The dark angel didn't think Pit would catch him crying in the rain.
The dark angel didn't expect to find himself crying in the rain.
"Pittoo? What's wrong?" were the first words he heard leave Pit's mouth. Dark Pit sighed, embarrassed by the fact that Pit caught him looking like a fucking mess. Here was he was, sitting alone in the rain, black hair and clothes soaked completely. Here he was, looking like the perfect candidate for a damn pity party. Great, just great. He didn't need anyone's concern right now, especially Pit's. That's right, he didn't need it. You don't need it, you don't need it, just keep lying to yourself until you believe it.
He told Pit he was fine, go away, pray to Lady Palutena or something. He wanted to tell him to stop interrupting his thoughts, those wretched thoughts that keep returning when they shouldn't, the inner turmoil that made his blood boil and head ache.
The thoughts that were all about him and Pit. The past, present and future. What he wanted and couldn't have.
"You don't look fine. You're crying." Dark Pit laughed dryly, the first time he laughed in a long while. Wiping away his tears and sniffling a bit, he wanted to thank Pit for pointing out the obvious, for successful placing two and two together. He wanted to make some sardonic remark and feel like he was in control of this conversation, but he couldn't. He simply couldn't and he didn't have a reason why.
That bothered him.
He watched one of his feathers fall to the ground. Pit kneeled down and picked it up, looking at it as if it was the first time he has ever seen a feather. The angel was close enough to his crepuscular twin that Dark Pit could feel the warmth radiate from his body.
That bothered him as well.
"Wow," Pit exclaimed, "I never knew your feathers were a shadowy teal. I thought they were black."
"They are black, you fool. They're the exact opposite of yours." The dark angel's voice cracked, and the tears came full force as Dark Pit cursed himself for acting like this, for acting like a fucking coward, for letting himself go through all this pain and suffering because he couldn't admit it. An arm wrapped around the dark angel's shoulder and Pittoo felt a strong urge to smack it away, just push Pit away and go back to his self-loathing party.
He didn't. He just repeatedly said "I'm fine" to Pit's constant questioning, hoping that if he says it enough times, maybe he'll end up alone – only to feel the sting of loneliness pull at his heart. His feelings were vicious cycle, a raging storm that wouldn't be ending anytime soon.
Pit intertwined his fingers in Dark Pit's, placing his head on the dark angel's wet shoulder. Pittoo nuzzled against the soaked mess of brown strands known as Pit's hair.
"I'm alright," he said, speaking mainly to himself in attempt to convince himself that yes, I truly am alright. "I'm alright, I'm alright."
Dark Pit squeezed his twin's hand, holding it tightly and refusing to let go. For once, he let the angel stay. For once, he didn't try to find solace in isolation.
Why couldn't he just say it?
A dark teal feather fell to the ground.
Why couldn't he say I love you?
Hey, 'tis be Mika here with her first KI:U fanfiction…that just so happens to be Pitcest. Good job, Mika. I think I did well on this. The summary is me poking fun at myself, because I describe Dark Pit's wings being dark teal despite being officially referred to as black. Look at me, ignoring official information from Nintendo. Ooh, I'm so edgy (sarcasm).
Bleck, I think I tried way too hard to make it all sad here. I think I'm contradicting what I said earlier about me doing well on this. Ugh, I shouldn't write fanfics after spending hours of my time on homework and Smash Bros.