Christmas Angel-An SSBB Fanfic

Chapter 1

Christmas time was upon Smash Manor. The multi-dimensional center of attention was now plunged into a deep world of white. Weather there was usually always sunny and clear, as Master Hand had created it all, but he allowed it to rain and snow from time to time to keep the people there from going utterly insane.

And, after all, who doesn't love snow during the holiday season?

None more than a small, brown-haired angel who thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

This little angel went by the name of Pit, one of the newcomers to this season of Super Smash Brothers. He had taken in a lot of new things ever since he had descended into this mortal world, but this snowy wonder was easily the most interesting. He wasn't used to the cold, as it was always the same temperature in Skyworld. Regardless, this frosty scene was truly a magnificent sight to behold.

Eventually, the cold outweighed the snow's majesty, and the little angel sauntered over to the Grand Hall to warm up his seemingly frozen wings.

The Grand Hall was the main entrance to Smash Manor, and all who passed through it were left utterly speechless. Giant marble columns towered over the floor, which was beautifully waxed and held a somewhat vague depiction of the symbol of Smash Brothers, the Smash Ball. In the center was a lavish bronze statue of the original three, Mario, Link, and Kirby. A gorgeous crystal chandelier hung eerily over the gigantic room, illuminating it with a soft, golden glow.

The Grand Hall, while it was breathtaking normally, was now truly sublime now that an enormous, forty-foot tree rested just behind the bronze statue. Tinsel and beads lined every corner of the massive fir, along with bright ball ornaments hundreds of tiny, multi-colored lights. There was a separate ornament on the tree that represented each contestant. Pit chuckled as he gazed at his, which was, as one might expect, in the shape of an angel.

Pit remembered how much of a hassle to decorate that tree was. He also remembered how he was the only one who could fly high enough to place the star on the top of the tree, and how Ike had to catch him when his wings gave out. He had left his Wings of Pegasus charm in his dorm at the time, so he had to make it up on his own.

Then Pit remembered his dorm. He didn't know much about this strange holiday that these mortals seemed to care so much about, but it seemed to make everyone much warmer and more pleasant, so he had decided to decorate his room for the holidays. Having thoroughly been warmed up, Pit stepped back out into the frigidity and off to the dormitories.

Now, there was a person on this campus who was near opposite of Pit when it came to love for the holidays. Her name was Samus Aran. She was noticeably the most attractive woman in the entire compound, as she was in a skin-tight blue jumpsuit half the time and had nearly perfect blonde hair, but nearly everyone was scared out of their wits whenever they were unfortunate enough to cross her path. With good reason. Samus was the galaxy's most feared and revered bounty hunter, destroyer of planets and space stations alike, trained by a race of bird-like aliens after her home and family were destroyed by space pirates, and the mortal enemy of a giant, skeletal dragon who just wouldn't stay dead. Her training had made her into an incredibly skilled, almost superhuman fighter. Many a time had one of the ignorant, meat-headed perverts here at Smash Manor come onto her, stroking her long blonde locks and moving their hands into extremely off-limits places, and many a time had she left those men in a pile of bruises, twists, and broken bones. She was not to be trifled with, and she made sure that everyone knew it.

Yet Pit, innocent as he was, didn't fear her in the least bit. No, respected might be a better word. He knew that he honestly should be afraid of her, mainly due to the fact that she could easily shred his delicate wings into pillow stuffing. Yet he saw her as more of a powerful ally. Samus knew this, and it highly annoyed her.

Samus had just departed from her room for the cafeteria, as it was past noon and her stomach was groaning loudly. As she turned to shut her door, she immediately sensed someone's presence behind her. She whipped around and held a cocked gun to the person's face.

It was Pit. The poor angel's eyes widened at Samus's version of a hello. He warily took a step back, and when Samus saw that he meant he no harm, she rested her gun at her side.

"Don't sneak up on me like that." She curtly hissed at the angel, who was still in a bit of shock.

"Sorry…" He whispered back, his voice still quivering. Pit didn't fear Samus, but nobody really likes a charged plasma rifle pointed at their face.

Samus grunted in reply as she turned to lock her door.

Pit, remembering why he had come to his room in the first place, lazily dug in his pocket for his key.

Samus slyly looked him over. He looked no more than thirteen, yet she knew that he was really more than a century old. He was an angel, after all. His hair was a light shade of brown, messy and untamed, yet so soft that it resembled chocolate fudge. A beautiful golden wreath adorned his head.

His toga, a striking pearly white, was loosely draped around his petite frame. It was trimmed at the edges with gold and blue streaks that shimmered when he walked. His eyes, a beautiful icy blue, were somewhat hidden behind his chocolate locks, simply the most adorable eyes that Samus had ever observed.

But his wings really took the cake. Feathery, pure white adornments that looked as if they were as soft as a kitten. Samus had never actually felt his wings, as she had always thought it too awkward to ask. They looked long and powerful, sharply contrasting Pit himself. She imagined herself, lovingly nestled against his chest, his wing gently around her.

She snapped out of her trance, and blushed slightly at her previous thought.

Pit spied Samus staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He blushed madly, desperately trying to make himself appear as handsome as possible. His wings twitched nervously as he waited for her gaze to leave him.

Finally, Pit found his room key, and fumbling with it, shoved open his door and hurried inside. But before Pit could escape Samus, she spotted the box of decorations that Master Hand had left in Pit's dorm room at his request.

"Decorating?" She asked in her steely voice.

Pit didn't know what it was about that voice, but it commanded respect, and Pit liked that.

"Yeah. Everyone else seemed to get a kick out of it, so I figured I'd give it a try."

Samus turned to leave, but Pit stopped her in her tracks.

"Aren't you going to decorate your room?"

"No." She replied sternly.

"Why not?" Pit knew he was stepping into dangerous territory, but his curiosity was unbearable.

Samus heaved a deep sigh. She turned around to look into Pit's stunning icy blue eyes.

"Christmas was never really a big deal for me." Her tone had softened, so Pit knew he was safe to proceed.

"I'm not even sure if the Chozo knew what Christmas was. To them it was simply just another day of training."

Pit was saddened. He tried to think of anything that might lighten the sour mood.

"Well, if you change your mind, you can always come to me. We can split decorations."

That seemed to be the right move.

Samus smiled, delighted, and walked away.

Pit, with a small fist pump once Samus was out of view, went into his dorm room to begin decorating.

Lunch in the Smash Manor Cafeteria was always interesting. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. As Samus strolled in, her eyes were assaulted with the horrific amount of decorations that had been carefully adorned around the enormous room. Bright, vibrant flashes of red and green blazed into the huntress's irises, nearly burning them with their sheer amount of Christmassy cheer. Samus had to avert her gaze.

Samus sat alone (nothing unusual here) at her table. She gave a quick glance around the room, taking in every quirky bit of each Smasher's odd behavior. Snake and Ike were in the center of the cafeteria, arm wrestling with each other as about six other guys watched and cheered. Yoshi was snagging up all of Mario and Luigi's food, grabbing each bit with his tongue when the plumbers weren't looking. Kirby, Smash Manor's self-proclaimed head chef, was juggling cookware in his stubby arms like some kind of well-trained professional. Meta Knight and King Dedede were sitting adjacent each other, Meta Knight with a disgusted look on his face while King Dedede gleefully devoured both their meals.

Then Samus looked at her own plate. All it contained was a sandwich, shaped cutely to look like a snowman.

Samus stabbed it in the head with her fork.

Link, the green-clad Hero of Time, watched as Samus impaled her poor sandwich. As he walked by, he glanced down at her sandwich, then back up at her.

Eventually, with a smirk plastered on his face, he chimed:

"Wow… really don't like the holidays, do you?"

She gave him a cold stare. That was usually Samus' was of saying that you had about five seconds to get out of her sight. The elf scurried away.

A long sigh escaped her lips. No one at this tournament really understood her. Sure, her two friends Peach and Zelda came close, but they were only friends. Nearly everyone else merely looked at her as if she were nothing more than a gorgeous body and face, wrapped up playfully into a blue jumpsuit. She began to wonder if anyone would ever gaze beyond that stunning appearance, into the deep wells of her soul and maybe… just maybe… into her heart.

Just then, as if fate answered her, Pit fluttered into the cafeteria. He plopped himself down at his favorite table, surrounded by Ike, Link, and Pikachu. Link was still a bit shaken up from Samus' evil stare, Ike was getting slaps on the back for crushing Snake, and poor Pikachu was shivering.

Pit, noticing this, gently but swiftly wrapped his broad wing around the little yellow furball, encompassing him in a warm mass of plush, downy feathers. Pikachu nestled himself into the wing even deeper, and now only his face was showing out. He peeked out cutely at the angel, his ears softly rubbing against the snow-white plumage. Samus chuckled to herself. She wondered what it felt like to be wrapped in that angelic warmth.

Little did she know that she would find out soon enough.