ALRIGHT! Let's get this dance started! Who's with me?!
*looks back to Smashers*
*Samus and Pit are making out furiously in the corner*
*Zelda is still passed out in Link's arms*
*Ike is breaking things with Ragnell*
*everyone else is gone, busy with their actual lives*
…alright…
*slinks into the shadows with laptop*
…yeah…
Days flew by. Hands and Smashers scrambled about the Manor hurrying to get everything ready. Decorations both figuratively and literally flew onto the walls. Kirby nearly collapsed from exhaustion trying to fulfill the expansive, mile-long sheet of paper that served as the refreshment request list. Everyone, all the time, anywhere you went. The dance was all you hear of.
It truly would be a night to remember.
Marth, Ike, Link, and Pit had all camped out in the Fire Emblem dorm for the past few hours, both getting themselves ready and goofing off at the same time. The latter was more prominent.
While everyone was tense from the get-go, no one could possibly be more nervous than Smash Manor's resident angel. A fleet of butterflies in his stomach, Pit struggled to connect his cufflinks as his hands quivered. The midnight-black tuxedo he had rented, contrasted by the stark white shirt he had underneath, wasn't particularly designed for angels. It took all of his resolve to stuff his wings into the back of his suit without screaming and causing the other three guys to rush in with swords at the ready. Perspiration caused his little forehead to shimmer as the advancing events loomed over him. Did he even know how to dance at this sort of thing? He had never been to a mortal dance before, did they have the same customs? What if he didn't like any of the food, then would he look picky? What if the music was really bad, and he got a headache?
He paused for a moment. He took a second to mentally slap himself.
None of those trivial things bothered him in the slightest. All he could think about was her.
Samus. She would be there. She was going to be his date. She would be his for the night.
His heart thrashed about in his ribcage, pounding on the inside of his chest.
…for the night…
"HEY! PIT! What're you still doing in there?!"
The shaking little angel nearly leapt out of his skin.
Ike's spiky hair fluttered just a bit as he poked his head through the door.
"Dude, how long are-"
He glanced at the archer.
"…you alright? Sorry to scare you."
Pit's thudding heartbeat returned to a peaceful drum. He merely gave the mercenary a half smirk and pushed past him out into the room.
Link was lying spread eagle out on Marth's bed (which was noticeably cleaner than Ike's) and playing with his tie. His choice of suits was… interesting, to say the least. Going all out with the "glam" as he humorously called it, he had gone with a full, gold-colored suit coat with a green shirt within, gold pants, gold shoes, and if that wasn't enough, he had donned a black and gold tie with a Triforce pattern on it. He looked like something out of a back alley gang movie. Somehow, he pulled it off.
Marth had gone WAY more subtle. True blue as ever, his coat possessed just a hint of navy, veering away just a bit from solid black. His shirt was a crisp white, his pants the same shade as his coat, and a striped, dark cobalt tie was hung on his neck. A fedora was almost a component of his getup, but Link had started making jokes about how Marth was becoming "Fedora the Explorer," and that idea pretty much went out the window. His shoes were a sharp, glossy black. He somewhat resembled a tall, blue-haired shadow. He looked good.
Pit's outfit was nothing to laugh at, either. Going off the fashion wisdom of Peach, he had gone with a suit the same shade as a starless night, countered by the blinding white of his shirt, which was countered again by an entirely black tie, dividing his torso down the middle. His pants were as dark as his shoes, both an unrelenting midnight color. A little golden pin, fashioned to look like wings, rested comfortably on his chest. Peach had originally suggested the light vs. dark (pun intended) style was so his wings could function as part of the outfit, to add to the white of his costume. Unfortunately, they had both neglected to remember the fact that his wings wouldn't be sticking out anyway.
Or would they?
The very moment Pit had stepped out into the room, the stitching of his coat gave way, allowing his wings to tear through the fabric and burst out behind his back. The sound startled everyone in the room.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHRIP!
A short silence passed as loose feathers danced about the room.
Pit cursed under his breath.
"I paid for this suit…"
Link and Marth laughed.
"Look at it this way," Marth choked, "at least now you won't look like the hunchback of Notre Dame!"
Link fell off the bed.
Ike was back out of the bathroom soon enough.
"Hey guys, what was that-"
Pit's fluttery wings, draped in torn fabric, gave him all the evidence he needed.
"Ah. Maybe we should've thought of that before you put on the suit."
Pit glared daggers as Ike closed the door behind himself. The mercenary had gone with something that could almost have been expected. His apparel was similar to Pit's, except his tie was a blood-stained shade of crimson. It really added to the vitality of the suit, making his chest pop more than it already did. A rose rode in his shirt pocket.
"Geez, Ike. Is the rose really necessary? We're going to have fun, not to rape people." Marth's sarcastic tone had a physical sting to it.
Ike simply smiled a smile that only insane murderers wear when they're about to make a kill.
"We'll see…"
A collective shudder hit the room.
Ike burst out laughing.
"SAMUS! STOP SQUIRMING! YOU'LL MAKE ME MESS UP!"
A floor above the boys, Zelda, Peach, and Samus had set up their pre-dance HQ in Zelda's room. After letting Peach and Zelda know that Pit had asked her to the dance, and that she had said yes, the pair had gone full-on fangirl mode, shipping like no one's business. Now the two princesses had her pinned, which was a surprising accomplishment against the galaxy's greatest bounty hunter, and were attempting to, as Samus called it: "defile her face with ungodly chemicals that did who-knows-what in the long run" to which Peach replied: "Shut up, Sammy."
It was very rare to hear the huntress scream. But the two fangirl princesses made it possible.
"NO! PEACH! LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT ANY – AAAH!"
Zelda giggled like a mad woman as she rubbed lipstick furiously onto Samus's mouth. The huntress kept her lips shut as tight as she could, so as not to taste the wretched stuff. While her eyes were squinted as well, Peach took the initiative to spread a little eyeshadow above the huntress's surprisingly long lashes. Samus growled furiously, but she couldn't help but be just a little curious. She had always seen Zelda put this kind of stuff on, but had never tried any herself.
"Alright! All done!" Peach chimed.
Zelda brushed a few strands of hair out of Samus's face.
"You can open your eyes now, Sammy."
As the huntress looked up, she almost gasped at how good of a job the two had done. The eyeshadow was a peculiar shade of green, but it worked with Samus's particular eye color, creating one cohesive sea-foam colored feature that mystified and awed. The blush painted on her cheeks was almost non-existent, but there nonetheless, giving her skin a little more color than it already had. The lipstick was a delectable-looking tint of luscious cherry, a truly tempting sight to behold. The pure white of her teeth peeking out from behind her lips gave another hint of sweetness in her kiss, like strawberries scattered on vanilla ice cream. One might have thought originally that the gold of her hair would have fought for dominance with the color of her lips, but instead they shook hands and glowed together, setting her face ablaze with beauty.
"Well?" Zelda patiently whispered. "What do you think?"
It took a minute for the huntress to take it all in. She blinked a few times, ran her fingers through her hair, and simply sat there in an awed silence.
"It's…um…" She didn't quite know how to describe it.
Peach clapped her hands.
"Good enough to make poor Pit pass out! Zellie, we really should start charging. We'd turn a fortune-"
"Peach…please. Let the girl speak for herself. Sammy?"
"…I…I-I think it's nice…"
"Good! Well, a few things you should remember while you have that stuff on are-"
Without warning, Samus had spun around and gripped them both forcefully by their necks.
"If you ever do this again I swear I won't hesitate to kill the both of you. Understand?"
Peach gave a small squeak of surprise and fear. Zelda's eyes grew huge, but she gulped and nodded her head.
Relaxing her crush grip, the huntress gave the two an evil, half-smile.
"Good."
It didn't take long for them to get dressed either. Peach had taken a step out of her comfort zone and gone with YELLOW, of all colors. Her canary-colored dress extended to the floor, as all hers did. Her gloves were still snow white, and her teal broach was still snuggled in her bust. Gold intricacies of an unrecognizable shape dangled from her ears, and her neck was encompassed by a small, simple, golden chain. There wasn't a square inch on her that didn't have a ruffle, ridge, or ribbon sewn into it. She looked like a walking, golden Christmas tree. And it worked.
Zelda wasn't especially up for anything special. It was almost an act of apathy, but she had deduced that she would simply go in her traditional gown, since it was usually fancy enough for just about anything Master Hand could throw at her. The only visible difference was a small, golden Triforce necklace that Peach had looked EVERYWHERE for. If she hadn't worn that, the Mushroom princess would have been heartbroken.
Samus's outfit truly took the cake. She had enclosed her figure in a scarlet, shimmering party dress, like a piece of candy in a wrapper. The full length of the dress stopped at the midpoint of her shin, showing enough leg to keep her crimson heels accented. The lower half of her dress had a split from her hip down over her left thigh, and her waist was slimmed by a stark black belt with a silver buckle. The top half of her dress was somewhat low-cut, drawing a little attention away from her legs. A sliver choker with sapphires entwined within traced the circumference of her neck. Small, golden hoops served for her earrings, camouflaging quite nicely against her shimmering hair, which was now out of her ponytail and down at her sides. Her glance could nearly make a man keel over.
Who knows what she could do to an angel?
Peach had to gasp as the huntress stepped out of the bathroom.
"Goodness Sammy! Looking a bit…scandalous, aren't we?!"
"Samus…" Zelda spoke, "I'm not so sure that wearing something like that's such a good idea…"
The huntress flushed. Almost immediately she crossed her arms in a self-conscious motion as warmth spread over her face. For once, she actually felt embarrassed about how she looked.
"So what?! This is my first real date! Isn't this what men like?!"
She slapped a hand over her mouth.
Silence.
It took a while for that to sink in. Both princesses slowly gaped.
After a long pause, Peach began to whisper in a motherly tone.
"Oh…Sammy…"
Zelda suddenly stepped in, handkerchief at the ready.
"Don't cry sweetie, your makeup will run-"
"I'M NOT GOING TO CRY!" The huntress screamed.
Zelda froze and cowered back a bit.
Samus looked away.
"Well, it's just… I don't get a lot of dates, okay? I just don't want Pit to feel intimidated and ditch me right off the bat. I thought that maybe if I dressed like this, he'd be unwilling to let me go…"
Peach put a hand on Samus's shoulder.
"Sammy, it's a logical idea, but there are a few things wrong with your theory."
She sighed.
"First off, you are a very athletic, smart, and attractive young woman, and that does scare off most guys, but Pit came to you this time. He was able to look past your outer surface and fall in love with what was within you."
Zelda regained her composure and nodded.
Peach continued.
"Also, dressing like that may be a way to captivate guys, but the wrong kind. Pit fell in love with your inner self, not your outer. Those are the kind of guys you want to keep. The body fades over time, but your soul and mind remain forever. That means he'll still love you, even when you age."
Zelda stepped up to bat.
"Not to mention that dressing like that might give the poor little angel a heart attack. He may be thousands of years old, but he's a child at heart. If you must go in that, at least be decent about it. He might only be able to take so much."
Samus had to chuckle. She was right, of course.
Peach grinned.
"There. There's a little smile."
The huntress was surprised to find the two hugging her almost instantaneously.
Bewildered, but comforted, she extended her arms awkwardly around them, doing her best to return the favor.
"Thanks, guys."
Link checked his gold watch.
"They're going to be late."
The four were waiting somewhat impatiently in front of the Grand Hall's immense doors. It had been nearly half an hour since they had gotten there, and the dance would start in about five minutes. Most of the other Smashers were already inside.
Pit's mind raced.
Oh no… what if this was all a setup? What if she only said yes to just leave me out in the cold and make me feel like an idiot? What did I ever do wrong? Why does she subject me to such torment? Why-
His mind exploded with joy as he saw a party of three girls round the corner. It was around 7:55-ish, and it was already fairly dark outside. The only light shed on the girls was dispensed by the occasional streetlight they passed as they walked forward.
That was all the light Pit needed to set his heart on fire. The world around Samus seemed to melt away, and all he could focus on was her. As she passed the second streetlamp, Pit got an eyeful.
She was breathtaking. Luminance radiated from her figure in every which way as her dress reflected both moonlight and the light of the streetlamp. Her shaped flowed with the dress, every aspect and curve painting a gorgeous picture in the little angel's mind. The bounce in her shimmering hair jumped in a sweet rhythm to the swing of her hips in her flawless stride. Every time she took a step with her left foot, she baited his eyes with a quick flash of her thigh, driving Pit clean up a wall. The unclothed, cream-colored skin of her forearms resembled the flawlessness of the moon itself, displaying a certain sheen that only Pit's eyes could catch. The angel could feel himself melting inside.
She wasn't even started with her little show yet. After about twenty seconds with the street serving as her runway, Samus arrived with Zelda and Peach at the main entrance of the Grand Hall, just under the main doorway light. Her face, now in full view, was on display for the angel like an elegant painting in some uptight museum. The little angel's eyes began to quiver in their sockets as he examined her. Peach and Zelda had done flawless work, and as a result the huntress's eyes nearly flashed at the trembling archer. Her skin was completely flawless, hinted playfully with blush. The enticing, sugary shade of her lips caused his mouth to subconsciously water, in response to which he quickly turned away and wiped his features with his sleeve. He looked solemnly to the ground. He felt unworthy to even stand in her presence.
Samus glanced lovingly to the little angel cowering at the mere sight of her. Her eyebrows jumped as she saw how good he looked in turn, and at how inadequate she had made him feel. The first things she noticed were, as one might expect, the two wings jetting out the back of his ripped suit coat. Under the light of the Grand Hall entrance, the silky feathers of heaven blazed brilliantly with a near blinding light, searing back the encompassing darkness as the sun set for the night. Once again, Peach's fashion sense was impeccable, allowing the white and black of Pit's multifaceted outfit to amuse and attract Samus's eyes. Her attention soon shifted from his colors to his form. She stood a good six inches above his height, but he was physically built much more efficiently. His muscles, even under the veil of the suit coat, advertised themselves long and lean, strong and secure, adaptable for both speed and power. His figure was somewhat of a slight hourglass, with his waist just being a tiny bit thinner than his chest, which had been depressed due to the angel's currently nervous body language. His legs didn't look like anything truly special, but Samus knew all too well the muscle they concealed.
In an instant, he had turned his head slightly upward, and his eyes were once again on her.
His eyes.
Samus drew a sharp breath.
She had always loved his eyes, whatever it was about them. Maybe it was the way that they conveyed such innocence, so big and blue and doughy that all she would want to do is cuddle the poor teen to death. Maybe it was the way they seemingly pierced beyond her physical appearance and delved into her soul, as if he was examining her from the inside out. He was an angel, that was entirely possible. Or maybe it was simply the way she always managed to lose herself in those eyes, whereas she would plunge into an unending sea of sapphire iridescence of which she could never hope nor want to leave….
Eventually, the trembling brunette choked out a whisper.
"Y-you…y-y…y-y-you l-look nice…" He stuttered, nervous beyond all reason.
She could feel her heart warm to the sweet sound of his angelic little voice.
She replied in her own special tone, silky and strong.
"So do you."
Then Zelda had to go kill the moment.
"Link… WHAT IN THE NAME OF DIN ARE YOU WEARING?"
The Hero of Time simply smirked.
"Glam."
SO! I bet you were expecting me to put the actual dance in this chapter! BUT NO! I merely led you on into a false sense of hope… and now you must wait another three months for the actual dance to start! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*Smashers beat up the author*
OKAY OKAY I'M SORRY!
Honestly, though, the chapter was getting long, and it's like midnight, and I have school tomorrow, and I have to clean my room, and I'm a procrastinating monster, and like seventy people came into my room asking for help on homework (remember I live at a boarding school) and like a million other things are going on…
But I did actually end up having some free time, so I thought to myself:
"What did I used to do when I actually had time to myself?"
…
…and then it hit me…
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANFICTION LOLZ
So, yeah. Hope you guys enjoyed this little prelude to the upcoming dance (that's been upcoming for like months now)
Man, Link's a gangster, ain't he? Just imagine that suit in your mind. JUST IMAGINE IT.
The light vs. dark concept for Pit's suit design is an obvious pun on the Light vs. Dark matches in Kid Icarus Uprising, just in case you didn't know.
By the way, in case you haven't noticed already, Pit x Samus is the main pairing of this entire fanfic. It's not even a competition. I like the others, but they don't even compare to my love of this pairing. THOUST CANNOT EVEN COMPREHEND MY FEELY FEELS FOR THIS COUPLE
Is it just me, or do I have a thing for putting Samus in red party dresses? I mean, I did it in Christmas Angel, (if you remember) and I'm doing it again here. Problem? Perhaps.
And while I'm on Samus (figuratively, of course) I'd like to say that I'm sorry if you didn't like the little emotional spat between her and Peach and Zelda. It just kinda flowed from my fingertips as I wrote. Plus, we've all seen perfect girl problems before, right? Y'know, when a girl is so good at everything that she overshadows all the guys around her, and they end up being intimidated and isolating her completely. I thought it was a nice touch, but eh, different strokes for different folks.
Again, I'm sorry for being gone for so long. And don't think this update means I'm free for the rest of the year, cuz I'm not. I just had some offhand, unexpected free time and I thought HEY FANFICTION and I got a new chapter out without any planning whatsoever. Thanksgiving break is coming up, though, so I might just have a little more offhand, unexpected free time. *wink*
But don't you dare think I'm dead. No. I'm only mostly dead. And mostly dead means…
…SLIGHTLY ALIVE…
(bonus points if you get that reference)
Well, that should about cover it. Thanks for staying with me even though I'm the slowest writer to ever walk the earth!
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Thanks for the read! God bless!
-Mohawkman2233
*turns to Pit* So champ, how ya feelin'?
*Pit is passed out in the corner*
*Samus is advancing towards him on all fours, licking her lips*
Whoa, easy girl…
