No Certain Person POV
Watching her walking towards him was like imagining the sunset getting closer to you. You're so dazzled you can't speak, and the temperature gets raised about a million degrees.
The girl giggled suddenly and Pit's face suddenly flushed.
"Oh there's no need for you to get afraid. What's your name, cutie," she asked, a small smile playing around her lips.
"Pit," I squeaked, barely getting out the single syllable.
"What a unique name! Say, I'm feeling pretty lonely out here. It's cold, won't you come with me?" she asked, about an inch away from his face.
"I-I-I-I-"
He was suddenly cut short by a rumbling noise and he peered around the girl to see somebody on a skateboard careening towards them. He squinted his eyes, and his eyes widened as he saw the figure screech to a halt.
"Ya stupid or what? Nobody would ever like ta go anywhere with you, Mirelle," she said, spitting out the name. Hopping off the skateboard, she kick flipped it up and glared at the two.
"Oh! It's you!" Pit exclaimed, instantly recognizing the skateboarder.
"Hell yeah it's me and if I were you, I'd be smart and back away from that ***** otherwise you might regret it," the black-haired girl said, advancing upon the other girl.
Mirelle turned around and faced the oncoming girl with a superior smile.
"Oh what a surprise, it's you, " she said, spitting out the last word with venom.
"Oh man, my day just rotted worse than your breath," the other girl spat.
The sight was hypnotizing, amazing actually. Pit stared with wonder at the raven haired and golden one stare each other down, one with a snarl and one with a serene smile.
"Well? Ya gonna get outta here or what?" the raven shot.
"Why should I? I'm just taking a little walk and happened to stumble upon this handsome guy," Mirelle said, a coy smile dancing about.
Pit turned red, again. He averted his eyes and studied the ground like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. When he heard the retort from the rough voice he could trace back to the black-haired girl's voice, his head snapped up and his eyes turned even wider.
"Well, I'm sorry Mirelle, but you ain't gonna take 'im, besides, he's with me."
Mirelle's golden eyebrows arched and she looked at the other quizzically.
"He's staying with you? In that hovel you call a home?"
The raven eyes flashed, and before I could think, she had dashed around Mirelle, grabbed my arm, and had started to stalk away, dragging me with her.
"Um…bye, Mirelle! Maybe I'll-"
"Oh, shut up!" Pit heard the raven haired girl snap and she continued to walk away, lugging him after her. Pit stared at the back of her head, and then his eyes studied her. She was definitely on the short side, but her glare and posture suggested a much taller status. What really shocked him was her pale skin harshly contrasting her dark hair. Even the girl from before, Mirelle, was tanner than this and she seemed very light-skinned. Before he knew it, the two of them were standing in her driveway and she had started to march through the door. Pit stood, shuffling his feet, and looking very unsure of himself. He stared at the girl walking away and he couldn't help but want to follow her.
As if she had read his thoughts, she turned around with a heavy sigh and walked quickly back towards him.
"Alright. It looks like you have some sort of memory loss and you have no f***ing idea where the hell ya are. Now trust me, I'm no angel, but I'm gonna let you stay here until you get your memory back, but no screwing around. Ya gotta work with me, or get the hell outta my way."
There was long pause after Pit took this in, but then a smile lit up his face and she rolled his eyes at his excitement.
"Of course! I can work and I won't bother you and thank you and I can fight for myself!"
"Good. I don't feel like scrubbing your blood off the street if you happen to get picked on by some of the neighborhood gits."
"Scrubbing my blood…? Oh. Right. This is a one life brawl. I don't get more than one in this mortal state. Oh well! I shall make the most of it!" Pit thought.
"Well, ya coming in?" She said, leaning against the open door.
"Oh! Yes!"
He stumbled into the house and saw his uniform, or, rather more costume looking thingy on the desk, just as it was positioned before. He realized suddenly that, it was there. He had forgotten to take it with him when she had kicked him out before.
"Oh, I had left my uni-…er, costume here," Pit said, pointing at the pile. "You didn't throw it out?"
"Why would I throw it out?" she retorted, answering a bit too quickly.
"Oh, because…" he thought better of it, and decided not to answer. Another thought quickly replaced it and it bubbled to the surface of Pit's mind.
"As long as I shall stay here, I should probably know my surroundings and people."
"What?"
"Er, what is your name?"
There was long, awkward silence. Pit peered around the corner to where she was sitting in what he guessed was the kitchen Palutena explained was the place Humans keep their food and dining table. She was sitting in a chair, staring intently at her crossed fingers. Finally, she looked up, and he realized with a start that her eyes were a piercing violet.
She sighed, and stared directly into his eyes.
"Flint."
