Hiya! Well, I've got a little inspiration, and I'm sitting in a buffet. Joebthegreat, I have to thank you, you pointed out very reasonable things, I'll try to fix. SO THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR REVIEWING! I'm in a romantic mood, and I got a review say to update this 'complete' story. So... Scratch off the complete and let's see if I continue living! (You never know, I might be dead in ten minutes) (That was an awfully dark pun, huh?) Dark, yes, this story is going to turn dark, sorry.
After the hours spent gazing at the 'Velvet Mountains' Pit had flown them away, surprising Sheik, and even himself with the strength in his wings. Of course, this strength was short lived and they'd landed at least twenty times, although the haste in his flight due to the ever fading girl with him.
Once they'd gotten back to the 'Mansion' (Take that as an understatement) He'd dropped her off with Zelda. This proved difficult and he found that Sheik had no idea of what had gone down, except the extremely thick tension. Zelda had shooed away her sister, held a small glare with Pit, and hurried off after Sheik.
He'd long since gone to bed, not wanting to even be near anyone else. His life had crashed in a single day, and the only thing that made him want to keep living was the secret promise of going back to the desert tomorrow. He wondered what had captured him in those dunes, the oddity was his burning hatred of heat, and how much he'd love the warmth there...
He fell asleep in the dark candle light of his room, looking forward to sitting in velvet... His only problem was the terrible plagued dreams he received as soon as he succumbed to the darkness... He tossed and turned, trying his best to force away the evil invading his mind, of course you could never claim victory over you own mind...
However, his companion was having an entirely different experience. She was seated in her bed, watching her roommate scan through the novel she'd recently picked up. Samus Aran, the woman behind the book, had often been called one of the most unholy women of all time. Her life was a mystery and as soon as their tournament had ended she'd been one of the first to ask for a way to leave. Samus was never fond of interacting with people, therefore when the new competitors had come in (And she'd been forced into having a roommate) She'd instantly found a distaste for the mansion.
Of it hadn't been for the deity, "Master" Hand, she would have been on the first bus out. Of course, he'd talked her into by putting her in a room with Sheik, the girl who wasn't there. Samus was quite pleased with the frequent traveling her 'roomy' did, and found that it gave her an extra shelf to store books in... Although Samus tried to cover her theft, they'd laughed about it many times.
The two had gained an inevitable friendship as they roomed with each other, and just happened to be the two social outcasts. This meant that for the past hour Sheik had told her of the winged boy, asking what his name was and who he was. She'd learned to ignore how uninterested her friend looked, her eyes dropping as she went through the pages. This was how Samus Aran functioned, trying to show her interest no matter how interested she was.
At the end of her tale, Sheik patently awaited the end of a chapter, where Samus stopped and spoke. "Pit. His name is Pit." She muttered, turning towards her with the dullest look in her eyes. Sheik knew that wasn't all she had to say, Samus had a way of knowing most everything about everyone, due to her constant ease-dropping when she was 'reading'. She also had a way of testing people. She paused for long moments in between sentences, seeing if they were willing enough to wait and hear what she said. "He's new here, as you've guessed. He's an angel with a heart like ice, ironically. So I wouldn't plan on befriending him."
Sheik nodded, the gears of her mind churning for a response. The boy she'd sat with today didn't seem to have a cold heart... "Ice melts quite easily." She stated, turning back to her companion. Samus had gone back to her book, as was expected, and was now looking completely lost. All she could muster was a "Hmmm..." As a hummed response, even though Sheik knew her mind was still on the subject.
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Pit flew from his bed, dashing down the halls as he tried to restrain his wings. He'd been told to come to the desert whenever he felt, as Sheik apparently went there nearly every day, only yesterday she'd forgotten to fill her canteen in some kind of flustered departure. But that was beside the point, she'd said 'when ever he felt' and he felt now.
He'd been dying for this all night, and he couldn't even find a reason why. But perhaps that was his reason, this unending urge to go somewhere for no good reason had eliminated his fury. He now passed through the monstrous mansion in bliss, ignoring the different people he passed as he ran, doing everything in his power to get to the dunes.
He burst through the grand oak doors, shaking his head to get the stars out of his eyes from the sudden exposure to the sun. He spread out his wings and leapt into the air, flapping madly in his bee-line for the clouds. He let out a sigh of relief, staring at the white expanse before him. Today, he was determined. He would get to the desert in less than half an hour; after all, he didn't feel he could wait much longer...
After five minutes, he could feel his wings beginning to fail him, the fatigue was starting to drop his altitude and he could tell he was going to fall. Ah, but he wasn't so weak. He was Pit; he'd always abided by the rules because he feared the result of breaking them, but not now. Not now that he had this heaven to get to and something of another angel there waiting for him.
In all his tossing the night before, he'd decided that he was going to starting pushing every little-last rule. Grinding on that thread the held the balance in him, jumping up and down and mocking it, trying his very best to break it and be free again. He wanted to be like Sheik, she did what she pleased, wondering the world whenever she wished. And her result was all these hidden places she'd found! He could only name guesses at the other places she may have...
Twenty minutes later, he was nearly there. He could already see the barrier, and he was ready to burst. His stops had not only been set to a minimum, but they'd also been cut short due to his own short patients span. He felt dizzy; he tried to focus on the sparkling banner in front of him. He put up a quivering hand, mimicking his trademark shield for the third time that day. As soon as the blinding light subsided, he merely let himself fall out of the sky.
He glided down to the oasis; he'd managed to grab the location into his memory after the first event and was now silently thanking himself that he hadn't forgotten. Touching down lightly, he spotted Sheik leaned against the rock, her flaming eyes were bright and shining; although the slightest hint of exhaustion still lingered in her irises.
He stepped over and flopped down next to her. Finally. Velvet, right underneath of him, his undying wait was over and the only thing left was conversing with his female companion. The one issue he never thought of, he mentally shrugged, he could let life (And common sense) do the speaking for him.
Sheik sighed, her eyes unwavering. "Pit." She addressed, still not turning to face him. "You're an angel... "She paused, obviously trying to find an easy way of asking a seemingly troublesome question."What is death?" She asked, her gaze breaking and turning its way to him.
He was, needless to say, very taken back by the oddity of the question. He tried to find words, and absolutely nothing came to mind. He chooses the universally known word of buying time, time to be used of finding more words. "What?"
She shook her head. "I've heard angels are able to see people's final desires... They know everything a human wants after they've passed, from the most simple, to the most complex." She rolled her shoulders, chewed her lip and quirked her brow. She looked utterly confused, and seemed like she wanted an answer to a question she couldn't ask.
Of course, she was right, and Pit planned on proving it. "Yes, yes we can..." He paused and smirked, fully turning to face her. "Only, we see desires in even living beings... I know that you, when you've past and gone away... you want to be laid, not buried, because you want to be free..." By now her eyes had locked onto his, and she was clinging to every word, even though she already knew what he'd say.
He took this as a sign to continue. "You want to be laid under a tree, in the cool, tall grass of a prairie... You want the shadows to dance over your face to show the darkness in life... Where the sound of a river mixing with wind is the only thing to be heard, showing the freedom you've held on to... Where mist settles in the morning to show the oppression in life that you suffered through everyday..." He took in a breath, reaching up and brushing a tear off her cheek.
He couldn't help but get lost in the beauty of her eyes, even when filled with tears they still shined brighter than anything he'd ever seen. Which was saying something incredible because he was an angel.
She sniffled and let the faintest hint of a smile grace over her face, she leaned closer to him, and laid the most wonderful kiss on his cheek, letting out a breath as she pulled away, tickling his now numb cheek. His eyes were wide with wonder and shock; he could've sworn lighting just struck him. He looked at the ground and back up at her, wrapping his arm around her neck and putting his hand on the back of her head. He pulled her down and placed his own kiss on her forehead.
She was sweet, in every way, the sweetest thing he'd ever had the pleasure of touching. She leaned onto him and they lay there, gazing at their Velvet Mountains...
Short? Well, I've decided to end on such a very tragic note. I'm sorry, but yes! There will be one last chappy! But PLEASE! If you don't like character death DO NOT READ THE NEXT CHAPTER! Let this be the ending for those of you who do not like tragic things. I'm sorry, but I've made the mistake of killing off characters and getting horribly flamed. I just... Don't want a repeat. *Shivers* But, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! TT_TT YOU'RE THE BEST!
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~TheTwilightWarrior