Pit wasn't usually one to be jealous of somebody else.
He was jealous of birds for their flight, their flight that he could not have. The jealously that sparks in his chest, like the poison-bite of the snake, fades just as quick as it comes and he covers it with a smile. A smile that everyone knows so well.
Yet this was different. He was jealous of him. Of Dark Pit, of his counterpart. Ever since discovering that the Underworld monsters, the monsters he used to fight without second thoughts, were made of souls of humans, he found it hard. Hard to move his fingers, his hands and deliver the blows to his enemies because these were souls of people transmuted into monsters.
He struggled and his mind would scream at him, his heart clenching in bitter disgust at what he was told to do. "We can do nothing about it," Palutena would tell him, "At least when you strike them down, their misery will end and they will find peace."
Even she cannot convince him, because Pit firmly believes that he's more a monster than any other he's fought before.
He doesn't like it. Pit doesn't like how Dark Pit effortlessly cuts down the monsters with such ease, such simplicity that he wish he could obtain back. It's all a flash of teal feathers, a screech and then the whistle of wind that Dark Pit completes the slaughter. It's all too fluid, all too fast how he moves, with great speed, dexterity and no hesitation in his movements. Just clean cuts of his weapon and he's done.
"It's nothing to me." He says, and Pit feels as though Dark Pit has no heart.
And he hates, hates and hates him, feels the rage blooming in his chest like some wicked flower.
When Dark Pit looks at Pit, sees those blue-jay eyes of his exploding with wrath, he laughs and Pit could not help be confused and feel that anger come back to him once more.
He demands an answer, and Dark Pit looks sardonically at him, with that cocky smirky playing on his lips and he restrains the need to lunge at him.
Dark Pit stares at him with those vermilion eyes, the shadows reflected in them dancing like fire. "How can you expect to save others if you cannot even strike down your enemies?"
And he leaves then with those words for Pit to ponder.
The thing that scares him most is that he's right.
A/N: I'm going to start a series of small ficlets based on just Kid Icarus, focusing a lot on the characters and exploring in-depth about them since there isn't enough of those fics, aha. I'm willing to accept prompts, if anyone reads this, via my tumblr which is linked on my profile.
