Song Ten- Terror(ism)- Lyrics by Jubyphonic-P

Staring at the paper on her desk, Lucina thought about what exactly to write. She hadn't ever tried to put these odd feelings of hers into words before, but she figured she ought to try. Unlike her other letters, this one wasn't meant for a friend or loved one back in Ylisse. No, this was something she wanted to say to that small child that would grow up to be the person she had always dreamed of being: a Lucina with a proper life and family. With a sigh, she picked up her pen and tried to write.

Dearest Lucina,

I'm not sure how to best put this, but the world is an awful place. I'm not talking about the one I grew up in, but rather the one I was called to with Robin. Surely you will hear about this place at some point in your life, but let me be the first to tell you: it is a nightmare. The people here are cruel, even Lord Marth, and they persecute me for the sole fact that I fight very much like my ancestor. This is to be expected, considering we use the same weapons, but everyone pins me as simply an inferior version of him. These bitter words, they cut and burned, particularly those from Lord Marth, but I will tell you that if there is one thing this has all taught me, it is this: hope will never die, it can always be found. The hope I found was a person, one I hope you meet someday.

His name is Dark Pit. Much like me, he faced mockery for his similar fighting style to his twin, but on an even grander scale. Almost everyone seemed to loathe him, and his abrasive personality didn't help that. However, he was just the spark I needed to brighten up my unrest. While others found harsh needles in his words, I found comfort. With his help, I see now that I cannot let those people get to me. Instead, I must prove them wrong by putting my heart into my fighting. I wouldn't have been able to do this if it wasn't for his friendship healing the loneliness this place made me feel, and later his love. I only hope you are able to find someone who can not only help heal the wounds you hold, but show you how to heal them yourself. I know I am hardly an expert in affairs of the heart, but considering we are likeminded, I think that advice is alright. It worked for me, at least. Of course, I would much rather you never find yourself in a situation where you need to heal to progress, but I still hope the best for you all the same.

Sincerely Yours,

Lucina

With a sigh, Lucina set down her pen and smiled. Those words were imperfect, but they were the best she could do. She only hoped it hadn't made her seem too reliant on him, as in all honesty, they were reliant upon each other.

Sitting beside Lucina, who had nodded off, Dark Pit glared at the people who passed him by. Every stuck up jerk in the place had done something to give him a reason to dislike them. Really, he sometimes wondered what Master Hand had been thinking, choosing such awful people to fight for him. Maybe if he were in charge of this place, things would be better. He'd make it near silent, with no one without a brain or any care of how they treated him.

…Yeah, that really was a stupid idea. Not even complete idiots would really strive for that. Like the people here. He hated them for being jerks to him, but just as much for being jerks to Lucina. He was perfectly used to being alone, but she wasn't, making it much harder on her. That was hardly fair, especially when she was the only person he'd met so far that was actually nice. She understood what it was like to be without any reason to care about the place, more than anyone else he'd met. Really, she was the only reason he preferred being there to insisting to leave, not caring about his link with Pit rendering him practically dead when they were in separate worlds.

It was thanks to having one person who gave a crap about him that he was willing to hold his tongue and not snarl back at all the hate. She said it would only make it worse, and he was willing to see if she was right. Instead, they would both prove their worth with actions, not words. That was their agreement, and it would take time to see if it worked, but it was a plan, at the very least. But really, he didn't care if it worked or not. If one person cared about him, that was more than enough. It made this place an improvement from the world he hailed from, where only Pit cared, and even then, didn't care about him more than anyone else like Lucina said she did. It was nice to be loved, nice to be able to say that word without a trace of malice or contempt behind it, nice to be the one with the last laugh. After all, if people threw their weapons at him but he stood tall with someone beside him, that made them victorious.

No matter how broken they were, they were beside each other. Somehow, that made everything hurt a lot less. The world would always be cruel, but he couldn't hate it for giving him something to hold on to. Her kindness, her wit, it shone brightly, and if her words were to be trusted, even someone as bad-tempered as himself was able to use his own heart as light to guide hers. They really did need each other, didn't they? Before her, he felt he'd forgotten what living really was other than drifting through the world. It was nice to be able to look forward to seeing her smile again, hearing her laugh at some deadpan insult he'd given, hearing her tell him she loved him and being able to say it back.

Of course, that was just in this life. He'd come to suspect that this wasn't the first time they'd met and been each other's light, and that it wouldn't be the last time. Those odd dreams he had sometimes, of crying at sunsets, cursing the passage of time, a hill outside of a town, they felt more like memories than fantasies. He'd mentioned it to her, that he felt they must have met before, and she agreed. The two of them were bound by something, repeating like a scratched record that skipped and got caught in between the same notes. Even when it changed, though, it would always be the two of them, and those feelings would never change.

It was a nice thought, at the very least. Even if the end of the song was never reached, he barely cared if it meant he'd get to always feel this way. Turning to the lovely sleeping figure beside him, he gave a small smile.

"We're stuck together, and that won't ever change. But that's fine, as long as we're always together like this. Right, Lucina?"

Blazing Echoes- End

AN- Apparently "Dark Pit-centric" means "his part of the chapter is longer than Lucina's". Oops. But still, this song is one of my favorites, and I feel it really does fit these two perfectly. Well, the English translation does, at least. I'm not really a fan of the Japanese version.

Anyways, I promised details on the next in the series, and here they are. The next one will be Saccharine Echoes, because surprisingly enough, you people really want to hear songfics on Kirby and Jigglypuff. Well, I don't mind. It's been too long since I wrote anything about Best Pokémon, and she would be perfect for a story about songs. And due to popular demand *cough PikaLoverNYA cough*, there will be considerably more English songs in subsequent entries. Just don't think my English songs will be much kinder to the characters than my Japanese ones.

After Saccharine Echoes, the next entry will be Luminous Echoes (Ike and Marth), and after that Heaven's Echoes (platonic Pit and Palutena), Dazed Echoes (Red and Lucas), and Flash Echoes (Male Robin and Shulk). So, for those disappointed this is ending, it isn't really. There will still be stupid songfics from me for a long time to come, just not about Kerosene. So, rejoice in that, and see you soon! Thank you all for reading; it makes me happy to know this silly project was able to make people happy. –Twilight Joltik