Here's a little IkexPit for all of you to hate me over.
;D
Also, leave those reviews. Because Dark Pit gets jealous very easily over my other stories.
And you wouldnt want him to take that anger out on Pit, would you?
Kiss the Darkness.
Kir Sirin.
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Angel Wings
When Pit woke up to see Dark Pit gone, he decided he might as well take this break to go practice.
Although he really wanted to ask Dark Pit about his scars…
He needed to practice more.
Pit decided he would practice in the Archer Fields. He took his bow and walked out.
That's where he found himself now.
He had been practicing for a good hour. He practiced on every still and moving targets the course offered. It was a large, green field with tall grass and a few thick trees around. The still targets were tree stumps with bullseyes on them, and the moving targets were faces of the Brawlers taped to moving sticks.
Sweat fell down the side of his face as he huffed.
"Little early for shooting, Pit?" Came a voice.
Pit looked to see Ike smiling and making his way over. His heart felt disappointed. The mercenary waved. "How long have you been at it?"
"Ha…" Pit panted. "I… Don't—ha—know."
"Want a partner?" Ike's smile was too good to resist. He didn't smile around just anyone.
But it seemed he couldn't stop smiling when he was around Pit.
"Yeah!" Pit exclaimed against his anchored heart.
Ike took out his sword. "Then get ready."
Pit heard feet crush a pile of dead leaves near his left and he shot one of his blue arrows towards the noise. A squirrel jumped ten feet in the air and shrieked.
Pit sighed.
Where are you? He wondered. Sweat fell down his neck as he turned from side to side.
The mercenary seemed to have disappeared.
That is, until Pit heard Ike scream, "Think fast!"
Pit automatically shot another arrow of blue light as he spun around and struck Ike in the chest.
The blue-haired mercenary flew back, but not without throwing his sword at Pit.
The sword collided with Pit's shoulder, knocking him off balance, and Ike fell softly to the grass.
He jumped on Pit and smiled, "Looks like I won."
"You'd like to think so, wouldn't you?" Pit grinned.
"What—"
But Ike felt his own heavy sword being jabbed into his side. Pit would never strike him outside of the battle room, probably not there either, but the soldier was still defeated.
Ike smiled and stood up. He offered a hand to the clever angel. "Well done, Pit."
Pit took his hand, only to be pulled forward, off his feet, and placed on his stomach on top of Ike's shoulder.
"Hey!" Pit yelled. He balled his hands in to fists and started to half-heartedly punch Ike's back as his feet dangled near his face. "Lemme go!"
"Heh, I don't think so." Ike hoisted Pit a little higher and walked over to retrieve his faithful sword. "Don't ever let your guard down, Pit. Haven't I told you that before?"
Pit hit the back of Ike's head and the soldier dropped him.
"Ow!" Ike cried.
Pit landed with an 'oof' and stood up tiredly. He smiled when Ike pulled their foreheads together.
"Heh," Ike laughed as his ice blue eyes sparkled. "that hurt, you know."
"Oh it did?" Pit smiled back. "I'm sorry, Ike. I didn't know a little angel like me could hurt the mighty mercenary."
"You'd be surprised how badly you can hurt me, Pit."
The angel blushed and felt like they weren't kidding anymore. "Wha—What?"
Ike looked past Pit and gently stroked his white wing. "It doesn't take a sword for you to hurt me, Pit. You could leave me in pieces so easily."
"I…" Pit said underneath his breath. "I wouldn't want that… I wouldn't want to hurt you, Ike… N-Never…" Pit's cheeks burned a soft pink.
Ike placed a small kiss on the angel's cheek.
"I should like to think you wouldn't." He whispered. "Stay with me a little longer, Pit."
He ensnared the blushing angel in his strong arms and Pit could do nothing but bury his face in Ike's chest.
Meanwhile, above them, a black angel was sitting on the roof of the Smash Mansion gazing at the sky; wondering how he would steal an angel's heart.
Oblivious to what was happening down below him.
