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Part two is so short ;_; after all I said about having so much to write.

Heh, the way I ramble on this story will probably have 20 chapters or so XD Also, the lemon will be! But it might even be at the end of this don't wait up. ( true fax )

Ok, yay! Chapter 10 part 2 is now finished and I can start the fresh new chapter 11! ( LIES. ) this was pretty annoying to write- mostly in fact I had genius stuff, but my computer restarted and didn't save it. Oh well, what's done is done. (also, sorry about any typos which may appear)

Enjoy and review! Next chapter might be delayed because I'm just that lazy at the moment D: p.s. Blind Game Again by Bad Luck was playing while I finished this; I think this song somehow influenced it. either way, that song is epic win. Go listen to it!!

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It was pretty late when I decided that now was the time to go visit and get the answers I needed.

"Ike?" Marth mumbled, sitting up groggily on the couch while I stood. I glanced down at the Prince through the veil of darkness and bopped him lightly on the head.

"Just get back to sleep, you need it. I'll be back soon." I muttered before moving off, hearing the reassuring thud of Marth falling against the couch, once again deeply asleep.

My footsteps echoed in the silence of the pitch black corridor as I traveled. It was eerily disturbing and I found myself quickening my pace, the weight of an unseen pressure building on my conscience.

The hospital room was worse. It was cold, and even though it was dark, I could see much better as moonlight bathed everything in a bright silver glow. The scene was hideously beautiful, dead feathers scattered lightly on the floor and the small frame I knew too well sitting atop the window sill, staring out into the night with dead eyes.

I paused at the door, letting it swing softly shut behind me, staring, waiting until I was acknowledged. And the silence dragged on.

The soft swish of scratching fabric was fitting as he turned to face me, letting go of his legs to dangle them off the ledge as he titled his head, "You won't come closer?" He queried, lacing his fingers together.

My invitation was there, but I didn't take it. We stared at each other in silence for a long second which laced into painfully slow minutes- but I could imagine the looks our eyes held were very different indeed.

He sighed soundlessly and waved a hand to a chair placed a few feet away from him, "Please, sit. Allow me to explain...this." His eyes dropped to the side while his hand indicated to himself.

I hesitated before making my way over, sitting down stiffly as I glared, my arms tightly crossing together, gripping my sleeves so tightly I feared it might rip the fabric. "Then, explain." I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

The Pit before me bowed his head in understanding, "What do you wish for me to explain?" It was kind words, but the tone dripped with venom, and the glare I also received warned me to remember my place. This Pit didn't like to be pushed around.

I took a deep breath, "What are you?" I asked, locking my eyes with the glazed blue staring at me, suddenly blanked.

"A very good question," Was all it replied before lapsing into silence.

I waited for it to continue, but it didn't. "Wait...so...you don't know...yourself?" I asked, the pieces slowly clicking together. It glared at me with hate.

"One could say that." It spat angrily, ripping its gaze away to glare out into the night.

"Why did you do that to Pit?" I asked quietly. The silence was back with its friend tension; it seemed this Pit was ignoring me- or so it seemed.

"Self preservation" It replied calmly, looking back.

"What do you mean?" I asked, pushing a little further. It sighed another breathless sigh and crossed its arms, leaning back into the corner of the window to gaze lazily at me.

"Every day Pit gets happier, every day I grow weaker; there was too much light. But I know now that my thesis was wrong," I looked on, waiting for an explanation. It growled out a sigh.

"I know now that if the boy dies I die along with him. It seems either way I was destined to fade." It growled, but not angry at me per-say.

"After everything you've done to Pit, I thought you'd be sure to bring him along with you if you were to die?" I pointed out.

It snorted, "I've underestimated your attention span. Yes, true. But...I just can't bring myself to deal the final blow." It glared at the wall, anger and shame at itself evident in the dead eyes, now faintly gleaming with a new light.

"Can't deal the final blow?" I asked, egging it on. It glared at me.

"I'm not stupid, I know you're digging." It noted, I shifted, growing more and more irritated by the second, resisting the urge to grab it by the neck.

"I came here for explanations, yet you avoid the questions." I replied, clenching my hands.

It paused before looking away angrily, "You're sharp. By saying I can't kill the boy, I mean it. Something stops me, but don't get big-headed, it is not his memories of you. Well...not...fully."

Oh, great. I made it sad? "What do you mean 'not fully'?" I asked unsurely.

It glanced at me, "He loves you- the feelings are overwhelming. It makes me hesitate, and for the slightest moment I can feel his pain, I can understand. And all I want is for him to be happy.

"So I stopped trying to kill him. It obviously wouldn't work from my hand. The next best thing is hurting him greatly." It cringed, gripping its arm. "Once again, I was wrong."

It stared at me, imploring me to understand, but I couldn't. "Why were you hurting him? What do you mean it didn't work?" I asked, confused. It sighed sadly, looking away, before suddenly frustration took over.

"I hurt him because he disgusted me." It growled, "He got to live in the light! He got to live without fear! I hated it! I hurt him to show him this is the pain he caused me, to make him suffer for hurting me! He had friends, a life; all I had was the darkness and the few glimmers of his memories."

"But he doesn't know he hurts you! All he knows is that you are hurting him- you succeeded in making him afraid, you made him suffer, but he suffers because he doesn't understand why you are doing this," I spoke up, the anger radiating from the form in front of me affecting my speech and my calm façade.

It glared at me, but my speech wasn't over, I didn't have any words planned, but they ran out in a never-ending stream, succeeding in only making the form in front of me hate me more.

"Pit wouldn't hurt anyone! But you would repeatedly hurt him over and over and over again! You broke his self confidence and his mind! And then you did this- and now you're both dying!"

"Shut up!" It screamed, clamping its hands over its ears, clenching its eyes shut, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!" It cried, agony spreading across its face as its voice broke, "I didn't mean to kill him!!" It screamed, tears flowing down in a steady stream as it stared at me wide eyed.

I hurt him, I hurt him bad; you could tell just by looking into his eyes. But I couldn't bring myself to care; this was the thing which was killing Pit. But why?? Why Pit?!?

“You didn’t mean to, but you did!! But tell me, tell me- why his wings?!? Why??” I yelled at the quivering form before me, its tears freely flowing as he stared back.

He clenched his teeth, trying to glare through his fear, “Without his wings he can never return, he will never fly again. I took his wings to show him how it feels! To be trapped, to never fly! To never be free!! But I didn’t mean-“

“If you didn’t mean to, then why did you??” I yelled, clenching the sides of my chair to anchor me to the spot, to keep me from grabbing the boy and throttling him.

“You wouldn’t understand! Every day he gets happier I grow weaker! It was too bright! I needed to bring some darkness back! I didn’t want to fade!! I didn’t mean to…”

He had stopped, covering his mouth to restrain a sob. “I-I didn’t mean to…I only wanted to hurt him, I never wanted to kill…”

“Well you succeeded! You hurt him, you made him suffer and you made him afraid! He must have begged you to stop, but you didn’t! Tell me truthfully, look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t mean to kill him!!” I yelled, slamming my feet on the ground as I stood, towering over the small form.

It stared at me, the silence piercing- creating ever more tension in the room.

“I…I…” It gasped, trying to reply, shaking under my gaze. “I…I’m……sorry…” It gasped, shuddering as it stared in front of itself absently.

I stood there, my hands shaking as I sucked in air, trying to force my body to relax. While I struggled to gain my composure time sluggishly trailed onwards.

“Do…do you have anything else…you want me to explain?” It asked quietly, looking down.

I couldn’t enjoy the effect I had on him, making the creature which had attempted to rape me once before now tame and wrapped around my finger.

I stiffly sat down, placing my face in my hands as I tried to control my breathing, “Earlier you said that Pit can’t remember me, that his memory is tricking him?” I asked, slowly looking up.

The form nodded, “Ah…right…Because of the…force of his wings……yeah- it affected the rest of his being, creating a…temporary amnesia. If you can make him remember, he will, but he won’t be able to remember on his own.”

“Amnesia?” I asked incredulously, the form snorted.

“Please, a cause has an effect, be glad he remembered you at all- that’s all he probably will remember for a while- ‘Ike equals important.’” It replied, using his fingers to mime quotation marks as he spoke.

“And how am I meant to make him remember?” I asked, it shrugged,

“Some memories will be easier to trigger, say, making him remember you might take a while because he has so much to remember, where as the prince boy he might remember much quicker because he was, and I quote his thoughts-“

“A mother figure?” I cut in, it haltered before snickering,

“Yeah, something like that. But also, it will be harder to make him remember smaller things, so just make him remember the important stuff and hopefully the other stuff will come back over time.”

“Why are you being so helpful?” I asked. It froze.

“I’m sorry for what I did.” It replied, “And I see now that I’m going to die and I can’t let this boy die along with me, so I might as well give up.”

I sucked in a quick breath, “Why do I feel as if it’s a trap?” I asked; it shrugged once again,

“You never know by trusting the enemy. But if you really are suspicious, let me put it this way- If I let Pit live, I can continue to make his life worse and continue to try and live, I can continue to prolong my existence, instead of fading now and leaving no lasting image behind me.”

Seemed reasonable. “It’s up to you if you want to trust me or not. ” It said bluntly, back to his cold manor, only the drying trails of tears indicated to me that what had just happened here was real.

It took me a few moments to sort my thoughts, “Will he ever get his wings back?” I asked quietly after a few minutes silence.

The Pit before me shrugged, looking away, “He will need to earn them back. The wings he has now will continue to disappear, and he will get sicker.”

I blinked. “Can you tell me about his wings? They seem pretty important...” I asked; it rolled its eyes.

“Without his wings, a lot of things can and will happen. He will starve, as the real nutrients he needs are from light, food will keep him alive, but will do little to make him feel better. Also his wings are the source of his energy, so he will become more fatigued and tired as they disappear, he also can get sick very easily-“

I raised my hands to stop him, “Ok, so without them he’ll get worse, what happens if they completely disappear?”

“For a normal angel the angel would die, but Pit has too much faith in life, he will struggle to hold onto the hope, and being down on earth will weaken his condition…it depends on how much you make him want to stay as to how long he will want to hold on-”

“Just answer it please.” I stopped him again. It looked at me,

“He won’t live very long, about a few days to a week at most.” He replied.

It took me off guard. “How can he earn his wings back??” I asked quickly, the form shrugged, pulling one of the limp wings around to inspect it.

“I dunno; you’ll just have to try everything. If you can’t get anything by the time your time’s up I’ll try to bargain with Paulentina for you. But don’t ask me to, I won’t do it now.”

“Why not?” I asked.

The form glared back at me, “If you couldn’t notice, I’m not really ‘allowed’ back into heaven, I’m not an angel, and I don’t belong there. They probably will only let me back in if it’s an emergency.” He snapped. “But even then it would be a miracle.”

“Now,” He interrupted me before I could reply, “From the condition here, he has about two thirds left, you better hurry. The more he tries to hold on now the longer it will take for his wings to disappear, but it will cause him tremendous pain. I’ll try to reason with him while he’s unconscious; you stay by his side, ok?”

I nodded lightly and it continued, “Look, maybe if you can bring him fully back the disintegration will stop? Or maybe just become incredibly slow, I dunno, just keep at him-“

His sudden halt confused me, he was just staring.

I reeled back in shock when he coughed violently, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. He was shivering, a hand clutched to his chest.

He screamed in agony, hunching over. I froze. Pit’s own scream had echoed in my mind, binding me to the spot.

I was mortified.

He coughed again, splattering blood onto the floor as his eyes became unfocused. Slowly they slid to look at me,

“W...what’cha doin you…idiot?” He rasped, covering his mouth as he smothered another cough.

Move dammit!! My mind was screaming as I tried to move, but my limbs were locked into place. The Pit in front of me took in deep, ragged breaths, clutching his chest tighter,

“Get help you dumbass!” He growled impatiently before lapsing into another coughing fit.

I flew out of the room, running faster then I would have thought possible. It was mere moments before I was slamming my fists on Mario’s room door at the end of the corridor, but those moments didn’t seem at all like moments at all, but hours.

The door creaked open to reveal the man rubbing his eyes groggily, “Ike? Wattare’ you doing?” He asked, his voice going higher between syllables.

“Please! Hurry! Please help Pit!” I nearly screamed in his face.

Mario immediately began bustling around, but my patience had run out, and before I was even sure that the doctor was trailing behind, I had raced off back to Pit’s aid.

“Pit!” I yelled frantically, running and falling to my knees next to the form lying lifeless on the ground. I pulled him half onto my lap while I cradled his head timidly.

The eyes slowly slipped half open, the distorted cool cerulean blue staring up at me. “D…umbass…” The other replied, smirking slightly before it passed out in my arms.

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“Oh Ike!”

I lifted my head from my arms slowly to see the prince by my side. It had only been a few minutes after Mario had gotten Pit back to the bed and an anesthetic running though him- impressive.

“What on earth happened?” Marth asked, putting an arm around my shoulders. I couldn’t speak, I felt numb, tired. “Ike, please talk to me…”

“He said that he will try to get Pit to wake up…and that the rest is up to us.” I summarized quietly; of course, and then I realized the response I had planned to say was ‘nothing’. Great.

“He? Huh…wait? What do you mean Ike?” Marth asked, tongue-tied and confused.

I sighed lightly, “Never mind Marth-“

“No Ike, tell me! I won’t keep looking the other way for you two anymore!” Marth cut me off, anger obvious in his words as he took his arm away. Someone must have woken him up.

“I’ll tell you later-“

“No Ike! You’ll tell me now!!”

I tiredly looked up at the prince, his face was flushed and he had the look of betrayal about him.

“Don’t take it personally Marth. It will be easier to explain later.” When I have the help of what I’m explaining.

Marth fumed for a few minutes before regaining himself, placing an arm back around my shoulders. “Ike…” He sighed in frustration, “It’s not just you and Pit in this- I’m here for you guys too.”

I smirked lightly, “I know that- where would we be without our wise mother to keep us in line?” He hit my shoulder with his fist angrily but didn’t object, instead he sighed.

“You’d better be grateful this mother is working overtime for you kids.” He muttered, giving my shoulders a squeeze.

Odd now that he had admitted to the role he didn’t seem to fit it. I shook off the thought, brought back by the prince’s soft voice, “Ike, what happened? Tell me.”

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, “We were talking and he just started coughing up blood.” I tried to say calmly, but my voice wavered and an involuntary shudder coursed through me at the memory.

“You were talking?” Marth asked, recoiling back from me. “Pit was awake??”

I sighed and rested my head on my arms, “Not exactly, Pit wasn’t, but I was talking with a Pit.” I muttered; my eyes stinging from lack of sleep.

Marth pouted angrily, “You better remember to tell me everything,” He warned before ruffling my hair roughly.

I glared at him and he smirked, “I’ll go get you something to eat,” Was all he said before he was gone, leaving me alone.

I sighed deeply and looked down at the face of my sleeping angel. “Please wake up soon Pit; I don’t want you to die…” I breathed, lacing my fingers with his and resting my head next to his arm.

I let myself fall asleep, trying to will my mind to break through the thick veil which kept us from being together.

:D (Big Grin) — Description
Part two is so short ;_; after all I said about having so much to write.

Heh, the way I ramble on this story will probably have 20 chapters or so XD Also, the lemon will be! But it might even be at the end of this don't wait up. ( true fax )

Ok, yay! Chapter 10 part 2 is now finished and I can start the fresh new chapter 11! ( LIES. ) this was pretty annoying to write- mostly in fact I had genius stuff, but my computer restarted and didn't save it. Oh well, what's done is done. (also, sorry about any typos which may appear)

Enjoy and review! Next chapter might be delayed because I'm just that lazy at the moment D: p.s. Blind Game Again by Bad Luck was playing while I finished this; I think this song somehow influenced it. either way, that song is epic win. Go listen to it!!

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It was pretty late when I decided that now was the time to go visit and get the answers I needed.

"Ike?" Marth mumbled, sitting up groggily on the couch while I stood. I glanced down at the Prince through the veil of darkness and bopped him lightly on the head.

"Just get back to sleep, you need it. I'll be back soon." I muttered before moving off, hearing the reassuring thud of Marth falling against the couch, once again deeply asleep.

My footsteps echoed in the silence of the pitch black corridor as I traveled. It was eerily disturbing and I found myself quickening my pace, the weight of an unseen pressure building on my conscience.

The hospital room was worse. It was cold, and even though it was dark, I could see much better as moonlight bathed everything in a bright silver glow. The scene was hideously beautiful, dead feathers scattered lightly on the floor and the small frame I knew too well sitting atop the window sill, staring out into the night with dead eyes.

I paused at the door, letting it swing softly shut behind me, staring, waiting until I was acknowledged. And the silence dragged on.

The soft swish of scratching fabric was fitting as he turned to face me, letting go of his legs to dangle them off the ledge as he titled his head, "You won't come closer?" He queried, lacing his fingers together.

My invitation was there, but I didn't take it. We stared at each other in silence for a long second which laced into painfully slow minutes- but I could imagine the looks our eyes held were very different indeed.

He sighed soundlessly and waved a hand to a chair placed a few feet away from him, "Please, sit. Allow me to explain...this." His eyes dropped to the side while his hand indicated to himself.

I hesitated before making my way over, sitting down stiffly as I glared, my arms tightly crossing together, gripping my sleeves so tightly I feared it might rip the fabric. "Then, explain." I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

The Pit before me bowed his head in understanding, "What do you wish for me to explain?" It was kind words, but the tone dripped with venom, and the glare I also received warned me to remember my place. This Pit didn't like to be pushed around.

I took a deep breath, "What are you?" I asked, locking my eyes with the glazed blue staring at me, suddenly blanked.

"A very good question," Was all it replied before lapsing into silence.

I waited for it to continue, but it didn't. "Wait...so...you don't know...yourself?" I asked, the pieces slowly clicking together. It glared at me with hate.

"One could say that." It spat angrily, ripping its gaze away to glare out into the night.

"Why did you do that to Pit?" I asked quietly. The silence was back with its friend tension; it seemed this Pit was ignoring me- or so it seemed.

"Self preservation" It replied calmly, looking back.

"What do you mean?" I asked, pushing a little further. It sighed another breathless sigh and crossed its arms, leaning back into the corner of the window to gaze lazily at me.

"Every day Pit gets happier, every day I grow weaker; there was too much light. But I know now that my thesis was wrong," I looked on, waiting for an explanation. It growled out a sigh.

"I know now that if the boy dies I die along with him. It seems either way I was destined to fade." It growled, but not angry at me per-say.

"After everything you've done to Pit, I thought you'd be sure to bring him along with you if you were to die?" I pointed out.

It snorted, "I've underestimated your attention span. Yes, true. But...I just can't bring myself to deal the final blow." It glared at the wall, anger and shame at itself evident in the dead eyes, now faintly gleaming with a new light.

"Can't deal the final blow?" I asked, egging it on. It glared at me.

"I'm not stupid, I know you're digging." It noted, I shifted, growing more and more irritated by the second, resisting the urge to grab it by the neck.

"I came here for explanations, yet you avoid the questions." I replied, clenching my hands.

It paused before looking away angrily, "You're sharp. By saying I can't kill the boy, I mean it. Something stops me, but don't get big-headed, it is not his memories of you. Well...not...fully."

Oh, great. I made it sad? "What do you mean 'not fully'?" I asked unsurely.

It glanced at me, "He loves you- the feelings are overwhelming. It makes me hesitate, and for the slightest moment I can feel his pain, I can understand. And all I want is for him to be happy.

"So I stopped trying to kill him. It obviously wouldn't work from my hand. The next best thing is hurting him greatly." It cringed, gripping its arm. "Once again, I was wrong."

It stared at me, imploring me to understand, but I couldn't. "Why were you hurting him? What do you mean it didn't work?" I asked, confused. It sighed sadly, looking away, before suddenly frustration took over.

"I hurt him because he disgusted me." It growled, "He got to live in the light! He got to live without fear! I hated it! I hurt him to show him this is the pain he caused me, to make him suffer for hurting me! He had friends, a life; all I had was the darkness and the few glimmers of his memories."

"But he doesn't know he hurts you! All he knows is that you are hurting him- you succeeded in making him afraid, you made him suffer, but he suffers because he doesn't understand why you are doing this," I spoke up, the anger radiating from the form in front of me affecting my speech and my calm façade.

It glared at me, but my speech wasn't over, I didn't have any words planned, but they ran out in a never-ending stream, succeeding in only making the form in front of me hate me more.

"Pit wouldn't hurt anyone! But you would repeatedly hurt him over and over and over again! You broke his self confidence and his mind! And then you did this- and now you're both dying!"

"Shut up!" It screamed, clamping its hands over its ears, clenching its eyes shut, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!" It cried, agony spreading across its face as its voice broke, "I didn't mean to kill him!!" It screamed, tears flowing down in a steady stream as it stared at me wide eyed.

I hurt him, I hurt him bad; you could tell just by looking into his eyes. But I couldn't bring myself to care; this was the thing which was killing Pit. But why?? Why Pit?!?

“You didn’t mean to, but you did!! But tell me, tell me- why his wings?!? Why??” I yelled at the quivering form before me, its tears freely flowing as he stared back.

He clenched his teeth, trying to glare through his fear, “Without his wings he can never return, he will never fly again. I took his wings to show him how it feels! To be trapped, to never fly! To never be free!! But I didn’t mean-“

“If you didn’t mean to, then why did you??” I yelled, clenching the sides of my chair to anchor me to the spot, to keep me from grabbing the boy and throttling him.

“You wouldn’t understand! Every day he gets happier I grow weaker! It was too bright! I needed to bring some darkness back! I didn’t want to fade!! I didn’t mean to…”

He had stopped, covering his mouth to restrain a sob. “I-I didn’t mean to…I only wanted to hurt him, I never wanted to kill…”

“Well you succeeded! You hurt him, you made him suffer and you made him afraid! He must have begged you to stop, but you didn’t! Tell me truthfully, look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t mean to kill him!!” I yelled, slamming my feet on the ground as I stood, towering over the small form.

It stared at me, the silence piercing- creating ever more tension in the room.

“I…I…” It gasped, trying to reply, shaking under my gaze. “I…I’m……sorry…” It gasped, shuddering as it stared in front of itself absently.

I stood there, my hands shaking as I sucked in air, trying to force my body to relax. While I struggled to gain my composure time sluggishly trailed onwards.

“Do…do you have anything else…you want me to explain?” It asked quietly, looking down.

I couldn’t enjoy the effect I had on him, making the creature which had attempted to rape me once before now tame and wrapped around my finger.

I stiffly sat down, placing my face in my hands as I tried to control my breathing, “Earlier you said that Pit can’t remember me, that his memory is tricking him?” I asked, slowly looking up.

The form nodded, “Ah…right…Because of the…force of his wings……yeah- it affected the rest of his being, creating a…temporary amnesia. If you can make him remember, he will, but he won’t be able to remember on his own.”

“Amnesia?” I asked incredulously, the form snorted.

“Please, a cause has an effect, be glad he remembered you at all- that’s all he probably will remember for a while- ‘Ike equals important.’” It replied, using his fingers to mime quotation marks as he spoke.

“And how am I meant to make him remember?” I asked, it shrugged,

“Some memories will be easier to trigger, say, making him remember you might take a while because he has so much to remember, where as the prince boy he might remember much quicker because he was, and I quote his thoughts-“

“A mother figure?” I cut in, it haltered before snickering,

“Yeah, something like that. But also, it will be harder to make him remember smaller things, so just make him remember the important stuff and hopefully the other stuff will come back over time.”

“Why are you being so helpful?” I asked. It froze.

“I’m sorry for what I did.” It replied, “And I see now that I’m going to die and I can’t let this boy die along with me, so I might as well give up.”

I sucked in a quick breath, “Why do I feel as if it’s a trap?” I asked; it shrugged once again,

“You never know by trusting the enemy. But if you really are suspicious, let me put it this way- If I let Pit live, I can continue to make his life worse and continue to try and live, I can continue to prolong my existence, instead of fading now and leaving no lasting image behind me.”

Seemed reasonable. “It’s up to you if you want to trust me or not. ” It said bluntly, back to his cold manor, only the drying trails of tears indicated to me that what had just happened here was real.

It took me a few moments to sort my thoughts, “Will he ever get his wings back?” I asked quietly after a few minutes silence.

The Pit before me shrugged, looking away, “He will need to earn them back. The wings he has now will continue to disappear, and he will get sicker.”

I blinked. “Can you tell me about his wings? They seem pretty important...” I asked; it rolled its eyes.

“Without his wings, a lot of things can and will happen. He will starve, as the real nutrients he needs are from light, food will keep him alive, but will do little to make him feel better. Also his wings are the source of his energy, so he will become more fatigued and tired as they disappear, he also can get sick very easily-“

I raised my hands to stop him, “Ok, so without them he’ll get worse, what happens if they completely disappear?”

“For a normal angel the angel would die, but Pit has too much faith in life, he will struggle to hold onto the hope, and being down on earth will weaken his condition…it depends on how much you make him want to stay as to how long he will want to hold on-”

“Just answer it please.” I stopped him again. It looked at me,

“He won’t live very long, about a few days to a week at most.” He replied.

It took me off guard. “How can he earn his wings back??” I asked quickly, the form shrugged, pulling one of the limp wings around to inspect it.

“I dunno; you’ll just have to try everything. If you can’t get anything by the time your time’s up I’ll try to bargain with Paulentina for you. But don’t ask me to, I won’t do it now.”

“Why not?” I asked.

The form glared back at me, “If you couldn’t notice, I’m not really ‘allowed’ back into heaven, I’m not an angel, and I don’t belong there. They probably will only let me back in if it’s an emergency.” He snapped. “But even then it would be a miracle.”

“Now,” He interrupted me before I could reply, “From the condition here, he has about two thirds left, you better hurry. The more he tries to hold on now the longer it will take for his wings to disappear, but it will cause him tremendous pain. I’ll try to reason with him while he’s unconscious; you stay by his side, ok?”

I nodded lightly and it continued, “Look, maybe if you can bring him fully back the disintegration will stop? Or maybe just become incredibly slow, I dunno, just keep at him-“

His sudden halt confused me, he was just staring.

I reeled back in shock when he coughed violently, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. He was shivering, a hand clutched to his chest.

He screamed in agony, hunching over. I froze. Pit’s own scream had echoed in my mind, binding me to the spot.

I was mortified.

He coughed again, splattering blood onto the floor as his eyes became unfocused. Slowly they slid to look at me,

“W...what’cha doin you…idiot?” He rasped, covering his mouth as he smothered another cough.

Move dammit!! My mind was screaming as I tried to move, but my limbs were locked into place. The Pit in front of me took in deep, ragged breaths, clutching his chest tighter,

“Get help you dumbass!” He growled impatiently before lapsing into another coughing fit.

I flew out of the room, running faster then I would have thought possible. It was mere moments before I was slamming my fists on Mario’s room door at the end of the corridor, but those moments didn’t seem at all like moments at all, but hours.

The door creaked open to reveal the man rubbing his eyes groggily, “Ike? Wattare’ you doing?” He asked, his voice going higher between syllables.

“Please! Hurry! Please help Pit!” I nearly screamed in his face.

Mario immediately began bustling around, but my patience had run out, and before I was even sure that the doctor was trailing behind, I had raced off back to Pit’s aid.

“Pit!” I yelled frantically, running and falling to my knees next to the form lying lifeless on the ground. I pulled him half onto my lap while I cradled his head timidly.

The eyes slowly slipped half open, the distorted cool cerulean blue staring up at me. “D…umbass…” The other replied, smirking slightly before it passed out in my arms.

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“Oh Ike!”

I lifted my head from my arms slowly to see the prince by my side. It had only been a few minutes after Mario had gotten Pit back to the bed and an anesthetic running though him- impressive.

“What on earth happened?” Marth asked, putting an arm around my shoulders. I couldn’t speak, I felt numb, tired. “Ike, please talk to me…”

“He said that he will try to get Pit to wake up…and that the rest is up to us.” I summarized quietly; of course, and then I realized the response I had planned to say was ‘nothing’. Great.

“He? Huh…wait? What do you mean Ike?” Marth asked, tongue-tied and confused.

I sighed lightly, “Never mind Marth-“

“No Ike, tell me! I won’t keep looking the other way for you two anymore!” Marth cut me off, anger obvious in his words as he took his arm away. Someone must have woken him up.

“I’ll tell you later-“

“No Ike! You’ll tell me now!!”

I tiredly looked up at the prince, his face was flushed and he had the look of betrayal about him.

“Don’t take it personally Marth. It will be easier to explain later.” When I have the help of what I’m explaining.

Marth fumed for a few minutes before regaining himself, placing an arm back around my shoulders. “Ike…” He sighed in frustration, “It’s not just you and Pit in this- I’m here for you guys too.”

I smirked lightly, “I know that- where would we be without our wise mother to keep us in line?” He hit my shoulder with his fist angrily but didn’t object, instead he sighed.

“You’d better be grateful this mother is working overtime for you kids.” He muttered, giving my shoulders a squeeze.

Odd now that he had admitted to the role he didn’t seem to fit it. I shook off the thought, brought back by the prince’s soft voice, “Ike, what happened? Tell me.”

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, “We were talking and he just started coughing up blood.” I tried to say calmly, but my voice wavered and an involuntary shudder coursed through me at the memory.

“You were talking?” Marth asked, recoiling back from me. “Pit was awake??”

I sighed and rested my head on my arms, “Not exactly, Pit wasn’t, but I was talking with a Pit.” I muttered; my eyes stinging from lack of sleep.

Marth pouted angrily, “You better remember to tell me everything,” He warned before ruffling my hair roughly.

I glared at him and he smirked, “I’ll go get you something to eat,” Was all he said before he was gone, leaving me alone.

I sighed deeply and looked down at the face of my sleeping angel. “Please wake up soon Pit; I don’t want you to die…” I breathed, lacing my fingers with his and resting my head next to his arm.

I let myself fall asleep, trying to will my mind to break through the thick veil which kept us from being together.