Chapter 2: Battlefield

Pit opened his eyes as the sun shone through the skylights in his room. His room had no actual windows, only skylights, to try to get closer to the way it was in his home world. It was kind of annoying, but they allowed for pretty accurate clocks, arranged in such a way that the sunlight came directly through a window at certain times of the day.

He lifted his head groggily, then looked around his room. It was the same as ever, but now there were a new change of clothes sitting on his pedestal, Master Hand having delivered them, as he did every morning. Pit yawned loudly, he was always the first of the brawlers up in the morning. He quickly stripped to take a shower, which was really just a huge rainfall from a cloud. As he showered, the warm water relieving some stress from his aching muscles, he thought about how powerful the Master Hand must have been to be able to create such a vast landscape of a room from an empty, and rather small four walled bedroom. He got out of his unique shower, and quickly dressed himself. The new outfit wasn't much different than his old one, but his laurel reef was now more of a crown of leaves, with a small red badge adorning the center. His white toga robes were now replaced with much more luxurious and loose fitting ones. They were almost the exact same as the ones he wore before, only now the edges were laced with an intricate pattern that shined like gold. His wings fluttered happily at the room and freedom they were able to experience, and Pit couldn't resist trying them out. He took off, and flew around his room a bit. It was rather large, and he stretched out his arms to revel in the feeling of freedom. It was around this time that he noticed there were small rings of light around his right wrist. He looked at it quizzically before playing with it a bit. After pulling too hard at it however, it came off, but that wasn't all it did. It changed color in his hand, from yellow to blue, and took the form of an arrow of light.

Pit gasped, then looked back down to where he found his clothes, finding a letter where his clothes once resided. He landed, then ran over to it. He read it as fast as he could. It was from, of course, Master Hand.

Dear Kid Icarus,

I have been conversing with a good friend of mine, us both being mystical creator of worlds, and we have come across a solution. It has come to our attention that while you are a great archer, you are also a great close combat specialist. We have decided to upgrade your little bow to something much better. We are sure you're going to like it a lot. It's a… gift… from both of us, you know us very well. She is your goddess after all.

Yours Truly

Master Hand and Paluntena

Wait… Paluntena? Why was she a friend of Master Hand? Bad thoughts of them together started to flow through his head, before he stopped and realized what the letter truly implied. He looked back at his bow. It had helped him through tough times, having beat an entire army of underworld monsters and even the goddess of the underworld. It didn't look any different than it always did. He walked over to it and picked it up. It still even felt the same. He lifted it up to eye level, then pulled back the bow to shoot the light arrow, when the change happened. His bow started to glow blue, before transforming into a much larger bow, with slightly curved endings. When the glow faded, it showed a bow of gold and steel, shining beautifully in the sunlight. He pulled back the bow, and when he released, the arrow flew with power he had never felt before. It hit one of the clouds, and temporarily dispelled the magic that Master Hand was using on the room. He inhaled deeply, then whistled in admiration of his new weapon. Something didn't register though. The letter mentioned close combat, which he wasn't too bad at, though he preferred archery. His new bow was powerful, but at its heart it was still a bow. They weren't known to be horribly good short distance weapons.

It was around this time he noticed that his bow had a slight notch in the middle of it. He pulled at the place where it was and his bow split into two dual wield swords. Pit gasped, as he was sure he told no one of his experience with the weapon. Did Master Hand know? He hoped not… Pit knew there was a swordsman club in the Mansion and he wanted none of it. Link and Marth seemed like good enough people to know, when he met them they were pretty nice, but they were just too good for him. Besides, he liked his place among the newcomers. He sheathed his blade back into a bow and holstered it onto his back, before thanking Paluntena for the much appreciated gift.

It was now his third day in the mansion, and he spent all of his second avoiding Samus. She was heard to be stomping around in a foul mood, and anyone who talked to her was immediately challenged and beaten. He cautiously looked around each corner before proceeding, moving like a ninja. He thought his efforts would be futile seeing as he was up against a bounty hunter, a person who made her living by hunting people who hides from her, but as much as he was avoiding her, on some level he felt that she was avoiding him as well. He took a deep breath, then proceeded to his door. He turned the knob slowly, getting ready to leave his room and make a mad dash to the lunchroom for breakfast. CrazyH was making it today, and however crazy he was, his omelets were to die for.

XxX

Samus sighed as she climbed out of bed. She looked down at her pajamas then around her room. It looked a lot like her ship, almost to the point that several times she woke up thinking just that. She walked over to her door and opened it to retrieve her… oh look… bright blue jumpsuit… how perfect. She knew it was the only thing that went with her power suit, but that didn't mean she was going to be happy about it. She looked up to the door that housed her new neighbor. She decided she disliked the little guy with a passion. She felt her anger grow, but as she heard movement inside, she quickly gathered her jumpsuit and shut the door. She sat back down on her bed, breathing heavily, her heartbeat going a thousand miles a minute. She didn't know why, but the boy reminded her a lot of… him… She dismissed the thought, and got undressed to take a shower. Her shower was the same as it was in her ship, so she felt comfortable in the small bathroom. It only had the bare necessities, and that was all she needed. She turned on the showerhead, and the water sprang to out and into life. It rushed over and enveloped her body, relieving some of the stress she was building up. Her hair flopped down in front of her as she ran her fingers through them. She never liked her hair a lot, it was always in her way. That was until she met a certain someone a while ago…

Flashback

A small girl was fighting in the clearing of a grassy plain. The sky was dark and littered with stars, and three moons hung among them. The wind blew the tall grass softly, and the girl stopped her fighting to appreciate the relieving breeze as it zoomed past her and cooled off her sweating face. She collapsed, sitting in the grass as it tickled her bare legs. She giggled, then pulled them in close to her chest. The girl was wearing an orange shirt that reached down to well past her thighs, covering her blue denim shorts. She had long blonde hair, which now fluttered about her face, blocking her vision. She fumbled to knock it away, but it kept coming back with a vengeance.

"Pfft", the young five year old girl said, trying to blow it away, knowing that she could never hope to beat it, "Stupid hair."

The person she was fighting didn't seem to care, as she didn't exist. She was fighting an imaginary partner, working on her makeshift martial arts. She was a little lonely, but she preferred her life this way.

Just then, she heard someone approach behind her. She recognized the crunching of the grasses as the figure approached her cautiously. With a whirl, she spun around and aimed a punch at where she thought the figure would be, but her hair got in her way again, and she simply stumbled, falling on her butt again. "Stupid hair!" she screamed, while the figure approached her again, simply kneeling down next to her.

"I don't know, I kinda like it", he said, his voice gentle and sweet like nectar. The girl looked up at him, and saw it was a boy with dark brown hair. He was wearing a white hoodie and brown jeans. He was about a year older than her, him being six and her five, but in all reality they were simply months apart.

The girl huffed, "You again, why do you keep following me? You only like it because it keeps letting you win." She said, turning around in her seat on the ground, putting her back to him.

The boy laughed, she was always amusing, "No, that's not it. I really think it looks pretty on you."

The girl blushed, but kept her back turned. He always made her do that, so this time she prepared herself by turning around, she won this battle. He wouldn't get to see her face.

"I'm following you because I want to keep you and your beautiful hair safe. I don't need you running off trying to fight something and getting yourself injured." He said jokingly. The girl turned around swiftly and punched the boy in the arm, which he just rubbed.

"I'm not going to get myself injured! Just watch! I'm going to fight the monsters that keep invading our planet and I'm going to protect us all! I'm going to be the greatest warrior ever!" she screamed, standing up and pouting.

To this the boy just laughed, before he got an idea. With a swift sweeping of his leg, he knocked the girl's feet from under her and tripped her, knocking her yet again on her butt.

"Hey!" she screaming, getting up and grabbing a rock and throwing it at him. He dodged it, then she chucked another, and another. He moved with slight movements and dodged each one, frustrating the girl.

"Stop moving!" she screamed, tossing another one. The boy wasn't one to be disobedient, so he didn't dodge this one, he just caught it.

"If you can't beat me then you can't beat the monsters that keep coming to our planet." He said, dropping his rock.

The girl shook with anger, then picked up a stick. She charged at the boy, swinging wildly. The boy managed to dodge some, but she nicked him here and there. In a last attempt, the girl did a downward swipe, which the boy wasn't able to dodge. He held up a stick to block it, and she broke through it, splitting it into two sticks, one in each of his hands.

The girl grinned and pat herself on the back, but the boy just sat there and laughed, before holding up both sticks and getting into a defensive stance. "Think you could do it again?" he asked.

The girl, feeling confident, charged forward with her wooden sword and swiped down again. This time it was parried with one of the boy's branches, while she was smacked on each of her hands with the other, causing her to drop her weapon. The boy swept her feet again, and made her fall.

She looked up and pouted, then stuck out her tongue, "No fair!" she yelled.

The boy scratched the back of his head, and walked over to her and patted her on her head, causing her to temporarily lose her temper. He ran his hand through her hair, and started to praise her over each and every little thing she did right in their little fight, causing her to blush furiously.

"Haha, you know the rules, if I beat you, you promise to stay here and not try to go off to do something stupid." He said.

The wind started to pick up, and the girl started to shiver. The boy took off his sweater and wrapped it around her, causing her to yelp.

"B-but… then you'll be…" she started.

"I'll be fine, my job is to look over you after all. Remember I'll always be here to help you, my princess… Samus…" He said, a little jokingly at the end. The girl felt even more blood rush to her head, and put the hood over her head, to hide her face

Flashback end

Samus smashed her fist against the porcelain wall, breaking it. MH's magic started to fix it immediately, but she didn't care, she would break it again, as many times as she would need to. She was angry, angry at herself. He wasn't there for her always, and she had herself to blame for it. If only she wasn't so stupid… If only she wasn't so naïve…If only that didn't happen… how would her life be different?

She got out of her shower, dripping wet from the water. Most men in the mansion would kill to see her right now, but she knew he wouldn't… he would respect her and treat her right.

She walked into her room, and dried herself off before slipping into her tight blue suit. She hated the Zero Suit by itself. The only reason she wore it was so she could operate her power suit. Otherwise she would go around in it naked, Smash Ball be damned. She knew she couldn't eat in her power suit, much to her chagrin, so she decided to leave in her normal suit alone. She approached her door and reached for the knob and turned it, getting ready for another long day.

XxX

The two doors opened simultaneously, and the two brawlers walked out at the same time, before both jumped back in fear into their respective rooms. Pit closed his door immediately and ran over to his bed, while Samus, in an attempt to keep up her image, walked over and started banging on the door. She knew she couldn't break it, but that didn't keep her from trying to.

"Open up you little brat so I can kill you!" she yelled, a part of her hoping he wouldn't. Little did she know he wouldn't have to.

In his rush, Pit forgot to lock his door, or even close it fully for that matter. After banging for a little bit, the door swung open and she was granted access to the room. She walked inside, and immediately noticed how beautiful it was. Her eyes focused on her target, and narrowed slightly at the intrusion he was in her life. In one day he managed to get her angrier than she had ever been in her life, and the boy was going down. She wasn't allowed to bring her gun outside of sparring and brawls, as her Zero Suit form was a newcomer and newcomers had restrained weapons until they had been here a week, so she only had her fists… good enough for her.

She lunged at the angel, who shot left, causing her to slip and fall into his bed, while he ran for the door. She got up and followed him. She would break something but MH's power would fix it. She would steal something but the same magic prevented anyone who didn't own the room to take anything out of it. She walked into the hallway and around the many corners to the staircases. There was only one way off this floor, so she had to pass him eventually. Pit's door closed behind her, again, magic.

Pit was running through the halls for a while, looking for a way out. This floor was like a maze, and he could never find his way out without hours of looking. When he finally found his way to the staircase, he found Samus sitting in front of it, and it looked like she wasn't moving any time soon. He smacked his forehead, then had an idea. He ran back to his room, then flew to his ceiling. He opened the skylight, then flew out, closing it behind him. He then proceeded to fly down to the first floor, and to the dining hall.

Samus saw the angel as he flew down. Nothing passed by her easily. She slowly walked downstairs, ready to castrate a little winged boy. As she walked into the dining room, she found it hard to find him amongst the other brawlers, who all looked new to her. She made her way over to CH to get her omelet, attracting some glares and lust filled looks as she walked. When she finally reached the line, she felt a little violated. She ordered her omelet, and CH, still in his giant hand form, happily gave it to her. She walked over to her table, and by that I mean HER table, and sat down, hoping for a nice and quiet breakfast, when she noticed something was wrong. She looked over to the end of her table to see her target sitting there, eating his breakfast with an amused little grin on his face, presumably from the thought that his little flying trick earned him a victory. She reached her hands up to strangle him around his little neck, when an arrow came flying towards her. She dodged it by tilting her head to the left, but the arrow was shot too far to the right anyway, so it wouldn't have mattered if she dodged or not, the arrow was going to miss. Samus, looked up to see Link, poised and ready with arrow in hand.

"Link! What the hell!" she screamed, standing up and getting into a fighting pose. It wasn't fair, he was allowed to carry weapons but she wasn't.

"Clearly I wasn't aiming for you, I never miss. Just because it accomplished something I deem satisfactory is irrelevant", the left handed swordsman replied. He put away his bow and readied his sword, ready to counterattack at any moment. He let Samus go on a reign of terror long enough. He was a part of the Original Twelve as well, and in fact he was part of the First Three. It was time to end this.

(A/N: The First Three refers to the first three characters that were guaranteed a spot in the game, that being Mario, Link and Kirby; Mario and Link being the creations of Shigeru Miyamoto, and Kirby being a creation of the guy who created Super Smash Bros.)

Link was about to attack, but Pit waved him off.

"No, Link, it's cool. It's my responsibility to deal with her." He said

Everyone in the dining hall gasped, the boy was crazy. Samus turned and looked at the angel, humor written across her face.

"Ha! Newbie thinks he can take me!" she said.

Pit shook his head, "I don't think, I know. I challenge you to a brawl Samus"

Everyone in the hall was shocked, the boy was dead.

Samus was surprised, but she was not one to back down from a fight, "Fine rookie, you're on, Final Destination, two minute free for all brawl. Don't be late."

XxX

Beings from all sorts of other dimensions filled the stadium, screaming as the two combatants entered the field. Samus walked in sporting her orange power suit. Her armor shined in the many lights emanating from the board known as Final Destination. It was really nothing more than a futuristic high tech glass platform. It was long and had a strange glowing orb that seemed to power the floating platform. This place existed in Master Hand's room, and really was nothing more than an extension of it. This place existed as the bridge between their worlds, and as such it was very rare for fighters to fight here. Only the Original Twelve were allowed to call fights here, as they were the only ones to date to actually beat Master Hand in a fair fight. This board was known as taboo among many of the brawlers. Crazy's Hand's board, Battlefield, was the board of expulsion, but Final Destination could expel you all the same.

Samus was the obvious favorite for the fight, as her most recent streak was 12 straight wins. Bets on her were placed high, and were even higher when the small winged boy walked in to fight her. He looked frail and weak, and the bets on Samus were at an all-time high. There was only one person who bet on the angel, and he went by the name Crazy Hand.

The two brawlers faced each other, having nothing else to face. The board was clean and spotless, having nothing to obstruct their fight. The only items allowed were the Smash Ball, which was just the way Samus preferred it. There were very few people in the world of Smash that had a better Smash than she did and everyone knew it. One other item was provided as standard, but Master Hand was the only one who knew what it was.

Even though the odds were stacked against him in the fight, Pit walked in as confident as ever. His face showed no hint of fear as he pulled out his bow and drew back his arrow of light. Samus scoffed, she faced a lot tougher things and her armor barely even registered.

Master Hand counted down, and as soon as he said go, Samus fired several missiles at her enemy, who dodged it with small movements.

"Crafty little one aren't you?" she said, before letting loose her laser whip. It managed to wrap around Pit's right leg and he held back a scream as the electricity pulsed through his body. People around the stadium gasped as they were sure that the match was already over.

XxX

"Well, the kid lasted longer than some of the newcomers, that's for sure." Link said, getting out of his seat and readying himself to fight Samus. He was stopped by a gloved hand which proceeded to simply point down to the field.

XxX

The winged boy cringed as he set up his bow to fire an arrow. The burning electricity flowing though his body made aiming hard, but he was confident of his skills as an archer. He fired an arrow of pure light at her head, but he spasmed and aimed too low. The shot hit her cannon and immediately the whip retracted. Samus cursed as her cannon began to smoke, but calmed down when it stopped.

"You think you're so smart do you? But this cannon does more than shoot things!" She yelled, rushing forward. She swung her cannon downwards, and missed by a small margin as the winged boy dipped and dodged around her attacks. She aimed a punch for his head, but it was caught by Pit's free hand. He pushed it back, but was met with a flurry of more heavy attacks, which he dodged easily.

Samus cursed, she knew the boy had the speed advantage over her in her Power Suit. She pointed the cannon at his head and released a missile at point blank range, only to have it dodged as well. She looked up and saw Pit flying far above her. He released several light arrows down on her, which moved at an incredible speed. Samus scoffed, and held up her hands to stop them. She was surprised when the arrows hit, and rattled her. Her sensors went on overload, as her damage started to climb higher.

'shit' she thought as she jumped out of the way of the angel as he landed.

'Only one way to do this then' she thought, and began to charge up her laser ball.

XxX

"NO!" Master Hand screamed as he watched helplessly from the stands. His hands shook in anger as he was tempted to call the match. Link looked on impassively, noticing something he never saw before. The kid went through the entire match without going for a single melee attack which confused him to no ends. Also, the kid's stance reminded him of… a swordsman…

XxX

Samus smirked as the kid hadn't moved since she started charging her strongest attack. 'He's probably shocked' she thought, as her ball was nearing its completion. As she was about to fire, Pit opened his wings, and they started to glow, gathering in energy as well. From her viewpoint, it kind of looked like light.

"CHARGE SHOT" Samus yelled, shooting her blast at him. She could almost taste her victory. She wasn't expecting what happened next.

The energy from Pit's wings transferred to his arms and started to feed into the rings. He held his arms in an 'x' formation in front of himself, and the rings all glowed before changing into a shield of gold and silver. Its face was polished to the point of being a mirror, and pit just braced himself on his knee as the two techniques hit each other.

Pit and his shield were being pushed back, and the entire stadium stood on end as they watched in quiet awe of the spectacle before them. Pit, after being pushed to the end of the stadium board, managed to finally stop its progress. His shield started to glow, before he yelled "Paluntena's Shield!" and sent the ball back at its user, who took it in its full brunt. Samus was blown back, as her damage level increased ever further.

The crowd sat there in quiet awe at the little angel who was beating Samus without a single scratch to his person. Some ran to change their vote, but was met with lightning bolts from CH.

Samus cursed even harder as her damage level reached critical. Her armor started to malfunction, as sparks shot from places where the damage was heavy. Some of her controls refused to work, and her visor started to mess up, obscuring her vision. As she did a full system scan she discovered her charge gun, missiles, jet booster jump and visor were in bad condition. She had very little left to work with while her opponent was practically running on full. She was just about ready to give up, when it happened…

The entire field flashed, and she looked around cautiously for her prize and her way out. When she saw it, she looked down at her opponent, who was still focused on her, he must not know about it yet…

She lifted her cannon, and manually took over its controls. She pulled back the trigger and managed to force one last missile out of it. It hit the ball full on and seconds later she heard the all too familiar breaking of the floating multi-colored, glass ball of power. She started to glow a rainbow color. For a split second all computers were back online, and she was able to aim directly in front of her, at the little winged boy…

Samus let loose her special, a huge concentrated beam of energy a thousand times bigger and stronger than her ball. It was slow, but it would take nothing more of a miracle to dodge it. Then she remembered she was fighting an angel.

She watched in horror as the little angel opened his wings and took to the air, effectively out of range of her attack. All seemed lost, until he cringed mid-flight and fell back to the ground. She saw him spark with electricity, and instantly knew what was happening. The aftereffects of her first successful attack on him were starting to shine through. The blast washed over him as the field became coated in dust…