Fallen for You

By Invader Aqua

Author's Notes: Wow, first chapter was a success. Go me, and I'm actually keeping up with the story. Another yay for me. :) Please be nice, as I are stupid when it comes to writing goodly.

Chapter 1: Like

Part 1

There. I'd said his name out loud, for the first time since he left my life. It had hurt, but not as much as I'd expected it too. I was actually shocked. Maybe Zelda was right when she said that time heals all wounds.

"Pit?" Mist repeated, but I didn't look at her. I knew that just saying my angel's name had her buzzing with questions that I wasn't ready to answer; one of them likely my being attracted to men. I just hoped that she wasn't ashamed.

She spoke, and I held my breath. "… Was it love at first sight?"

To say I'm relieved would be an understatement. There really is something to say about family ties. "I wouldn't really call it that," I tried to explain. Things with Pit had always been complicated, and it was always my fault. "Well, maybe it was, now that I think of it, but I wouldn't have considered it at the time."

Mist nodded at my answer. "So how did you meet?"

"I met him the day that I left Crimea…" I replied, but I know it won't be that easy. She wants details, and that will involve remembering. I'm still not so sure I want to remember everything. His face would be so close, so clear, and every word he ever said would be like a knife stabbing deeper and deeper into my already broken heart. But I know I have to go on. For my sake as well as hers.

"Everyone needs to talk sometimes. Humans and Angels alike… If you keep everything bottled up inside, it won't be long before you feel like you're going to explode."

Pit's right. He always was.

"We were standing right over there in front of the mansion," I began, and indicated to the large porch that led up to the mansion's entrance. "The Hands prepared some kind of party so that the veterans could get to know the newcomers. It was so crowded. That I remember well enough. I'd been talking to Snake. He's a mercenary too, so we had that much in common. We'd both been eying Samus, who seemed to be the center of female attention. Snake dismissed himself to see if she would go out with him, so I was alone."

I saw the concern on Mist's face, and added, "Believe me, if you'd been there, you wouldn't want to be the center of attention, either. Pranks were already spreading through the crowd like a virus, Sonic being the center of them all, and I wanted no part of it. I put on my Mercenary Glare, and did my best to blend in with the surroundings.

"I watched the crowd for any signs of trouble. I was rewarded when the crowd parted to let Sonic, proudly waving Luigi's newly stolen hat, through. The crowd stayed that way, because Luigi soon followed, his accent so thick in his anger, it was hard to tell what he was saying. The crowd stayed that way, maybe to get a better look at the action, and that was when I first saw him, standing directly in front of me, at the end of the path created by the crowd.

"He was all by himself. Looking back, I'm guessing that no one knew how to talk to him. He was just so… beautiful, it almost made you feel like you weren't worthy. When his eyes locked with mine, I froze." I paused to check the look on Mist's face. It's far from disapproving. I can see that I have her absolutely captivated. It gives me confidence. "You'd think I'd be used to the color blue by now," I said with a chuckle and ruffed up my own navy hair, "but I'd never seen that particular shade in my life… It was like it was every shade in one.

"I didn't think that I'd be able to tear myself away from those eyes, but then he smiled," and I don't remember ever seeing anything more wonderful in my whole life, I wanted to add. My heart felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. "Something about me seemed to draw him to me, because he ran to my side before the path between us could close…"

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"Hi," the Angel greeted as he ran up to the mercenary.

Ike, still frozen in awe, merely stared.

"Hey, are you new here too?" the little cherub inquired, hopefully.

Ike finally realized that he'd been spoken to and did his best to find his voice. "Yeah, I guess so…" he said with a shrug, trying to regain his composure.

The young boy in front of him bobbed up and down in his excitement, and extended a welcoming hand. "Well, it's so nice to meet you! …" he suddenly realized that he had no clue who he was talking to. "Um…"

"Ike," the mercenary replied, firmly taking the Angel's hand into his own. "I'm Ike, and you are?"

"Oh, my name is Pit!" the cherub boy giggled.

Ike smiled. The being in front of him was adorable. "It's nice to meet you, Pit."

"You too, Ike!" he emphasized by jumping up and down in front of the mercenary. Then his happy features faltered as he said, "You know you're the first person to talk to me."

The older male was truly shocked. He wondered how he could honestly be the first to strike up a conversation with the delicate being in front of him. "Haven't you tried to talk to anyone else?"

Pit nodded. "I tried talking to her, over there," he pointed to Princess Zelda, " but she just stared at me. So did everyone else, actually…" He turned his exotic hues back to the man in front of him. "Did I do something wrong?'

Ike smiled down at the youth and ruffled his hair, marveling at the inhuman softness. "Of course not, Pit. You're just really special, that's all."

The cherub's eyes widened and lit up. He flapped his wings with relief. "Good! I don't want to do anything wrong, but," he suddenly looked puzzled. "What makes me special?"

Ike, who had been so stunned by the pure white wings and how they seemed to sparkle like freshly fallen snow, almost missed the question. He was so flustered, the he forgot to filter his thoughts. "Everything about you is special."

Pit giggled, and danced around Ike in joy, the graceful movements caught the attention of the other Brawlers. "I like you, Ike! You're my friend!" he declared for all to hear, and then wrapped his arms around the stone-cold mercenary. Ike didn't so much mind the hug as he did everyone's stares. He was about to tell the Angel to let go when he felt a feathery-soft pair of lips plant a delicate kiss on his jaw.

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"I didn't know what to do. I didn't want anyone to get the wrong impression of me, so I pushed him away, lightly, and took him inside," I concluded. My eyes are already stinging with tears wanting so badly to spill all the emotion that my voice could not, but I won't let them. However, my throat is getting dry, whether from talking or tearing up, I'm not so sure. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

Mist nodded, "But in a minute. I want to know a few details first."

I really hope it's not about Pit's first kiss he gave me.

"I know Pit's a guy, with blue eyes, but you didn't describe much else to me. I know he stunned you on several occasions, but you weren't very descriptive. What does he look like?" she asked me.

I thought back to that day when I first met him, and remembered every detail as if I have picture of him in front of me right now. "Well, he was always a couple of inches shorter than me, but that may have been because of the age difference…" I noticed the look on Mist's face. "He was about five years younger than I am."

Mist nodded and I could see the wheels in her mind turning. "You were right around twenty when you left, so Pit was fifteen when you first met him?"

"That sounds about right. But he never acted his age. In a way, I guess you could say that he was timeless. He had an amazing view on life, and he usually made informed, adult decisions, but sometimes," I have to laugh at this, "he would ask the kind of questions you'd expect from a three year old."

Mist smiled.

"Well, he was fifteen with a lot of hair; usually wind-blown… oh, he was a brunette, like you. He was tanner then I am now, because he spent so much time in the sun. Round face, thin frame. Everyone underestimated his strength, because he was just so small. He always wore gold jewelry on his arm and leg. He had this gold crown in his hair…" What was it called? "I think he called is a laurel. Yeah, that was it." Did I forget anything?

"What did he wear usually? A tunic, like you, or robes, like a prince? I can only imagine for someone who wears gold on an everyday basis."

"He wore a white exomis, to match his wings," I said without thinking.

Mist's jaw nearly hit the floor as she stared at me. "His wings?"

How could I be so stupid? I forgot Pit's most important, and obvious, feature. "Yeah, his wings. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, but Pit was an Angel."

(End Chap)

Author's Notes: I love this chapter. FIRST KISS! 3 I will update on Fridays, and if not on Friday, then it will be Sunday. Enjoy. :D