Chapter 3: An Angel's Doubts
"I'm just so excited to finally be competing here! I've been wanting to ever since I was really little. I just never imagined it would be so soon!"
Mega Man was constantly shouting about how proud and excited he was. It was getting somewhat annoying. It probably would have stopped soon after it started if it weren't for Pit prodding him with questions.
"So, how old are you, anyway?" Pit asked.
"I'm almost sixteen." Mega Man announced with a smile, making sure that not only Pit, but everyone else in the dining hall could hear.
"When's your birthday?"
"December 17th." Mega Man replied.
"That's in less than a month!" Pit exclaimed, "We'll probably still be traveling around to different tournaments."
I honestly felt ignored. Everyone was talking to someone else except me. I just sat next to Pit, trying to get as close as I could so that people would know I wasn't alone. It was awkward, though. Our knees kept brushing against each other's, and there were some moments where I could just rest my head of Pit's shoulder. He didn't seem to notice or mind, however, so I tried not to either.
Another thing Pit seemed oblivious to was the fact the Mega Man kept glancing over in my direction. He would see the uncomfortable look on my face and bite his lip, obviously trying to sustain a laugh. I also had a sneaking suspicion that it was him laughing at me and Pit earlier.
"So, you still haven't properly introduced me to your friend." Mega Man suddenly said.
"Oh, yea! I almost forgot." Pit laughed, "Mega Man, this is Dark Pit. You can call him Pittoo if you want, though. He's fine with it."
At this point, I kicked Pit under the table. I could deal with him calling me Pittoo, but that's only because he's Pit. If anyone else called me that, though, I would probably snap.
Mega Man laughed out loud while Pit winced in pain, "Pittoo? Where'd that come from?" He asked.
"Isn't it obvious? He's Pit number two!" Pit practically screamed. He turned and smiled at me, and I could feel my face heating up.
Mega Man was practically rolling on the floor with laughter at this point, "You should see your face!" He shouted. Pit soon joined in on the laughter.
I didn't want to blame Pit for any of this, so I decided to take my furious anger out on Mega Man. I pulled out one of my duel blades and whacked it against Mega Man's metallic arm. He fell backward and out of his seat, his laughter halted as he hit the hard floor with a loud 'CLANK'.
The talking in the room slowly began to fade, until everyone was staring at us.
"Dark Pit…?" Pit said cautiously.
I walked over to Mega Man, still holding the sharpened blade in hand.
"And what's so funny?" I asked angrily.
Mega Man pulled himself onto his feet, "Well, Pittoo, I was just taking notice of your behavior. It was really obvious, at least, to me." He looked around the crowed room and smirked. I was beginning to get a bad feeling about what he was about to say. I clenched my fist around the deathly sharp blade, prepared to strike again at moment's notice.
"Well? Don't you all see it?" Mega Man continued, "No? Well then, I wouldn't want to leave you all hanging, would I? I might as well just say-"
I swung my blade again, striking his chest and sending him flying. I knew what he was about to say, and even if it wasn't true, I wasn't about to risk the embarrassment. I looked back over at Pit, who was staring open-mouthed at me, and frowned.
"Let's go, Pit." I said.
He followed me silently. I could feel rows of eyes staring us down as we exit the dining hall. When we passed Mega Man lying unconscious against the wall, he was surrounded by the castle's servants, who were picking him up and carrying him outside.