Falco Lombardi and His Denial Chapter 3: Pretty Baby, a star fox fanfic

Disclaimer: Ai. No. Own. Star. Fox.

Introduction: I don't know how this is gonna turn out, but by request of Fara Phoenix, this is going to be the third chapter in the 'cappuccino-inspired-Falco/Katt fiction'. I swear, I got an underdose, so this isn't gonna be as good as the last two. Cue the crappy songfic! Oh, and the music and lyrics are by Vanessa Carlton. Ai, I'm a guy, and I can't believe I'm making a first-person in a girl's view, not to be sexist, but it's just so NOT macho.

The rain fell like heavy bullets, and I was the soldier on that hopeless battlefield. The only comrade that was there for me is just leaving me. He came back to me. He said hi. And he just went. I thought that he didn't care.

'You light me up and then I fall for you.
You lay me down and then I call for you.
Stumbling on reasons that are far and few,
I'd let it all come down and then some for you.'

Why? Why is he just going? Didn't he want to catch up on all the things that we've missed over the years? We haven't seen each over for far too long. I thought he was dead. He thought I was dead. Until now, I thought he'd come back and sweep me away, away from this desolate land, to somewhere that was peaceful, and without gunshots every ten minutes.

"Falco?" I shouted over the roar of the downpour. He didn't hear me. Either that, or it's that he didn't want to hear me.

'Pretty baby, don't you leave me;
I have been saving smiles for you.
Pretty baby why can't you see?
You're the one that I belong to.
I'll be the embrace that keeps you warm,
for you're the sun that breaks the storm.
I'll be alright and I'll sleep sound,
as long as you keep comin' around, oh pretty baby...'

Why did he come all the way here, to this deserted, polluted, rogue-infested planet, just to say one word? That look he gave me with his captivating blue eyes was hauntingly strange. His words were hard to come out, as if he hated me, and was about to snap any moment.

The rain fell off of his leather jacket. It was oiled, I could see, and waterproof. There were spikes near the shoulders, making him look all the more scary. I recognized the outfit. I'd recognize it anywhere.

It was the Hard Beaks' uniform.

'And I know things can't last forever,
but there are lessons that you'll never learn.
Oh, just the scent of you it makes me hurt,
so how's it you that makes me better?'

Why was he wearing that? Did he forget all the things I've taught him? Did he just want to live his life the way he wanted it, away from me? He hated me. He didn't want me around, and yet, why on the galaxy did he come back?

This wasn't a place for good tourism. This was a place that defied everything in the code of honour. There was theft, pollution, and the fools all ran around unchecked. This was a dirty place that the Cornerian government was trying their best to clean up, and yet, it was the worst place in the Lylat. A haven for hard-headed gangsters.

Did he come back to forget about me?

Well, it mustn't have worked very well. He saw me, he got angry, he left. He just wanted to come here to wreck more havoc and create a suitable environment for himself. He was just the same, with or without all the things I've told him.

I hated him for that.

'Why can't you hold me and never let go?

When you touch me it is me that you own.

Pretty baby, oh, the place that you hold in my heart,

would you break it apart again? Oh, pretty baby...'

His ship powered up and took off faster than I could say goodbye. The Arwing was a bluish blur in the dark, gloomy sky. The exhaust from the engines was blue fire, but even that didn't warm me up.

"Fine!" I shouted to the empty sky, "Get lost! I don't want to see you again, either! You can just rot in your own filth, you miserable, arrogant loser!"

I fell down to my knees and cried. I knew that wasn't true. I've been waiting for a chance to speak to him for the past eight years, and he just tosses me aside like an annoying little brat. He was the brat... Just a stupid little pile of worthless dirt...

And I still wanted him back.