AN: I would like to begin by thanking all you Samus Aran and Mewtwo fans for not killing me in horrible, horrible ways. I know I would not allow myself the same mercies. Also, thanks to those of you who have reviewed, and helped me become a better author. It's seriously important to me. I will say that I do not expect to win this competition, and that I only entered it because, well, let's be honest. How many of you would have honestly considered pairing the hands with ANYONE, let alone Samus? I would also like to thank my readers for not trying to take my head when they realized the pun I made in the concluding AN last chapter. For those of you that STILL don't get it, I don't mean 'mind' where I say 'hand'. Oh, one more thing. For those of you that are wondering what I'm going to do with all of my little plot holes, say, the KxY side pairing, Snake taking the chocolates out of the box, or exactly what Mewtwo meant when he said he owes Samus his life and more, companion pieces. That's right, this story isn't done, though this chapter in their life is. Gods, this is the last thing I wanted, I swear, but now I'm going to be attacked if I DON'T write them... Something I feel is important to note; I do not condone suicide. I do not condemn it either, having been at a point where suicide seemed to be the best option. It is a terrible thing, feeling like you're dead inside. Last but not least, any and all religious ideals that can be found within this story are mine. I do not claim that I am responsible for creating all of the heaven. I am, however, claiming responsibility for the idea that we make our own heaven. Because I had it before I knew anything else did. *looks at Jack* Anyway, I apologize this chapter has taken so long. Well... writer's block sucks. All I'm going to say.
Disclaimer: The songs are mine. Only mine. Steal them and pay. On the other hand, if you want me to write you a song, I can give it a try. Wouldn't know why, I don't like them, but... well, just tell me what kind of song you want, I'll try to write it.
Surprise, Surprise part three
I'm standing on clouds. There's a gate in front of me. It looks like it's made of gold. I reach up my hand to rap on it, but stop. It's heaven, clearly, where else would have a giant gold gate? I killed myself, I don't deserve to be in heaven... I don't deserve any happiness at all. I never really did, I think.
I get the sense that something is on the other side of the gate, and it's inviting me in. Still I hesitate. It just doesn't sound like a good idea to me. I get the sense that the entity is laughing, but accepts my decision. I get the impression of being asked a question. Why did you kill yourself?
I close my eyes, thinking. I feel that it is important to be really honest here, both to the... thing, and to yourself. Finally, I finish deliberating with myself, and speak my answer. "Because nobody cared for me and my problems, though I was expected to listen to everyone else's." The presence tells me to look down, in a way that's not quite speech but clear, all the same. I do so, and I'm shocked at the sheer stupidity of Master Hand and Mewtwo. These are the people that don't care for you? Clearly, they love you.
I shake my head. "No, everyone that's ever loved me has been killed, and that's been used against me. Better to live closed off from everyone, every emotion."
But that's not really how you feel, is it, Samus?
I furrow my brow in thought, and come up with a rather surprising answer. "No..." I hear myself whisper, and the entity laughs.
What was that? I'm not sure you heard yourself, it seems to say with a smile in it's... impressions.
"No, that's not how I really feel."
They're willing to give up everything they have to make you happy, Samus. Would you like that chance? To be happy, to not be afraid anymore? To live again?
I have to think. I sit down, thinking I'm going to sit on some clouds, but feel a familiar type of stool. A perching stool, one the Chozo once used. This decides it for me. Tears in my eyes, I answer, "Yes. Send me back, please."
Alright, daughter.
I look up, and see a very familiar face. "Never expected to see you again."
I know... now go. Your time here is up.
I look back over my shoulder, staring at the one I knew so well, before jumping down. I feel a sensation of down and then feel like I'm being pushed back in.
* * *
I open my eyes, just as Master Hand is about to kill Mewtwo. "Stop!" I scream. I pull out my plasma whip, and quickly throw Master Hand away from Mewtwo. I then pull Mewtwo to me and start slapping him, I can't help it. I grab Mewtwo's tubes and use them to start shaking him. "How in the name of God can you be so... so... STUPID! You don't owe me anything, you oversized purple cat! What is wrong with you?" A sickening rip echoes through the air, and a small part of Mewtwo's skin tore. Shocked by what I had just done, I flee quickly, passing through the crowds of dazed, befuddled smashers with ease, fleeing to the one room where I could be alone: my own.
* * *
Worried for Samus, but more worried that Mewtwo might not be fine, I summon Doctor Mario. He gives a hopeful diagnostic, but admits that even he isn't sure what the tubes on Mewtwo do. I thank him anyway, and he brings the resisting Mewtwo to the infirmary. Now, I think, time to go check on Samus.
* * *
Finally... alone at last, I think, laying on the bed, my eyes closed. A knock echoes through my room, clearly Master Hand. "Samus, are you in there?"
For a moment, I consider not answering. But if I don't, he'll probably break down the door. "Yes, Master Hand? What do you want?" I say, making sure my voice betrays no emotion.
"I just... well, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You really scared us, you know."
"Oh please. None of you would have noticed I was missing," I caustically say.
"Is that what you think?" he replies, his voice showing his sorrow. "Look outside. All of them would have noticed when you weren't around to talk to anymore. Everyone would have noticed that you weren't here any longer. Probably within a few hours of waking up. And I... never mind, that's not important."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Master Hand, if it was important enough for you to hide, it's important enough to talk about. And it's clearly not nothing. So spill."
"It's just... if you died... I wouldn't have done my job."
"What are you talking about? Of course you'd have done your job. Wait. What is it you do?"
"Well, I'm supposed to keep an eye – and no, that's not a joke – on the Smasher's health. Physical, mental, and emotional. And clearly, I'm not doing a very good job."
"You're doing fine. There's, what, thirty nine of us? So one slips through the cracks."
"One of the most important. You really don't see how important you are to everyone, are you?"
"Oh, I'm not important at all. I just listen."
"I know full well that you gave Lucas the courage to confront the way he feels about Ness, I know that you saved Mewtwo, hell, there's probably things you've done that I haven't heard of! All because you listen, all because you advise. And you don't go anywhere!"
"Don't have anyone to talk to. Besides, I'm the counselor. I should be able to solve my own problems, and those should be nonexistent."
"What are you talking about, Samus?! You're human – well, kinda, - of course you'll have problems! Hell, I have problems! Look, if you need someone to talk to, and every sentient I've ever meet needs to at times, you can come to me."
"What the hell is this, some kind of token friendship?"
"Uh... yeah... friendship... but it's no token. Look, just... if you have problems and feel that no one else would listen, come to me."
"I... I need to think for a bit," I say, and hear the hand murmur something, before he flies off. I look at my pictures, most of them with my parents, and think, Maybe... this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
* * *
Where is she most likely to be? I think, zooming through the halls. Her room, of course! Reaching my destination, I knock on the door, calling out: "Samus, are you in there?"
A moment longer than time passes, before I hear her reply,"Yes, Master Hand? What do you want?"
"I just... well, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You really scared us, you know."
"Oh please. None of you would have noticed I was missing," she caustically says.
"Is that what you think?" I reply, unable to mask my sorrow. "Look outside. All of them would have noticed when you weren't around to talk to anymore. Everyone would have noticed that you weren't here any longer. Probably within a few hours of waking up. And I... never mind, that's not important."
"What?"
"Nothing." Oh dear Father don't push this.
"Master Hand, if it was important enough for you to hide, it's important enough to talk about. And it's clearly not nothing. So spill."
Damn it! Oh well, I'll just lie... something feasible... that works. "It's just... if you died... I wouldn't have done my job."
"What are you talking about? Of course you'd have done your job. Wait. What is it you do?"
"Well, I'm supposed to keep an eye – and no, that's not a joke – on the Smasher's health. Physical, mental, and emotional. And clearly, I'm not doing a very good job."
"You're doing fine. There's, what, thirty nine of us? So one slips through the cracks."
"One of the most important. You really don't see how important you are to everyone, are you?"
"Oh, I'm not important at all. I just listen."
"I know full well that you gave Lucas the courage to confront the way he feels about Ness, I know that you saved Mewtwo, hell, there's probably things you've done that I haven't heard of! All because you listen, all because you advise. And you don't go anywhere!"
"Don't have anyone to talk to. Besides, I'm the counselor. I should be able to solve my own problems, and those should be nonexistent."
"What are you talking about, Samus?! You're human – well, kinda, - of course you'll have problems! Hell, I have problems! Look, if you need someone to talk to, and every sentient I've ever meet needs to at times, you can come to me." I love you...
"What the hell is this, some kind of token friendship?"
Damn it! "Uh... yeah... friendship... but it's no token. Look, just... if you have problems and feel that no one else would listen, come to me."
"I... I need to think for a bit," she says.
"I... I love you," I whisper, before flying off, hoping she didn't hear me.
AN: Well, was that different or what? And so ends Samus' tale, at least, this one. I profess to being a bit surprised, I half expected to be writing a third song. Oh well, I can do it next tale. So ends this decidedly unromantic Unusual Pairings fic. Unrequited, impossible love. Not just because one happens to be a giant hand... well... actually, that is pretty much the reason why it's impossible. *shrugs* Well... that and the fact that the dead Adam Malkovich still has her heart. So. Yeah. Not getting a real romance here, especially not with these two. This was actually the hardest part of the story to write. The rest was really very simple, especially the songs. Speaking of which, if you would like me to write you lyrics, shoot me an email, 'kay? Need the subject. That's pretty much all I need, actually... Anyway, same old same old. Tell me what you thing. Reviews are good for the soul, and whatnot.