A/N: This is my first fanfic... Yeah... I hope I get someone to read this. I appreciate all types of feedback. It's Link x Pit with Pit realizing his feelings first, and Link kind of being clueless. Hence the title. I haven't encountered many Link x Pit fanfics, but I still have yet to look on this site =w= Kay, I'll stop talking.

"Hey, Marth, look over there," Ike said to his blue-haired companion.

Roy turned to see Ike and Marth standing a few meters away gazing into one of the arenas. Upon closer thought, Roy realized it had been occupied all day. What in the world was going on in there?

"That's fight's been going on for the entire day…" Marth trailed off gazing at the two boys battling it out in the arena. Roy joined him and noticed that the smaller boy was a newcomer. Well, this would be interesting, fresh meat about to be slaughtered by the previous tournament's champion.

He was tough. Link could tell just by his moves right now, that the young, brown-haired angel was holding his own against him.

But Link was holding back.

Pit, servant of the Goddess of Light Palutena, was no Smasher to disregard. He was strong, swift, dexterous, and skilled in long-ranged combat. Unfortunately, his weapon, a bow crafted by his beloved Goddess, did not allow for close-range combat, while Link was equipped with many possible weapons that can allow for any type of fights.

Whipping out his clawshot, Link grabbed onto the angel's tunic and retracted the device, instantly bringing Pit to a position where he could not draw his bow. Smirking, the Hylian slid his hand into one of his many pouches and prepared to withdraw his hammer and bring it down on the angel's foot when he saw the glint of the sun reflecting off of something metallic. He snapped his head back and swore he saw some blonde tendrils fly off of his head. Staggering backward, he saw that Pit was now armed with two blades. Wait. No, that was his bow that had split into two blades.

This angel was no ordinary boy. Link knew he had underestimated Pit.

Pit sized up his opponent. He was well over 4 inches taller than he was and had at least 10 pounds in muscle on him. But then again, he was wearing painfully tight looking tights that must have made maneuvering very difficult. Pit shook his head, trying to clear his head for the upcoming attack he now had an opening for. Dashing forward, he slashed his blades in various directions, Link managing to dodge them all or deflect the attacks using his shield, momentarily paralyzing Pit by using the force of his own attacks against him. Groaning, Pit willed Palutena to grant him the power of flight for just a few seconds. He needed to get above Link and hit him from up top and get that annoying blue shield out of his hand!

Laaaadyyy Paluteeenaaaaa….. Pit hoped his goddess would hear him. Luckily, she seemed to be watching over for he caught a glimpse of a flash of light on his wings. In a sparkle of colors, Pit was flying. Link's expression when he saw Pit take off, however, was the best part. Never had he expected to see a more stunned or baffled expression on anyone!

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Pit shot upward and then dove down, getting the blade in his right hand ready to knock the shield out of the way. His left hand and its blade were aiming for Link's arm guard, wondering if it would come off. Pit decided that knocking the shield out of Link's hand should be first priority. He thrust both hands forward when he was about a foot away from Link, who had just registered the fact that Pit was above him now. The blades made contact with Link's arm, making Link loosen his grip on the shield and allowed for Pit to kick it out of his hands. Judging by his expression, Link probably never had that happen nor ever saw it coming.

Pit landed a few feet in front of Link with his back to him and one hand on the ground to stabilize him. He suppressed a smirk, knowing he'd done something no one had ever done before.

"Kitty has claws," Link murmured when Pit turned around after his annoyingly smart move and graceful landing. He didn't expect those wings of his to actually give him flight, but judging by the amount of time he flew for and how he didn't bother fighting in the air for the entire time, Link deduced that he could not fly for very long. No wonder they called him the Kid Icarus.

Icarus had been a famous man from Greece who had been locked away in a prison with his father, who had been an inventor. Because he was locked up for something he didn't do (it was his father's fault they were locked up) Icarus wanted to flee from the prison. The man who imprisoned Icarus and his father controlled all land and sea routes, but not the sky. Icarus's father constructed a pair of wings from wax, feathers, and string. He warned Icarus to not fly too close to the sun for his wings would melt. Icarus did not listen and his wings melted and he drowned in the sea after falling down.

This angel was not going to drown in any sea, however, Link could tell. This one would swim to the nearest shoreline and survive on finding small berries and then swim until he found his goddess again.

"AAAAND… THAT'S TIME!" A loud voice boomed over the loud speakers. Both boys groaned as they both had their bows drawn and were aiming at the other's face. The bows were lowered and the two pairs of blue eyes glared at each other. By some silent agreement both know this wasn't over.

"Link…" Zelda glared at the young green-clad individual in front of her. Link looked away, concealing a blush, knowing that the princess was going to yell at him and might even beat him senseless (she was surprisingly strong for a princess). "You know the rules. The battles should only last up to thirty minutes. You, however, felt it necessary to completely disregard the rules that are set up by the Master Hand and chose to drag the fight on for the entire day."

Link wanted to escape the lecture he was receiving from Zelda. She was going on and on and on. Acting just like the most annoying of all princesses. Just as he was about to doze off, Zelda grabbed his ear and dragged him upward.

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow OW!" Link tried to get Zelda to let go but he was in the presence of her Highness. That meant no kicking. Or punching. Or anything that may seem like a threat to her.

"Do you ever bother to pay heed to anything I tell you?" Zelda asked, tightening her grip on the poor, abused ear.

"I WOULD IF YOU WOULD LET GO OF MY FUCKING EAR!" Link exclaimed.

"Just keep the rules in mind next time," Zelda warned either ignoring Link or having not heard the curse he muttered. She sauntered off to wherever she was about to go next, probably to Samus's room to discuss why some men just don't seem to enjoy anything but fighting.

Pit, completely exhausted, climbed the steps up to his room that evening after gorging in all of the sweets and finest meals the place could provide. When he reached his room, he fumbled around in his tunic for the key. Groaning, he realized it had most likely dropped when he was fighting Link. Scratch that, it had DEFINETLY fallen when he was fighting Link. That's when he noticed a tear on the front of his exomis. Ugh, Pit thought, realizing it had been torn by Link's weird chain-y thingy. It was time he had a chat with that… elf.

Link thunked his head against his desk back in his room. Mario had stopped by his room and gave him a key, one that Mario probably assumed belonged to Link. It was actually to room 13, which, upon some research, he discovered belonged to Pit. It must have fallen during the battle. Deciding that it was best he returned the key, Link got up to deliver the key to Pit personally.

Pit walked to his neighbor's room and knocked on the door nervously. He needed to see if anyone knew what room Link was in, so he decided that one of his neighbors would be the best choice. Pit didn't know much about the one who was next door, but the boy one more down was a boy named Roy who rarely ever left his room. Best to not bother him. There was one more boy, three doors down in room 16. He'd seen the boy before. He was a boy who seemed to be around three years older than him with faded blue hair, a long blue tunic (similar to a certain someone's), and blue trousers with long blue boots. A golden headband adorned his head. The boy seemed to be of royal descent, but Pit wasn't one to judge people simply based upon appearances.

"Uhm…" Pit gingerly raised his hand and quickly rapped on the door. He stood there, waiting. No response. Sighing, the angel turned around only to bump into a tall blue structure. No, make that a boy, who seemed to tower above him. Glancing up, he saw his neighbor standing there.

"Hello," the boy said. "Can I help you?"

"Ah, uhh… yeah. I actually had a question… Uhm…" Why was he so awkward when it came to speaking to others?

The other boy smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Marth. Don't try to be so exceedingly formal with me, Prince is just a mere title, and frankly, I don't like it."

"H-hi, I'm Pit. I live down there in room 13," Pit said, gesturing in the direction of his room.

Marth smiled and ruffled his hair. "I know. So what was your question?"

"Uh, do you know what room Link is in? He's the boy in the green garb and blonde hair," Pit said. Suddenly, he wanted to hit himself. Of course Marth knew who Link was. Pit seemed to be the only newcomer here and he felt so… awkward. Like he was the baby in the tournament. Come to think of it, Marth was treating him like a little kid.

"Haha, yeah, he's in room 19. Just go down this hall. He's on the left, and you'll see this triangular symbol outside of his room," Marth said, drawing a triangle with three smaller triangles inside.

"Oh, thank you very much!" Pit said, getting ready to scurry off.

"Ah, and Pit?" Marth called. Pit turned around. "You were pretty good in the arena. I'm hoping I don't end up having to fight you, especially how you held your own against the Hero of Time."

"Thanks," Pit said with a small smile. At least he wasn't underestimated or considered to be the baby of the tournament. He continued on down the hall when he bumped into someone else.

"Ah, I'm s-sorry," a voice said when Pit suddenly fell backward on his butt. He heard a thump in front of him at the same time, so whoever he had bumped into also fell. Why was he bumping into so many people today?

"No, it's my fault," Pit said, glancing up to see Link rubbing his own rear end.

"Ah, it's you Pit!" Link said, his face brightening slightly. "I was looking for you. Mario found your key in the arena when he was cleaning up. He thought it was mine…"

"Oh, thanks, uh…" Pit trailed off not really knowing what to say as he took the key from Link.

"Argh, did I do that?" Link asked pointing to the tear on Pit's tunic. Blushing, Pit nodded. Groaning, Link beckoned for Pit to get up and follow him. Confused, Pit got up and followed him into room 19.

"Sit here just for one moment," Link said pointing to his bed. I'll be right back.

Pit stared at Link as he scurried out of the room, completely befuddled by the Hylian's actions. Sighing, Pit glanced around the room. It was a complete mess, clothes strewn around (most of them, Pit noted, were in some shade of green), books scattered on the desk, a bird sculpture carved out of wood and another figure in progress that looked like a cat, and his shield which was resting against the nightstand. Pit quickly looked away, blushing at the thought of the battle that had ended mere hours ago. How did Link suddenly go from a very aggressive fighter to a very nice and kind individual?

Link dashed out of his room after getting Pit to sit on his bed. His room was a mess, but he didn't have another choice. Link needed Zelda to fix up Pit's tunic or he would never forgive himself.

He knocked on Zelda's door; her room was right next to his and had the same triforce outside to let people know who was in what room. She opened the door, looking ready to punch Link in the face for disturbing her right when she was about to crawl into bed. "What do you want?" she snapped. Link had forgotten he wasn't supposed to disturb her when she was about to get some "beauty sleep".

"I need you to help me fix something. Don't worry, you'll be proud of me," Link said, dragging the princess out of her room. "Oh, crap, go and get your sewing stuff," Link said, turning Zelda around and pushing her into her room again.

Zelda quickly flipped around and slapped Link. "Make up your goddamned mind!" She roared. Link winced, quickly apologizing and explaining the situation to her. Groaning, she turned around and got some white thread and a needle. "Let's go," she murmured.

Pit perked up when Link and Zelda entered. Zelda was holding something.

"Let's see here…" she muttered, crouching down in front of Pit, who noticed she was holding a needle and thread. She threaded a needle and was about to put a knot at the end of it to start sewing when Pit froze and moved away from the princess's touch. "Hm?"

"P-princess, you really shouldn't… I can fix it myself, I didn't know that was why…"

"You know what, Pitty Pat?" Pit winced at the nickname she gave her, as it was what Hades, the lord of the underworld, had called him. "You're right. I really shouldn't. Link…" Zelda grabbed the other boy by the shoulder and shoved him down into a crouch in front of Pit. "Here, you fix it," Zelda glared at Link when he was about to protest. "G'night," she muttered as she sauntered out of the room. There was a loud slam next door and a thump as the princess threw herself into bed.

"Well, I guess I should stitch this up," Link muttered. Pit quickly shook his head and tried to forget about the arrogant attitude of Princess Zelda as he tore his eyes from the door. "Oh, and don't worry about Zelda, she's always cranky whenever I disturb her, especially when it comes to disturbing her sleep," Link said, probably seeing Pit's shocked expression. "She's really quite nice." Link poked the needle into the white cloth from the back. "I hope I'm doing this right…"

"Yeah, you're fine," Pit said. Suddenly he was aware of how close Link was. He watched Link's fingers carefully moving the needle through the cloth and joining the two torn shreds together. Pit could see the outline of Link's shoulders through his thin green shirt which was only halfway buttoned up. He shook his head again, trying to figure out why he was thinking such things.

"Ow," Link muttered. Glancing down, he saw Link had pricked himself.

"Ah, sorry, I shouldn't have moved," Pit said sheepishly.

"No, you're fine, I'm just being a klutz," Link muttered. He lifted his finger to his mouth and ran his pink tongue over the cut, lapping up the single drop of blood. When that didn't stop the blood, he covered his entire finger with his lips and sucked on it. Pit realized he had been staring at Link the whole time and that his heart was pounding. Oh, and his sensitive regions were feeling very cramped. But he couldn't look away as Link frowned and saw the blood on the needle and carefully wiped it away with his fingers. He looked up and Pit pretended to be glancing around Link's room.

"Ah, sorry it's such a mess," Link said. He continued to stitch the cloth back together.

"Huh? Oh, right, no it's fine, it actually looks comfy."

"Really? Zelda's always yelling at me how I can turn a clean room into a dumpster within seconds. I guess I still need to get a hang of this royalty stuff. However," Link looked up at Pit with a mischievous expression, "I can certainly charm the ladies with smooth words."

Pit laughed and Link sniggered at that too. "There!" Link exclaimed leaning back on his hands to admire his handiwork. As he did so, his skin moved over his hard muscles. Pit noticed a thin sheet of sweat coating his neck and chest and blushed, realizing Link was probably nervous during the entire time he was sewing this together. "How did it turn out?" Link asked, looking at him expectantly, like a toddler who just drew a picture for his mother.

Pit tossed his head back and laughed again. Link frowned. "What? What's so funny?"

"N-nothing!" Pit exclaimed, wiping at a tear. When he saw Link's confused expression, he burst out laughing again.

"Seriously, why are you laughing?" Link asked. Pit was unable to answer and he just continued to laugh until his giggles subsided. When they did, Pit glanced down at Link, who was still looking at him with that same expression. His cheeks puffed up, the air escaped with a "Pfft!" and he burst into laughter once again. That's when Pit felt something sharp poke his leg which toned his laughs down and he looked down at Link again for the third time and stopped laughing.

Link thought Pit was out of his mind at that point. But he was a cool guy to be around. Grinning, Link said, "It's about time you get back to your room, Pit. I'll see you around." Smiling, Pit nodded. As he left the room, he heard Pit burst into laughter again and as the laughs faded as Pit walked away, he heard Kirby cry out. Pit probably stepped on him on his way back to his room.