AN: Hey, guys. After a while, you know what you want to say? You kind of want to say, "Fuck it." …but anyways! That's all I really got XD Hope you guys enjoy the story!

Lies become Truths

Outside was a lot colder than inside. That was the first thing Pit noticed as the frigid air bit into his cheeks. The boy pulled his jacket tighter around him and fished for his hood. His bubble wand was still in his hand when he tightly clenched the lower part of his hood together to protect his neck. Despite his fingers turning into ice, Pit continued to light his way through the means of his flashlight. The street looked a lot different with him standing outside than him viewing it from his window. The buildings around him towered over him like so many…mountains. They made him smaller than he really was, which did not help him with his self-confidence. He already had trouble convincing himself to walk down the streets in secret by himself. He didn't need any imaginative disapproval from the inanimate objects around him either.

Inhaling a deep breath, Pit finally, nervously convinced himself to take a step forward. He took another step. And another. And another. Another one. Another one. Until finally he was walking down the sidewalk with only a circle of light to guide his way. The young boy had to remind himself to breathe lest he forgot from the paralysis of fear. At times the light would jump to another spot faster than the eye could follow, as if it sniffed out a danger to notify its master of. No such dangers came, though that didn't stop the young boy's heart from pulsing fiercely in his head every second. The wind constantly howled a scolding sound in his ears, and Pit soon found his teeth chattering away even with his warm clothes.

He wasn't sure how long he walked for but he felt that it must have been extremely long. The winds constantly howled its freezing temperature, sometimes blowing the boy this way and that before he could regain his footing. His hands numbed to the point that he feared he wouldn't be able to keep his grip on his only light source. Although there were streetlamps posted along the sidewalk, none lit his way. Having no lights added to the secrecy of it all, though some small light other than his own would have helped cheer him up. The only thing that kept him going was the yellow bubble wand in his left hand. Looking at it constantly reminded him that he would be able to see his dear friend Marth again soon. That was, if he could survive the night.

Pit desperately wanted to see Marth again. He missed the older male immensely. It wasn't like the aching feeling the boy felt when Link left. No, this sensation hurt a lot more. He constantly thought about Marth and couldn't wait for the next day to come so the college student would visit again. More than once Pit pleaded with Marth to simply sleepover all the time. There were points when Pit became hopeful that Marth would do it as the college student seemed to be on the verge of saying yes. However he refused every single time, reassuring Pit that he would visit as much as possible and stay as long as possible to make up the lost time. And now…Marth was gone. The lump in Pit's throat grew bigger when he had that thought. Marth was gone from his life. Gone forever, never to be seen, or touched, or kissed again. Because his father misunderstood that the college student tried to get Pit to go outside. Because his father became angry with Marth's supposed insolence. Because his father was jealous.

His father…Pit shivered again, not from the cold this time, but from the thought of how furious his dad would be when he found out that the boy broke the number one rule in that house. He couldn't remember the last time he disobeyed his dad. That must have been when he was younger, a time period that was still a bit scrambled in his mind. Despite that he was certain that Link became very angry with the boy, almost as furious with Marth, and the punishment he gave out back then certainly persuaded Pit never to disobey him ever again. That thought almost made him turn back to ensure that he wouldn't a punishment like that again. Pit had to use the blissful memories of his time with Marth to shoo the less favorable thought of his father's wrath and lend him courage to continue forward again.

Yet Pit had to wonder why he told himself that his father was jealous of Marth. The other two statements he made before were observations anybody could have easily seen. The last statement was made by Pit quietly. There was really no hard evidence to suggest that Link ever felt that emotion against Marth. After all, the boy was certain that he gave equal amounts of his affection to both parties, more so to his dad obviously because they've been together longer. So Link shouldn't have any reason involving Pit to be envious of Marth. Yet something deep inside Pit whispered to him that his dad was jealous. He didn't know about the exact details but this resentment was the main reason that Link drove Marth away. Pit hoped that his gut feeling was wrong despite it feeling so right.

Lost in his thoughts, the young boy didn't realize that he had entered a dark alleyway. He flinched instinctively at the sudden crunch underneath his foot. The sound magnified in the surrounding silence and tore him away from his thoughts. He lifted his leg to see what it was, the familiar sight of an opened Cheetos bag greeting him. Pit let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he put his foot back down in a clear area. No longer distracted by inner turmoil, he looked around to see where he was. He was surprised to see that on either side he was bounded by red walls made of bricks, he learned from Marth. The space between those two walls seemed large enough to allow three men to walk abreast. Other trash besides the Cheetos bag littered the concrete, and Pit switched his hand position from his neck to his nose as the horrible stench took priority over the bitter cold. Before him was a large metal fence with a groaning door. He could see distant, bright lights beyond that point. Though it seemed like a long way, Pit surmised that that was the city where Marth lived. Excitement swelling in him, he began to sprint towards the fence.

He reached it quickly, stopping just in front of the metallic door. The boy quickly grabbed onto the door's edge before releasing it from the burning cold that sent violent shivers through Pit's arms all the way down to his toes. He pressed his palm on his jacket to recover some warmth. Once he was sure that he was ready to try again, Pit slowly inched his hand towards the door this time. He held the door, taking in the cold once again. Once he was used to it he attempted to tug on it. A rattling sound below prompted him to look down. A rusty chain with a lock wrapped around the door's edge and the fence to prevent anybody from entering. Pit's heart dropped when he realized that now he had to look for a different route to see Marth. And who knew how long that would take. He wasn't even sure how long it had taken him to reach this point. What if Link was already home and had discovered that Pit wasn't in bed? What would his father do then? The thought froze him faster than the blustery weather. So what was he to do? Continue looking for Marth? Or go home in failure? Pit had no idea.

It was his indecision that allowed strong hands to easily grab him by his wrists. Before his mind could process it, those same hands slammed him into one of the brick walls. Pit cried out from the unfamiliar pain and attempted to curl up. However those hands gripped him tight. The impact of the wall had knocked the flashlight from his grip, but he managed to tighten his grasp around his yellow bubble wand. His flashlight slammed onto the ground hard before its yellow circle died, preventing him from getting a real good look at his assailants. He could only make out three human shapes, all towering menacingly over him. Again he tried to curl into a protective ball.

"Since when did you turn into such a fucking wuss, Nadir?" a harsh voice asked. Pit flinched from the intensity of the tone and foul usage of language before he realized that these strangers had mistaken him as his older brother. He remembered Nadir talking about how he encountered scary people on a daily basis. Why would his brother do that when he could easily avoid them? Pit wasn't sure and he didn't know if he even wanted to know. All he knew was that he wanted to say that they had the wrong person and for them to let him go. However he was too petrified to do anything other than shrivel up and whimper.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This ain't Nadir."

"What drugs are you on, of course it's him!"

"It ain't Nadir! Are you two fucking blind?"

Suddenly a flash of light caused Pit to squint his eyes shut. The yellow light still shone on his closed eyelids. He tried to turn his face away but a rough handling kept his head in place.

"Looks like him, but it's not."

"Could have easily dyed his hair. Kid, open your eyes."

At the command, Pit shook his head as best he could with the hand still holding him tight. He didn't want to look as he knew he would be inflicted with the weird, colorful shapes that you always saw after staring straight into a light source for too long. That was one reason. Another was that he didn't want to see exactly the face of his assaulters as he imagined them to be extremely grotesque. He didn't want to remember something like that for the rest of his life.

"Open them if you know what's good for you," the same person, the one who knew the truth, snarled. Something pressed against Pit's throat, and his instincts told him not to move. Pit whimpered in fear as his heart pulsed wildly in his ears. Yet he still didn't obey. It was only until the object dug a bit deeper into his skin did he finally open his eyes just the slightest bit.

"Wider, damnit."

Pit blinked multiple times as he tried to resist his instincts screaming at him to close his eyes against the light. He managed to keep his eyes open for longer periods of time by looking at everything other than the light source.

"See? Was that so fucking hard?" Pit realized now that the person who was holding the flashlight had been the one giving the orders. Though he was the shortest one in the group of three, the young man still stood taller than Pit. His skin was only a duller, sicker shade of his blonde, messy hair. His dull black eyes and twitching mouth might have looked cute if he wasn't scowling scarily. For some reason Pit was reminded of a mouse when he looked at this man's face. His bright yellow jacket must have glowed at one point but now it stained with brown and red, two crimson spots being most prominent on the collar portion. His pants were the same color as his jacket and had a lightning bolt symbol on the side. He wore yellow boots that matched the rest of his coloration in a darker tone.

The tallest one was the one who held Pit's arms above his head, finally releasing his grasp on the boy's face. He had his red hair slicked back like two horns. The extension of his neck allowed Pit to notice two jeweled collars choking the man. He bared dragon-like fangs as he glared with his fierce and charred blue eyes. Despite the wintry winds freezing everybody, his orange jacket flapped open to reveal scarred abs. Two orange cloths with teal undersides attached to the coat fluttered in said wind, though for what purpose Pit had no idea. His black baggy pants had a flaming symbol in the same spot as the lightning bolt on the first person's pants while his black boots seemed to be spiked at the toes. The man also wore orange gloves with sharp tips that glittered in what little light flashed on it.

The last stranger might have been the strangest one, the one keeping something sharp at Pit's neck. His blue hair with yellow underside formed three horn-like protrusions. Though it was difficult for the boy to see a scowl from this man due to the pink scarf covering the lower part of his face, he could still tell by the man's narrowed, dampened pink eyes. There was something about the scarf that Pit didn't like, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly. The man wore a blue bodysuit with a white spot marking the elbows and knees. Similarly to the dragon-like man, the upper part was ripped open to show a scarred body. More scars, lesser built. He also wore blue gloves but these were strange in that they were webbed as if for swimming. As ever there was a symbol on the leg's side, this time of a water drop. There wasn't anything special about his navy boots.

The yellow man snorted at his two companions, "Told you guys it ain't him. Nadir's got them damn stupid red eyes. Besides, the kid's soft looking."

"He still looks like he could be his twin though, dontcha think?" the blue man questioned.

The red man then rumbled, adding his own two-bit into the conversation, "The only thing that Nadir would even call his brother is that blonde brat always tagging behind him. Not this pampered rich kid." He glared at Pit. The boy couldn't stop himself from trembling now as his fear paralyzed his mind form speaking coherent words. From the way these three men talked about his brother, he guessed that they didn't like Nadir very much. He wondered why that was the case when his brother was extremely nice to him. Even so, that caused the idea of telling them that Nadir was his older brother to die in his mind. Now he had no idea what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to go home now where he would be safe from any sorts of danger and far away from these three scary men. Despite that, he couldn't muster up the courage to say anything as he continued to look on, petrified.

"Since it ain't Nadir, I think we should have a little fun with him," the yellow man chuckled harshly. The words sent shivers down Pit's spine. His companions exchanged equally savage grins, agreeing with what he proposed. The supposed leader then reached into his pocket to take out what Pit perceived to be a gun. If it was even possible, Pit's eyes widened even more in terror. The yellow man's smirk grew bigger when he saw that satisfying reaction from the boy. "Hehe, let's see how well my little Taser works on you," he said as he slapped the gun-like weapon against his shoulder.

Pit shook his head frantically. Although he wasn't exactly what a Taser was, he knew that it would inflict painful damage on him. He could feel tears starting to form before finally falling. When he tried to speak, he managed to find his voice but the words came out in a sob:

"N-n-no, p-please…d-don't! Please, n-n-no!"

"That's what you get for stepping in our territory," the blue man rasped. A long, pink tongue peeked from his scarf. "Don't damage him too much though, Pikachu. I think this one's got value in other areas." The sharp object finally removed itself from Pit's neck, only to be replaced by a rough glove. Pit held his breath as he felt the glove travel around his neck, probing at some points. One of those points was the same spot which Link gave a quick kiss before he left. The blue man's tongue traveled from one side of his mouth to the other before disappearing.

"Greninja, you're disgusting," the red man growled bluntly. At those words, the rough hand retreated from the boy's neck as Greninja laughed cruelly.

"Even you can't deny it, Charizard! I'm sure a fuckable little face like his would pay us a pretty little penny!" The blue man continued to laugh while his red companion simply glowered at him with the disgust plain on his face. It got to the point where Greninja started coughing for breath from laughing too hard, making Charizard roll his eyes. Throughout the whole exchange the big man did not loosen his grip once even when Pit tried to curl his arms to cover himself. All feeling was leaving Pit's hands from the devastating combination of Charizard's iron grip and the freezing wind.

The yellow man, Pikachu, scoffed. "As long as I get to test my little baby out." He smirked at Pit again, who couldn't stop his trembling or sobs. The light of the flashlight wavered a bit as Pikachu aimed the Taser at the boy once again. At that Pit simply cried even louder. A snarl passed over the yellow man. "Would you shut up?!"

Pit shook his head as giant tears rolled down his cheeks. He regretted his decision to go outside so much. He should have listened to his dad and not believe in Marth's stories. His father was right. The outside world was a dangerous place. He would only meet bad people like these three. Now he desperately wished that he was at home like he was supposed to be. But from his father's stories, now even that was impossible. Pit wouldn't be able to return home not because Link wouldn't let him, but because these three men would take him so far away that he wouldn't know which way to walk home. Yet he still clung onto the faint hope that he would be able to go home, so much so that he began crying that out:

"I-I-I w-want to go h-h-home! I w-w-want D-Dad! P-Please let m-me go! I-I want t-to go home!"

"Just shut him up already!" At the command, Charizard grabbed a cloth from his pocket and shoved it into Pit's mouth. The boy couldn't help but make a sickened face at the taste of the dirty rag. He didn't even know how to begin to describe it. It seemed to be effective in shutting him up though. "Finally!" Pikachu said in an exasperated tone. He got ready with aiming the gun at Pit again. Yet the boy refused to quiet down and his cries, though muffled, were still loud. Perhaps if he wished hard enough, somebody would save him. "For Arceus's sake, shut the fuck up!" Pikachu held the Taser in a position to hit Pit.

"What are you three doing?!" The loud voice made the whole group jump. Pit heard Pikachu curse loudly at the interruption. He quivered at the venomous look the yellow man gave him before Pikachu turned to see who the voice belonged to despite already having a good idea.

Two newcomers stood a few feet away from the small group. One of them wore a black mask that still allowed two red eyes to stare disapprovingly. They attempted to shine, but something had already dulled them like the other pairs of eyes. A single fang gleamed in the same manner. Though the stranger's blue hair was still messy, the way it was brushed signaled that he attempted to clean it at least once a day. Lean like the scarf man, he wore a cream-colored sleeveless shirt that had a spike on the chest. His gradient blue-to-black gloves that ran to his biceps also had a similar spike on the back of the hand. He had on blue baggy pants with a fist symbol on the side and black boots that made him stand slightly taller than the young man next to him.

The second person shared the same ruby orbs as his companion. However they were noticeably brighter than everybody else's. He would have nearly been impossible to see in the shadows were it not for his golden armbands and his pale complexion. Unlike the first person, he wore all black from his ebony hair and dark scarf to his raven tank top and shadowed baggy pants. A murky jacket around his waist added to the baggage sagging down. The almost invisible lines on his face showed wary signs that he grew up far too quickly in a place most inappropriate for children. Take away those lines, and he would have been almost the splitting image of Pit. His sharp eyes blinked in confusion before they made out one specific individual that he never expected to see out here. His mouth, which should have been set into a permanent scowl, twisted around on itself to reveal another emotion other than the usual arrogance and anger he liked to have.

"Pit, what are you doing out here?" the older doppelganger asked, barely able to hide the shocked fury in his voice. The boy blinked at his name. At the sight of a familiar face, Pit sobbed even louder, the rag already soaking wet from his saliva, and fresh tracks of tears trailed down his cheeks. He desperately wanted to run over there and hug his older brother and never let go. However the tall man, Charizard wouldn't let him go. When he attempted to struggle against the iron grip, Charizard simply tightened his own hold to make the boy whimper in pain. Nadir snarled when he saw how they were treating his little brother. His knife already flashed in his hand before he realized it as he glared maliciously at them. "Let my brother go."

"Kid trespassed in our territory, so we have a right to do whatever we want with him," Pikachu spat. Nadir scowled at those words. However he knew that Pikachu was right. Pit had trespassed on the Pokémon gang's property. If he had been a member of one of the main gangs, they might have thought twice before messing with him. But since he was an outsider, they indeed had a right to do what they wanted with him. By that street law Nadir shouldn't even have interfered, especially with how he had just finished an agreement with Lucario concerning their respective gangs. Despite knowing that, his brotherly instinct refused to acknowledge it in favor of his sibling. If it had been anybody else, Nadir wouldn't even give a damn to save them. But this was his shut-in, little brother. Pit was a naïve boy who didn't know any better. In Nadir's mind that was justification enough for the gangsters to leave him alone along with the fact that this was his brother. They should have known that.

"We didn't even know you had a family." Greninja smirked. "And I'm surprise you could have such an adorable brother with how you turned out."

Nadir turned his glare from Pikachu to Greninja. If looks could kill now, the blue man would have dropped dead in that instance. He didn't appreciate the man's attempts to get under his skin nor the slurs hurled at him. He just had to get Pit away from them all, especially from Greninja. If it wasn't obvious by now, the man had a creepy record concerning what he did with trespassers. Nadir pointed the knife towards said man. "I'm just going to say it one more time, fucktard. Let…my…brother…go."

"Or what?"

"Or you're going to lose that disgusting tongue you're so proud of." The Pokémon gang should be having the advantage here with Pit as the hostage. Despite that, Greninja still paled a bit at Nadir's threat. He knew that his rival had every intention to carry it out if they didn't listen. The man stepped back slightly, hand reaching for an extra kunai just in case as said tongue licked his lips rapidly.

"In the midst our truce?" Charizard rumbled in warning. While he didn't mind seeing Nadir go through with his threat, he did understand that if the young man did go and do that to Greninja, it would be a violation to the treaty that Nadir and Lucario had presumably negotiated successfully for their respective gangs. It would be like a declaration of war, and nobody on either side wanted that to happen. That was the reasoning behind them meeting for the parleys in the first place. Yet it seemed as if Nadir disregarded that as well for the sake of his so-called brother. His narrowed eyes confirmed Charizard that, that if they didn't listen to him and release his presumably younger brother, they could kiss the agreement's ass good-bye.

The same thought ran in another person's mind. Lucario finally decided to take matters into her own hands when they seemed to be stuck at an impasse. She was in a similar position as Charizard where she didn't necessarily cared what happened to the kid but rather she worried about the newly formed relationship between the two gangs. A fight between two separate members would not bode well with the higher-ups. She looked over at the delinquent next to her, her face devoid of any emotion. "Nadir, are you that willing to break our agreement just for some random child off the street?" Ruby eyes almost like her own turned to glare at her in disbelief and rage.

"He's my brother! I'm not leaving him to fucktards like you!"

"Why you little shit!" Pikachu snapped at the insult aimed at all of them. He stepped forward with his Taser aimed at Nadir. Pit's older brother responded by holding his knife ready to block the wires as if his reflexes would be enough to protect him from the painful shocks. Yet before any of them could pull the trigger, Lucario stepped in front of them both with her arms outstretched towards them.

"That's ENOUGH!" she roared. Pikachu was on the verge of tightening his index finger to shock Nadir. However his mind registered Lucario's yell quick enough to stop himself from hurting his comrade. He lowered the Taser, much to his annoyance. Despite that Nadir still kept his knife in a ready position, as if he would lunged forward to cut Charizard down and save Pit. Lucario looked at both sides to ensure that nobody decided against her shout to attack. She exhaled silently at the knowledge that neither side would yield in this manner given how obstinate they all were. As a result they could be at this stalemate all night until Nadir finally decided to say "fuck it" and attack without restraint. Even if they outnumbered him four to one, the young man had a fearsome reputation on the streets that would inflict devastating damage on their side. She turned to look at Nadir. "…I'm going to let this slide just this once to honor our truce. Unless your…little brother is a member of your gang, he won't be so lucky next time," Lucario warned in her deep voice. The venomous thoughts he had prepared for a retort died on Nadir's tongue at those words. Yet Lucario's declaration didn't fail to incite a reaction from her fellow gang members.

"What?! After all that work we did to get him?"

"Damnit, now what am I supposed to test my Taser on?!"

"Are you fucking serious, Lucario?!"

"Yes, I am," Lucario growled at the others. They subdued their protests a bit but their annoyance was still clear. The female gangster looked back at Nadir, seeing a small light of appreciation in his eyes. Yet she knew that he obviously would not admit that he appreciated her help.

"I don't need your 'blessing', Anubis," Nadir snarked. Lucario simply shook her head slightly before turning over to Charizard. She nodded to him in a quiet command. The red man obeyed at once. He ripped the gag from Pit's sore mouth, making the boy cough out the disgusting taste futilely, before retracting his hand from Pit's wrists.

The moment his arms felt free, Pit made a break for it towards his older brother. Once he reached Nadir the boy clutched his arms around him tightly and buried his face into Nadir's shirt. The older male grimaced at the wetness soaking into his shirt at the current moment. However he didn't pull his younger brother away. He simply wrapped his own arms around Pit in a protective manner, all the while glowering at the three gangsters responsible for this. They only returned the glare without so much as an apology. Greninja still looked at Pit with that creepy stare of his, prompting Nadir to tighten his embrace around his brother.

"We better not see him in our territory again," Lucario cautioned.

"Believe me, you won't," Nadir muttered.

"Then leave now."

"Fuck. And I thought we got a nice, new toy too." Greninja sulked. Charizard gagged at his words while Nadir's head whipped up at that. The harsh mouth opened to rebuke the blue man. But a hand on his shoulder held him back.

"Shut up, Greninja." Lucario scowled. Her gang member balked at that but he listened and slinked behind the tallest gangster here. Seeing that she had temporarily tamed him, she turned back to Nadir. Her eyes finally managed to blaze slightly. "I mean it, Nadir. Leave."

"Glad to," Nadir hissed. By this time he felt that Pit had finished crying and was now hiccupping in his shirt. He carefully tried to separate himself from Pit's grasp but his little brother wouldn't let him. He had no choice but to look down at the mess of brown locks so similar to his own. He patted Pit's head as soothingly as he possibly could. "Come on, Pit. I'm taking you home," he whispered. The only response he got was a nod. That was good enough for him. He seriously wanted to get his little brother out of here as fast as possible before Greninja decided to go against Lucario's orders and try to take Pit back by force. Pit didn't belong here.

Nadir felt the burning stares from the four gangsters as he finally managed to pry Pit from him to turn him around. Even after walking a good distance away, he could hear them now arguing about Lucario's decision. Keeping the boy in front of him, Nadir began walking back with him in the direction of Link's house. All the while he wondered what the hell was going on in his little brother's mind to make him go outside, especially at night. He was well aware of the fact that Link forbade Pit from leaving the house after Pit's past accident and dissuaded him from even thinking about it through tall-tell tales. Heck, Nadir helped the man encourage his little brother to stay inside with his own life stories. Though he understood that keeping his little brother inside forever was an impossible and stupid choice on Link's part, he couldn't change the older man's mind on that. Link was firm on the issue and Nadir had no choice but to listen. Things might have been different if Nadir was the one providing but he wasn't. Nadir wasn't Pit's legal guardian; Link was. He could barely take care of himself and Lucas. How would he care for his sweet, little brother who deserved better? No, living with Link was the best option for Pit so far. Pit's older brother knew that.

He glanced over to his silent brother, who was now walking beside him. So far no words had been exchanged since Nadir told Pit that he was taking him home. Only the sounds of their feet thumping and wind whistling filled their ears. That was perfectly fine for the older of the two brothers. He wanted to ensure that he got his mind settled before scolding his brother. For a shut-in, Pit had a seriously tight grip as he clenched Nadir's hand in a death hold. The other hand clutched something yellow. The delinquent couldn't exactly make out the finer details as even the clouds denied them the light of the moon. However he believed that even with the light he wouldn't know what the original object was. Knuckles white from his clenching, Pit probably bent his toy out of shape with his tight grasp. Yet the boy showed no signs of letting it go at all.

They continued walking until they came upon Pit's neighborhood. A small flicker of recognition crossed Pit's face before disappearing at the familiar surroundings. At that moment, Nadir felt that it was the right time to start. "Don't leave the house again, understand?" he finally growled. He felt Pit jump at his voice breaking the thick silence between them. Yet his little brother still avoided eye contact. Nadir continued, "You could have gotten yourself hurt or even killed. What then? Do you think we'd be happy about that?"

"…no…" Pit responded in a defeated voice.

"Daddy Link already told you to stay inside and not go outside. You've obeyed for the last how-many years. What changed your mind this time?" Nadir looked at his younger sibling. He could see Pit's eyes flickering back and forth as if the solution would magically appear on the ground but the boy refused to answer that question. It was actually on the tip of Pit's tongue to spill the beans about how desperately he wanted to see Marth again. However the boy decided at the last minute that it would be better to keep that desire a secret as to not make things worse for himself. Nadir shook his head in irritation at Pit's silence. "As long as you don't do something like this again. You hear me, Pit?"

"Yes, Nadir," Pit said meekly.

"I already have enough shit to worry about." Pit heard his brother mutter underneath his breath. The boy shivered from the harsh tone. He had a feeling that Nadir only said that because the older male didn't think he would hear it. The last time Nadir swore in front of him, Link had a very long talk with him. He wouldn't count today since Nadir had a right to be angry and swear.

After what seemed like ages, the siblings finally reached their destination. They walked up the steps to Link's house, Pit a little behind his older brother. Nadir rapped the door hard with his knuckles. It took a second but the door quickly swung open to reveal a frantic looking Link. Pit had never seen his dad this disheveled since that one time they comforted each other to the point where Link was late for work. It took a brief moment for the signals to hit his brain and for him to realize who it was at his door. His cobalt eyes widened, the murky clouds clearing to reveal shining relief.

"Pit! Where have you been?!" The father's voice wasn't necessarily loud but the boy still flinched a bit from the volume. Link didn't seem to notice as he rushed forward to hug Pit tightly and protectively. He felt familiar, skinny arms return the hug. "I was worried something had happened to you! You're not hurt, are you?!" He leaned back to examine his son at closer quarters. At the anxious light in his father's eyes, Pit felt the tears forming again until he couldn't hold them back. With a loud sob he hugged Link again while burying his face into the man's shirt, much like how he did with Nadir. However Link didn't grimace when he felt the tears soaking into his shirt. He simply returned the embrace when he shakily reassured himself that no horrible damage other than possibly mental had been done to Pit. Nadir shoved his hands in his pockets as he slouched slightly. Although he was glad that his brother was back safe in Link's arms, the heartwarming scene of their reunion sickened him a bit.

The older brother was about to leave when he caught Link's stern eyes. The older man jerked his head in briefly, signaling that he wanted to talk. Knowing he had no choice, Nadir simply shrugged in answer and followed Link inside. The dad had picked up his son and was carrying him in. Not bothering to store away his shoes neatly, Nadir headed straight into the living room to plop down on the couch not facing the TV. He watched as Link carried Pit up the stairs. The boy's body didn't tremble with large sobs though it did twitch every now and then, signaling that he was still awake. The delinquent guessed that Link would tuck his son in before speaking with him. As a result Nadir stretched out his sore limbs and slouched comfortably in his seat. Today had been a long day for him. Coupled with the usual business transactions and the negotiation of the truce, he had to add saving Pit from an unnecessary case on his list to make for a very exhausted Nadir. He hoped that whatever Link had to say was quick because he wanted to get home soon to make sure that his own little bundle of responsibilities wasn't getting into trouble. He reassured himself that he hid the drugs well this time after a slight moment of doubt.

After what seemed like ages to him, he heard Link's footsteps downstairs. Nadir simply raised an eyebrow when Link went past him into the kitchen. Then he understood when he heard the clip of a phone and a muted voice. He guessed that the father had been so frantic that he had called the police to help. Now the man had to let them know that his son had safely returned. This errand didn't take as long as the first much to Nadir's appreciation, and Link soon walked back into the living room. His eyes caught sight of the slouching Nadir before he himself sat on the opposite couch. He barely made himself comfortable as he leaned forward with a furious look in his eyes.

"What happened?" Link demanded. At the tone of command, Nadir gave a slight grunt and pulled himself up. Link felt his patience wearing thin with the young man's slow actions. "Well?" he growled.

"Hold your horses, Daddy Link. If you think Pit got hurt in any way, he didn't. I managed to get him out of there before they did any real damage to him."

"Where did he go?" Link's mouth curled in distaste at the familiar nickname, yet he knew he couldn't do anything about it. He already tried in the past but Nadir still mockingly called him that. Nadir noticed the gesture and guessed rightly what had caused it. A smirk was about to form but he dropped it in favor of their serious discussion.

"That's not important since he's never stepping a foot back in that place. What's important is why he was outside in the first place? I thought you said you won't let him go outside ever."

"I don't, but he must have snuck out when I left for work." Link ran his hands through his hair in an obvious sign of distress and anger. He exhaled deeply to keep his calm about him but that was growing increasingly difficult for him these past few days. "It's all that damn kid's fault…"

"That 'Marth' guy that Pit always talks so excitedly about?" Nadir growled. "I thought you already took care of him."

"I did. He's not taking a step near Pit ever again. But Pit must have still believed in his stories. If I had to guess, Pit was probably trying to look for him."

"Tch. So much for your hard work," the gangster mocked. Link glowered at him. Even at the best of times, Pit's older brother still managed to find the time to torment him. Like anybody who knew that the sweet, lovable Pit was related to this douche, Link wondered how this sibling relationship was even possible with their opposite experiences of the personality scale. His thoughts reverted back to the black doppelganger in front him as Nadir continued, "At least this would work out in our favor. Pit already saw firsthand what you told him about. There's no way he's going to want to go outside again after this traumatic experience." Nadir smiled in satisfaction.

Link took into account what he just said and began to nod slowly in agreement. If what Nadir said was true, then Link shouldn't have to worry too much about Pit going outside again. What the boy experienced simply solidified what his father had been telling him all this time. At the same time, it would also discredit Marth in Pit's mind whether he wanted it to or not. Perhaps he should have done this sooner to discourage Pit further. However Link's fear of Pit's accident repeating was probably what stopped him from doing so. That was one of the original reasons why he refused to let his son from going outside after all.

"Yes, I suppose so…" Link finally said after sitting in thought. A strange rustling prompted him to refocus his attention on Nadir. The delinquent now held three packs of cigarettes. Once he saw that he had Link's attention, Nadir threw the packs over. Link expertly caught them and checked to ensure that all of them had the promised number of cancer sticks.

The gangster chuckled at that sight. "You know I don't smoke, Daddy Link." Link looked up with his stare unwavering. The revulsion was obvious in his eyes.

"I know," he replied as he continued to count. Once he reached the guaranteed number, he took one out and lit it. Nadir took this as a signal that the conversation was finally over. He was extremely glad for that as he could now finally go home. He stood up with a soft grunt and began taking his leave. But first…Nadir headed into the kitchen where he knew Link kept his wallet. When he returned he had a handful of bills spread out like an aromatic fan. The older man broke his stare from outer space to look at the amount Nadir took. Seeing that it was the right amount, Link went back to smoking. He trusted the young man enough to allow him that, and Nadir reciprocated that trust. However the delinquent felt that he had to renew it in light of what transpired tonight. After all, the only reason why he owed loyalty to this man was because of Pit.

"I better not see my little brother in danger again. You promised that he'll be safe here, and I fully expect that."

Link looked up again, this time to glare at the young man standing near the exit of the house. He inhaled the smoke of his cigar deeply before taking it out of his mouth. "Trust me. This is going to be the last time Pit steps foot outside."

AN: Yup! Nadir (aka Dark Pit) finally appears in the flesh! Yay! And the whole Pokémon franchise is just a gang in this story! Yeah! What a surprise! Hehe, I had fun and trouble describing them in human form. Who guessed who they were before they addressed each other by their names? I guess this can be seen as a reference to another of my stories "Cataclysm". But anyways I'll see you guys next time.

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What, why no questions this time around, you may be wondering? Haha, no. Why bother?