Long but important author note coming up front. To anyone reading this story, thank you! I appreciate it very much. I started writing this story because a friend bet me to. They wanted me make them love this shipping. They also wanted smut. So I began writing this story with the intention of it being a short dirty story I could wash my hands of quickly and get back to my main story. However as I began writing chapter 3 I had a change of heart. I couldn't do it. I needed emotion. I not only want to make my friend like this shipping, I want anyone who reads this to get behind it. In order to do that I actually have to write a story that makes you believe that Black Pit and Little Mac should be together. In order to do that I have to change my game plan. This was originally supposed to last about 4 chapters. Now I'm thinking around 15ish should get the job done. This also means I must redo this story. I have given chapter 1 a new ending, chapter 2 will be taken down for new content and the whole story will have a different pace. Much less rushed. I also will give my story an actual summary. No more jokes. The name stays though. Because I can't think of a better one. ;)
Anyho, until I get this project done I will keep my other project on hiatus. To anyone following me as an author don't worry, I will get back to it! I can't leave my works unfinished. Also on a completely different note I finally figured out what betas were. Only took me like a year to figure that out. :p Thank you all for reading! Please enjoy and review "Fifty Shades of Black Pit"
The air tasted like salt. The sky overhead looked to be in a bad mood. Swirling grays and thunderous claps made it impossible to fly, even for five minutes. Black Pit pressed his cheek against the frosty window. It would leave a mark, definitely. He might even have to hear it from those pesky Toads that cleaned the house. Or maybe they wouldn't know, no one had seen him, he was all alone in this living room, wishing he could just go on his usual morning fly. The sun hadn't even peeked over the clouds.
Black Pit let out a hefty sigh. Looks like flying would have to wait for tomorrow. His pupils dilated as another bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, the thunder after it blocked out the sound of a nearby door opening. Black Pit didn't bother moving his head to see the person leaving the kitchen. He knew who it was. They awoke around the same time for the same reasons: To get some exercise and fresh air. He removed his cheek from the window, yeah, it left a mark. Little Mac would be his only witness. Black Pit heard his distinct humming before a greeting came from his mouth.
"Mornin' Black Pit," Little Mac said, his hoodie pulled over his head partially covering his eyes.
Black Pit turned around and crossed his legs, a habit he had picked up from Palutena, though he would never admit it.
"Good morning, Mac," he jerked his chin in the direction of the front door. "Enjoy your run." There, he could be polite. He didn't know what people meant with him being "Horrendously rude" as Peach once put it. Maybe he was a little too brash, and a little too harsh, but hey! He wasn't Pit, so people shouldn't expect him to act like him.
Little Mac tilted his head, fiddling with his drawstrings. Something was off. Black Pit was often just coming in as he was going out. His hair windblown, his cheeks ruddy from the brisk air, but here he sat, dejected. His dark wings folded together, his arms crossed. Little Mac was aching to get out and hit the pavement, see the sunrise as he ran through the park. But...seeing Black Pit alone like that nudged a part of his heart. Maybe because he looked like a kid. His noodle legs dangling, his head lolled to the side. He looked like a bored kid.
Without a word Little Mac walked past Black Pit towards the hall closet where the residents of the Smash household kept their shoes. Opening it he located two pairs of shoes: His own sneakers and a pair of wide-toed ones. Black Pit jumped when the latter pair were thrown in his lap.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, annoyance almost infecting his tone. Mac sat down near him on the couch, causing it to sink with his weight.
"We're goin' jogging. Put on your shoes," Mac commanded lacing his own up. Black Pit gave him a sullen look.
"These are Pit's..."
Mac raised a hidden eyebrow. "Does it matter? You guys wear the same shoe size."
Black Pit huffed. "It. Matters." Black Pit held the shoes by their laces away from his body. His shoes were more stylish than this. Unlike Pit he had gotten black sneakers with golden lightning bolts flashing across them. Pit's were plain white, easily dirtied by mud and grime when the household went on monthly marathons. So lost in thought was Black Pit he hadn't even realized Mac had gotten up to retrieve his sneakers until they were thrust into his free hand. Black Pit looked up at the boxer. Mac smirked.
"Let's see if you run as fast as you fly."
Little Mac wished he had an umbrella. Or maybe he should have put on a raincoat, like Black Pit did. Wait, how did that work? Little Mac studied the angel as he bounced in time with the rhythm of his run. The bright yellow raincoat had two strategically cut triangles that allowed his wings to fit through. Mac was pretty sure that Palutena had cut those holes for him. He was sure raincoats weren't needed in Angel Land. Black Pit noticed his stare.
"What?" He asked suddenly feeling self-conscious. He slowed his run to a walk. Little Mac kept going before he realized Black Pit was talking to him. He skidded to a halt, mud smearing his shoes. "Huh? Whatcha say?"
With Mac stopped right in front of him, he lost whatever thought process he had been spinning. The fact that he was focusing on him harder now silently made the young angel think asking was stupid. "Nothing."
Mac raised an eyebrow. Black Pit furrowed his.
"I mean, you were staring."
"Was I?" Mac asked. Black Pit's nerves flared. Without another word he pushed past him into a run. "Whatever, if you can't remember I don't care."
Water slid off Black Pit's wings like a duck's feathers. Sunlight broke through the clouds causing a flock of Swablu to take flight. The peering sun reflected off of Black Pit's wings, a deep rainbow of blues and purples shined off of them. Mac stopped in his tracks.
"I remember now!" He suddenly cried causing Black Pit to stop promptly, tripping in the process. Little Mac made no attempt to save the angel as he tumbled into the mud. His raincoat flew up over his back half way covering his fluttering wings. Mac weakly smothered his laughter watching Black Pit struggle out of the mud, slipping and sliding.
"Fuck..." Black Pit grumbled getting up. He turned his head glaring in the direction of Little Mac. He made a dramatic movement of wiping the mud off his front and stomping away. Mac got himself under control just as Black Pit took flight.
"Hey! Wait!" Little Mac shouted running over to catch Black Pit before he became completely airborne. Black Pit let out a disagreeable noise, raising himself higher in the air. "The sky is clearing up, I'm going for my fly," he said to his teammate below.
"You're gonna quit halfway?" Mac said, recalling how Doc Louis would tell him that if he got winded on his runs long ago. Black Pit threw him another glance. He looked as if he was deciding on something. Little Mac waited patiently to see if he'd come back down.
He didn't. He opted for another route. Flapping his wings quickly outward he rushed at Little Mac and gave him a violent albeit childish shove.
Little Mac landed into the mud with a cartoon-ish splat.
"You little..." Mac growled under his breath. Black Pit flashed him a mean-spirted smile, rising higher into the air. His lips moved forming words unheard by Little Mac as the winds swallowed them up.
Black Pit climbed the stairs towards his room. He lived on the third floor, like every other single male housemate. The fourth floor belonged to the females. Curfew for both fell at ten. Neither were allowed to visit the opposite floor after this time. Not as if this rule stopped anyone. Mario who listened fervently to Master Hand's rules had even been seen sneaking upstairs to visit the Toadstool Princess late as night. The rule was fine by Black Pit, he didn't have a lover.
Shoving open his door, (Fourth one on the right) he was greeted to the sight of his brother lounged on his bed. Yes, his bed. Even if they shared a room he did own a bed. Right on the left. His bed. The fact that Pit would disregarded that...
"Heya, Blapi~" Pit sang looking up from his magazine. He was upside down with his head hanging off the bottom of the mattress. Black Pit walked up to him and bent down, grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking him off. This ignited an all out brawl of shoving and pinching, something only understood among brothers. Names were thrown like fists and it took Palutena suddenly opening the door unannounced for them to stop. Palutena stifled her giggles looking at the two angels each with a different grip on the other. It reminded her of how at one point she had told Pit to destroy Black Pit. To wipe his existence clean from this earth. Thinking back on it now she was glad her order had never been carried out. Seeing Pit interact with what she could only now call a brother brought a warmth she hadn't felt in years to her heart.
"Lady Palutena?" Pit brought her out of her reverie.
"Hmmm? Yes? Oh yes. You two stop fighting. Link's complaining that he can hear you in the game room."
Both boys let out disappointed sighs but untangled themselves from each other. With a small nod Palutena was about to make her way out when she noticed something.
"Black Pit, is that mud on your face?" She wrinkled her nose.
Black Pit touched his face even though he knew the answer. The texture of dried mud scratched his fingers. "Yup."
"Take a bath, will you," Palutena said, her tone motheringly bossy. With that tone Black Pit understood it was a command. Not a request. Pit gave him an infuriating smile just as Palutena closed the door. The minute she was gone Black Pit collapsed on his bed and grabbed the magazine Pit had been reading. Something about sports.
Pit stared at him for a few moments before losing patience and blurting out: "Why aren't you taking a bath?" Black Pit gave him a look of indignation.
"Just because she's your goddess, doesn't mean she's mine."
Pit tilted his head. "You don't wanna get clean? Huh? We can bathe together!"
"I thought you didn't want people to see your butt."
Pit turned bright pink before clearing his throat and regaining his composure. "Our butts are the same, so I don't care. Not many people are in the washroom right now, so it'll be quiet. If you wear a towel around your waist you don't have to be so shy. Not that it matters...Since a lot of people have seen me naked and our bodies are the same."
Black Pit's ears burned. Couldn't he have anything to himself?! The thought that if everybody had seen Pit's naked ass they had seen his, mortified him. He looked at Pit's eager face before saying; "You go on, I'll meet you there."
He wouldn't.
But at least that made Pit leave with the excitement of skinship and soaking. He promised to save Black Pit a spot and towel before running out of the room. Black Pit gave a half-hearted wave before going back to his article on steroids.
Water dripped into a small puddle on the green-tiled floor. The whole area was filled with them, all going into designated areas formed by the years of water trails. Black Pit avoided the puddles watching his feet, yanking the towel around his waist he walked into the main bathing area. Only a few people were washing up this early in the afternoon. Yoshi and Kirby were lounging in the large bath, their eyes closed enjoying the steam. The only other person in the area was Ike vigorously scrubbing his hair on a stool. Black Pit was relieved to see Pit had finished and walked over to the showering stalls.
The washroom's layout allowed for a large bathing area, one in which most of the male household (For this was the male's side) could bathe at once. Of course cleaning off was necessary first. For most of the household that meant going over to the stools and facets. Buckets neatly lined up with the facets, a bar of soap above on a small platform. But Black Pit wasn't interested in that. He preferred what was on the other side of the room. To the far left laid military like showers. Where one could clean quickly and briskly without all the chatter that comes with communal bathing.
Stepping into the stalls Black Pit closed the shower curtain. The Toads had installed these after a few members complained about being out in the open. Master Hand wondered where that level of bitching had come from considering that when they cleaned themselves at the stools, they didn't give a heck. Nonetheless he ordered Toad and Waddle Dee servants to put up flimsy baby blue curtains, a color non-offensive to most.
As the water warmed his body Black Pit closed his eyes and focused on scrubbing the dirt off himself. The jog hadn't gone particularly well, his fly wasn't much better. Still upset over the earlier situation with Mac the five minute rule slipped his mind. He remembered when he didn't have to worry about such things! Man did he miss infinite flight! He had ended up plummeting into the a flowerbed tended by ornery bees. Black Pit winced as he ran his fingers over the sting marks and fresh cuts.
He ran his fingers through his dark hair. Without the wreathed laurel it lost its shape, slicking down just past his ears. Black Pit unhooked the shower head and the ran the water over his body once more before turning it off and stepping out.
"Hey," a deep voice greeted him as soon as he stepped out. Black Pit startled before turning around.
"Hey, Mac," Black Pit kept his face neutral though he was surprised to see him.
Mac leaned against the slippery wall. "Didja just get back from your fly?"
Black Pit pulled his towel up a little hoping it wouldn't slip too low on his waist. Mac also was sporting a white towel, though Black Pit knew it was just because he'd just showered. Otherwise he would have been free like the rest of the bath residents. This sort of relieved Black Pit. Looking over the boxer's body the angel felt a small sense of envy. Master Hand made it a point to tell the smashers that staying at their peak physical condition was essential. He also made them promise not to undergo any drastic change in physical appearance during the tournament unless for work on other projects. This allowed Link to grow his hair out into a sandy ponytail that Zelda supposedly despised. Mac's body however wasn't just because of his contract. It was a dedication that Black Pit and the rest of the household had seen everyday. From the runs, to the push ups, every single part of him was something to look at.
Black Pit realized he hadn't answered. "No. It just took me a second to haul ass here."
Little Mac tilted his head towards the bath. Kirby was floating in the water, snoring. "You taking a soak?"
Black Pit shook his head. "Naw, I'm gonna get out of here... you?" He felt the need to be polite. A sense of guilt was worming it's way up his throat for his behavior earlier. Maybe he should...
"No. I'm gonna go eat after this, wanna join me?" The invitation fell from Mac's lips so easily that it shocked the angel.
"Um," Black Pit absentmindedly pushed a lock of hair out of his face. Little Mac thought it strange how cute and small he looked without his wild hairstyle. Cute was a word he reserved for Pit, not his doppelganger.
"Um, yeah sure, why not?" how bad could lunch with Little Mac be?
"Okay, how about a restaurant? The Kooplings are cooking lunch and I don't want to be in the dining room with that, do you?" Little Mac and Black Pit walked into the main room where cubbies holding extra towels and clothing were. Mac dropped his towel and Black Pit averted his eyes. He really didn't want to know if Mac's dick was as impressive as the rest of his body.
Putting on his body suit Black Pit let his guilt win out. Being in this household made him soft. He was sure of it.
"Hey Mac, about earlier," Black Pit started, "I'm sorry about just flying off like that. And yeah..." Black Pit trailed off and looked out the corner of his eye towards the boxer. Mac cracked his neck.
"No problem, I shouldn't have laughed."
Oh yeah, he had laughed. But before that...
"What were you trying to tell me before, Mac?" Black Pit clasped his chiton on.
Little Mac searched his mind for the answer. It wasn't that important if he couldn't remember, but Black Pit was looking at him expectantly, wings twitching, folding and unfolding themselves in impatience. The sight jogged Mac's memory.
"I wanted to ask you if Palutena had cut those holes in your raincoat?"
Black Pit shook his head. "No, I did that myself. Was easy with a pair of scissors and measuring tape. I tailor all my clothing so my wings can fit through."
Mac rubbed the back of his head. "Eh? Really? Here I thought Palutena just fixed up your clothes. You do Pit's too?"
Black Pit scowled. "No? Why the hell would I do that? His precious goddess Palutena~" his voice went up in a perfect intimation of Pit's voice on the last word, "Does it all for him. Funny considering he sews better than her. I sew better than him though." Black Pit smirked with a sense of pride.
"Wish I could sew," Little Mac murmured mostly to himself, "Then I could sew my freaking socks every time they got holes in them."
"That happen a lot?"
"Yup. I do go runnin' everyday. Can't avoid it. Y'know?"
Black Pit looked down before saying, "If you give me your socks, I'll patch them up. Only this once, understand?" Black Pit couldn't meet his eyes, he was embarrassed with himself for even offering. However if he did this the guilt would vanish and he'd feel free. Plus it would only take an hour at the most.
But Little Mac surprised him with his answer. "Nah, I rather you just come joggin' with me in the mornin'. I could use a partner."
A weird feeling bubbled in Black Pit's stomach. It was the same feeling when Lucina had reached out to him about his problems. The same feeling when Pit and he had first picked up a game controller and played Smash. A feeling of camaraderie. A feeling he tried to tell himself he didn't need.
But...
"I thought Wii Fit was your jogging partner." Black Pit started fiddling with his hair trying to get his wreathed laurel on.
"Not really. She's tends to do yoga."
"Samus?" Black Pit finished putting his headpiece on and wanted to hurry out of the steamy room. The humidity had gotten uncomfortable.
"Once a week. She doesn't like gettin' up that early if you'd believe that," Little Mac laughed a little. Samus was at her worst when woken early.
"Well, I..." Black Pit couldn't think of anyone else. He could see Pit happily participating for a week or so before getting tired and wanting to sleep in. He could just say "no" that would cut this conversation short.
But...
"C'mon, you tryin' that hard to avoid my invite?" a cocky smile painted itself on Little Mac's face. Black Pit glared in defiance but couldn't find an actual good reason for not accepting the invitation.
"I go on flights around that time." There! He had found a good reason.
Mac snorted. "You can still do that. You're done with your flight by the time I'm ready."
But...
"Why are you pushing so hard, I'm not that freaking interesting in the first place!" Black Pit blurted almost angrily.
"Can't a guy just be friendly?" Mac said bluntly. Black Pit's heart twisted "Friends" a word better suited for Pit. When people got to know him they were always surprised, then later disappointed he wasn't more like Pit. Only the goddess of Nature had actually appreciated him. And well Pit himself.
"Fine," Black Pit said in a voice so low Mac barely heard. "I guess running will help me get into better shape anyway. I might go up in the tier list."
Mac smiled. "You wanna know how you really get into shape? Chase after a bike." He opened the door for Black Pit and both went out. "You wanna go to that place near the park or...?"
Black Pit shook his head. "No, I went there with Pit two days ago. Let's go by that cafe, the one ran by those mages. I hear they put magic into their food that gives you beneficial properties."
"Or make you throw up..." Little Mac mumbled.
"I know what I'm talking about," Black Pit said bumping his shoulder into Mac. "Don't you forget your wallet. We're going Dutch."
"And here I was gonna to pay like a gentleman," Mac said sarcastically.
And Mac did. Because Black Pit had forgotten his wallet, to the humor of both.
"I'm hungry," Black Pit ran in time with Mac. It had been a week since Little Mac invited Black Pit to be his jogging partner, Every morning he would be greeted early. The angel would be lounging on the couch, arms crossed as if he had somewhere better to be. For the first few days Little Mac purposely ran faster than usual. Watching Black Pit pant behind him was a cruel pleasure. After the third day Black Pit finally became fed up and sprinted after him, tackling him to the ground. Both found it kind of funny. Afterwards Little Mac ran at his normal pace.
"Coffee shop next block," Little Mac suggested.
"Good. Walk alongside me." Black Pit slowed his run and looked at Mac impatiently. Little Mac complied and walked at an even pace with him.
"So freaking, bossy..." Little Mac whispered.
"What was that? If you have something you need to say let it out."
"Their cake is really good."
Black Pit opened his mouth to make a remark about how Mac practically thought every cake was good when a young girl called from the street.
"Excuse me! You! Yes, you, Black Pit, please!" The lass waved to the duo. Black Pit gave Little Mac a skeptical glance before bouncing off to the girl.
Little Mac watched their exchange with interest. Black Pit kept looking back at him while the girl was talking. She then handed him a piece of paper and pen. He signed it hurriedly and retreated. The lass squealed a goodbye.
"What was that about?" Black Pit and Little Mac started their walk again. Black Pit smirked.
"She's a big fan. She was talking about how I'm her favorite character to play as. Then she asked for my autograph!"
Little Mac smiled. "You sound happy." Black Pit shrugged. "It doesn't change my day..." The lie was so obvious Mac didn't bother pointing it out.
Turning the corner the two made their way to the coffee shop. They located seats and ordered. In ten minutes their food arrived.
"People don't ask for your autograph much?" Little Mac placed a forkful of cake in his mouth.
Black Pit removed a piece a lox from his sandwich and twirled it around. "Yeah. It's always some young girl when they do."
"Wow, what a shock," Little Mac said sarcastically.
"Men or women? Who asks for your autograph more?"
Little Mac smirked. "Both. Women more so. But when you look like me, what else could you expect?"
Black Pit scoffed. "Please, men are more into your body than women. You're just their type~" Little Mac grimaced. He wouldn't let Black Pit get in the last word.
"You know why girls like you right? It's because of how sweet you and your brother look together~" Little Mac took satisfaction in watching Black Pit almost choke.
"Geez! I can't stand girls who drool over crap like that. It's creepy. Have you ever googled yourself?"
Little Mac nodded at the horrible memory. "Yes."
"It's awful!" Little Mac and Black Pit said in unison. Immediately Black Pit shoved piece of bagel in his mouth. Cream cheese smeared on his cheek.
"At least we don't have it as bad like some of the other Smashers."
Little Mac let out a snicker and handed Black Pit a napkin. "Cream cheese on your face." Black Pit turned pink and snatched the napkin from him wiping his cheek vigorously.
"Geez! Tell me sooner!"
"I did!" Little Mac had to control his laughter. "You must really be enjoying that bagel."
"Whatever. I've had better shit at home."
"Who are you kidding? Samus is cooking dinner. I won't be able to swallow anything tonight."
"What's wrong with her food?"
"She puts too much salt!"
"I like salty and spicy food. Your sweet tooth is too big to appreciate other flavors. I bet that cake isn't even good." Black Pit carefully laid a piece of lox on his tongue in a showy manner. Little Mac wondered if he was trying to make a point.
"The food I make is much better," Black Pit said smugly. Little Mac raised an eyebrow.
"You cook?"
Black Pit scoffed. "I don't have a choice." Black Pit was right. Cooking was a chore that all Smash members had to participate in at least once a year. This was only for dinner luckily. However any of the members were allowed to cook for their teammates at any time if the desire over took them. Which rarely happened...
"You remember last week's dinner? That was me," Black Pit said proudly. Little Mac looked at him doubtfully. "That was you? Cake and all?" Black Pit nodded.
"The cake was easiest. Pit can cook too. However I, of course, am more skilled." Little Mac leaned back in his chair and held out his arms.
"Why am I buying cake when you could be making it for me?!"
Black Pit snorted.
"I'm not your maid."
Little Mac leaned over the table to look in Black Pit's eyes. Black Pit felt excitement from the sense of challenge sparkling in them.
"A race back to the house says you are."
"You're a faster runner than me. Why would I go into a losing fight?"
"What if you fly?"
Black Pit's eyes took on an accepting gleam. "I like the sound of that." Before Little Mac could even move Black Pit had taken off, leaving Mac with the bill again. Little Mac paid swiftly before chasing after him, running faster than he had all week.
Later that day Pit asked what his brother was doing mixing cake batter. The latter grumbled for him to keep his nose out of it, but still gave him the chocolate-covered spoon.
"You've gotten a lot faster," Little Mac said to Black Pit, putting his shoes into the hall closest. Black Pit placed his shoes alongside Mac's and looked at him askance.
"Don't make me laugh. My speed hasn't improved at all," Black Pit made his way to the kitchen, Little Mac chuckling quietly following behind him,watching Black Pit's wings bob in time with his bouncy walk. In the kitchen both boys greeted a sleepy Pikachu chewing on a piece of fruit leather. Little Mac grabbed a banana from a nearby fruit bowl and sat near Pikachu. Black Pit headed towards the fridge and grabbed a half-full jug of milk before sitting next to the two, taking a long swig from the jug.
"Pi-pikachu!" Pikachu exclaimed displeased at Black Pit's action.
"Geez! I'm gonna finish it!" Black Pit said, taking another large drink from the jug.
"You don't always drink from the jug, do you?" Little Mac asked. He really hoped he hadn't been drinking behind Black Pit for the last year. Black Pit slammed the milk on the table.
"No," he said somewhat offended. "Only if there's a little and getting a cup would be a waste." Black Pit drained the rest of the jug and got up. Little Mac stared at his fluttering wings for a moment before turning back to his snack. Pikachu jumped in his lap and rubbed his head under Mac's chin.
"Pi~" Little Mac petted his head causing Pikachu to utter more content squeaks. Black Pit scoffed.
"You're so easy," Black Pit said gathering ingredients, it looked as if he was making a sandwich. Little Mac scratched behind Pikachu's ears.
"What?"
Black Pit, chopping tomatoes, continued. "All Pikachu has to do is jump in your lap and you give him all your attention. Easy." Little Mac worked his jaw, watching the young boy spread honey mustard on his bread.
"Hey, Blapi?"
"Don't call me that."
"Easy~" Black Pit shot Mac a dirty look before going back to his task. Little Mac broke off a piece of his banana and gave it to Pikachu. Pikachu took the piece and greedily popped it in his mouth. Little Mac broke off another and gave it to him. Then another, and another. He then just gave the rest of his banana to Pikachu. The Electric mouse thanked him with a content "Pi~"
"Hey, Black Pit?"
Black Pit stopped momentarily. "What?"
"Make me a sandwich."
"Fuck off."
Little Mac let out a low chuckle causing Black Pit to roll his eyes. Unusually downtrodden footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs.
"Good morning," Pit murmured surveying the three. Little Mac and Pikachu greeted him audibly while his brother waved his knife as a hello. Pit sunk into the chair next to Mac. Both Mac and Pikachu watched him intently, the young boy's blue aura swirling around him. Eventually he opened his mouth to say:
"I have a fight with Fox today!" He practically wailed. Pikachu jumped a little while Little Mac nodded sympathetically. With a snort Black Pit sat down to eat near his brother.
"Have fun getting up-smashed," Black Pit said before biting into his sandwich. Pit let out another wail and laid his head into his folded arms. Pikachu hopped off Little Mac to rub his cheek against Pit's.
"I'm never going to win against Fox..." Pit sighed. Little Mac understood where he was coming from. The original twelve were the most skilled fighters even as the game evolved and rules were changed. The veterans tried to subdue doubt by announcing they too had to adjust every tournament, relearning the game. This did nothing to calm the younger generation's fears.
Pikachu smiled inwardly to himself, it was nice to be feared.
"Good morning!" Fox McCloud marched towards them. His uniform spotless, his boots perfectly polished, he gave everyone a good-natured smile before noticing Pit's loss of color.
"Everything alright, Pit?" Fox asked, a small smile resting on his face. Pit answered with a tortured grumble. Little Mac patted his back roughly, Black Pit swallowed.
"He's afraid of the ass-kicking you're going to hand him later," Black Pit said. Pit raised his head and glared at him. Black Pit shrugged and went back to his sandwich. Fox gave Pit a non-sympathetic smile, patting him briskly on the back. "Good luck to you, Pit," Fox nodded and before marching away. Pikachu hopped off the table to walk alongside him. Chattering to his old friend, the rookies would have been interested to know what he was speaking of.
"Blapi, fight for me..." Pit mumbled into his arms.
"No," I'm off today. I have five other fights this week so I'm going to enjoy it," Black Pit said. Little Mac didn't even try to hide his snort.
"Only five?" Little Mac leaned in his chair, watching the darker angel's eyebrows furrow, a look of annoyance slowly settling on his face. He smiled before saying: "I have seven." Black Pit looked carefully at Mac. "Seven? Master Hand gave you seven fights this week?"
"Yup. Suppose he thought I could handle it."
"Or he thought you needed to make up for last week when you were sick," Black Pit licked mustard from his forefinger satisfied at Little Mac's grimace.
"I barely had a cough."
"You couldn't even come running."
"Aww, you missed me?"
Black Pit gave Little Mac a look he couldn't read, something between annoyance and humor. Pit let out a loud sigh and lifted his head. "Geez! There's no point in this conversation! What we should really be talking about is how I'm going to save my ass!"
"Just try not to get three stocked," Little Mac advised. Black Pit rolled his eyes. "I'm going to enjoy watching you squirm, Pit."
"You're such a jerk, Blapi! After all the things of done for you!" Pit exclaimed, looking at his brother, Black Pit was surprised to see them filled with hurt and said nothing, turning back to his lunch. "The least you could do is fight for me..." Pit mumbled.
"It would be kind of hard for him to cover for you, he'd need a wig, Pit," Little Mac said.
Pit propped his head up on his fist. "He could just dye his hair. It would work just as well."
"And his wings, he'd need to dye his wings."
Black Pit stopped eating and listened to his company in irritation as they pointed things out about his appearances and what he could change to look more like Pit. Little Mac caught his frown.
"Oh, and he'd need to smile more. Look like he's actually enjoying himself." Black Pit's ears turned warm as Pit's laughter filled them. His stomach twisted in a way he was unused to. He shoved his plate across the polished wood towards Pit. Pit looked at the half-eaten sandwich in interest as Black Pit stood promptly up.
"I'm out of here. Bye." Black Pit took not another look at the table as he hurried out of the room. Making his getaway he almost collided with a half-awake Yoshi who squeaked in indignation.
Little Mac stared after him. "Did I say something wrong?" he mumbled mostly to himself.
Pit answered with his mouth full. "I don't know, he gets mad at so many things," A swallow, "you could go ask, I don't know." Little Mac contemplated this as the sounds of people coming into the kitchen, greeting one another and rummaging for food, transformed the kitchen atmosphere into it's usual homey self.
Three Pikmin ran around an abnormally large flower humming a childhood tune forgotten by conscious memory. Combees flitted from flower to flower, their wings fluttering causing a lazy hum to perforate the hazy air. Black Pit watched a few Pikmin water the house's glorious gardens, covering each other with dirt and giggling in a way only Pikmin could. Ah...Black Pit stared into the cornflower blue sky, puffy clouds dancing alongside the sun, but never blocking it. The air smelled sweet. It was a nice day.
Black Pit let out a low sigh and closed his eyes, letting the sun warm his face. He exhaled hoping the anger would flow out with his used breath. It had stung. For reasons Black Pit didn't care to admit. How unoriginal he had thought, sneering stamping through the halls, looking for a calming area, something to soothe his hurt feelings. If Pit had made the joke he could have just started a fight knowing Pit would engage as well. Then Black Pit would show them, look! Look Pit is just as angry, just as belligerent as him! But the illusion would fade as they were pulled apart, Black Pit would be named the aggressor and it would start over. He never smiled? Well who the hell said he had to?! Did that make him more unlikable? He still could fight and he had a brain. He chewed at his inner cheek. How dare Mac give him that look, that look like they were old friends joking around. Whatever.
Black Pit felt his phone rumble, slipping it out of his pocket Black Pit slid his finger across the screen to reveal his messages. He was thankful for Samus teaching him how to use a cell phone. He read the the text across the screen.
Nachure. Work. The usual mission. Black Pit tapped his finger on the screen, pondering. Said mission wasn't urgent. He could get it done right at this moment, or tomorrow.
"Hey," someone greeted him from his side. Black Pit slid his phone back into his pocket, not bothering to focus his vision on the new arrival.
"Hey, Mac." he muttered.
"Hey," Mac repeated sitting down near Black Pit taking up more room then necessary. Black Pit found himself putting his legs together to take up less space then stopped, scolding himself for being compliant. The two sat in silence for a few moments, watching a purple Pikmin pluck a flower and wave it around like a flag.
"How did you find me?" Black Pit finally mumbled.
Little Mac rubbed the back of his neck. "I just guessed...Or I bumped into Olimar walking around the hallways and asked if he had seen you and he may have told me you were heading to the garden." Black Pit flickered his gaze towards him.
"So what? What do you want?"
Little Mac stared at his sneaker with little interest, taking in Black Pit's question. A Combee flew by, returning to its queen.
"Me and Pit are gonna play Mario Kart."
Black Pit nodded curtly. "Great. Have fun."
Little Mac turned to him and stared. The angel kept darting glances at him, waiting for his companion to speak. The warmth of the day caused an uncomfortable sensation under Black Pit's collar. He wondered why it hadn't bother him earlier while he was running?
"Why are you always like this, Black Pit?" Little Mac exclaimed in annoyance. Black Pit whipped his head quickly to face him, red eyes searching.
"Why does it matter to you?! Just go have fun with Pit!" Black Pit focused his attention back onto the horizon. Little Mac sighed.
"I came to ask if you'd play with us."
Black Pit scoffed. "If you're so desperate for a 4th player ask Kirby or something."
Little Mac let out a frustrated sound."We're not desperate for a 4th player. Is saying "yes" that hard?!"
Black Pit pulled at his collar, the sun was beating down harder, even the clouds moved away from it, far from its fury. "Look, I don't have to-"
"Just say 'yes' so I can kick your ass already," Little Mac cut off. That caused Black Pit to turn his glare back to him. Mac watched his eyes flash a brighter red. "What?" His voice dropped to a whisper, a slight edge hanging off it. Little Mac smiled.
"I said...Just say 'yes' so I can kick your butt already," Little Mac watched Black Pit's eyes take on a competitive shine, searching his face. Black Pit was having an emotional dilemma. He could stay angry at Little Mac, that was the easiest option.
Or...
"You think you can kick my ass?" Black Pit continued still whispering, "You think those sausages you call fingers can do anything?" To the angel's surprise Mac's smile widened. The last sense of anger loosened from Black Pit's chest and melted away.
"We won't know unless you play, huh?" Little Mac said, a cocksure smile on his face. "So, you coming?"
"Uh..." Black Pit searched his mind for a way to accept the invitation coolly. A familiar rumble came from his pocket, breaking his train of thought. Removing his phone he read the new message. He furrowed his brow, Nachure wished for his presence swiftly.
"Damn Nachure..." He muttered to himself all but forgetting Mac's presence until the young man spoke.
"Work, huh?" Black Pit looked away from his phone long enough to watch Little Mac stand. "Then I'm sorry I bothered you. I'll get outta your hair."
"No wait!" Black Pit clutched his phone a little harder, his voice coming out higher than intended. "It's not work..." Black Pit racked his brain before saying slowly and meticulously: "She texted me because she wants Link's autograph."
Little Mac looked at Black Pit for a small stretch of silence before bursting into hardy laugh. "Link's autograph?! She's been asking for that for awhile now, huh?"
Black Pit allowed himself a small laugh. "Yeah, maybe I should just get it for her." He didn't need to tell Mac that he had already given Nature Link's autograph along with several other housemates.
Little Mac snorted the last of his laughter. "Maybe. Might get somethin' special in return." Mac pushed his thumbs inside his pockets and leaned back and forth on the soles of his feet. He raised an eyebrow at Black Pit, his stare expectant. Black Pit looked dumbly at him briefly before catching on.
"Ugh, yeah I'll be there. Give me a sec," Little Mac nodded his usual grin poking through and headed back to the house. Black Pit watched him disappear before taking a deep breath. The air smelled like flowers and freshly laundered clothes. Ah, someone must be hanging out their garments out to dry. Zelda or Marth came to mind. Black Pit looked back at his phone chewing at the smallest corner of his lip. Quickly but carefully he typed out his response.
"Cannot arrive at this moment. Must first intend to other important business."
Holding down the top button Black Pit watched with a strange sense of satisfaction the screen go dark. Giving one last glance at the blissful Pikmin he walked to the house, his steps unusually light.
