Chapter 1: The Temple

I recently watched the gameplay for Kid Icarus: Uprising and I immediately fell in love with the idea of Palutena having motherly feelings towards Pit, aside from all the slightly unnecessary teasing she gives him. I also love Dark Pit's character, though I was upset that he wasn't developed more in the game, so I decided to find a way to develop it in a story. And just how did I do that while combining the former thing I said I liked about this game? I turned the two into babies where Palutena has to take care of them until they return back to normal.

I own nothing. Kid Icarus: Uprising and all its characters belong to their respectful owners. I don't own the cover image ether.

Enjoy the story.

"Oh c'mon, Lady Palutena. Couldn't this mission have waited until I finished eating," an angel complained as he soared high above the grassy plains towards a mountain crag where a tattered temple jut out of the side. Several cracks were in the pillars and some were just plain broken or missing. From high in Skyworld, the Goddess of Light shook her head at the captain of her guard.

"I'm sorry Pit, but with all the strange energy readings I've picked up coming out from the ruins just now, this couldn't wait until you had finished eating." She paused, before continuing in a teasing tone, "besides, you were stuffing your face with hamburger and hadn't even touched your veggies. Growing angels like you need to eat their vegetables if they want to grow up to be big and strong and not weak and wimpy." She held back a giggle as Pit gasped in shock.

"I am not weak or wimpy! And I was not stuffing my face with that hamburger," he called back, embarrassment flooding his voice. She could tell that his face was red as a beet now and she bit her tongue to resist laughing as it became harder now.

Eventually, the young angel landed down on the cold stone floor of the deserted temple. Chunks of the building lay scattered all around and there was a thick layer of dust on everything that got kicked up into the air every time Pit took another step into the ruins.

"Man, I'm going to blow out my brains through my nose if I sneeze anymore already," he said after he had sneezed for the thirty-eight time, or so she had counted. After traveling deeper through the building's hallways that had been carved into the rock itself, he came across a patch of light up ahead. His sandaled feet sprinted across the noticeably cleaner floors then the ones covered in rubble before him when he suddenly halted before the figure in front of the tall statue that towered above them.

"Pittoo," Pit asked. The dark-winged angel slowly turned around to face his original. He was practically identical to Pit in every way, from his appearance to clothing to the gold wreath on his head. However, his clothing and shoes were in shades of black compared to his light counterparts white tunic and brown sandals and his hair was also raven compared to Pit's brown hair. A pair of red eyes looked back at blue ones.

"Humph, should've known you'd be here as well," Dark Pit dryly said as he crossed his arms before his chest. Pit slowly got out of his battle stance, though his knee still remained bent in the case of an attack from his clone or another.

"Well...," Pit paused as he tried to come up with a response. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to see what the energy disturbance here was about. What else," he replied, narrowing his eyes in irritation at the other's ignorance.

Then, before Pit could respond, a malevolent cackle filled the the still air around them. The two instantly got into their attack poses as they tried to locate the source of the malicious sounding laughter.

"Well this is a interesting surprise."

Both angels could feel the hairs of the back of their necks stand up on end as the voice spoke. It sounded distinctly male, though neither of them could match it with anyone they had met or fought before now.

"I had hoped to take down at least one angel, but two will do just as fine. Makes my job all the more easier infact."

"Who are you," Pit shouted out into the dark space around them.

"My name is of no importance to the either of you," the voice paused, but then continued, "at the moment at least."

"Show yourself," Dark Pit barked.

"All in good time, but for now..."

Both boys looked up to the statue towering above them. A pointy, twin-horned figure in a long robe with a skeleton face stared blankly down at them. In an outstretched, bony hand it held out clear orb made of some sort of crystal that gleamed out into the slight of the setting sun. Their wings drooped slightly in fear as the blank black eye sockets suddenly glowed an eerie purple and the orb held the same aura, mixed with wisps of black.

A beam of light shot out from the sun and in through the roof towards the orb. The sphere became charged by the light and grew brighter as it absorbed the energy. Then light then condensed into a wave that exploded out in all directions, sending whatever was in its way before into the wall of burning raw power.

The two angels who could not unfortunately escape the blast screamed as they were caught. They felt like the flesh was being burned off their bodies and their thoughts being stripped and pressed deeper into their minds. The last thing the two felt was their bodies drain of all energy before they lost consciousness and the light completely faded.

Palutena was frightfully concerned for Pit. As soon as he entered the innermost part of the temple, her connection with him had been cut off. After a few minutes though, it returned and she could see into what mess he had gotten himself into. To her shock and further worry, in the destruction of the room all she could find was Pit's chiton and sandals in a heap on the floor.

Gods rarely left their homes and temple to walk upon the earth. It was unnecessary to do so when they were all seeing and rarely had any work to do directly on the ground whereas most of it could be done right where they were. However, most gods had means of teleportation to the place they wish to go to, so in a burst of sparkling light the Goddess of Light had come down amongst the rubble and towards where Pit's clothes were.

She stopped a few feet before the pile and stared at the articles of clothing at her brave, little angel wore. Her first thoughts were that he had been disintegrated or teleported away from this place, but then why would his clothes be here? The thought of him going around somewhere bare brought red to her cheeks, but then her gentle, green eyes caught movement around in the fabric. A large lump was moving around in the chiton and appearing to be struggling to free itself.

Slowly and softly, she came over, knelt down and set down her staff lightly before reaching out to untangle the creature in Pit's clothing. She could hear whatever it was letting out several short, huffy breaths and whines as it thrashed about. She finally pulled back the shirt hole to let whatever the thing was into the light.

She stared at the white pair of wings that poofed out and flapped wildly about as they were given space to outstretch themselves. She stared at the large golden wreath sitting atop a mess of short, warm brown locks, a gift from her to him as captain of her guard. She stared right into the set of round, blue eyes that looked up innocently up at hers as he sat barely covered by his now much too big clothes.

"Pit," she asked quietly. When the miniaturized angel made no movement or response, she pushed herself a bit closer and slowly extended her hand towards him to take. "Pit, can you hear me? Can you understand me?" As he just stared at the fingers in front of him, she tried one last question.

"Do you know me?"

All of a sudden, a loud wailing came from a few feet away behind some rubble, causing her to flinch and turn her head towards the new sound. She flinched again as a pair of chubby fingers clenched her own tightly and she was forced to lift up her hand a bit as weight was pushed into it. She looked back to see that the noticeably younger Pit had launched his tiny form onto her arm and now was grasping onto her wrist tightly while trying to climb up onto her hand.

Palutena set right to work, gathering Pit's clothes and adjusting them so they were now sufficiently cover the now toddler Pit's body so he'd be warm and unexposed. His sandals were placed upon the wings on her staff so she could carry them as well.

Finally she picked Pit up and got up to walk towards the crying voice with him securely placed in her arms. His fingers fiddled with her large necklace as his head leaned comfortably against her shoulder, right above her heart.

When she moved past the broken remains of the ceiling, she was met with a similar sight as before, just with a different color scheme. Sure enough, when she pulled back the chiton a bit, the same boy but with black wings and hair and red eyes and more wild, jerky movements appeared before her.

"Pittoo," she said, looking down a him. His arms and head stopped flailing about and he turned to look at her back. At that moment, Palutena didn't see the normally snarky, arrogant, cocky and pragmatic angel she was used to seeing. Fearful red eyes, sparkling with unshed tears, stared right back at her. This wasn't Dark Pit, flawed clone of Pit, the darker, repressed side of Pit's emotions; this was a little boy who was scared and needed someone as much as Pit needed her right now.

Setting Pit down on her lap and setting her staff on the floor again, she reached out towards Dark Pit shivering in fright and maybe some cold before her. He tried to bat away her hands before shying away from her extending arms and whined when they encircled him. She lifted him and his tunic towards her lap beside Pit who was now calmly watching everything quietly.

Dark Pit now sat in her lap, staring frightenedly up at her while shivering all the while. She looked down gently at him and slowly reached out and placed her hand on his head, running it down softly in a soothing manner. He stiffened at the sudden touch, but his eyes shuttered close and he let out a small coo before leaning into her pets.

Pit saw the attention and affection that his fellow angel was receiving and whined up at her, demanding the same be done to him, something Palutena was all too willing to do so. Soon, two cooing, almost purring, angel babies were slumped up against her as she pet their heads softly.

Palutena continued this until she realized that he sun had almost gone down and the light shining in the ruins had nearly disappeared completely. She looked down and saw, with some amusement and annoyance, that the two had fallen asleep, breathing softly as they laid their heads against her abdomen.

A sigh escaped her lips and she started to get herself together. She found it hard to balance holding two children and her staff with both their sandals on it all at once, but in the end she managed to get everything together without waking them up. The two stirred and squirmed a bit as she got up, but in seconds they were asleep again, lulled by the sounds of her heart beating and soft breathing.

She lifted her staff up as best she could and summoned light from above to pull her and the other two back up to Skyworld. Afterall, it was best to bring them where it was positively safe from harm or from whatever turned them like this.

As her form along with the light as the three of them vanished, from what remained of the statue, laying on the ground, the shattered sphere that lay broken all over began to faintly glow once more.

I'm a sucker for cute, platonic moments and for cute moments with kids and babies, so sue me if you have an issue with it. Or if you did like it, please leave me a review and feel free to check put some of my other stories. I'll have the next chapter up soon, see you till then. Sincerely, v.t.7