A Momentary Escape


"You're going to fall like that," Dark Pit said angrily, repeating things Pit had said earlier to him, "Be careful!"

Dark Pit was angry, but that was nothing new. He continued walking towards his bedroom, walking quickly, walking loudly, almost stomping.

"Pit, of all people, shouldn't be able to tell me what to do...ever!"

Dark Pit's words fill the silent halls, making him happy to be alone, and angrier at himself, because he couldn't be around people, due to his temper.

"He's the clumsy one..." Dark Pit muttered as he opened the door to his room in Viridi's palace, "He's the stupid one who's more likely to get hurt by falling off the couch than I am by getting hit in battle."

He sighed as he shut the door behind him. Dark Pit wasn't like Pit...and he had every right to be angry. So why did he feel bad?

Heaviness was weighing him down again, and his heart felt cold and dark, really though, he was sweating.

He made his way across the room and opened the window, hoping to let in some cool air, but he regretted doing so when the happy sound of chirping birds met his ears. Even so, he left it open, and with gritted teeth laid down on his bed.

He hated Pit, but he hated being angry even more.

He rolled onto his side, not bothering to take off his sandals or anything, as he was drained from his anger towards Pit, so he just laid there, his eyes closed, as he tried to sleep.

But as sleep slowly crept towards him, a voice sweet to the point of annoyance shattered his hopes of resting, "He's just worried about you. He doesn't want you to get hurt."

Dark Pit sat up in annoyance as Palutena's voice echoed the same words from earlier that day. He covered his face with his hands, feeling sick from the anger boiling within him, mixed with his tiredness.

"He's more likely to get hurt... He's stupid... He can't just tell me what to do..."

The words and his thoughts didn't match though, 'Maybe Pit really is just worried...'

He bit his lower lip as he wiped a hand across his forehead and let the other hand fall back to his leg. He wouldn't get any sleep, he was sure, but he didn't know what else to do.

'Maybe I'm wrong...maybe I should apologize to him...'

He wouldn't. Pit was the idiot. Not him...right?

He laid back down, turning over again as his eyes watered from anger at Pit and himself, and because he was confused, tired, and just plain upset right then.

Dark Pit knew that by next week, he'd already put it aside, and until the next time Pit said something that made him angry, he'd get along with him pretty well.

Why, he wondered, would this repeat like that? Because he was too much of a coward to stay angry at Pit? Because holding a grudge got boring or tiring? Because he didn't want to fight Pit? Because Pit was in the right, always?

Maybe a little of all, he decided. He took one last shaky breath, and tried again to find some rest to erase his anger, his bitterness, his sadness... Just to erase it all...for now.