Corie here with another story when I still have one on hiatus. I've decided that 'Dark Hearts' will probably be delated because I don't really kniw what I want to do with it yet. This one however, I do! So, my dear friends, enjoy.
Funfact: I've always loved Roy, but until I played Melee the other day I never realized how much we are alike. (Red messy hair and we both wear blue. Plus our personalities are simular.)
Pit cheerfully hummed to himself as he walked down the hallways. It was a month until the fourth Smash Brother's tournement, and many fighters had arrived earlier that day. Pit was pleasently surprised at some of the newcomers. Lucina, a kind girl who was Marth's desendant and Shulk, a young boy who had a really, awesome sword and future vision were immediately befriended by the angel. Megaman and Pit were sharing a room, and the two 'old-timer' buddies shared their adventures late into the night. Pittoo, although pretended to have nothing to do with his clone, often came to Pit for advice about other Smasher's, making Palutana's general pleased and excited. Although Pit's old friends had changed, he still was grateful to see them.
"Marth, Ike!" Pit yelled, and the two Fire Emblem characters turned to see him. Marth, in his early twenties and ruling over a kingdom had matured quite a bit, but still possessed his playful nature. Ike, according to Ness and Toon Link, had gained a million pounds of musles and was much wiser when it came to statergy and battles. However, the Mercenary still fooled around with the younger kids, retaining his kind but serious nature.
"Pit! It is wonderful to see you!" Marth said cheerfully, shifting his platter of food to one side to wave. Ike nodded in agreement, not one for words.
"It's absolutely fantasic to see you as well! Your english has improved greatly!" Marth smiled.
"Thank you Pit! I have been working on it, so I can improve bonds with other kingdoms!"
Samus walked by, her helmet under her arm, and ruffled Pit's hair, lopsiding his laurel.
"Hey there punk. Still alive and kicking, huh?" Pit's wings fluffed in excitment, a few feathers falling.
"Samus! Hi Samus! Did you get one for me?" Pit asked. Samus shook her head.
"I told you before Pit, I'm not getting you a pet Metroid. However, I did bring you these pictures."
She popped her helmet onto Pit's head, and a slideshow of her latest mission began. She chatted with Ike and Marth while the angel 'Ooh'ed and 'Aww'ed at pictures and videos she had taken with her helmet's camera.
While the young general was distracted, Ike spoke up.
"Masterhand is bringing Mewtwo back, and Lucas is coming late. Doctor Mario has arrived as well."
Samus raised an eyebrow, a small 'clunk' sounding when she placed a armoured hand on her metal covered hip.
"That's almost everyone from Melee. Pichu evolved into Pikachu, so that only leaves-" The bounty hunter cut off her sentance, stopping herself from speaking a sensitive subject. Marth smiled sadly.
"If this many people are coming back, then Roy will too." Marth said. His old friend had left the tournament suddenly and without warning, confusing many, and crushing most with sadness.
"Who's Roy?" Pit asked, Samus' helmet slightly lopsided on his head. The slideshow had stopped, and he caught wind of their conversation.
"An old Melee buddy." Samus said. "He was around your age, and had a sword that lit on fire."
"He told lots of jokes too," Marth said. "I honestly couldn't tell you if he or Kirby ate more! Goodness, he certainly had a bottomless pit for a stomach! However, he left before Melee ended. "
Ike stayed quiet, knowing how much Roy's sudden leaving had broken Marth's heart.
"We'll have to invite him back, so I can challange him to an eating contest!" The adult smashers fell silent, looking at each other. Pit handed Samus her helmet, oblivious to the sad nature that had settled over the group, and grinned. "Thanks for showing me those Samus! One day you should come help me fight off my space pirates! They capture entire constellations!"
"Sure." Samus said distractedly. "Will do, punk."
The angel waved, and jogged away from the group, catching a glimpse of Pittoo. Marth sighed.
"Pit and Roy certainly would've liked each other." Ike said.
"Personality wise, they are almost the same." Marth said. Samus nodded, and split from the group. She placed her helmet on her head, and noticed that while she had been talking, Pit had taken a few selfies with it. A small frown crossed her face, and Samus retired to her bedroom.
There was simply so much to explore, and not enough time. Although he could barely read, the library was Pit's favourite place, due to it's calming nature. Sections upon sections of book filled the walls. Other Smasher's histories- including the his own- briefed the walls, filled with words he couldn't yet understand. The angelic smasher couldn't wait to dig into them. Looking at the symbols above the wall, he calmly walked past section after section, quietly naming them all off to himself.
"Starfox, Hyrule Kingdom, Metroid, Skyworld- that's me!" Pit proudly looked at his (rather small) cities section for a moment, grinning at the newly bound books that represented the latest chapters of his life. He then moved on. "Toadstool Kingdom, Dreamland, Pokémon regions, Fire Emblem-"
Pit stopped again. Staring at the vast wall. When Lucina and Robin had come to the tournements, the Fire Emblem section had vastly grown in size, quickly becoming second only to Hyrule's section. However, it was none of the advanced books that caught Pit's short attention span. It was a small, pastely coloured paper that was high up, on the top shelf, that made the general do a double take. Humming to himself, knowing he couldn't fly that high, Pit ran back to Hyrule's section, grabbed the rolling ladder and sprinted back to the paper. Scaling the ladder, Pit quickly realized that the ladder wasn't high enough, and jumped off the ladder.
"Haha!" He said, clutching what seemed to be an envelope, not a singular piece of paper. There was a pause, and just like in a cartoon, he floated a moment before falling. A small screech left his mouth as he frantically flapped his wings, but the mass of feathers did nothing.
He stopped falling.
"This is it!" Pit said, and placed an arm over his face dramatically. "I've died! What a terrible way to die! Falling off a ladder!"
"Pit." A familiar voice said.
"Oh! And now I'm hearing the voices of my friends! How they will miss me!" Pit groaned. "Lady Palutana will kill me for dying!"
"Pit, you're not dead. I caught you." Pit cracked an eye open to see Shulk peering down at him.
"Shulk!" Pit sat up, and hugged the Monado wielder. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Thank the Monado, not me!" Shulk said. "What were you doing up there anyway?"
"Grabbing this letter thing." Pit stared at it's cover. It was written in cursive. "What does it say?"
"'To whomever may find this, please return to Roy.'" Shulk said, reading the front for Pit. "I wasn't aware there was a Roy at the mansion."
"Oh, there isn't." Pit said, and looked at Shulk, still in his arms. "I think Samus and Marth said he left. Finder's keeper's I suppose." Pit patted Shulk's chest twice, and popped out of his arms. "Thanks again Shulk!"
Palutana's general ran off, leaving the newcomer rather confused.
Pit was extraordinarily excited about his discovery. He sprinted to his room (Megaman was preparing for a training match) and opened the letter. The insides were not written in cursive, which pleased the young angel.
'I have a feeling whoever opened this is not who this envelope was adressed to.'
Pit hummed. "Ooh, good guess."
'If you are reading this, whoever you are, it means I am leaving Smash Mansion, for whatever reason it may be. Let me tell you about my favourite story. It is about a young boy named Icarus.'
"Oh," Pit muttered to himself, slightly dissapointed. "I already know this story."
'Icarus, trying to escape a prison, did not listen to his loved ones; using wax wings, flew to close to close to the sun. His wings melted, and burned his arms and caused him to fall. He was cast out, and in some versions, died.'
Pit noticed some tears stained the page, and continued to struggle reading through the pages.
'I am not Icarus but I feel his pain. I have been cast out, even by my own friends. They do not want to cast me out, I know this, but they do not want to oppose the master. He has everyone under his control- except me. I see through his piercing light, and into his core. Trust me, everything is going downhill. We have no way to-'
The writing stopped. Ink was splattered across the page. Pit wondered what could've happened. He was about to toss the note to the side, no longer intrested in it, when a small piece of paper fluttered onto the floor. He picked it up. The Angel's eyes widened, and he sprinted out of the room.
The lonely piece of paper floated to the floor. A hastily scribbled message was on it.
'Kid Icarus. Help.
-Roy'