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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM THIS GAME

Haha yeah got bored liked this too talked about the sacred buns Imma write a stupid story enjoy amigo

Pit woke up in the middle of the night and started to freak out. Attempting to recover from his nightmare, he looks around the room; only to realize it does not look familiar. He jumps out of the bed, quietly opens the door while telling himself to not make a sound, the fact others might be sleeping. He makes his way down the hallway and sees a crimson red door slightly open, but not completely. A line of shimmering comes from the crack of the door as if someone was either using a lamp or a flashlight. Pit makes his way to the door and peeps through the crack; only to find his human friend, Magnus, sitting on his bed reading a novel. 'Duh! I totally forgot we came to visit,'
Pit thought to himself as he remembered dinner that Magnus had made for him and Lady Palutena. He also started to remember that the goddess had gave him permission to stay at the swordsman's home. Pit decided that he was safe as he poked his head through the door. Magnus had not noticed the boy, as his focus was on his novel. Pit opened the door a slight more bit, just to show the rest of his body.

"Magnus?"

Magnus lifted his head, only to see Pit standing as his door with nothing but a long shirt on. Possibly shorts too, but if he was, it wasn't noticable. "Pit, do you realize it about 12 in the morning? What are you doing up? You're
supposed to be asleep," Magnus scolded as Pit invited himself infront of the room. "I had a nightmare..." Pit looked shooken, as if it were real. The raven sighed and patted the side of the bed next to him. "Tell Magnus what happened..."

"Well," Pit started. "I was on another mission and I had to defeat Hades. And you were there, too!"

"Get to the point."

"Right. So, um, I was down to my last breaths and you were protecting me, even though you had scratches and blood all over your body! And I tried getting up, but I couldn't... A-and then..." Pit started tearing up. "And then.. when I was about to receive the final blow... You jumped in front of me..." Pit had tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. Magnus wrapped his arms around the angel, attempting to assure him everything is okay. Pit hugged back, throwing his arms around Magnus' neck and shoulders. "P-please promise m-me... t-that you won't d-d...die," Pit didn't want Magnus to die. Ever. He had no idea what he would do with himself if Magnus was no longer around. He enjoyed Magnus. Especially right now. Magnus was hugging him tightly with smooth, strong, and tanned arms. Pit stopped crying and tried to enjoy the moment he was having at this minute. Magnus rubbed Pit's back, reassuring him that everything was okay. Pit sniffled and lay his head gently onto Magnus's chest. He started to feel warm all around his body.

"I'm sorry angel-face, but I have to at some point. I'm not immortal. Other than that; I'd die for you. I'd sacrifice myself if it only meant you wouldn't be harmed.." Magnus confessed.

Pit never really understood mortality. Just exactly where did everybody go after that? Yet again, Pit forgot he was one of those... people.

'You're an angel, Pit! Get it together!' he told himself. Sometimes he didn't quite understand himself, along with all the non-sense that comes with the teenage package.

This is going nowhere.

Pit looked back up to Magnus, who was staring straight into his eyes.

Blushing madly in the process, Pit lay down and cuddled his head into Magnus's lap; The man petting Pit's head in the process.
Pit had thoughts going through his head like a bullet.
'Why am I doing this? Why do I feel so hot? What's going on? Oh god, I feel so hot.'
Pit's cheeks were burning. Magnus took notice to this and put his hand on Pit's forehead.

"You okay Pit? You don't look so good."

Pit felt like he was going crazy. His entire body was sending a message to him that something felt wrong. No, not bad wrong...but weird wrong. Something felt extremely wrong. He squirmed around, trying to get comfortable in Magnus's lap. Touching some places by accident didn't cause anything, but some low grunts and growls from the swordsman. The blazing feeling continued to wave over him, and it felt horrible. Magnus finally decided to stand up and turn on the fan.

"I'll be right back, Angel-face. Don't die or anything, alright?"

Pit nodded and sat up when Magnus left. He put the back of his hand to his forehead. It felt really really hot. He wondered if it was fever that caused him to have nightmares. He wondered what caused the fever.
Where was Magnus anyway?
While his thoughts ran freely through his mind, Magnus was digging through his medicine cabinet, attemping to find a thermometer. After finding it, he put it under the
sink and washed it off, then dried it. He then got a plastic cup and filled it with water, walked down the hall, and opened his door only to find Pit asleep. Magnus put the back of his hand on top of Pit's forehead once more, and it seemed he has cooled off.

"Wait, shit. Where am I gonna sleep?" he asked himself. The option of the couch and the guest room was out. Those were the only places he refused to sleep. In fact, he haven't slept anywhere else in his house except for his room. He just decided to bump in with Pit. It was quite a large bed, the sheets a romantic shade of red and black rose petals. He set the cup of water on the nightstand and slipped into the bed careful to not wake the sleeping angel. He scooted near to Pit, and held him from
behind. He never really liked the term spooning, just because it sounded dirty. With that, he fell asleep in an instant. He had no intenion of waking up any time sooner, and he liked that.

End of Chapter One.

Next update idk please just give me one stupid review and Ill write the rest