The next few classes breezed by for Pit. Even though he couldn't fly and had trouble reading, he did well in his other ones. He didn't get the best grades but he did well enough to get passing ones. His third class had just ended and now it was time for his favorite, Flight Class. The class was held outside in the back of the school. The students would stand on platforms while Mr. White-Wing explained what they would do today and then the students would take off and try to do that said thing. Pit, however didn't get to stand on the platforms, instead he sat next to Mr. White-Wing, while he instructed the class of their assignment and sent them off. When the students were practicing, he had one on one time with Pit to help him fly.
Pit was the first to class. He always made sure he was, just because Mr. White-Wing was always there which kept him safe from the bullies he shared this class with.
"Hello Pit!" Mr. White-Wing greeted him.
"Hello sir! What are we gonna learn about today?"
"Well I think it's a good idea that you watch the others, and observe how they fly, so they will just be doing simple laps."
"Oh cool! I can't wait to see!" Pit said happily as he sat down on the grass.
"Say lad, how did you get that bruise on your arm?" The teacher asked.
Pit gasped as he realized he forgot to cover up the bruise from earlier. "I, uh, walked into-"
"The brick wall again?"
Pit nodded.
"You sure are clumsy, Pit."
Pit laughed nervously before he hugged his knees, wincing from the hidden injuries.
One by one the students arrived and began sitting on their platforms. Marvs, Slim and Stagger entered and glanced at Pit giving him sneers as they walked by. Finally, Dark Pit had arrived, being the last one. He walked by Pit, completely ignoring him like he usually did and took his platform next to Stagger.
"Good day class!" Their teacher greeted them. "Today we are going to be doing a race!"
The class started mumbling in excitement.
"You will be racing around the school. The centurions on the outskirts are holding giant rings for you to fly through. You will be flying around the school three times, The winner will receive a special prize."
"What's the prize?" a student asked.
"It's a SUR-prize!" The teacher along with Pit laughed at the bad pun while the class groaned. "Alright class! Stand up on your platforms and open up those wings!-oh and for Palutena's sake Dark Pit, try to put some sort of effort in this race."
Dark Pit just stared at him, with his usual blank face and crossed arms pose and slowly opened his black wings.
"Alright! On your mark, get set...GO!" Mr. White-Wing yelled.
The students jumped off their platforms and took to the sky where they began to race. Pit stood up and followed his teacher up to the tower, where they could see the racers over the school.
"Now watch and observe how they use their wings, Pit." His teacher ordered.
Pit tried to observe how their wings moved, and the angles they used but he soon he gave up as he was enveloped in watching the race. Slim and Stagger were in the lead followed by a few others.
"I wonder where Pittoo is." Pit asked aloud as he searched for him in the sky.
"He is probably last, taking his precious time flying." Mr. White-Wing sighed.
Pit looked at the racers in the back but he still didn't see Dark Pit. Maybe he had ditched the race and flew away? Or maybe he was-
Suddenly, a blank blur passed by Stagger and Slim, throwing them off.
"Whoa!"
"What? What is it?" his teacher asked.
"It's Pittoo! He's in the lead!" Pit said excitedly.
"He is?" Mr. White-Wing looked up and sure enough, Dark Pit was way ahead in the lead. He was breezing through the rings so fast you could barely even keep an eye on him.
"Wow! He is going so fast!"
"Pit! You're doing it!"
"Huh? Doing what?" Pit asked.
"Look down, lad!"
Pit looked down to see he was a foot in a half off the ground. He glanced behind to see his wings flapping happily. Pit started to get even more excited as he realized he was flying!
"I-I'm doing it! I'm flying!"
"Good! Now flap harder and-"
But it was too late. Pit had lost the grip he had and fell to the ground.
"Darn it!" he said as he sulked. He was finally flying and then he lost it. "I wonder how I was able to do it."
"I think it was from the race, my boy."
"Huh? The race?"
The old angel nodded. "I think the excitement of seeing how fast Dark Pit flew caused it."
Pit looked at the racers, his eyes catching Dark Pit's blur. He smiled as he watched him fly and nodded to his teacher.
"I think you're right, sir."
The two watched the race come to end as Dark Pit took first place, followed by Stagger and Slim, then the rest of the class. The students took their platform, panting and heaving as they tried to catch their breath. Pit and Mr. White-Wing came down from the tower, both with smiles.
"Wonderful job everyone, and congratulations to Dark Pit! I didn't know you were capable of such power!"
Dark Pit only shrugged as he continued to catch his breath.
"So what's his prize?" a girl asked.
"You will find out tomorrow! You are dismissed for lunch!"
The class cheered as they grabbed their stuff and quickly surrounded Dark Pit to admire/congratulate him. They knew he hated it but they were just so impressed by him they couldn't help it! Pit watched from afar as Dark Pit was swoon with fans. He wanted to say something to him too but instead he took the opportunity to sneak by before Stagger remembered he was there.
By lunch, Dark Pit managed to get rid of his fans so he could sit at his table and eat his lunch in peace. He really didn't understand what the big deal was. He just flapped his wings faster and gained speed. They all did that, said for one, so he didn't understand why everyone made such a big deal over him winning a race. He really didn't care about the race. He didn't care about the prize which he figured was going to be lame anyways. He just did it because he wanted to. He felt like flying fast today. That was it. No big deal, so why did everyone make it out to be one?
He ate his sandwich in peace, ignoring the eyes that were on him, and the gossip that was spreading. He honestly hated everyone here. They were all annoying to him and sometimes he wondered why he still went to this school. Why he was still in Skyworld? Because he had no where else to go, and here he at least had a home and access to knowledge but he felt like he was searching for something else, for some other reason. He didn't know what it was but he figured he would know when he found it.
Pit happily entered the lunch hall with his tray full of food. He glanced around the sitting area, trying to figure where he should sit today. He came up to tables of kids, asking if he could sit with them, of course they said no and sent him to another table where he got the same answer. Pit sighed and looked around and the glaring kids. He was not wanted among any of them. No matter how nice and friendly Pit was, it did nothing to the others. He sighed and was about to make his way to sit outside when he noticed that Dark Pit was alone at his table. Pit was well aware how much Dark Pit liked his solitude but he just had to say something.
He walked towards him as he usually did to make his way outside but this time he stopped at Dark Pit's table.
"Hi" Pit said, cheerfully. "Can I sit with you?"
"No." Dark Pit simply said as he continued eating.
Pit bit his lip, trying to decide if he should obey or not. Deciding not to, he sat down in front of him. Dark Pit looked up at him with a glare.
"Didn't you hear me? I said no."
"I heard you but I'm not gonna go. I don't really feel like sitting alone today and besides I wanted to say thank you."
Dark Pit arched a brow and looked at the younger doppelganger with curiosity. "Thank me? For what?"
"Your flying today." answered Pit, happily. "It really inspired me!"
Dark Pit leaned back, folding his arms as he stared at Pit. "Inspired you, huh? All I did was flap my wings. It was no big deal."
"Maybe not to you, but it is for me! The way you shifted your wings to the perfect angle just to get more wind speed, it was great! You caught the wind current and used it to your own advantage which is how you won!"
"Hm" Dark Pit said, rather amused. He hadn't expected anyone to realize just how he won the race. All his fans thought he was just going fast, none but his young look-alike caught what he actually did.
He silently watched as Pit ate his lunch in his annoying cheerful manner. Pit continued to talk about other things he noticed when Dark Pit was flying. He said nothing but listened to every correct observation. He wondered why this little version of him was so enthralled with the way he won. If it had been another one of his fans he would have been annoyed and yelled at them to go away but he was intrigued with his newest fan. He wasn't being admired for winning the race but how he won the race.
The lunchroom had noticed this. They had watched Pit approach Dark Pit, and laughed while waiting in anticipation for Dark Pit to yell at him to leave him alone, but the fact that Pit had actually been allowed to sit across and now chat with him had stunned the whole room.
Stagger and his gang had watched with angry envy as the 'runt' was allowed to sit with the coolest guy in school but they weren't. He turned to his companions and stood up.
"C'mon, if Pit-stain gets to sit with him then we should too!" He snapped
"Y'sure we should?" asked Slim.
"Of course!"
The three collected their trays and made their way over to Dark Pit's table. When they approached his table both Pits looked up, one face held boredom while the other fear.
"Hey there Dark Pit! That was some race, huh?" Stagger said as he sat down next to Pit, throwing him a wicked smirk. Pit gulped and moved away slightly.
Dark Pit sighed in irritation. He was just trying to eat his lunch in peace and all these damn kids kept trying to talk to him! He grabbed his tray in a huff, dumped it in the trash and walked out of the room.
Pit gulped and quickly grabbed his tray to leave but he bumped into Marvs and smashed his food over himself.
"Where do you think you're going Pit-stain?" Stagger asked.
Pit nervously looked over his shoulder and offered a soft smile to the bullies. "I, uh was just gonna go."
"And hog Dark Pit all to yourself?" accused Slim.
"No no! I wasn't even going to follow him, I was just gonna go for recess is all."
"Uh huh, sure. Just what were you talking about with Dark Pit, huh? What did you say that let you sit with him?"
"Nothing! I was just talking to him about the race, I swear!"
"Yeah right!" Marvs said.
"You saw how annoyed he was when everyone was talking to him about it." said Slim.
"So you're lying to us now Pitty?"
"No! I swear that's what we were talking about!"
"Unlikely story. Say, boys, why don't we clean up this filthy lying garbage huh?" grinned Stagger.
Pit's eyes widened as he tried to run but Marvs grabbed him and hoisted him up. They moved towards the garbage can where he was thrown, head first, into the trash. The three dumped their remains on him before laughing and encouraging everyone else to do the same.
One by one, the students got up from their tables and dumped their food on top of Pit while laughing as they left for recess. When the room had emptied their trays, Marvs smashed all the food down on Pit before the three laughed and exited the room.
Pit tried wiggling and climbing out of the trash but the weight was too much. The stench of the garbage was getting to him and he desperately needed clean air. He managed to get his little legs out from underneath the garbage and climb out but he had no such luck. The garbage can fell over and rolled to the other side of the room where it smashed into a wall. Pit wormed his way out of the trash but it fell on top of him again. He managed to lift it off him where he was free from the can. He was covered in rotten food and leftover scraps from head to toe. He couldn't help but hug his knees against the wall and cry.