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Fallen For You

Chapter 6: Demise
Part 3

“Ike!” Marth scolded, his eyes widening.

“Is that your request?” Master Hand questioned the Prince.

The Altean pleaded with the mercenary with his eyes, but Ike’s expression was as hard as stone. “Marth, no one should endure what Pit went through for me. I never want to hurt him again. It’s like you said about Roy, I can live with knowing that he is alive and happy elsewhere… He can finally have his family… with someone else.”

The lithe swordsman bit his lip. “There’s no way I can talk you out of this?”

Ike shook his head. “Please, Marth. Do it for Pit.”

With a heavy sigh, the Prince nodded. “Yes, that is my request. Restore Pit, but return him to Skyworld with no memory of the tournament.”

The great being retracted from the hovering platform to rejoin with his twin. The two hands cupped together high in the air, as if holding a large ball. The Brawlers below watched as thin wisps of light trailed into the massive palms.

“Maybe we’ll see him again someday,” Link whispered hopefully.

The larger bluenette grimaced. “I only want the best for him, and I’m not it.”

Marth’s eyes softened. “I think you underestimate how much you meant to Pit. He would have given the world to be with you.”

“I know he loved me, and it’s my love for him that knows that our relationship is toxic. I hope you’ll both understand that—“

“It can’t be done,” the Hands boomed in unison, separating from each other and returning to the platform.

Ike’s eyes bulged as ice water seemed to be poured into his veins. “Wh… Wha’?”

“Pit’s essence is gone. Impossible to obtain and reassemble. He cannot be revived. Is there another request you have, Prince Marth?”

The mercenary shook with guilt and nausea. “He’s gone…” he whispered, ready to gag. “My baby’s gone…” His head ached and his vision spun. His world swirled in and out of focus as his mind slipped away. “I killed him…”

Marth was at his side, but the blunette didn’t hear a word out of the prince’s mouth. His world had gone silent and was slowly getting darker and darker.

He collapsed.

And in the days that followed, he found it harder and harder to get up in the morning, knowing that the last shred of hope was demolished. He was disgusted with himself, and wanted only to be left alone to rot in his personal Hell.

The memorial service was the only time that he had agreed to leave his room. Clad in black, he joined the other Brawlers in mourning the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. Pit’s black toga and ebony feathers were buried at the northern end of the field, directly in front of the mansion. A white, marble tombstone marked the grave. Inscribed were the Angel’s name, date of death, and the phrase “loved by all”.

There was so much more that Ike wanted to say, but he didn’t have the words. He stayed at the grave for most of the day, struggling with his thoughts before Marth finally pulled him away.

It was then that time ceased to have meaning to the mercenary. The only means he had of marking its passage was his diminishing waistline. He had stopped eating, sleeping, and taking care of his every day needs, yet he snapped at anyone who tried to help him.

Due to Zelda’s urgings, he was excused from participating in the tournament, but he was allowed to stay in the dimension. She knew that Pit’s death had crippled him, but being separated from his husband’s memory would destroy him. For the first time, she was beginning to realize that Ike was suffering too. She began forcing him to eat, even when he protested and outright refused.

Otherwise, he spent his days alone, usually in bed, waiting for his life to end.

***

“…It was horrible. No one could talk to him; he was just so miserable. It’s a miracle he didn’t kill himself.”

“Goddess!” Mist gasps, covering her mouth as she fades into view. “Oh… I never would have seen him.”

Marth bites his lip. “We weren’t going to let him die, Miss Mist. Zelda would go in and force feed him from time to time.”

“Yeah, I didn’t even see him at first,” Roy adds. “I kinda thought he was just a myth or something. For almost ten months, I never saw the guy.”

Link rolls his eyes. “We told you everything about him, and you still didn’t believe us… Typical Roy.”

“Hey,” I finally say, sitting up. “Sorry. I had a blackout.”

Marth’s expression softened. “I’m sorry to hear that. I thought you were all done with those.”

“Apparently not. Thinking about what happened will always be… upsetting.”

My sister hugs me. “It’s okay, brother. Just take it easy. Marth’s been filling me in.”

I look up at my royal friend. “Did you tell her the most important part?”

“Not yet,” he assures from his place on the porch’s stone wall, next to Roy. “That’s your job.”

Mist looks at me, confused. “What? The most important part?”

I nod. “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t freak out telling you this bit…” I can see two figures near my Angel’s grave, so I’d better wrap this up quickly. “Ten months had passed since my Angel left this world, and as Marth already told you, I wasn’t taking it very well. I’d lost so much weight, and I wasn’t in the best shape of my life…”

***

“Ike.”

“Ugh…”

“IKE!”

The bluenette rolled away from the Hylian Princess’s shrieking. He didn’t want to deal with her, because he didn’t feel like eating. “Not hungry,” he grumbled into the pillow.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m not here to feed you. I need you to get your ass up and look decent,” she ordered, ripping away the bedsheets.

Ike growled. “Why?!” he demanded. “Why can’t you just leave me be?! Let me go!”

“No! Get up now! You’ve been summoned by the Goddess Palutena!”

The mercenary narrowed his eyes. “Fuck Palutena! What has she done? Nothing! My Angel’s gone! Did she not get the memo?” he barked, his voice cracking as he choked on a sob.

Zelda slapped him. “Do not speak of the Gods in such a manner ever again,” she ordered sternly, her eyes narrowed to angry slits. “Get dressed now. You’re going to meet with her, and you’re going to be on your best behavior.”

“Why should I?... She stood by and let him slip away. I don’t hold an ounce of respect for her.”

The Princess sighed. “You will go for the love of Pit’s memory. He loved Palutena, so show your husband some respect. He would have wanted you to.”

Ike choked up and nodded. “… Fine. I’ll meet with her…” he mumbled. Moments later, he was yanked out of the bed. Being forced into the shower woke him up as well. He had to discard his now soaked pajamas in order to wash. By the time he got out, a fresh set of clothes was laid out for him, and he dressed in silence.

Once the Princess had declared him “presentable”, she took him to Master Hand’s office, where he was then warped to The Inbetween.

Standing before him was the Goddess Palutena, in all of her divine radiance. Her expression was grave, like a grieving mother’s.

“Sir Ike, I thank you for meeting with me,” she began softly.

“Don’t worry about it,” the bluenette mumbled, looking down at her feet. He noticed the basket at her side but took little interest in it at the time. “Can I help you with anything?”

The goddess of light nodded. “Sir Ike, you loved my captain. I could see that better than any other. I only wish that a union between divinities was possible, but it is not. Pit knew this, and still he chose you, so I knew that you were special. I watched you care for him, and I saw the purity in your heart as you nurtured him until the end, never giving up hope.

“For these reasons, I wish to give him back to you.”

Ike felt a tear slide down his cheek. “Is that possible?... Pit’s alive?”

“Sadly, I could not restore him. Another being pulled his energy away from me at the time I tried to have him reincarnated. Parts of his soul have been lost forever, so while I could not preserve his body, I chose to preserve his memory,” she explained, lifting the basket. “Pit would want it this way,” she assured as she handed the basket to Ike.

***

“… As I looked over the rim of the basket… Gosh, I don’t think I’d ever been more scared in all of my life.”

Mist covers her mouth. “Ike! Don’t stop! What was in the basket?”

Marth, Link, and Roy chuckle in unison. “You’ll see,” Roy states, pointing towards the oak tree.

Mist looks. She gasps loudly as her eyes widen.

“Daddy!”

My little six year old Angel comes running across the yard, leaving Zelda in the dust, his blue tunic and white wings flutter in the wind. His sandals make tiny taps as he runs up the stone steps, eager to see his father.

“Pike!” I call and pull him into my arms. Just feeling his tiny embrace around my neck makes me want to cry with relief. “There’s my boy.”

“Missed you, Daddy,” he whispers, with the same softness that Pit had.

“To make up for what was lost, I merged your energy with his. The result is an infant in the image of your love. A perfect union of you and Pit. A half Angel with white wings and blue hair. One of a kind, and he doesn’t need my love to live. Care for him, Ike. He belongs with you.”

Palutena saved my life that day... Even though I don’t deserve him, I love Pike will all of my heart. He’s been my life for the past six years, and I can’t imagine a world without him.

“Ike!” Mist cooes, staring intently at the little boy in my lap. “Is that..?”

I turn Pike in my arms so that he is facing my sister. “Pike, this is your Aunt Mist. Can you say hi?”

“Hi!” he calls energetically, followed by a shy giggle. No wonder he’s so shy, Mist hasn’t stopped staring at him. I can see her take in my son’s every feature, from the messy blue hair that came from me, to the round cheeks, bright smile, and enchanting blue eyes that came from my Angel. She’s in awe of his beauty.

“H-hello, Pike,” she finally greets.

“Pike-man!” Roy yells. “Haven’t seen you all day! What’s up with that?”

“Been shooting arrows!” my boy replies, pointing to the tiny bow in Zelda’s hand.

“He’s getting good,” the Princess says before stopping to look at my sister. “Hello, my name is Zelda.”

“Oh, my name is Mist. I’m Ike’s sister. I’ve heard about you.”

Zelda winces. “I hope he didn’t leave out the good parts.”

“Since they are so easy to overlook,” Link chuckles.

“Daddy,” Pike whispers. “I’m getting hungry.”

“We’ll go have dinner now. It should be your favorite,” I assure him. “If you eat good, we’ll have sunnies for dessert.”

His eyes light up. “Sunnies!”

Seeing his smile is light a weight off of my heart. It’s Pit’s smile, and it will live on in our son; the child that he always wanted.

My sweet, little Angel.

(End Chapter 6)

Description
Fallen For You

Chapter 6: Demise
Part 3

“Ike!” Marth scolded, his eyes widening.

“Is that your request?” Master Hand questioned the Prince.

The Altean pleaded with the mercenary with his eyes, but Ike’s expression was as hard as stone. “Marth, no one should endure what Pit went through for me. I never want to hurt him again. It’s like you said about Roy, I can live with knowing that he is alive and happy elsewhere… He can finally have his family… with someone else.”

The lithe swordsman bit his lip. “There’s no way I can talk you out of this?”

Ike shook his head. “Please, Marth. Do it for Pit.”

With a heavy sigh, the Prince nodded. “Yes, that is my request. Restore Pit, but return him to Skyworld with no memory of the tournament.”

The great being retracted from the hovering platform to rejoin with his twin. The two hands cupped together high in the air, as if holding a large ball. The Brawlers below watched as thin wisps of light trailed into the massive palms.

“Maybe we’ll see him again someday,” Link whispered hopefully.

The larger bluenette grimaced. “I only want the best for him, and I’m not it.”

Marth’s eyes softened. “I think you underestimate how much you meant to Pit. He would have given the world to be with you.”

“I know he loved me, and it’s my love for him that knows that our relationship is toxic. I hope you’ll both understand that—“

“It can’t be done,” the Hands boomed in unison, separating from each other and returning to the platform.

Ike’s eyes bulged as ice water seemed to be poured into his veins. “Wh… Wha’?”

“Pit’s essence is gone. Impossible to obtain and reassemble. He cannot be revived. Is there another request you have, Prince Marth?”

The mercenary shook with guilt and nausea. “He’s gone…” he whispered, ready to gag. “My baby’s gone…” His head ached and his vision spun. His world swirled in and out of focus as his mind slipped away. “I killed him…”

Marth was at his side, but the blunette didn’t hear a word out of the prince’s mouth. His world had gone silent and was slowly getting darker and darker.

He collapsed.

And in the days that followed, he found it harder and harder to get up in the morning, knowing that the last shred of hope was demolished. He was disgusted with himself, and wanted only to be left alone to rot in his personal Hell.

The memorial service was the only time that he had agreed to leave his room. Clad in black, he joined the other Brawlers in mourning the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. Pit’s black toga and ebony feathers were buried at the northern end of the field, directly in front of the mansion. A white, marble tombstone marked the grave. Inscribed were the Angel’s name, date of death, and the phrase “loved by all”.

There was so much more that Ike wanted to say, but he didn’t have the words. He stayed at the grave for most of the day, struggling with his thoughts before Marth finally pulled him away.

It was then that time ceased to have meaning to the mercenary. The only means he had of marking its passage was his diminishing waistline. He had stopped eating, sleeping, and taking care of his every day needs, yet he snapped at anyone who tried to help him.

Due to Zelda’s urgings, he was excused from participating in the tournament, but he was allowed to stay in the dimension. She knew that Pit’s death had crippled him, but being separated from his husband’s memory would destroy him. For the first time, she was beginning to realize that Ike was suffering too. She began forcing him to eat, even when he protested and outright refused.

Otherwise, he spent his days alone, usually in bed, waiting for his life to end.

***

“…It was horrible. No one could talk to him; he was just so miserable. It’s a miracle he didn’t kill himself.”

“Goddess!” Mist gasps, covering her mouth as she fades into view. “Oh… I never would have seen him.”

Marth bites his lip. “We weren’t going to let him die, Miss Mist. Zelda would go in and force feed him from time to time.”

“Yeah, I didn’t even see him at first,” Roy adds. “I kinda thought he was just a myth or something. For almost ten months, I never saw the guy.”

Link rolls his eyes. “We told you everything about him, and you still didn’t believe us… Typical Roy.”

“Hey,” I finally say, sitting up. “Sorry. I had a blackout.”

Marth’s expression softened. “I’m sorry to hear that. I thought you were all done with those.”

“Apparently not. Thinking about what happened will always be… upsetting.”

My sister hugs me. “It’s okay, brother. Just take it easy. Marth’s been filling me in.”

I look up at my royal friend. “Did you tell her the most important part?”

“Not yet,” he assures from his place on the porch’s stone wall, next to Roy. “That’s your job.”

Mist looks at me, confused. “What? The most important part?”

I nod. “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t freak out telling you this bit…” I can see two figures near my Angel’s grave, so I’d better wrap this up quickly. “Ten months had passed since my Angel left this world, and as Marth already told you, I wasn’t taking it very well. I’d lost so much weight, and I wasn’t in the best shape of my life…”

***

“Ike.”

“Ugh…”

“IKE!”

The bluenette rolled away from the Hylian Princess’s shrieking. He didn’t want to deal with her, because he didn’t feel like eating. “Not hungry,” he grumbled into the pillow.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m not here to feed you. I need you to get your ass up and look decent,” she ordered, ripping away the bedsheets.

Ike growled. “Why?!” he demanded. “Why can’t you just leave me be?! Let me go!”

“No! Get up now! You’ve been summoned by the Goddess Palutena!”

The mercenary narrowed his eyes. “Fuck Palutena! What has she done? Nothing! My Angel’s gone! Did she not get the memo?” he barked, his voice cracking as he choked on a sob.

Zelda slapped him. “Do not speak of the Gods in such a manner ever again,” she ordered sternly, her eyes narrowed to angry slits. “Get dressed now. You’re going to meet with her, and you’re going to be on your best behavior.”

“Why should I?... She stood by and let him slip away. I don’t hold an ounce of respect for her.”

The Princess sighed. “You will go for the love of Pit’s memory. He loved Palutena, so show your husband some respect. He would have wanted you to.”

Ike choked up and nodded. “… Fine. I’ll meet with her…” he mumbled. Moments later, he was yanked out of the bed. Being forced into the shower woke him up as well. He had to discard his now soaked pajamas in order to wash. By the time he got out, a fresh set of clothes was laid out for him, and he dressed in silence.

Once the Princess had declared him “presentable”, she took him to Master Hand’s office, where he was then warped to The Inbetween.

Standing before him was the Goddess Palutena, in all of her divine radiance. Her expression was grave, like a grieving mother’s.

“Sir Ike, I thank you for meeting with me,” she began softly.

“Don’t worry about it,” the bluenette mumbled, looking down at her feet. He noticed the basket at her side but took little interest in it at the time. “Can I help you with anything?”

The goddess of light nodded. “Sir Ike, you loved my captain. I could see that better than any other. I only wish that a union between divinities was possible, but it is not. Pit knew this, and still he chose you, so I knew that you were special. I watched you care for him, and I saw the purity in your heart as you nurtured him until the end, never giving up hope.

“For these reasons, I wish to give him back to you.”

Ike felt a tear slide down his cheek. “Is that possible?... Pit’s alive?”

“Sadly, I could not restore him. Another being pulled his energy away from me at the time I tried to have him reincarnated. Parts of his soul have been lost forever, so while I could not preserve his body, I chose to preserve his memory,” she explained, lifting the basket. “Pit would want it this way,” she assured as she handed the basket to Ike.

***

“… As I looked over the rim of the basket… Gosh, I don’t think I’d ever been more scared in all of my life.”

Mist covers her mouth. “Ike! Don’t stop! What was in the basket?”

Marth, Link, and Roy chuckle in unison. “You’ll see,” Roy states, pointing towards the oak tree.

Mist looks. She gasps loudly as her eyes widen.

“Daddy!”

My little six year old Angel comes running across the yard, leaving Zelda in the dust, his blue tunic and white wings flutter in the wind. His sandals make tiny taps as he runs up the stone steps, eager to see his father.

“Pike!” I call and pull him into my arms. Just feeling his tiny embrace around my neck makes me want to cry with relief. “There’s my boy.”

“Missed you, Daddy,” he whispers, with the same softness that Pit had.

“To make up for what was lost, I merged your energy with his. The result is an infant in the image of your love. A perfect union of you and Pit. A half Angel with white wings and blue hair. One of a kind, and he doesn’t need my love to live. Care for him, Ike. He belongs with you.”

Palutena saved my life that day... Even though I don’t deserve him, I love Pike will all of my heart. He’s been my life for the past six years, and I can’t imagine a world without him.

“Ike!” Mist cooes, staring intently at the little boy in my lap. “Is that..?”

I turn Pike in my arms so that he is facing my sister. “Pike, this is your Aunt Mist. Can you say hi?”

“Hi!” he calls energetically, followed by a shy giggle. No wonder he’s so shy, Mist hasn’t stopped staring at him. I can see her take in my son’s every feature, from the messy blue hair that came from me, to the round cheeks, bright smile, and enchanting blue eyes that came from my Angel. She’s in awe of his beauty.

“H-hello, Pike,” she finally greets.

“Pike-man!” Roy yells. “Haven’t seen you all day! What’s up with that?”

“Been shooting arrows!” my boy replies, pointing to the tiny bow in Zelda’s hand.

“He’s getting good,” the Princess says before stopping to look at my sister. “Hello, my name is Zelda.”

“Oh, my name is Mist. I’m Ike’s sister. I’ve heard about you.”

Zelda winces. “I hope he didn’t leave out the good parts.”

“Since they are so easy to overlook,” Link chuckles.

“Daddy,” Pike whispers. “I’m getting hungry.”

“We’ll go have dinner now. It should be your favorite,” I assure him. “If you eat good, we’ll have sunnies for dessert.”

His eyes light up. “Sunnies!”

Seeing his smile is light a weight off of my heart. It’s Pit’s smile, and it will live on in our son; the child that he always wanted.

My sweet, little Angel.

(End Chapter 6)