A/N: Gah, I've been overseas on vacation for most of the summer, and I know this is a shorter chapter than the others. I'm surprised so many people like this story... I feel like I'm being to wordy at times XD But here is a short chapter 3 ^^

Saying that Pit was obsessed with Link was a bit of an understatement. Saying that Pit was head over heels for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, green-clad beauty was much more accurate.

He didn't know when he realized his feelings for Link. Maybe that day that he found him drunk. Pit had scurried off and told Zelda about Link's state.

"Ah," she had said. "He get's really emo and depressing when he's drunk... I suggest not bringing it up because chances are, he's gonna remember."

And it seemed like Zelda was right. Link refused to make eye contact with Pit. When he bumped into Link during dinner one night, the Hylian muttered a quick sorry when he normally would have gotten either really pissed or completely apologetic to the point where he will crouch down in front of you and slam his head down on the ground repeatedly as punishment for himself. When Pit tried to start conversations with Link, the Hero would conveniently have misplaced his shield (yeah, Pit still hated that blue shield) and would go off in search of it.

But today, Pit finally had enough.

Link is really, really, REALLY cool, funny, smart, and a complete and utter ASSHOLE!

Pit thought to himself as he mustered up enough courage to knock on Link's door. Room 19... come to think of it, isn't that Link's age? Pit himself was quite old yet he had retained the appearance of a thirteen year old. Funnily enough, he still acted like one.

"What is it? Zelda, if it's you, no I don't know where you put your light arro-" Link stopped talking after he opened the door.

"Ah, Pit, I, uh, have some things that need finishing. Ano... Zelda lost her light arrows! And I need to help her find them! Yeah..." Pit cocked an eyebrow at Link.

"What are those?" Pit asked, pointing to a quiver filled with a decent amount of arrows.

"Huh? Oh, they're... ice arrows..." Link looked relieved. "Whoops, gotta keep looking..."

Pit sighed and stepped into the room. Link was either deaf or pretended not to notice when Pit shut the door behind him. I'm finally gonna do it! Pit thought to himself excitedly. He clicked the lock in place as a precaution and took a few steps towards the back of the room. Link tossed aside some fire arrows and a raggedy looking slingshot as he ransacked his duffle bag. He really is devoted when he wants to fake something...

Pit saw the Hylian throw a glance back, saw the closed door and let out a sigh that seemed... relieved? Pit watched as Link threw himself down on the bed and draped one arm over his eyes while the other laid sprawled out at his side. He thinks I left... Pit grinned to himself. As silently as his sandals would allow him to, Pit crept around the back of the bed. Barely stifling a giggle, he moved around Link whose eyes were now shut, and pounced on him.

"Got ya!" Pit declared triumphantly as Link let out a very indignant squeal equivalent to that of a terrified hyena.

"P-Pit! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Link didn't know how he hadn't noticed Pit was still in the room. He should have checked properly and ushered him out of the room at the first chance he got. But now Pit was sitting on top of him, a goofy grin on his face that clearly said 'I have triumphed over the Hero of Time at last!'

Why did that make him uncomfortable?

"Well, Link, I was just wondering why you have made it your life goal to completely ignore me. You don't happen to know the answer to that, do you?" Pit asked, tilting his head to the side. Link felt his heart hammering in his chest. Pit had noticed?

And if Pit had noticed, did that mean he was reminded of the drunken incident a few nights ago every time Link ignored him? Great.

"Pit, it's not like that..." Link trailed off, cutting his eyes to the side when Pit leaned in. Why did he lean in? This was awkward.

"Then what is it like?" Pit breathed, his voice suddenly quieter and more somber.

Link stared up at the angel, who was still perched atop him, one hand now leaning on the bed next to Link's head, the other resting in Pit's lap.

"Pit..."

"Link, whatever you do, don't hit me if I do this..." Pit whispered. And then suddenly Link felt a pair of soft lips descend on his. His entire body went rigid as his eyes snapped open to their full size, staring at the angel's face. Pit had his eyes closed and was pressing his mouth firmly against Link's, kissing him over and over again. What the hell is this kid doing? Link freaked out to the point where he couldn't even move.

Just as suddenly as it happened, it was over. Pit pulled away, wiping saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. When he looked down at Link's face, a blush spread over his cheeks. Link could only stare in shock as the angel looked away, suddenly finding something interesting in the drab white walls of his room.

They sort of sat there for a while (well, Link was actually being crushed by the weight of the little cherub sitting on him but that would be best not spoken of) until Pit finally spoke.

"Link, I never told you this, but I like you. When it started, I don't know. I guess it was confirmed when I hated the fact that you were ignoring me. I asked Peach about this and she told me to just kiss you when I found the chance. So I did. And I think I failed at it." Pit turned his head to look at Link, who just stared up in shock.

"It's alright if you don't return my feelings. I just... I'm really glad you didn't push me away, or hit me, cause that would have been terrible. Your punches hurt for two days following their occurrence!" Pit laughed without mirth.

Link didn't know how to respond to this. Pit had never really been anything other than a friend to Link (of course, that was only until that night... HOW EMBARESSING!) but now that Pit had kissed him, things changed.

"Pit, I c-can't... this is just... Goddesses, this is beyond awkward for me. Pit, I consider us to be friends, not..." Link sighed and looked away. He couldn't meet Pit's eyes. He knew the angel would be hurt. "Pit, I don't like you like this. It's not something that I'd do. And I know that you're gonna find someone better than me, just not me." Link continued to stare off into the distance.

"I get it." Link glanced up. Pit's face was turned away and he was staring at Link's door. Pit turned his head to give Link a quick (clearly forced) smile before getting up and making his way over to the door.

"Pit..." Link stared after the cherub. He knew that he was hurt. And it was killing him inside.

"Oh, and Link?" Pit had been halfway out the door when he stopped and leaned in. "I'm just saying this, and it doesn't mean anything, but you had a hard-on that night. Just thought you'd like to know." And with that Pit was gone.

Wait.

WHAAAT?

Pit ran down the hall, doing his best not to cry. You're a man! Men don't cry! Pit nearly stepped on Kirby again as he ran into his room and locked the door behind him.

After stripping every article of clothing off of him, Pit crawled under his covers and snuggled in, taking two pillows into his arms and hugging them close. He soon felt moisture on them as he sniffed. Great, he was crying. Why? Why did Pit have to be so emotionally weak? He could take rejection. It builds character right?

"ARRGH!" Pit screamed into the pillow, squeezing it, wishing that he could just curl up into a ball and die in a hole somewhere.

He was turning emo. Great.

Pit's words rang through Link's head. He didn't remember that, and Zelda had not included that in her list of things she noticed about Link when he was drunk.

Link tried to comprehend what had happened. Maybe he ought to talk to Pit, see what his recollection was. If Link had really embarrassed himself like that, it would be best to just throw himself off of a cliff.

Link groaned and got to his feet, shuffling out the door of his room and locking it behind him.

He needed to talk to Zelda. Why, he didn't know. But Zelda always seemed to know how to deal with pretty much any type of person on the planet.

Well, except for people like Ike. She still hadn't mustered up enough courage to ask him out or anything. And maybe that was for the best because Zelda couldn't stay in a relationship for more than a week, if she was lucky.

So when Link found Zelda's room empty, he strolled down the opposite way, passing rooms until his gaze fell on room thirteen.

Wasn't this Pit's room?

Link found himself unwittingly drawn to the door. He felt the handle. Locked.

sniff

Wait. Was someone crying? Was Pit crying? Link pressed an ear to the door. Sure enough, Pit was sobbing to himself quietly, his voice slightly muffled, probably by a pillow or blanket.

Oh, god, what have I done?

Link asked himself. He took a step back and bumped into Mario.

"Mama Mia! Watch where you are-a going!" Mario said. Link stiffened and whirled around, pressing a finger to his own lips and miming to be quiet.

"What's-a that, Link? You are tired? You need silence? Okie dokie!" Mario gave Link a smile before sauntering off to who knows where to botch up another silent job. Pit was bound to have heard that, Mario was known for being loud (well, he was an Italian).

That's when Link noticed that Pit had gotten silent.

"Pit?" Link asked, rapping lightly on the door. He heard a groan from the other side.

"I'm fine, just continue about your business," Pit muttered. Link sighed. There was no cheering up this normally cheerful angel right now. But the kid was strong, Link knew he'd recover.