Alright folks, here's the deal. I came up with the idea for this fanfic while listening to Katy Perry's E.T. (boy, you can already tell it's going to be good! Lolsarcasm). It got me thinking about not simply Pit, but actual angels in general. I did a bit of research on sightings and religious text concerning angels, and got a whole new perspective of our winged guardians. I'll lay it out for you, algebraic style:
Standard Qualitative Definition of Angel: Supernatural, Mysterious, Powerful
The equation for Pit:
Pit = Standard Definition of Angel – Mysterious + Sense of Humor + Childlike
Therefore, by using the properties of algebraic equations, we can do the following:
Pit + Mysterious + Childlike + Powerful x 2 – Sense of Humor = The Version of Pit I Will Be Using in this Fic.
There you have it. If you came here looking for a fic with a jokey-joke-joke Pit, go back to A Smash Bros. Summer. This particular one will be dark, and a tad peculiar, with little glimmers of humor thrown in here and there.
You guys ready? Let's get this party started.
Ship Log: 4773
Date: January 26 3611
Aran, Samus
10:31 P.M.
The events of the past few days have been becoming increasingly, interesting, to say the least. On the day of January 23, year 3611, a malfunction in my ship's NavDec caused me to jump unwittingly into deep Space Pirate territory. I suppose it was not surprising to run into a Pirate convoy only a few minutes after completing a space-jump cycle. Outnumbered and overwhelmed, and taking a fierce beating, I hastily retreated to the Kelsar Meteor Belt, a remote location in the lower-left quadrant of their territory. From then on, I've been camped out on this desolate asteroid, scrambling to make repairs to my ship's navigational processors while massive enemy patrols scour the belt, thirsty for my blood as ever. It's only a matter of time before they discover my hiding place and exterminate me like some kind of vermin.
Something about the current cave I've stationed myself in seems peculiar. It doesn't seem natural in the slightest. For one, it expands far down into the core of the asteroid, much farther than any other I've ever witnessed. Secondly, it was freshly made. There are no signs of age whatsoever, and the entire cave has an oddly smooth texture to the floor, roof, and walls, almost as if something had been flung into the asteroid with such great force it created the cave as its impact crater and now rests at the center. The structural integrity of the cave is highly unreliable, so this is plausible. I will investigate the interior of the cavern tomorrow. Perhaps whatever's down there could be of some use to my damaged ship.
Signing off.
*END ENTRY*
The next morning, a determined Samus and a half-dead Varia suit stomped out of the wounded Hunter Gunship that had served for her HQ for the past four days. The cavern floor cracked and crumbled under the mighty heel of her steel boots, hardly audible in the thin atmosphere of the asteroid. It wasn't long until she was deep within the cave, which was vastly more expansive than she had expected. Her weakened suit was all that lighted the walls, painting neon-green slashes of color that served as her companions.
Whatever's at the bottom of this cave must be in shambles, she thought, for it to be flung this deep into solid rock.
One hour passed. Two hours. Samus was beginning to wonder if this cave would ever end. Her suit's built-in pedometer stated that she had walked well over two miles on her descent, and the tunnel kept going. Her suit was down to 16%. It was time to head back before her suit, and oxygen supply, would begin to fail. The rhythmic beat of her footing stopped as she grinded to a halt. Giving an exasperated sigh at her empty hands, she about-faced and took one step forward…
Don't leave him.
She froze. Was she hearing voices? Her head swiveled about the cave, but there was no one present. She waited a few seconds to let the voice resound again.
But nothing happened.
Shaking it off as a weird side effect of oxygen deprivation, she continued her journey back.
Please don't leave him.
Again, she froze. It wasn't her own voice in her head, she deduced. It was more motherly, somewhat sweet, like the sound you would expect honey to make. The tone it possessed sounded desperate.
However, stubborn as Samus had always been, she refused to accept the voice's pleas as real, and continued on.
Please, Samus! Don't leave him here to die!
She jumped. How did it know her name? Who was this voice? And who was the "him" she kept referring to? Why wouldn't it just leave her alone?
It was obvious now that the voice was indeed real. Real and desperate to be heard. Finally overcoming her inhibitions, but not her suspicions, she half-heartedly responded in an unusually weak tone.
"Hello?" She spoke aloud.
Thank the stars you can hear me. Please, Samus, you must keep going, until you get to the center of the asteroid. My friend's life depends on it.
Now she was even more confused.
"Who are you?" Her eyes jumped around the cavern. "How do you know my name?"
None of that matters now! I just need you to keep going! Please! I can compensate you with whatever you want, just please, don't turn around!
Samus groaned. She was exhausted from her walk, and didn't especially feel like following the orders of the voices in her head. She gave an excuse instead.
"I'm sorry, er, voice, but my suit's almost out of power, and-"
Her eyes widened as the energy levels for her suit shot through the roof in less than a second.
There! Now you can keep going.
Samus was flabbergasted.
"W-what in the-?"
Like before, it doesn't matter! Just PLEASE, get to the end of the cave! It's not even that much farther, only about fifteen minutes!
"WAIT! Who are you?! What's at the end of this cave that's so important?! How did you charge my suit so quickly?! What is going on?!"
It took her a few minutes to realize that she was screaming to an empty cave. The voice had faded out, and now her thoughts had fallen silent.
She glimpsed back into the deeper parts of the cave. The shadow-ridden, midnight-black expanse seemed to stretch on without end, almost as if telling her that venturing down there was a fatal mistake.
However, the little angel on her shoulder whispered to her, reminding her that someone was in trouble down there. No matter how sketchy the details, or the source for that matter, she WAS Samus Aran. She was sworn to protect the galaxy, and every living thing that resided in it, like it or not.
With a just cause serving as her newfound strength, she trudged back around, into the hollowed recesses of the meteor.
Somewhat surprisingly, the voice was right, it wasn't that much farther to the center of impact at all. As Samus reached the end of the tunnel, she was confronted with an immense heap of shattered rock, undoubtedly shaken from the roof at the moment of the collision.
Whatever that voice wanted free must have been under that pile of debris.
Savoring the familiar sound of her charging arm cannon, Samus pointed her right hand at the collapsed granite and released her trigger. A brilliant yellow sphere was sent blazing through the cavern, lighting up the walls with a brief flash of canary.
ZORCH!
The rocks were blasted out of the way like balls of tissue paper in a hurricane. A massive wall of dust enshrouded the huntress after the shot pegged its target, decreasing the visibility in the cave to much less than it already was. Samus stumbled a few paces forward after all had subsided, arm cannon at the ready again, just in case this thing was hostile.
As she took another step forward, she jumped at the sound of a little movement. Flipping to her X-Ray Visor, she peered into the darkness in front of her, just to make sure she wouldn't be rushed by something.
It turned out that the voice was right. The first thing up on Samus's visor was a heartbeat, and a weak one at that. Someone was actually there, and had been lying under the rock for who knows how long.
Now satisfied with the safety of her surroundings, she hurried towards the heartbeat, which was slowing with every passing second. It was impossible to see normally through the pitch-blackness of the cave, so she had to rely on her scanner to lead her to the person's heat source. As soon as she was standing directly above it, she switched to her regular visor and dropped to one knee, allowing the light pulsing off her suit to illuminate the individual's features.
She found herself at a loss for words as she observed how handsome he was.
It was a teenage boy, around fifteen or so, with pale-looking skin and an even paler robe wrapped around his form. His head was topped with a messy mop of chocolate fudge hair, encompassed by what looked like an olive branch fabricated of pure gold. His cheeks looked fluffy and smooth, and his chin boasted power. His entire figure resembled that of a teenager, but he was somehow built muscularly, almost ridiculously for a body his size. Under his robe Samus could spy a pair of spandex shorts, and lower along his body were boots that covered his shins, but left his toes open in a sandal-like style. Golden buckles were everywhere on those boots, as well as the upper part of his robe. He looked like something out of a Shakespearean play.
Her vitality scanners popped up in her visor to caustically let her know that her heartbeat was beginning to skyrocket. In other words, she was starting to blush. Hurriedly she dismissed the notification and lifted the kid out of the rubble, taking great awe at how utterly light he was. However, she could feel, but not see, some kind of force pulling downward on his back, as if something hanging was throwing off her balance. Disinterestedly she lifted her cannon to behind the teen, so as to shed some light on what obstruction was hindering her movement.
Her eyes nearly bugged out of her visor as a blood-stained pair of white, feathery wings materialized from the darkness. Sure enough, they were growing out of the kid's back.
Samus froze. In a flash she had her scanning visor equipped, which unfortunately couldn't make heads or tails of the anomaly before her. It simply registered as:
UNRECOGNIZED SPECIES: NO DATA CURRENTLY AVAILABLE.
ACCESS GALACTIC FEDERATION DATABASE? YES/NO
Samus eagerly selected the "yes" option.
SEARCHING…
A few seconds passed.
NO RESULTS FOUND.
The suspicions and inquiries the huntress had fluttering about in her head increased tenfold. What was this, thing, that she was helping out of this cave? It certainly wasn't human, and not even the most powerful collection of data in the universe had a clue.
It might be best to just leave him down here, the huntress thought. I don't know what I might be getting into.
She shook her head.
No. I'm Samus Aran. If someone, or something, is in trouble, I help. That's just how it works. I can conduct better research back at my ship, anyway. Alright, whatever you are, up you go.
She gripped the teen forcefully by the waist and hoisted him up over her metal shoulder. It was incredibly easy, but as she turned to the way back, she discovered that she now had a bleeding wing blotting out half of her vision. She sighed and accepted it.
Ship Log: 4774
Date: January 27 3611
Aran, Samus
1:31 P.M.
It seems I was both right and wrong. There was indeed something at the bottom of the cavern, but it was of no use to my ship.
As I ventured through the cavern this morning, I was called to by an immaterialized voice, perhaps an apparition, to rescue someone at the center of the asteroid. Unsure, but determined, I did as told, and sure enough, there was someone, or perhaps something, waiting for me at the cavern's end. What I've discovered is an entirely new species, humanoid in form, yet with what appear to be avian appendages protruding from its back. It is clear now, after a full investigation of the specimen, that this is not a mutation. The genetic code specifies the development of wings in the subject, as well as many other fascinating and dangerous attributes, such as an extremely high rate of regeneration and complex, powerful muscle structure. From what I can tell, the specimen is adolescent, male, and has been unconscious for the past few days. I'm unsure if I want him to stay out cold or not. He might or might not be hostile. I'll have to keep my guard up, but for the time being, more research is required.
Haste is of absolute importance. The Space pirate patrols are starting include Sweepers. It's only a matter of time before they detect me.
Signing off.
*END ENTRY*
Sweepers were the most recent breakthrough in Space Pirate tech. Nothing special, simply a widespread bioscanner, but ship mounted and sent out like hunting dogs, typically escorted by a cruiser or two and a destroyer. It wasn't really a monumental accomplishment, but that meant that people on the run from the Space Pirates would have hell finding a safe place to hide. Samus, unfortunately, was one of those people.
At the remote control panel located in her ship's medical bay, Samus pulled up her ship's analysis programs, which she had set to examine the kid a few minutes earlier. Now he had been strapped forcefully to the hospital bed behind her, all kinds of tubes and sensors hooked up to him. True to her expectations, the accumulated data was hot off the press and ready to be observed. She looked over the findings with great curiosity.
SUBJECT NAME: NEW SPECIES #77
VITALS: STABLE
CONDITION: UNCONSCIOUS
QUALITIES:
HEARTBEAT: REGULATORY
RESPIRATION: NONE SUCH REQUIRED
Samus stopped. His heart was beating, but he didn't have to breathe? What kind of creature didn't have to breathe?
She read on.
FLUID CIRCULATION: REGUALTORY
NERVOUS SYSTEM: REGUALTORY
SKELETAL SYSTEM: UNDAMAGED
EXTERIOR PHYSICAL STATUS: MINOR CUTS AND BRUISES
DAMAGED SKIN PERCENTAGE: 13%
DECREASING AT .3% PER SECOND
Samus smirked. A high rate of regeneration indeed.
END HUNTER-CLASS GUNSHIP ANALYSIS.
The huntress was almost about to close the window, but she spied a small option at the bottom of the page that had never been there before.
ACCESS TECHNO-MEMORICAL DATA LOGS? YES/NO/INFO
Bewildered, Samus clicked the "info" option.
SUBJECT'S MEMORIES, AS WELL AS ADDITIONAL PHYSICAL DATA, ARE COMPATIBLE WITH HUNTER-CLASS GUNSHIP ANALYSIS PROGRAMS. THESE MAY BE EXTRACTED, COPIED, DELETED, OR VIEWED TO ONE'S WISH.
ACCESS TECHNO-MEMORICAL DATA LOGS? YES/NO/INFO
Now even more curious, she hurriedly clicked the "yes" option.
ACCESSING…
ACCESS PHYSICAL OR MEMORICAL DATA?
Samus chose "physical."
ACCESSING…
The page practically exploded from the titanic wave of new data that came rushing in.
BODLIY DAMAGE: NEGLIGENT
WING DAMAGE: NONEXISTENT
WINGS OF PEGASUS CHARGE LEVEL: 100%
PALUTENA'S BOW OUTPUT LEVELS: 687,000,000,000,000 W (MAXIMUM CAPABLITLY)
MIRROR SHIELD STABILITY/NOISE: 100% / 1.74%
VARIABLE WEAPON ACCESSIBILITY: ACTIVE
ALL SECONDARY WEAPONS FUNCTIONING AT 100%
TELEPATHIC CONNECTIONS: LOST *ERROR-UNABLE TO LOCATE HOST*
MUSCULAR FORCE OUTPUT: 894,000,000,000,000,000,000 N (MAXIMUM CAPABILITY)
MAXIMUM FLIGHT SPEED: MACH 25 (MAXIMUM CAPABILITY)
MAXIMUM GROUND SPEED: MACH 3 (MAXIMUM CAPABILITY)
REGENERATION PROGRESS: 98.923% COMPLETE (ETR 2 MIN)
The list spanned on and on, with Samus growing more and more frightened with each descending line. The boy on the bed behind her wasn't just some kid.
He was a MONSTER.
None of this was making any sense. Who, or better yet, what, was this kid? He seemed more like a war machine than some living thing. What was with all the weapons with frightening output levels? What was with the wings? And she still didn't have any clue where he came from or how he got here in the first place; she didn't even have a proper name for him yet.
She clicked the "access memory logs" option. Maybe that would shed a little light on the mystery encircling the kid.
ACCESSING…
ACCESSING…
ERROR – UNABLE TO ACCESS. ERROR NO. 359: UNRECOGNIZED LOCKOUT FUNCTION
IDENTIFY? YES/NO
Samus furrowed her brow in frustration and clicked "yes."
IDENTIFYING…
PROGRAM NAME: GODDESS LOCK. UNRECOGNIZED BINARY SIGNATURE. UNABLE TO ACCESS. PASSCODE REQUIRED. IMPERVIOUS TO CURRENT HACKING PROTOCOLS.
PASSCODE LOGIN:
Samus had no idea what the password might be, so she decided to stop there. Closing the windows, she turned in her chair to look back at her guest, who was still snoozing peacefully.
A thought crossed her mind.
I wonder if he really doesn't have to breathe?
Curiously, she stood and shuffled over to the bed. The teen hadn't stirred since she had found him, so it was likely that he wouldn't for some time. The huntress considered herself in the clear.
She bent herself over and placed her ear just above his lips, silent as a stone.
Sure enough, no flow of air could be detected by her acute senses. It was like he was a corpse.
Her mind buzzed.
That's really strange, for a creature not to require respiration. Of course, I'm not ENTIRELY sure he's even alive, given that I found him in this state. The scans said he was, but I can only trust them so much. I'll check for a heartbeat.
Moving her head from his lips to his chest as her silky hair trailed behind, she pressed her ear to his torso, which was surprisingly snuggly and warm.
Thump… thump… thump…
Samus smiled. So he was alive.
Suddenly the beats picked up speed.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Her eyebrows jumped. Was he coming to?
She turned her head over, unwilling to abandon the melodic heartbeat and snuggly robes he possessed, and allowed her vision to wander up to his pale neck and finally to his features.
Two gigantic, sapphire-stained eyes of gorgeous cerulean stared back at her.
Samus's head flew of the kid's chest like she had been compressed on a spring. If this thing was hostile, she would be hard pressed to defend herself. Judging by the stats she had seen only a moment before, her Varia Suit wouldn't even be able to put a dent in him. Her Paralyzer was simply out of the question.
She took a few wary steps back as he sat up, never taking his piercing eyes off her for a second. He glanced to his right arm as he flexed his fingers. He fluttered his now fully healed wings a few times, gifting the air with a few loose feathers. He shook his head like a dog, as if shaking off a daze.
Samus didn't move a muscle.
She jumped as his gaze quickly returned to her. His eyebrows furrowed, his head cocked, and his lips pursed ever so slightly. He looked like he was deciding whether to kill the huntress or not.
His gaze dropped to the bed as he shuffled curiously around in his covers for a while, leaving Samus in tight suspense. She didn't know what to say, if anything at all.
I wonder if he even understands English?
She cleared her throat.
"Um…hello?"
Again, his eyes flew to her, startling the huntress. He lifted the covers, unintentionally showing off his muscled legs, and swung himself to the bedside. Samus began to back away as the teen stood, disregarding the probes, straps, and wires popping off of him without resistance. He took a few steps forward, causing Samus's heart to pound. Soon she was backed into the wall, unarmed and defenseless as her mysterious companion advanced on her. Within a few seconds his face was mere inches from hers.
He lifted a hand to her cheek, while the breath in her lungs audibly quivered.
Samus took a healthy note of how soft his fingers were as he drew them down her cheek. Frightened but unable to move, all she could do was shiver as an unwelcome chill spread from his touch to her skin.
He lowered his hand. He seemed satisfied with something.
Samus was beginning to fear that this might be the end of the road. This teen was giving her very little room to move, or even breathe, and was getting closer by the second. She was starting to lose it.
What is he waiting for?! If he's going to kill me, just get it over with already!
Slowly, the teen backed a half step away and slightly lowered himself, placing his hands gently on her trembling shoulders. Samus braced for the worst.
Oh no… here it comes… I hope the Galactic Federation will be able to-nnngghh… WAIT WHAT?!
Samus, startled yet comforted by the brief moment of pleasure, immediately looked down, only to find the teen's messy chestnut hair half buried in her breasts.
Her first instinct was, as one might expect, to slap the living snot out of him. But she restrained herself, somehow, reluctantly allowing him to push deeper into her bust, sending unusually strong bursts of pleasure through her. Was this revenge for her putting her head on him? Didn't he know that doesn't work both ways?! She heard him sigh. Oh, was he enjoying this?! She had no idea what he was doing, or if he even knew what he was doing, but she still feared for her life, and that kept her silent.
He kept his head there a lot longer than Samus would have liked. As he removed himself from the warm cradle of flesh he had occupied, he lifted his frightening eyes to hers once again.
He smiled.
It was somewhat of a half-smile, but a smile nonetheless.
He put a hand to his chest. Forming two fingers, he tapped over his heart.
The thing spoke in the most gorgeous voice Samus could ever imagine.
"Heartbeat."
Leaving Samus completely in the dark about whatever THAT meant, he took a few steps backward and looked around the room, as if taking it all in. Samus lowered her back from the wall, never taking her eyes off the kid. She felt the area of her skin that he had run down with his fingers, which was tingling happily. She felt a faint heat on her cheeks as she made contact.
She was blushing again.
Samus heaved, suddenly realizing that she hadn't taken a breath in the past few moments. Her breath caught the teen's attention, once again drawing his piercing, somewhat illuminated eyes.
Samus looked embarrassedly to the floor.
"So…um…"
She looked up. His features were cemented into a blank stare.
"…what's your name?"
He cocked his head.
"Name?"
Samus nodded. Did he even remember his name?
He looked to the wall, as if his name was inscribed on it.
"Pit."
Odd name. Samus thought.
Samus watched in mild amusement as he began to shuffle about the room, picking up beakers and medicinal tools with child-like intrigue. It was like he had never seen them before.
She figured that she ought to introduce herself as well.
"Alright… well, you can call me Samus."
His pace stopped. He stared at her for a few seconds, then continued walking.
Samus had no idea what the heck was up with this kid.
He picked up another beaker.
"Samus…"
His head jumped, like he remembered something. He startled her with his eyes again.
"Current location?"
Samus furrowed her brow.
"Um… Kelsar Meteor Belt?"
She had expected him to inquire where that was, but instead he just grunted and set down the beaker. He seemed disappointed with himself about something.
Samus began to think to herself.
Wait a minute! Where's my head?! I need to start asking HIM questions, not the other way around!
Her tone carried a twinge of impudence.
"So tell me, Pit, what are you doing all the way out here? Don't you know that this is deep in Space Pirate territory?"
Pit nodded.
"Mission. Attempted."
He looked up at her with a hint of melancholy in his demeanor.
"Failed."
He failed a mission? Samus thought. Who was giving the orders? Could it have been the voice I heard earlier?
"I see." She said with a bit of exasperation. She wasn't going to get any information out of him this way, not with him giving her one-word answers.
A thought crossed her mind.
"So, why were you just, um…?" She gestured to her sensitized chest.
"Heartbeat?" He replied.
Samus sighed.
"…yes… heartbeat…"
Pit put a hand over his heart.
"Enemies I fight. No heartbeat. Checking."
The huntress crossed her arms irately.
"Then why did you have to take so long?"
Pit half-smiled again.
"Abnormally large amount of flesh. Required time to hear."
Samus blushed hard.
"EXCUSE ME?! WHO DO-"
"Felt good, did it not?"
Samus gaped and blushed even harder.
"WHAT?! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK-"
He cut her off and nodded.
"Felt good." He answered his own question.
Samus seethed, both with anger and embarrassment. However, she wasn't exactly sure just how she felt about her brief moment of intimacy with the teen yet. It was certainly offensive, but something about his touch electrified her body, like it radiated energy. A friendly kind of energy. One that felt good. She took a mental note of that and moved on to her next question.
"Pit, what are you?"
He set down the beaker in his hands. He looked at her and took a breath to respond, but closed his mouth suddenly and looked to the wall. It was like he had heard something. His eyes narrowed into slits.
Samus was confused. She couldn't hear anything. She looked to the wall.
"Pit, what-"
When she looked back to where Pit had been standing, he was gone. A single feather was floating to the ground in his place.
Samus's eyes widened.
In a split second, Pit had appeared out of the shadows behind her and cupped a hand over her mouth, sending an electric shock through his fingers that knocked her out instantly. She emitted a small mewl as she fell limp into Pit's arms.
She looked up at him while her eyes were still half open. He spoke in a whisper.
"No-heartbeats are coming. Do not fear. I will keep you safe."
"W…wh…"
She blacked out.
OOOOOOH MYSSSSSSSSSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRIOUSSSS
Yeah, stuff's about to go down.
Well, that's Chapter One. If you don't like the characteristics of Pit in this chapter, hang on, they'll get better in the following updates.
I personally think that this is a great idea. No one to my memory has ever done a fic with Pit where he actually acts like a supernatural being, which he technically always should. With the ideas I've already developed for the story line, this could very well turn out to be my favorite fic among all the ones I've written. (Though, it's kinda neck-and-neck with SSB Summer…)
And of course, Pit X Samus. Let me tell you now, folks, you will never see me write a fanfic about Nintendo characters that doesn't have at least a little Pit X Samus in it.
And this one shall have a lot.
Get ready for some action, cuz the next chapter's full of it.
And don't worry, the next chapter for SSB Summer will be out soon. VERY soon. So be sure to leave lots of reviews to keep me motivated, or else, IT MAY NEVER BE RELEASED! (LOL That's toats blackmail)
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE LOTS OF REVIEWS BECAUSE THEY BRING ME HOPE IN THE NEVER-ENDING CYCLE OF TORMENT AND SUFFERING THAT MY LIFE HAS BECOME
Just kidding. Or am I? *holds dagger to neck*
Mohawkman2233, signing off! Happy Thanksgiving!
-Mohawkman2233