Hey guy, its been awhile! Sorry about disappearing off like that but I had so many things I needed to do and about Toon Links Rommate... yeah it will be on hold because I just want to start another story. Hopefully, I will finish it but in the meantime I hope you guys enjoy this.
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The Super Smash Bros.
One of the greatest tournament of all time. Known by countless of other worlds and people. A place to train the greatest fighters in the universe.
People tried to enter but only the greatest will get to compete. They'd give up anything just to step foot in the famous mansion, compete against famous fighters and eat famous cakes (Peach's irresistible cakes!)
If you were chosen, it's as if a gift from God (literally, since Master Hand is known as God of Creation. Does he happen to be the God of Fancy Gloves as well?)
You'd be the happiest being in the planet to get accepted in the greatest tournament. Who wouldn't be so happy?
I'll tell you who, amigo.
Pitto paced around slowly in the hall way. His dark features were unwelcoming and a frown placed on his lips.
I hate this place, he thought to himself bitterly.
Master Hands been desperate to get good newcomers to the tournament nowadays since Snake and the Ice climbers resigned and so decided to invite Pit's rival and his Goddess to join the party. But this place was a massacred!
There's too many cheerful things for crying out loud!
Kids, adorable Pokemon and good guys?!
There's only so much a villain could take!
Worst of all: Pit's his roommate. Having your rival as a roommate? Oh not bad at all!
Apparently, Master wanted Pitto to be kept an eye on and made the wonderful choice of putting Pit in charge.
It's been a week staying in this mad house and it will only be a matter of time before he leaves. Oh, he could leave anytime he wishes, the door is right over there but Master Hand asked—more like begged, for the dark angel to give the tournament a chance.
So he did. He has to admit that he is impressed by the level of performance the other Smashers had shown during his battle. Samus was one tough fighter, he'll give her that, then there was Zelda who fought amazingly as well.
But he made up his choice that he's leaving by the end of next week. He just doesn't feel up for it.
Dark Pit made a turn around the corner, he's so deep in his thoughts he accidentally bumped into someone. It was more a a push since that someone just happened to sprint at a high speed and the forced that person to fall back while Pitto kept his ground.
The dark angel's frown deepen and parted his lips as to say something very rude to the stranger like to scold at her to watch where she's going when Dark Pit started choking on his words when the girl—no, woman looked up at him.
The most beautiful sapphire eyes met his dark red ones. She wore a blue silky dress and heels, a blue gem at her chest and long loosely sleeve. A bang of blonde hair covered her left eye and she also had star shape ear rings and what seems to be a small crown on her head.
Pitto stood there with his mouth open, dumbfound, no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't find his voice. His heart seems be racing and his hands went sweaty.
The beautiful blonde stood up and wiped the dust from her dress. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see where I was going," she spoke.
Her voice was incredible soft and sweet that it made his face go red.
She looked up at him. "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" She asked taking a step towards him.
He backed up and scratched his head that made him look adorable. "Yeah, I mean no! I mean I'm—"
Great, now he has to remember how to talk to people.
"I'm fine," he managed to say. His cheeks were burning. Is he having a fever?
She placed her delicate hand on her chest. "Thank the comets," she whispered like she was truly concern for his well-being.
Her eyes widen as she let out a gasp. "Oh dear, I'm going to be late to Peach's tea party!"
With that, she twirled around with the tip of her heels and ran off. The tapping of her heels echoed down the empty hall.
He just froze there trying to process what happened. He never saw her before and guessed that she was a newcomer like him. Somehow, this woman made his heart beat and turned his legs into jelly.
What's wrong with him? Is he sick? Did that woman happen to put a spell on him or something?
But remembering her eyes, it made that hard to believe that she would ever harm a person.
The hallways just keep getting longer and longer and the minutes stretched to an hour as he paced around with his thoughts on the mysterious woman he encountered.
Something's definitely not right about this. Why is he feeling weird all of a sudden?
"I think I need to lie down," he muttered to himself, rubbing the side of his head.
After a couple of hours later~
Pit's scared. It's nothing new in the Smash Mansion since Pit's usually the over reactive and the gullible one but right now he's worried and scared.
Something is going terribly wrong with his enemy!
It's weird putting it that way but that's how it is. Dark Pit—or at least Pit thinks he is and not some imposter— is currently staring at the window muttering things to himself. The weirdest part was that he had no intention of arguing or mocking Pit like he normally does. He just sits there quietly with an expression that Pit never seen before on his face.
Finally, when Pit could no longer take it, he placed his hands on Pitto's shoulder and started shaking him.
"Pitto, look at me, man! What's happening to you?!" Pit cried, calling by him by his worst nickname desperate for a reaction but received nothing.
He's expecting a punch or a growl from his enemy but instead Pitto mumbled things that he couldn't hear.
"She smelled so good," he muttered, locking his eyes at the window.
His face was clean and smooth, no sign of angry or grumpy wrinkles. It's the very first time Pit sees him so emotionless. So calm.
"Her eyes were so..."
"Pitto, what are you talking about?! Snap out of it!"
"The way she looked at me..."
Pit frowned and forked his eyebrows irritatedly. He let go of his roommate who dropped to the ground hard but still no reaction from him.
"Something's definitely wrong with you," he exclaimed with his hands on his hips like he's an annoyed mother at her child.
Dark Pit sat up and sighed, still not making eye contact. "Maybe there is," he said in such a small voice that Pit couldn't hear him.
Something about his expression made Pit sad for some reason and he began to be even more worried than he was before. The way Pitto stared at the wall with such an emotionless expression...
"I'm going to get a drink maybe I'm just dehydrated for something," Dark Pit said and got up leaving Pit along in their shared room.
Once the sound of his footsteps faded away, the angle got onto his feet and went on a search for his Goddess.
Le Skip~
Dark Pit took out a silver Smash coin and inserted it into the vending machine. The currency in this place is legit if he's honest and newcomers get a thousand Smash coins but after that it's up to them to get their own money.
"Hey, Dark Pit!" Called a person from behind. Link approached the dark winged boy dripping with sweat. He looks like he came back from sparring. A white shirt with tight jeans was what he wore and his net like hate was missing.
He had a smile on his red face. "How's everything going?" He asked.
Dark Pit bent over to grab his mineral water and opened it before giving Link half of his attention.
"Everything's okay, I guess," he spoke in his usual dark voice not bothering to look up.
It's not that he's trying to be rude. Believe it or not, he actually kind of likes Link. The Hylian doesn't treat Dark Pit like a villain like any person would normally do, he respects everyone around him wether they're non-human or half human or something weird. He treats everyone the way he wants to be treated, all except for Gannondorf and the idiot King Dedede. So it is comforting to know that there's someone who won't treat you like a freak.
But there is a reason to Dark Pit's lack of communication.
Link took out a bronze Smash coin and chose a nutritional drink while Dark Pit took a sip from his water.
He's itching to ask the hero about the woman he met earlier but he just didn't know how to put it.
"I heard that you took on Samus," Link said, interrupting his thoughts. "I'm impressed that you took her down. Not a lot of people accomplished that."
"She was a worthy opponent."
"Well, I hope we can both battle each other one day. I would love to see your fighting techniques in person."
The dark angel stood quiet, his thoughts still lingered on that blue dressed woman who ran into him. Even a moron could guess that she's royalty.
Of course she is, he thought bitterly to himself, someone as beautiful as her should be.
An awkward silence dropped and after a few minutes, Link breaks it.
"Listen, Pitto—"
"Don't call me that," he said, rather a bit harshly than he intended to.
"Sorry. Dark Pit, I haven't seen you around lately, not even in the cafeteria."
He tried to hide his surprised expression from Link but he's shocked to realize that someone actually noticed.
Link rose an eyebrow. "You are feeding yourself, right?"
Dark Pit rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am. I help myself in the kitchen for the past week."
Link spit his drink. "What?! Pitto—I mean, Dark Pit, the kitchen only provides snacks and that's only when we finish our fights! You can't tell me that it's the only thing you ever eat?!"
Pitto shrugged, still confused by Link's concern. "Pretty much."
"Oh God, you need to get real food in you. Promise me you'll go to the cafeteria."
"What? No way."
"Promise or I'm telling Master Hand."
"Alright, alright, I promise. Happy?"
"Much."
"Anyway, why do you even care?"
Link went on explaining that Captain Falcon did the same thing but only because he tried out a diet to keep fit and since the cafeteria offered so many things that could ruin it, he decided the great idea to eat nothing but the snacks from the kitchen. But after a couple of weeks, Falco started to become weak in his fights and lost five times in a row and even fainted twice. One day, Samus went to check on him because he was late for the fight against her and she found him on the bed looking like a dead guy. Dr Mario then explained that the snacks in the kitchen weren't enough for Falcon and they provided him with no nutrients or vitamins, his body just wasn't getting what it needed. It took nearly a month for him to get better.
Dark Pit stood there with his eyes wide as Link finished. "And that's why not even the kids skip out lunch so you see how important it is?"
He gave a sharp nod and made a mental note to never go on a diet because it will freaking kill you.
"So," Link started, changing the subject smoothly, "do you just fight your battles and go to your room?"
Son of Hades, why is he getting so concern? Well, it's better him than Paluteana.
"I don't like doing anything else," he grumbles.
"There's countless activities you can do around the Mansion. The more you do, the more credit you get and the more credit you get, the closer you get to the leaderships," Link explained.
"There's so much you can do, like the new course that Master Hand installed last month. It takes up in the sky and it's suppose to be for fighters who can fly, like yourself, you're pretty handy with your bow so you can practice your shots in the air."
Dark Pit has to admit, the hero did make things sound interesting.
"That's not all! There's the practice fight. It's open from the end of breakfast and closes at the start of supper. The main concept is that it's your personal training and that you can make the rules yourself. Also you can pick who you can fight up against from any Smasher in the tournament but you'll be fighting a clone instead of the real things. Plus you can make it a public that any by passer can check out or you can make it private."
A bell went off just as Link finished. "Oh, lunch time. I have to go get Toon Link from sparring just remember your promise. I better not see you half dead in your room."
"You won't," Dark Pit promised and made his way to the cafeteria with his thoughts. The whole training by himself in private sounded like a great idea. He'll have to check out his schedule so make sure he's completely available for it.
On his way, he regretted not asking Link about the princess he met. It's ridiculous to even think about her and not even know her name but something seems so weird when he remembers her.
Could it be fear?
No, if it was then he would take out his weapons and sneer at her but he did neither of those things. No, he just stared at her way too long than he like to admit. She just made him feel all weird.
Then is came to him.
That woman must be an enemy! Of course, why didn't he realized it? The only reason for having this strange feeling was perhaps she might be his enemy. Maybe just maybe under that innocent beauty is a witch!
Oh, she may fooled him for a princess but now he knows what she really is. Thinks she can outsmart him? Ho ho! She had no idea who's she's messing with.
He'll let her know that when he has the misfortune of ever meeting with her again.
A smirk spread on his lips as he regained his full confidence. He walked into the cafeteria like he owned the place ignoring the raising eyebrows and whispers.
The place itself might as well be used for a football game. It's huge!
So many Smashers in one place but not enough to fill in other empty tables. Guess Master Hand still has hope he can reel in some more newcomers.
Dark Pit helped himself with a tray and waited patiently in line. There was too many to choose from that he ended up taking a bit too long than he should.
Ignoring the complaints to hurry up, he took his time to picking out some fruits, curry and apple juice. He held his head up high and turned his back at the daggers from behind him.
"Hm, aren't you a fellow," said an amused dark voice that made Dark Pit jump a little.
Gannondorf stood there with his tray of meat. His skin looked like the surface of a black metal. Shiny but also dark. The tall man had white painting on his forehead and ginger hair, a long cape swept under his metal boots as he smirked and gave a hard pat on the dark angle's back that knocked the air out of him.
"Eat with me," he said that sounded like a command.
The only person in the universe that can give orders to Dark Pit is himself since he's not a servant to anyone but he decided to go along with this man and see what he has to offer.
They sat down on a table near by and unlike the rest of the tables, this one was black. It took Pitto a minute to realize that this might be the villains seat. For some reason, that really doesn't sit well in his stomach.
Yes, there were things he did in the past that can pass him as a villain but there are a few things that he did do that a villain shouldn't do like saving Pit by reviving him so he could stop Medusa. That's something a bad guy would never do and that's to save the hero.
Dark Pit chowed down his food to get rid of his thoughts and the delicious taste of his curry did the trick.
"You seem to be a very powerful fighter if you've really defeated Samus," Gannondorf complimented. "Very confident and skillful and you didn't hesitate when I asked you to come eat with me."
He gave a smile that sent a chill up Pitto's spine. "I like fighters like you. One that doesn't pay too much to the attentions he receives. You make a fine first impression."
Are his movements constantly being watched? He couldn't act the way way he wants to or skip dinner without having someone to notice?
Getting a comment like the from the King of Darkness himself should feel like an honor, however, Pitto just felt a sick feeling in his pit. No pun intended.
"You're in my seat," growled an unpleasant voice from behind Dark Pit. He turned to see a man–wolf with sharp teeth, cold eyes, grey fur and clays that could rip Pitto to shreds.
"Ah, Wolf, please mind the boy today. Why don't you come and sit at my other side?" Gannondorf spoke smoothly.
His words took affect but Wolf clearly didn't like having to change his seat. Nonetheless, he did as he was told and sat next to the King of Darkness. Gannondorf seems to have his way with people, forcing them to do whatever and whenever he wishes.
"So, you're the new kid?" Wolf asked.
From the dark angle's perspective, this Wolf was dressed as a solider with a black uniform with a laser gun and some weird device on his right eye. He's not too familiar with technologies so he wouldn't know.
"Yeah," he replied using his dark, grumpy voice like its no big deal. "I'm Dark Pit."
"So what? You're a copy of Pit or something?"
The question made it very hard for him to swallow. He had two villains staring at him and he will not give them the displeasure to see him go ballistic.
"More of his reflection," he forced himself to say and kept his cool. "I was created from the mirror of truth when Pit tried to destroy it but I'm now my own person with my free of will," he added.
Both Gannon and Wolf have him an understanding nod and ate their meal. A silence dropped as each of them half finished when a fat, Italian man walked up.
He wore tattered dark pink pant that surprisingly didn't rip from his huge belly, an indigo t-shirt and a bikers coat. On his oily head, he also wore a bikers helmet.
His tray was piled up with garlic. Nothing but garlic. Aside from the odd choice of food, this man reeked!
He had this odor that stink the whole place up and made Pitto close to vomit. Blue bags were underneath his crazy, small pupil eyes and he had a weird looking mustache which kind of looked like a W.
What really was uneasy about this guy was his over sized teeth. They were so big that his lips wouldn't seal shut. It's as if he's grinning all the time.
The smell didn't seem to bother Gannon or Wolf, they both simply ignored him.
The man who Pitto recognized as Wario placed his tray on the table and grinned at him mockingly. "Oh, what's this? Another clone? Man, why don't you take a hike, kid? That's Wolf's seat you're sittin' at.
His breath reeked of garlic and spice that Pitto had to shield his nose. He's so engulfed by the foul smell that he didn't give it a thought at his insult.
"Well, at least I'm not an obese fighter who eats and smells like a pig," Pitto insulted with disgust.
Wario didn't like what he heard and leans in, growling. "What did you say, punk?"
"You heard me, fat man. And could you try taking a shower once in a while? You smell like a dumpster."
"That does it, you brat. You think I'll let you talk to me like that? Well, you're—"
Gannon cut him off. "That's enough, Wario."
"But—"
"I said that's enough," he repeated, his tone darken as he spoke which lead Wario immediately to take his seat and eat quietly. He wouldn't dare provoke Gannondorf.
A few moments later, Bowser joined with and have a greeting nod to Dark Pit, acknowledging him, then began to eat.
Something about this group just didn't sit well. He just felt so uncomfortable to even be here, sitting with a bunch of bad guys.
He gritted his teeth and that to himself: What's with me? I'm a villain like them! I shouldn't be thinking about this!
"What about King Dedede?" Wario asked.
Wolf snorted. "What King? That fat penguin? He's nothing more than an idiot. Always has been and always will be."
Bowser nodded in agreement. "He calls himself a villain. Bah! That good for nothing is an embarrassment to us."
Pitto wondered his eyes around the cafeteria not in the least bit of interest at the conversation.
Over there at the center is the table for young Smashers. They were the loudest table, with their laughter and cheerfulness brightening up the place. Behind them were the swordsman table, it seems a bit odd that Toon Link doesn't really sit down with them but he properly wouldn't be interested in adults. A table on the right is what really caught Pitto's attention.
Its the lady's table. Lady Palataya, Peach, Zelda, Will Fit Trainer, Samus, Lucina (she wasn't really interested to sit at the swordsman table since they were mostly men) and there she was. The woman that made his heart run a marathon and back, the one who didn't leave his mind from earlier.
She smiled at her little orange, sparkling star that danced around in the air. He could see her giggling as she fed him strange colorful small stars.
He didn't even know her and yet the thoughts about her being his enemy vanished away. He just wanted to believe anything that will explain his feeling but alas his feelings wouldn't accepted her as his enemy.
God, he hates it when he's confused.
"Just look at Peach over there," Bowser said with a chuckle. "One of those days I will make her my wife."
"Haven't you already failed like what? Sixty times, already?" Wolf pointed out.
"If it weren't for Mario, Peach would be making my lunch personally."
Wario just smiled. "Have you seen the newcomer?"
Wolf, Bowser and Wario locked their eyes on the mysterious woman.
The king Koopa sighed as if bored. "What about her?"
"I hear that she's single. Wouldn't it be great if I made a move on her? I could get my lunch from her instead of growing it myself."
Dark Pit found himself suffocated with his anger. His fist tightened as he gritted his teeth trying to keep his cool, Wario continued.
"You watch, I'll show you how to snatch a woman but I called dibs on her. I'll make her mine and she'll have nothing but to listen to me."
Bowser rose an eyebrow. "You sound certain.
"Pff, I'll get her to do whatever I say and—"
He was cut off once again but from Pitto this time, who pushed his seat back with both his hands planted on the table loudly, gaining every villains' attention.
That does it.
"You really are a pig," he growled in a low voice then looked up with fire in his eyes, "all of you. Just how dare you talk like that! Even I wouldn't say such foul things!"
"Whoa, Dark Pit," Wolf started, "we were just—"
"No, I don't want to hear it!" He snapped then turned to Wario. "And you. If you think you can just take any woman that you please then you are dead wrong. I can't even see her looking at a filth like you even if you were the last man in the world."
That got the biker to stand up and come face to face with the dark angry angel.
He breathed angrily. "You wanna run by that one more time?"
"Where I come from, I could take your life even if you just STARED at a maiden and no blame will come to me," he said with a pound of his fist to the table making the trays jump. "Believe me if the same rules apply here, you are as good as dead!"
Just when he wanted to snap more insults up Wario's face, he noticed how unusually quiet it is. All attention were locked at him. Some shot him glares for the loud pound of his fist, a few expected a fight to break lose and some just stared and whispered.
He couldn't take any more being the center of attention and stormed away.
He could feel his heart pounding against his chest once he finally got away and entered into the empty common room.
What the hell is he doing? He's here to compete and all he did is make enemies.
And just why is he shaking with anger? Perhaps he couldn't take it when he had people talking like that.
No, it wasn't that. It was her. He just hated the very thought of someone talking about her like that. That fat pig didn't even know her and yet he still...
Breath, just breath, he told himself. He tried to remain calm but how could you not freak out at the fact when the only people who might accept you in their group will start to hate you.
Gannon welcomed him in the group and Pitto just slapped it back to his face and acted like a fool. For what? Defending someone who he doesn't even know and who may not even remember his face.
Pitto just couldn't find the bloody answer of his strange feelings and he's starting to become desperate into finding one.