Damn! I'm finally updating kind of, sort of, quickly for once! Wow! First LtWR. Now this! Hope you guys are proud of me! XD Truthfully, I already have the majority of this chapter written before chapters 6 and 7. That was because I intended this to be chapter 6. However I felt that the pacing would then be too fast given what's coming up, so I laid it off until now. But anyways, you readers are in for a real treat in this chapter. Let's just say...you finally learn something that's been hovering over this story for the longest time. And there's definitely going to be some drama in here. Ohohoho...but yeah. I'll stop so you guys can just get to the juicy parts. Enjoy!

Red Light Stops

"Oh thank you so much, Marth!" Pit embraced his friend tightly, his hands not once losing his grip on the present that Marth gave him. After his quick hug the boy leaned back to give the college student a kiss. Marth eagerly returned both kiss and hug. He felt his heart fluttering rapidly at the joy Pit's happiness brought to him. After a few seconds of enjoying the soft touch, Marth finally broke the small connection to smile at his friend.

"Do you really like them?"

"I love it! I can't wait to blow bubbles with them!" Pit relinquished his embrace to examine the four bubble blowers and jar of bubble soap Marth made for him. He touched the wands gently, giggling slightly at the fuzzy sensations the pipe cleaners provided. The fluorescent jar contrasted its gift companions with its smooth feeling but it didn't make Pit like it any less. He could just imagine all the bubbles he would be able to blow with these new toys. He giggled again at the thought of it. Not being able to take his impatience anymore, the boy grabbed a hold of Marth's hand. "Come on! Let's go blow bubbles right now before Dad comes home!"

Marth allowed his beloved friend to lead him upstairs to his window. He couldn't stop himself from smiling the whole way, not like he didn't want to express his happiness at the moment. He initially worried that Pit wouldn't like his gift as they seemed too crude (when they could have been easily mistaken as professional work) but his anxiety was ill-founded like it usually was whenever it concerned with Pit's liking to his things. Now that those fears were put to rest, he could enjoy the rest of the afternoon with Pit, something he was more than content to do.

After they more or less confessed their loving feelings for each other, Marth found that they were much closer to and understood each other more. He felt more at home at Pit's house than his own apartment. Sometimes Pit tried to persuade Marth to actually sleepover, but the college student refused each time. Though he wanted to he felt that it would be better if he rejected the offer. That and their new relationship didn't stop him from staying over before leaving at ten or even later as usual.

However the major change was their interactions with each other. While they continued to spend time together doing their usual activities of story-telling, picture-drawing, and bubble-blowing, sometimes Pit would stop to kiss Marth. Other times Marth decided to be the instigator and kiss Pit. It didn't matter who started it but the other male would always eagerly responded. When they didn't kiss, the two friends would also enjoy quiet moments of cuddling. They never went further than that, though Marth had a sneaky suspicion that if he wanted to, they could. He always drove that thought away despite it always relapsing against his wishes. He was glad that he was able to show restraint when it concerned with Pit. Otherwise he was absolutely certain Link would not be happy. Fortunately it didn't seem like Pit's father suspected a thing. Both of them did a good job keeping it a secret.

As they finally settled down in Pit's room to test out the bubble wands, Marth had some quiet time to think to himself. Again he wondered whether it was right for him to continue their relationship like this. It wasn't normal, not by a longshot. Was it even right for him to have feelings for a person younger than himself and a male at that? Truthfully, albeit it was wrong by social standards or even possibly his family's principles, he could care less. He found somebody he loved and was able to be passionate about. Wasn't that a good thing especially since he was practically a zombie before he met Pit?

It would be, if the circumstances surrounding them weren't so complicated. There was that little problem with Link. Although Marth didn't know the details of the relationship between Link and Pit, he had a feeling that it was obviously taboo. If the kisses on the lip that Link gave to his son weren't evidence enough, then the bruises that Marth would sometimes spot around Pit's neck suggested a lot more than meets the eye. The first time he saw them was when they sat together on the couch simply relaxing. He had been petting Pit's head soothingly when he noticed them. When Marth asked, Pit immediately slapped a hand in a futile effort to cover the purple markings. He squeaked a nervous "nothing!" and stared at Marth with a frightened expression. The college student quickly pulled his beloved in a reassuring hug, cooing comfort words to him. He managed to calm Pit down that time but a few consecutive days after that incident, the boy began wearing turtle-necks. Marth didn't comment much on the change in attire other than how he thought it looked good on Pit. He knew that Link played a part in this change. The bruises must have healed once Pit reverted back to his usual clothes.

He honestly didn't want to believe what he was suspecting. All the evidence so far seemed to point that way, yet all Marth could really do is wonder about the true relationship between the father and son. Wondering somehow gave the hope that the thought might not be true. That everything he imagined was too outrageous to be true. There was possibly no way, right? That Link and Pit were-.

"Marth?"

Pit's voice suddenly snapped the college student out of his thoughts. He looked to his side where Pit stared at him with worry. He had the white, star-shaped bubble wand in his hand while Marth currently held the blue, diamond-shaped wand. They stood near Pit's window to follow the rules of no soap inside the house. The colors of the setting sun let Marth know to keep the eye on the clock to be ready for dinner. Pit tilted his head to the side.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Marth replied with a smile. "I'm just thinking about some things…"

"Oh. I'm thinking about some things too!"

"Really? So what are you thinking about?"

Pit giggled nervously, "Is it okay if I just keep it to myself?"

Marth sensed the hesitation in Pit's voice and quickly comforted him, "Of course. You don't have to share." He smiled at Pit's relief. Although he wanted to know what was obviously bothering his friend, if Pit didn't want to talk about it then Marth wouldn't push him. The boy turned his head back to the window to continue blowing his bubbles. To anybody outside, those fluorescent orbs might be the only signs that Pit even existed. Marth found himself staring at Pit intently, thinking how fortunate he was to have met the boy on a whim of changing his routine. Although he had fallen back into the realm of repeating a humdrum, this routine of his was much more enjoyable than his previous ones. He didn't realize that he stared at Pit too long until the boy looked over with a surprised look.

"Are you sure you're all right, Marth?"

"O-oh, I'm sure." For some reason, Marth felt embarrassed that Pit caught him staring. However the brunette didn't seem to mind as he giggled slightly before giving him a light peck.

"Okay then. If you're sure."

"Haha, I'm sure," Marth chuckled as he grabbed hold of Pit and pulled him into a hug. Pit shrieked with laughter at the unexpected action. He then felt a familiar feeling near his ribs and his laughter increased. He could barely hear Marth's own laughter as the sensation of being tickled filled him. They struggled against each other playfully before Marth exhaled a breath and held Pit close. "Whew! I'm beat. Why don't we slow down and get dinner ready? How does that sound?"

Pit nodded in agreement. "Okay." After untangling themselves from each other, they headed down the stairs together towards the kitchen. The pair, now used to working together, quickly prepared some choice cuts for dinner. They were almost done with the steaks when the sound of the opening door reached their ears. Marth smiled to himself as Pit immediately left the kitchen to greet his father. Marth could hear the boy chatter excitedly to his father about the gift the college student had given him. Footsteps racing up and down the stairs let the blunette know how Pit rushed to show Link the wands and jar. Marth could also make out the encouraging words Link gave to his son before said brunette pulled his father into the kitchen for dinner. When they sat down as usual, Link tried to persuade Pit to put Marth's gift away. He gave up when Pit refused repeatedly, wanting to keep the present close to him.

Before he took a bite Link gave Marth a puzzling look. The older man opened his mouth to say something before deciding against it. He shook his head with a small smile. Marth supposed that that smile was Link's small way of saying thanks as the father dove right into the steak he made. He turned his attention to his own food, Pit doing the same. For a while, only the clinking of utensils against the plates and the swallowing of the meat were the sounds of the house. It was very peaceful. Just like a normal family.

Pit inhaled deeply, taking in the delicious aroma of the dinner he helped Marth prepare. Two of the most important people in the world to him didn't notice his self-encouragement. Pit gathered his courage with his heart beating a million pulses a second. Sometimes his heart skipped when he faltered at the thought of rejection. The boy tried to drive that negative thought away so he wouldn't lose heart. Once he believed that he was ready, he plunged right in:

"D-dad?" His voice still came out in a stutter.

"Yes, Pit?"

"Can…can I go outside tomorrow?"

Dead silence.

Pit flinched slightly when Link placed his knife and fork down a little more harshly than he intended. The boy found himself wondering why, oh why, today Marth had to decide to make steak for them. His father was scary enough at times without sharp utensils in hand. He didn't need anything else to establish his dominance.

Marth's head also snapped up at Pit's sudden question. Meal forgotten, he calmly watched the scene between father and son unfold before him yet his pulsing heart would have told anybody else otherwise. Every muscle in him tensed in preparation to calm down the possible storm threatening to rise. Yet he also wondered why Pit suddenly decided to ask this. The boy had given no hints of his plan to ask his father that fated question throughout the past few days. Marth paused when he remembered how earlier today Pit said how he was thinking of something. Could this have been it? But what could have convinced him to ask of something that seemed to be established so long ago? Perhaps…perhaps it was Marth's gift that gave him the courage to finally ask? From how tightly Pit was clutching onto his wands and bottle, it seemed like that was the magic feather for him. Yet it was painfully clear from Link's deep frown that he didn't approve of what Pit had just asked him.

"Pit…" Link inhaled deeply to calm down the dreadful sensation rising in his chest. "We've discussed about…this…and we agreed that you can't go outside. It's far too dangerous for you."

"But Dad. If you and Marth go with me, then it wouldn't be so dangerous, right?"

"Marth?!" Link's voice was shriller than he intended as he didn't expect the blunette's name to be uttered. He locked eyes with the college student, who met his gaze steadily. "…did you put him up to this?" the older man asked in a low voice. Marth shook his head calmly.

"I simply told him stories about the outside and that if he wanted to, he could go outside."

"You WHAT?!"

Pit winced from the sheer volume that his father mustered. Present to his chest, he cowered in his seat, hoping futilely that the table might be able to shield him from his father's reddening face. The boy had done enough wrong in the past to understand when his father was ready to blow a fuse. Link narrowed his eyes at Marth, the scarlet anger piercing through Link's normally calm cobalts. To his deep frustration, the college student didn't as much as flinch from his glare. Marth kept his eyes trained on the father. He could tell from Link's tightly clenched jaw how much of an effort it took the man to keep himself calm and collected. Nobody moved for some time as Link worked for shreds of tact. After what seemed like an eternity for Pit, his father finally stood up and pointed to the living room. "We'll talk in there, Marth. Pit, finish your meal," the man said in a tight voice. Without waiting to see the blunette respond, Link stepped bitterly out of the vicinity of Pit's frightened hearing.

Marth stood up and couldn't help but cast a look at his young companion. He saw the fear in Pit's eyes, the boy's face much paler than normal. Despite the bleakness of the whole matter and the sinking feeling in his heart, Marth smiled reassuringly in hopes to calm the boy down. The college student then left Pit to his own regrets. He found Link pacing back and forth when Marth stepped into the room. At the sound of the student's footsteps, the father looked up, the scowl still on his face. He stopped his pacing to cross his arms in vehemence.

"I told you before. Pit isn't allowed outside at all. No excuses, no exceptions."

Why? Why isn't he allowed outside?

Instead Marth simply nodded, "Yes. You did."

"Then why did you tell him he could go outside? Why did you tell him stories about the outside? He's getting ideas he shouldn't be getting because you did that."

Because he deserves to know.

"Is it so wrong to tell him those stories when he could clearly learn from it?"

Link's scowl deepened, if that was even possible. "It is if it's encouraging him that he could step a foot out of this house."

He should be encouraged to try new things.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with that."

"There is when Pit is not allowed outside."

Marth felt something boil inside of him. Though the sensation was rare, it was by no means an unfamiliar emotion. He had felt it before, the most recent time being when Ike joked about tagging along with him to see the bubbles. Yet unlike that time the college student managed to keep his slow irritation under wraps at the present moment. It wouldn't aid the situation if he lost his temper now as even Link was being considerate enough to work his own anger under control. Marth inhaled deeply before finally asking the question he wanted to know since day one. He looked at Link dead in the eyes, "Why isn't Pit allowed outside?"

Link had a ready answer, as if he was waiting for that to finally be asked of him. "It's far too dangerous for him."

"Too dangerous?" Marth repeated. He remembered how Pit had told him the exact same thing. Perhaps there was something about Pit that he didn't really know about that merited such iron protection from his father. The blunette pressed on, "Does he have a serious medical condition?"

Link recognized the worry clear in Marth's voice. His brow furrowed at that but didn't really comment on that detail. Instead he shook his head to the inquiry. "No. It's just too dangerous for somebody like him to be out there. He can't survive out there."

"So you are worried that some bad thing would happen to him…like somebody kidnapping him." That wasn't a question. It was a statement.

"…that and worse," Link admitted. At the answer, Marth shook his head disapprovingly.

"Link…your fears aren't sufficient reasons to keep Pit inside forever. You have to let him go outside if you want him to grow…"

"Didn't I tell you? Pit is absolutely not allowed outside. We've already established that it's far too dangerous for him. The only place that Pit could truly be safe is in this house, and there is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. I've seen enough to know the world's capability of damaging my son. And I won't let anybody hurt him." Link's cobalt eyes looked right into Marth's own cerulean hues, letting him know that his last warning also extended to the college student.

Link's bitter, stubborn tone was doing a number on Marth's patience. That in itself was impressive as Marth had large reserves of serenity considering his lifestyle. In the back of his mind, he wondered how Link was able to draw out so many emotions from him at once. As soon as he had that thought, he immediately knew the answer to it. It wasn't Link, per say. It was the subject of their current topic. It was Pit that was making him act like this. It was Marth's love for the boy that made him wish for the best for Pit. Even if Link was Pit's father and should know what was best for him, Marth couldn't help but feel, no, not even feel, knew that it was the wrong approach entirely. As a result he had to do something to change that.

"It's not healthy for him to always be in here. He needs to go out and interact with different kinds of people. Otherwise, he would continue to have a false view of the outside world and won't be able to grow."

"Pit is perfectly fine here. He doesn't have a need for friends or anything else from the outside world."

"Pit is not fine here. He's not growing at all. He's stuck in the same loop without any way of learning new things. He didn't even know that animals couldn't talk!"

Link raised an eyebrow, "And? How is that a problem?"

Now Marth was seeing the same red Link saw at the beginning of this dispute. "How can you expect him to be on his own in the future when he doesn't even know that simple fact?"

"Pit will never be on his own in the future. I resent you even implying that I would think of leaving my son to be on his own forever."

Marth stared at Link incredulously. Was…was this Link's true intent this whole time? To keep Pit in here forever? To not let anybody else have his son? "And if you die before him? What then? He would undoubtedly be on his own."

"Trust me. That's not going to happen," Link snorted with derision.

"It's most certainly going to happen."

"I won't die before Pit, and if I do…" the man's eyes narrowed. Despite himself, Marth couldn't help the shiver that went down his spine. There was something sinister in that statement that the college student didn't want to venture forth to find out. Yet if he wanted to even attempt to change Link's rules concerning Pit, he knew he had to overcome his unease and stand firm. He stared at the man, daring him to finish his sentence. However Link seemed to have sense the discomfort he initially wanted from the college student and dropped his statement, opting for a glare instead. At the impasse, both stubborn parties let the silence stretch to the maximum discomfort. Each side refused to budge on their ideals and knew they could do little to change the other's mind. Yet one was set on it; the second didn't give a damn.

"…so you're just planning to keep Pit here forever? Until he dies?" Marth finally asked. He didn't even realize that he was holding in his breath until he spoke up.

"Yes," the answer came without hesitation.

Perhaps it really was the response that got to him. Or maybe the tone in which Link said it cut right through Marth. Whatever the cause, that simple phrase made the blunette finally lose his composure. "You can't do that!"

"Yes, I will."

"You can't keep him cooped up inside forever! Nobody deserves to live such a sheltered life, especially not Pit!"

"That sheltered life is what would keep my son safe from the outside world! It is far too dangerous for him and I won't let anything happen to him!"

Marth balled his fists, resisting the urge to punch the man in front of him with some difficulty. He yelled, "You keep saying that! But the world isn't entirely dangerous, Link! There is some good in it! Good that you are refusing to let your son experience just because you can't let him go! You can't keep him here forever! It isn't right!"

"I decide what is right for my son!" Link roared. He stepped forward, towering over Marth. However the younger man rebelliously met his gaze without a shiver. "And staying inside this house is what he is going to do! I have already told you that you cannot let him go outside, yet you still encourage him to do so! If you cannot follow the rules of this house, I would make sure that you never come back again! Even if my son likes you, I won't have you corrupting his mind with such lies that the world would be good to him!"

"I am not corrupting his mind! I'm showing him more possibilities than you've ever taught him! You may think that ignorance is bliss, Link, but it's not. Pit shouldn't be scared of stepping outside! If anything, he should be wishing to leave this stupid house because of how it's been trapping him, preventing him from doing anything! You would have let him go outside, encouraged him even, to do something with his life if you loved him e-!"

Marth felt a violent hand smash into his cheek. Unprepared for that action, the college student stumbled backwards, almost falling. Fortunately he regained his balance and state of mind quickly enough to realize that Link had, in his blind fury, struck the blunette. The stinging of the crimson welt prompted Marth to cover it with his hand. He looked up at the man in utter disbelief. Link's eyes expressed his own shock at what he did, his reddening hand frozen in the air. However the father did not express his regret at hitting Marth, and Link's eyes hardened to glower at the college student. He lowered his arm.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Marth," he said through gritted teeth.

Marth needed no further encouragement. He turned on his heel and stormed towards the foyer. He almost couldn't put on his shoes in his rage. Yet as he placed his hand on the doorknob, he hesitated. He looked behind him towards the kitchen. It was painfully obvious to Marth that Pit unquestionably heard every word of their shouting fight, and it disheartened him that Pit had to experience that. The temptation to go back into the kitchen and apologize to the boy almost overtook him before he decided that he could, no, should see Pit one last time. There was no telling whether Link was going to let him come back to visit after this dispute of theirs. Marth actually stepped forward towards the kitchen when Link walked through. The man hardened his eyes in a scowl once again. Upon seeing him, Marth hesitated once more before steeling himself to push forward. If Link wanted to stop him, he could. However Pit would see it and it wouldn't do any good on the father's part. Marth entered the kitchen with no opposition.

Pit started when he saw Marth walking towards him with the painful mark of Link's hit. His eyes widened with anxiety and fear as he placed the wand and jar on the table. Once the blunette was close, the boy held Marth's head gently to examine the injury. "Are you okay, Marth? What happened?" Pit asked, his whole figure trembling.

Marth faltered in thought at what to tell his young companion. After a moment of arguing with himself, he finally smiled reassuringly at Pit, "Nothing happened, Pit. I'll…just be going away for a while. I'll come back when I can, all right?"

"Going away? Why? Does your friend need help again?" Pit couldn't stop his voice from quivering. It tore Marth's heart in two to hear that from him. Those same two pieces of what used to be called a heart almost died when he saw something clear gathering at the corner of the boy's eyes. He knew that Pit knew that that evidently wasn't the case, that something else was making Marth go away for the time being. Yet Marth couldn't bring himself to tell Pit the truth, that this may as well be the last time they saw each other. As a result he didn't want his final image of the boy to be crying.

Marth smiled albeit he couldn't keep the sadness out of his eyes, "Something like that…I'll be back when I can, yes?"

"…" Pit was silent for a moment before he moved closer to Marth. The college student felt the boy's hands pull him closer and knew what Pit wanted. However, unlike the many times they've kissed, Marth didn't let this one go through. He abruptly stepped clear of his companion, earning a look of deep confusion and deep hurt. Marth's sad smile was frozen on his face as he moved away from Pit.

"Good-bye, Pit," he muttered. He closed his ears to Pit's sad cry. The college student avoided gazing at Link's pointed look as he brushed past him. He was glad that the man made no comment at what transpired in front of him. Marth reached the foyer and placed his hand on the doorknob once again. Unlike last time, he didn't hesitate to open the door and step out of the cursed house. The door clicked shut, and Marth was gone.

Link exhaled a pent-up breath as he sat back down in his chair. He stared at the steak Marth had prepared for them, his mind still processing their quarrel. He wasn't sure if he regretted sending the college student away. He wondered if it was the right choice on his part before angrily shaking his head. No, he made the right choice. He was doing all of this for his son, and Marth had no right in saying that he didn't love Pit enough. Thinking back to what the college student said made his blood boil again. Who was he to question Link's affections for his own son?! The absurdity of it all! There was absolutely no way he was going to let that college student go near Pit ever again. He told himself that he had to make sure that Nadir got that update as well.

"…Dad…" squeaked Pit's timid voice, breaking through Link's murky anger. However he wasn't in the mood to talk to his son right now about anything. And he certainly didn't want to hear any more crazy talk about going outside. He kept his eyes on his food because he knew that if he looked up, his heart would waver at Pit's pained expression. And then he would grab Marth's gift to his son and throw them away in a blind fury. If Link did that, Pit would undoubtedly cry, something he didn't want to see at all.

"This discussion is over, Pit. Finish your meal." Link picked up his utensils bitterly to resume his dinner. "I don't want to hear another word about this, understand?" He moved to cut his steak, yet he knew that he had enough rage in him to damage the plate or even the table. Link repressed that urge but the more he looked at his food, the more he thought about the fight and the more fury increased in him. He finally had it as he forced himself to resist the urge to flip their dining room table. The father stood up, almost making his chair topple over. He noticed how Pit had flinched at his violent action, and his heart tore a bit at the sight. "I need some air," he muttered as an answer to his son's frightened curiosity. Link turned away with his hand reaching for his cigarette pack and lighter in his pocket. He quickly stepped out of the house for a much-needed smoke or two.

Pit, for his part, could only nod numbly in response after some unwillingness. He sorrowfully watched his father leave before slowly resuming his lonely meal. He made a mental note to himself to make sure to comfort his father to the best of his abilities after dinner. However the boy wished that Marth would have stayed a bit longer so that he could give him the same comfort. Despite what his common sense told him, Pit hoped against hope that he would be able to see Marth once more.

Marth undeniably shared the same wish as Pit while on his way home. Though he was realistic enough to know the impossibility of the option after what transpired, he couldn't stop himself from hoping that he would be allowed back to visit Pit again. He could scarcely remember how life was back then for him without Pit and the rare moments he did, Marth realized how empty of a life he had been living. It actually made him regret doing some of the whimsical things he did in the past as he saw that if he had been a bit more productive, he might have been able to share more knowledge with Pit than what he had currently. Admittedly though Marth had taught Pit more things than anybody else could, even if he found it to be an inadequate amount. He wanted to show the boy more things and let him experience for himself what it meant to live, not survive.

That was all Pit did in that house, survive. He didn't live. Pit didn't have a life at all.

A vibration snapped Marth out of his thoughts. He reached into his pocket to pull out his cell phone. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a familiar name on the screen. No, unfortunately it wasn't Pit's name. It was actually Lucina who was calling. He felt the familiar pangs of regret in his chest, pangs that almost overwhelmed him if he didn't inhale deeply to keep his composure. He quickly clicked the pick-up option and placed his phone next to his ear. "Hello?" it didn't surprise him how his voice choked as he inquired a greeting.

"Marth? Are you all right?" came Lucina's concerned voice.

Unbeknownst to her, her cousin rubbed his eyes. Their relationship was more on the sibling level than a cousin level, so she always seemed to know when something was bothering Marth. Yet this time anybody probably could have seen the college student upset. "I'm…I'm fine. Just a bit tired…" he responded.

"I see…well, are you too tired to pick me up? You did promise me after all."

"Right, right…I almost forgot."

"Almost? You mean you did," teased Lucina. Despite the aches, Marth cracked a small albeit sad smile as if she was able to see his expression.

"I'll be right over, Lu. Just give me some time."

"Of course. I'll be waiting here inside the airport. See you soon."

The beeping sound notified Marth that the call was done. His arm fell loosely to his side as he stared at the sidewalk. Despite his protests his mind went back to the earlier fight and, more importantly, Pit's sorrow. He wondered if there was hope, any hope left, that he would be able to see Pit again. It was difficult to know especially since with Link so furious at him, the answer seemed so obvious. As a result tonight might have been the last time he ever saw his beloved Pit. At least he managed to give his gift to the boy? At least that was something right? A good memory to leave on?

No, that wasn't enough. That wasn't enough at all. Marth had to see Pit again. He just had to. He felt like he would break if he didn't. He wondered-.

Again with the wondering. Didn't he say to himself before that wondering gave a weird hope that something won't come true? Well…in this case, he had to wonder to give himself hope, right? He had to wonder…whether he would be able to see Pit again. He hoped to see Pit again. No, he would see Pit again. This wasn't the end of it. No matter what Link wouldn't be able to separate them forever. And when the right time came, Marth would help Pit step outside for the first time. Just like how Pit wanted today.

Marth tucked his cell phone away and headed to Meta's house.

Ending's a bit cheesy...there was a lot of "wander"...but anyways, questions!

1. What do you think of Link's reasoning for keeping Pit inside?

2. How do you think Pit would deal with this? Would he even be able to deal with this?

3. Have you ever tried to reason with somebody who was just so stubborn that you just have to give up? (I did...multiple times...)

4. How long would you be able to stay away from a loved one? (Hmm...seriously not very long...)

I seriously hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter. I did put in a lot of effort into it, especially the fight scene. Next chapter, I can tell you I'm genuinely excited to write and update because it introduces a looming character. Little hint, he's my Main. But anyways, I gotta cycle through my stories so it might be awhile again before I can update this. I appreciate your patience, and I'll see you next time.