SilverWingShipping OneShot

Desperation...

Author's Note:

So I wanted to write a sad SilverWingShipping Fanfic because no one else ships Pittoo and Dark Link. I know it's cliche, but I don't care. I wanted something to make me cry. And in this one, I've made Dark Pit and Pit gods because why not? Pit is the God of Light and Palutena's successor while Pittoo is the God of the Hunt and Moon, Artemis's successor. I thought that fit him as he does have a nature alignment, and since both Virdi and Artemis are nature goddesses, I figured they'd compete, so Pittoo becoming Artemis's successor upon her death is her way of saying, "Hah. I win, Viridi." Don't like it, then read elsewhere.

The dark Hylian stood by his lonesome, awaiting the arrival of his lifelong companion who'd been very busy the last few days with his delegations as the God of the Hunt and Moon. The previous week had been filled by the Summer Solstice Hunts where the angelic god had to work overtime to keep Downworlders such as Fairies, Demons, and Half Breeds alike in check. It was the weeks of the summer and winter solstice and those of the spring and fall equinoxes that were his most tiring. Normally, he'd be able to go on just a couple hunts a week and keep that balance, but not then. The sun had almost set, the time they agreed to meet drawing nigh. At nightfall on the dot, when no color lit up the sky, the sun down completely, the dark angel landed in front of him with a soft, but exhausted smile. "Pittoo..." whispered the boy garbed in black as he embraced the newcomer lovingly.

"D-Link..." was the response as the shorter of the two wrapped his arms around his lover. There was something off about his voice, the way it shook slightly. Yes... he sounded weary, but it wasn't that...

"Are you alright?" he inquired of him with worry etched in both his eyes and tone.

"Yeah..." said the angelic god with a deflective air.

"Don't lie to me..."

"... I...was bitten..." he admitted in a defeated manner.

"By what...?" Now the worry had increased. Some Downworlders had deadly venom and others could turn whomever they bit. Though some, such as vampires and lycans,

could only do this by bleeding into their victim's mouth or putting some into a fresh, open wound.

"...A drake..."

He had to think for a second before he remembered what Pitto had told him a drake was. They were a Downworld form of dragon, the offspring of such a beast and a fey. Their venom was potent enough it could even be used to kill a three headed hellhound such as Cerberus. He also vaguely remembered there was no known cure for it. "P-Pittoo..."

"...Augh..." he voiced in pain as he leaned heavily into Dark Link. "...I...I just wanted... to see you one last time... The venom's already circling through my bloodstream..."

"H-how long do we have?"

"...At most...two hours..."

"Two hours... Come on," he stated imperatively as he grabbed his angel's hand.

"Wh...where...?"

"I'm not just gonna sit back and let you die."

"There is no cure... You know that..."

"Yet."

"Huh...?"

"There isn't a cure yet." A smirk twisted across his smokey toned visage as he looked up at the stars for a moment before calling out in a clear voice, "Hey! Pit!"
In response to this, a path of light cut through the night sky, brighter than any star. "What's up?" chimed a boyish voice, speaking from the brightness.

"Extract us."

"Okie!" A wash of gold enveloped the two as the God of Light did as he was asked, making them appear right in his study where he and Link were doing a bit of research. Books were strewn all over the floor in neat stacks-Link's touch-where the God could check over sources he'd already gotten information from. On the end of the table sat a cauldron where several different ingredients were being heated to a boil. "Wait... Where's the wormsworth? I thought I set it right here..."

"Here," said the Hero of Time as he handed the angelic god of light a vial full of what appeared to be thick liquid, thicker than pea soup.

"Ah! Thank you, kindly," peeped the brunette as he added just a drop of that to his already impressive mixture. "Okay. Now to let that simmer. D-Link, did you need something when you asked me to extract you, or are ya just here for a social call and a sleep in?"

"Actually... it's urgent... Pittoo was bitten by a drake."

"Uh! Oh no... There isn't a known-"

"I know! But you and Link are the smartest people I know. I figured the two of you could come up with something if you put your heads together!"

"How much time do we have...?" inquired Link with a contemplative look on his countenance.

"He said two hours at most..."

"That's pushing it, D-Link... An antidote takes time to make and even longer to get right... But... we'll try..." explained Pit as he got out a whole new stack of books that he and the green bean began pouring over immediately.

Meanwhile, D-Link took Pittoo where they could have a clear view of the stars and sat down beside him. The angel leaned into his Hylian, his body shivering as it tried to get rid of the poison, but couldn't. "You're gonna be alright, Pittoo..."

"You're too hopeful..."

"No. I just haven't given up hope yet," D-Link said softly as he pulled his Pittoo closer, holding him securely. "You aren't one to give up so easily, either."

"This isn't something... that can be changed... I know it ends here..." he sighed, a sad smile on his face.

"Pittoo..."

"I love you..."

"I love you, too... Just... don't give up yet..."

"It's too late for anything to make a difference..."

"Please... Pittoo..."

"...D-Link..."

The crimson eyed boy looked at his rust brown eyed angel sorrowfully. That pale, fair skin of his was almost chalk white, his veins showing traceries all the way to his heart, standing stark against his flesh. Was it really too late? Could they really do nothing to save him?

That two hour mark rolled around as the God of Light and the Hero of Time rushed to their dark counterparts, the brunette carrying a vial which he handed to Pittoo. "Hurry up and drink that, Pittoo! It's your last chance!"

By then, the God of the Hunt and Moon had grown so weak, he could barely lift his arms, so his lover took the flask from him and uncorked it, carefully tilting it into the blackette's mouth, the blue colored antidote going down his throat. Anxiety gripped them all as they waited, but... Pittoo's condition didn't improve. He smiled sadly at his D-Link, as pale as a sheet.

"Pittoo...no..." he begged as he held him close, but knew it was useless. The angel was already growing cold, his eyes sliding shut. "Pittoo...!"

"...lo..ve.. you... D...Link..." he muttered with his final breath.

"Pittoo..." Tears started to fall, very rare for the dark Hylian, but tears, nonetheless began cascading down his face as he held his deceased love in his arms and rocked back and forth slowly, overcome with grief. The other two hung their heads in sorrow, Pit clinging to Link as he too wept. Pittoo was gone...