Baby let it go

A SnakexSamus fanfiction

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Random-C

Chapter 1ne : baby let it go

Damn, it's been a hard day.

Walking into the room you share with a few of the other ladies (you never question exactly why you had to share rooms, especially considering the size of the estate), you throw your Paralyzer onto Peachs' bed (she wouldn't mind) and slump down on your own, muscles pulsing with pain and weakness.

You brush the matted blonde bangs away from your forehead, and realize how hard it's become, living here. 105 versus matches in a row, and you were in all of them. You expected it to be kind of hard, and you really shouldn't be complaining as much as you are, considering you're a veteran here, but DAMN.

You're fairly certain your new suit has a lot to do with it. Miyamoto or Master Hand or whoever the Hell it is that runs this place ordered you to wear it, citing that it would "improve your mobility, making you a more popular and better fighter." Bull. 'Blonde' doesn't necessarily equal 'dumb', and you know that there just wasn't enough cheesecake in the original roster, that you had to take off the power suit.

Heavy and clunky as it was, at least it was air conditioned.

It was the straw that almost broke the camels' back, and for the umpteenth time since you've been here, you contemplate quitting. You know you can't, but you think about it. Abused and overused as you are, you deserve to. Seriously, 105 straight versus matches! No one else had to stay in for the entire stretch!

As you think about it, you realize that that's not true. There was one other brawler that was there for all of the battles. You remember, because he was a newbie. Well, a newbie to Smash, anyway. From the way he looked, he had to be seasoned in battle, not to mention all that military technology. Six feet tall or so, probably about 30 years old, dark grey eyes, slow, low voice.

You're thinking about him too much, considering you know close to nothing about him. You think about him too much, considering how little downtime you have anymore.

His real name is David.

Dammit.

From the entrance to the room, you hear a small scratching noise against the floor, and you know that he's there to make sure your okay. You and Pikachu have become pretty close, ever since that whole Emissary debacle. The yellow mouse leaps effortlessly onto your bed, and tilts his head, curious as to exactly what your problem is today.

"Hey, Pika." You tiredly reach out and sctatch behind his ear affectionately. He scrunches his face, enjoying it for a second, but then becomes stern (ridiculous as that sounds).

"No problems today, Pika. Just a tired, worn out lady, ready to give up." You look to the wall opposite the door, and you see a cardboard box on the floor. Someone must be moving out of the room. Or was too lazy to unpack everything. Or somebody else is moving in.

You turn back to Pikachu, and see that he looks a little angry with you. For what? For lying. Damn rat was too perceptive for his own good. Sitting up against the headboard, you realize that this is the perfect oppurtunity to let loose. Perceptive as he was, Pikachu didn't know everything.

"OKay, Pika, here goes." You draw your legs up close to your chest. "You know that new guy, Snake?"

Pikas' eyes widen, and you know he wants you to keep going.

"Ever since he got here, I've been unable to concentrate on anything." You look away sheepishly. "Except him."

"Pika?" The questioning tone almost makes you glad he can't speak english.

"Most of the time, it's just hormonal. I mean, we're hardly allowed alone time, and the only time I get to see anyone of the opposite sex is when we're in a match, or when we're going over the stats for the matches. Heaven forbid we get to hang out in the main room without a camera watching."

Pika sniffs the air, and looks to the box, probably uninterested in what you were saying. He was listening, and that's all that mattered.

"Or maybe it's all the straps and buckles on his outfit. Bondage isn't exactly one of my top kinks, but I'm so man-deprived, I'd try anything. Well, not anything. Anything semi-normal, maybe. It's a wonder I haven't become, like, prison gay after all of this crap." Pika's still looking at the box, more curious about that than human mating rituals.

"Every now and then, though," You look towards the door, your voice becoming hush on the off-chance anyone were to hear. "When the light's too bright, or it's really early in the morning, or I look at him really fast, I kind of wish he was looking back at me."

Pika looks back at you, but then quickly refocuses on the box. Maybe it was full of food or something.

"It can't be love, can it? I mean, I've never been in love before, so I can't really say. There's nothing for me to compare it to. Well, I don't think I get that mushy, sad look Zelda gets when she sees Link, I hope. And I don't go on and on about him like Peach and Mario, do I? No, I don't think so. Hmm."

You sweep your legs off the bed, and shrug your shoulders hopelessly.

"It doesn't matter, though." Your eyes glaze over. "It's not like he'd have anything to like about me. I mean, I've fucking brutalized his ass about 70 times today. He barely scratched me once. Whatever." You get up and re-tie your ponytail. "Come on, Pika. We have to look over match specs now."

You usher Pikachu out of the room, but, surprisingly, he ushers you out of it. He probably wants to get into that box. Whatever. If he gets into it, it's whoevers' the boxes' owners' is' fault. They should've known better than to leave it laying around like that.

Resolved to your fate, you sigh heavily, and walk out of the room.

Making sure she was out of earshot, you leap off her bed, and scurry over to the box. It was familiar, and whatever was inside, smelled alive, and not like food at all.

Extending one yellow paw, you tap lightly on the box, wanting to see if whatever was inside was going to come out.

A moment passes, before a strong, gloved hand, peers from under the base, and lifts it up. You're surprised, but don't motion to attack. Snake smiles, and rubs your head.

"It'll be our little secret." He says, and strides, a lot happier looking than normal, towards the main room.

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