(Disclaimer: I do not own. I never will. Warnings: boyxboy, coarse language, and my definition of OOCness)

"Pit, wake up. I know you're not up to it, but you've got to get moving." Link gently rubbed Pit's upper arm, trying to wake him up. He had been on the bed all day, and Link could've sworn that he was in the same exact position he had left him in this morning. It didn't take a genius to know that this was bad for the body.

Pit managed to make a small grunt.

Link frowned in worry. "Pit, it's nearly nine. You've skipped all three meals. This isn't good."

Another grunt.

Link felt like tearing out his hair. First Ike with his irrational fighting, and now Pit refused to move. This was going to drive him over the edge. What the heck was up with everyone? Ike had never minded that Marth seemed to enjoy Roy's company more than what seemed proper before, so why start caring now? What made him think that he was the only one who had feelings for him? Link was so mad right now. Ike was so caught up in his own feelings that Link was left in the dust to pick up the pieces. He never even got the chance to act on his own feelings.

Link shook his head. He couldn't think about that now. Take care of Pit now, worry about feelings later. What to do…what to do…

The blond sighed, picked up the bundle that was Pit, and dropped him off on the bathroom counter. Luck was with them that they had ended up in a college that had their own bathrooms in the dorm rooms. Yeah, it was expensive, but right now he was figuring that it was worth it. He plugged the drain and started filling the tub with warm water. He added the bubble soap that one of them had gotten (he'd already forgotten who) but neither of them ever used. Once it was at maximum bubbliness and of a decent temperature he turned his attention back to Pit after turning off the faucet.

After a few seconds of a staring contest, Link gave in. He was tired right now, and didn't want to fight. He started stripping Pit, rolled up his sleeves, and put him into the bath. He sat on a small stool next to the tub and rested his head in his hand. He waited, and waited. As soon as his eyelids started drooping, Pit had finally begun relaxing into the water.

Link woke himself up and forced himself to concentrate. Gently, he started, "Pit, what's up?"

"I dunno. I really don't know."

"Start anywhere. Ramble if you want to. It doesn't feel right seeing you like this."

Just looking at Pit lifeless and unmoving was unnerving him. There was something really wrong and he wanted to know what. He wanted to help.

"Well, I don't know. I feel like it's all my fault Ike and Marth were fighting last…er, well, this morning. I started getting this weird feeling in my stomach yesterday during history. It was like things were going to get a lot worse. And I don't know, all today something's been eating at my gut and I felt so bad like I was going to puke if I so much as moved an inch. I don't know why either, that one fight wasn't bad enough to make me feel like this. I'm starting to think that some part of my brain can tell the future or something, and this is just all for whatever's gonna happen. And I don't know what's going on; it's all my fault, what happened today? You're really tired and out of it."

Link smiled grabbed a bucket and slowly poured the water over Pit's head. He added some shampoo and started lathering. "Well, everyone's pretty much on edge today. Ike's been giving everyone the evil stare of doom, and Marth seemed pretty hurt. I was pretty much clueless until this afternoon, when Marth started talking to me about it. He seemed pretty shaken and mad. He was ranting about Ike being insensitive, and that he didn't own him, but that's besides the point. Apparently he went out with Roy yesterday, and Ike was pretty pissed about it."

"I'm sorry…"

"Eyes," Link said, and Pit closed his eyes as Link poured more water over his head, washing the suds out. "What for?"

"I don't know. Sorry for causing this. Sorry for leaving you alone to deal with them."

Link started putting in some conditioner. "It's alright. They were worried about you too, amongst all that mess. I told them that you weren't feeling well and to just leave you alone right now."

Pit smiled, just barely. "Thanks. So what's up?"

Link looked confused. He'd already answered that, right? "I told you already…?"

Pit laughed and Link was relieved for a short while, glad that Pit was laughing. It didn't even matter that he was laughing at him.

"What's up with you?" Not the most elegant way to put it, but Link got the message.

"I'm just kind of pissed at Ike right now. Eyes." Link rinsed Pit's hair as he spoke. "It's just that he's so focused on his own feelings, that he's barely noticing the rest of us. It's so selfish of him; it's pissing me off, to see him this way. Everything's falling apart, and I don't know what to do. I want to get right along in the fight with him and smack some sense into him while I'm at it, but I'm so busy repairing everything else that I can't get a chance to. It's like he thinks he's the only damn person in the world that cares about Marth in that way, but he's not. Pit, you have to help me knock some sense into him. You're probably the only one he'll listen to right now…"

Pit finally moved to brush some of the tears that threatened to fall away. He then held Link's hands in his own. Link was aware of this, and that he was probably crushing them in a too tight grip, but Pit wasn't complaining. Pit watched, almost amazed, as tears began to fall from Link's eyes.

Pit squeezed his hands back reassuringly. "You get some sleep. Tomorrow I'll get it though his thick skull that you're still alive."

"Thank you so much…" Link whispered as he gently let go of Pit's hands.

As he was washing his face in the sink, Pit said "Same to you."

Link smiled and left the bathroom. Pit finished washing up, and sat around until the water went cold, even after the bubbles were all gone. He then pulled the plug, dried himself off with a nice fluffy towel, and tried to be as quiet as possible as he pulled on boxers and a shirt. After eating the sandwich that was supposed to be his lunch and brushing his teeth, he fell back asleep.
Confident that Pit was finally feeling better, Link turned around and fell asleep for real, instead of just feigning it. This was good. Things were looking up.

.:~:.

"Wake up lazy. You have a class to get to in twenty minutes."

Link just grabbed the pillow Pit had thrown at him and used it as a teddy bear. Pit flicked him in the forehead. "Come on! You're going to be late!"

"Five more minutes," he muttered.

"You said that fifteen minutes ago! You don't have five minutes more to spare!"

"Fine, fine." Link finally sat up, throwing the pillow back into Pit's face. After staring at the floor for a few moments before realizing he was zoning out, he grabbed some random clothes he had a feeling he wore two days ago, hopped into the shower and took a three minute shower. He dressed, grabbed a piece of toast Pit offered and ran off to his class. What class was it? What class? Oh, right. Literature. Fun.

He made it to class with five minutes to spare and grabbed a seat up front between Zelda and her twin Sheik. Zelda sighed. "Link, your shirt is on backwards."

When all they got was a confused look, Sheik turned up the front of Link's shirt, revealing the tag. Was it really made of seventy-five percent cotton and twenty-five percent polyester? Link quickly turned the shirt around, and prayed that his pants weren't on backwards too. He took a quick look to check. Nope. They were on right.

Zelda giggled a little before asking, "Long night?"

"No, actually. Yesterday was a little hectic though."

Sheik and Zelda gave both gave him a look that said 'Spill. But later.'

Link nodded just as class started.

.:~:.

Link's hand hovered over the door to his dorm room. As soon as he had approached the door, he had gotten a strange twisting feeling in his gut. Mustering up his courage, he unlocked the door and went in.

It was a curious scene, to say in the least. Ike and Pit were both sitting on the floor, Ike with his face buried in the crook of Pit's neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders. Pit somehow managed to look awkward, worried, comforting, and happy at the same time as he had his arms around Ike in a loose hug.

Link blinked, turned around and decidedly left them alone. Yeah, things were looking up, and he was happy.

As he made his way down the street to the local café, he had somehow managed to get into a conversation with Pika. Pika had happily started a conversation with Link before Link had even realized he was walking right next to the bouncy blond. Once they made it into the café, he listened to Pika with one ear as he tried to do homework while drinking a soda and wondered whether the black and brown streaks in the blond's hair were natural.

"Hey, Link! Are you even listening to me?" Pika pouted as he glared at the other blond.

Link blinked. "Uhm…I was?"

Pika sighed and rested his head on a fist. "What was going on yesterday?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he lied.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

Pika glared.

Link stared.

Pika kept on glaring.

"Okay, fine," Link said, finally giving in. He had told Sheik and Zelda the briefest of brief in the history of brief explanations about what had been going on the other day, and he didn't really feel like recounting it again. He was starting to worry about rumors spreading and then that'd be the end of him.

Link tiredly rubbed his eyes. "Marth and Ike got in a fight, Pit was feeling guilty about it, and I was mad." How was that for brief?

Pika looked reluctant to settle for such little information, but he figured that Link didn't want to talk about it, so he kept quiet. There were a few moments of quiet while Pika ate his brownie and Link did his homework. Finally, Pika's curiosity got the better of him and he asked, "What was the fight about?"

Link just stared at him.

Pika nervously held his hands up in surrender and said, "That's need-to-know. Got it."

Link nodded and went back to his homework. Pika sighed. Link ignored the sigh. He could act as dramatic as he wanted; there was no way he would be getting any more information any time soon. Rumors be damned.