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Getting to know Ike

"Who are you?" Ike wasn't sure who this was but he had a guess. Just to be safe he should be extra careful what he said. If this was his sister, he couldn't let her know just yet.

"...Ike..." was all he decided to say. This girl talking to him certinly did resemble his mother. She had the same brown hair and teal eyes. She looked like she was ready to go to a meeting-or had just come back from one. She wore a white shirt with a tan knee length skirt. Her sneakers were similir to her shirt but had a teal check mark on each side. The outfit was certainly foreign to him.

"Well, Ike, its nice to meet you. My name is Mist. I found you unconcious in the alley on my way home from school and brought you here. My sister went to tell my parents, but she'll be here." She certainly seemed relieved. Could she be his sister and already know? He wouldn't believe it until he saw the note he left with her. He tried to sit up only to find he couldn't move his arm or leg and he felt like he had lost a lot of blood.

"You shouldn't push yourself. You were hurt pretty bad and the doctor said its a miracle your even alive. Take it easy." Mist said as she started to lay him back down. She then proceeded to call the doctor. Ike decided to comply. She was right-he had lost a lot of blood, and all the small scratches (deep gashes) all over him indicated that he was in quiet a fight. Just what happened? Slowly the memory started coming back to him. He had taken a job and had been on his way to Smash City to see if his sister was there when he was attacked. That was right. Then were was he now... and what was he wearing?

"Where am I" He just came out and asked. What harm could it do?

"Your in the hospital. Like I said, I found you unconcious and brought you here. I'll call your parents if you give me the number." Mist was a bit too trusting. Why would she help so much? Judging by the mention of his parents either it wasn't his sister or he had succeeded in not letting her know.

"No need." He said. Why was he talking so much? Putting his good hand up to his head in thought he was surprised to find it wrapped up and wet. When he drew his hand back and looked at it he saw blood. He hadn't noticed that injury.

"He's bleeding again! Come quick!" Mist said into the intercom she had used to inform the doctor he was awake. Not two minutes later the door swung open to reveal a short doctor with big blue eyes and a big brown mustach with short, neatly kept brown hair to match it. (Guess who.) Standing beside him was a tall man in a blue uniform and a star shaped badge pinned to his shirt. Seriously what was with the way people dressed here? Speaking of clothes, were was his tunic and armor - and his pouch?

"Sir, could you tell us what happened to you? We're currently investigating but so far have found nothing." Said the man in blue.

"... none of your business." Ike was determined to keep them out of it; and if they had any knowledge, they would be priority targets.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I'M A COP AND CAN HAVE YOU ARRESTED YOUNG MAN!" What put him in a bad mood? Couldn't he tell Ike was still recovering?

"Dad! Awake or not he's still injured! That's no way to talk to him!" Mist was quick to come to his defense. Why?

"MIST! DON'T TALK TO ME THAT WAY!" The man bellowed.

"Your daughter has a point sir. He is probably acting this way due to the trauma of the attack. I'm sure if you give him time he will reveal himself to be a nice person." The doctor interfered. How much pay was he getting? "Anyway, we have done all we can at the moment. It's lucky you found him when you did Mist. Any later and he would probably be dead."

"So, I can leave?" Ike really didn't want to stay any longer than necessary.

"You're clear to leave the hospital, yes. I'll call your parents to pick you up. Do you know their number?" What was with these people and numbers?

"They are dead." Ike simply said.

"That's horrible. I'll take you with me then. I have to find out about your attacker anyway. Where are his things?" Ike could tell this guy didn't like him at all. Was he that curious or was it his field of work. This was so different from Crimea.

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Dark Pit had a bad feeling about this. He had just got off the phone with Zelda ( Pit couldn't figure out how to use it) and he didn't like the sound of it. According to her, there was no trace of the attacker. Could it have been the underworld army? If so, why would they attack a human? Pit was currently pacing around even more confused than he was. Couldn't he use his brain every now and then?

" I just don't get it. If someone had attacked, they would have left some evidence." Pit mumbled.

"Ever consider the underworld army, Puppet?" Currently, they were in the apartment Palutena had rented out for them with her in the other room. (Something he was not happy with.) So they were free to just be them at the moment. Dark Pit was lounging on one of the support beams wearing his favorite black toga and letting his equally black wings droop. His contacts were out to reveal he actually had red eyes. Any human who saw would have screamed at the sight of the dark angel, but the only people in the apartment were his light counterpart, himself, and the goddess of light, Palutena. Could the underworld army have attacked to lure them out? They had been quiet lately.

" That certainly is possible, Pitoo." Curse her telepathy.

"How many times do I have to say to stop calling me that?" He was in no mood to deal with this at the moment. "Anyway, we have more important matters to discuss. Do you think their after me?"

"Like I said, it is possible. We should lay low and keep an eye out for now." Palutena seemed to suspect him of being a part of this. She could think when she wanted to. Suddenly he felt his hair being pulled.

"PIT! STOP PULLING YOUR HAIR! I FEEL IT TO YA KNOW."

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The ride to Mist's place was silent for the most part. Mist had attempted to make small talk, but Ike seemed to be tired. Currently, her parents were setting up the spare room for Ike. Zelda was in her room doing some research on something or another. That just left Mist and Ike on the couch.

"So... where do you come from?" Mist was determined to get answers.

"Crimea."

"You don't talk much do you?" Mist was really starting to get curious about him. Wait a second. "Did you say Crimea?! Then could you translate this letter? My sister did her best but there are still parts we don't understand." Mist was starting to get excited. Maybe this guy could help find her family.

Ike was surprised to see the letter. So this was his sister! Mist Griel! He let out a shocked gasp, but that's all the indication he gave before he caught himself.

"It says: 'Sorry sister, but I can't take care of you. Please understand. One day I will come back and explain everything. Please be well, and forgive me.' " It was hard, but Ike had to keep his emotions in. They were still in danger!

"So he does care. I'm so happy." Mist was clearly relieved. Why? Had she gotten the feeling he didn't care about her?

"It is stupid to think he or she didn't, with the contents of the note." Ike said. Man every since that day he couldn't seem to be nice.

Mist gave him a look. Or she? Was he implying that it could be a sister? She had never thought of that. Suddenly a thought struck her. He was just like Samus. Could he have any friends? Or was he too intimidating for people, just like her. Then it occurred to her just how scary he was. His expression was sour. It looked like he was ready to kill someone. His light blue tunic and brown boots gave the look of someone experienced in battle. His armor, which had been repaired, was a dull brown, undoubtedly having seen a lot of conflict. Suddenly she felt very scared. What if he had attacked first? He was refusing to tell. When she found him, he was packing a lot of money. Could he be a thief? He had also insisted on going back to the alley, and grabbed a huge sword! Where had he even put the sword?

"Ike, your room is ready. Why don't you lay down? It will be good for you." Mist's dad, Daphne Harkanian, said.

"Alright." Ike got up, leaning heavily on his crutch, and stalked off to the room. Did he even feel pain?

Author notes:

All right. That's it for the chapter. It's kinda boring at the moment, but there will be more action. I'm kinda making this up as I go. Please review.