Human: Ch. 2.

Disclaimer: I don't own much in this story. I guess I own Valora.

The glorious, warm rays of the sun flooded the angel's room early the next morning. The floor that was spotless the night before was now littered with bedding and clothing that was sluggishly casted off in an attempt to cool off. Pit now slept sprawled out on a nearly bare bed in a pair of boxer shorts. The quiet, peacefulness of the room was threatened as the door of, what Pit thought the night before was a closet, creaked open and a woman stepped though. She stood at roughly Pit's height with waist long, crimson hair that cascaded between her white wings. She wore a toga much like Pit's, however silver shoulder and chest plates made her look much more ready for battle. A knee high skirt in pure white covered her from the waist down. In one hand she carried a long, silver spear and in the other was a small pile of papers.

She held a somewhat surprised expression on her face. Her head still spun from traveling between the two worlds for the first time. She briefly closed her eyes and steadied herself. Still struck by awe she drew a deep breath and reminded herself that she had purposes for coming here. One was to test the portal that appeared in Angel Land, the other was to deliver the papers in her hand. She turned and notice her captain sleeping across the room. She blinked a few times, unsure if the image before her was real. Captain Pit, the man who was always the first one to wake up in the morning and scold everyone else for sleeping in, was still in bed. She quickly turned around with a face as red as the sunrise itself. To top it all off he was in such a vulnerable position.

Maybe I should come back when he's a bit more awake, and clothed, she thought to herself. On the other hand, this was just the first assignment of the day and when else would she have time to come back? The notion of coming back later became increasingly unappealing and she bashfully inched closer to the bed.

"Pit? Sir? It's time to wake up." She timidly gazed over his sleeping form. Her emerald eyes couldn't help but to momentarily trace his lean muscles before she forced herself to look away again. Pit may have looked young, but he had been in Angel Land longer then she had. Flipping her spear over, she gave him several jabs to the ribs. It accomplished little as Pit grumbled and rolled over.

Sighing, she took notice of the metal headboard of the bed. An idea quickly hatched in her head. Carefully holding her spear with its butt-end outwards she swiftly stuck the headboard, causing it to blare out with an annoying ring. Pits eyes shot open as he panicked and tried to get out of bed. His body, nor his mind, was in any state to do so however and he fell to the floor with a loud thud.

The red head stifled a few giggles as she saluted him. "Good morning sir!" She greeted cheerfully.

"Wha, huh?" Pit groaned, standing up. "Valora? What are you doing here?" He rubbed his back a bit which stung from the sudden impact with the floor.

"Official business sir." She granted him her full attention.

"Already? I though I'd be given a day or two more before I started getting paperwork." Pit noticed her staring and made a break for the small bathroom that was connected to his room. Luckily he had left his bag of clothes in there.

"Has anything happened at home since I left?" Pit raised his voice, making sure the other angel could still hear him.

"Nope, everything is just as you left it." She called back as her eyes began to explore the room.
Pit wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that he wasn't needed at home. He emerged from the bathroom in more casual robes than the ones he fought in the day before.

"For me?" He held out an opened hand, referring to the stack of papers in her hand.

"Oh, yeah." Valora had already forgotten about her mission.

"What do we have here?" He briefly glanced over the text.

"Just the usual, reports on underworld activity, the guard schedule you asked up to draw up."

Pit frowned as he looked over the schedule in question. "What's with all these blank spots?"

"We were kind of hoping you'd cover those days."

"What about Dion? He's only on here a few times."

"He's a new father, you can't expect him to just abandon his wife at a time like this."

Pit ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks."I guess not. That means it's the two of us tonight."

Valora strolled over to the dresser where Pit had put placed his bow on the night before. "You know everyone was cheering for you yesterday." She put down her own weapon and picked up his. She had always been curious about the sacred weapon and was a little disappointed that it didn't feel too much different then a normal bow.

"Really?" Pit's face grew slightly redder.

"Yeah it was a great fight, when is your next match?"

"I'm not sure, I haven't checked yet." Pit stood up and stretched. "Well I should get my day started."

"Right I should be probably getting back too." Valora headed to the closet once again as the eyes of a slightly confused Pit followed her.

"Wait, is that how you got here, my closet?" Pit eyes grew a bit wider as his fellow angel opened the door, revealing a swirling mass of magic that served as a portal between the two worlds..

"It got me here in one piece." Valora saluted him one more time. "I'll see you tonight then sir?"

Pit brought his hand to his brow in a quick salute as he opened the other door leading out of the room.

"You bet."

The two doors shut almost simultaneously and the room was nearly empty again, save for the morning light.

"I knew there were a set of stairs around here somewhere." Pit's eyes darted from side to side of the unfamiliar hallway.

"Good morning Mr. Pit!" A young woman in a employee's uniform waved as she passed by.

"Good morning!" He spun on his heel and waved back. Now walking backwards he failed to notice Ganondorf rounding the corner in front of him. The two collided and the angel was knocked to the ground. He gazed up at the taller man, who now offered a helpful hand. Pit froze as he focused on the appendage before him. The more he looked the more a tide of dread seemed to wash over him. The angel hadn't felt this type of anxiety since he was last in the underworld.

"What?" The owner of the hand questioned, "Are you gonna take my hand or just lay there like a fool?"

Pit took the offered hand with his, as he suspected dark magic coursed through the rock hard grip of the taller man. Pit was brought to his feet almost effortlessly.

"Thanks." As the warlock turned to leave Pit dispelled his anxiety and called out to him "Is there an way I can get to the roof?"

After a brief glare Ganondorf broke the silence before it grew any longer. "Follow me."

"Thank you." The two walked quietly for a bit before it was Pit's turn to end the silence. "I'm still a bit new to the compound."

"Hmm."

"I've hardly even been outside. What kind of world is this anyways?"

"This world is nothing but a tourist attraction." Ganon snarled. "People are drawn by the fights so it was only natural that they build a bunch of restaurants and stores around here. You have to travel for quiet a while before you get into bare nature again." His distaste for the world was apparent in his voice.

"Why do you agree to fight if you hate it here?" Pit asked innocently.

"In my situation it was lesser of two evils." The two stopped. "This elevator is the only way there."

"Thanks again." The winged man stepped in. A dark hand stopped the door as it began to close.

"You should throw away those notions of good and evil while your here. We may be fighting side by side one day," Ganon moved aside and allowed the doors to separate the two. Pit reflected on the advice he was just given as his wings swayed anxiously, eager to take to the sky.

A soft finger swiftly swiped against a plump, pink tongue and returned to the book page it was at moments ago. Try as she might Samus Aran couldn't lose herself in the book's tale like she had previous days before. She yawned and rested the book over her eyes. Life was pretty boring when the federation didn't need her. Here she was finally getting a chance to live a somewhat peaceful, normal life like she always wanted and it was boring her already.

Placing the book on her nightstand, she rolled over and gazed through her room's lone window. She rather enjoyed having her bed right next to a window. On nights when she couldn't get to sleep she could watch the stars scattered across the night sky. If the weather turned sour she could close her eyes and let the sound of the rain lull her to sleep. Just the idea made her sleepy. Before she could contemplate further about peace and boredom her eyelids drooped shut.

The serenity of the scene was disrupted as something foreign to the room tickled her nose. Quickly sitting up she sneezed and her unbound, golden hair swayed with her sudden movement. Her blue eyes opened to discover the cause of her sudden disturbance, a long,white feather that now rested in her lap.

"Huh?" The bounty hunter was quite confused. It was much to lively around here for a bird this big to be flying around. She leaned out the window and surveyed the sky just in time to see Pit fly across the roof and out of her field of vision.

Something about Pit unsettled her and she couldn't figure out what. His eyes did have a light to them that was a bit eerie, but in her line of work she saw plenty of things that were strange. She brought the feather to eye level and studied it while rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. The feather also stirred up her emotions, but she knew why. It reminded her of her childhood, if days and days of training could be called a childhood, and her adopted guardians. The image of feathers and birds always reminded her of the Chozo.

Samus set the feather on top of her reading material. The day was just starting and she wasn't going to let herself fall back asleep. Ideas began to fill her mind concerning the days potential as she left her quiet, little room.

The room remained empty for quite some time. The sun had traveled across a good portion across the sky before Samus returned to her room with a slightly annoyed look on her face. Her day had been riddled with encounters with Pit. She couldn't eat, workout or even watch the fights without him eventually wandering in. It almost drove her to the point where she wanted to scream at him. She thought she could finally catch one of the final fights of the day until she heard who was fighting, Pit and Wario.

She sat down on the bed and sighed, honestly she wasn't sure who she wanted to win. Reclining back to lay down she started to realized how unfair she was being towards the angel. Wario disgusted her with his dirty tactics and greedy attitude, but for whatever reason she didn't favor him any less then Pit. Any problems she had with the angel was because of her, not him. Even her cold attitude towards him since he arrived didn't stop him from greeting her again earlier today. Maybe getting rid of her issues with him and befriending him was something she should work on.

Taking her book from the nightstand she decided to give it another shot. Before getting drawn into the vivid scene the story painted she silently wished the angel luck in his fight.

A/N: I don't make too many references here. I kind of gave Ganondorf the situation he had in Ocarina of Time where if he were back in his own world he'd still be sealed by the Sages. Or however it changes when Link becomes a kid again. Samus' childhood in this story is based on a comic that was posted on a Japanese website for some time. It was translated and can be found on a few different websites out there. If you can't find it leave me a message and I can give you the link. As for the Kid Icarus world the three sacred treasures are the ones he uses in SSBB. The Mirror Shield, the Wings of Pegasus and the Arrow of Light.

I hope I've cleared up any confusion. Thanks to those of you who read and added this story to your fav./alert lists. Please R&R!