Under The Sun, Beside The Star
So, this is a non-canon FanFiction that takes place in Tashasaurous's universe, specifically the Werehog Verse. If you haven't read Sonic and the Werehog, Sonic and the Power of the Wisps, Sonic's Space-Time Adventure, and Sun the Hedgehog, I highly recommend doing so. Not only are they amazing stories, but this one-shot will contain some massive spoilers from them. I'd like to give a special shout out to Tashasaurous for letting me write a tale set within her universe. Definitely check out her stories! Without further ado, let's begin!
Sun the Hedgehog perched himself atop a gentle, sun-kissed hill, nestled beneath a sprawling tree with leaves that whispered secrets to the wind. The world around him thrummed with life, a vibrant tapestry of colors and sounds that he had come to cherish. His gaze wandered, taking in the azure sky stretched above like a boundless canvas.
He couldn't help but ponder the peculiar circumstances of his existence, born not of traditional means but from the very essence of Sonic's quills. The sun bathed his youthful form, and though he appeared no older than fifteen, his actual age was a mere handful of months. Yet, the spark within him burned with an intensity that defied his youth, a vitality that set him apart from the world around him.
As Sun inhaled deeply, the air danced with the fragrance of blooming wildflowers, a symphony of scents that mingled and harmonized, painting an olfactory masterpiece. The distant melody of a babbling brook trickled into his ears, the water's soothing cadence weaving its way into the tapestry of his thoughts.
Sun's eyes, gleaming like twin gemstones, flickered with an inner fire. He understood that life, in all its forms, held an innate magic—a profound energy that flowed through the very fabric of existence. He felt it coursing through his veins, a connection to the pulse of the world that transcended his origin.
Sun shifted his position, rising gracefully from his hillside perch. His gaze fixated on the distant horizon, where the bustling expanse of Station Square sprawled in the distance, a labyrinth of steel and concrete.
A hint of playful defiance curled at the corners of his lips, and he scoffed with a light-hearted disdain, his voice carrying a touch of bemusement. "Pff, who needs the city?"
His thoughts gravitated towards Staria Amantha the Hedgehog, known simply as Star to those who cherished her presence. She held a unique place in his heart, a person he had taken an immediate liking to in his short existence. Their relationship was a fascinating enigma—more profound than mere friendship yet not quite veering into the realm of a formal partnership.
Sun's appreciation for her extended to every facet of her being. His admiration wasn't bound by a single trait but encompassed the tapestry of her character. He marveled at her kindness, a gentle warmth that radiated from her like a celestial aura. He found himself entranced by her fervor for archaeology and astrology, a passion that ignited the darkness of the night sky with her enthusiasm.
Amidst the tranquil stillness that had settled over the world since the absence of Eggman and Starline, a notion stirred within Sun's thoughts, a gentle whisper of possibility. What if he dared to embark on a different kind of adventure—a date with Star? The prospect tantalized him, a chance to savor a moment of quiet connection, free from the weight of world-saving heroics.
His contemplations found voice as he murmured to the open air, pondering aloud, "Now, who would be the best person to turn to for dating advice?"
"Oh, my gosh! You're taking Star on a date?!"
Amy's enthusiasm surged forth in a crescendo of high-pitched excitement, her voice hitting a note that made Sun wince ever so slightly. The pink hedgehog practically radiated energy as she bounced gleefully on her heels, her vibrant personality a beacon of enthusiasm.
Sun had carefully considered his options, weighing the merits of each potential adviser, and in this moment, Amy seemed like the most fitting choice. She embodied an exuberance that couldn't be denied, a zest for life that made her the perfect candidate for this particular inquiry.
He had meticulously ruled out certain individuals from his list of potential advisors. Rouge, despite her flirtatious reputation, didn't quite fit the bill when it came to matters of the heart. Cream, with her youthful innocence, was instantly disqualified due to her age. As for Cream's mother, Vanilla, who had always been kind to him, seeking guidance from an adult felt like a step too far.
A faint trace of uncertainty played across Sun's expression as he absently ran a gloved hand through his vibrant orange quills. "Yeah, I am."
Amy's reaction was nothing short of explosive. She practically squealed with joy, her boundless enthusiasm propelling her forward. She seized both of Sun's hands, launching into an ecstatic dance of excitement. Sun glanced towards Sonic, the laid-back blue hedgehog lounging on a nearby couch, hoping for some moral support. Instead, he received a casual shrug, prompting Sun to shift his gaze and expression toward the readers, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected turn his life had taken, a "What did I get myself into?" look that transcended the confines of the moment.
Sun extricated his hands from Amy's enthusiastic grip, his movements measured and deliberate, though her surprising strength made it more challenging than he had anticipated. He raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Easy, Amy. I don't want to go overboard, just something nice and simple."
Amy, her enthusiasm still palpable but reined in by Sun's request, seemed to regain some composure. She guided Sun to sit down in a comfortable armchair with a gentle touch. "Now, you sit tight, and I'll get my notes!"
As the rhythmic padding of Amy's boots faded into the distance as she hurried to another room, Sun's eyes widened like saucers. He turned to Sonic, his disbelief evident. "She has notes?"
Sonic responded with a nonchalant shrug, accompanied by a playful quip about Amy's unyielding passion for matters of the heart. "Amy's like a one-hedgehog romance encyclopedia. You're in good hands!"
Amy made her triumphant return, her steps carrying her with a certain whimsical grace as she brandished a comically oversized book, brimming with meticulously kept notes. With an impish grin, she playfully nudged Sonic aside to create space for herself. Seated across from Sun, she positioned the hefty tome between them, unfurling it with a flourish.
Clapping her hands together with uncontainable excitement, she declared, "I knew I'd finally have an excuse to share my wisdom!"
Amy leaned in, her eyes shining with a fervor that matched her words. "First impressions are everything! You need to surprise Star with the biggest flowers you can find! Imagine roses that blush like a first love, lilies that whisper secrets in the moonlight, and orchids that bloom with the passion of a thousand sunsets!"
Sun chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Aren't flowers a little bit… old fashioned?"
Undeterred, Amy continued her lively discourse. "And don't forget love letters! Pour your heart and with ink as deep as the ocean and quills as delicate as a butterfly's kiss!"
Sun raised an eyebrow. "Letters? Amy, we're just going on a simple date."
Amy waved away his concern. "Simple, extravagant, it doesn't matter! Every date is an chance to create magic! Now, for dinner, think candlelit ambiance at the most romantic restaurant! Just the two of you sitting together as your romance blooms!"
Sun couldn't help but smile at Amy's enthusiasm. "Candlelit ambiance, huh?"
Amy nodded emphatically. "Absolutely! And what's a romantic date without a bit of stargazing? Take her under a canopy of twinkling stars, Sun. Let the universe be your witness to this beautiful moment!"
As Amy enthusiastically laid out her arsenal of romantic advice, Sun took a couple of moments to process the whirlwind of suggestions she had thrown his way. Flowers? They held a certain charm, he supposed, though he wondered if Star shared his appreciation for floral gestures. Love letters? A tad extravagant, he mused. The idea of a dinner at a restaurant resonated with him—a tasteful choice, not overly formal, but certainly more refined than a trip to Meh Burger. And the mention of stargazing at the end struck a harmonious chord within him. After all, Star's passion for stargazing was a part of her very name.
Breaking his momentary reverie, Sun turned to Amy with a genuine expression of gratitude. "Thanks for all your help, Amy."
She beamed with self-assured confidence. "Nobody knows romance like Amy Rose!"
Amy, perpetually exuding warmth and hospitality, merrily skipped out of the room, her steps echoing as she retreated to the kitchen, presumably to prepare tea. With Amy safely out of earshot, Sonic took a moment to share his own insights.
"Look, I'm still new to all this dating stuff," Sonic confessed. It was an undeniable fact, one that bore the weight of years of enduring Amy's persistent affections. It was only relatively recently, during the trials with Scourge and the Time Eater, that Sonic had fully embraced the title of being Amy's boyfriend.
He leaned in a bit closer, his emerald eyes holding a touch of sincerity. "But don't try to be something you're not," Sonic advised, his words carrying the weight of authenticity. "Just be yourself. Star likes you for you."
Sun's smile persisted, an appreciative acknowledgment of Sonic's candid advice. However, he couldn't help but entertain a touch of curiosity. Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed in contemplation, he posed a question that had been gnawing at him. "So, you and Amy never did any of this dating stuff?"
Sonic was initially poised to answer in the negative, but a distant memory resurfaced, causing him to hesitate. "Well," he began, a hint of nostalgia in his voice, "there was that one time in Station Square."
Sun leaned in, his intrigue piqued. "What happened?"
Sonic seized the opportunity, dashing off to the kitchen to ensure Amy remained engrossed in her tea-making ritual. He knew from experience that she approached such tasks with a deliberate grace, affording him a couple of minutes of privacy. Swiftly returning to the couch with surprising stealth, Sonic embarked on the tale of his and Amy's very first date.
During the tumultuous Iron Empire crisis, a couple of years in the past, Sonic had found himself involved in a bet with Knuckles. The outcome? He was tasked with taking Amy out for Valentine's Day, a first for both of them. In a stroke of questionable judgment, he had turned to the Chaotix for dating advice. The evening had seen Sonic and Amy dining at a Chun-nese restaurant, followed by an exhilarating visit to Twinkle Park.
With a gleam of nostalgia in his eyes, Sonic recounted the adventure they had embarked on during that memorable date. Bowling, an array of amusement park rides, and a spine-tingling journey through a haunted house—all punctuated by Eggman's predictable disruptions. Despite the chaos that often accompanied their lives, Sonic couldn't help but fondly recall that particular memory as a testament to their deepening connection.
Sun's eyes widened, an incredulous expression flitting across his features as he absorbed the unexpected revelation. "You asked the Chaotix of all people for advice on dating?"
Sonic responded with a casual shrug, a nonchalant ease underscoring his explanation. "Who better than the guys who solve clues to solve a mystery?"
Sun's mouth parted, presumably to voice another question, but Sonic swiftly raised a finger to his lips, motioning for silence. A cautious hush enveloped them as Amy cheerfully reappeared, carrying a tray of tea, her infectious energy filling the room. Sonic's subtle gesture, a bid to protect Amy's feelings, remained unspoken yet unmistakable.
The fragrant aroma of the tea enveloped Sun, a comforting embrace that he couldn't deny was a welcome addition to the moment. His gaze flitted between the window, offering a glimpse of the world outside, and the cozy tableau before him, where Sonic and Amy sat on the couch, wrapped up in their own world.
Memories cascaded through Sun's mind, a vivid recollection of the countless instances when Amy had surprised Sonic with her exuberant, affectionate ambush hugs, only for Sonic to awkwardly endure them. Yet, in this moment, a softness graced Sonic's features, a genuine happiness that radiated from him as he shared this quiet moment with Amy. It was an unguarded expression, one that revealed the depth of their connection.
A spark ignited within Sun, a renewed determination etched onto his features as he allowed himself to envision a future where he too could bask in the warmth of affection, much like Sonic did with Amy. The prospect of experiencing that same tenderness with Star kindled a bright, hopeful grin, infusing him with a sense of renewed purpose and endless possibilities.
Later that early afternoon, the gentle sway of the Floral Forest's foliage bore witness to Sun's agitated pacing. He traversed back and forth, his steps imbued with a nervous energy that echoed the cadence of his racing thoughts. "Hey, Star, maybe you wanna... No, that's not right... Hey, Star! Let's go grab something... Nah, too much!"
His strides faltered, coming to an abrupt halt as he threw his arms forward in a brief gesture of frustration. "Darn, why is this so hard?"
Sun recognized the need to quell his overactive mind, a realization that he was letting his thoughts spiral into a tangled mess. Taking a deliberate breath, he reminded himself that securing her agreement was the critical first step. One step at a time, he resolved, one step leading toward a future of untold potential.
With renewed determination, Sun's sneakers guided him out of the encompassing greenery of the forest and into Floral Forest Village, a haven of serenity that seemed to exude an aura of tranquility. During their initial visit, the logistics of finding accommodation had been smoothed over by Vanilla's gracious offer of hospitality, allowing Star to lodge in her cottage while Sun took up residence with Tails in Mystic Ruins. The proximity of the two locations made traversing between them a relatively effortless task.
As he reached his destination, Sun paused just beyond the threshold of the front door, taking a moment to compose himself and mentally prepare for what lay ahead. A quiet reassurance, an internal pep talk, served as the final nudge he needed to propel himself forward.
Summoning his resolve, Sun approached the door with a firm resolve, his actions akin to swiftly ripping off a bandage. He rapped politely on the door, his hand producing a measured yet gentle cadence. As the door swung open, revealing the welcoming interior, Sun adopted a poised stance, his hands clasped behind his back in a gesture of polite deference.
"Oh, Sun! What a lovely surprise," Vanilla greeted, her voice carrying an air of warmth and genuine affection.
A subtle blush graced Sun's features as he returned her greeting with a gentle smile. Vanilla had always extended to him the nurturing care of a motherly figure, and her presence never failed to evoke a sense of comfort and familiarity. Sun's current stance, hands elegantly positioned behind his back, seemed to evoke the image of a young gentleman seeking permission for a heartfelt request.
"Hi, uh, Ms. Vanilla," Sun greeted, his nerves betraying him as he rocked slightly on his heels. "I was wondering... Is Star in?"
A gentle smile graced Vanilla's features as she placed a comforting hand on Sun's back, guiding him inside with a reassuring touch. "Come right in, Sun. Star's in the garden with Cream."
Sensing the genuine warmth in Vanilla's gesture, Sun felt some of the tension dissipate from his frame. While he typically preferred to avoid physical contact, Vanilla's nurturing demeanor had a way of easing his reservations, creating a sense of comfort that enveloped him as he stepped further into the cottage.
Navigating through the familiar interior, Sun made his way toward the kitchen, where the entrance to the garden awaited. And there she was, seated at a table with Cream, the presence of his affection, the lavender hedgehog named Star. Engrossed in Cream's gardening tutelage, they shared a quiet moment, their forms softened by the warm rays of the sun as they enjoyed their tea.
Sun found himself rooted to the spot within the embrace of the garden, his nervous energy palpable in the subtle shift of his stance. The sun's gentle embrace painted a warm tableau around him, casting delicate shadows amidst the verdant tranquility.
Suddenly, Cream's voice pierced the air, shattering the quietude. "Mr. Sun!" she greeted, her words laced with a familiar warmth that tugged at his apprehension.
Sun's heart skipped a beat as Star, alerted by Cream's call, turned her head in his direction. She was just as he remembered: a vision of beauty, her presence infusing the garden with a radiant glow that seemed to mirror the sun's gentle rays. A soft smile graced her features as she extended a warm welcome, her hand waving him over. "Sun, come on over!" Star exclaimed, her voice carrying a musical lilt that stirred something deep within him.
The die was cast, and Sun found himself compelled to take a few tentative steps forward, his resolve solidifying with each deliberate movement. Star's discerning gaze didn't fail to catch the subtle unease that seemed to cling to him, but she chose to dismiss it, perhaps chalking it up to the idiosyncrasies of the moment. Sun eased into a seat around the table, feeling the weight of the moment settle over him.
Cream, as always, exuded a gentle kindness that radiated from her very being. Her hands deftly reached for the teapot, an offering of hospitality extended without hesitation. "Would you like some tea, Mr. Sun?" she inquired, her voice brimming with an innocence that was characteristic of her nature.
Sun, never particularly enamored with the idea of tea, held a preference for the sweetness of sodas and juices. Yet, the sincerity in Cream's offer tugged at his heartstrings. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but appreciate her genuine kindness, a quality that set her apart, especially when compared to the mischievous antics of Charmy. "Sure. That would be great," Sun replied, accepting the gesture with a subtle nod of gratitude.
Sun delicately sipped the tea that Cream had graciously served, the sweetness of the sugar cubes tempering the slightly bitter undertones. His gaze wandered around the enchanting garden, a reflection to meticulous care and dedication. While his visits to Floral Forest were infrequent, the meticulously tended greenery instilled within him a newfound appreciation for the natural world. The familiar sight of Cheese, ever the faithful companion, drifting nearby only added to the sense of tranquility that enveloped the garden.
The harmonious ambiance was disrupted by Vanilla's call, her voice drifting from the house, summoning Cream's attention. "Cream! Could you come and help me for a moment?"
Cream sprang from her seat, propelled by her characteristic energy, and swiftly darted into the house, closely followed by her devoted companion, Cheese. "Coming, Mama!" her voice echoed, carrying the joyous lilt of dutiful obedience.
As the two vanished from sight, a hush settled over the garden, leaving Sun and Star alone in the dappled sunlight. Star couldn't help but notice the lingering traces of awkwardness that seemed to cling to Sun, casting a shadow over the otherwise serene atmosphere. What was the source of this unease, she wondered, her gaze searching his features for any telltale signs.
"Sun," Star's voice cut through the air, accompanied by the gentle motion of her hand waving before his face. "You're acting a little... I don't know, weird. Is something wrong?"
A surge of reassurance colored Sun's response, hastily offered with a touch of urgency. "No, nothing's wrong at all!" he assured her, the words spilling out in a hurried rush, betraying the hint of unease that lingered beneath the surface. Fidgeting with his gloves, he couldn't help but notice the rising temperature, the sensation of heat prickling at his fur.
Gathering his composure, he forged ahead. "So, uh, Star. We've, well. You know, known each other for a while now," Sun ventured, his words carrying a tinge of nostalgia, mingled with a faint apprehension.
Star met his gaze with a fond smile, her eyes alight with shared memories. "And been through crazy adventures together," she added, a soft chuckle punctuating her words. "Starline, Scourge and the Time Eater, Dark Gaia."
The mention of Dark Gaia elicited a mixed reaction from Sun, an amalgamation of fond amusement and residual nervous energy. "Don't remind me," he chuckled, the sound carrying the weight of shared experiences that had brought them closer over time.
Sun cleared his throat, a subtle gesture to compose himself as he gathered his thoughts. The gentle touch of the tea's warmth offered a comforting reprieve, affording him a moment of respite before he continued. "But now that things have been quiet since Ro-butt-nik isn't around anymore, I was wondering... Uh, well."
Star leaned in, her gaze laced with genuine curiosity. "Wondering?" she prodded, an encouraging inflection coloring her voice.
Summoning his resolve, Sun silently urged himself to seize the moment, to rip off the bandage, to confront the unknown head-on. With a fleeting moment of hesitation, he closed his eyes, allowing the words to spill forth. "Do you wanna go out with me?" he blurted, the question hanging in the air, heavy with the weight of vulnerability and hope.
The unexpected proposition hung in the air, casting a veil of anticipation over the tranquil garden. Star's initial surprise was palpable, her voice echoing the astonishment that colored her response. "Go... out with you?" she echoed, the words hovering between them, tinged with a sense of disbelief. "Like... a date?"
Sun's enthusiastic affirmation reverberated through the moment, his fervor lending a hint of fervency to his words. "Yeah! A date!" he affirmed, his voice carrying a touch of buoyant hope that hinted at his earnest intentions. "You know, if you want to."
A brief lull enveloped the garden, the silence punctuated only by the serene symphony of nature. Sun's heart raced with trepidation, the weight of his confession bearing down upon him, fueling his fears that he had inadvertently pushed Star away.
Just as the apprehension threatened to consume him, Star's voice cut through the stillness, dispelling the tension with a sense of lightness. "That sounds like fun!" she agreed, her words laced with an openness that dissolved Sun's worries in an instant, infusing the space around them with a newfound warmth and possibility.
As the tension released its hold on Sun's shoulders, a sense of elation surged within him, lifting his spirits to new heights. "Great!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable as he sprang up from his seat, inadvertently toppling the chair in his haste and while he collided with the table, eliciting a wince as pain shot through his thigh. Despite the discomfort, he maintained his composure, swiftly righting the chair with a hint of sheepishness. "I'll... Pick you from here around six!"
"Sounds good to me," Star concurred, her voice buoyant with anticipation. "I can't wait."
With the arrangements set in motion, Sun bid his farewell to Cream, Cheese, and Vanilla, a brief yet heartfelt departure that carried the promise of the evening's rendezvous. Stepping back into the embrace of the forest, the rush of emotions that had guided him through the encounter suddenly coalesced into a swirling whirlwind of thoughts. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, he found himself instinctively grasping his head in his hands, the weight of his nerves momentarily grounding him to the forest floor.
"Whoa, that could have gone better!" he admitted, his words carrying a blend of self-deprecation and genuine amusement.
Unbeknownst to Sun, the flurry of nerves and anticipation wasn't a sensation he alone experienced. Once he had disappeared from view, Star's facade of composure slipped, revealing the telltale signs of a mind in turmoil. A rush of warmth flooded her cheeks, an undeniable flush that betrayed her inner tumult, compelling her to tug at the collar of her hoodie in a futile attempt to cool the sudden heat that enveloped her.
In the midst of her silent reverie, the return of Cream and Cheese broke the spell, prompting Star to hastily reinstate her smile, masking the inner turmoil that threatened to spill over. However, Cream, ever perceptive, caught the subtle shift in her demeanor, her concern palpable in the delicate arch of her brows. "Miss Star? Are you okay?" she inquired, her voice laced with genuine care.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine!" Star assured her, her attempt at reassurance muddled by the lingering traces of her flustered state. "I'm... going on a date with Sun."
Cream's long ears perked with excitement, mirroring the infectious joy that danced in her gaze. "You are? That's amazing!" she exclaimed, her buoyant energy propelling her into a playful display of bouncing on her heels, accompanied by the cheerful chirps of agreement from Cheese.
Cream's initial excitement waned, replaced by a gentle concern that punctuated the air. "Do you not want to go, Miss Star?" she inquired, her words weighted with a genuine desire to understand.
Star's head bobbed in rapid denial, her quills swaying with the motion. "No, no! I absolutely want to go. I just, well... I've never been on a date before," she admitted, her voice carrying the faint traces of vulnerability that flickered within.
Cream's innocent curiosity persisted, her head tilting as she sought to comprehend the complexities of Star's admission. "Really? But you're so pretty," she remarked, her genuine admiration tinting her words with a sincerity that was as endearing as it was heartfelt.
A softness settled over Star's features, her defenses momentarily melting away in the face of Cream's genuine kindness. "Thank you, Cream," she murmured, her gratitude palpable. "But I was always busy with my archaeological work with dad. Doing normal things like dates and stuff weren't really my kind of thing," she confessed, the admission carrying a bittersweet tinge that spoke of a life filled with dedication and passion, albeit one marked by a distinct absence of traditional experiences.
Cream hummed softly, the melody of her thoughts intermingling with the gentle rustle of the garden. "Maybe Mama could help," she suggested, her voice brimming with a hopeful optimism that was characteristic of her caring nature.
Star's interest piqued at the possibility, her eyes brightening with newfound hope. "You think so?" she inquired, her tone laced with a blend of anticipation and uncertainty.
Cream nodded eagerly, her cinnamon-brown eyes alight with conviction. "Mama always knows what to do when I have a problem," she assured, her unwavering faith in her mother's wisdom shining through her words.
Embracing the suggestion, Star found solace in the prospect, a small yet significant spark of optimism igniting within her. With a quick glance at her watch, the hands ticking away the passing moments, she noted the time with a sense of urgency. 12 PM. Six hours remained, a precious yet limited window within which to prepare for the evening ahead. Resolute in her resolve, she silently affirmed that if there was one thing archaeology had taught her, it was that time was an unyielding force that spared no one.
Star's gaze narrowed with an unwavering resolve, a glint of determination igniting within her eyes. The same fearless spirit that had propelled her through perilous encounters with formidable adversaries and guided her on daring expeditions into the unknown surged to the forefront of her consciousness. If she could confront the formidable challenges posed by formidable foes and navigate treacherous terrain fraught with uncertainty, then she could most certainly tackle the prospect of a date. With an unshakable sense of purpose, she silently vowed to embody the indomitable spirit of Staria Amantha, a force to be reckoned with, unyielding in the face of any challenge, ready to fearlessly embrace the unknown.
As the evening approached, Sun couldn't help but second-guess his decision to propose today as the date. He berated himself for not choosing a later day, affording himself more time to meticulously plan the outing. What a blunder. Despite his initial misgivings, he found solace in the fact that he wasn't navigating the preparations alone. Sonic, ever the reliable brother, had generously extended his assistance. His status as Mobius' renowned hero granted him the leverage to pull a few strings, even though he was generally reluctant to exploit his fame for personal gain. This time, however, it was all about helping Sun. With a few strategic maneuvers, Sonic had successfully secured a reservation at Dragon's Delight, the renowned Chun-nese restaurant, ensuring that Sun and Star would have a table for their evening.
Star drew in a deep, steadying breath as he neared Vanilla's cottage, his steps measured and deliberate. An air of determination clung to him, intermingling with the quiet anticipation that simmered just beneath the surface. In a rare departure from his usual attire, he had made the conscious choice to dress impeccably for the occasion. Among the male Mobians, formal attire was a rarity, reserved for special events or dictated by inclement weather. Sun, who typically favored a more casual ensemble, had eschewed tradition in favor of making a lasting impression. Sonic had graciously lent him a perfectly fitting white shirt, a gesture that underscored their shared bond as clones. Adorning the borrowed shirt along with his customary gloves and shoes, Sun cut a striking figure, exuding a quiet confidence that spoke of the resolve pulsating within him.
Clutching a modest bouquet of delicate flowers in his hands, Sun had opted for a more subdued yet thoughtful approach, steering clear of the extravagance that Amy's suggestion had entailed. The small arrangement exuded a quiet elegance, a tender offering that spoke volumes without overwhelming the senses.
Approaching the door with a resolute yet gentle determination, Sun silently reaffirmed his resolve with a self-assuring pep talk. "Come on, Sun. You can do this. Remember, Star's gonna have a great time!" The words, infused with a quiet determination, echoed softly in the confines of his mind, bolstering his confidence as he prepared to embark on the evening ahead.
As he raised one gloved hand to rap politely on the door, Sun's heart quickened in anticipation. Stepping back with a composed yet eager stance, he awaited the arrival of his evening's company. In a heartbeat, Vanilla swung the door open, her warm and welcoming smile lighting up her features. "Good evening, Sun," she greeted, her gaze sweeping over his attire with an appreciative glint in her eye. "My, don't you look lovely?"
A delicate flush spread across Sun's cheeks, betraying his inner turmoil as he stammered in response, his words carrying the faint tremor of nerves. "Th-thank you, Ms. Vanilla," he managed, his mind racing with a flurry of emotions that seemed to tangle and unravel all at once. "Is Star ready to go?"
With a warm smile that radiated maternal affection, Vanilla acknowledged his query before turning to summon her daughter. "Star! Sun's here," she called out, her voice carrying a tender lilt that resonated through the tranquil evening air.
Sun composed himself, summoning a confident smile as he eagerly awaited Star's appearance. "Hey, Star, ready to-Judas Priest!" he exclaimed.
As Star made her entrance, Sun's eyes widened in astonishment, taking in the remarkable transformation she had undergone for the evening. Gone were the familiar threads of her casual attire, replaced by a dress that radiated a refined elegance, cascading down to her ankles in a shade of blue that echoed the color of her usual hoodie. Her usual boots had given way to a pair of delicate, low-heeled shoes that added a subtle grace to her every step. Despite the alterations, her signature accessories remained, the white gloves a reflection to her adventurous spirit, and the glimmering star-shaped clip adorning her hair with a touch of whimsical charm.
Startled by his sudden outburst, Star faltered slightly, an air of self-consciousness settling around her. "Uh, is something wrong?" she inquired, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.
Sun's initial surprise faded into an earnest appreciation as he hastily reassured her, his voice betraying a mix of wonder and admiration. "Nope! You look..." He paused momentarily, searching for the right words to convey his admiration. "Different... But good different!"
Star's expression softened as she graciously accepted Sun's compliment, her demeanor exuding a blend of gratitude and self-consciousness. "Thank you," she murmured, her fingers gently fiddling with the fabric of her dress. "Ms. Vanilla was nice enough to help me with it."
"It's no problem, dear," Vanilla chimed in, offering a reassuring nod as she gently nudged Star out of the cottage. "You kids have fun," she encouraged, her warm smile emphasizing her genuine wish for their enjoyment.
"We will! I'll have her back before 12!" Sun blurted out, his sudden exclamation quickly followed by a self-inflicted mental reprimand. Why on Mobius did he say that? Vanilla wasn't Star's mother!
Chuckling softly, Vanilla reassured him, her voice laced with kindness. "Don't worry, Sun. I know you'll both have a great time and be safe with each other."
With that, she gracefully closed the door, leaving the two bashful hedgehogs to navigate their own anticipation and fluttering nerves in the tranquility of the evening.
Awkwardness seeped into the evening air, creating a palpable tension as the two hedgehogs grappled with their own apprehensions. Sun's realization that he was still clutching the bouquet spurred him into action, and he promptly thrust it into Star's arms with an unintentional forcefulness.
"I got you these!" he declared, his voice carrying a hint of nervous excitement. "You know... Happy first date!"
Accepting the flowers with a blend of appreciation and a touch of fluster, Star cradled them delicately. She wasn't particularly accustomed to floral gifts, but she recognized the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. "Thank you, Sun. They're lovely," she responded, her voice conveying her genuine gratitude.
Drawing a deep breath, Sun recognized that this was merely the opening act of what could be a memorable night. After a brief moment of fidgeting, he extended his arm toward her, a subtle yet unmistakable invitation hanging in the air. "So, ready to go?" he inquired, realizing he had inadvertently offered his arm. "We can hold arms... If you want to."
Star's smile conveyed her appreciation for the effort Sun was putting in to make her feel special, and she couldn't help but feel a hint of fluster in response. With a gentle, graceful movement, she linked her arm with his, the simple gesture fostering a sense of ease between them. As they embarked on their path through the forest, Sun appeared visibly more at ease, the tension in his demeanor gently melting away with each step they took.
As Sun and Star strolled through the peaceful expanse of Floral Forest, the soft murmurs of their footsteps intertwined with the whispers of the rustling leaves, creating a gentle harmony that swathed the area in an aura of calm. The forest's vibrant hues provided a stunning backdrop, amplifying the charm of their leisurely journey. Sun's sneakers produced a subdued scuffle, complementing the light click of Star's low-heeled shoes against the earthy path. The distant trill of cicadas and the intermittent melody of birdsong intermingled with the rustling foliage, further enriching the soothing ambience of the forest. Sun had briefly considered hiring a cab for their journey, contemplating the convenience it would afford them. However, he ultimately decided that a leisurely walk through the forest would make for a more pleasant start to their evening together.
Amidst the tranquil atmosphere, Star ruminated on the unique character of her outfit for the evening. Her mind wandered to her usual attire, a blend of comfort and practicality that harmoniously reflected her love for adventure. She recalled her friends Kairi and Sophia, whose styles resonated with her own, exhibiting the same casual yet adventurous essence. These thoughts mingled with memories of Amy and Cream's penchant for dresses, each carrying their distinctive elegance. Thoughts of Rouge's enigmatic combination of glamor and practicality emerged, along with recollections of Blaze, the regal princess they had encountered from another dimension, whose attire appeared to seamlessly meld formality with functionality.
Engaging in conversation, Sun probed about Star's experience staying at Cream and Vanilla's house, hoping to kindle a more lively discussion. Star brightened at the topic, eager to share her enthusiasm. "Oh, it's been amazing! They're both so hospitable. Ms. Vanilla even taught me how to make her special homemade cookies!"
Sun's interest was piqued, a small grin forming on his face. The thought of learning how to bake with Star seemed oddly delightful. "Maybe you can teach me as well," he suggested, attempting to showcase a willingness to learn.
A spontaneous giggle escaped Star at Sun's proposition. "Sun, do you forget the time you nearly set my dad's lab on fire?"
Caught off guard, Sun hesitated before attempting to defend himself. "Well, it was a complicated recipe."
"You were making toast," Star reminded him with an amused smile.
"Bread can be tricky," Sun retorted, his sheepish grin betraying his attempt at a defense.
The playful banter about Sun's culinary mishap managed to alleviate the tension that had lingered a moment earlier, leaving Sun noticeably more relaxed.
As they continued their leisurely walk through the serene forest, the soft rustle of leaves underfoot and the occasional chirp of a hidden bird provided a gentle soundtrack. The anticipation of the night ahead, coupled with the calming ambiance of the woods, lifted Sun's spirits, infusing him with a sense of eagerness as they approached the edge of Floral Forest, ready to embark on their evening adventure in Station Square.
Upon their arrival, Station Square unveiled a diverse tapestry of bustling activity, predominantly composed of humans, interspersed with the occasional Mobian strolling about. Sun, accustomed to the tranquility of nature, found himself taken aback by the city's unique appeal, an intricate blend of urban energy and inviting charm. Consulting the maps scattered around, locating the restaurant proved to be a straightforward endeavor.
As they approached the entrance, Sun released his arm from Star's with a courteous gesture, holding the door open. "After you," he offered with a welcoming smile.
Star reciprocated his gesture with a playful flourish, mimicking a bow. "Why, thank you."
As they stepped inside, the restaurant revealed an inviting ambiance, suffused with a tranquil aura, a far cry from the rowdy atmosphere of Meh Burger and its punk rock anthems. Sun found himself at ease in the soothing atmosphere.
"Welcome to the Dragon's Delight, how may I-Oh, hi guys!"
In an instant, Sun's tranquility shattered. His eyes widened in recognition, his heart sinking at the grating voice he knew all too well. "Vector?!"
Behind the counter, unmistakable and clad in a crisp waiter's attire, stood Vector, wearing a white dress shirt coupled with a black tie and a vest, his distinctive appearance signaling his presence to Sun. A quick glance revealed Charmy fluttering energetically nearby, while Espio handled other patrons, the three of them donning matching waiter ensembles. Sun wished he could wake up from this awkward reality. Out of all the eateries in the universe, why did they have to stumble into this one?
"Vector, what are you doing here?" Star's voice resonated with a curious cheerfulness, contrasting sharply with Sun's frozen state.
Scratching his head, Vector replied, "Kind of a long story, but business was getting lousy and we gotta pay rent. So, here we are!"
Sun's exasperation surged, and he covered his face with a palm, his fingers dragging down to shield his eyes. "Kill me now."
Vector, still oblivious to Sun's inner turmoil, retrieved a couple of menus upon spotting the reservation and cheerfully declared, "Right this way, lovebirds!"
With a concerted effort, he regained his composure, following along as Vector guided them to a private booth secluded from the rest of the restaurant. Sun allowed Star to pick her spot before he settled across from her in a secluded booth, creating a small barrier between them and the rest of the restaurant.
Handing them the menus, Vector quipped, "You guys sit tight. The Chaotix are here to help!"
"I can hardly contain my excitement," Sun muttered, half-hidden behind the menu he held before his face.
Fortune seemed to favor Sun as Vector appeared preoccupied with managing the front desk, leaving Sun and Star to peruse their menus undisturbed. Star's voice broke the quiet tension as she glanced up from her menu, acknowledging the coincidence of their unexpected encounter.
"Small world after all, huh?" she remarked with a faint smile.
"Too small," Sun responded with a heavy sigh, his unease palpable despite his attempt to mask it.
Sun's sentiments toward the Chaotix were not rooted in animosity. In fact, he held a genuine fondness for their group. They were a band of stalwart allies, always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. However, their knack for inadvertently creating awkward situations or drawing attention was a notorious characteristic, particularly embodied by Vector, whose flamboyant presence often led to unexpected predicaments.
Sun realized that there was no going back at this point. Determined to make the best of the situation, he shifted in his seat, preparing to engage in the dining experience. However, his attempt was met with a small yelp as the familiar buzz of Charmy's wings filled the air, the bee hovering by their table.
"Sup guys!" Charmy greeted in his characteristic exuberant manner, not quite fitting the mold of a conventional waiter. "Ready to order?"
"We just got here," Sun replied with a mild exasperation tingeing his voice.
Charmy, unbothered by Sun's response, playfully rolled his eyes and quipped, "Slow pokes," before zipping away, leaving the pair to their menus once more.
Sun, feeling slightly flustered by the chaotic atmosphere, hastily unbuttoned the top of his shirt, seeking some respite from the unexpected tension. Pushing the menu aside, he met Star's gaze directly. "I'm sorry about this."
Star looked at him, perplexed. "What for? I'm having a great time!"
"Me too, just... Well, you know how situations with those guys usually go," Sun explained, gesturing towards the Chaotix with a nod of his head.
"Never a dull moment," Star replied with a soft chuckle, leaning forward to gently rest her hand above his. "As long as Vector doesn't fall into another crate of fruit again, we'll be fine."
The gentle pressure of Star's gloved hand on top of his own sent a wave of calm through Sun's nerves, the soft fabric a reassurance against the restaurant's bustling atmosphere. He met her gaze with a relieved smile, the tension in his shoulders easing at her presence.
"Now, let's order!" Star's voice carried a note of enthusiasm as she reached for the menu. "I'm starved."
Sun's laughter bubbled up, warmth spreading through him. "Now that I can get with."
The restaurant exuded a comforting aura, with its soft lighting and ambient music that created a soothing backdrop to their evening. The murmur of conversations and clinking of silverware wove together into a tranquil symphony that seemed to envelop Sun, lulling him into a sense of tranquility. The elegant decor, adorned with delicate Chun-nese lanterns and intricate wall hangings, gave the space an air of sophistication that Sun found surprisingly inviting.
As Sun perused the menu, the array of exotic dishes was a departure from his usual fast-food fare, but the tantalizing descriptions and rich aromas drifting from the kitchen stirred his curiosity. He settled on the Kung Pao Chicken, enticed by the promise of bold flavors and zesty spices. Star, on the other hand, opted for the Peking Roasted Duck, a choice that reflected her adventurous spirit and appreciation for culinary exploration.
As Charmy retrieved their menus, his buzzing presence caused a minor commotion with a few other staff members, earning him some irritated glares from his colleagues.
With their orders placed, they were left with a moment to engage in conversation. Star's inquisitive gaze met Sun's, her head tilting curiously. "So, what made you wanna do this, Sun?"
Sun mirrored her inquisitive gesture, head tilting slightly. "What do you mean?"
"You know, this, us," Star elaborated, her arms outstretched to underscore her point. "On... a date." The words felt a little awkward as they left her lips, but they were undeniably true.
Sun's expression shifted into an adorable display of uncertainty. The words he sought were seemingly elusive, caught between the threads of his thoughts. He traced his gloved hand through his quills, the gesture indicating his internal struggle. "Well, I... Umm, you know."
Star's serene smile acted as a balm, soothing his nerves. "Take your time," she encouraged gently.
Sun sifted through the labyrinth of his thoughts, seeking the perfect words, but sometimes sentiments were best conveyed straight from the heart. "Star, when I was first... born," he uttered with a tinge of uncertainty. "I was... confused. Every time I met someone new, I either found them annoying or outright hated them. But... you were different. Ever since we first met, I... I liked you."
Star's features softened, her eyes reflecting understanding.
"You were kind to me, you helped me, and we stuck together," Sun continued, his voice gaining a touch of earnestness. "We make a good team. And now that all that stuff with Buttnik and his fanboy are out of the way, I thought this was finally the right time to tell you this."
The weight of Sun's confession hung in the air as Star contemplated his words. She delved into her thoughts, her mind a repository of memories and emotions. Sun's uniqueness and the inexplicable bond they shared crossed her mind. They both emerged from unconventional beginnings, Sun being born from Sonic's quills and Star being a princess from another dimension. Yet, their pasts didn't dictate their destinies, and amidst the chaos, they had found each other.
With a soft smile that radiated warmth, Star responded, "Well, thank you. I love spending time with you. And I'm really happy we're doing this."
Sun's mischievous grin grew wider, revealing his genuine delight. He leaned in, propping his chin on one hand with an air of playful curiosity. "Gotta say, I never thought I'd see Staria Amantha in a dress."
Star's expression softened, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. "I'll admit, it's weird. But... I think I like it." The corners of her mouth turned up into a gentle smile, a blend of contentment and newfound self-assurance.
"You look... pretty," Sun complimented, his voice tinged with both shyness and sincerity.
Star's cheeks colored slightly, and she glanced down, smoothing her dress self-consciously. "Thank you... You... look nice in that shirt as well."
Sun let out a small laugh, his hand instinctively reaching up to tug on the collar of his shirt. "It's one of Sonic's," he admitted, a hint of self-consciousness evident in his voice.
The soft clatter of wheels alerted Sun and Star to Espio's approach. They perked up, their curiosity piqued as the polite and graceful chameleon pushed a cooking cart towards them. Sun's tense shoulders eased as Espio was always the epitome of grace and courtesy, and the sight of him put Sun at ease.
"Good evening," Espio greeted them with a slight bow, his calm demeanor radiating serenity. "It is great to see you both again."
"Hey, Espio," Star returned his greeting with a warm smile, her eyes drifting towards the cart. "Are you our chef for the night?"
Sun looked a bit skeptical, his eyebrows raised in mild surprise. "You're going to cook for us?"
Espio's rare grin seemed to suggest he had a surprise in store. "Master Koga taught me more than just martial arts. Observe." With a deft motion, he unfurled a cloth from the cart, revealing an array of fresh ingredients and utensils.
The two hedgehogs watched in amazement as Espio held two spatulas aloft, wielding them like swords with expert precision. With a graceful flourish, he laid out the assorted ingredients on the cart, his movements a dance of culinary finesse that left Sun and Star utterly captivated. The rhythmic clanking of the utensils against the pan accompanied by the sizzling of the ingredients created a harmonious melody in the air, infusing the atmosphere with an aura of anticipation and delight.
Espio's cooking was a marvel of precision, every dish prepared with a meticulous finesse that left Sun and Star gawking in awe. Each ingredient was flawlessly cooked, the flavors melding together in perfect harmony on the plates he set before them. Sun and Star both broke into small applause, their expressions filled with admiration for Espio's culinary mastery.
"Espio, that was incredible!" Star commended, her voice brimming with enthusiasm before her expression shifted, a playful glint in her eye. She raised a finger, her gaze fixed on the plate. "Just one tiny problem."
Espio's confident facade faltered as he leaned in attentively. "What might that be?"
"That's not what we ordered," Star pointed out, her tone laced with amusement.
Espio's eyes widened in realization. "Oh."
The evening had been sprinkled with a few mishaps and humorous exchanges, but despite the initial hiccups, their dinner had turned out to be an exquisite experience. When Espio had finally succeeded in delivering their correct order, blaming Charmy for the confusion, Sun and Star couldn't help but savor the delectable cuisine. The flavors tantalized their taste buds, and the ambiance of the restaurant added to the charm of the evening.
As the night air gradually enveloped them, Sun, ever the gentleman, held the door open for Star as she stepped out. They exchanged fond farewells with the Chaotix, expressing their gratitude for the splendid service. Linked arm in arm once more, Sun and Star ventured onto the moonlit street, enjoying the calm ambiance of Station Square.
With a satisfied smile, Star commented, "That was fun, but I don't think I could eat another bite."
Sun playfully chuckled, discretely concealing a burp with his free hand, and agreed, "Tell me about it."
The peaceful ambiance of Station Square enveloped them as they strolled, the gentle evening breeze caressing their faces. Sun's mind wandered, contemplating the advice he had received from both Amy and Sonic. Then, on the outskirts of the city, a towering hill caught his attention, providing a breathtaking view of both the urban landscape and the lush expanse of Floral Forest.
Acting on a sudden burst of excitement, Sun swiftly swept Star off her feet, prompting an astonished yelp from her.
"Sun, what are you doing?!" Star exclaimed, caught off guard by his sudden action.
"Got a surprise for you!" Sun declared with enthusiasm. "Hold on tight!"
In his eagerness, Sun took off, his intentions noble but his execution not as graceful as he had hoped. Despite his physical strength, he lacked Sonic's remarkable speed, resulting in a somewhat comical dash up the hill.
Despite the initial surprise, Star couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security enveloping her as she nestled in Sun's arms. It was as if he was safeguarding her from all the troubles of the world, a sentiment that brought a genuine smile to her face. Wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, she held on, savoring the warmth of the moment.
After a comical yet endearing dash, Sun finally reached the summit of the hill, where he gently placed Star back on her feet, his eyes bright with anticipation for the surprise he had in store.
The vast expanse of the night sky unfolded before them, adorned with an endless array of twinkling stars that seemed to dance and shimmer in the darkness. Star's breath hitched at the sheer beauty of it all, feeling a deep sense of wonder and tranquility wash over her. "What a beautiful night," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with awe.
Turning to Sun, she couldn't help but notice the faint blush that adorned his cheeks, a telltale sign of his bashfulness. His words, though simple, resonated deeply within her, tugging at something within her heart. "But why did we come up here?" she inquired, genuinely curious about his intentions.
Sun's shyness seemed to intensify as he shifted slightly on his feet. "Well, your name is Star. And I know you're into astrology and archaeology. So, I figured, why not?" he explained, his voice laced with sincerity.
The simplicity of his gesture spoke volumes, and Star found herself touched by his thoughtfulness.
Their words seemed to dissolve into the gentle night air, and the quiet beauty of the starry night enveloped them. The pull of the stars, with their celestial brilliance, drew the two closer together. With a shared understanding, Sun and Star descended to the soft grass, their forms nestled within the embrace of the quiet, tranquil night.
Star's head found a comfortable rest upon Sun's chest, her ear capturing the rhythmic beat of his heart, while Sun rested his head atop hers. Together, they became a part of the serene stillness that enveloped them, their gazes fixed upon the cosmic spectacle above. In this silent communion, they found a profound connection, the celestial wonders above mirroring the dazzling emotions they held for one another.
Floral Forest Village was alive with the hushed whispers of the wind, rustling gently through the leaves, and the distant chirping of crickets, creating a soothing symphony that blanketed the surroundings in a peaceful lull. With careful steps, Sun and Star navigated the tranquil village, their presence blending seamlessly into the tranquility of the night, careful not to disturb the slumbering ambiance around them.
Approaching Vanilla's softly lit cottage, the glow of warm light spilled out onto the porch, casting a gentle radiance around them. Star's fingers tenderly traced the delicate petals of the flowers in her grasp, their fragility mirroring the fleeting enchantment of the evening. The blossoms seemed to encapsulate the tender emotions shared between her and Sun, destined to be cherished as a memento of their special time together.
Halting at the threshold, Star's eyes sparkled with a genuine warmth as she turned to face Sun, her smile radiating a genuine appreciation. "Thank you for tonight, Sun. I really had fun. I hope we can do this again sometime."
The sincerity in her voice was unmistakable as she expressed her gratitude for the evening, expressing her desire for more such moments in the future.
Sun's own smile matched hers, brimming with a quiet assurance that echoed the sentiment. "I'd like that."
Star glanced around, her brow furrowed with concern. The late hour painted the surroundings in a hushed stillness, but Tails' residence lay within reachable distance, not an entire galaxy away. "Do you want to stay here for the night? I'm sure Ms. Vanilla won't mind," she offered, her voice laced with genuine care.
"It's okay," Sun reassured, a grin breaking through the tension. "It's only a few minutes away. Besides, who can take this hedgehog on?" His words danced playfully, carrying a hint of Sonic's signature spark.
Sensing the weight of the moment, Star leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Sun's cheek. "Goodnight, Sun," she murmured, the night embracing them in its quiet embrace.
Sun's gaze lingered on the closed door, his concern still palpable even as Star disappeared into the cottage's warm embrace. He stood there, silently ensuring her safety before even contemplating his departure. When he was satisfied, he softly breathed out, "Goodnight, Star. Sweet dreams."
With a sense of contentment lingering in his chest, Sun turned on his heel, his steps purposeful as he set off on the familiar path homeward. Thoughts of their evening danced in his mind, each memory painting a vivid picture of their first date.
The night air enveloped him, carrying with it a sense of contentment and anticipation. His heart fluttered with the promise of more moments like this. He mulled over the details of the night, savoring each one as if it were a delicate fragment of a beautiful mosaic, carefully pieced together to form a memory worth cherishing.
With each step, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning, the opening chapter of a story waiting to unfold. The anticipation of what lay ahead filled him with a subtle excitement, making every footfall seem lighter, every rustle of the leaves more melodious. As he neared Tails' home, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that this first date with Star had indeed been a success—one he was eagerly looking forward to reliving, to building upon, in the days and nights that were yet to come.
Thank you all for reading. I enjoyed writing this one-shot. I've been a big fan of Tashasaurous' Sonic stories ever since I first came to the Sonic archive. It was an honor to get to do a story set around her universe. Please check out her work. You can find her on FanFiction under the name Tashasaurous, as well as Archive of Our Own under the name SailorLoveHeart07.
See you all next time!