A/N: I got the game Kid Icarus: Uprising and finished it, and I've been reading a couple fics in the section...and I just started typing this. It's really just a random textwall, so I don't know what you'll get out of it.
So, I hope you enjoy this. (And I'm giving a warning for spoilers, so here's your heads up now.)
Thank you very much ~SparkyFoxCat on DeviantART for letting me use your art as a cover. c:
Lady Palutena quickly puts on her dress accessories and adjusts her golden laurel crown in the mirror. She wants to get to the market in time so she can make make it to the special they are having on hamburger meat. Of course Pit would be ecstatic to hear that he would be enjoying his favorite meal for dinner tonight. And it helped to know that Dark Pit would be keeping Pit company while he stayed back in the large palace, even if the relationship between them was somewhat identified as distant. Though, Lady Palutena reminds herself to to keep her eye on those two. She knows they can be troublesome whether they're even trying to, or not.
"Pit? Dark Pit?" Lady Palutena calls. She fluffs her long, green hair to style it out of her face.
"Yes, Lady Palutena?"
"Hmm."
Pit runs to where Palutena is and stands up straight, awaiting the goddess' orders. Dark Pit however, is sitting on the floor with his black wings wrapped around himself, and he had barely looked up when he heard Lady Palutena's voice.
"I'm gonna do a quick run to the store and grab some things. Do you guys need anything?"
"Oh yeah!" Pit drops his formal composure and flutters his wings happily. "We need donuts, and cake, and ice cream, an- oh! We definitely need cinnamon rolls, and...did I mention donuts?" Pit counts the list on his fingers. "And we also need pizza—"
"We'll be fine." Dark Pit cuts in, standing up and ruffling his feathers out. "I'm pretty sure we can last until dinner."
"Well...alrighty then." Lady Palutena says, grabbing her staff. "I'll try to get back as soon as I can."
Pit's lost puppy expression spreads across his face as his wings lower in defeat.
"...Are you sure you don't need anything from the store?" Lady Palutena asks to give Pit a chance to place his request again, once she sees how distraught he looks.
"Lady Palu—"
"Yes. You better hurry if you don't want to wait in a long line." Dark Pit interrupts a second time.
Dark Pit is right, despite Lady Palutena's attempt to have her friend speak for himself. She wants to say something else, but decides to leave it in the back of her mind for now.
"Okay. See you guys later." Lady Palutena waves her staff in a swift motion and disappears from the marble palace floors in a burst of light. Sparkles float down and swirl around towards the floor.
Pit and Dark Pit are left alone in the middle of the room. The twins shift their eyes towards each other in sync.
Pit feels the corners of his mouth form a bright grin at the dark angel. Dark Pit knits his brows and folds his arms across his chest.
"Tch." Dark Pit huffs and turns the opposite way from Pit as he begins to walk out the room. The angel servant goes after the independent copy.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Pit asks, joining in step with Dark Pit. Dark Pit looks on ahead as if Pit isn't even there.
"Away from you." Dark Pit simply replies like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Aw c'mon. We should...hang out."
Dark Pit stops abruptly and appears almost as if he had been hit brutally in the chest. He turns his head toward Pit.
"Hang out. With you?" The angel of dark says with a pause between each sentence. Pit nods his head as if his clone didn't understand what he just said.
Dark Pit glares at Pit with fiery red irises. Is this what Palutena meant when she said this sort of thing would happen eventually?
"He'll end up wanting to get to know you more."
"There is nothing to know. I'm him as a different personality."
"But you don't know what he could learn from seeing a different version of himself."
"I'm not his teacher. That's your job to teach him."
"Pit is a curious little guy. When he wants to know more about something, he'll ask 20 questions before you even know you're being pressed."
"Then the first thing he can learn is that not all questions can be answered."
"So...do you wanna?" Pit asks, slightly tilting his head.
"...No." Dark Pit continues walking to escape from Pit when he feels an arm wrap around his neck.
"Come on, Pittoo." Dark Pit scowls at that terrible nickname, "We could have lots of fun if you just let yourself."
Dark Pit closes his eyes and sighs.
"Alright, first of all, don't call me that." Dark Pit reminds tensely as he pushes Pit's arm away from him. "Second, don't touch me. We're not friends."
"But I want to be your friend, dude." Pit turns up his palms. "I'm trying here."
"Your efforts are useless. Leave me alone." Dark Pit reaches the entrance to another corridor in the palace.
"But—"
"Goodbyyyeee!" Dark Pit ignores Pit as he quickly powerwalks down the hall. The servant angel stands alone at the spot.
"I'll make him crack..." Pit tells himself, "I'll make him crack wide open like an egg!" The angel pounds his fist into his other hand.
"Oh Pit, that was such a great metaphor! You should write poetry!"
"Why thank you, Lady Palutena."
"Think nothing of it! Handsome guys deserve the best of praise!"
"You really think I'm handsome?"
"Very!"
"Lady Palutena, stop it."
"But you also might be losing it too."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because you're talking to yourself again, silly."
Pit realizes he's doing another play-by-play of his impersonation of Lady Palutena.
"Oh...right. I gotta stop doing that."
"Mmm-hmm."
"...Welp, time to convince Pittoo to hang out with me." Pit says as he enters the corridor his twin went through.
.x.x.X.x.x.
Throughout his travels, Dark Pit had gotten relentlessly pursued by Pit and his asking of the same exact question. It was enough to drive the clone batty. Pit even mysteriously appeared in places that could make anyone puzzled to how he got to those locations in the first place.
In the Practice Range.
"Can we hang out?"
"No, Pit."
In the courtyard.
"Let's hang out, Pittoo."
"I said no!"
In the Light vs. Dark arena.
"Pittoo, please?"
"No, and stop calling me that."
In the garden.
"Wanna hang out?"
"How are you even—"
In the main palace room.
"Pittoo!"
"This is starting to get weird."
In the kitchen.
"Pittoooooo...I'm a ghost in the wallllsss...and I'm here to haunt youuuuu...unless you hang out with Piiitt...wooooo..."
Dark Pit proceeds to blast a shot from a Burst Blade at the cabinet he knows that Pit is hiding in.
"Ouch ouch ouchie!"
In sum, Pit persists in asking Dark Pit to hang out with time and time again.
"Pittoo! Hey, let's hang out! Wanna hang? We can have fun, you big grump! Come on!"
.x.x.X.x.x.
Dark Pit, finally relieved he had successfully gotten away from Pit, pushes open a window smugly. The Power of Flight from Pandora is indeed a great privilege, and probably the only noteworthy thing that Pandora was useful for. The extended time of flight not only has capabilities that Palutena's Flight didn't have, but it also enables Dark Pit to activate it whenever he pleases.
The dark angel backs up as far as he can for his headstart. Presuming he's at a good distance, Dark Pit sprints to the opened window. Wind laps at his face as he gains speed incredibly, and the outside air is just perfect for flying.
This is it. This is really it. He leans forward further with his arms pumping as much as his legs. It's time to fly.
Dark Pit extends his black wings majestically as stray feathers float behind to be forgotten. He can almost taste the mist from the clouds he zips through occasionally. He speeds closer to the ledge to make the ultimate leap of faith happen. Here we go, get ready.
One sandaled foot stomps after the other at high speed. Two steps away from jumping out and flying free. One step away from jumping free. Anchor your right foot and jump with the le—
"SURPRISE!"
"AAAAH!"
Smack!
Dark Pit had been running at the fastest speeds to have the greatest flight experience ever. Little did he know that Pit had the Centurions lift him up at the right moment so that he could startle his twin. But if only Pit had tried to pop up in the window a bit earlier. The velocity and force of Dark Pit's running had caused them to be hurled out the window after colliding.
Now the two are rolling down a hill in a heap.
"Agh! Ouch! Ow! Oof!"
"What—is—wrong—with you?!"
The angels are shown to be getting it handed to them by a mere hill. In a matter of time, gravity has mercy on them and slows them down.
Pit rolls and narrowly misses the tree that's in his rolling path. But Dark Pit isn't so lucky.
He faceplants right into the same tree's trunk and shows no signs of movement, as his body slides face down the base of the tree.
"Urrrgh...what happened?" Pit clutches the side of his head. Then he spots the unconscious angel and gasps. "Oh no, Pittoo!"
Pit scrambles to his doppelganger's side, flips him over, and shakes him by the arms.
"Pittoo, wake up! Are you okay?"
"Ugh..." Each of Dark Pit's eyes are circling in unorganized directions.
"Um...I'll go with you being okay and not okay at the same time."
The disoriented angel's eyelids blink at incorrect timings as he tries to grasp the foggy world he's in.
"Pittoo, uhhh...look! I have floor ice cream. Floor ice cream gives you health." Pit states as he now feeds the dark angel the ice cream that had appeared.
Dark Pit begins to come to his senses and shakes his head. The first thing he notices is Pit holding him up.
"Hey...you alright?"
The dark copy remains mute while he looks at his angel twin.
"Pittoo, say something."
"..."
"Look, I can't tell if you're okay if you're not—"
"Grraaah!"
"AHHHH!"
Dark Pit knocks Pit over and clasps his hands around Pit's neck. Pit's doppelganger shakes him around in a manner similar to that of a middle aged yellow man comically choking his 4th grade yellow son.
"You won't get lost, you little pest!" Dark Pit hisses through gritted teeth. Pit's feathers tickle the dark angel's ears since his wings are flapping around from reflex.
"Ack...can't...breathe..." Pit chokes out as his tongue hangs out his mouth from the shaking. His blue eyes travel upward to the back of his skull.
Irritated enough, Dark Pit wants to constrict Pit's airway until he stops struggling altogether. But he knows he can't do that. The consequences are blatantly obvious.
"Oh, wait. You need to stay alive." Dark Pit thrusts Pit away from him and gets up to dust himself off.
The angel gasps for the beautiful wonder that is called air and bolts upright. "You think?!" he remarks incredulously.
Dark Pit flashes his frenemy a snarky smile. "I'm glad we both understand each other."
The youngling doesn't have anything to say back. It's usually Dark Pit having the last word anyway. But this time, things were different.
Dark Pit had always shut himself out from others and stayed isolated from everyone else. He would only come to the palace to use the hot springs for healing, and then he would be up and out in a flash. Dark Pit never wanted anyone to know what he was doing or how he was feeling; he kept to himself to make things less complicated. But Pit doesn't understand his ways. One thing he knows is that his clone is a complete opposite of him, regardless of the different robes and personality. But what Pit wants to set straight is that if Dark Pit is a copy of him, he should at least be the same in terms of literally being himself. It should've been easy to interact with another him, but it was the most difficult task to execute ever.
"Actually, we don't understand each other." Pit starts off. "We think we do, but we really don't. At all."
Pit's opposite removes his smile and folds his arms. "What are you going on about now?"
"What I don't understand, is why do you push people away from you? What's your deal? You're always running in the opposed direction when someone extends help to you. And when you do need help and you receive that help, not a single thank you is uttered."
Dark Pit looks on at Pit with an emotionless stare.
"You're technically me, but with the dark side showing. That means of course my normal side is inside you somewhere, but you choose to display this one instead." Pit gestures with his hand at Dark Pit. "You can at least try to act differently sometimes. Just because your name is Dark Pit doesn't mean you have to live by that title."
Dark Pit renders this information and turns his head away from Pit.
"It's only a name, Pittoo."
"Don't call me that." The dark angel affirms, but not as annoyed as usual. "What does this have to do with anything, anyway?"
"I just want to get to know you better. And not act like your existence is irrelevant, like you have been doing with me."
Dark Pit looks at the grass to pass the moment as he repeats Pit's words in his mind.
"You matter to me as much as I matter to you."
"Okay, I get it." the twin states, turning his head back toward Pit. "But just because we know each other doesn't mean I have to have a soft spot for only you. We may be the same in structure, but we're not the same in mind."
"But casting that aside, we can still be at peace with each other, right? And I'm asking for that peace by wanting to hang out with you."
Dark Pit doesn't respond back as he doesn't know what to say next.
"...Why don't you just ask Palutena to hang out with you? You're practically at her side all the time."
Pit considered this countless times over the course of being Lady Palutena's servant. But Lady Palutena either wanted to spend her free time doing something else, was swamped with work to do, or endlessly teased Pit into a circle to only have to go back to work. They never really had "quality" hang out time because there was always something to be done. Taking out Underworld forces, training the Centurions, or patrolling and protecting the humans were examples of this.
"She can't hang out with me like that. Besides, you owe me since you went and food blocked me! I coulda been eating cake earlier that was sent by Lady Palutena's powers instead of bothering you all day, but guess what? That didn't happen." Pit reasons. Dark Pit decides that the angel had a point there, but it wasn't an excuse.
"Did you pressure Viridi yet?" Dark Pit asks.
"I'm asking to hang out with you, Pittoo." Pit says, getting up from sitting with crossed legs. "You and only you. I know what everyone else is like except you."
"My name is not Pittoo." Dark Pit stresses, baring his teeth. Pit flinches from the sudden action. "And you don't need to know what I'm like. That's the way it's going to stay." The angel twin stretches out his black wings and flaps them to prepare for flight.
"Wait! Don't run off again." Pit says, stepping forward.
"I'm not sticking around any longer."
"Please..." Pit's eyes transform into wobbly, blue pools of distress and pain. Dark Pit's usual glare isn't seen when he sees his counterpart's state.
"...I'm having none of this."
Pit's wings droop as he looks down at the ground, his messy brown hair covering his eyes.
"Lady...Palutena said I needed to make friends...right after I told her I enjoyed our time together." Pit speaks softly to the blades of grass. "And sometimes the palace feels really hollow when I'm not around her."
Dark Pit observes Pit's selection of words and can instantly detect how crestfallen he is. But he waits for Pit to finish to carefully think of what to say after he's done.
"She may be right about making friends, because she looks after me a lot and devotes her time to making sure I'm okay. But it's not easy to joke around with figures that are gods and goddesses or Centurion warriors. Or people that see you as little, tiny and helpless."
"...Do you consider Palutena your friend?" Dark Pit asks.
"Yes." Pit answers.
"Does she consider you to be her friend?"
The angel falters his speech.
"I...I don't know. I'm not Lady Palutena."
"Pit, look at me." Dark Pit unfolds his arms and studies his twin. A soft breeze blows through Pit's hair and tousles it as he keeps his head down. Dark Pit grabs the angel's shoulders and positions him to look straight into those ruby red irises.
"Pit. You are Palutena's servant. Your relationship with her is strictly limited to serve her and lead her army. That's it. You may see her as a friend, but she may see you as a young angel who follows her every order like she wants. In her perspective, you might not be considered her friend. A known army leader and assistant at the least, but not a personal friend. That's what you need to understand."
"Are you saying she's manipulative of me?"
"No. I'm saying that you shouldn't be so attached to her. She's going to tell you that you need friends and that you need to do this and that whenever, and she's going to look out for what's best for you because she needs you. Have you ever thought about how she might not want you, but she needs you so she lets you stay?" Dark Pit explains.
Now it's Pit's turn to glare at Dark Pit.
"Lady Palutena is nothing like that!" Pit jerks his arms out of Dark Pit's grasp and his wings flare up in fury. "She does want me. She is kind and sweet, and a...bena...bene..." Pit pauses to pronounce the word correctly, "...ben...benevolent goddess of light. I trust her and she trusts me." The ruffled wings calm down and set to their regular position. "But we're not talking about Lady Palutena. I just want to know my clone better."
Dark Pit folds his arms again. Pit takes this as a sign that Dark Pit is going to be uncooperative again.
"All I asked was for you to hang out with me for like, an hour or two!" Pit says, raising his voice and throwing his hands up in the air. The twin raises his eyebrows at Pit's new attitude.
"My my my, someone seems to be fed up." Dark Pit remarks with sincere sarcasm.
"I am fed up. I just want a friend. Or I want you to be my friend or something, I don't know."
Water collects in the young hero's eyes and threatens to spill over.
"I'm going to the hot spring." Pit walks past his angel double and starts making his way up the hill to get back to the palace.
"Pit..." Dark Pit watches the saddened warrior walk ahead of him.
"It's okay, I'll leave you alone now." A tear races down Pit's cheek after he had blinked to clear his blurred vision.
Dark Pit is arrogant. This, he had known well, long before he became more invested with Pit. And that never stopped him from acting the way he was portrayed to be as his name insisted. Having a bad attitude and a sharp tongue made him say things that he usually didn't realize he said, but he didn't care and that was fine for him. But witnessing how Pit was effected by his behavior had made him soon wonder: how long has Pit been dealing with his way of choice? Was Pit always putting up with him just so he could only worry about his position in Skyworld and nothing else? How does Pit function when the world throws the fiercest challenges at him almost everyday of his life?
The dark clone unfolds his arms and evaluates the teenage angel's sulking stride.
"...We can...hang out." Dark Pit says finally.
Pit stops in his tracks and stands straighter, wings following suit.
"You know, like for a little while. Maybe find something to do."
The white robed angel turns his head halfway. Dark Pit notices the fresh tear streaks staining his opposite's face.
"We can do what you want, unless you already have something planned."
Pit fully turns his body around and looks back at the mirror copy, taken aback by his offer. A dose of rejection and refusal from Dark Pit is what he had received all day. There's no way he's legitimately willing to spend time together now.
"...Really?" Pit voices softly. A warm sensation is felt against a cold one, as the new tears he tries to blink back meet with the old ones under his eye.
Dark Pit closes his eyes and slowly nods in approval. That's when he feels a force around him lift him up and small amounts of water soak into his clothes. The dark angel opens his eyes and looks down to see Pit lifting him into the air and hugging him gleefully, a broad smile on his face. Pit's head is positioned below Dark Pit's ribcage for it being that his counterpart was at a higher elevation.
"We're gonna hang out!" Pit declares delightfully as he begins to spin around with the second angel in his arms. "We're gonna hang out, Pittoo! Haha!"
Dark Pit had gleaned that Pit would display an energetic reaction, but he didn't expect to have his arms sandwiching him together so tightly.
"What did I say before? I don't want you touching me and I said not to call me Pittoo!" he scoffs. But Pit doesn't seem to hear him as he continues to hug and spin Dark Pit around.
"Alright, alright. I understand you're overjoyed. You can put me down now." Dark Pit informs after a while.
"What? I can't be happy that you're finally agreeing to let someone explore that shell of yours?" Pit lowers Dark Pit on the ground and takes a step back from him. Dark Pit directs his attention to his wings, ruffles them out, and starts smoothing down the feathers with his hand.
"I'm not saying you can't be." He now examines his black toga. "...You got tears on my outfit."
"Oh...heh heh, sorry." Pit awkwardly laughs and wipes his tears away.
"You're so sensitive." Dark Pit comments.
"I can't help it." The angels breaks into a smile. "You're so...insensitive."
"Fair enough." Dark Pit concludes, nodding.
"'So, let's head back to the palace and find a snack, friend." Pit says, preparing to walk back.
"Eh, we're not on the level of 'friends' yet." Dark Pit states, making air quotes. "We have to get down that road first. I'm only doing this so you can get off my back once and for all."
"Then can we be...acquaintances?" Pit asks.
"Sure." The dark angel waves his hand dismissively.
"Fine with me!" Pit takes the black haired twin by the arm and drags him along. "We're gonna have so much fun!"
"It seems so only because you're saying it." Dark Pit grumbles. Pit is touching him again.
"I know you care, Pittoo~" Pit voices smugly as he looks over his shoulder.
Dark Pit becomes flustered.
"I— well—you don't— just...don't call me that wretched nickname, Pit!" he confusingly sputters out.
Pit turns back to the path ahead, still smirking with confidence. It might not have been simple to see, but it's evident that Dark Pit does indeed care about Pit, whether it was the matter of keeping him around for the sake of Dark Pit's existence, or because when the hero was down, Dark Pit always made sure he was alive. Fighting alongside Pit to defeat the Chaos Kin, dipping him into the Rewind Spring, and impaling a chariot through Hades was a strong reminder that whenever Pit was in danger, Dark Pit was the one to pull through for him.
Even if it meant risking his own life.
There will be a second, final chapter of what they do at the palace, but that will come later. Thanks for reading this huge block of words, lol.
