Their steps echoed lightly, feet hitting the hard floor of what appeared to be Arena Ferox, or at least, the spectators seating area surrounding the grand stadium. The pair walked down the vast steps to the front of the spectator area, toward the contestant platforms. Robin, reaching the first platform, was named "Player 1" and Pit followed as "Player 2". The duo was teleported to the arena, both taking their usual entrance actions out of habit. Without an audience, the stadium seemed much larger than usual, and brought with it an atmosphere that was much too quiet. There wasn't even the usual manly announcer to count down the battle that the two weren't going to have.
"Um alright, now what?" Pit watched as Robin walked toward the center area of the stage to… sit down? Pit skipped over to the older male.
"Robin?!" Pit's voice squeaked more than he meant it to "What are you doing?" he asked. Robin simply patted the floor next to him, beckoning the angel to sit next to him.
"Trust me Pit, we need to wait here a while." Robin spoke calmly. Pit complied, sitting down next to his friend.
"For how long?" he prompted
"It really just depends on our luck." Robin claimed . Pit decided against questioning the tactician further, as it proved no help in answering anything. Pit distracted himself by staring at diferent parts of the stage. Thinking back when the two had been in the controls room, Robin must have set the stage to it's second (omega) form, seeing as the ground did not re-create itself into anything other than its flat boring default. The two sat in silence, occasionally mentioning something, but their conversations would die out soon after. Items began spawning, giving Pit something less boring to distract his attention with. He watched a Mr. Saturn get hit by a falling bomb, "tragically" thrown off the stage by the explosion. Pit was tempted to pick up the assist trophy that fell near the edge of the stage. He hoped it might be Magnus, maybe then he'd have someone to talk to. Pit decided against it, seeing a possibility that it held a metroid or anything else that was mindless enough to attack the current opponent, AKA, Robin. Pit got up to take a walk over to some fallen food. He stuffed his mouth with a croissant before picking up a few other food items to offer to Robin. The tactician looked up upon the angel's return.
"Here, I got a bunch so you had something to choose from." Pit held his arms full of food out for the white haired to choose. Robin smiled gratefully, extending his hand toward the delicious pile of food. His fingers brushed the bread lightly, but ultimately reached for the large football-sized strawberry. Pit sat back down whilst also receiving a "thank you" from the grandsmaster. The angel watched Robin as he raised the large strawberry to his mouth. The tactician's lips bordered the tip of the fruit , puckering slightly, glistening in the arena's light. Were Robin's lips always so pink? Pit thought as he mimicked the movement with his own lips unknowingly. Robin continued taking small bites as if to lengthen the flavor of the sweet fruit. Pit's eyes stared intently on nothing but Robin. His mind being forced into a throbbing pleasure. A juicy bite caused a bead of liquid to run down Robin's lips to his chin. He licked what he could and continued eating. Another line of juice trailed down to connect to the already built up nectar he had missed with his tongue. It wasn't long before Robin's undershirt was noticeably wet, soon becoming more and more drenched from the spilling juice.
"Oh goodness." The snow haired boy laughed lightly realizing the mess he was making "Would you look at that." The grandsmaster set the rest of the strawberry to one side in order to remove his cloak to keep it from getting any sugary liquid on it as well. Robin arched his back, puffing out his chest slightly. Pit couldn't help but stare at the two areas protruding underneath the wet shirt. Was it just Pit or were Robin's nipples just asking to be sucked? Pit gulped loudly. Robin, looking from his chest to the lusty eyes of his friend, moved his lips slowly.
"Would you like a taste?" He hummed.
"Uhh, oh my." Pit couldn't seem to think clearly, his mind fuzzy and his face heating, among other places.
"Pit?" Robin asked loudly to gain the attention of his deeply distracted friend. Pit's dreamy mind blurred as he tried to snap out of his thoughts. Robin had finished the fruit and was trying to keep Pit's attention.
"Oh, sorry, haha…" Pit's eyes flickered toward the floor, then up at Robin who was fully clothed, with no mess, and not a trace of lust to be found in his expression. Pit understood he was a curious teenager, but perhaps his daydreams were getting out of hand. He wondered why it was Robin who appeared in such sensual daydreams. Not even female Robin, not to say she was not also a beauty, but Pit was beginning to think any admiration for her beauty was simply because she looked like Robin, and the twin tacticians were so similar. No way, they were nothing alike, the only similarities they had were physical appearances. Female Robin had a fierce personality, down to Earth. She was straight forward, and came off almost cruel. On the other hand, Robin had a gentle personality, maybe even too considerate for a battle in some cases. His hair was soft, his skin untouched, with a milky smooth complexion. His cheeks brushed a light shade of pink, and his lips… Oh his lips were kissable, his eyes so dream-like. Everything that made up his being was so lovely, so bright and-
"Pit!" Robin yelled as he jumped up to his any thought, Pit repeated after his friend, mentally slapping himself for letting his thoughts wonder once again.
"What is-" Pit stopped mid-sentence to spot the large glowing orb floating about the air. "A Smash Ball?" Pit furrowed his eyebrows, confused.
"Shoot it with two, and no more than two, arrows." Robin spoke sternly. Though confused, Pit decided to trust the tactician and readied an arrow. Pit jumped into the air, flapping his wings to get him into position. He released the arrow receiving a direct hit that caused the orb to jerk upward. matching the Smash Ball's height with a few more thrusts of his wings, Pit shot his second arrow. It grazed the aura of the orb, but not the orb itself. Pit cursed himself and his faulty aim. He began to descend, as he found he had used up his jumps. He aimed swiftly in his limited time, breathing out to steady his aim. Letting the arrow fly earned him a second metallic pang alerting him that he had hit his target. Pit smiled wide as his feet felt the ground once again. He saw the blur that was Robin jumping into the air after the orb. The bright electricity roared as Robin landed a powerful blow from his Levin sword into the Smash Ball. The orb burst letting out it's sound of power as a colorful aura surrounded Robin, his feet landing firmly on the ground. He looked up at Pit, the two smiling dumbly at one another.
"You did wonderful, amazing! Thank you, Pit." The angel's face reddened from the compliment.
"It was.. It was nothing!" Pit giggled awkwardly.
"Now then." Robin tightened his stance before his commanding words,
"Chrom!" A bright symbol appeared on the ground, as a figure appeared, shrouded in light.
"Huh?!" was all that Pit could get out before a blur of blue and silver came sprinting toward him with a polished sword extended to his side, ready to slash the boy skyward. Pit felt a heavy thrust. Blinking his eyes, he found himself staring directly at the clouds above, feet off the ground. chrom's sword whistled in the wind as he jumped up after Pit. the angel shut his eyes and held his arms to protect his face from the second blow. He was familiar with Robin's final smash, both from observing it, and, to his displeasure, experiencing it himself. Chrom held his mighty falchion, ready to bring it down on the small angel. In a heartbeat Robin blocked the falchion with his (arguably) less elegant, bronze sword. The metal rung throughout the empty arena. the trio returned to the ground, Robin able to catch Pit in mid-air to keep him from hitting the floor.
"Robin, what is the meaning of this?!" Chrom questioned his comrade. He was fully aware of the role he played in matches, and this most certainly was not it.
"Listen, Chrom." Robin quickly spoke, "we don't need to fight right now, so don't hurt Pit, and he won't hurt you." The Ylissian exalt looked over at the puny angel, almost scoffing at the remark. There is no way that such a fragile seeming angel could defeat an experienced swordsman. In fact, he could almost have faith that even his shepherd comrade, Ricken, could defeat Pit.
"Robin, I don't think he can-" The blue blood was cut off by his fellow shepard.
"Don't underestimate him. We both know well of kings who underestimated mere shepherds and found themselves defeated by such people." Robin smiled recalling a memory of Chrom helping him up from a grassy field one summer afternoon, now seeming so distant. Chrom shrugged knowing that his friend spoke the truth along with wisdom.
"I understand. So then tell me, Robin, why have you summoned me, if not to fight?"
"Well I don't have a rescue staff, and the arena allows me to use the skill in the form of a final-"
"As a tactician, you can't technically wield staves at all." Robin stared at Chrom blankly.
"Chrom, i will drain you if you continue to-"
"You shouldn't be able to use Nosferatu either." Chrom brushed his hair away from face thoughtful.
"Chrom, please."
"Well I guess if you possessed shadowgift, you could use any dark magic as long as you were of a tome wielding-"
"Gods damn, Chrom. I'm a tactician, I know most every possibility of magics and skills." Chrom chuckled at his own childish behavior. He was aware of the knowledge Robin possessed.
"My apologies, continue." The prince waved his hand, signalling to the tactician to explain further.
" So i couldn't summon you from the mansion. For the reason i have no staves." He spoke slowly with exaggerated pronunciation as if to mock the Exalt's childish behavior. Continuing normally, Robin spoke up to make sure both Chrom and Pit could hear him clearly. "All assist trophies reside in wing B, while additional final smashers, or partners, are assigned to hall AB at the west side of wing A, where all smash fighters live." Chrom recalled the map of the smash mansion he was given before making his travel to the grand mansion. It seems that Robin had the entire layout memorized, unlike the prince, who found himself getting lost in the maze of corridors.
"Physically entering the quarters is impossible as some sort of barrier has been placed over both the hall connecting B to A and wing B itself, isolating them from one another."
"How long have the barriers been up?" Chrom asked in disbelief.
"Only since yesterday. Not very long at all." Robin replied.
"And what of the fighters efforts to have them removed?"
" They've been preoccupied with their own problems. It seems about 16 fighters have been trapped in the arenas, and three are missing, as far as I'm aware of."
"How are the fighters trapped?" The Exalt asked.
"Like us, the battle arenas have become unresponsive. Even after all stocks are lost by a player, the battle is rebooted while others seem to be trapped in an infinite smash."
"How long have the two of you been trapped here?"
"Mmm, just over a half hour, give or take." Robin estimated.
"And you've known about the arena malfunctions since when?" Robin knew where Chrom was going with this. The tactician was sure his buddy thought he was a complete idiot.
"Since last week, but-"
"Robin! What were you thinking?!" Chrom threw his hands up in disbelief.
"I was thinking that I could find you." He didn't flinch, only stared up at Chrom. Pit looked at Robin, then to Chrom and back. He felt his chest tighten slightly. His heart ached (for no reason the angel could think of). Maybe it was envy toward the swordsman. Wouldn't it be nice to be looked at by Robin as he looked at his partner Chrom?
"And I was thinking that the three of us could make it out of here together, and help everyone else out." his voice was determined, eyes unwavering.
"Okay, but I doubt that hard work and determination is gonna get us back to the mansion." Chrom looked out at the audience seats that seemed even further away looking at them a second time.
"I've got the bros' best flyer right here." Robin squeezed Pit's shoulders tightly, bringing the angel in between the shepherds. "Pit's got four jumps and an angel glide recovery, he's excellent, especially without the restraints of an official match." Pit looked down, his face heating up rapidly.
"That's not gonna get us from here aaaaaaalll the way over there." Chrom said, pointing at the audience seats far from them. "Besides," The blue haired continued, "In the act of passing through the arena borders, the character is counted a loss and is automatically teleported back…" Chrom pointed upward into the sky above the stage, "Up there" he finished.
"Well, the boarders don't account for items, as items are not regenerated, and lost once off the stage. It was rumored that a smash fighter of an earlier generation left a battle by hiding in a box that registered as an item."
"That's just a rumor, and even if it was true, it would have given Master Hand reason to update the border sensors."
"Well actually" Chrom jumped at the young angel's voice, having forgotten he had been there due to his complete quietness the whole time.
"I was there when it happened." The two older males turned their attention to the brunet. "It was a training match held by Captain Falcon in order to improve our skills on the Mario Circuit stage after what he called a "horrendous performance" by a small group, including myself. Snake had snuck out of the arena in order to get to the dining halls early, before they got crowded. The Captain reported it in his update log for Master Hand to correct it in the database." He stopped talking as if finished.
"There you go." said Chrom.
"But the report never made it to the Master." Pit continued.
"Huh?" Chrom turned back to the angel confused. Pit looked up at Robin, who smirked knowingly.
"Because Captain Falcon entrusted the report to "messenger Hermes" Robin said "who visited a hot spring before he remembered to take it to the lead. Ruined documents were thrown away to avoid embarrassment." Robin laughed a bit, staring at Pit's red face.
"Y-yeah, I think it was Yoshi Cap' gave the papers to, haha…" Pit scratched his head, sweating nervously.
"Alright then, what do you propose we use for this great escape?" The blue haired prince moved the conversation onto a more important subject.
"That" Robin pointed to a crate with wheels sitting near by.
"There's no way all three of us could fit in there, and if you plan on Pit flying us over, then I highly doubt he could carry the both of us." Chrom couldn't believe the ridiculous idea.
"Haha...yeah, about that." Robin twiddled his fingers, staring down at his Levin sword. "I'm gonna need to kill you for this plan to work."