Christmas Angel-An SSBB Fanfic
Chapter 3
Rumors about Samus and Pit were circulating around the cafeteria before the pair even arrived.
Peach must've had an accomplice, but neither the angel nor the huntress had any idea who it might have been.
Pit split off from Samus's side and dropped himself down right next to Link and Ike, both of whom possessed gaping mouths. The brunette assumed that they had already been made aware of whatever horrid stories Peach had dreamed up, so he patiently awaited questions.
Pikachu, of course, was oblivious to all of this. Sitting absentmindedly beside Pit, he crunched happily on a heaping bowl of Pokemon Food.
Eventually, Link broke the terribly awkward silence.
"Is what Peach is saying true? Was Samus on top of you in the gym?"
Pit's face erupted into a deep scarlet color. Ike couldn't help but chuckle.
The angel tried desperately to relieve some of the suspicion.
"WE WERE SPARRING!" He shouted, a good bit louder than he probably should have. His outburst attracted the attention of a number of nearby smashers, who had now turned their heads toward the source of the noise.
Pit suddenly found great interest in the small notches of the wooden table spread before him.
As the prying eyes of the smashers wandered away, Pit allowed his head to fall to the table, and exhausted sigh rushing from his lips. He wrapped his wings around himself, as if to hide his embarrassed expression from the world.
Morning sluggishly rolled into afternoon. When the clock struck about three, many of the residents of Smash Manor departed from whatever they were currently doing and trekked off to the complex's Battle Hall. There they would either watch or participate in today's brawl. No one knew exactly who was going to fight except for the selected brawlers themselves, who were strictly forbidden from telling anyone else.
The Battle Hall, similar to the Grand Hall, was magnificent. Even the foyer that led into it was lavishly decorated. Its sides were graced with gigantic marble statues, each one representing an individual contestant. The floor was glossed over, and the ceiling was carefully molded into a dome, intricate patterns littering every corner. A large, orderly group of plush chairs awaited tired fighters in the center of the room. Four small, pulsing teleporter pads were placed symmetrically along the chamber's front, easily dwarfed by the titanic, almost movie-theater sized flat screen the hung from the domed ceiling behind them.
As soon as everyone arrived and settled into their fluffy, comfortable chairs, Master Hand appeared. The enormous glove floated ominously up to the main podium, just in front of the teleporter pads. His powerful voice nearly shook the extravagant building.
"Will the following fighters please report to a teleporter: Samus…"
The bounty hunter, who had now donned her Varia Power Suit, stomped up to one of the blue, glowing spaces.
"Pit…" Master Hand's voice echoed once more.
Pit's wings twitched nervously as a loud whoop rang out from the crowd, no doubt fueled by the rumors. As he uncomfortably shuffled up to the room's front, Samus swiveled her head to meet the angelic boy. Even through the neon green visor, Pit could see her smiling.
He placed himself on the pad adjacent to Samus, as was customary during team battles.
"For the opposite team…" Master Hand boomed, "we have Lucario…"
The aura pokemon snapped out of whatever kind of meditative trance he was in, sprang out of his chair, landed gracefully in the center of the isle, and casually strode up to the third teleporter.
"Showoff…" Ike mumbled to himself.
"And Captain Falcon." Master Hand finally finished his sentence.
The spandex-clad racer stood, and sauntered up to the remaining pad with a smug grin stretched across his features.
In an instant, the pads came to life, transporting the four to a beautiful stone bridge. The sun setting in the background cast a soft, golden glow across it, as well as giving a magnificent view of Hyrule Castle behind them.
It was the Bridge of Eldin, from Link's homeland.
"THREE…" An announcer's voice cut through the silence.
"TWO…" Samus cocked her arm cannon.
"ONE…" Pit split his bow into two halves, one in each palm, and readied himself for the match at hand.
"GO!"
Samus and Falcon were locked in combat on the fat west side of the bridge. Even though she was in her power suit, the huntress was a bit quicker than the pilot, and she had him on the ropes in a very short time.
Pit was less fortunate. While he and Lucario were about the same speed, the aura pokemon had much better hand-to-hand combat skills, keeping the angel on the losing side of things. However, when Pit had had enough, he took to the air, using a more defensive strategy. While he hovered, he unloaded arrow after arrow at his opponent, who wasn't having much success adapting to the brunette's new plan of action.
A flash of light blinded everyone for a few milliseconds. When it subsided, priorities had been easily shifted. A Smash Ball, glowing brightly as ever, now floated over the center of the bridge.
Pit knew what to do. Being that he was the newcomer, he had to defend Samus as she advanced on the pulsing ball of energy. Pit retreated from Lucario and lunged at Captain Falcon, slashing his bow halves at the man with breakneck speed.
Lucario, seeing an opportunity, charged up a massive aura sphere and sent speeding towards the angel. Pit, hearing the all-too-familiar sound of a gigantic, blue ball of death headed his way, whipped around and, seemingly out of nowhere, pulled out a pale blue shield. The shield, which was golden on the back and had intricate patterns lining its sides, made a sharp clang as it hit the bridge. Lucario's eyes widened as his cobalt sphere was redirected and collided with him, sending him flying.
"Nice try." The teen said with a smirk.
However, as Pit was putting his shield away, his ears were greeted with a sound that made him fear for his very life.
"FALCON…"
Pit turned around, a second too late.
"PUNCH!"
The other smashers cringed as the angel was sent soaring across the stage, doing several back flips and finally plummeting down to the unforgiving stone below. He was barely able to stagger to his feet.
Samus, who had just recently split the Smash Ball in two with a rocket, saw the whole ordeal. Revenge fueled her anger as she unleashed her Zero Laser, allowing the gigantic beam of Phazon to blast through the air, charging strait for Captain Falcon.
Unfortunately, Falcon had seen it coming, and he leapt out of the laser's path at the last second.
Lucario was less fortunate. Still shaken from his traitorous aura sphere, he simply didn't have the energy to dodge the massive blast. When he was caught in it, it pushed him to the far end of the bridge and finally, with devastating force, launched him off the stage.
Pit's downtrodden feelings of temptation arose once again when Samus's slender figure snaked its way out of her crumbling power suit. He fought desperately not to stare.
However, Pit noticeably cringed when he heard Captain Falcon whistle through his teeth, staring directly at Samus. The huntress glared daggers at him, and rushed in for the kill. Pit scurried out of her way. He rolled to the other side of the bridge and loosed a barrage of arrows at his opponent.
Captain Falcon, surprising Samus with a sudden burst of speed, crouched down and swept his leg, knocking the bounty hunter's feet out from under her. He charged up his most devastating attack.
"FALCON…"
Pit, recognizing the horrible words, swiftly put his bow around his neck and grasped one of the small, golden charms that hung around his waist.
Suddenly, Pit's wings filled with a new energy as they burst into a beautiful cyan color, growing twice as large.
It was the Wings of Pegasus.
The angel rocketed into the air, angling himself to where he could intercept Samus if she was hit.
And, as he expected, she was.
"PUNCH!"
The horrible blow caught the blonde in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and sending her flying into Pit's open grasp. The winged boy snagged her out of the air in mid-flight, holding her by her forearms as she gasped for breath. He gently lowered her to the ground, making sure she could stand before releasing her to her feet.
Falcon couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Pit gave him a death stare. Infuriated, he reequipped himself with his bow and split it in two. Samus, who had now regained her composure, was more livid than ever, not to mention that him laughing at her was the equivalent of a death wish.
The two suddenly bolted for the pilot, going in for the kill.
Pit unleashed a dazzling flurry of graceful swipes from his swords; the glittering shards of cerulean and gold flashing wildly like a strobe light. Samus followed his lead, loosing her near-unavoidable quick jabs that Pit knew hurt like hell. Falcon's damage counter grew well over two hundred as he suffered the onslaught of the enraged pair.
In a finishing blow, the seething angel leapt into the air, and taking both his bow halves, thrust them backwards into the man's chest. The force of Pit's attack sent the crippled pilot soaring off the stage, right into Master Hand's barrier and out of the match.
After a short pause, Samus glanced down at Pit with an impressed grin.
He smiled back warmly.
When the victors returned, they were assaulted with an arsenal of huge smiles and loud cheers. Pit was carried out into the foyer on Ike's shoulders, with six or seven others around them, congratulating him.
Samus got no celebration, but didn't really care. She won nearly every match she was in, so everyone was used to her winning.
Gradually, everyone resumed what they originally doing, and Pit found himself alone in the foyer. Well, almost alone. Samus had stepped out of the Battle Hall's main room, just in time to see Pit stroll out the door and into the cold.
She hurried to catch up to him.
It was freezing outside, definitely at least a few degrees lower than it was when the brawl had begun. The huntress crept up beside the angel.
"Hey." She greeted softly.
"Hey."
A moment passed until Samus spoke again.
"Thanks for catching me."
Pit nodded in reply.
The blonde shivered. Having lost her power suit, now she was only concealed by her Zero Suit, and frankly, it wasn't enough to keep her warm. The snow landed gently on her shoulders and her back, melting by her warmth and seeping in through her suit's seems, chilling Samus even more.
Pit noticed. He figured that her Varia Suit must have been heated, so she, like him, hadn't gotten used to the cold. He himself had his wings tucked around him in a desperate attempt to stay warm. His toga was rather… thin.
However, in an act of kindness, Pit sacrificed some of his own heat by extending his wing up over the near-frozen girl.
Samus, wondering why only the snow above her had ceased falling, curiously glanced upwards. She saw the most gorgeous, pure-white wing that she could've ever imagined, now glistening with freshly fallen snow.
She smiled gratefully down at Pit.
He grinned back.