Samus: -Rolls eyes- Drama queen…
You could be a LITTLE more grateful since it's about you! –Shakes fist-
Samus: Mm…that's true. –Smirks- Carry on, Shakespeare with your masterpiece, and—OW! –Gets hit in the eye with a Samus plushy-
Now SHUSH. –Turns back to readers, smiling innocently- When I was listening to a song from one of my favorite shoes, Naruto, called "Wind", I HAD to make this story. I don't know why, but the song inspired me to write a story about Samus. So I did! And don't worry aztec luv, I'll get to your Mewtwo x Samus story soon enough, and maybe I'll throw in a bit of Kirby x Jigglypuff too! -Winks-
Samus: -Rubbing eye- Why am I always in all the couples…?
'Cause you're special. –Pushes her into a closet- In fact, you're so special, I'm going to keep you in a closest so nobody can take away your specialness! 3
Samus: -Starts swearing profoundly while slamming on the closet door-
-Ignores her- This oneshot is actually kind of odd…to me anyway. I didn't quite get the ending I wanted, but hopefully you get what I was trying to weave into the story. ; I tried writing this plenty of times to make the kind of story I like (simple, but to-the-point) but all I could get in the end was this. But I'm proud of it nonetheless!
So without further ado, here's Samus's oneshot! Enjoy, and remember to review if you want to make SJ happy and get your stories on here quicker! XD
Title: 'Do I Try Too Hard?'Couple/Character: Samus-centered.
Summary: Samus looks back on her life, and thinks on how she's become stronger.
Dedication To: All the Samus fans. :3
She jogs every morning, before anybody is awake, around the Mansion and onto a little path leading to a lake. She does this every morning to stretch her muscles, exercise, and, most of all, to just simply get away from her life as a Smasher, and have some time to herself.
Today, she is running, just like all those other days, while listening to her MP3 player; it's a cloudy morning, but she doesn't mind. She never really does mind the weather, no matter what.
Cultivate your hunger before you idealize,
Motivate your anger to make them all realize.
Climbing the mountain, never coming down,
Break into the contents, never falling down.
She takes this time to think, and sort out her thoughts. Usually she thinks about either a victory or a loss she had recently, or a boy she may like, and even maybe about what she'll do later on in the day if she doesn't have a match coming up.
Today, however, she's thinking about her past.
My knee is still shaking like I was twelve,
Sneaking out the classroom by the back door.
A man railed at me twice but I didn't care,
Waiting is wasting for people like me.
Now her past wasn't all that great—heck, there wasn't anything 'great' about it. Her parents died, her home was destroyed, and she spent most of her life becoming a ruthless bounty hunter seeking revenge against the Space Pirates. She really can't say that it was great at all, since she always grew up taking care of herself.
She's an orphan, and has nothing to look forward to. Nothing at all.
At least, that's what she thinks.
Don't try to live so wise,
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
She always tries to be strong, and smart; always. People even mock her by calling her the 'perfect killing machine', and though she's glad that they notice how hard she tries, the title makes her heart throb.
The perfect killing machine…it's true at least. She does kill so many people, or living things if they have a bounty on them.
It's ironic, she thinks bitterly as she jogs. Mother always taught me that killing was bad, and that everybody deserved their life, but I merely end up killing them anyway. Hm…maybe the title does suit me after all.
Don't try to live so wise,
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
Then she joined the Smashers Mansion, where it seemed like a break compared to her bounty hunting.
Of course she didn't talk with very many people. Almost none, really. Not until Zelda had the guts to walk up to her and ask her to join her and her friends with a friendly smile.
She jumps as she hears a crack of thunder, and looks up at the sky. Something wet and small lands on her nose and she sighs.
"Drat," she says, her voice oddly soft. "I couldn't finish before it started raining. Now I'm going to get completely soaked…"
But she doesn't care. She likes the rain, and she'll quickly dry herself off once inside, anyway.
She continues to jog, trying not to think anymore.
The rain pours down even more now, and she brushes the hair out of her eyes, stopping in her path. She lets out a few pants before turning around, and letting out a large breath.
"Guess it's time to go back," she mumbles, and starts jogging—rather slowly, but jogging nonetheless. She soon sees the Mansion, and sighs, slowing down to a walk and going up the steps once she reaches them…
…only to have the door flung open, and something being flung over her head.
"You're such a silly girl!" cries a voice similar to Peach's, and she feels somebody rubbing the cloth over her head; she realizes it's a towel, but can't dwell on it any longer and yelps as somebody drags her inside. The pink princess begins to snap at her wildly again. "Look at you! You're soaked!"
"What the hell-!" she manages to choke out, and stumbles back, ripping the towel off her head. Her friends come into view, and she glares at them. "What are you all doing here?"
Zelda gently takes the towel and starts to dry off her hair, taking it down from its ponytail. "Well, we were going to go look for you," she explains, smiling calmly, "but I suppose we have to get you dried off first, hm?"
She stares at her blankly. Roy takes this chance to step up and take her MP3, despite her weak protest.
"Relax! I'm just taking it so it won't get water inside it," he says, and grins. "You'll probably go into one of your moods again if it does."
"You idiot! Give that back to m—" she's cut off as she sneezes, and wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Oh great…"
"That doesn't sound too good," Link points out, and sighs. "Then again, that's what you get for going out in the morning in the rain just to jog."
"Zelda can make her some soup, and we'll get some medicine from Dr. Mario, so it shouldn't get too bad," Marth pipes up in her defense.He smiles gently at her. "Plus if you get a lot of rest, it'll be gone in no time."
"Oh, she's going to go rest alright!Right now!" Peach fumes, grabbing her arm and dragging her towards the stairs leading up to the rooms.
She tries to protest. "But-"
"No buts!" the pink princess snaps. "You're going to rest, and you're going to rest NOW."
She sighs and has no choice but to let the pink princess drag her. The others follow, but she doesn't notice them; she only tries to listen to the song coming from the headphones dangling from Roy's hand.
Don't try to live so wise,
Don't cry 'cause you're so right.
Don't dry with fakes or fears.
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end…
Maybe…she thinks, her vision blurry. Maybe I do try too hard…
The stairs are becoming fuzzy now, and she can barely hear her friends' voices. The only thing she hears is the song, and feels her knees wobble.
Maybe…she continues to think as she suddenly falls to her knees. Maybe I don't have to be so independent…maybe I don't really have to try so hard…
She feels herself being picked up and carried, but doesn't bother to open her eyes to see. She already knows it's one of her friends, one of the people she trusts, and she's grateful.
My friends think I'm just fine the way I am since they're still my friends…maybe I'm already perfect in my own way.
The thought seems to please her because she allows herself to drift into unconsciousness, and a small smile to appear on her lips.
And maybe…just maybe…I really do have something to look forward to in my future.'Cause you will hate yourself in the end,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end,
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end.
'Cause you will hate yourself in the end…
+fin+