Oh god, cruel opening, happy ending. I'm telling you now, I apologize for the end. It shall be explained!! Yay, Dark Pit.

Long chapter for delay, enjoy!

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"This is my way of saying welcome back."

Pit screamed sickly and doubled over. The feeling forcing the air out of him, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. But the worst was past him....for how long, the angel wondered.

The dark mirror image sighed contently, "It really annoys me when that boy comes around, you seem so happy." It sighed again, leaning down and capturing Pit's chin and yanking his gaze to meet his own,

"But in a way, it excites me too-" He purred, "You're so happy when he comes around- I get such pleasure out of bringing you back down."

Pit let out a shaky breath and sucked in all the air he could, it was musty and strong- Pit coughed most of it back up.

"You're sick," He replied, the other boy just chuckled and shrugged,

"I'm you."

Pit flinched away, snapping his head out of the cold hand. "I'll never be like you," Pit shuddered, turning his whole body away from the other, fidgeting his hands desperately against their binds.

"Exactly, that's why." It replied.

Pit looked up, trying to gasp in more, musty oxygen "Why what?"

"Why I need to, forcefully, be you."

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Pit's eyes snapped open and he squirmed under the heavy weight on top of him. He let out a shriek, but it was muffled into the cream and red cloak draped over him.

He slowly stopped, pushing the tangled fabric off from on top of him and took a gulp of air, clambering up into a sitting position.

"You're awake."

Pit froze and snapped his body towards the voice, his wings twitching hard. Ike stared back at him, arms and legs crossed on a chair a few feet away from the couch, some odd feathers in his hair once again.

Pit then glanced around the room, where a more feathers here and there were scattered, but most of the fluffy white covered the swordsman's cloak which was now crumpled on the ground.

As Pit calculated things in his mind, Ike drew his chair closer and leaned forward, fixing the small angel with a blank stare. It took Pit a few moments to meet the crystal blue eyes.

"What were you dreaming about? It...didn't sound...pleasant." Ike asked, trying to keep his voice even.

Pit twitched and shuddered; Ike carefully picked up his cloak and wrapped it around the boy. "Will you tell me? Or is it personal?" he asked.

Pit shook his hair out of his eyes and pulled the cloak tighter around himself, ignoring the crushed feeling in his back. "I...I can't tell." Pit replied, his voice cracking. Ike leant back in his chair and Pit shook his head again,

"I...I want to tell you...!" He gasped, burrowing his face into the cloak, Ike slightly froze up, "B....Believe me...!" He sobbed, "I r-really do..."

Ike sighed heavily and pushed his hand through his hair before leaning back over and wrapping an arm around the younger, pulling him to his chest and rubbing his arm. "Come on, don't cry..." He said awkwardly.

Pit felt as if he was back in his dream, but this dream had no fiend waiting for him...it didn't involve such torture. Pit leant into the kind gesture, taking shaky breaths to control himself once again- one wrong word and he might lose control of his emotions.

"I...I'm sorry, Ike. I really want to tell...anyone." He said, his voice muffled and a little strangled. Ike looked away and moved his other hand through his hair again,

"Really," He stated, trying to avoid an awkward silence. Pit lifted his head,

"I...want to tell someone, to share this...stress." He stated, struggling with words, "But..." He looked away, flexing his wings a little under the fabric, "I...I'm...scared."

Ike looked down and Pit dove his head back into the fabric.

"Scared?" He asked. Pit didn't reply. Ike sighed and moved his arm, leaning down to pit's eye level, the angel cringing away.

"Pit, why are you scared?" Ike asked, frowning. Pit fidgeted. "Pit, is it....me, you're afraid of?" Ike asked, a little hurt, sure he might be intimidating, but even the most gentle brawlers feared him?

Pit snapped his head up and fixed Ike with an almost horrified stare, "No! no! I'm not afraid of you! if anything I-" He cut himself short, looking away, before starting again, "No, I'm not afraid of you, Ike. I...I'm afraid of what it might do to me..."

Ike's frown deepened, "Who Pit?" He asked, making his voice extremely soft, trying a gentle approach. It seemed to work. Pit looked down at his lap, pulling his arms around his legs under the cloak and hugging them tightly,

"It." He replied, staring ahead.

Ike still didn't get it, but Pit's determined gaze was making him a little uncomfortable- those soft, kind eyes holding a hint of spite?

Ike turned his own attention, following the direction of Pits gaze, and found himself looking at two pairs of blue eyes staring back in the mirror, reflecting Pit's and his own.

"It?" He repeated again, as if now he would understand, it only made him more confused.

From the mirror he could see Pit scowl and look away, "D...Don't worry about it, Ike." He mumbled.

From Pits tone, Ike decided to well and truly drop the subject. Pit's stomach growled loudly and the angel flushed in embarrassment, trying to drown out the sounds with his arms. Ike laughed lightly,

"Ok, enough of that, food for the boy." He declared, then added, "And then a shower for you, your hair is..." He couldn't come up with a word so he waved it off and stood up, extending a hand to Pit.

Ike led the way to the kitchen where he found Red and Peach cooking. Red looked up and smiled, "Hey, Pit! been a while, you want to help?" He had chocolate splattered on his cheek and Peach was putting small roses made of red and blue icing on a cake.

"What's the occasion?" Ike asked, confused.

Red smiled, "You don't know? It's Samus' birthday tomorrow! We're making a cake for her while Marth and Zelda keep her busy," He laughed.

Peach giggled, "Marth decided that this would be part of his present to Samus, they're having a manicure session." She said happily. Ike smirked,

"Not disappointed you miss out?" He asked, pulling Pit to the fridge, Peach smiled and giggled again,

"I had mine done this morning, Marth wanted me to bake the cake." she replied happily.

Red frowned, "So, what was all the-" Ike glared at him instantly and he shut up, going back to helping peach.

"Do we have anything Pit can eat?" Ike asked Peach, who looked over her shoulder.

"Uhm...there should be some left overs from last night...why Gannon was so keen on saving them, I don't know." She replied, Ike pulling the fridge open and taking a look around,

"Is that it-augh! I'll just get him a sandwich!" Ike yelped, coming across the mauled food, artistically arranged to look like a certain green robed elf.

Pit darted his hand into the fridge to stop Ike closing it, "It'll be fine..." He said lightly, staring at the meal for a few moments before bypassing it to grab an apple, then letting Ike close the fridge.

"You sure? You look famished." Ike stated, not going to let the Angel starve himself to...well, death.

"It'll be fine." Pit repeated, smiling softly, but even Red would have been able to tell it was forced.

Ike scratched the back of his head, "Well...ok..." He muttered. Pit forced his smile further,

"But can we go outside, Ike? I haven't seen the sun in a while."

Ike wondered if that statement was related to the 'Angel stuff' excuse he would use to get out of situations- before this occurred.

"Sure," Ike shrugged eventually, leading the way through the halls to the back of the mansion, but keeping a keen eye on the small angel in case he decided to break for it.

Nah, he wouldn't try that, come on. He can barely keep his own weight walking. Ike denied in his thoughts, pushing the large glass doors open and taking a few strides out into the clean, fresh air.

Ike stretched and yawned, his bones cricking from sitting in that chair all night long, Pit though, nearly skipped past Ike, standing in the small field of grass and looking up, stretching his wings.

Pit sighed and let his eyes close, holding the ruby red apple close to his heart, Ike watched as Pit's wings twitched every now and then, flapping a few odd moments, then going back to their still position, fully expanded.

Ike had nearly thought that they were alone, until a black and blue figure silently approached.

"Ah, Lucario." Pit murmured silently, not opening his eyes, but moving his head ever so slightly in the pokemon's direction.

Lucario nodded before silently replying with, "It is good to see you....well."

Ike was confused, they both acted so strange- Pit didn't mind Lucario's company, and the way Lucario had stated that...it didn't sound like any way the other Brawlers would have said it.

"It is good to feel well," Ike could pick out the small hint of sarcasm and remorse in Pit's statement.

Lucario nodded before walking past the angel, stopping briefly next to Ike, glancing back, and then continuing on his way.

Ike frowned lightly as he watched the respectable Pokemon walk away, before turning back to Pit, "Aren't you hungry?" He asked, seeing Pit didn't look as if he was going to touch the apple any more than he was.

Pit let his wings droop a little before turning and smiling genuinely at Ike.

Ike was shocked, Pit looked…so much more lively than…a few minutes ago. His face was a little rounder and fuller too, the bags under his eyes slightly gone.

"I am, but earth food…though it may help, isn't as good as nature's resources, like sunlight." Pit said, turning back to the sun.

Ike stood there frozen. So…Pit's like a plant then? He shook the thought away, scratching his neck awkwardly. I guess I should be glad anyway, he's smiling now, for however long it may be- I should enjoy this while it lasts.

Pit let his wings retract after a few minutes, smiling at Ike, who smiled back. It's as if what had happened to him…never happened. Ike thought sharply.

"Hey, Ike, since I'm not going to eat it, why don't we plant this??" Pit asked suddenly, looking at the apple excitedly.

Ike frowned, "I don't think we can." He stated.

Pit ignored Ike's remark and pulled the swordsman towards the middle of the field, then taking a look around and pushing Ike a few paces back happily.

"Watch this!" He said, fluttering away and onto his knees, holding the apple out and grinning as he brought it down, pushing it into the ground.

Ike watched in amazement as it seemed to morph then disappear; a small sprout growing in its place. Pit leapt to his feet and jogged to his side, smiling as Ike watched, his mouth gaping.

The tree grew, it wasn't normal. It was as if the growth had been fast forwarded; the trunk began to grow bigger and bigger, taller and taller, its branches reaching out overhead, before growing a veil of luscious green leaves.

It wasn't an apple tree, it was an oak tree.

"H…How did you do that??" Ike demanded, astonished.

Pit grinned, "The apple exchanged itself; I saved it." He poked his tongue out before running back to the tree, "It's happy here."

Ike let himself relax, smiling as he looked up at the leaves moving softly in the wind, "Yeah, I guess it is." He said. Pit smiled.

"Well then, you don't object!" Pit said happily, clasping his hands together in glee, "Ok! I've decided!"

Ike raised his eyebrows, "Decided what?"

"The tree's name! It will be Pike! It'll be our tree!" Pit said happily, skipping over and pulling Ike to the tree, pressing his hand to the rough, but soft, bark.

Ike softly smiled at the warmth radiating from the tree.

I guess Pit'll be ok then…Pike, how did he come up with that? Heh.

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Said I'd explain that. Don't worry…this isn't the end…or even the middle yet, Pit just gets giddy from sunlight, he's been deprived of it for a while, he'll come back down. He won't be this happy at the start of the next chapter…oh great…what do I do now…hmmmm…