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This is a request for a Smash Bros fic about Pit and Viridi from ultimateCCC; hope you enjoy most of all!
"You do realise that this isn't a real battle," Viridi nagged, not even putting it as a question. Pit pouted.
He sat on the garishly white infirmary's bed, waiting for the next round of brawls. Palutena was busy studying matches for possible weaknesses of her opponents, but he did not desire to be proven any further how much stronger they all were. He was not bad, only…
"They're pretty real to me…" he muttered to himself, tapping the throbbing bruise on his arm, wincing each time. Not stopping, though. Viridi slapped his hand off, getting his attention back.
"No, I mean you're not fighting like," she circled her palm, frowning in thought, "to protect anything," she sank down on the bed next to him, raking at his arm to study the bruise. He let her, trying to focus on the softness of her palm, rather than the sharpness of her voice. "Anything but your pride, that is…"
"I'm beginning to think it's not me who got hit on the head," he grumbled, yelping when she pinched above his injury.
"Excuse me?"
"Come on, Viridi, we both know you're way more proud than I am," he countered and she gave him a look to overplay her short loss of words. He would have whooped in triumph, but he was still too crestfallen. He could hear her admirations from before the first matches ringing in his head, how she pined after Link, most of all, complimented Prince Marth and Roy and – yuck.
He pushed out his lips in annoyance. He was not jealous, just… maybe a tiny little wee bit. Or perhaps hurt.
"Prouder," the Goddess of Nature pulled him out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"Not 'more proud', prouder," she corrected, seemingly not coming up with anything else. She had wrapped his lower arm up by now, giving an expecting look. He did not have to return it; he could feel it anyway. Her eyes were like suns, crashing into him, always illumination his path but at the same time able to scorch and sear him. He loved them anyway.
Holding up his other arm, Pit revealed another bruise, smaller but with small flaps of skin, the bleeding starting to crust over. Viridi gave a somewhat disgusted huff, more at the way he had come to receive the wound than its nasty look.
She stood, crossing over to the cabinet on the right, fetching a new box of gauze and first aid equipment.
"You're right, what's this all for anyway," he shrugged, watching her closely to avoid her gaze as soon as she turned. Playing just as nonchalant as she was. "I'll never be better than someone as perfect as Link," he commented, peeking to the side without turning his head. He forced himself not to wince at her stare from below.
Viridi had sat down on his other side now, watching him with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to make his point instead of teasing some reaction from her. She would not give it.
He sighed.
"I probably don't stand a chance," he went on, now fully returning the gaze of those hazel orbs, "but I will try anyway." He said firmly. If she did not get what he was saying now, she would not ever.
"Don't be ridiculous," she scoffed, shaking her head. He winced at her tone, letting his head hang. The package of the compress rustled, almost drowning out her quiet words. "They didn't hold a candle to you in the first place," his eyes widened, heart leaping when lips brushed his cheek for the split of an instant. He froze.
Pit spun his head to stare at her, but she was back to fiddling with the – obviously already opened – package of the compress. Her cheeks glowed a deep vermilion colour.
"But…" he breathed, finding his voice after a moment, "but you always say they're so- ow!" He bit his tongue when she smacked the gauze pad onto his arm, purposefully making him shut up.
"You should know by now that when it come to me, it's not about what I say, but rather what I don't say," she snapped, clearly irritated about the pink tint of her face. She reached over his lap in order to get the bandages she had left there. Pit brought his hand down on hers over his knee, trapping her. Their eyes clashed, faces hardly more than a hand's width apart.
He leaned down slowly. Her head flared up with blush until her ears but to his surprise, she did not lean back. Or pull away. She… she moved towards him of her own accord, edging closer, probably willing to kiss him if only she would be the one in control. She could have it, he thought, she could have it all.
Their upper lips brushed when the door opened. Pit yelped, wincing, straightening like a soldier.
"Ah, Pit, there you are," Palutena greeted cheerfully. He blinked at her, coming out of his haze. He blinked again, finding that Viridi had somehow beamed across the room, pretending to be immensely busy with searching a now empty cabinet.
"You're on," Palutena smiled and he nodded. Still slightly dumbfounded, Pit followed his goddess out the door, when a hand grabbed his wrist. His heart soared when Viridi pecked his cheek so fleetly, it was like a soft breeze.
"Good luck," she whispered and he smiled. A determined smile.
He would show her.