Hello everyone! Hope you're all doing great! I managed to get two chapters done in the last few days, so I upload this one! It's probably one of my favorite chapters so far. I'm having fun writing this story, I feel really into it, and I hope you are too! Next chapter, I will introduce an important element in the story, that will be useful to our angels until the very end! Stay tuned for that!

Enjoy!

Yours truly, Circle of J.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the Kid Icarus series. The deities mentioned are taken from Greek Mythology, remastered the way I imagine them. What I own, on the other hand, is the plot.

Kid Icarus: Heirs of the Light

Chapter 8: Old friends

Dark Pit shot the target with a fully charged blow from his Silver Bow, sighing. Even that couldn't give him any satisfaction. Fighting usually got him in a good mood, except that this all changed when Pit left, a little over a month earlier. Magnus had certified that he'd come back, that he wouldn't let go of either of them, and had explained that this happened also during the episode of the Chaos Ring and that Pit had been there for him… But Dark Pit couldn't believe one word he said. Pit was back with his precious Palutena… Why'd he come back? Part of him hoped that the lighter angel would turn back and rush to his door. On the other hand, though, he wished he would never see his face again, so that he could finally have a chance to forget it—because despite Pit's departure, his twin couldn't bring himself to loathe him, to be mad at him and, most of all, to obliterate him from his memories. Quite the opposite, much to his dismay.

Dark Pit growled under his breath, shut eyes and shot the target once more, tearing off its papery head and sending it flying across his courtyard. The dark angel gritted his teeth, walked up to it, and noticed that it was too badly damaged to be repaired. "Too fucking bad!" he screamed, to express his anger that he had a hard time repressing, and he threw the head in the garbage can.

Whatever, he'd find something else to train with. Mostly, to calm his nerves on.

"That's the third you've broken in two days!" a voice erupted, startling him. When he recognized it, he rolled eyes and groaned, however that did not deter the Goddess. Her long, emerald hair fell down to her knees, even though she had it tied up in a strangely sophisticated ponytail. She had caught her crown in it, and now it almost looked like a fashionable hairpin. Palutena stood in his back, her staff in hand and her godly symbol glowing around her head. "Where did you take them from anyways, since you don't have any money?"

"Why'd you care?" Dark Pit replied, narrowing his eyes at her once he finally turned to look at her. "If you're here, I suppose you locked the poor idiot back in his room for eternity?"

Palutena snorted at the way he talked to her, then she took a step forward, pushing her light, white dress in the process. She wore an empire dress—long, falling flat over her body, with a defined waistline typical of those dresses: right under the breasts—and golden shoes. It seemed to Dark Pit that she was preparing herself for a party, since otherwise she wouldn't have changed her clothing to such a fancy, even ridiculous attire. For a second, he wondered if she came to invite him, but shook the thought off of his mind. Heh… Funny he was still hoping for that. How weak could he be?

The Goddess of Light crossed her arms against her chest and stared right into Dark Pit's eyes, until she sighed and looked off. "Actually, no, he's free to go wherever he wants."

"Now that's surprising, you took off the leash?"

Palutena rolled eyes, shook her head, and couldn't help but smile. "He himself demanded that I come to you."

"And you listen to him since?"

"Since he came back to Skyworld with things he hadn't had time to say to you," the Goddess of Light replied, to which Dark Pit only growled.

"Tell him to jump off of Skyworld's edge, so that he quits bothering me," Dark Pit countered, then he turned his heels and walked towards his tiny house, made out of simple rocks—like most of the houses in the city anyways.

The Goddess of Light observed him as he moved back, away from a conversation he seeked to avoid, and added: "You know, I think you probably should consider what he has to say."

"And what's that?" Dark Pit immediately asked, quickly turning around to face Palutena. His eyes were dry, cold, and hard on her. She felt a large amount of hatred and bitterness coming from him, and thought about leaving him alone—since it seemed to her that he really despised her company, and also the mention of Pit. The dark angel clenched his fists after he had dropped his Silver Bow to the cold ground. "Why am I even asking?" he cursed at himself, before he kept going, barely containing his rage any longer: "I don't care what you think, and above all, I don't care what he has to say, alright? After all, he left!"

"Dark Pit, you know you didn't give him a choice."

"There's always a choice!" Dark Pit harshly replied, then he gritted his teeth. He was about to burst into tears, however he knew he couldn't let Palutena know of his weakness. Even if it meant that he had to hurt himself in the process, he would continue to act as if he loathed Pit for what he did. Thus, the dark angel snarled and shut his eyes in order to withdraw the tears that started to form in their corner. "If he's never taking one, he's a weakling, and it's best if he's away from me."

Palutena scoffed at him. "Now that's rich coming from you."

"Look, let's not make this difficult! All I want is for him—and you—to leave me alone! Did I make myself clear? Get out of my sight!"

Palutena smirked and shrugged one shoulder, amused. Oh, she'd not waste her time there if he really wanted her to leave; she was going back to Skyworld without looking back! She wasn't going to beg for Dark Pit's attention; she honestly couldn't care less if he wanted to talk to her or not. She was doing this for Pit, but she'd just have to tell him the truth, that Dark Pit didn't want to hear from him anymore. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the situation would go back to how things were before Dark Pit was brought into their lives. Everyone would be delighted by that. Well, at least, she knew she would be: their lives were way easier when there wasn't a dark, gloomy copy of her beloved angel to bother them. Thus, she did not reply, did not look at the dark angel as she complied and went back to Skyworld in a flash of heavenly light.

Dark Pit snarled after her departure, losing his gaze in the distance, amongst the clouds and the hundreds of birds that flew around town. He thought about what Pit could have wanted to tell him, whether or not it had been important, before he shook his head and slapped himself across the face. Why did it matter so much? Now that the angel of light had left him behind to go back to his precious Goddess' side, it really didn't mean much, whatever he had to say. If he seriously longed to talk to Dark Pit, he'd have stayed—or, if not, at least he'd have found a way to come down himself and tell him right to his face. "You fool," Dark Pit sighed. "I shouldn't love you."

Without another word directed at his absent twin, the dark angel went back in his house without a glance behind, trying to forget about that crippling pain he felt in his heart. He smirked when he thought that, maybe, Pit had just been stabbed in the heart and that was why he felt that way. It'd be very satisfying, even though highly unlikely. Nonetheless, he preferred to think of that, since he did not want to realize just yet that it could be his own feelings coming into play. He was not an angel who was affected by those… was he? "Nah." He'd never felt anything for anyone in his entire existence prior to arriving in this dimension, that would not change for a stupid, marshmallow-hearted white angel. Poor idiot… Dark Pit thought with a growl. Pit had left, was back to his Goddess, and now just thought about mentioning something to his twin. Dark Pit shook his head and clicked his tongue at the thought; what a plague he was… Sometimes, Dark Pit wondered why he felt so close to him.

"Come on, what's wrong with you?!" he yelled at his own thoughts, frustrated. He nearly slapped himself again and refused to think about it. Dark Pit was nothing like Light Pit, he was his very own person—way stronger, way smarter, way cuter in addition. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, and screams from the amphitheater at the center of the city. The dark angel almost ran to the door, swung it open, and stared in fear as Magnus was standing in front of him, a huge, quite intimidating cut in his bleeding arm. He'd never seen the human wounded, and that all made his worry grow. What was happening?

"Dark angel face, we have to head to the amphitheater! Grab your bow and let's go!" Magnus hurried him, holding his gigantic sword despite his injury—which had to be crippling, considering how much blood was spewing out of it…

Before Dark Pit had any time to ask Magnus about the situation and why he needed his help, there was an audible explosion coming from the amphitheater. Dark Pit ran back to his courtyard, picked up his dirty Silver Bow, and rushed to the center of the town. As usual, he had close to no trouble decimating Underworld forces on his path: they needed no more than one perfectly aimed arrow to explode out of existence—and the dark angel was full of these; he never missed his target. Dark Pit remained focused nonetheless and headed right towards the amphitheater, from which a whole crowd of humans ran in horror.

The sky, which was blue up until then, turned blood red, and the flightless angel gritted his teeth. Magnus had followed his lead and told him to go inside, also that he'd guard the doors to make sure neither Underworld monsters nor humans could make their way in. He had gripped his sword tighter and started to swing it at enemies, whereas Dark Pit had only nodded and brutally forced open the doors of the amphitheater. "Medusa!" he screamed at the top of his lungs when he saw the Goddess, taller than a mountain, standing in front of him. She was nothing more than a projection, but he still felt the need to threaten her. After all, maybe she liked that, since she kept coming back for more. Dark Pit aimed his Silver Bow at the Goddess, whose bloodcurdling laughter only made the angel cringe. "What do you think you're doing, puny Goddess?!"

"Puny? Our little goth hero feels rebellious today, I like that!" Medusa laughed harder, and she leaned in to get closer to the small angel who faced her. Dark Pit groaned in annoyance, wanting to run off, but at the same time the rush of adrenaline pushed him to stand his ground. And that he did, standing proudly in the center of the wrecked amphitheater with a fully charged arrow ready to be shot at the Goddess' face if she dared get too close for comfort. Medusa let her laughter intensify again before she stood back up and looked down at Dark Pit. "You could never defeat me, Dark Pit, but we could make a perfect team."

"Don't make me laugh," he snorted, not losing his focus. "An arrow between your two eyes would do you some good."

Medusa smirked at that. "Such an aggressive little thing… Did Pit break your heart?" she asked, and though she already knew the answer—because everyone was aware of what had happened lately, with Pit's disappearance—she waited for him to say it.

Dark Pit briefly looked pissed off, before he lowered his bow and gulped down all the regrets that had been lingering in his throat for too long. However, he knew that he shouldn't let Medusa know of his weakness, else she'd take advantage of it and hurt everyone who stood on her path. She was not a trustworthy Goddess—none of the Gods deserved to be followed blindly. Dark Pit knew he should remain cautious around them. "You don't have to know about that."

"Aww, that explains it. Our hero is enamored, but the subject of his undying love flew away!"

"Will you shut your mouth?!"

Medusa chuckled and started to vanish into thin air. But right before she did, she turned her eyes to the dark angel and said, in a cheery voice: "You know, Dark Pit, I could give you a hand in destroying dear Palutena… Once she'd be done, Pit would be yours, and yours only."

Dark Pit growled; the thought alone was highly arousing, but he'd not fall right in her trap. Would he…?

"Leave, demon," he whispered under his breath, sounding a lot weaker than he'd have liked to.

"Think about my words, Dark Pit."

The angel raised his head towards her. "Wait a minute. What about that necklace? I'm sure you know something. It was Palutena's doing, wasn't it?"

Medusa frowned but her smile only grew wider at his hypothesis. She looked at him, staying right where she was, and asked: "Why would Palutena do such a thing?"

Dark Pit held onto his Silver Bow tightly without looking away from the Goddess. He collected his thoughts and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he began explaining his thoughts. "She knows Pit is a sentimental moron, and also that he'd believe anything if it comes from an 'upper force'—namely, a God or Goddess. So she gave him that necklace so that he thought he was in love with me all along. Thus, she knew he'd try to get closer to me, and in the end, if I happened to be stupid enough to love him, I'd be at her mercy. "

"That is, as you said, if you fell in love with him," Medusa smirked, then she added: "Now it's visible that you did, Dark Pit."

"Shut up. You have no idea what you're talking about." The angel looked down and growled in anger. He denied that he did, when it was obvious that… it was out of his control. He had fallen for the white angel, fallen higher than if he had been standing on top of a mountain and jumped from it. The fall had been long and painful, until he finally hit the ground, breaking everything he'd ever been—all at once. Dark Pit gritted his teeth at the thought; yes, Pit changed him so much that he barely knew who he was anymore… The worst probably was the fact that he had no regrets whatsoever. He even… felt like the changes were positively affecting him. Dark Pit teared up and shook his head, refusing to think about Pit one more minute. Instead, he focused on Medusa. "No matter—This doesn't matter anymore. He's not coming back anyways."

"Aww, you poor little thing!"

Dark Pit snarled but successfully prevented himself from snapping at the Goddess. It would be too obvious that the subject was sensitive if he did. "Was it Palutena, Goddess? I'm sure you know."

Medusa chuckled but never answered, fully disappearing from view. The Underworld forces withdrew, going back to their 'basement' as Pit would call it. The humans who had been hiding this whole time stormed out and gathered together, probably checking on their friends and family members. There hadn't been a lot of casualties, but like in any battle, there were still a few deaths to mourn. Dark Pit sighed, the wind blowing through his raven hair, before he turned towards Magnus with pained ruby eyes. He had no clue what was happening within him… He somehow felt the urge to accept Medusa's help. Dark Pit shut his eyes and a silent tear rolled down his cheek. He whispered under his breath, while thoughts were battling in his head: "She can give me Pit… I can have him—if I follow her… I don't have to stay with her always, just… until he's mine…"

Hearing the dark angel talking to himself, Magnus walked up to him and seemed reassured when he realized that his angel's friend had not been wounded. He winced at the pain that came from his own arm, and touched the bleeding flesh. He'd have to get medical assistance… Calling upon Palutena's help would be, this time around, useless. "Hey, buddy, you're alright?" he asked Dark Pit, whom he caught staring blankly into the distance.

He was way too serious. Not a good sign in his book. The angel spun around to look at him and let his feelings take over him. "I'm fine, obviously!" he snapped. Then Dark Pit stepped back to where he'd been standing when he was facing Medusa, and his eyes darted towards the open sky. It was back to its original blue color, and this warmed his heart despite what he'd say. It reminded him of his cheerful, sweet little angel… Dark Pit felt his heart ache as he pictured his lighter version standing in front of him, bouncing in place like he often did when he was overwhelmed with happiness. As he scared off the illusion with a groan, the dark angel clenched his left fist and held his Silver Bow with the other hand, then looked down in desperation. "Magnus, you should seek help for your arm. I'll come see you very soon, there's something I need to take care of."

"Dark angel face, you're not… considering what she said… Are you?" Magnus asked.

"I don't know, what does it look like?!"

The human couldn't contain his worry any longer when he said: "Am I not allowed to be concerned for you?"

Dark Pit refused to answer. Instead, he raised his head and looked straight in the eyes of the sun. Its light dazzled him, however he did not let it deter him. Magnus stepped back, going in town to find a doctor to help him with his arm, then heard Dark Pit's voice. The angel was standing in the amphitheater, one arm raised up in the air, and called upon "Viridi!", the Goddess of Nature—that freak who sent a Reset Bomb to destroy a human city during the Uprising. Dark Pit slightly turned towards Magnus, one hand on his hip, and a true, sincere smile crept on his lips. It was probably the first time such a genuine gesture was directed at the human, and thus he felt all the more happy to see it. Dark Pit would never have allowed such a smile to appear on his face if he had known that Magnus was looking at him. Good thing he didn't. "Moody but not heartless," Magnus thought aloud, a smile spreading on his own lips.

A halo of light arose from the Heavens, and soon Dark Pit's wings started to glow in green and, mainly, to grow in size. They were almost twice as large as they were before. He flew towards the sky without a glance behind. Magnus shrugged and went to the nearest doctor for medical assistance. He'd not worry about Dark Pit coming back, because he knew that he would. The dark angel had told him several times that he felt like he was home in this city, that he wished Pit would come and live with him in his tiny house. Magnus doubted that it could fit two inhabitants, but maybe... Since they'd share a room, they could manage.

.oOo.

"I know, Viridi," Dark Pit sighed, then he crossed his arms against his chest. His dark chiton was in very bad condition, sure, why'd he care? Sometimes, the Goddess of Nature really pushed far to bother him…

"I have to make a new one for you now!" the tiny Goddess said, whining already, and Dark Pit rolled his eyes.

"Then why not start right now? That would be progress."

"I can't sew! Never learnt how to!" Viridi exclaimed, before she gritted her teeth and growled in frustration. When would Dark Pit start taking care of himself? Coming back wearing such an outfit… It was uncanny! She was used to the fact that her commanders took great care of their physical condition—after all, Nature had provided them with their bodies! It was an affront to Nature not to pay attention to it, and same thing went for clothes! "How many times have I told you to watch yourself, Pittoo?"

"Call me that again and I punch you right in your stupid face, Viridi!" Dark Pit warned, his eyes suddenly darker than before.

Oh, of course, the nickname had reminded him of Pit. Even though the Goddess of Nature had not intended to hurt him by saying that, it was all the more tempting when she caught his menacing eyes staring at her. Dark Pit had changed, he was somewhat different ever since Pit had been living with him on the Overworld. She wasn't stupid enough not to notice that he ignored her completely whenever she called him out, that he never replied when she talked to him through telepathy, that he wouldn't come when there was a reunion with the other officers of the Forces of Nature… Even Phosphora had said something was off with him. Dark Pit had always been distant, had always been the kind of angel to stand his own ground and sometimes refuse Viridi's authority, but he'd never been silent and reserved. He'd never been hiding, he'd never been fleeing. Dark Pit never avoided a situation, he faced it and expressed the way he felt about it, even when it was to refuse lending a hand.

Viridi glanced at the dark angel, who had turned his back to her and looked in awe at the huge tree at the center of the Sanctum's hall. A few steps led to a door carved in the wood of its trunk—probably Viridi's office. It seemed to be a weeping willow, one of the few trees that Dark Pit was fond of. Such majesty, with its branches diving down. The sunrays, when they were caught in its leaves, glowed an unfamiliar greenish-gold color that mesmerized him every time. The dark angel then looked back at the Goddess standing a few steps away from him and sighed. "Where can I get a new tunic, then?"

"Palutena must have spares of Pit's," Viridi answered, and Dark Pit growled in anger. The little Goddess crossed her arms against her chest and raised an eyebrow at his attitude. "Aww, are you mad because we have to rely on her, Dark Pit?"

"Precisely."

"Next time, you'll take care of your belongings!" Viridi replied, smirking in triumph.

Dark Pit's only answer was another groan, then he nodded and accepted to ask for Palutena's assistance. The Goddess of Nature turned heels and walked to the center of the weeping willow, calling upon Palutena and asking her to come over with a spare tunic—if she happened to have one—since Dark Pit couldn't take care of what belonged to him. The Goddess of Light answered that she'd be over in under ten minutes, which satisfied Viridi enough for her to thank her for her service. Usually, she'd never thank her, but rather tell her to hurry up and stop bothering her. However, this time, it was a huge favor that Palutena was granting her and Dark Pit, and proper manners only came naturally to Viridi.

The dark angel knocked down at the door and allowed himself to step in, despite the fact that the Goddess hadn't replied. He felt invited everywhere anyways… What could she say? Even if she yelled at him, urged him to walk out, he'd just stand there, hands on his hips, and smirk like the asshat he really was. "Insolent little piece of…" Viridi growled, but she refrained herself from cursing. Instead, she sighed loudly. "Aughh… You are the most intruding officer I've ever had to deal with!"

"Thanks, love," Dark Pit replied, smirking at the light blushing of the Goddess.

"Don't do that with me!" Viridi exclaimed, hiding her reddening cheeks from his view. "Just because you look like Pit doesn't allow you to play with my feelings for him!"

The dark angel shrugged one shoulder before peeking at what she was writing. "Well, you've never told him anyways."

"You know he's too oblivious to understand anything," Viridi said in response.

"Mhm, he's not the brightest in the bunch!" Dark Pit agreed, then his eyes wandered off as he muttered between his teeth: "Yet he's still the hero, what do you want…"

Viridi nodded, and couldn't help but smirk at the tint of jealousy that she heard in her officer's voice. The rivalry between Pit and Dark Pit had always been an important issue, but it seemed to her that it had grown even stronger over time. She had no idea why Dark Pit wanted to be superior to Pit by all means, but she found it rather cute. Suddenly, while still thinking about it, Viridi noticed the dark angel's eyes, which focused on the paper she was writing on. "Hey!" she cried out, and she quickly hid the letter she was writing with her arm over it. "That's awfully intrusive to look at what a Goddess is writing for one of her commanders!"

"Then don't write in front of me?" he snapped, rolling eyes. "You expect me not to be curious."

"No, Dark Pit; I expect you to be polite!"

Dark Pit huffed and stepped back, giving the Goddess a sense of privacy, despite the fact that he was still walking around her room. There wasn't much to see: a mirror that looked like a replica of the Mirror of Truth—undoubtedly built to try and reproduce the original in order to generate more troops, a wooden chair next to the desk on which Viridi was writing, and several bookshelves, all made from natural elements only. The angel had a thought for his own room in the Sanctum and jealousy crept in his heart; his room was simple, barely furnished, compared to this small office. Privileges, he thought to himself. Sometimes, he wished he could go back to his dimension, where he himself was a God. He had an office just as furnished there; he missed it.

The angel returned his attention to Viridi when she stood up, brushing her hair with an organic, natural hairbrush—she had insisted on the 'organic' part. He raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on his lips, and put a hand on his hip. The Goddess caught his glance on her and looked away, sighing. "Liking what you see?" she accused him, and he shook his head in exasperation.

"Not particularly, though I think I know someone who would," Dark Pit joked around, and Viridi groaned.

"Stop it!" she cried out, putting down her brush and looking right into his eyes. "Seriously!"

At this point, she was almost begging. Dark Pit rolled eyes but agreed and stopped ruffing around the subject. After all, he wouldn't like it if Viridi did the same thing to him. He admitted that Pit was also a very sensitive subject for him—one that he never ever wanted to mention around the Goddess of Nature, since she was a real teaser in nature and would jump on the occasion to get on his nerves. Never ever, he swore to himself. He remembered that one time where he had been sitting on his bed, letting his dreams take over him, and had kissed the air hoping it'd be Pit's lips instead. He recalled how panicked, how shocked and upset he had become when Viridi walked in, grinning at him. Dark Pit rolled eyes; everyone around the Sanctum had been taunting him with that since that day. Mainly Phosphora, because she was a… Anyhow. Strangely enough, Viridi hadn't paid much thought to it, she hadn't mentioned it to the dark angel, despite the fact that they had been alone more than once. He'd have thought that she would make fun of him, or even be jealous—nothing of the sort, or so it seemed at least.

Maybe asking Viridi why she hadn't said anything about it would be a great idea. Dark Pit raised his head, looked right into the Goddess' eyes, and opened his mouth. However, no words came out of it. He remained frozen before the curious little Goddess, before he finally managed to spit it out: "There's one thing that's been bugging me. You know that one time you caught me kissing in the air?"

"Hm?"

Dark Pit bit his lower lip, but he wasn't one to be disheartened so easily. He pushed aside the crippling pain in his stomach and continued: "You've never talked about it. I'd be damned if I didn't think you'd poke fun at me for that."

"That's honestly none of my business," Viridi answered, shrugging it off. "Besides, what's the point of rubbing salt on the wound? I know what that feels like, Pit isn't… very clever when it comes to these things. Of course, that was probably the funniest sight I've had of you, Pittoo, whining Pit's name and kissing the air, but… At the same time, I guess I felt pity for you. Shared experiences and all that."

"So you've also kissed in the air thinking about him?"

Viridi laughed at that. "Nah, wasn't such a desperate little brat. But now that I say it out loud, that description fits you just like your clothes!"

The dark angel frowned, unhappy with the answer he'd gotten, and was about to reply harshly when he was interrupted by the sound of Palutena's voice in the main hall below. Viridi gave him a glance that asked if he wanted to come down with her, but he shook his head and sat in the chair instead. He'd wait until she was done, he had no will of seeing Palutena after the altercation they had in the morning. Plus, there was a high enough chance that Pit had accompanied her… He'd never allow himself to see his face again, to plunge into his sapphire eyes. He'd rather stay away. He quickly found something to distract himself from the arrival of the Goddess of Light: there was a weapon, still a work in progress, on the desk. It looked like a bow, however Dark Pit wasn't exactly sure how it was supposed to work. "What's that meant to be, Viridi?" he asked.

"A bow, stupid! Made out of floral elements only—a masterpiece, isn't it?" she answered him, and he smiled, all the more amazed.

Focused on the new object of his attention, Dark Pit startled when Viridi closed the wooden door behind her after she'd left to greet her visitor—hopefully in singular form. The angel couldn't help but feel slightly curious, so he dared to open the door and peek outside. He could very obviously see Palutena with a black tunic in her arms, and let out a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn't have to be wearing white clothes… He wouldn't have to be like Pit. Viridi's voice rose as she spoke with Palutena, joking about how her officer couldn't take a single care of anything, and they laughed together. Dark Pit was delighted, since he didn't hear any other voice with th—

"Where's Pittoo? Is he around, Viridi?" the hero's voice erupted from the sudden silence, and Dark Pit's heart missed a beat. He hid in the office, going straight for the corner at the end of the room and sitting down, bringing his legs to his chest. He was behind a seat, nobody would see him, right?

Wait… Why am I hiding? he thought to himself, without finding the courage it took to stand back up. Pit couldn't see him in this room, since he was in the hall and the door was now fully closed. He had no way of knowing his dark counterpart was there, so what… what was he hiding from? That was when he realized what truly scared him. I'm hiding from my own self… My feelings… Dark Pit gulped and a single tear fell down his cheek. His body shook more than a leaf and his cheeks flustered with the blood rushing to his face. More tears soon followed the first, and he found himself sobbing, curled up in a ball in the corner of Viridi's office, where nobody would find him. He could faintly hear Pit's voice, he could hear him plead, ask for Viridi to lead him to his twin, but the Goddess did a good job at hiding the fact he was in the Sanctum.

"Please Viridi! I know he was supposed to come today, Arlon told me!"

Damn you, fucking Arlon… Dark Pit thought, however he focused on the conversation in the hall.

"Pit, no need to whine, okay? He left already!"

Pit sighed. "Can you please tell him I want to see him? It's important…"

"Not today, Pit," Palutena spoke up, much to Dark Pit's surprise. Since when did she take his defense? Oh. No. She probably wasn't. She just didn't want Pit to see Dark Pit ever again. All of a sudden, that felt more accurate. "Pittoo isn't here and we shouldn't interrupt his affairs. He's probably busy on the Overworld."

"Aw, man…"

"Don't sulk, Pit!" Viridi tried to cheer him up—there she was, the little Goddess who gave up to her feelings. Dark Pit smirked at the thought; she just couldn't resist, no matter how dense Pit was. "Now now."

Dark Pit's heart shattered when he heard the disappointment in Pit's voice when he agreed to follow the two Goddesses to another room, where Viridi claimed they'd be better to talk. Dark Pit sniffed loudly but covered his mouth, noticing that everybody had stopped speaking.

"What was that?" Pit asked the two Goddesses he walked along with, staying alert in case a threat lurked in the shadows. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Viridi inquired—well played, but the dark angel doubted that would fool Pit.

Dark Pit cursed under his breath and prayed to Zeus that he wouldn't come upstairs and find him. "Please, make him go away…" he whispered, joining his hands in a prayer. Viridi was the first one to speak up, once again advising that they head towards another room. Even though the dark angel could decipher the pain in Pit's voice, his lighter version agreed to follow her and soon, there was no sound left in the hall. Dark Pit stood on his feet and rushed out of the office.

He felt relieved to see that everyone had left. He put a hand over his chest, caught his breath, and wiped his face with his arm. "Stupid me… Why'd I cry for this idiot?" he asked himself, voicing out his thoughts.

"Hiya Pittoo!"

When Dark Pit withdrew his arm, opening his eyes in shock, Pit was there.

To be continued…

Updated: 02/11/2019