A/N: I figured since I already had this chapter typed up and ready more than two weeks ago that I'd just go ahead and post it up. Honestly, the ending to this story is a little obscure; I've needed to tweak it. But until then, enjoy!

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Being kidnapped sucked. Especially when you had been gagged and tied up by someone who looked exactly like you boyfriend.

Daisy was becoming extremely uncomfortable. Her bonds were tight, cutting off the circulation when she had fallen asleep and the next day had long passed into early afternoon, she saw in the sky a black-winged figure coming towards her.

Dark Pit.

He landed smoothly, eating something that looked like slices of a yellow watermelon. He held half of a melon in his other arm.

Daisy looked at him wide-eyed. She hadn't eaten in—what? Two days?

Dark Pit seemed to take no notice. He finished a melon slice, smacking his fingers and wiping his face with one arm, then chomped on to the next one. Across the mountaintop, Daisy glared at him as hard as she could. He continued to ignore her, settling on a large rock to polish off another slice. He tossed the rinds on the ground. Daisy had moved to glaring daggers by now, unable to speak because of the gag still in her mouth.

"Oh. Hey." He took another bite, juice dripping and splattering on the ground before him. "You look like you're hungry."

Daisy rolled her eyes, No duh.

"Alright, alright." He got up and started walking over to her. Only steps away, though, he stopped, seeming to remember something. "But you did beat me with a metal club yesterday. It really hurt." He looked at her with apologetic eyes, but she knew he wasn't really sorry.

"Please!" Daisy tried saying, but it really just came out like 'Murgh!' She sat up straighter, trying to look as remorseful as possible.

"Okay, okay," Dark Pit said, seemingly giving into her wide-eyed look. He tossed a piece on the ground next to her, and bent down to take the gag out of her mouth.

She looked at him exasperatedly. Her hands were still tied.

Dark Pit grinned and took a small knife from his pocket. "Don't escape anywhere," he said blandly, sawing away at her bonds. When Daisy was free, she picked up the slice on the ground and ate it greedily. She moaned in content, delicious juice sliding down her throat. She closed her eyes and took another bite. Dark Pit smirked at her, like he knew something she did not. He sat himself on the ground across from her, sipping the juice from the half melon he had brought with him.

Daisy finished in seconds. After Dark Pit tossed her another slice, he said, "Your heroes are going to be in for the time of their lives, soon."

Daisy looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Pit and Link. Sooner or later they're going to pass out from all the effort of traveling the Underworld, searching for you. You know, if they don't die from all the monsters attacking them every other minute of the day."

Daisy looked at him, shocked. "You went and visited them? You know where they are?"

"Sure." Dark Pit regarded her with some amusement, and tossed her another melon slice like a dog treat. It landed on the ground. She disregarded it, focusing on the topic at hand. She went on, almost naively; "Are they okay? Are they almost here?"

"Why on earth would I tell you that? I only stopped there on my own standards, not to give you a progress report."

Daisy frowned, taking a bite of the yellow melon. She should've known better that he wouldn't give her any details of where he had gone the other day. And yet, she wondered. "Did you really go on your own accord?"

Dark Pit stopped drinking from the melon, looking at her. "Huh?"

"Stop playing stupid. You only kidnapped me because Hades told you to. You're working for him. So did you go because Hades told you to, or not?"

"Okay, so maybe I am working for him! So what!" Dark Pit lashed out at her so suddenly that she was caught off guard. Another look into his eyes told of that flash of red that had attacked him earlier. But maybe it was just a trick of the light. Maybe she was just hoping he wasn't as bad as she wanted him to be. After all, his name was Dark Pit. Perhaps it was time she believed the appropriateness of the name. "This situation is a whole lot bigger than you could ever imagine, princess. You don't know the half of it."

But there was uncertainty in his gaze. Knowing that she probably should shut up, but not wanting to believe that he was evil just yet, she asked tentatively, "But you're with him for a reason, aren't you? He's offering you something. I mean, you didn't harm Pit and Link. They have enough troubles on their own as it is, with the monsters." Daisy snuck him a glance. "You wanted to see if they were alright."

"I wanted to discourage them." Dark Pit spoke flatly, though he didn't deny he was checking on them. She felt a little more hopeful that they were still out there, surviving. Being left on the mountain top had given her some time to not only think, but to also worry. She had been offered food by her kidnapper, but Pit and Link wouldn't have had that luxury. She prayed that they would be able to hold on a little longer, if that's all it took to help them find a way back to the Mansion. She hoped that they would be able to find food, somehow, so that they would have enough strength to defeat Hades, if not for her sake, then for theirs.

Dark Pit continued, "Those were my orders." He smirked at her then. "I told them I had dropped you while I was flying, and that you had died."

She took it back. If Dark Pit was mean to her boyfriend, then he could drop dead for all she cared. Daisy looked at him in horror, and Dark Pit said nothing more, just smiling at her like the way he did. She did not know what to think right then; if he only meant it as a joke to her or as cruel offense to Pit and Link. She didn't like it either way. She was starting to get nervous around him and his silence; wondered what else Hades might order him to do to her, and she wondered if he would do it.

Looking away, she picked up the yellow watermelon from the ground next to her and bit into it. Presently Dark Pit picked up the half watermelon again and drank, the present conversation no doubt done with in his head. Stealing a look in Dark Pit's direction after polishing off the last of her melon had her watching him tip the half melon juice into his mouth. There was no more of the yellow melon left. The liquid looked thick and syrupy, and good. Despite herself, she felt the inside of her mouth water for something more fulfilling than a few water-based fruits.

She set her finished rind on the ground, and before she could stop herself, asked, "What's that?"

Dark Pit stopped drinking, turning to her. "This is Ambrosia, also known as the Drink of the Gods. It tastes like a mixture of milk and honey, syrup and pineapple and every other delicious thing imaginable, all in a drink. It refills your health, making you feel like you can run a thousand miles and then some, and fills you up instantly."

Daisy's eyes had grown wide. "Where did you find that?"

Dark Pit just shrugged. He wouldn't tell her, but held the melon out to her. "You want some?"

Daisy, overcome with hunger and greed, nodded and took the drink at once. She tipped its contents in her mouth, the heavenly drink filling her with warmth and comfort. Dark Pit watched her as she drank. And drank. And drank.

When she was done, she felt more content than anything she had ever consumed in her life. It was all that Dark Pit had said it was, and more, tasting to her like lemon meringue and hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. All in a drink, like one delicious milkshake. She tasted the syrup there, though it was richer and sweeter than any earthly syrup she had ever had; running down her throat with a hint of powdered sugar as well. She licked her lips, supposing it tasted different to everybody. She felt rejuvenated, awake and alert now, though it didn't really help things since she was kidnapped; she didn't have the groggy, half-awake feeling in her body anymore.

"Feeling better now?" Dark Pit asked her.

"Yes," she said – then started coughing. She cleared her throat, about to thank him—then launched into another fit again. She dropped the half-melon, covering her mouth as her coughing ensued, each cough interrupting her attempt at breathing. Knowing somehow it had something to do with the melon juice or the Ambrosia, she glared at Dark Pit.

He put up his hands. "Don't look at me." He stood up, looking at her without expression, his eyes flashing red again. "You're the one who wanted to try it. Of course, I never said the drink was for mortals."

Daisy choked, struggling for air. Her throat was on fire; her insides writhed with and convulsed with the death she had just consumed. "What—will happen—to me?"

"Hard to say," Dark Pit said, walking further away. She was on her hands and knees now, suffocating. "Too much of the stuff for angels is poisonous to the point your insides decay. Burning you from the inside. Too much for a human . . ." He shrugged. "I've never have seen it before."

She couldn't hear him anymore. The drink was too much. Darkness crawled at the edge of her vision, and it wasn't because of the coming night. Fire flamed in her throat, and the dark images of the mountain and Dark Pit disappeared before Daisy passed out on the ground.

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