Baby let it go

A SnakexSamus fanfiction

by

Random-C

Chapter se7en : bubblegum and estrogen

You're having trouble breathing regularly.

Holding onto a column for support, you're caught somewhere between a scream and a sigh. Who'd have thought, that the famed bounty hunter, Samus Aran, who'd defeated the likes of Space Pirate Ridley, Kraid, and the Mother Brain, could be crippled by the slight grazing of knuckles on her cheek?

He touched you.

Snake touched you.

David touched you.

Of course, you knew what it was like to feel someone elses' hands on you. He was different, though. He didn't touch with the heavy, startling strength that is so commonplace for you. Your entire life, the only kind of contact you made with anyone was a roundhouse kick to the temple, or a right hook to the jaw. His touch was a faint, ghosting of a canvas-gloved hand on skin that was still too soft for protection but had become too thick to let anyone in.

Frankly, you don't know exactly how to deal with it. You have become so desensitized to the idea of loneliness, of roaming the cosmos as a silent hero, that the thought of being romantically involved was so far off in your mind that you were sure that you'd never have to deal with it. In fact, you were absolutely sure that you'd be alone forever, that no one would know how to get in close enough. Had you been a normal girl, like Peach or Zelda, you probably would've succumbed to Falcons' advances, his casual remarks about figure and hair and other things you deemed nonsensical.

You still have no idea how he forgave you for the 39 stitches.

You thought that was it. Falcon had been the only (maybe first, now that you think about it) man who had ever tried to make you remember you were a woman first, warrior second. Falcon was swift and charming, albeit a little flighty, and if he couldn't break you down, you thought no one could.

(Not that you had any romantic feelings for Falcon anyway, but at least now you have a friendly relationship with him.)

Maybe, you think, that's why you've become so close with Peach and Zelda. You started hanging out with them around the middle of the Melee tournament, more specifically after you had a 3-on-1 bout Girl Power match against Ganondorf. (who knew that Zelda has such a great uppercut? Or that Peach could work a Super Scope so well?)

Zelda was smart and graceful, everyone liked her because she was always willing to listen when you needed to talk. Peach was pretty and girly, and made everyone smile (even if they didn't like her) with her childishness and floaty ways.

It wasn't what you were used to, but you were willing to learn. You figured, maybe if you could observe women, ladies in action, it'd be easier to emulate them. And if you could act feminine, it mught be easier to become feminine. And then you'd lose that armor that you'd built up, and actually be able to mean something to someone.

And that's what you want right now, isn't it?

Even though it's what you want, you fear that you're turning into the puddle of estrogen and bubblegum that everyone doesn't want you to be. That you can't be, because you have to be a hero.

Danm image.

Damn feminism.

Damn this womans' heart.

Can you tell I haven't been writing in FOREVER? GAH this chapter is so GHEY and I hate it. Don't worry, I'll get my bearings back soon and write actually DECENT stuff.

This isn't even a real chapter, per se, just something to slake the Snakus masses while I figure out what the hell I'm doing. Please review, but don't tell me you're disappointed like I am.