Christmas Angel-An SSBB Fanfic

Chapter 6

Days of unexpected run-ins and awkward silence passed between Samus and Pit until the night of Christmas Eve. At this time, Master Hand and Crazy Hand were to furnish an elegant banquet to bid farewell to the Smashers before they were allowed a week to return home for the holidays. The gathering took place traditionally in the Grand Hall, which had been nearly overwhelmed with decorations.

Many of the fighters had already arrived before the banquet even started. Pit had just ended a conversation with Ike about holy blades when he had decided to glance around for Samus. Unfortunately, the blonde bounty hunter was nowhere in sight. Pit, confused, walked off to the dorm building to see if she was still getting ready.

When he arrived, he gently rapped a knuckle against Samus's wooden door.

"Miss Aran?"

No answer. He tried again.

"Miss Aran, are you there?"

Still no reply.

Sadness overcame the angel. No matter how strange things had become between them, he still cared deeply for her. He had wished to say goodbye to his friend before he departed for Skyworld… to be back on soft, fluffy clouds… and in Palutena's warm, caring embrace….

Pit was cruelly ripped from his pleasant daydream as a blazingly fast cobalt blur bolted behind him. Instantly he realized who it was, and called out to the speeding flash.

"Sonic! Wait up!"

The blue streak suddenly stopped, whipped around, and zoomed up to the angel. When the dust had settled, the bright blue hedgehog was glaring at Pit, impatiently tapping his foot.

Pit hurried his tone. "You wouldn't happen to know where Samus is, would you?"

Sonic rolled his eyes, sparking Pit's temper.

"Come on! I just want to say goodbye!"

Without so much as a warning, Sonic zipped up behind Pit, picked him up, and barreled out of the building at a bewildering speed. Braving the Lightning Chariot was one thing, but being carried off by Sonic at his top speed was another entirely. Pit pulled in his wings, desperately trying to reduce any air resistance on them so they wouldn't get torn off. The world around them seemed to dissipate; all that remained in its place was a flurry of blue and gray streaks.

In an instant, Pit and Sonic found themselves in front of Angel Bar. As soon as Sonic released Pit to his feet, the angel immediately stumbled over and deposited his lunch in the nearby trash bin. Sonic snickered.

Pit glanced up and scowled at the hedgehog.

"Do you normally go that fast?!"

Sonic grinned smugly and shook his head no. And with that, the blue blur was off again, leaving nothing behind save for a cloud of dust.

Pit, having regained his composure, sauntered in to the familiar building.

The first thing he saw was her. Samus was alone at the counter, solemnly gripping a glass of what Pit assumed was eggnog. As he neared her, he spied a small tear rolling down her flawless expression.

Now Pit was worried. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.

"Hey."

Samus jumped and turned around to meet him, swiftly wiping the tear away from her reddened cheek.

"Hey." Slowly she returned to her drink.

Pit slid onto the barstool next to her, his wing now gently shielding her back.

"What are you doing here? Everyone's enjoying the banquet back at the manor, so why aren't you?"

"I'm better off by myself."

There was a pause.

"That tear on your cheek suggests otherwise."

Samus's face flushed as she let out a deep sigh. Pit stole her hand away from its glass and stared up at her with his gigantic, sapphire eyes.

"Come on, what's the harm? You'll have fun, I promise."

Samus flashed Pit a smile, but quickly hardened it into a frown.

"There's no way we'd be able to walk back in time."

"Who said anything about walking?" Pit flapped his wings as a mischievous grin spread across his face.

Samus's eyes widened. "You can't mean-"

"And why not?"

"Can you even lift me?"

"Worth a shot!" Pit jerked Samus off her stool and dragged her outside. Once there, he bent down and swept Samus up into his arms, bridal style. She was rendered speechless.

"How did-"

"I'm a bit stronger than I look." He gave Samus a confident smirk. "Ready?"

"No!"

"Close enough!"

And with that, the angel's wings burst out from behind his back, and with one powerful beat, the two shot into the air. Samus let out a shrill scream as she flung her arms around Pit, burying her head in his toga.

Pit struggled desperately to keep himself level for the sake of the girl squirming frantically around in his arms. As soon as they had enough altitude, Pit stretched his wings out at his side, easing himself into a gliding position.

He glanced down to Samus. "You can open your eyes now."

Samus warily raised an eyelid. Both eyes suddenly shot open at the sight of the majestic, expansive city below. She swiveled her head to greet the wispy clouds that lazily drifted by as she clung to her airborne friend. She found herself speechless once again.

"Hey! You alright?" Pit's caring voice snapped her out of her trance. "You're not going to throw up on me, are you?"

Samus could only turn her head to stare at Pit. His endless cerulean eyes brimmed with determination as he carried the pair through the sky. His fluffy locks were being toyed with delicately by the gentle winds, and his wings, oh… his wings… were more captivating than ever, demonstrating their full power with each rhythmic beat. She felt that she could simply melt in his arms.

Gently Samus nestled her head into the silky folds of his tunic, out of more comfort than fear, causing Pit's features to erupt into deep scarlet. He slowly rested his own head against her soft, golden hair, quietly humming a smooth tune into her ears.

After some time, the two landed just in front of the Grand Hall's titanic doors. Pit released Samus to her feet, bounced up beside her, flashed a bright smile, and gestured for her to go inside.

Samus shuffled anxiously up to the building, Pit energetically behind her.

I'm sorry that this took so long, and for the fact that it was really short. I went on a trip to Washington D.C., and my telepathic powers wouldn't reach my computer.

We're getting close to the end. In the words of Ike-

Prepare yourself.