Human Ch. 6
Disclaimer: I own Nutzing!! Nuzing at all!!! Well maybe Anakia
The angel stirred a bit in his resting place upon the rustic, hardwood floor. With his movements his thighs and abs burned enough to pull him from his light slumber. Groaning, he slowly sat up and gently rubbed the sore muscles, whatever he did last night he would have to remember to stretch a bit before trying it again. And maybe not sleep on a hard floor the same night. Pit stood and stretched stiffly, watching the rain from the one of the few windows that surrounded him. Defying the shower's chilling influence over the small shack, sweat formed on Pits brow. He extended his arm out the window, enjoying the sensation of the small droplets dive bombing his hand.
"Good morning Pit." A quiet voice as sweet and smooth as vanilla cream greeted him from behind.
The voice had left him shocked and wide eyed. Inside of him a war was waged between his heart, wanting to believe the in voice, and his mind, which did everything to disprove it. The fight threatened to break both sides until he decided to end the torment. Turning on his heel and mere sight of of her face brought a new onslaught of heart wrenching emotions upon him. Easily swept up in this flood of thoughts and emotions, he lunged forward,catching the girl in a tight embrace. A heated blush came over her normally ashen cheeks as her arms returned Pit's loving gesture. She buried her face in his collar or a bit before he pulled away to look her in the face.
Her eyes were as vivid and blue as they had ever been, the brilliant green hair that had escaped her waist-long braid lay gently across her features. The archer's strong hands slid down the familiar terrain and rested on her hips She blushed harder with his new hold on her and displayed a stunning smile.
" Where'd you go?" The most pressing question managed to escaped his throat.
"What do you mean?" She tilted her head, puzzled.
Pit felt a bit downhearted that the she could forget an event which hurt him so much. "When we got back to Angel Land, you left, you disappeared without saying a word."
The woman stared at him in utter confusion "Pit, what in the world are you talking about? Are you feeling ok?"
"C'mon, we made it back to Angel Land and Palutena wanted to see you because you weren't an angel and all and I haven't seen you since!" The last part of his sentence echoed the of the anguish he still felt from her sudden, unfaithful departure.
"Pit, Medusa still has control of Angel Land." She took his hands in hers and her face once again ignited in a deep scarlet. " And I haven't gone anywhere ," she shyly glanced away, "we spent the entire night together."
Although somewhat confused, Pit blushed as well. This didn't make sense, Pit and Anakia drove Medusa from the Palace long ago, it was the reason he was now the captain of Palutena's guard and why he still held the three sacred treasures.
"Maybe we were out in the rain too long yesterday." The young woman mused, checking her lover's temperature with the back of her hand. "We probably shouldn't leave until the rain lets up anyways." She finished her impromptu check up with a quick kiss.
Pit stood confused as the countless questions in his head demanded his attention. Once again he wiped his brow of the thick sweat that formed. Maybe she was right and a fever was the cause of his heat, she certainly wasn't sweating like he was.
"Guess your right," He conceded.
His spur of the moment nurse smiled at him again, "My poor hero." She wrapped him in a comforting embrace.
The back of Pit's mind continued to warn him that something was amiss, but he ignored it. His heart was too lost in the blissful reunion to tear him away from the girl. A loud crack rang through the air, breaking the peaceful silence. Pit seemed to be the only one who noticed the flaming rafter that had just crashed to the floor.
"Ana we have to get out of here, the house is on fire!" Pit seemed to be the only one in a panic over their impending destruction. He watched the fire spread unnaturally fast across the floor as he struggled to break free of his beloved's sudden bout of strength.
"Come on!" Pit grunted as he finally freed himself from her arms. Taking her hand in his, he attempted to pull her to the door but made no progress.
"Pit, what has gotten into you?" Ana asked absolutely bewildered.
The angel wasn't even sure if the disaster was an illusion or not anymore, but that was something they could discuss when they got outside.
"Just follow me!" He had managed to bring her right outside the doorway before she retracted her hand. Pit took a few more safe steps away from the ignited house.
"Do you want to die or something?" he questioned in a heated tone.
The green haired woman just waved the question aside as she turned away. "When you're done playing in the rain you're welcome to come back inside with me."
"Dammit Anakia!" Pit prepared to retrieve her when he realized his legs were caught knee deep in mud.
"What the hell?" He cursed a loud again upon learning that the goop held him down like cement. His twisting and wreathing were cut short as the horrifying sound of the small shack collapsing in on itself drowned out the sound of the rain.
The nightmare memory hybrid left Pit's bed damp with sweat. His dazed mind did its best to replay all the images which moments ago felt so real. All the proof he needed were right outside his window. The vertigo of falling rain and leaves were no where to be seen, and rather a cool, spring morning greeted him. Having memories of Ana so callously cast in front of him didn't put him in the mood for greetings.
A moment of rage overtook him as his long forgotten pangs made themselves known again, he pounded his fist into his the bed several times as he cursed his weakness.
After a quick shower Pit began to roam the halls of the compound, clearly and visually distraught. He wore his normal toga without his trademark circlet or gauntlets. Even the light arrow which was always around wrist was nowhere to be found. He made a sudden turn towards the gym. With no match and no work at home for him today and his mind was already set on what he wanted to spend his day doing.
Samus Aran was in quite the opposite mood that day as she made her way down the hallway, eager to get some food. She had been on a mission the last 3 days and was happy just to get some extended time out of the Varia suit. Passing one of the windows she noticed her partner from her last match as he nailed a target to the trunk of a tree.
"Must want to get some practice in,"she muttered to herself. Any additional thoughts of the angel was soon dismissed by a command from her growling stomach.
A few hours passed as Pit continued firing arrow after arrow at the wooden bulls-eye only stopping every now and then to clear the board. From the corner of his eye he could see someone approaching, he payed them no mind as he readied another arrow. His visitor was Ganon, who stopped to watch him shoot. A moment later the bowstring rang out with a loud twang and an arrow stood defiant from the target's small, red, center circle
The taller man clapped a few times. "I'd expect nothing less from the captain of the guard."
"Yeah, well I've been using a bow for a very long time." He readied another arrow.
"From the bottom left to the top right, make a line with only the red rings." Ganon challenged.
Without a word the angel fired four more arrows, one by one they hit their mark with near perfection. Pit looked to Ganon, barely sparing the energy to turn his head.
"Now do the opposite with the white rings."
Four more arrows decorated the target moments later. A total of nine now adorned the red and white slab of wood.
"Amazing!" He clapped again as the archer went to clear the board. When he received the cold shoulder he turned to take his leave. "Don't let things in your past haunt you. Take any wisdom you can from it but don't let it become your noose."
Pit turned around, arrows in hand. "Who said anything about my past?" He asked a bit annoyed.
"It's almost always the past with you people."
Pit wondered what he meant by 'you people'. Shrugging it off he took a few more steps away from the target and readied another shot.
The late afternoon sky was a gradient of pale blues and oranges when Samus passed through the same hallway she did that morning. She reflected on her peaceful day with a contented sigh. She was taken back a bit as the she saw Pit outside, still practicing, although he was now joined by Link and Marth. Curiosity got the better of the bounty hunter as she decided to join the boys.
She quietly watched as Marth steadied the loaded bow in his hands. After a moment of hesitation he set it free and managed to hit the ring closest to the center. Stepping aside Link produced his own bow and arrow. Spending less time to prepare than Marth he launched his own attack. The arrow was impaled into the dead center of the board. Link's lips curled into a confident little grin as he stepped aside for Pit.
"Can you match that?" He taunted as Pit took the bow from Marth.
Samus had to admit, she was excited to see if Pit could match Link's shot. Time seemed to slow down
and her heart beat harder with anticipation as she watched on. His eyes were steady and unfaltering, his body stood as still as stone. She could swear he'd even stopped breathing for a bit. As a gentle breeze that started moments ago died out he finally let go of the arrow. Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the arrow hit it's mark. Shocked expressions were on everyone except Pit as they looked at the arrow he just shot, which was now wedged within the splintered remains of Link's arrow.
"Wow." Marth gawked.
"Fine you win, we're going to get something to eat." Link said in defeat. The two began to make their way back inside when Samus stopped them.
"What was that all about?" Samus questioned.
"Somethings got Pit in a bad mood." Link answered and continued on inside even as Marth stopped to talk.
"He's been out here all day and we were just trying to get him inside and eat something. So we bet him to a little shooting contest to get him inside, but you saw how it turned out." He explained.
"I see." She watched as the victor cleaned up the small pieces of wood.
"Maybe you should try talking to him." The regal swordsman suggested.
"Me? Why?"
"I saw you talking in the rain with him a few days ago, I figured you two were on good terms now."
Her cheeks tinged a deeper pink, "I guess I could give it a shot."
"Good luck." Marth nodded and was on his way.
Samus stood behind Pit, deciding to let him get this one shot in before interrupting him. She could feel her face heat up a bit as she watched his skillful and determined moves up close.
"Hey," She said quietly.
"Hi," He greeted stoically, not bothering to face her.
A small silence grew between the two. The bounty hunter took notice of how differently the archer looked compared to a few days ago. His hardened expression was nothing like when she met with him before their match together. He was so kind and polite before, she could tell he was trying hard not to ogle her in her zero suit the entire time they strategized, although she did catch him sneak a glance or two. Samus brought herself back to reality and decided to take control of the conversation.
"So not using your normal bow today?"
"Nope."
"Why not?" Not the most social person, she struggled to keep the silence from growing again.
"The energy arrow would destroy the target." Pit stated the obvious fact.
"Uh, right. Of course." Samus was a bit embarrassed she didn't think of the simple answer herself. She let him fire another arrow. "So anything wrong?"
"Nope."
"Are you sure? I'm here if you want to talk."
"No need to."
His surliness began to wear thin on her. "Maybe you just need to do something else for a while, wanna go get something to eat? We can go grab something in the city."
For the first time that day Pit failed to hit his desired mark. "Thanks Samus, but I don't need any pity."
"It's not pity!" Samus shot back, agitated. " I'm actually concerned about you."
"Sure it's not." Pit trailed off as he turned and walked past Samus, towards the building again.
"Fine how about this, if you lose your next match you're coming with me. I don't care where or when but we're doing something to get you out of this funk you're in!" She challenged.
"And if I win?" Pit was intrigued by her sudden outburst.
"I'll leave you alone for as long as you want."
Honestly Pit was glad when he got the normally icy woman to warm up to him in the slightest bit. But even his pride could steer him into acting stupidly.
"You're on!" He offered his hand. The two shook to make it official then headed inside. Samus silently watched the chocolate haired figure in front of her. She never really felt the urge to cheer someone else up like this, people usually found a way of dealing with their own problems. But getting him to agree to this little bet made her happy, at the very least he wasn't totally shutting himself in.
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The announcer's voice had finally stopped echoing in Pit's head and now the sound of rushing wind and roaring thrusters surrounded him. In the distance he could see the many buildings that made up Corneria pass by as the Great Fox moved onward. This time however, the angel stayed focused on his opponent. He could feel his heart race as sparks few from the yellow Pokemon's cheeks. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the challenge before him By some twist of fate his opponent chosen was Pikachu, one of the veteran fighters.
A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you like this chapter. I had most of it written for about a week but a death in the family stalled this and all other projects for a while. I'm not sure if there's much to explain here either. The flashback will be explained further in due time. Anyways I hope you enjoy and please leave a review if you have the time!