Super Smash Brothers Fan Fiction ❯ Why Are We Here? ❯ Just Pretend ( Chapter 4 )
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By: tallestpurplewashere 
Non Anime: Super Smash Brothers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.06.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Super Smash Brothers Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.06.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 373 | Status: Work In Progress
Just a filler. I was in the mood for some Ike/Pit but couldn't find anything new for them so I decided to make up my own. If your wondering about part 4, it'll come soon enough. I've just been winging all the other chapters, but I have to actually think for this one, though I think I might end up going with the flow for that one too.
Hope you enjoy the first bit of slash for this story. But a small warning; they're a bit OOC from Why Are We Here?.
And just so you know, this takes place before they got their rookie (not Marth) and they're heading to their usual hiding spot up on the high grounds when they spy on the reds.
What on earth made you think anything was mine?
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"OW!" Thump. "What the heck?!"
Ike looked behind him, "What happened this time?" he asked half-interested.
"Goddang rocks came out of nowhere!"
Ike sighed, "Of course, the rocks." Despite himself, he walked over to the fallen Pit, kneeling down and inspecting the fresh scratches that scattered on the angel's knee. He brushed away some of the dirt that was still in the wound, making Pit hiss quietly. "I don't understand why you wear those shorts and toga, they don't do much for you."
"I told you! This is the only outfit I brought since-- ow! Don't poke it so hard!-- since I was expecting to get a uniform."
"Hm." Ike stopped poking it. "I'll have to loan you some of mine then."
Pit rolled his eyes, "Yeah, nice idea, considering your freakish size."
"I'm average, you're the one who's small."
"No way. I've never seen a guy your size. That's impossible."
Ike sighed at the obvious exaggeration. "Ok, so I'm alittle bigger than most, that doesn't mean you can't wear my clothes."
"Yes it does! Don't you look at me? I'm.... well.... I'm...... y'know...." Pit trailed off.
"Small?" Ike finished.
"....basically."
Ike couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Pit wearing clothes that draped well over his hands and feet, making him trip ten times over. As if the he wasn't bad enough on his own; Pit could stumble upon a way to set fire to the base with a bucket of water. Ike got back up, apparently finished, "Just put some alcohol and a bandage on it and you'll be fine."
"Ok." the soldier dusted off the front of his toga before putting his hands on the ground as leverage and pushing himself up.
"OW!" Thump. "What the heck?!"
Ike rose his brow at the fallen angel.
"Wait a minute," he kneeled back down, brushing his fingertips across the turned-purplish ankle, "You didn't notice this??"
Pit smiled sheepishly at him, "Well now that you mention it, I did kinda land on it weirdly."
Ike didn't like the way it was starting to swell. "Looks pretty bad, can you walk?"
"Wait, lemme try." Pit tried getting up again, rising lighter on his right foot this time. He reflexively grabbed Ike's arm when he nearly fell over, holding himself still. He took a moment before he hesitantly pressed his foot against the ground, applying some pressure. "Ah!" he winced, "Holy-- that hurts!"
"You idiot," Ike sighed, "Your gonna have to keep off it for a few days then."
"Ok then, that would be easier if we weren't in a war right now. How do you suggest-- ah!" Pit squeaked slightly as ike promptly picked him up bridal style.
It was kinda awkward considering he had to make room for the wings and they were both still carrying their rifles.
Pit turned red, "What are you doing?" he asked embarrasedly.
"Carrying you since you can't walk." he started his trek across the field.
"Dude, this is kinda gay."
Ike turned a light pink, mumbling something under his breath.
"..."
"..."
"So....... mind telling me where we're going for our first date?" Pit couldn't help it, really.
Pink turning to a full blown red, Ike stopped in his tracks. He looked down at Pit, stared, blinked, then shook his head, "Moron," he mumbled.
Pit snickered, "You're not gonna get lucky that way."
"Pit, shut up." even as he said that the blush was still on his face and that was what kept the angel going.
"Aww, don't be like that. Maybe you'll get a kiss."
The red grew worse, as Ike walked inside the base, "Pit, shut up or I swear to God, I'll drop you right here."
"Right here? But the floor is too hard to do it on." Pit said.
Ike didn't drop him.
"Bow chica-- whoa!" Pit gasped as he was dropped-- right onto the medical table. He sighed in relief.
Ike looked through the cabinets, pulling out some alcohol wipes, water, a large sized bandage and a gauze. "Show me your leg."
Pit blinked, "You know I'm perfectly capab--"
Ike snorted, "Knowing you, you'd probably get the alcohol in your eyes and the band-aid superglued to your face."
"Oh come on, that was one time--!"
"I'm not having this argument, now show me your knee." Pit sighed, lifting his leg on to the table and exposing his knee for Ike to patch up. Ike watered it down before applying the medical cloth, it kinda reminded him of a mom bandaging her kid after he got into an accident with his bike and came home crying.
'Except I'm not a mom.' Ike thought right away. 'And Pit definately isn't a kid.' he started cleaning the dirt from the wounded angel's ankle, carefully wrapping the gauze around it.
"So what are we gonna
do about this?" the soldier asked, poking at his own covered wound when Ike was finished.
'Though he does act like it sometimes.' "Just stay off it, lie in your bed or something. if it gets worse, we'll call a medic for help."
"Kay............." moments passed, "Um, Ike? .....could you help me to my room?"
"Fine." Learning from his past mistake, he let Pit climb onto his back rather then carrying him in his arms. He hooked his hands under Pit's legs and started walking over to the yonger man's room.
"Hey Ike?" Pit whispered in his ear as the bigger man opened the door to his bedroom, who couldn't help but flush at the way his name was spoken.
"What?"
"Bow chica bow wow."
Hope you enjoy the first bit of slash for this story. But a small warning; they're a bit OOC from Why Are We Here?.
And just so you know, this takes place before they got their rookie (not Marth) and they're heading to their usual hiding spot up on the high grounds when they spy on the reds.
What on earth made you think anything was mine?
-
"OW!" Thump. "What the heck?!"
Ike looked behind him, "What happened this time?" he asked half-interested.
"Goddang rocks came out of nowhere!"
Ike sighed, "Of course, the rocks." Despite himself, he walked over to the fallen Pit, kneeling down and inspecting the fresh scratches that scattered on the angel's knee. He brushed away some of the dirt that was still in the wound, making Pit hiss quietly. "I don't understand why you wear those shorts and toga, they don't do much for you."
"I told you! This is the only outfit I brought since-- ow! Don't poke it so hard!-- since I was expecting to get a uniform."
"Hm." Ike stopped poking it. "I'll have to loan you some of mine then."
Pit rolled his eyes, "Yeah, nice idea, considering your freakish size."
"I'm average, you're the one who's small."
"No way. I've never seen a guy your size. That's impossible."
Ike sighed at the obvious exaggeration. "Ok, so I'm alittle bigger than most, that doesn't mean you can't wear my clothes."
"Yes it does! Don't you look at me? I'm.... well.... I'm...... y'know...." Pit trailed off.
"Small?" Ike finished.
"....basically."
Ike couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Pit wearing clothes that draped well over his hands and feet, making him trip ten times over. As if the he wasn't bad enough on his own; Pit could stumble upon a way to set fire to the base with a bucket of water. Ike got back up, apparently finished, "Just put some alcohol and a bandage on it and you'll be fine."
"Ok." the soldier dusted off the front of his toga before putting his hands on the ground as leverage and pushing himself up.
"OW!" Thump. "What the heck?!"
Ike rose his brow at the fallen angel.
"Wait a minute," he kneeled back down, brushing his fingertips across the turned-purplish ankle, "You didn't notice this??"
Pit smiled sheepishly at him, "Well now that you mention it, I did kinda land on it weirdly."
Ike didn't like the way it was starting to swell. "Looks pretty bad, can you walk?"
"Wait, lemme try." Pit tried getting up again, rising lighter on his right foot this time. He reflexively grabbed Ike's arm when he nearly fell over, holding himself still. He took a moment before he hesitantly pressed his foot against the ground, applying some pressure. "Ah!" he winced, "Holy-- that hurts!"
"You idiot," Ike sighed, "Your gonna have to keep off it for a few days then."
"Ok then, that would be easier if we weren't in a war right now. How do you suggest-- ah!" Pit squeaked slightly as ike promptly picked him up bridal style.
It was kinda awkward considering he had to make room for the wings and they were both still carrying their rifles.
Pit turned red, "What are you doing?" he asked embarrasedly.
"Carrying you since you can't walk." he started his trek across the field.
"Dude, this is kinda gay."
Ike turned a light pink, mumbling something under his breath.
"..."
"..."
"So....... mind telling me where we're going for our first date?" Pit couldn't help it, really.
Pink turning to a full blown red, Ike stopped in his tracks. He looked down at Pit, stared, blinked, then shook his head, "Moron," he mumbled.
Pit snickered, "You're not gonna get lucky that way."
"Pit, shut up." even as he said that the blush was still on his face and that was what kept the angel going.
"Aww, don't be like that. Maybe you'll get a kiss."
The red grew worse, as Ike walked inside the base, "Pit, shut up or I swear to God, I'll drop you right here."
"Right here? But the floor is too hard to do it on." Pit said.
Ike didn't drop him.
"Bow chica-- whoa!" Pit gasped as he was dropped-- right onto the medical table. He sighed in relief.
Ike looked through the cabinets, pulling out some alcohol wipes, water, a large sized bandage and a gauze. "Show me your leg."
Pit blinked, "You know I'm perfectly capab--"
Ike snorted, "Knowing you, you'd probably get the alcohol in your eyes and the band-aid superglued to your face."
"Oh come on, that was one time--!"
"I'm not having this argument, now show me your knee." Pit sighed, lifting his leg on to the table and exposing his knee for Ike to patch up. Ike watered it down before applying the medical cloth, it kinda reminded him of a mom bandaging her kid after he got into an accident with his bike and came home crying.
'Except I'm not a mom.' Ike thought right away. 'And Pit definately isn't a kid.' he started cleaning the dirt from the wounded angel's ankle, carefully wrapping the gauze around it.
"So what are we gonna
do about this?" the soldier asked, poking at his own covered wound when Ike was finished.
'Though he does act like it sometimes.' "Just stay off it, lie in your bed or something. if it gets worse, we'll call a medic for help."
"Kay............." moments passed, "Um, Ike? .....could you help me to my room?"
"Fine." Learning from his past mistake, he let Pit climb onto his back rather then carrying him in his arms. He hooked his hands under Pit's legs and started walking over to the yonger man's room.
"Hey Ike?" Pit whispered in his ear as the bigger man opened the door to his bedroom, who couldn't help but flush at the way his name was spoken.
"What?"
"Bow chica bow wow."