Late at Night

Pit wasn't sure if he slept or not. His head was swimming in so much thoughts, he wasn't sure if maybe he was just dreaming.

Now, he's lying on his back, hands on the back of his head; the angel was making imaginary textures on the ceiling. The brunette glanced at the clock.

2:55 AM

Pit still wasn't convinced if he truly slept or not. Not that he cared anyways. The night seemed to drag on forever.

He had doubts that he will go back to sleep. Knowing that, Pit gets up from his twin-sized bed and tiredly goes up to the chair by the window. He quietly opens it, not wanting to wake his slumbering roommate. Pit welcomed the breeze blowing at his face and continues to be lost in thoughts. All he was able to think about was that if he was really worth being in the tournament, even after decades of lack of battles? Pit thought he lost his abilities to fight if he hasn't battled for so long. He's not even able to fly, making it shameful that he is in fact the captain of Palutena's army. Pit didn't know how he got the invitation to participate the Smash tournament.

The wind from outside was toying with the blue strands of hair, tickling his forehead. The feeling on his face woke Ike up, clueless as to where the wind was coming from. Surely, the mansion's air conditioner wasn't that strong...he found his answer when he gazed to the side.

Pit's daydreaming stopped abruptly when he felt a rough hand on his shoulder.

He glanced up, seeing Ike in his white tank and boxers; completely different to what Pit was wearing, which was a simple blue cotton button-up pair of pajamas with a cloud design with two holes in the back for his wings.

“Ike? What are you doing up?”

“I was about to ask you the same question.” The mercenary said as he went to close the window.

“I couldn't sleep,” the brunette admitted when he got up from the chair, back facing the bluenette, “I've been thinking.”

“About what?”

“...Ike?” Pit turned his head, “Am I...?”

“Hmm?”

“...Worthy of the Smash tournament?”

“What? Of course you are! What makes you think otherwise?”

Pit turns his head again, “I haven't been in a real battle for years, I can't really fly while I'm supposed to be captain of Palutena's bodyguards, I don't find myself strong like you or Link, and-”

He gasped deeply for air when he suddenly found his waist to be wrapped in Ike's arm. The Crimean rested his chin on the younger one's shoulder.

“Don't you dare think that about yourself,” Ike whispered in Pit's ear. There was something about Ike's breath on his ear that made Pit blush lightly, and the angel wasn't sure why. He can only hope Ike wasn't looking at his face. He lowered his head.

“Ike?”

“You're worth far more than that. You should know that.”

The angel could feel his face burn up with the bluenette's comments.

They stayed like that for quite a while until Ike finally lets go of the angel, oblivious to the other's face tinting red.

“We should go back to sleep.”

With that, the angel and mercenary stumbled to their beds. Ike was immediately asleep, while it took a while for Pit. He secretly wanted to stay in Ike's arms, just for a little longer. He took a look at the clock again.

3:15 AM

All depressed thoughts disappeared when Pit shut his out from the world.