Christmas Angel-An SSBB Fanfic

Chapter 5

Uggh… Where am I?

Samus awoke with a splitting headache. She furrowed her brow in pain as she reached up to rub her head.

Wait. Something was wrong. She lazily fingered around in her blonde mane, said hair not containing the tightness that it usually did. Eventually, she ran her hand across her scalp, thoroughly completing the investigation.

Where's my hair tie?

The night before was nothing more than a daunting blur in the huntress's mind; all she could recollect was the fact that Pit was with her.

After a few minutes of futile memory jogging, Samus gave up on her previous questions as her head was filled with a new one.

Why are my sheets so much softer?

She shivered. Reaching down, she impatiently grabbed her blanket, and giving it a sharp jerk, attempted to throw it up over herself.

The "blanket" stopped just short of her shoulders. Seemingly out of nowhere, a small groan could be heard.

"Mmm…"

It sounded close. Samus had kept her eyes shut up until this point, as she really didn't feel like leaving the warm confines of her bed. But this new voice alerted her, coaxing her to slowly open her eyes and give a quick glance around. The first thing that Samus noticed was that her blanket was not what she had believed it was.

A pure, snow white wing rested on her waist.

Samus's drowsy eyes shot open.

As if on cue, whatever pillow Samus was lying on slowly expanded and then retracted; a small, whistle like noise softly greeting her ears. Her head swiveled around to find out what strange kind of pillow she was sleeping on. Samus was surprised to find herself lying against a small, black tuxedo. Carefully, as if sealing the deal, her eyes wandered up to the suit's collar and finally above it.

Samus was almost taken aback by how cute Pit looked while he was still snoozing.

Of course, the question of how any of this came to be still rattled around like a bell in the huntress's pained head.

Pit, almost as if sensing that Samus was now awake, proceeded to wake up himself. He glanced down at her with loving eyes.

"Well, good morning, sunshine." His soft, caring voice was like music to her ears.

Samus slowly sat up. Pit, feeling the sudden shift in movement, casually propped himself up as well.

Samus quietly looked him over. His suit, while it was a bit dirty and wrinkled, no doubt due to the mysterious night before, fit him well. His twinkling golden wreath still graced his head, and his wings, now free from Samus's captivity, were stretched out at his sides. His sapphire eyes stared deeply into hers.

A sharp pain swiftly overtook the blonde's throbbing head. She reached up and clutched it irritatedly. Pit sighed and shot Samus a look that said: Hangovers, right?

Without a word, the angel removed himself from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, coming out a few moments later with a glass of water and a collection of aspirins. He handed them to Samus, who was more than grateful for Pit's kind gesture.

After popping the pills into her mouth and guzzling down the water, she turned to her heavenly caretaker.

"Pit…" Her voice was shaky.

"Yes?"

"What happened last night?"

The brunette sighed. He looked down at the floor, almost afraid to tell Samus the events of the day prior. After a long pause, he took a seat next to the huntress and tilted his gaze up to meet hers.

"Well…"

He began at the time when Samus had walked into the bar. As his story progressed, Samus's expressions flipped between deep embarrassment and fits of uncontrollable hysteria. (Pit relaxed at this.)

Their time in this very dorm room the night before was dreadfully awkward to explain. Pit tried desperately to keep his voice steady, and Samus simply showed no emotion at all.

When Pit had finished, Samus's aura was incomprehensible. All the angel knew was that he should probably give the poor girl some space.

He stood.

"Well, I assume you want to get changed, so I'll give you some privacy." He started for the door.

At the mention of clothes, Samus just then seemed to notice the rose-colored, satin dress that was elegantly stretched over her body.

As Pit opened the door, he turned his head, flashed Samus a weak smile, and silently walked out. Samus was left sitting on her bed, throbbing pain and deep emotions swirling around like a torrent in her mind.

As Pit shut the door, the heavy thuds of Ike's iron boots and the soft pounds of Link's leather ones rushed to meet his ears. After he felt the small latch of the door, he swiveled around on his heel to face his two friends.

Ike's eyes swept up and down the angel. He noted that the tux was dirtied, and Pit's fuzzy locks were a bit messier than usual. Seeing as though he had just departed from an entire night in Samus's room, the mercenary saw a prime opportunity for harassment.

His grin was sickening.

"Got a little busy with the bounty hunter, did you?"

Pit turned several shades of red as Link died laughing.

"W-what?! NO!"

He threw a fist into Ike's shoulder with all his might. The caped swordsman simply absorbed the blow, without as much as a flinch. Ike was the tough guy of the group. While he could be a bit blunt and aggravating at times, he was caring and sensitive like an older brother, and Pit liked that.

"Oh yeah?" Link backed Ike up, like he needed it. "Then explain to me how you could be in the same room with Samus Aran for an whole night and have absolutely NOTHING happen!"

It was Ike's turn to laugh. Link was in on it now.

As if by a miracle, Pit spied Zelda as she walked gracefully through the adjacent hallway. He silently thanked Palutena for his good luck and bolted past the two hysterical swordsmen to catch up with the sorceress.

"Hey, Zelda."

The princess turned to face the angel with a blissful smile.

"Hello, Pit."

Pit dropped to one knee and bowed, as was apparently customary when interacting with royalty in this world. Zelda giggled sweetly.

"Oh, please, there's no need to bow. Here, I have no authority. In fact, I should be bowing to you. Do heavenly angels not outrank earthly princesses?"

She clutched her dress's ruffles and humorously curtsied. Pit chuckled, flattered by her compliments. Zelda was always nice to him. Heck, Zelda was nice to everybody. Well, with the exception of Ganondorf. But that was to be expected.

"So, what do you need of me?" Her regal, soothing voice flowed like a melody into Pit's ears.

"You're still friends with Samus, correct?"

Zelda and Samus bunked across the hall from each other, so they naturally became close friends. There were only three women (Nana was with Popo all the time, and Jigglypuff was, well, a pokemon) at Smash Manor, so they had quickly formed a small group.

"Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering," Pit hurried his tone, "if you might know what Samus wanted for Christmas."

Pit had already acquired a gift for just about everyone in Smash Manor, but he wanted Samus's to be special. He patiently awaited Zelda's reply.

Zelda pondered to herself. This was not the first time that she had been presented with this inquiry. Far from it, actually. A good number of the other men were after the same information, and every time they were shot down by Samus, they would hunt the princess down and bombard her with questions. She was really beginning to grow sick of it. Yet, Pit's motives seemed innocent and… adorable. Then again, everything about Pit was adorable. Being that he couldn't age, he would probably always be that way.

After a long pause, Zelda spoke.

"I will concede that she has confused me many a time with her talk of futuristic technology and warfare, but her heart seems to be set on obtaining weapons of any kind." She shrugged. "I'm afraid that I'm not of much help."

Pit took her hands, in response to which Zelda flushed a bright pink.

"It'll do. Thanks, Zelda."

He turned to shoot out the door, but the princess stopped him.

"Pit, you're not going out in that, are you? Your suit isn't clean."

Pit suddenly remembered his filthy tuxedo.

"Er… thanks. I almost forgot."

Zelda gave Pit a bright smile, then walked away.

The angel dashed off to his dorm for a quick change of clothes, unaware that Ike and Link had watched their entire conversation.

Link had subconsciously clenched his fists when Pit took Zelda's hands, and he held them closed until now.

Ike noticed. That cheesy grin stretched across his face again.

"Jealous?"

"Shut up."

Samus casually stepped out of her shower. She dried off with a sky blue towel, wrapped herself in her favorite bathrobe, and shuffled up to her sink to brush her teeth. After slipping on her Zero Suit, she walked to the door. However, the dreadful sight of her messy, looks-like-a-hurricane-hit-it bed stopped her. She grasped the corners of her ruffled comforter and flipped it out over the bed, allowing the sheets to billow down until they came to rest on the mattress's face.

Samus's keen eyes swiftly jumped as something small and white darted out from under the blanket. It slowly drifted down to the floor, just out of the huntress's sight. Samus walked over, bent down, and lifted the object to where it was parallel to her face.

A gorgeous, white feather stared back at her.

Samus, intrigued, gently stroked its delicate plumes. It was much softer than she could have ever imagined, and it seemed to give off its own little warmth. A pale blue glow radiated off of it. The blonde's quiet breath shifted the feather back and forth as she fondled it lovingly in her hands. She simply could not tear her eyes from it.

Samus just couldn't get Pit out of her mind. Granted, he was handsome, with his messy, chestnut locks and his adorable face. Yet, Samus couldn't help but feel something… more. Was it love? Was she in love? With him? Did he love her back? Countless questions buzzed around like angry hornets in the girl's mind. Eventually, she shook all of them off. She was hungry, tired, and had a miserable headache. Simply no energy could be spared exploring her emotions.

Samus carefully set fragile, glowing feather down on her nightstand, and swiftly departed to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Pit's mind was totally blank as R.O.B. 64 continued to carefully explain what a laser diode was. As soon as he had changed, the angel had left to find the only person he knew that knew about futuristic weapons other than Samus-and that was Fox. Contrary to Pit's beliefs, the humanoid was quite eager to share his knowledge with Pit, describing every detail of his own personal gun. He then suggested getting Samus a laser diode, as it was quite a pain to keep it repaired and in working order. With the amount of use that Samus got out of her pistol, it must have been a nightmare. Pit had thanked Fox and left, taking off towards Smash Town and searching for the most high-tech store he could find. Then he had managed to get himself mangled up in this robot's endless droning. Seriously. All he wanted to do was just buy the darn thing and leave. Thankfully, laser diodes, while they were expensive, were not out of his price range.

All that Pit really got out of the robot's description was incoherent babble. He was mainly used to using weapons that ran on Palutena's power; his bow for example. Therefore, all of this electronic talk was utterly lost on him.

When he had had enough, Pit cut the robot short and purchased the gadget.

He looked up innocently at him.

"Do you gift wrap?"

The robot looked at him like he had two heads.

Pit grumbled to himself.

"Nevermind."

With a few quick beats of his wings, he was airborne again, carefully cradling the high-tech trinket in his small hands.

Some time later, Pit landed softly in front Smash Manor, the laser diode snugly concealed within the folds of his tunic. He tiptoed in through the gigantic doors and off to his dorm, quietly humming the Mission Impossible theme to himself. He was up against walls, behind couches, even going as far to hold his fingers as a pretend gun at his side, anything he could do to avoid a run-in with Samus. Pit didn't even know why he bothered. Samus was the galaxy's most feared bounty hunter, so she had a certain way of finding out what she wanted to know. Pit knew that if she even saw him, a conversation would strike up between the two and Samus would eventually begin to wonder just what exactly Pit was hiding in his toga. THAT would be game over.

Thankfully, Samus was elsewhere, and Pit managed to escape to his room without too much suspicion.

After about thirty minutes of torn wrapping paper, furious swearing, and loose, tape-covered feathers fluttering around the room, Pit finally managed to get the gadget wrapped up in a somewhat presentable fashion. He exhaustedly slapped a bow on the top and collapsed onto his bed.

A loud stomach growl pierced the silence. The archer lazily threw a glance over to his nightstand alarm clock.

"1:00. No wonder I'm starving."

He dragged himself out of his suddenly extremely cozy bed, jolted open the door, and stomped off to the cafeteria.

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AUTHOR ATTACK!

Yes, hello readers, it's me. If you were actually kind enough to read through all of that Jaws stuff, I salute you. While I'm here, I have a few questions…

If I don't start putting disclaimers, will people sue me?

Does anybody mind that I don't tend to use border lines? If so, I will start.

How'd I do with Zelda?

I'm thinking about heading my chapters differently. Any objections, Lady? *coughcoughOtherMreferencecoughcough*

Did you like this chapter? I even through in some Pit/Zelda, just to confuse you peeps. Naw, I'm kidding. It just kinda flowed with it while I was writing.

And finally, how am I doing overall? I've truly become a writer, the main reason being that I'm starting to see my work as utter bullcrap. Hopefully that's just me.

Drop me a line in the reviews! Thanks!

-Mohawkman2233