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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro, Giorno Giovanna/Guido Mista, Mohammed Abdul | Muhammad Avdol/Jean Pierre Polnareff Characters: Kujo Jotaro, Giorno Giovanna, Guido Mista Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Past Character Death, Implied Relationships, Post-JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 5: Vento Aureo, Vampires, Vampire Turning, Angst and Feels, Mild Blood Summary:

Both the Brando bloodline and Joestar bloodline could be considered “cursed.” Giorno, with both lineages’ blood running through his veins, is no exception to this.

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#5

Blood and Curses 4

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Post Pt 5)

Ch 4/6  (1 2 3 4 5 6)

Characters: Jotaro Kujo, Giorno Giovanna, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Guido Mista, Jolyne Cujoh (mentioned)

This chapter: Implied GioMis

Other chapters: Implied JotaKak, Implied AvPol

Jotaro wants to make sure Giorno doesn’t get himself more involved with Joestar business. Giorno loses his cool while trying to imagine how things could get worse, and ends up close to hurting someone.

It was the longest, most deafening silence yet. Giorno's ears rang in the silence, the only sounds around him the quiet breathing of the people in the room. Jotaro's was the loudest, it sounded almost like he had been running, and was trying to bring his heart rate back to normal. Giorno looked down at his hands again. God, was he thirsty. His mind was becoming clouded again.

"You're right." Jotaro's voice cut through the silence. Even Polnareff seemed surprised by it, turning towards Jotaro quickly. "The Joestars are cursed, but so are the Brandos."

"What's that supposed to—" Mista piped back, cut off when Giorno placed a hand firmly over his mouth.

"I know. I've been looking into my father's history." Giorno looked away, "It seems like bad family lives run in the family, even if not carried by blood."

Jotaro shifted uncomfortably in his seat, understanding on some level what Giorno meant. He was mad that anyone would actively try to hurt a child. Polnareff knew that much. Whether Jotaro wanted to acknowledge it or not, he had always had some level of talent with kids. Maybe it was a result of his doting mother, or his absent father. 

That was why Polnareff was surprised that he would leave Jolyne. 

But now he understood. He wanted to break the cycle of tragedy and deaths within the Joestar bloodline. He rationalized his absence by convincing himself that Jolyne would be safer that way. 

"You should stay out of Joestar business." Jotaro's voice was back in its plain, matter-of-fact tone, "If you get involved, then you'll get hurt more than you already have."

Giorno dug his fingernails into the couch. Worse? How could things get worse than this? 

He lost track of himself for a moment. Coming to, he was on top of Mista again, Jotaro holding him by the wrists from behind. There was a small cut on the side of the other man's neck. Not as deep as last time, but still bleeding. Giorno let himself go limp. This situation was hopeless. If Jotaro hadn't been here, or had been a little slower, he might have really hurt him. 

"Sorry. Stopped focusing for a minute." Giorno barely eked out the words. 

"It's not your fault." Jotaro said it forcefully, "None of this is your fault." He pulled Giorno back to the place he had been sitting before, and moved back to his own seat. There wasn't a full cup of tea left on the table. Jotaro had been in such a rush that he ran into the table and they all spilled. 

Giorno looked at his fingertips, the only evidence that he had attacked Mista again being a small amount of flesh caught under his fingernails, "Not my fault..." He mouthed the words to himself, doubting their truth.

10 notes • Posted 2021-08-07 14:38:22 GMT

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 6

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 6: A Promise of Death (6/?)

(want a better explanation of what’s happening to Dark? check the post here for the headcanon that led to this fic. contains spoilers!)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Viridi, Pit, Palutena, Hades (mentioned), Pitcest

Dark learns the extent of the damage that the Chaos Kin has done to him. He’s now thinking about what to say to Pit with more urgency than ever. To make things worse, he’ll have to wait until Pit manages to defeat Hades.

From what he understood, it was several days before he woke up. Once he regained consciousness, he could barely breathe without coughing. His throat was raw and pounded with every pulse of his heart. Viridi told him the hypothesis she and Palutena had come up with for his condition. She wasn't sarcastic nor cheerful as she spoke. 

"When the Chaos Kin's remains attacked you, a portion of them attached to your lungs." She frowned, "We tried to remove them, we really did, but it's fused with your flesh. It'd be impossible to get rid of it without killing you in the process."

"Does Pit--" Dark began, his hoarse voice swiftly cut off by the goddess. 

"No, we haven't told him." Viridi looked him in the eyes, "He's preparing for his final battle with Hades. He needs to be focused."

The angel nodded in agreement. His mind was swimming in so many thoughts that he couldn't figure out what to say. Finally, his mind fell onto the three years he lost, and the several days just now, "Will I die?"

Viridi was silent for several moments. She looked away, trying to find a way to dodge the question. When she found none, she spoke, "Yes." her eyes were sad, "You will, but it won't be quick."

"Will it...will it keep hurting this bad?" He hated the fact that he sounded like a small child. He sounded like someone who didn't understand what was going on. 

"I'm already looking into medicine to mitigate the pain and symptoms." Viridi seemed to pick up on the internal crisis, but didn't mention it, "Palutena's going to help me once Hades is dealt with."

"You should help them too..."

"I am. I don't want you to suffer, though." the goddess walked over to a shelf and grabbed something, "For now, take this. It'll make you drowsy, but it'll relieve the pain. We'll make sure you have something that actually keeps you from coughing your brains out as soon as possible."

Dark grabbed the bottle when she extended her hand. There were two pills inside. He stared at them for a long moment before Viridi handed him a glass of water, and he used it to help him swallow them. He stared at the empty bottle now.

"If you want to tell Pit how you feel, the next time you see him will probably be your chance." Viridi walked to the room's door, grabbing the handle, "For now, get some rest."

The words churned in his stomach a while. He thought about telling Pit how he felt again, but instead of making him feel silly, each attempt at imagining a scenario filled him with dread. What If Pit were to feel obligated to say yes to him because of his condition? 

A quick answer solved that problem. He wouldn't tell Pit until he had to. And...if he said no anyway, Dark would have to deal with the rejection. He supposed that somewhere in him, that was always the plan. If he said no, Dark would just disappear to do whatever he wanted, forever remaining unbound by anyone. He liked that idea. But he couldn't run away from Pit. Not now, after being saved. Even if it was all for naught.

He leaned back down onto the bed, growing more tired by the moment. Whatever Viridi had given him was strong stuff. Maybe too strong if he had a say, but he didn't know the extent of the damage that the Chaos Kin had done, and Viridi did. He thought again about Pit. Maybe, even if he was rejected, he could settle for having a friend in his short, pathetic life. 

It continued like this. Coughing fits and medicine that knocked him out in between. Viridi would give him updates on the upcoming battle with Hades as time passed, as though Dark could tell how long it had been from inside the confines of this room. Even when offered food, he barely ate, and Viridi didn't say anything about it. She could understand just from the angel's silence on the subject that he wasn't ready to know more about his current state. 

Palutena had been relaying back to Viridi about Pit's concern for the other angel since he wasn't one to be so silent without reason. The last time it had been his injury. Dark would always insist that he would be the one to tell Pit, though, and not until after Hades was defeated. It was that much that made it to Palutena.

What barely made it to even Viridi, though, was just how bad Dark was feeling. Even the medicine didn't entirely keep him from feeling the pain in his lungs. That burning, searing pain that made it so he could barely think about moving for most of the day. He knew he was losing weight, too. The clothes that had once fit him well now hung limply off of his figure. 

Once or twice, he had made it to a hot spring that Viridi had prepared in an attempt to help heal him, but there was no luck even in that. Dark had even passed out and nearly drowned once or twice. Getting water into his already damaged lungs certainly didn't help him. He stopped going to the hot spring after that. 

Once he finally, finally, received word of Hades' defeat, Dark went to join Pit in his victory celebration, despite the pain shooting through his body with every breath. At this point, it was no longer a matter of what the dark angel wanted to do. It was a matter of what he needed to do. And he needed to tell Pit how he felt before it was too late. 

10 notes • Posted 2021-10-30 17:02:21 GMT

#3

Blood and Curses 3

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Post Pt 5)

Ch 3/6 (1 2 3 4 5 6)

Characters: Jotaro Kujo, Giorno Giovanna, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Guido Mista, Josuke Higashikata (mentioned), Noriaki Kakyoin (mentioned)

This chapter: Implied GioMis, Implied JotaKak, Implied AvPol

Jotaro finally gets a glimpse of Golden Experience. Polnareff has no idea how to read the room, and brings up unwelcome memories. Giorno realizes that having Joestar blood won’t be doing him any favors.

"Do you want me to heal your hands?" Giorno broke that deafening silence once he had stared at the tea so long that it had gone cold.

Jotaro took a moment to consider the offer before overturning his hands and picking the last of the shards out of his palms, "Go ahead, but you're getting pinned if you pull anything."

"I won't do anything weird." Giorno sighed. The smell was messing with his head. He just wanted to be rid of it, and that was most of the reason he wanted to heal Jotaro. Otherwise, he wouldn't have taken a risk at getting himself hurt, "It's going to sting. Don't tackle me just because it hurts." Giorno walked around the table, motioning for Mista to stand down once more. The Pistols were floating around him nervously, waiting to attack if Jotaro made a sudden move. Jotaro had obviously noticed, and a stone-cold glare kept them in place just as well as Giorno's order. 

"Don't look so scary, Jotaro." Polnareff nudged his friend's arm, "Giorno won't do anything to hurt you, and neither will Guido. I promise."

Jotaro muttered something under his breath as Giorno grabbed his hands. He summoned Golden Experience, and within moments Jotaro's wounds were healed. Jotaro looked at his hands, and then at the pieces of teacup that had fallen out of his wounds on the floor before his eyes moved to Giorno, who had already made his way back to his seat. This kid was just as good—if not better—at healing as Josuke. 

There was a sudden, almost prideful, grin on Mista's face, "Pretty impressive, huh? Giorno—er, the boss, is pretty amazing."

Jotaro looked in a random direction. The tone in Mista's voice awakened something in his mind that he had to take a moment to put away. It was a shame that Polnareff still had no idea how to read the room.

"The way he said that reminds me of you and Kakyoin." 

Something caught in Jotaro's throat. He swallowed hard.

Giorno remembered a story that Polnareff had told him. Noriaki Kakyoin had become very close with Jotaro during the trip to Egypt. He had died to discover the truth about DIO's stand, and save Jotaro's mother. Giorno had always wondered about the vague way Polnareff addressed the relationship, but now he understood.

"You lost people too, huh?" Giorno's mind wandered to what had led him here. All the people who died, even after just meeting him, in order to help him achieve his dream. 

"Yeah." It was Polnareff who answered him, finally picking up on Jotaro's emotions, "Some people we were really close with." Giorno couldn't tell for sure, but he thought he saw a tear forming at the edge of the turtle's eye. Jotaro pushed the reptile closer to his hip and held him there.

Giorno looked to Mista, who scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He looked genuinely sad himself, behind the uncomfortable expression on his face. That's when the thought brought itself forth. "The Joestars are cursed. Wherever they go, they bring death."

He didn't realize he said it out loud until he found Jotaro staring him down.

12 notes • Posted 2021-08-04 16:09:20 GMT

#2

Blood and Curses 2

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Post Pt 5)

Ch 2/6 (1 2 3 4 5 6)

This chapter: Implied GioMis, Implied JotaKak

Future chapters: Implied AvPol

Jotaro insisted on being the one to help Giorno Giovanna when the Speedwagon Foundation reported his vampiric heritage had awoken within him. Over tea, he does his best to keep his cool, in spite of the fact that memories he doesn’t want to think of keep surfacing.

"What do you mean by that?" Giorno finally responded once they were sitting calmly on the two couches, positioned on opposite sides of a coffee table, "How can I be a vampire?"

"Your father was one." Jotaro seemed irritated by the very thought, "Evil with no parallel. I killed him with my own hands." He took a sip of tea.

Giorno was angry for a moment, but the way Jotaro's large hands gripped his cup told him more than the remorseless statement. That man had taken something from him. Giorno recalled another of Polnareff's stories, and remembered that Jotaro had lost someone important to him, and that DIO's very existence had almost killed his mother. 

"Why didn't anything happen until now?" 

"Probably something to do with the fact that you're only half vampire. I'm sure you're aware that your mother was human." Jotaro presented the theory just as plainly as anything else. 

Giorno sat with that thought for awhile. Half vampire. Maybe that's why the sun hadn't done anything other than burn him quickly, "What am I supposed to do?" Giorno looked into his teacup, comparing the amber color to blood in his own head, "I can't exactly live with this thirst..."

"The Speedwagon Foundation is making preparations to provide you with human blood." Jotaro sighed, "It should work to keep you from hurting anyone."

Giorno mulled the thought over, “Where are they even going to—“

“If you’re going to keep asking annoying questions, then I’m leaving.” Jotaro took another sip, “Just know that we have sources, and nobody is going to die for it.”

The blond was honestly surprised by the man’s confidence. Despite being surrounded by dozens of Passione members, he was stone-faced. He didn’t even flinch when Mista made a move like he was going to pull his gun. Giorno stopped him, of course, but he admired that Jotaro never seemed to fear being hurt.

“You’re a Joestar, through and through.” The way that wall of a man said it, plain and simple, like any other insane statement he had made that day, was almost comforting at this point, “The Speedwagon Foundation is going to help you, whether you want it or not.”

“A Joestar? I don’t understand.”

“DIO may technically be your father, but he was using Jonathan Joestar’s body when you were conceived.” Jotaro looked at Polnareff for a moment, gently petting his head with a bent index finger as if he was a normal turtle, “Your birthmark is proof of that much.”

“He’s got the spirit of one, too!” Polnareff piped up, “Heroic, just like the rest.”

Jotaro seemed to flinch from that statement. Giorno thought that he might not see himself that way, even though he carried himself with confidence that suggested otherwise. 

“Other than the vampire thing,” There was something softer in Jotaro’s voice now, “Are you okay?”

Giorno looked into his tea again. Many small pieces that had been floating around in the liquid had sunken to the bottom now, cluttering together. He looked up at Jotaro, "I think I'll be okay." It was a lie. He had only just begun to process what had happened to get him here. The people he met and lost in such a short time. He was still dealing with that.

"I'll leave you with some information on psychologists in the Foundation." Jotaro's eyes cut through him, "If you decide you need them."

The blond halfway curled into himself. Was he that obvious in his lie? His focus was really so bad that he couldn't tell a simple lie? 

Polnareff broke the silence that had found itself filling the room, "Why don't we tell him a few stories about our old friends?"

The cup in Jotaro's hands shattered. Giorno flinched at the dull crunching noise it made. Polnareff made a noise, half concerned, half apologetic. Mista's face curled up in confusion.

But Jotaro stared straight ahead of himself, "If you want to, you can." His face was blank, "But I'm not going to. Other than you and JiJi, they're long dead. There's no use in me bringing them up."

"Ah, Mr. Joestar is still kicking?"

"He's gone senile."

"How're Jolyne and your wife?"

"I got divorced. I haven't seen Jolyne in over a year."

"Oh."

That silence persisted longer than the ones before. Giorno's eyes lingered on Jotaro's bleeding hands. Red droplets slid off of them along with the pieces of porcelain that had once been a teacup. Mista noticed the look in the blond's eyes, tugging on the shoulder of his suit with some amount of force. Giorno looked away, focusing again on his own tea. 

15 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 02:41:09 GMT

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Something I’ve been thinking about with EoH;

Josuke never got to meet Kakyoin. He never got to see how Jotaro was around him.

He’s seen Jotaro smile before, but only a couple of times. All were brief little smirks of adoration and pride towards courage and progress shown by him and the others. When he first met young Jotaro, he expected it to be just the same. Maybe it was some sort of dissonance between him and the idea that 17-year-old Jotaro Kujo was suddenly there in Morioh that led him to that conclusion.

This Jotaro is different, though. Less jaded. Less mature. He’s more easily irritated, and less good at keeping his emotions in check. He doesn’t strategize, he doesn’t plan for anything. He just wants to punch his problems until they stop being problems. And his face seems even more stone-cold than the Jotaro he knows. There’s something in his eyes that’s more actively hurt and empty.

And then Josuke met Noriaki Kakyoin. Kakyoin, or “Nori” as Jotaro tended to call him, brought some sort of warmth to the young Jotaro’s whole being. Kakyoin was sarcastic, almost rude at times, but there was a kind tone about all of it. He made a snide comment about Josuke’s hair, maybe hoping to lighten the mood with everything going on. Josuke started to get mad. The one to catch the punch he threw was Jotaro. The grip he had on Josuke’s wrist was so tight that it almost made him forget why he was even angry. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger, either. It was protectiveness, bordering on desperation.

That’s when Josuke started to notice things. The small movements at the corners of Jotaro’s mouth every time Kakyoin made a snide comment. The way the two would hover near each other. The moments where they leaned on one another as they grew tired. The absolute trust in one another as they stood side by side in battle after battle.

And when they were together, Jotaro would often smile. It was a different sort of smile than those pride-filled smirks of the Jotaro he knew. It was one of happiness, of admiration, of caring.

Of love.

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 9

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 9: The Ticking Clock (9/?)

(want a better explanation of what’s happening to Dark? check the post here for the headcanon that led to this fic. contains spoilers!)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Pit, Palutena, Pitcest

After a quick incident, Pit and Dark continue on their quest for a meal. But something seems off, and Pit is being uncharacteristically quiet. Did Dark manage to upset him, or is there something else on his mind?

There was yelling. Lots of yelling. Dark couldn't quite make most of it out. The only thing he could understand was "blood clot." All of this was almost funny. Palutena lifted him up by his wings and hit him with something that knocked the remaining wind out of him, along with a huge splatter of blood, and a large chunk of it. As he regained the ability to breathe, it took several moments for his vision to return. 

All of this was so hopeless. 

So human. 

Humans in that village had died from sickness. Dark had always thought himself untouchable in comparison. He was supposed to be immortal. That was what he had planned for, figuring out things as he went. Staying out of all this business between the gods. Maybe he wouldn't have fallen for Pit, or at least not realized he had, if things had gone according to plan.

"Pittoo, are you alright?" Pit's voice pulled him out of the fantasy.

"Yeah, I will be." Dark blinked slowly as Pit came into focus again. He wondered why he was suddenly okay with being called by that stupid nickname.

"You need to be careful about sitting in certain positions." Palutena frowned, "If things pool too badly, you'll end up suffocating."

"Great, another thing to worry about." Dark sat up and wiped the now partially dried blood away from his mouth and nose using his arm, "Did you have to use me as a pinata?" He looked to the red splatter in front of him, and the admittedly small chunk that sat in it.

"I panicked." It was Pit who responded. So it was him who had hit the angel square between the wings.

"You're a good shot, at least. Only had to hit me once." Dark looked to Pit, who had a little bit of blood on his white clothing, "Hn...red doesn't really suit you." He had hoped Pit would laugh, but he frowned instead.

"I didn't mean to--"

"Not even a little laugh?" Dark sighed. It hurt a little, but expressed the feeling, "I'd rather lighten the mood a little at this point."

Palutena tried not to frown, "There's a lot to talk about regarding this, Pittoo." 

"I know." Dark rubbed his forehead with his fingers, thinking that the nickname didn't sound as good from her, "We have to discuss when exactly you'll put me out of my misery, I guess? Or where I'll die? Can't I just eat a meal before we go into all that heavy stuff?" He saw Pit physically wilt at that statement, and it made Dark wonder if he should have just shut his mouth. 

"Alright. I apologize." Palutena must have seen Pit too, because she seemed desperate to change the topic, "Come to the kitchen, and I'll have the Centurions prepare something."

Pit came over and helped Dark to his feet, his hand lingering in the other angel's even after he was standing. He was strangely quiet and turned to the door, letting go. Great. I did upset him... Dark thought. 

They were both silent as they walked towards the kitchen. The sun felt a little too bright outside to Dark, since he had recently spent so much time inside. He could hear Pit's stomach growling. That angel was gluttonous, to put it lightly, but Dark found the question of when he had last eaten floating into his thoughts. Was that how badly he had stressed Pit out?

Dark nearly walked past the kitchen while he was consumed in thought, even though his legs felt like they were about to give out. He followed Pit into the room and sat down. It always smelled so good in here. Dark knew that, despite having never come here himself. Old memories of Pit's still lingered within his soul. Maybe he was jealous of these memories. They were so warm, so nice...

But they didn't belong to him. They belonged to Pit.

Pit wasn't looking at him. Maybe Palutena saying what she had had finally gotten through to him that Dark really wouldn't make it, even though she had doubtless said it while the dark angel was unconscious.

Finally, Pit's voice cut through the silence, "I know what's in that medicine they made for you." It was out of nowhere, "And if you don't die from what the Chaos Kin did to you, the medicine will kill you."

"What do you--"

"There's a lot of powerful magic that went into it." Pit still wasn't looking at him, "It's meant to keep you out of pain. But I went on missions to get the herbs and flowers and everything else..." Dark could see tears peeking at the edges of Pit's eyes, "You'll be dead in a few months. Our bodies aren't made to handle that stuff."

The silence was palpable, and the air felt undeniably thick, "Not meant to..."

"Pittoo, I--" Pit noticed the look on Dark's face quickly. He didn't seem phased before, but hearing something so definite said out loud must have driven it in, maybe too hard, "They told me not to say anything, but I couldn't just let that go."

"A few months..." Dark said it quietly. He had been strangely okay with all of this up until now. But the medicine...it was going to kill him?

"Lady Palutena said you'd only last a few days without any medicine." Pit frowned, "But knowing that the medicine itself will take you away is--"

"It's you watching yourself die." Dark's mind was back with Pit's burning feathers again.

"Pittoo..." Pit trailed off, placing a hand on top of Dark's.

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 8

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 8: The Unreachable Future (8/?)

(want a better explanation of what’s happening to Dark? check the post here for the headcanon that led to this fic. contains spoilers!)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Pit, Palutena, Viridi (mentioned), Pitcest

Dark takes up residence in Palutena’s temple as she and Viridi work on perfecting his medicine. Pit is understandably worried, but his unbridled optimism seems to keep him on top of the situation. Dark is understandably irritated by it. They both realize that it’s going to take a lot more than ignoring it to move on from what happened in the Chaos Vortex.

He didn't fully regain consciousness for a long while. There were periods where he could feel the sheets under him or hear the others talking nearby, but he couldn't move. He couldn't sit up or insist he was okay. When he did open his eyes, they had a dull look about them. Pit was always nearby, easily recognizable to the foggy-brained Dark. He could feel Pit's hand touch his lightly, or a damp cloth running across his face and wings. 

Once he was fully awake again, he felt in a worse state than ever. Much of the previous days had resulted from Palutena and Viridi trying to use new medicines on him. Finally, they had found one that let him be conscious, but it would take a few days to build up enough to help relieve his symptoms and pain. 

Pit hugged him, more gently this time, when he opened his eyes, "You're okay!"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." It had taken Dark a while to find his voice, but this was the first thing he could think to say.

"You didn't really have a chance." Pit frowned.

"Still, I..." Dark closed his eyes a moment, "I feel like you deserved to know before all that."

"It's okay."

It wasn't okay. None of this was okay. There wasn't anything that was okay about the fact that Dark was going to die before he had a chance to live. There wasn't anything okay about the fact that the Chaos Kin had managed to do lasting damage to him. First, it had stolen three years. Now it had stolen all the rest. "I don't want to die." The sentence was an all-too-plain watering down of everything he felt. 

"I don't want you to die either." Pit was honest, as always, "But at this point, all we can do is try to enjoy what you have left. Together."

Together. That was a concept Dark didn't often think about. There was someone he wanted to enjoy his time with now. He leaned onto Pit's shoulder, "I think that would be pretty okay."

Pit thought the gesture was unlike his doppelganger at first, but welcomed it after a moment of silence. He suspected it was the calmest that either of them had experienced in days. Pit had sacrificed his bed for Dark to rest in, and had therefore been forced to sleep on the room's couch. But now, they sat next to each other, finally having a chance to think.

"I'd understand if you don't want to be around me." Dark was looking at his hands, gently flexing his fingers. They were stiff. His whole body was, from the weeks of idleness, "You're a cheerful person, and this really isn't a cheerful situation..."

"I mean, times like this are why I like being optimistic." Pit paused a moment before hesitantly grabbing one of Dark's hands, "Because it means I can still believe that you'll pull through."

"But you know I won't." Dark thought about the way Pit's hand felt in his. So warm, and a little calloused because of his affinity for the bow, "I know I'm just being pessimistic. But I won't live. I'll die before I even get to experience life."

"You..." Pit looked at his face, "There's still plenty of time for that. I promise."

"We don't know how long I have."

"That's why Lady Palutena and Viridi are working on medicine. It'll give you time."

Dark went silent. This was what he hated. Pit was too optimistic about it. Way too optimistic. Pit wanted so badly for things to be okay that he convinced himself that they were. 

"Don't ignore me." Pit looked down, "Please don't ignore me."

"I'm not trying to." Dark sighed, playing with the edge of his tunic using his free hand, "I'm just trying to believe you. It's not working."

"Pittoo..." Pit trailed off before he could say anything.

"I just...The world has been cruel to me." The raven-haired angel closed his eyes, "Every time I have something, it gets taken from me. I thought I was better at fighting than you, and then you bested me, and I got hurt helping you. I made friends in the human village where I went to heal...and it was razed by your shell. I thought I could have a life, and now that's..." He could feel tears peeking at the edge of his eyes, and paused to push them back, "I guess I'm worried about something happening to you, now."

Pit looked at their joined hands, squeezing Dark's slightly. It had grown thin and bony. He found himself thinking about just how worse-for-wear he was. Their hands hardly even looked alike now, beyond being the same size, "Hey, do you want something to eat?"

"You're always hungry, aren't you?" Dark was thankful for the change of subject, despite his confusion, "But I guess I am. I don't know the last time I actually ate something."

"I'll go get something from the kitchen." Pit was reluctant to leave, but he wanted to help his companion the best he could. 

"Let me come with." Dark made a movement to get up, "I haven't done anything other than rest for days, and the extent of before that was stretching..."

"Be careful, okay?" Pit frowned, "Don't push yourself if you can't--"

"Don't treat me like I'm weak." Dark snapped. He knew Pit just wanted to help, but he didn't want to be treated like a child, "Dying or not, I'm still me."

"Right, sorry." 

"Let's go." Dark let go of Pit's hand and stood up. His legs shook under him when his feet hit the floor. It was irritating, this decline. He never asked for it. He didn't want to fall apart.

"You okay?" Pit's voice rang out after him once he had been standing still for a few seconds.

Dark realized his stillness when Pit called out to him, "Yeah, I'm fine. I think we should start going on walks, though."

Pit smiled, "Yeah! We need to spend more time together, anyway. We haven't really talked about what happened in the garden..."

Dark couldn't explain why, but a chill ran up his spine at the mention of that. Even though they were holding hands and leaning against each other, they hadn't talked about it. They hadn't talked about Pit's overzealous hug throwing him into all this. They hadn't talked about the feeling of Pit touching his hand while he was barely conscious. 

"Hey, why are you holding your breath?" Pit was halfway ready to run to Dark before he snapped out of it. 

The first breath after he realized he was holding it burnt. It reminded him of the cinders of Pit's burning wings, and brought back that flaming image and the choking feeling, "Are you upset with me?" His voice was hoarse, and it was the first thing he could think to say. 

"Huh? For what?" Pit was just as clueless as he ever was.

"I almost killed you." He really was frozen now, the orange glow firing up in his mind, "And now I confessed to you, and I'm dying, and..." Dark didn't even notice Pit had come to the other side of the bed until he felt arms wrapping around him gently. 

"I meant what I said, okay?" Pit was holding him tightly, arms resting across the dark angel's back, just below his wings, "I didn't know you were sick when I said it, and I mean it whether you are or not."

Dark leaned forward, resting his head against Pit's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around Pit similarly. He wanted to cry again. He could feel the tears trying to push their way out. But his breathing burned, and he knew that if he started crying, he would fall into another coughing fit, "I hate this." He whispered it, his voice barely wanting to squeeze out as it tightened with the threat of tears. 

Pit couldn't think of what to say. He didn't want to hug Dark tighter and restrict his breathing, but he also didn't want him to cry. He took instead to staying quiet for a moment. They were both acting out of character. It wasn't like Pit to be quiet, and it wasn't like Dark to get emotional. But here they were, in this barely-lit room, holding onto each other for dear life. 

They both had the thought at the same time. Burning feathers floating through the air, and the smell that came with them. That was the last time they had held onto each other in a way even close to this. Dark, who had already started to fall into this thought before the hug, was the first to let go. He didn't push Pit away, or even say anything to him. He just let his arms fall to his sides. The orange glow. The heat. The choking. Pit released moments after.

Dark placed a hand to his own throat. The choking. The fire in his lungs. Blood. So much flaky, dry blood on what once were Pit's wings. He could feel that fire in his throat, raw from coughing and cocktails of medicine. He could see the blood on the floor, and feel what it was for his body to go limp once more.

He wasn't coughing this time, but he looked up and saw terror in Pit's eyes, not unlike what they had looked like in the garden. Dark moved the hand from his throat to his lips, realizing that he wasn't breathing. As he moved his hand into his view he saw it again, felt the bubbling in the back of his throat.

More blood. It was coming from his mouth and nose. It wasn't a lot, but he couldn't breathe. His vision was blurring as the door swung open with a crash, and Palutena ran into the room. 

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 7

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 7: A Confession Cut Short (7/?)

(want a better explanation of what’s happening to Dark? check the post here for the headcanon that led to this fic. contains spoilers!)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Viridi, Pit, Palutena, Pitcest

Dark finally has a chance to open up about his feelings, but the moment is unceremoniously cut short. 

When the two landed on the grounds of Palutena's temple, Pit hugged his dark counterpart tightly. Dark knew that this was just an expression of relief, and not an admission of what he was about to confess himself, but it still made his heart pound. It hurt this time. Not just physically, but mentally. Knowing that one day he would see Pit for the last time. 

"Hey, Pit, I know that you're probably tired," Dark inhaled, trying to prepare himself, but it made his chest burn, "But do you have time to talk?"

"Of course, Pittoo!" Pit smiled, "I've been pretty worried about you."

"Good, let's go somewhere a little more private, okay?"

Pit nodded, moving forward, "I know a place."

The place Pit led him to was a beautiful garden. Dark was sure he noticed the slowness in his movements as he made an attempt not to aggravate any symptoms by moving so much when he hadn't recently, but he went on as if nothing was wrong. He was focused, at the moment, on making sure he didn't screw this up. Pit sat down on a bench under a small tree, and Dark sat next to him.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Pit seemed a little worried, sure, but was otherwise his usual self. 

Dark was absolutely sure in that moment that he looked like hell, but he spoke anyway, "Those three years made me think a lot...well, when I could think, that is." He chuckled awkwardly. It hurt. "And then you saved my life. That pretty much confirmed it for me." The dark-haired boy could barely make himself look up at Pit as he finished talking, "Pit, I'm in love with you."

Pit stayed quiet for several moments, a surprised look plastered across his face. Dark could almost see the gears turning in his head. His heart was pounding against his ribs again. Maybe he had gone too fast. Maybe he had used the wrong words. But it was done now. There wasn't much that could be changed.

And then Pit hugged him, shoving his head into the other angel's chest. It was sudden, and nearly knocked the air out of Dark's lungs with its force, "I feel the same." Pit seemed excited, "I think I realized it when I saved you. There was only one thought in my head, and that was that I couldn't let you die."

Dark was silent now, trying to regain his breath without making it too obvious. He returned the hug. Tears were peeking at the edges of his eyes, partially from the relief and partially from the pain.

That's when Pit noticed. He could hear the shallow, painful breaths, and the slight wheezing from Dark's mouth, "Pittoo, are you okay?" He pulled away, now noticing the tears.

That's when the black-winged angel couldn't hide things anymore. He started on another coughing fit as soon as Pit stopped talking, as if he was following a cue. Pit thought it was a joke for a brief moment, but when the first small splash of blood fell from Dark's mouth, he knew something was severely wrong. 

Pit had a death grip on Dark's shoulder as he halfway yelled for Palutena through the laurel crown. Palutena responded to the panic quickly, immediately suspecting what had happened. Dark's vision was blurring again, and he noticed a small amount of blood had splashed onto Pit's white tunic. As he saw a flash of green out of the corner of his eye, he slumped into Pit's chest, and sank once more away from the world of the living. 

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 6

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 6: A Promise of Death (6/?)

(want a better explanation of what’s happening to Dark? check the post here for the headcanon that led to this fic. contains spoilers!)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Viridi, Pit, Palutena, Hades (mentioned), Pitcest

Dark learns the extent of the damage that the Chaos Kin has done to him. He’s now thinking about what to say to Pit with more urgency than ever. To make things worse, he’ll have to wait until Pit manages to defeat Hades.

From what he understood, it was several days before he woke up. Once he regained consciousness, he could barely breathe without coughing. His throat was raw and pounded with every pulse of his heart. Viridi told him the hypothesis she and Palutena had come up with for his condition. She wasn't sarcastic nor cheerful as she spoke. 

"When the Chaos Kin's remains attacked you, a portion of them attached to your lungs." She frowned, "We tried to remove them, we really did, but it's fused with your flesh. It'd be impossible to get rid of it without killing you in the process."

"Does Pit--" Dark began, his hoarse voice swiftly cut off by the goddess. 

"No, we haven't told him." Viridi looked him in the eyes, "He's preparing for his final battle with Hades. He needs to be focused."

The angel nodded in agreement. His mind was swimming in so many thoughts that he couldn't figure out what to say. Finally, his mind fell onto the three years he lost, and the several days just now, "Will I die?"

Viridi was silent for several moments. She looked away, trying to find a way to dodge the question. When she found none, she spoke, "Yes." her eyes were sad, "You will, but it won't be quick."

"Will it...will it keep hurting this bad?" He hated the fact that he sounded like a small child. He sounded like someone who didn't understand what was going on. 

"I'm already looking into medicine to mitigate the pain and symptoms." Viridi seemed to pick up on the internal crisis, but didn't mention it, "Palutena's going to help me once Hades is dealt with."

"You should help them too..."

"I am. I don't want you to suffer, though." the goddess walked over to a shelf and grabbed something, "For now, take this. It'll make you drowsy, but it'll relieve the pain. We'll make sure you have something that actually keeps you from coughing your brains out as soon as possible."

Dark grabbed the bottle when she extended her hand. There were two pills inside. He stared at them for a long moment before Viridi handed him a glass of water, and he used it to help him swallow them. He stared at the empty bottle now.

"If you want to tell Pit how you feel, the next time you see him will probably be your chance." Viridi walked to the room's door, grabbing the handle, "For now, get some rest."

The words churned in his stomach a while. He thought about telling Pit how he felt again, but instead of making him feel silly, each attempt at imagining a scenario filled him with dread. What If Pit were to feel obligated to say yes to him because of his condition? 

A quick answer solved that problem. He wouldn't tell Pit until he had to. And...if he said no anyway, Dark would have to deal with the rejection. He supposed that somewhere in him, that was always the plan. If he said no, Dark would just disappear to do whatever he wanted, forever remaining unbound by anyone. He liked that idea. But he couldn't run away from Pit. Not now, after being saved. Even if it was all for naught.

He leaned back down onto the bed, growing more tired by the moment. Whatever Viridi had given him was strong stuff. Maybe too strong if he had a say, but he didn't know the extent of the damage that the Chaos Kin had done, and Viridi did. He thought again about Pit. Maybe, even if he was rejected, he could settle for having a friend in his short, pathetic life. 

It continued like this. Coughing fits and medicine that knocked him out in between. Viridi would give him updates on the upcoming battle with Hades as time passed, as though Dark could tell how long it had been from inside the confines of this room. Even when offered food, he barely ate, and Viridi didn't say anything about it. She could understand just from the angel's silence on the subject that he wasn't ready to know more about his current state. 

Palutena had been relaying back to Viridi about Pit's concern for the other angel since he wasn't one to be so silent without reason. The last time it had been his injury. Dark would always insist that he would be the one to tell Pit, though, and not until after Hades was defeated. It was that much that made it to Palutena.

What barely made it to even Viridi, though, was just how bad Dark was feeling. Even the medicine didn't entirely keep him from feeling the pain in his lungs. That burning, searing pain that made it so he could barely think about moving for most of the day. He knew he was losing weight, too. The clothes that had once fit him well now hung limply off of his figure. 

Once or twice, he had made it to a hot spring that Viridi had prepared in an attempt to help heal him, but there was no luck even in that. Dark had even passed out and nearly drowned once or twice. Getting water into his already damaged lungs certainly didn't help him. He stopped going to the hot spring after that. 

Once he finally, finally, received word of Hades' defeat, Dark went to join Pit in his victory celebration, despite the pain shooting through his body with every breath. At this point, it was no longer a matter of what the dark angel wanted to do. It was a matter of what he needed to do. And he needed to tell Pit how he felt before it was too late. 

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 5

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 5: Healing and Pain (5/?)

(want a better explanation of what’s starting to happen to Dark? check the post here for the headcanon that led to this fic. contains spoilers!)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Viridi, Pit, Palutena, Hades (mentioned briefly), Pandora (mentioned, fought but not in detail), Pitcest

Pit was hurt, dying. His wings had burnt off in his effort to save Dark. In the mad dash to save him, Dark begins to realize, and ignore, that he might be hurt himself. 

When Viridi was able to call them back, they both hit the platform of Palutena's temple with a sharp thud. Palutena used the bit of her power she had already regained to destroy the remains of the Chaos Kin. It took a few moments before his windpipe cleared, but his first question was about Pit.

Barely alive. He was barely alive. His wings had been reduced to a few feathers on burnt stumps. Even as Palutena held his limp form, Dark found himself looking through her. Pit was going to die. Hell, if Pit died, he might as well be dead. His chest still felt tight. Which part of the situation had caused it, he didn't know. Had it been the Chaos Kin? The smoke? The way his heart continued to pound against his ribs?

It was a quick decision from all of them to try and save Pit. As soon as Palutena could speak again, Dark prepared himself for battle. Even as he flew along to the Rewind Spring, talking with the goddesses, his mind was on Pit. Pit, and the growing tightness in his chest. This wasn't like before. It wasn't the butterflies-in-his-stomach type of tightness. No, it was different. It felt physical, and almost burned.

The feeling continued as he shot through monster after monster and as Hades taunted the group. It almost got worse as the battle raged on. When he landed next to the Rewind Spring, the pain seemed to reach a peak, but he ignored it. There were more significant problems to deal with. 

Of course, Pandora had to show up. As he fought her, the already horrible pain continued to increase. When she fell, he thought he might pass out from the pain. But no, he had to help Pit. As he held the limp, wingless angel and dipped him into the spring, a lot was going through his head. The closeness nearly made his heart jump out of his chest, but he instead quickly dipped Pit's wings into the spring and pulled him back out, new wings, just as bright as before reforming where they belonged. Dark backed away swiftly. He didn't want to be so close when Pit regained consciousness. 

It was mere moments before Pit had woken up. A slight smirk appeared on the raven-winged angel's face, but when Pit noticed him, the first thing he could think to do was run. He jumped from the side of the platform, forgetting that he couldn't fly anymore, and Viridi returned him to her temple as Palutena retrieved Pit.

When he hit the ground, he finally found a moment to think about the burning in his chest. Or rather, it found the time to attack him. He was thrown into a coughing fit, something he had seen happen to humans before but never experienced himself. He coughed and coughed, Viridi worriedly shouting things that he couldn't hear.

And then the blood came. Or rather, ichor that looked like blood. It was the same as Pit's that had leaked from his burn wounds hours before. A splatter spread itself ahead of him with each cough. And it did so until his body shut off from exhaustion, Viridi having physically run to him by this point. His vision was blurry, but he could see the splotches of red on the floor ahead of him as he fell once more into nothingness.

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 4

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 4: Chaos (4/?)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Viridi, Pit, Palutena (mentioned), Pitcest

Dark tries to navigate his thoughts about Pit as he waits in the Chaos Vortex, hoping to come up with something to say. Before he does, the battle returns to him. Just as things seem to be safe, disaster strikes.

As he flew through the Chaos Vortex, more and more thoughts seemed to fill his head. Thoughts about what Viridi had told him, and what that would mean. All the little things that it would explain. The pounding in his chest seeing Pit again. The first thought in his head as he faded into his coma being the other angel. Hell, even the delirious comments he barely remembered from his conscious moments had been about Pit. His doppelganger seemed to fill his head entirely at times.

He dodged through illusions and floating pieces of terrain as he thought of all these things. The combination almost gave him a headache and nearly made him crash once or twice as he cut through enemies. The expanse of this world seemed to extend forever into the distance, and Dark couldn't see the portal behind himself anymore. He decided to settle on one of the floating islands so that he wouldn't be exhausted when Pit got there.

Gods, what would he say to Pit when this was all over? What was there to say? 'Hey, by the way, I think I might be in love with you.' Just thinking things like that made the black-winged angel want to puke. If he wasn't aware that he needed to keep an eye on his surroundings, he would have buried his head in his hands in an attempt to get that image out of his head. 

He sat there, shooting the occasional enemy and making himself groan with each idea he had. He was so caught up with trying to make sense of the illusions around him as he shot that he almost didn't notice the group of the Forces of Nature that flew past him to start setting up a platform. After a few of them were destroyed by the Chaos Kin's forces, he went to help clear the way for them. 

When Pit arrived, he was still busy protecting a group of Viridi's forces, directing them towards the exit. He saw the flash of Viridi's Power of Flight and Pit's white robes in the distance. He froze for a moment. Something sent a sense of finality flowing through his whole body. What was that? He spun around on the spot, but there were no enemies nearby. He could hear Pit and Viridi talking as wave after wave of enemies stormed the platform they had knocked the Chaos Kin towards.

He flew off towards the platform, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong.

The battle was largely uneventful, if not just exhausting. The enemies had kept coming in wave after wave. Dark's heart couldn't seem to help but pound after he and Pit delivered a perfectly synced rallying cry as the battle raged on. As the Chaos Kin was defeated, Dark was relieved. Especially so as Palutena regained her soul.

He realized too late that he shouldn't have let down his guard. He felt the Chaos Kin's remains wrap around him, and he was suddenly falling. He was falling into the Chaos Vortex. He couldn't move his wings. The Kin was wrapped around them. He could almost feel the thing starting to sink through his skin. It wrapped itself tighter and tighter around his neck, parts of it pushing itself into his mouth.

And then he heard a yell.

Looking up as he continued to try and separate the Chaos Kin from his neck, he saw Pit plummeting towards him. And then he smelled it. Burning feathers. Pit had used the Power of Flight just hours before, and he had knowingly made the choice to burn his wings jumping after Dark. There was no time to consider the pounding in his chest as Pit drew closer, the edges of his tunic catching the flames and floating away in sparkling bits of ember. The burning angel offered a hand, and Dark grabbed it, the world starting to fade around him between the smell and restriction of his breathing.

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 3

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 3: Reunion (3/?)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Viridi, Pit, Palutena (mentioned), Pitcest

Upon his reunion with Pit, Dark is facing feelings that he doesn’t know how to explain. Viridi has an idea about what these feelings might be, and she nearly loses herself laughing at the explanation.

The next time he saw Pit, he was crashing the Lightning Chariot to keep the Chaos Portal open. As he fell to the ground, he thought of what he was doing, helping Pit to save Palutena. Something he had never thought of doing before this point. The look on Pit's face as he expressed his surprise brought on feelings that the other angel couldn't recall feeling before. Viridi must have noticed, pulling away the shocked Pit before there was any time to speak, pulling Dark along soon after. 

The two stayed silent for a long time. Pit was focused on preparing for the upcoming battle, fusing weapons and modifying his powers with an amount of focus Dark hadn't thought possible for the usually cheerful angel. The black-winged angel watched as he feverishly thought about the best way to arrange his equipment for the upcoming battle. Dark could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, but he didn't understand why. Why was just watching Pit stress himself out making him feel this way?

Pit threw his weapon down, exasperated, "Why...why is this...!" He let out a yell, "Why, Lady Palutena?! What did she ever do?!"

"You really care for her, huh?" The feeling in Dark's chest seemed to sour in some way, but he brushed it off.

"Of course I do. She..." Pit turned towards Dark, "She's done everything for me."

"Seems that way." Dark shuffled on his feet awkwardly, "But we're going to get her soul back. You don't need to worry."

"Why are you helping me?" Pit asked the question earnestly, looking his doppelgänger in the eyes.

"I'll explain later." There was too much to explain, and his head was spinning. Why was his head spinning? "I'll go on out. Let's make sure we win." Dark grabbed a weapon and hastily left the room, noticing a warm feeling on his cheeks that he hoped desperately wasn't showing through. 

As he made his way to the door, he was stopped by a certain goddess.

"Oh, so that's why you were so concerned!" She giggled.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Even when you were mostly unconscious, you wouldn't stop talking about Pit!" She couldn't control her laughter, "You have a crush on him!"

"I what?" The pounding in his chest was suddenly audible to him, and he was sure his cheeks were red.

"Well, I can't believe I didn't consider it earlier!" Viridi was lost in her own laughter, "But it's obvious! You're becoming a mess around that doppelgänger of yours!"

Dark swallowed. Was this really what he was feeling? Wait, was it even okay to feel that? He had never considered Pit as anything other than a rival. But now...was this a crush? He shook his head. This was no time to think about all that, even if it turned out to be true. There were bigger fish to fry. He cleared his throat, "Either way, I'm going to head out early. I'll try to clear out a path enough that you can get Pit through within the time limit."

Viridi still seemed tickled by her realization, but she took a more serious tone, "Yeah. Tell me if anything goes downhill, and I'll send in backup."

"I will." The raven-haired angel nodded, leaving the temple with his head still full of too many thoughts. He was ready enough to battle, but his mind still spun. Maybe a little fighting will clear my head...

Little did he know, this quick departure would come to be his biggest regret.

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Reunion Leads to Ruin 2

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 2: Waking Up (2/?)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Viridi, Pit (mentioned), Palutena (Chaos Kin) (mentioned), beginnings of Pitcest

Future chapters: Pitcest ramps up next chapter!

Dark Pit returns to the town where he fell into his years-long slumber. It’s the last place Viridi saw Pit, and he seems to keep coming back. 

Pit must be back. The thought filled his mind as he grabbed hold of what little  weapons and armor he had. Viridi barely managed to catch him as he was about to leave.

"Hey!" The shrill voice, more annoying than ever now that he could hear it, rang out in his head, "What're you doing? You haven't been able to move for three years and now you're suddenly-"

"Pit's back." Dark looked at the staff he held, "He's back and I need to help him."

"What do you mean?" Viridi seemed irritated as much as she was confused, "I told you that he was-"

"I'm awake, so something must have changed." He looked towards the door that led outside, "Are you going to help me?"

"No way!" Viridi snapped, "I'm not going to help you get killed!"

"Fine." Dark turned the rest of the way towards the door and pushed it open, looking to the clouds below, "I'll look for myself, then." He spread his wings, seeing them glow purple with Pandora's remains out of the corner of his eye.

"Wait, why are you even so obsessed with helping Pit suddenly?" Viridi's voice echoed through the laurel wreath even as the angel left her home, "I thought you hated his guts."

"I've had a lot of time to think." The angel let out a deep sigh as he shot through the enemies ahead of him, "Or at least try to. I'm linked to him. If he dies for good, I probably will too. I don't want that."

"Still, that doesn't mean you'll have any luck finding him." The tone of worry still floated in her voice.

"So you haven't had any luck either?"

"He moves around way too fast. He's decimating town after town."

"I don't think that's him. It may be his body, but Pit wouldn't..." He trailed off.

"He'll do whatever Palutena tells him. And Palutena has decided the humans are a nuisance, so there's not much we can do."

"Pit wouldn't hurt humans." Dark gritted his teeth, "Even if Palutena has turned on them, Pit wouldn't. Besides, I would have woken much sooner if that was the case."

"Okay, I'll give you that one." Viridi sighed, "I can at least show you to where he was last seen."

As Viridi gave directions, Dark thought the land was becoming more and more familiar. It was the way to the town where he had remembered being before waking up in Viridi's temple. Except...it was completely decimated. The forest around it was burnt to the ground, and the river ran a dirty brick color, filling the air with a rancid smell of blood and mud as the angel landed. The buildings were destroyed, and there wasn't a single sign of life.

"This..."

"Yes, it's where I found you. Pit, or his body, as you seem to think, keeps coming back here." Viridi sighed, "It's how I found you. The thing decimated the entire town, except for you. It's almost like he was avoiding you."

Dark was silent for several moments, "Maybe he thought I was already dead."

"I thought so too, if I'm being honest." Viridi watched as Dark looked at the rubble around him, "Are you looking for something?"

"Did you save anyone?" There was an almost-sad look on his face, but Viridi couldn't quite make it out.

"Many of them evacuated before Pit got here. Someone who survived the previous ransacking made it over here to warn them."

"The people here helped me." It was the truth. The people of this town had taken him in when he ran off upon getting hurt by the Underworld Gatekeeper. He knew it was likely because humans felt indebted to angels, but he respected the help and the warm place to stay even so.

Viridi burst into laughter, "That may be the first good thing that humans have ever done!"

Dark placed a hand to his chest, thinking of the desires he had been created with. Pit's desires. Ones he couldn't separate from his own, "Humans...have done some bad things, sure. But they aren't inherently bad."

"You sound like...huh?" Viridi cut herself off.

"Something wrong?"

"I could have sworn I just heard--"

"...Lady Palutena!"

They both heard it that time. Dark Pit stood up immediately, but remained quiet, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"It really is him...Agh, if I don't get him now, then she might..." Viridi's voice was filled with shock, "You coming?"

"Help him first. I'll stay on standby." Dark stared in the direction that the voice had seemed to come from.

"But you seemed so-- Nevermind." Viridi had noticed a conflicted feeling in Dark. There was an amount of reluctance in his decision, and he kept a hand to his chest.

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Reunion Leads to Ruin

Kid Icarus: Uprising

Chapter 1: Sinking into Nothing (1/?)

This chapter: Dark Pit, Viridi, Palutena (Chaos Kin) (mentioned), Pit (mentioned), beginnings of Pitcest

Future chapters: Pitcest will get heavier as it goes 

As a fog suddenly fills his head, Dark realizes that something must have happened to Pit. He slips into unconsciousness before he can find out exactly what, but it turns out to be more than a simple injury.

Dark knew something was wrong the moment it happened. Last he knew Pit was fighting the Aurum-controlled Pyrrhon, but now, something was...wrong. A fog had washed over him as he wandered a mostly-abandoned town, and his body suddenly felt heavy. Pit. Something had happened to Pit. He grabbed onto a wall and tried to balance himself so he could figure out what happened, but his body grew heavier and heavier until he found himself slumped onto the crumbling stone structure, struggling to stay awake.

And then the world faded to nothingness.

When he woke up again, he still felt heavy, and the fog still seemed to flow freely between his ears, keeping him from coherent thought. His vision was blurred, but he could make out the vague shape of plants surrounding him. Viridi? Had she done something?

"Ah, you're awake!" The shrill voice that came from seemingly everywhere was muffled in the fog of Dark's mind. So it was Viridi...

He couldn't figure out how to speak. It was almost like he had forgotten how. He nodded instead, blinking slowly to try and refocus his vision. It didn't work.

"You're still out of it...well, I might as well try and give you a brief rundown." Viridi seemed less annoyed than usual, an almost worried tone gripping onto her voice while she spoke.

Dark couldn't make out very much until he heard Pit's name among the muffled noise. Finding a small fragment of his voice, he let out a breath that barely became anything audible, "Pit..." the name still made something happen in Dark's chest that he couldn't describe. The name didn't feel like it belonged to anyone.

"Are you even trying to listen?" Viridi's words seemed to regain a portion of her normal attitude, "I just told you that he's effectively dead! His body's running around killing humans!"

Enough of the words made it through the fog for Dark to hold his breath for a few moments. Pit can't die. He thought, He wouldn't... This line of thinking, the worry for Pit himself, made him dizzy.

Eventually, he came to a realization. He realized why he was here, why he had collapsed.

If there's no Pit, there's no me.

That thought stuck to him like glue as the weight in his mind suddenly got heavy again. He breathed new words, "How...long...?"

"How long were you asleep?" Viridi puzzled, "I'd say...it's been a year."

Dark could feel the fog flowing back over him, trying desperately to focus on something, but his eyes wouldn't come into focus. A year. A whole year had disappeared. And he knew another, possibly more, would have the same fate. He slipped back into his slumber wordlessly.

He would awaken and fall unconscious again at random intervals for the next two years. Sometimes it would be a day between his awakenings, others it would be a month or longer. He was growing used to the fog, figuring out how to look through it and get the information he needed. He knew that Palutena had been taken over by the Chaos Kin. He knew that Pit had killed every challenger he had encountered.

But one day he woke up and the fog was gone. He sat up, the first time he had been able to do so in three years.

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Blood and Curses

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Post Pt 5)

Ch 1/6 (1 2 3 4 5 6)

This chapter: Implied GioMis

Future chapters: Implied JotaKak, Implied AvPol

Both the Brando bloodline and Joestar bloodline could be considered “cursed.” Giorno, with both lineages’ blood running through his veins, is no exception to this.

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Blood and Curses Final

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (Post Pt 5)

Ch 6/6 (1 2 3 4 5 6)

Characters: Jotaro Kujo, Giorno Giovanna, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Guido Mista, Jolyne Cujoh (mentioned)

This chapter: Implied GioMis

Other chapters: Implied JotaKak, Implied AvPol

Jotaro gives Giorno a piece of his mind in response to his outburst. Mista gets a taste of how terrifying the ability to stop time can actually be. After everything, Giorno begins to wonder if he really had a hand in shaping his future.

The air was heavy with stress. Jotaro turned on his heels stiffly and moved towards Giorno, looking similar to a wind-up soldier with the movements he made. Giorno flinched slightly when he was grabbed by his shirt's collar, Golden Experience making a movement to protect its user, and Mista pointing his loaded gun towards Jotaro.

Jotaro didn't move. His grip on Giorno just tightened, teeth clenched together so hard that he had no business speaking. Giorno recalled his stand, noticing that Jotaro wasn't moving to do anything beyond the aggressive grip on his suit. His knuckles were white from the tightness of his grip. Mista kept his weapon poised, willing to defend Giorno at any cost.

Finally, his voice broke free from his mouth, "You will not talk to me like that again." He sounded aggressive as ever, but there was something else lurking behind his voice, "Do you fucking understand?"

Mista's finger pushed down on the trigger without a second thought, his close proximity to Jotaro omitting the need for the Pistols to do anything. What he didn't expect to see was Star Platinum tossing the bullet aside, and his gun suddenly being placed neatly on the table, rather than in his hands. Jotaro was looking Mista dead in the eyes.

"If you shoot again, I'll do more than that. I'll hit back. Are we clear?" He didn't wait for an answer, turning back to Giorno.

"Jotaro, don't hurt--" Polnareff began, but was cut off nearly immediately.

"You're right. I don't understand everything that happened to you, Giovanna." Every word that exited Jotaro's mouth had an edge to it, "But you don't understand a single thing that I've been through. I've lost just as many friends. I've sacrificed my whole life for a destiny that I didn't fucking ask for. Every second since I went on that trip to Egypt has been a living hell. I tried to distract myself by doing things I actually like, but that was interrupted at every turn by consequences of things your father did. I rushed into marriage and had a kid. All because I couldn't escape that damn night in Cairo." The steadiness in his voice deteriorated as he spoke, "I just don't want you to suffer through this shit too. I want you to be able to live a life that you want to live, not to suffer through things that were chosen for you. You don't deserve to live with bloodlust. You don't deserve to force yourself into bottling up trauma over things that happened to you." 

Jotaro released Giorno, roughly tossing him back onto the couch. Mista was still in shock over what had happened when he shot. The y looked at each other, unwilling to speak up. Giorno felt his thirst welling up out of stress, but he managed to push it back enough to keep his eyes on Jotaro.

"Take care, Polnareff. I expect you to update the Foundation about your whereabouts from now on." Jotaro was still moving stiffly, his hand firmly gripping the doorknob.

Giorno shook his head, regaining his composure enough to stand. He turned towards Jotaro, bowing apologetically, "Thank you, Mr. Kujo. I'm sorry for my outburst."

Jotaro nodded, opening the door, "Make sure you take some time to be a kid, okay?" 

Giorno expected that this advice was something Jotaro had wanted to be told once, but he didn't mind it, "I will."

Jotaro nodded again, walking out of the room. He wondered if his life would have been different if someone had had that same conversation with him.

Giorno sat back down on the couch. He wondered if there really was such a thing as 'destiny' now, in this life of his, filled with blood and curses.