Pit's P.O.V.
I push open the door to Marth and Ike's house, where Kuro and I are staying.
"Kuro!" I call, hoping to be greeted how I always am, with a hug and kiss, then him sweetly whispering in my ear that he loves me and missed me.
Marth leans out of the kitchen, a puzzled look on his face. "He's not with you?"
"What? No. Did he leave?" I tip my head to the side.
"Hmm. I thought he'd be with you. He ran out of the house crying hours ago." Marth comes up to me, holding a measuring cup.
My jaw drops. My heartbeat skyrockets. I immediately drop my bag and whirl around, dashing out of the house. I start running down the road, flying short distances, and keeping a sharp eye out for any clues of where Kuro is or what might have happened. Maybe, just maybe, there'd be a sign. One of his pitch black feathers, a ripped piece of his clothes, anything. I just want to find him. I finally see the town up ahead of me. I run into town, strait to where I know a familiar and helpful face will be.
Ghirahim's strip club, Demons. (You know? Coz' he's the Demon Lord? Funny isn- No?) It's a gay strip club. It's also where Ike works. I run inside and shout, "Ike!"
The large, muscular man is on stage, in a bright red thong, dancing to 'Booty Wurk'. My face gets red as I watch him shake his, uh…. 'parts'. I push past the crowd of aroused men and make my way to the front of the stage.
"I-Ike? H-have you seen K-Kuro?" I stutter loudly.
"Nope!" He shouts, a smile on his face as he keeps dancing, not even looking at me.
"Thanks," I mutter under my breath as I leave.
I run outside and back up to the house. I'm panting like a dog by the time I get there. Marth is waiting outside.
"Any luck?" Marth worriedly comes up to me. I keel over, barely able to breathe.
Marth puts his hand on my back.
"N-no. I'm gonna go check the woods. He likes going up there. I don't think he'd be in town. He hates people." I huff out.
"Maybe you should rest for a minute. You sound like your lungs are going to burst." Marth's cobalt eyes are filled with worry.
"N-no, I-I need to find h-him." I get light-headed. I go to take a step forward, but my legs give out, and I fall to the ground.
"Pit! Are you okay?" Marth carefully lifts me and carries me to the porch.
I wiggle and weakly try to get out if his grasp. Marth holds me to his chest, burring his nose in my hair. I slowly get my breath back. After several minutes of Marth holding me, he finally sits up. My face is red, and my arms have gone numb from being squished in a weird position. Marth looks at me.
"Can I go look for Kuro now?" I ask quietly.
"Uh, y-yes. I'm sorry, I just didn't want you collapsing somewhere out in the woods where you could have gotten hurt." Marth stands up, and puts me down on my feet.
I thank him, then turn and make my up to the woods. I enter the woods, searching for my red eyed lover.
I hope he's okay. Hopefully nothing bad happened. Oh no! What if those hunters that want our wings found him? There's no telling what they would have done to him! For all I know, they caught him and tore his wings off! Or ripped all his feathers out one by one until he had no more like they said they would! Oh, don't worry Kuro! I'm coming for you!
I break into a run. Ahead is a thick wall of brambles. I easily glide over it. Landing on the other side, however, was not as easy. You know, I'd think it wouldn't be. Especially since there was no other side. I fall down a little ways, but quickly unfurl my wings. I feel the wind tug on my large, white feathers. My falling speed decreases. I slowly drift to the bottom of the cliff. On my way down, I notice something black caught in a bramble. Once I land, I run over to it.
"Yes! Finally! I found something that will help!" I jump up and down in joy.
I pick up the black feather. I'm sure it's his because if you hold it in the light, it has an eerie blue-ish glow. I go around the bramble thicket. I gasp in shock. On the ground in front of me is Kuro. He's lying on his side, facing away from me. The feathers on his wings are tattered and bloody. Some of them look slightly burnt. His eyes are closed, and I can't tell by just looking at him if he's breathing or not.
"Kuro! Kuro! I found you! Kuro?" I sit down next to him.
I cautiously reach out and brush his pitch black hair out of his face. He doesn't stir, no sounds, no movement. Sliding my hand down his face to his neck, I check to see if he has a pulse.
Yes! He's still alive! Barely, but barely's better than not at all, right?
I carefully roll him onto his back, trying not to hurt his wings more.
"Kuro? Kuro, wake up. Please, wake up! It's okay, you're going to be okay. I'm here now. I'm going to help you. Kuro, please, just wake up and tell me what happened. Was it those hunters? Why are your feathers burnt? Kuro?" I nudge his cheek.
Still no reaction. I kiss his forehead and burry my face in his neck. I feel tears come. They sting my eyes as I try to blink them away. I sit up again and look at his stomach. There's a hole in his tunic. It's bloody and ragged. Moving the cloth out of the way, the same hole is in his stomach. Dried blood is caked around the wound. I lay him back down on the soft grass. Looking at the wound, I can tell by the almost perfect circle that he was shot. The tears come back, but this time, I let them stay. They stream down my cheeks, dripping off my jaw onto my lap. I reach out and grab Kuro's hand. Pulling it up to my chest, I hug his arm. The tears drip onto his hand. One of his fingers twitch, but I don't notice it.
"P-Pit…" It's so faint I think I imagined it.
"Is… Is it, really… You?"
I raise my head and see Kuro's eyes open a little. His usually brilliant red eyes are cloudy.
"Kuro… You're alive!" I gasp. "What happened to you?"
"Th- the hunters, Pit. W-watch out. They might still, still be here." Kuro rasps out.
"Kuro, I'll get you home. There Marth will clean you up and fix your wound." I slowly stand up, holding him 'bridal style'
I stare up the cliff, unsure of how to get him back up there. I figure I should just fly back up, because going around would take too long. I jump up, flying up to the top. I land on the other side of the brambles. Marth is standing right in front of me. He looks at Kuro.
"You found him!" Marth's eyes narrow then widen as he sees the fallen angel in my arms.
"The hunters found him. Thankfully he got away. He thinks they might still be around here." Just as I finish explaining, a gunshot rings out behind us. Marth immediately unsheathes Falchion. (Why is his sword called Falchion? Falchion is a kind of sword, and his is more like Rapier or Long Sword.)
"Bring Kuro back home." Marth narrows his eyes and clenches his jaw. He looks absolutely evil. "I'll take care of those 'hunters'." He spits.
I watch as he stalks past me, growling to himself.
-Several Hours Later-
I wonder what happened to Marth. He hasn't come back yet. Well, as far as I know, he hasn't.
My door opens and Marth walks in.
"Hey! I was just thinking about you." I close my eyes and tip my head to the side.
"Aww, that's sweet, but shouldn't you be thinking of Kuro?" Marth smiles.
"No, I was just wondering what happened. Did you find them?" I eagerly ask.
"Yes, and I don't think they'll be messing with you any time soon." The blue haired prince narrows his eyes again, looking just as malicious as before.
"Will you stop it? You keep doing that weird thing, and it's creeping me out! You look so evil!" I lean away from him, shuddering.
Marth stops and stands up.
"I mean, I know you're nice and all, but you don't look nice when you do that. You're such a sweet looking man. Well, you are a sweet man, but oh… I swear you can be so evil at times." I put my hand on Kuro's, who's lying under the thick, white blanket.
"So, how is he? Was it as bad as it looked?" Marth asks worriedly.
"Oh, he's fine. He'll just need some time to recover. The bullet wasn't even in it. He said he'd gotten it out." I look down at him.
He moves a little, carefully rolling onto his side. He wraps his arms around my left leg. Marth gets a crazed look in his eyes. My heart skips a beat.
"M-Marth? Are you okay?" I ask quietly.
"I hear them. They're coming." His voice is hoarse.
"What? Who?" I look at the window, thinking he's talking about the hunters.
"Them." Marth points at Kuro. "They want him. They don't want him to be here. He needs to go."
"Kuro? Why does he have to go? Where will he go? And who's coming for him?" Tears come to my eyes.
"Kuro needs to go to Hell." Marth growls.
I gasp and cover the red eyed angel's ears. "Marth!"
"No, really. They want him there. They are expecting him now. Don't be surprised if he doesn't make it through the night. You need to get rid of him."
"Get rid of him? How do you know he needs to go?"
"Because," He lunges forward and lifts me up by my white scarf, choking me. "They told me! Do you question them? Do not try to go against them. They will get revenge on you. They will possess you, make you their puppet! Like they have me!" The deranged Altean screams at me.
I start struggling wildly to get out of his grasp. He lifts me up off my bed and leans forward so our noses are just an inch apart. His cobalt eyes but mere slits as he tightens his grip. Never have I seen him in such a wicked state.
"Just do as I say and kill him! He is a curse! He needs to die! He brings misfortune and suffering to everyone!" Marth's voice is so loud it hurts my ears.
Behind me, Kuro stirs and sits up.
"M-Marth? Is that you?" He reaches forward as if he's trying to feel for him.
The prince and I both look back at him.
"Where are you? Why is it so dark? And why is i- Where's Pit? Wasn't he here?" Kuro asks quietly.
"Kuro, can you see me?" Marth inquires, eyebrows raised in interest.
"N-no. I can't." The fallen angel sounds scared.
I shake around, trying to get away again. Marth throws me on the ground. The force from hitting the floor, even though it's carpeted, knocks the wind out of me. I lay dazed, gasping for air.
"Huh?" Kuro sits strait up. "That sounded like Pit."
"No, no, Kuro. He's not here right now. There's no way you could have heard him." Marth lies as he pulls my scarf off my neck.
"Where is he?"
Marth lifts my head up by my hair and shoves part of it in my mouth. I try to get away again, but Marth knees me in the face. I gasp once more, watching blood drip from my nose and stain my white scarf. He pulls the white cloth to the back of my head and tightly ties it. I try and scream, but it's muffled.
Marth glares at me, kicking me in the stomach. He bends down and removes my belt. He binds my hands behind my back. I close my eyes, trying to ignore the searing pain in my face and stomach so I can figure out how to get away.
"Uh… Honey, I don't know where he is. He left some time ago." Marth sits down on the edge of the bed.
I roll over and watch Marth. Marth glares at me, an evil smile adorning his face. He slowly reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a needle with a red liquid in it. He looks at Kuro. I start shaking my head furiously 'no'. He turns towards Kuro. The prince reaches out and grabs Kuro's arm. Kuro's head turns in his Marth's direction.
"Marth? Is that you?" Kuro curiously asks.
"Yes darling. This will, 'help' you. It will only hurt for a second." Marth pulls the fallen angel's arm closer.
Kuro struggles a little, pulling on his arm. Marth holds him tighter. He shoves the needle into his arm. The red eyed angel yelps as Marth drains the red liquid into his blood stream.
"Ow! What was that?" Kuro breaks free and hops to the other side of the bed. His wings are ruffled and spread out
"It will heighten your senses. Well, the senses you have left." Marth leans towards him.
"Heighten my senses? Why do I need my senses heightened?" Kuro lowers his head and wings.
"You and Pit ask way to many questions. Now, it's my turn. I have a question for you." Marth whispers as he presses Kuro up to the wall.
"W-what?"
"How much do you really love Pit?" The disturbed prince runs his hands up Kuro's legs to the top of his shorts.
"More than anything. Nothing can describe how much I love him. Now get off me." Kuro pushes Marth off him.
"Really? How is that so? He's your twin brother. That's not right." Marth gets right back on Kuro, this time he pulls down his shorts.
Kuro gasps and grabs them, pulling them back on.
"Marth! Stop it!"
Marth pulls away. Getting off the bed, he stretches and removes his armor. He turns back to Kuro.
"Can you hear this?" Marth drops the needle on the floor. I couldn't hear it.
"Yes." Kuro growls.
"Good, that means it is working. Now, listen up. Your vision probably won't come back, so don't count on being able to see again." Marth walks over to me and pushes me onto my stomach. "I want you to listen closely to this. I promise you will hate me afterwards."
"Why would I hate you?" Kuro crawls to the edge of the bed.
"There you go with the questions again." Marth slides his fingertips down my spine. I shudder in disgust.
Marth stands up. He slams his foot into the middle of my back, right in between my wings. I let out a muffled cry, my wings sticking strait up. Marth grabs ahold of my wings. I look back at him, my heart racing.
"Would you prefer to hear it clearly or stifled?" Marth asks as he brushes my feathers against the side of his face.
-Third Person P.O.V.-
Marth's question throws Kuro off guard.
"What do you mean? What are you doing?" Kuro leans over the edge of the bed.
"Okay, clearly it is." Marth puffs on the large, white feathers, then pulls the scarf out of Pit's mouth.
"Wait, Marth! What are you d-"
Marth jerks on Pit's wings, while holding him down with his foot. The small angel screams in pain. Kuro gasps and sits perked up on the edge of the bed. Marth pulls harder on his wings, earning more loud screams of agony and terror. Kuro falls onto his back and slowly backs up to the wall, pressing himself to it. The crazed prince twists Pit's left wing, making Pit try to scramble out from underneath Marth's foot. The angel starts crying, screaming at Marth to stop. Kuro covers his head, trembling from the sound of his lover's agonized screams.
"Sit up and listen!" Marth snaps at Kuro.
"No! No! Stop! Stop hurting him!" Kuro's voice is high and whiney, completely opposite of what it usually is.
"Your begging will do nothing. If you really love your brother than you'd listen! Listen to his pain! You are doing nothing to help him! Nothing!" Marth growls as he starts ripping out Pit's feathers.
He scatters them on the floor around him and Pit. Kuro buries his face down into the bed. The brown haired angel claws at the ground, shrieking in a searing pain. The blue haired Altean jerks on his wings again, this time he keeps pulling. Pit cries out for Kuro, but Kuro only covers his ears more.
"Aww, listen Kuro. He wants you. He wants you to help him. But we both know you won't help him." Marth laughs as he leans back, still pulling on Pit's, now bloody and ragged, wings.
Kuro feels his tears burn his cheeks and soak the thin fabric of the bed sheet. Marth stops pulling for a second, then with all the strength he has in his small figure, jerks on them, while jumping off the small angel. Pit gets pulled up and dropped on his back. Marth, who still has a hold of his wings, keeps pulling. In one swift jerk, Marth pulls back on Pit's wings while forcefully kicking him in the back. The pressure is enough to pull the small angel's wings out of place. Pit screams and cries Kuro's name, only to be ignored by the fallen angel.
"Kuro! Help me! Please, I'm begging you! Make him stop!" Pit cries.
"He's not listening, angel. No one's going to help you now." Marth snarls.
The Altean lets go of Pit's wings and pushes him to the ground. Pit gasps as he lies on the floor, his muscles aching and his wings burning. Marth goes over to Kuro and grabs a handful of his pitch black hair. He pulls the fallen angel up so he's in a sitting position. Kuro pulls away, pushing on Marth's arm.
"Keep your head up!" Marth throws him back down on the bed. "Now get up and stay up!"
Kuro reluctantly sits up. Marth watches him for a minute, but soon returns to Pit. Pit covers his head with his arms. He's trembling so much that Marth can hear his teeth clicking together. Marth crouches in front of him, reaches out and lightly touches the angel's shoulder. Pit flinches and moves away.
"Are you scared? You should be. You have no idea what I'm capable of, and for all you know, I'm just going to torture you more. Actually, that's exactly what you think I'm going to do, isn't it? Well, if that's what you think, I might as well oblige, right?" Marth carefully strokes his arm.
Pit lets out a miserable whine. Marth pulls the angel's arms off his head. Looking down at him, Marth reaches toward him. He caresses his cheek with the back of his hand.
"W-why are… You h-hurting. Me? W-what d… what did I- I do?" Pit's voice is so quiet Kuro can barely hear him. To Marth, he only made a small noise.
"Pit, I'm sorry." Kuro whispers.
Marth whips around in rage. "Sorry? How are you sorry? You let me rip his wings out of place without trying to stop me even once!" He turns to Pit. "You don't forgive him, do you? Your lover, your brother, abandoned you at your most crucial time of need! There is no way he's really sorry!"
"K-Kuro…" Pit chokes out.
Marth screams in outrage. He jumps up and slams his foot into Pit's stomach, sending him flying into the wall. Pit gasps as he loses his breath again. Marth walks over to Pit and grabs his hair. He drags him back over to the middle of the floor. Pit yelps and claws feebly at Marth's hand. Marth smacks the innocent angel in the face.
"S-stop hurting m-me." Pit whimpers.
"Either you deal with this, or I torture you in a different way. A way I'm sure Kuro would enjoy hearing." Marth whispers seductively in Pit's ear.
"N-no! Why c-can't you just leave me a-alone? Haven't you hurt me enough?" Pit groans as he dangles from Marth's grip on his hair.
"I feel that I haven't hurt you enough actually. After all, you do still have feathers, don't you? Here, I'll solve that problem." Marth drops Pit.
"No! No!" Kuro pleas as Marth sits on Pit's lower back.
Marth slowly plucks the angel's feathers. Each time Marth tears one out, Pit lets out a sharp yelp. He shakes himself, ruffling his feathers more. Marth holds down his left wing. He pulls a razor blade out of his pocket. Pit screams at the sight of the steel blade. The psychopathic prince carelessly cuts off bunches of Pit's feathers, cutting him several times. Blood oozes out of the deep cuts, staining his silvery - white feathers crimson. Marth finishes cutting the blood-soaked feathers off, and sits up.
"I think you look better without those irritating fuzzes." Marth comments as he admires the pile of bloody plumages.
Marth starts tearing and cutting off the feathers on Pit's other wing. Kuro begs him to stop after hearing Pit cry loudly in pain and confusion. Marth stops and looks over at Kuro. He looks back to Pit, then Kuro, and finally back to Pit. He gets off the young traumatized angel. The blue haired prince unsheathes his sword. Pit mewls and covers his head again.
"You're a smart boy to be scared." Marth laughs.
The prince raises the sword above the angel's one featherless wing. Marth swings down furiously. Pit screams as blood sprays everywhere. Marth manically laughs as he drives the blade down further. Pit flails, terrified of his wing being cut off. The malicious prince pulls the blade up, then swings it down. The small angel cries as the Blade of Light tears through the rest of his wing, cutting it off completely. His cry turns into an ear-piercing shriek as the pain intensifies and he realizes his wing is cut off.
Marth flinches and Kuro covers his ears at the shriek. Marth growls and stomps on the angel's throat. Pit lets out a weak choking sound as blood trickles out of his mouth. Marth sighs in relief. Kuro slinks to the edge of the bed and reaches out. Marth notices, grabs one of Pit's large feathers and holds it out underneath Kuro's cautious hand. He feels the soft feather. He eagerly snatches it and holds it up to his face.
"Is this Pit's feather?" Kuro cautiously asks.
"Yes. One of the many that I ripped out." Marth answers as he blows on the pile, sending most of them flying across the room.
Kuro runs the feather across the tips of his fingers. He slides his fingers through some of the blood. He pulls his fingers away. He rubs the tips of them together, smearing the warm, sticky liquid. Kuro cries as he realizes that it's his lover's blood. Marth drops his sword and reaches down to Pit. Pit watches, but soon closes his eyes, thinking Marth is going to kill him. He lifts his head, exposing his neck to the fiendish prince.
"Ready to die, huh?" Marth scowls.
"No!" Kuro leaps off the bed onto Marth.
Marth gets bowled over, landing on Pit. Pit gasps at the large weight of both Marth and Kuro being slammed down onto him. Marth quickly gets back up. Kuro latches onto his neck and wraps his legs around Marth's chest. Kuro claws at Marth's face. Marth screams and flails, trying to fling the fallen angel off of him. The blind, red eyed angel screeches, his hands covered in the prince's blood and his wings thrashing the air as if he's trying to fly, but is being held down. Kuro digs his fingers into Marth's throat.
"K-Kuro, you stupid – Demon! G- get off me!" Marth chokes out as he pulls on his arms.
Marth whips around and jumps back, slamming Kuro into the wall. The black winged angel gasps, but doesn't surrender his hold. Marth slams Kuro into the wall again, loosening his grip. He does it one more time, and the evil angel falls to the ground. Even though he's dazed and winded, he jumps right back up.
Marth leaps out of the way as Kuro launches himself at him again. Pit watches them; secretly hoping Kuro doesn't hurt Marth. Even though he ripped out almost all his feathers and cut off one of his wings, he doesn't wish any harm on him. He never wants any one to suffer, even if they deserve it. Kuro jumps in the prince's direction again. Marth once again nimbly dodges. As he's jumping away, Marth throws his arm out. Kuro, being blind, doesn't notice and hits his arm. He falls over holding his throat. He clumsily tries to get back up, but Marth slams his fist into the top of his head.
Kuro whimpers, and then falls down on top of Pit. Marth walks over, kicking the fallen angel's leg to make sure he's unconscious. Kuro doesn't move, so Marth picks him up and throws him back on the bed. He turns back to Pit, who's lying on the ground, fighting to keep breathing past his crushed throat. Marth laughs evilly and bends down, running his hand up the inside of Pit's legs.
-Kuro's P.O.V.-
The last thing I remember is being picked up and tossed onto the bed. After that, I black out. I don't know what happened while I was out, but I woke up to Marth petting me, as if I was some sort of animal he had taken into adoption. I go to open my eyes, but I remember that I'm blind and decide not to even bother.
"Kuro? Are you awake?" Marth's voice makes tears come to my eyes.
I don't want to answer him. I'll admit. Yes, I'm scared of him. After hearing what he did to Pit yesterday, I'm terrified of him. I don't understand how he could do something like that to such a sweet, innocent angel. A sweet, innocent angel that happens to be my brother, and my love.
I open my eyes. What happened? My vision, it's blurry, but it's back! I look around. Everything starts coming into focus. Marth is lying next to me, his arms around me. I can only see the tip of Pit's wing, the one that's still attached, and it's bloody and ragged. Sitting up a little, I see large gaps from where feathers had been ripped out are scattered across it. The brunette angel is lying on his side, facing away from me. His body and clothes are ripped and covered in blood. I feel Marth carefully pull me back down.
"Ignore him." Marth growls.
"I-ignore him? How do you expect me to ignore my brother lying on the ground in front of me, dead?" I push him off me and jump up.
Marth quickly jumps on me and pushes me down. He undoes his belt and binds my hands to the bed post. I try to kick him away from me, but he dodges it.
"He's not dead." Marth walks over to Pit and kicks him onto his back. His normally bright, sapphire eyes are cloudy and filled with terror. "He can survive a lot, can't he?" Marth strokes his cheek with the tips of his fingers.
"Don't touch him!" I scream.
"I think you should have said something about that an hour ago. Oh, wait, you were unconscious." Marth laughs.
"What?" I feel my heart skip a beat. "What did you do to him?" My voice is a menacing growl.
Marth slides his fingers down the small angel's chest to his stomach, then the insides of his thighs. I gasp as he massages my lover's leg.
"Don't play stupid with me, Kuro. You know exactly what I did to him." Marth narrows his eyes at me.
"Why? Why do you have to keep hurting him? I don't know what he ever did to you, but was it really this bad?" I cry.
Marth looks thoughtful, but he quickly shakes it off. "You know, now that I think about it, he hasn't ever done anything to me. I guess I just need someone to take my anger out on, and he fits the bill perfectly."
My mind is petrified by his answer. I don't get it. How could Pit be the perfect person to take your anger out on? Especially like this?
"Now, I hope your senses haven't gone down from that drug yesterday, because I'm not done torturing your lover." Marth starts stripping Pit.
I watch, unable to say or do anything, as Marth slowly and sexually strips the limp, bloody angel. I know if I look away Marth will hurt me and make me watch, so I keep watching, wishing there was something that I could do.
Marth finishes taking Pit's clothes off, leaving his underwear on. He sits on the younger's hips. Marth picks up his razorblade again. I start sweating, not wanting the blue haired prince to hurt Pit anymore. Marth holds the razor between his teeth, and rubs Pit's chest. The disgusting prince bends down, removes the razor from his mouth, and licks the miserable angel's chest to right above his heart. The angel's expression stays unchanged. If he really is still alive, he's probably paralyzed.
Marth then takes the razor and places the tip where he first licked. He presses down, and just as intended, blood wells up. He slowly slices up the middle of the trail of saliva he left on Pit's smooth, un- muscled chest. Pit's mouth opens slightly, but he stays silent. Tears stream down his cheeks. Marth notices and dries them. Pit closes his eyes.
No, no! Pit, I know it's hard, but don't give up! I'm still here for you, even if I can't do anything but watch you get hurt.
The angel opens his eyes again, almost as if he somehow heard my silent plea. He looks strait at me. I feel my heart twist. Pit throws his head back in another soundless scream as Marth slices the cut open more. His screams become audible, but just barely. Marth drops the razor and runs his finger up through the cut. Pit cringes at the stinging sensation. Marth pulls it open.
"Marth! Stop it! No! STOP!" I scream at the top of my lungs and furiously pull on his belt as he tears the wound open more with his hands.
Pit flails, still mutely screaming. He tears it open all the way, then sits back to admire his work. Marth is staring at the angel's, now visible, heart. I scream and pull harder. Marth laughs as he grabs the angel's rib bone that's right above his heart. He easily breaks part of it off and drops it on the ground next to them.
I go silent in horror. Pit's eyes are closed now. I can tell he's still alive because his heart his beating erratically. I know his terror is what's keeping him alive. The very thing he wants to die to get away from is the key to his life right now.
"Is there anything you would like to tell your brother before I get rid of him once and for all?" Marth says nonchalantly as he caresses the half-dead angel's sides as if he's fully alive and enjoying it. As if he doesn't notice his ripped open chest and missing wing.
"I thought you weren't going to kill him?" I whine, even though I knew the whole time Pit was going to die, whether it was at the hands of Marth or simply because his wounds were to serious to be healed.
"Well, I changed my mind. They don't want him to be able to refuse when I give him to them." Marth leans down in front of Pit's face and kisses him. I feel rage boil my blood.
"Hmm. Well, since you can't save him now, I guess I'll let you go so you can properly say good bye." Marth stands up and undoes the belt on my hands. He turns back around as I sit up and swiftly push him out of the way. Marth glares at me, but leaves the room, stating that he'll be back in a minute.
I carefully lift Pit and place him back down in my lap. I brush his hair out of his face. He doesn't move or open his eyes. His body is growing cold and stiff. He's dying, slowly, but surely.
"Pit? Can you hear me?" I whisper, afraid Marth might be listening.
The small angel turns his head to me; his eyes open in cloudy, blue slits. He mouths something, but I don't understand.
"I'm so sorry Pit. I know that will never be enough, no matter how many times I say it, but just know that there was nothing I could have done." I bury my nose in his cheek. More tears come and stream down my cheeks as I hold Pit tighter. "I'm so sorry." I choke out.
Pit weakly reaches up and rests his bloody hand on the top of my head. I look up at his arm. Looking back at him, he's smiling. My heart feels like someone's squeezing it.
"Stop smiling! How can you smile at a time like this?" I sob.
"Be-because… Because I kn-know it- it's okay." His voice is hoarse and quiet.
"Okay? It's not okay! Have you not seen yourself? Do you not remember everything that's happened?" I reach up and wipe some blood off his chin.
"It's okay, because I have you. You tried to save me. I saw you do it. I held on through this because I had hope. And I had hope simply because you were here." Pit's eyes close again.
"No! Pit, don't die! Please!" I shake him, making more blood pour out of the hole in his chest. His eyes open slightly, but close again.
I tear part of his blood-stained tunic off and wrap it tightly around his chest, trying to stop the blood from coming out more. The blood soaks through the thick fabric quickly. "Pit, I'm sorry for doing that! I didn't mean to make you bleed more! Oh, Pit. You're going to die and it's all my fault!" I scream as I move the cloth to check his heartbeat. It's still beating, but barely.
Pit opens his eyes, looking at me. I snivel as Pit chokes out my name.
"You saved me, now it's my turn to save you. Pit, I don't know how, but I will. Just trust me, and stay alive. I promise I'll help you." I lean over him, pressing my nose into his hair.
He only faintly smells like himself. His scent is replaced by the stench of blood. I press my face farther into his hair, trying not to smell the blood.
"I – I'll try, bu –but it hurts. It hurts, Kuro. Please, do something. Make it stop…" The angel's voice is almost completely silent.
"I'm sorry Pit. There's nothing I can do. Just hold on. Maybe when Ike returns he can help." I soothe, even though I doubt Ike would help. If Marth is so deranged, then his boyfriend is too, right? It only makes sense.
"N-no, Kuro. I want you to help me. You promised, r-remember?" Pit looks up at me.
I start carefully stroking the side of his face, hoping it will help him relax a little. Pit's neck goes limp and his head falls into my hand. I hold his head to my chest, carefully pulling him closer. I hear him let out a wheezy sigh. I bury my face so far into his soft brown hair that I can feel his head under my nose. Taking a deep breath, I hold back choking on the sour smell of blood.
The door opens slowly. I look up, growling and covering Pit's head protectively. The door opens all the way. Standing in the door way is Ike, holding a double-barrel shotgun.
Ike's jaw drops. The first thing he sees is the bloody feathers scattered across the room. He looks to me. He looks confused because I'm hissing and growling at him, while crying and covering something in my lap. He suddenly moves backwards, so I take it as a threat and flex my muscles and spread my wings, fanning out my feathers to make myself look bigger and more threatening. After all, I am a fallen angel. I have the intimidating look down really well.
Ike slowly lowers the gun to the ground while holding out one hand. He drops the gun and cautiously comes in, closing the door behind him. I wrap my wings around myself and Pit. Lowering my head, Ike inches closer, avoiding stepping on any of the feathers.
"Kuro? What happened here? It looks like you slaughtered a bunch of white chickens," Ike comments as he looks around at the floor again.
I sluggishly move my wings and uncover Pit. I look up at him pleadingly.
"Please… Ike, help me. Help Pit. He needs our help. Please, Ike." I beg, tears still streaming down my cheeks.
Ike's face loses all its color once he sees Pit's destroyed body. He starts sweating and panting in confusion. He's staring at the blood and his torn wing.
"How did this happen?" Ike swallows hard.
"You wouldn't believe me if I answered honestly." I say as I look back down at Pit.
"Okay, Ummm. Well, whatever, that doesn't matter right now. How bad is it?" Ike kneels in front of me, putting his hand the angel's knee.
I carefully untie the ripped piece of cloth on his chest. Removing it, I look away, not wanting to see it again. I hear Ike gasp, then he turns around, holding his mouth closed as if he's going to vomit.
Ike turns back to me. "Yeah…" He looks at it again. "That's a lot worse that I thought it would be. I… I'm sorry Kuro, I don't know what to do." Ike reaches forward, looking back up at me every few inches because I'm watching him like I think he's going to hurt Pit more. He turns Pit's head towards him.
"Kuro, please tell me what happened." Ike asks quietly while he gently pushes Pit's head back against my chest.
I take a deep breath, then explain everything. Well, everything that I was conscious for. The large, muscular man looks absolutely outraged once I say that it was Marth who did it. He stands up and paces the room, holding his head while muttering to himself. He gets to the wall for the fifth time and looks up. He screams something that I don't understand, then slams his fist into the wall. Pit yelps and jumps at the sudden noise. I hold him tightly, whispering that it was nothing to worry about.
Ike notices that he scared Pit and comes over. He sits down in front of me, holding his arms out. I stare at him like he's crazy.
"Okay, I hate to pull this card, but do you trust me or not?" He still sounds irritated. "I'm not going to hurt him, I swear."
I keep staring at him, but slowly move closer. I lay Pit down in his arms, watching the two intently. Ike feels that he only has one wing. The spiky blue haired man looks up in confusion.
"Where's his other wing?" He looks back down at Pit and snuggles the small angel closer to his stomach. I point to where it's lying on the ground. Ike looks, then looks away, a sad look on his face. Ike turns to me.
"Would he hear it if I said something to him?"
"Yes." I answer as I move closer to them.
He leans down and brushes his cheek against Pit's. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I'm not here to hurt you, I promise. I only want to help." He whispers.
Pit opens his eyes. He stares at Ike, while Ike stares right back down at him. He lifts his arm slightly, but it goes limp and falls back down.
"Don't try and move. It'll use up all your energy, and you have to stay alive. Kuro would be devastated if you died. You wouldn't want that, now would you?" Ike puts his hand on Pit's.
"Are – are you m-mad at me?" Pit asks almost silently.
"No, why would I be mad at you? I am mad at Marth." Ike says, as equally quiet as Pit was.
"E-everyone se- seems to be m-mad at me. I d-don't know w-what I d-did w-wrong." Pit closes his eyes as tears well up again.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Ike presses their cheeks together.
"Th-then why…did Marth d-do this to me? Ob-vio-usly…I di- did something wrong."
"No, Pit, Marth is just a really bad person. He likes hurting other people for his own amusement. Anyone who would do something like this deserves to rot in Hell. No one can possibly love someone like him." Ike chokes out as he himself starts crying.
Pit stays silent for now. I watch them while Ike rubs his cheek on the angel's. Finally, Pit replies.
"Then why do you love him?" His voice is as clear as it can possibly get at the moment. He doesn't even stutter.
Now it's Ike's turn to be silent.
"You know, that's a good question. You always have been very clever."
Huh, avoiding the question. I give him a questioning look. He just looks away.
"Okay, I think we should really get going on this. Marth could walk in at any second." I break the silence.
Just then, I hear a door open somewhere in the house. I hear voices. Three of them. I recognize all of them.
"Ike! Marth is back! And he has the hunters with him!" I warn Ike, who looks just as scared as me.
"Okay, here take Pit." Ike stands up and gently hands me Pit. "Okay, I want you to put him back down where he first was, then hide. I'll tell Marth that you somehow got away, and he'll have to go look for you. It's sure to work." Ike goes over to the door and picks up his shotgun.
"What? How do you expect me to hide in here? And what about after that? Have you even thought this all the way through?" I seriously doubt his plan. Even though I doubt it, I lay Pit back down where he was.
Ike looks around, then opens the closet and shoves me inside. I fall down, but before I can do anything, Ike slams the door shut.
"Okay, now just stay quiet. Time to commence Operation Screw the Prince!" Ike quickly leaves the room, closing the door quietly.
-Ike's P.O.V.-
Marth is standing in the kitchen. Sure enough, he has the hunters with him. They're discussing something.
"Marth, I think you sho-"
"Ike, hold on. I'm busy. Go do something else for now." Marth keeps talking.
"Yeah, but Marth, I think you should know,"
"Ike! Not right now!" Marth yells. The two hunters look at each other, then look back at Marth.
"MARTH! Kuro is gone!" I scream at him.
Marth stops and slowly turns around to face me. He looks like he might go crazy, take my gun and shoot me.
"He's. GONE. Are you sure? There is no way he could have escaped. How?" Marth growls through a clenched jaw.
"I don't know. He's a fucking demon, I'm sure he had something up his sleeve." I lie.
"Okay. Whatever. I'll go find him. Just please, tell me that Pit is still in there." Marth asks.
"Yes. It's not like he can really move, I doubt he's going to be getting up and taking a fucking stroll through the fucking woods." I roll my eyes.
"Ike, shut up. Go watch Pit." He turns to the back door to go search for Kuro. "We don't want him to get up and take a walk, now do we?" He leaves, bringing the hunters with him.
I sigh in relief at how stupid Marth is. Going back in the room, I notice Pit staring up at me. His eyes are half-closed. I move over to him and kneel in front of him. I reach a hand out and rub the underside of his chin with one finger.
"T-the hunt-hunters. Why, why are Th-they here?" Pit stares down at my fingers.
"Well, Pit, I'm not gonna lie to you. Especially not right now. They're here because Marth is going to… He's going to sell them… Well… He's selling Kuro, and he's going to try and sell them your heart." Ike answers quietly.
"Oh…" Pit starts crying again.
Kuro bursts out of the closet.
"That's it! I'm not going to be sold to some disgusting hunter! And I'm not going to let him get your heart either, Pit!" Kuro runs over and rubs Pit's cheek.
Pit gives Kuro a reassuring smile. Kuro tearfully smiles back down at him.
"All right, Kuro, Pick up Pit and let's get out of here. I'll go scout for Marth. Put something on him. You know, carrying around a half dead, bloody angel is noticeable enough, but carrying a naked one is worse." I turn around and leave them alone to make sure Marth isn't near the house.
-Kuro's P.O.V.-
I re-wrap a part of Pit's tunic around his chest, then take off my own tunic and put it on him. I'm left in my tight fitting underclothes, which is okay, because it looks like I'm wearing shorts and a t shirt. I make sure to grab Pit's magical bow, then pick him up and cautiously head to the back door. Ike signals to me through the window, so I know it is okay to leave the house.
"Are you ready?" Ike asks.
"As ready as I'll ever be." I answer, unsure if I really am ready or not.
"What about Pit? He knows where were bringing him, right?" Ike feels Pit's forehead with the back of his hand.
"As… As long as… You have me, Kuro… I'll go anywhere you- want me to." Pit smiles at me.
"Okay then. It looks like we're ready." I look at Ike.
"I love… you, Kuro…" Pit whispers.
I feel happiness and hope burn in my stomach.
"I love you too, Pit. I promise, I'll get you to safety. I won't let anything or anyone hurt you anymore." I hug him, then follow Ike as he stealthily heads out into the woods.