor she was wearing.

"Why don't you--!" Samus cut herself short when she saw who she had knocked over.

Link stood up groggily, rubbing his temple and sighing. His magazine (which appeared to be some kind of archery magazine according to Samus) lay on the floor, momentarily forgotten. "Sorry Samus. Didn't see you there!"

Samus giggled quietly and turned away. "It's fine Link. But you might want to pick up your towel!" Link looked down and saw that the towel he had been wearing around his waist had fallen off. He was standing in front of the female bounty hunter completely naked. His light, silky skin glowing in the torch-light. He immediately blushed a deep crimson, wrapped the towel around his waist again, and grabbed the magazine.

"'Night Samus." And he took off, his left hand tightly gripping the towel.

"Goodnight…" But Link was already gone.

"Shit!" Samus kicked the ground and kept walking. "I fucked it up again." She couldn't deny her feelings for Link. She knew she liked him…a lot. And she had just seen his… yeah, and acted like a little school girl who just got a new Stacie doll. But what about Link was there NOT to love? His eyes, his smile, and the way his muscles rippled when he walked. His tight, hard abs. The kindness that made Samus's hard shell crack instantly. But just because she couldn't deny it, didn't mean she could understand it. She had never felt this feeling before. It was like a million tiny butterflies floated around in her stomach whenever he was around. Nothing else seemed to matter when Link was in the room. Only Link brought it out. And she was a complete, bumbling fool around him.

Samus made it to her familiar red door. Her night had just been completely screwed up. She stuck the key in the lock and opened it and shut it behind her, not even bothering to notice that someone had been watching from his room across the hall.

Captain Falcon sighed as he watched the woman he loved walk into her room. Clearly she was unhappy about something. The woman was incredibly easy to read. He hadn't seen much of Samus since they'd arrived here. But what he had seen, he savored. He loved the way her hips swayed underneath her armor when she walked. The way her shiny blonde hair bounced on her head when she took her helmet off to eat. Her calm, cool demeanor always soothed him when he was angry. Even if she didn't like to be social, she was still a good person to talk to about your problems, because she would be completely indifferent to the situation.

Falcon sighed again. How would he find the words to tell his love how he felt about her? He had tried everything. He tried coming to the breakfast table without a shirt on. He tried coming to the lunch table with his spandex suit clung tight to his chest. Zelda and Peach seemed to notice, and giggled wildly when he did. But Samus would remain indifferent as usual, absorbed in a conversation with Link.

"I don't have a chance," Falcon muttered. He turned away from Samus's door and walked into his own room, slamming the door rather loudly and nearly breaking the lock while he was turning it.

"Samus was acting strangely tonight," Link said to himself as he threw the towel onto his bed. He stretched his long, elegant arms and sighed. He would never walk around the mansion like this. But it felt great walking around his room naked. He felt free and strong. It was a lot more comfortable too. Link licked his lips, thinking of tomorrow's breakfast menu. Pancakes with toast and cherry jam. Delicious.

The Hero of Twilight once again turned his thoughts to the bounty hunter's behavior this evening. "Something must be wrong. She's never so…happy." Link felt terrible saying it, but it was true. The Huntress almost always had her helmet on, and when she didn't, a cold frown was always plastered on her face. "Except for when I talk to her, then she seems happy. Maybe I'm getting through to her somehow." Link smiled, liking the thought that he was helping someone. Of course, being naïve as he was, he had no clue as to Samus's feelings. He climbed into his bed and snuggled up to the warm body in his bed next to him.

"Enjoy your shower, Link?"

"Very much." Link smiled, "Although it would have been better if you were with me."

Falco managed to pull a sharp right as the beam of light from Andross's heat seeker missle swept past, just barely skimming his Arwing. He barrel-rolled to the left and flipped up into the air, and he fired mercilessly at the shining spot on Andross's hand. Andross let out a screeching roar and blindly fired another missle. There was a loud CRASH, and a familliar blue Arwing began to spirtal towards the barren planet below them.

"Falco!" Fox's voice crackled from the ship speaker. "Falco, I'm going down! I don't think I'm going to make it!!"

"Fox, NO!!" screamed Falco, the tears already beginning to stream down his feathered cheeks.

"Falco. Don't cry for me. If I don't make it out of this. Just know that...I will always love you."

"FOOOX!!!!!" Falco shot up in his bed, sweat dripping down his toned, feathered body. His door was thrust open, and Fox led the charge of concerned smashers into Falco's room. Falco could see Samus, Roy, Yoshi, Zelda, Sheik, Mewtwo, Peach, Marth and-

"Fox!" Falco cried in relief. He leapt up from his bed and wrapped his arms around the bewildered animal's waist. "Thank God you're here!"

"Yeah." Fox looked questioningly at Falco. "I'm right here beside you. Why wouldn't I be?

"Falco?" asked Peach. "Are you okay?" She took a small cloth and began to dab at the bird's wet body.

"I...I'm fine."

Falco's best friend grabbed his shoulders. "Falco." Fox said sternly. "We've been best friends for 10 years. I can tell when something is wrong. So please talk to me."

Falco looked pointedly at the others. They took the hint and left the room. A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd as they trudged tiredly back to their rooms.

"Falco."

"I just...I just had a little nightmare thats all."

"That's it."

"Yes, Fox." Falco said angrily. "That's it. Now will you fuck off?"

Fox looked shocked. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but let it fall shut. He turned on his heel, dejected, and left Falco to his own devices.

"I shouldn't have done that," Falco chided himself. Falco felt terrible for acting that way towards his friend, but there was no way he could find out how he felt about him. What would he say? How would he react?

Falco didn't know. He hid it well, however. He and Fox argued all the time, and it was mostly dismissed by the others as friendly scuffles.

Falco jumped out of bed. He rushed to his door and threw it open.

"Fox!" No response. He looked around. Everyone was already back inside their rooms.

"Fox..."

"Drama, drama, drama," Fox muttered. "It's all about the drama in this place."

"Fox..." Fox could hear his friend calling him, but he decided that he would ignore him for now. He snorted.

"That feather-brain wants to talk to me like that than forget about him. I'm going to bed."

The past week, things had gotten very tense around the house. Captain Falcon had been making his feelings for Samus blantantly obvious. He followed her around. He had made numerous attempts to cuddle up to her. And Samus, being the frightfully cold person she was, always rejected him, either turning to scream at him or simply getting up and walking away.

Not that Link's relationship with a certain or other smasher in the house was exactly subtle. Link tried to hide his feelings in public. But his partner paid no mind to what other people said or thought. When the two Ice Climbers had been whispering about the two in the hallway, he had simply stopped, given Popo a truly evil glare, and the hooded child had shut-up instantly.

It was all so stupid. Fox didn't have time for such trivial things like love. He had more important thoughts, like tomorrow's match. He was to fight against Pikachu.

"That idiot mouse is not going to win." Fox kissed his lucky horseshoe and climbed into bed. As he drifted into sleep, he couldn't help but turn his thoughts to his best friend.