The Goddess of Bad Luck (Pit x Reader x Dark Pit) (Under Editing!!)

9) The Adventures of Blue the Cat

(Blue's POV)

It wasn't my fault. You just couldn't blame me for my nose's profound sense of smell. I'm no dog, but I can sure pick up a scent like one. I had been scratching at the bird men wandering from hall to hall, demanding food, but they all just stepped around me! Ignored! Could you believe a feline of my stature could be treated in such a grotesque manner?

No. I couldn't either.

But when the sky was pitch and the candlelight was warming the fortress in the air, I smelt it. Salmon! My ticket to the train of satisfaction was soon leaving and I had to hurry before the aroma had evaded me.

Hoping the bird boy and the human hadn't seen me slip away, I leaped through the halls at top speed, ever so silently as not to disturb the plan. Don't confuse my motives, I do not mind the human, but the bird men were all a different story.

It wasn't long before the bird boy was placing orders for my capture. Who knows what they would do to me! Since my arrival I had been fed peasants' food and put in cages. Not by everyone, but someone like me just can't be loved by all.

I peered around a corner to scope out the scene. The coast was all but clear for a hoard of birdmen surrounded the winged boy from all positions. Clearly, he had summoned the troops for my retrieving. How perfect.

A chill flashed down my spine, like some whirlwind summer storm, for the troops started departing. I leaped behind a statue of porcelain stone. I had inspected it earlier, finding that the paneling behind it was a secret entrance. I decided to leave it to inspect at a later time. The time had arrived.

With my head, I pushed the paneling back into the dark crawl space and went inside. Scratching at the cobwebs falling in my face, I kept forward down the path. I was cautious, and jumpy, you could say as I navigated the pitch-black crawl space with nothing but my acute senses to guide me.

I took a left at some point and walked until I came upon a wall. Gracefully (I assure you) I tumbled out. I arrived in the kitchen, supposedly due to the abundance of tall countertops, made of the finest marble and shined to perfection.

Then I heard a voice I had come to know well, reaching closer to the entrance of the room. I was about to retreat to the crawlspace, but it was too late. There was another birdman after me, and this one must have had some smarts, for he had exposed my hiding place as he moved into the room. "So that's where you have been hiding. The lieutenant general will be happy to hear about this!"

Not the lieutenant commander. I would have preferred the top commander, for he was the worst of all.

The wicked smirk crossing his face was something like a shooting star without hope. With the human girl gone, I had no other choice.

He swooped in, trying to get ahold of me, but I jumped on a few barrels before leaping to the nearest countertop. The surface had just been cleaned, so I could hardly catch myself as I slid across. It might as well have been an ice rink! The birdman moved with the swiftness of a rock, giving me an idea.

I dashed as fast as my feline legs would take me and leaped from counter to counter in a large circle, making him dizzy. Eventually, he fell, clashing with the tile that once supported him. That's when I heard it. Raging footsteps I could feel, and I knew I had to get out of there.

But my hope for departure was all too naive, for the head of the birdmen was approaching. The lieutenant commander! I had come to learn his name to be Carl, and he had come to know me as the bane of his existence.

My arch nemesis looked alarmed, searching around for me before noticing one of his own men passed out on the floor. But he hadn't spotted me, who had attached myself to the chandelier right above his head! Holding my breath, I watched as he called for another strange birdman from the pillar-lined hall.

That's when I felt an odd sensation in my nose, and I was willing to bet that it was because of the dusty chandelier. I let out a small, high-pitched sneeze. Carl shot up, slowly turning his head toward me. It was the end of the line for me. Back to the cage, I would go, and I was well aware that I would be couped up in there longer than I liked.

I didn't struggle when he snatched me from the chandelier and carried me into the hall. I knew he had won.

But then the voice of the human filled my ears. "Oh, I can handle Blue."

Carl smiled at her but passed me a scowl as he placed me in the human's arms. She stroked me saying, "Let's get you some food."

I didn't know a lot of English, but it didn't matter, for I was safe now. I looked at Carl over her shoulder. He was glaring as I smirked in victory.

Handsome cat, one. Carl, zero. 

(Y/n)'s POV)

I stared down the target ahead of me, holding up the bow in my hand. If I was going to survive here, I was going to need to know how to protect myself.

"You got this, (Y/n)!" Pit cheered me on five or six feet away. He was helping me out because even though I wanted to improve on my own, he was adamant about teaching me everything I needed to know. "Just keep your arrow aligned with the target."

I had been out there long enough to make some progress, but I didn't feel any improvement. I shouldn't have beaten myself up for being bad the first time trying something, but I couldn't wait to get better. I needed to be good now!

I let go of the arrow, closing my eyes at the last second. A loud shrieking caused me to open my eyes as a torch mounted on a wall fell onto the centurion below, setting his uniform on fire. He started rushing around the arena, screaming hysterically when another centurion ran out of the armory with a pale of water.

Pit ran over to him as I followed close behind. "Are you alright?!"

The centurion shrugged it off, saying that it was nothing to worry about and he was still in shape to do his job. The moment he looked at me, he quickly excused himself before I could apologize.

Pit turned to me. "It's ok, (Y/n)! He said he was fine so no harm done!"

"I almost killed someone just now Pit! I don't think I'm cut out for this," I admitted.

"Maybe shooting just isn't your thing," Pit noted. He always seemed to look on the bright side. "What if we tried something else, like swords!"

He rushed into the armory and came out with two blades. "Catch!"

He tossed it to me, and I fumbled with the hilt before getting a steady grip. I wasn't sure if changing tactics would help. But if Pit hadn't noticed I was a bad luck wreck by then, he never would.

"Just follow my lead! This will be fun!" he came forward, adjusting my stance. "There you go. Now watch this."

My intention was to listen closely, but something caught my eye. A black figure, fuzzy in the corner of my vision, flew over the temple into the newfound night.

"(Y/n)? Did you hear me?" Pit tilted his head sideways, figuring out that other things had my attention.