RealizE ThE TrutH (Dark PitxCloud Strife/Super Smash Bros. Ultimate/One-Shot)

RealizE ThE TrutH

Another day, another match, another conflict.

The raven storms out of the stage, throwing his silver bow on the tiled floor and giving the cold shoulder to the others who were at the back cheering on. The tile chips at the force Dark Pit used, in which scares a toon and the twins. He slams the door to the Great Hall open and all the crowd could hear is the stomping fading all the way east. The blonde, pink princess walks towards the door frame and the Hero King follows her, both of them clearly showing concerns as to what could've have happened during the match. However, the blue-haired king places his gentle hand on the princess's shoulder to stop her from whatever she has in mind. She looks back at him wide-eyed and worriedly, while all the prince could do is shake his temple. The blonde sighs and stares at the ground,

"When will this end...?" gloved hands intertwine each other and thumbs swirl. Peach's surely concerned at this situation, as it has been going on for a while. It all could potentially end in one or in other, horrific conclusion.

The King looks back at the rests and sighs once again, shaking his head, "It'll have to take some kind of miracle worker for their situation to become for the better. It only happened one time..." Marth motions his hand and lets it drop against his sides.

The princess gasps quietly then darts her eyes at the direction the raven scrammed off, "So he still hasn't let go of it, I see..."

"Dark Pit!" A voice booms which makes the silenced crowd jump off their shoes. They all look at the direction it came from, only to see a silhouette of a spiked blond mercenary emerge from the dark at quite the speed. While at trance, a large metallic object drops on the floor making a deafening noise. Some of the fighters cover their ears in pain while others notice the man take a sharp right out the Great Hall, the same direction Dark Pit went. A wild, elf-eared hero takes a step forward next to the brunette angel, motioning to stand at the door frame to join the royal members. The hero snickers to himself as he finds this calamity amusing. The group looks at him seriously, and the angel slams his elbow against the wild hero's side.

"What? There he goes again, and will keep on doing so~!" Another snicker, then a chuckle and finally a quick laugh, "He'll never be forgiven, that boy is so stubborn he can't take in the fact he lost to Cloud at that tournament. And that happened only once!" As he finishes speaking, more laughter erupts from his mouth. Some fighters groan quietly at his reaction and others simply feel embarrassment. They all knew he was sleep deprived, but come on...

Suddenly, the brunette frowns and shakes for a split second while darting his sapphire eyes around in an attempt to comprehend that sudden feeling. Marth notices this and his eyes slightly widen, "Pit, Is he...?" Pit looks up with slightly watery moons and stares at Marth directly as he can tell the king finds this reaction familiar, so he goes straight to the point, "Yes..." Marth closes his eyes for a second and looks away, but clearly staring down at the hall even if it's now empty and dead silent. Pit shuts his eyes, containing the salty streams in to then release, blinking rapidly.

'He's simply hurting, confused, and his thoughts are too fuzzy for me to decipher... Please, Cloud, do something for his sake...'

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Dark Pit slams his apartment's front door shut and storms to the bedroom, not caring at all if it made a disturbance down the hall. In sheer anger, he rips his scarf off and throws it against the wall, followed by a soft thump as soon as it hit it. It falls behind the bed but the dark angel's too busy frustrated while trying to undo the toga's purple pin. He begins to grind his teeth as he lets the top half drop, still not feeling relief from all of it completely off. He looks down and proceeds to undo his belt. As he does so, he reminisces on the match he was in just a couple of minutes ago, reminiscing on how he had to fight against Cloud, again. And he swears, the same event from the tournament happened during that one. He swears, Cloud cheated once again, he tricked him again, taunt him so until he failed. A headache begins while he struggles to take his belt off; he was too focused on his thoughts that he didn't realize the front door opening. The door creaks shut and boots thump their way against the carpeted floor towards the bedroom.