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Mission 3 and 1/18s: The Part I Forgot to Write But Now You’re Getting It Like This.

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As Pit dragged the Giant back to the castle, something caught his eye. It was a chest. Not like one of those huge Legend of Zelda chests that everyone just decided to ignore though. This one was actually camouflaged to the landscape. Figuring that he had enough time, Pit opened up the chest. In it was a tunic, similar to his own. It was red, with some orange and yellow mixed in. Pit put it on, just because he was bored. Immediately, the cold of the early morning felt much more biting. Pit cringed, then began shivering heavily.

“The bloody hell?” Pit muttered to himself. “Urghh. Maybe it’s wind chill...” Pit grabbed the Giant and began dragging it back to the castle again.

After Pit got to the castle, he found Mahogany waiting for him. He said hello to Pit, congratulated him, and then took the Giant inside. Pit walked in as well. As he passed by a fireplace, an idea occurred to him. Pit stuck his hand and arm directly into the flame. It hurt a lot less than Pit thought it would. Granted, it was still painful, but there wasn’t any feeling of singeing skin or something equally disturbing to describe. Pit pulled out his arm, and looked at it. There was no sign of burning, or even a blister. Pit then looked at his newly-looted tunic, realizing that it must’ve been enchanted to give resistance to fire.

“So, if this gives me resistance to flames,” Pit spoke to himself, once again. “I guess the trade-off must be reducing my ability to handle the cold.”

Mission 3: This Time It’s An Actual Mission.

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Pit woke up early, scratching at his hair. He fluttered his wings a bit, before jogging to the kitchen. As he was on his way there, he noticed that he still had the gloves he had gotten on. He never recalled taking them off at any point. The same situation applied to his special boots. Pit soon got to the kitchen, where he found Mahogany there. He smiled and waved at Pit.

“G’morning, Pit. You sleep good?” Mahogany asked, stretching.

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Pit replied. “Is there a mission today?”

“Yep, I’ve got a job for you. See, I kinda want to add a Giant to the roster. They’re these real big steam constructs. Think the “Hulk” crossed with a wisp and you’ve got a pretty good description of them.”

Pit scratched at his hair again. “Where am I supposed to find one?” He asked.

Mahogany walked to a window and pointed out of it. “Renn told me he found one wandering about in this direction. If you find the Giant, just beat ‘im up and drag ‘im back here. We’ll handle the rest.”

Pit looked at Mahogany suspiciously. “You aren’t going to brainwash the guy, are you?” He asked. Mahogany chuckled.

“Nah. It’s a weird system down here in the Netherworld. If you get knocked out in someone’s base or dragged back to someone’s base, it’s pretty much traditional to join up with them,” Mahogany responded.

With that out of the way, Pit ran off. The Netherworld was distinctly colder in the early morning hours. The red stone and orange lines of lava seemed to be replaced by soft pink and lavender. After a few more minutes of running in the cold air, Pit eventually saw a figure come into view. They were very top heavy, with a dome shaped head, broad shoulders, and arms that were about as thick as Pit’s shoulder-span. The figure lacked legs, their waste simply tapering off into a ghostly tail. That seemed to fit Mahogany’s description of a Giant. Pit wasn’t sure how to knock it out... so he did what he usually did when knocking Pittoo out.

Run up to them and deck them square in the face.

Alle tekens behoren toe aan hun respectieve eigenaars. Takes place 5 months after the events of Uprising.

Mission 2, Part Duo: Hey, Remember That Sub-Plot About The Anxiety Attacks?

Pit’s second mission was also another simple one. Raid a village so they could have enough building material to rebuild the wall of the castle. They did so without much trouble. Pit’s gloves made the job much easier. They hauled the bricks and other such stuff back, then rebuilt the wall. It was midnight by the time Pit had finally decided it’s time for bed. As he lied down, however, a familiar and uncomfortable feeling welled up inside of him. Anxiety. He sat there, an uneasy look in his eyes, as a thousand thoughts worked through his mind. Was he going to succeed in this quest of his? Was he going to make it through this ordeal alive? Dear lord, how long has he been here? Are Darky, Lady Palutena, Viridi and Phosphora alright? Are they worrying about him? Pit stood up, his knees shaking. Who could even help him calm down? Kassy and Mahogany were both asleep by this point, and the Skull Trio had slipped his mind. Pit began to nervously wander throughout the castle, glancing left and right and tapping his  gloved fingers constantly.

He was wandering through the east wing when he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Hhhhh---!!” Pit gasped, whirling around. He jumped back upon seeing who was behind him. It was the red Skull, without his brothers. He spoke, with a little wave. “Heya. Are you alright there? I would’ve thought you’d be asleep by now.” Pit took a few nervous steps forward, his eyes a bit wide from the shock.

Interlude 3: weed.

A Kid Icarus Crossover Fanfiction with Disgaea. Set around 5 months after the events of Uprising. (Yeh, also I guess I have to say this for some sort of copyright reason: I don’t own any of the characters here. All characters belong to their respective owners. Fun Fact, however. Even when I say that, this still technically isn’t free use. This is just something Nintendo and Nippon Ichi let slide, because not only is it technically free promotion, fanfiction is such a harmless(?) variety of fan-work that it really wouldn’t affect their bottom line.)

Prologue 2: Uncomfortable Questions.

Pit woke up on a couch. He sat up, his tired body trying to keep him lying down. He was on a couch, one of the 3 in the living room.

“How... how did I get to the living room?” Pit asked himself, trying to recall what had occurred after his session with the punching bag. “Let’s see, I was punching the bag... My eyelids started feeling heavy... Agghhhh, I can’t remember anything after that. I must’ve walked here, then fell asleep.” Pit sat on the couch for a few more moments, trying to keep awake. He perked up at the smell of coffee. He looked to where the smell was coming from, but was quickly distracted by the clock. “W-wuh? 9:37? That’s strange, I usually always wake up between 5 or 6 o clock, even without an alarm...” Pit’s sleepy train of thought was derailed once again, this time by a person emerging from behind the doorway. 

It was Lady Palutena, dressed as she usually was during peacetime. A sleeveless dress that went down to her ankles. There was no medallion around her neck, no cut in the dress that showed off her legs. Just a sleeveless dress.

Lady Palutena was holding two cups of coffee. She placed one of the cups down on the couch, next to Pit. He took a long drink from it, the warm liquid feeling pretty good in his mouth. He looked over at Lady Palutena, who was now sitting at the other end of the couch, staring at Pit. Her look was not happy, nor angry. She looked... stern, but also curious about something. Pit felt slightly persecuted.

Eventually, Lady Palutena spoke. “Good morning, Pit.” 

“G’morning, Lady Palutena,” Pit responded. Lady Palutena sipped her coffee. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked, gesturing towards Pit with her index finger. 

“Umm... I’m tired, mostly.” 

“Anything else?” 

“No, not really, Lady Palutena. Why are you asking?” Lady Palutena took another sip of coffee, as did Pit. 

“Pit, the last time you woke up after 7:00, you were very sick. Remember?” 

“Well, yeah... That’s ‘cuz I was vomiting at... around 2:00 am, I think.” 

“Mmmhmm, that’s part of it,” Lady Palutena said, sliding closer to Pit on the couch. “But if I recall correctly, you couldn’t get to sleep even after that. And why was that?” Pit’s memory of that time was rather hazy, seeing as it was two weeks ago. He recalled, however, the reasons he couldn’t sleep that night as well.

“I... I was having this anxiety attack.” 

“Yes, you were,” Lady Palutena said. “I found you pacing around your room, mumbling to yourself about how you couldn’t seem to calm down, among other things.” Pit was... kind of confused. He took another drink of coffee, finishing off the mug. 

“Lady Palutena, I’m thankful your concerned about me, but... is this going somewhere?”

Lady Palutena chuckled for a small moment. “Ahh! Thank you for asking, Pit. I was just about to get to my reason for this discussion.” Lady Palutena leaned closer to Pit’s face, staring at him sternly. Pit felt nervous. “Pit, when I woke up this morning, I did not hear or see you around at all. So imagine my surprise when I walk into the training room, and see you collapsed in front of a punching bag.” Pit felt more nervous. 

“Ahhh... A-ahhhhhh--” 

Lady Palutena cut him off. “Ah-ah-ah! You may explain yourself in moment. Pit, did you have another sudden bout of anxiety last night?” Pit did not respond at first. “Well? Did you?” 

“Y-y-y-yeah, I-I did.” 

“And did I not explicitly instruct you to come tell me if these bouts were to occur again?” Pit was now leaning backwards, trying to escape Lady Palutena’s stare. He was not successful. Lady Palutena stood up, and moved herself in front of Pit. 

“Y-yes, you did t-t-tell me that.” Pit finally said, sweating. 

“So why did you not come tell me?” Lady Palutena asked. 

“W-well, you-you were asleep!” Pit said. 

“Is that the only reason?” 

“I... I really didn’t want too. I-I-I mean, if I had told you, I woulda had to deal with all the questions you would ask, a-a-and then y-you would’ve had to get out of bed to check my t-t-t-temperature to see if I was sick again, a-and I didn’t wanna p-put you through that.”

Lady Palutena sighed, hanging her head. “Pit....” 

“Y-yes, Lady Palutena?” 

“Why, oh why, would you think I would be inconvenienced by telling me your anxious? By telling me you can’t sleep?” 

“Uhh... I...”

Lady Palutena suddenly put her hands on Pit’s shoulders. 

“Pit, let me explain something to you. I know two weeks feels like a long period of time, but that is a shorter time span then you think it is. If these bouts were to increase in frequency, from two weeks apart to one week, from one week to every 4 days, however the frequency may increase, your health would take a sudden dive. Not sleeping impairs basic brain functions, because your body is longing for more sleep. Your sleep schedule would get messed up as well, which would only hurt things more. Pit, it is in both yours and my best interest to make sure you are getting to sleep every night. While you did get to sleep eventually, I would prefer you simply come ask me for help, instead of walking all the way down to the training room and using a punching bag till you get tired.”

 Lady Palutena stared at Pit for a few more moments. “Do I make myself very clear, young man?” 

“Y-y-yes, Lady Palutena.” 

“Good.” 

Lady Palutena took her hands off of Pit’s shoulders, and walked back down the hall. She came back moments later with a plate of garlic bread. 

“I took the liberty of making you breakfast this morning, seeing as you were out cold.”

 Pit took a few semi-nervous bites of the garlic bread. Suddenly, a question came to his mind. “Lady Palutena?” 

“Yes, Pit?” 

“If I was out cold in the training room, how’d I get to the couch?” Lady Palutena giggled at this, which calmed Pit down a small amount. 

“Why, I carried you. How else would you get to the couch?”

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Interlude 1: Omigodomigodomigodomigodomigod

A Kid Icarus Uprising crossover fanfiction with Disgaea. Set 5 months after the events of the game.

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Prologue 3: Repetition, Repetition, Repetition.

The night after Pit and Palutena’s chat was luckily uneventful. Pit used the punching bag before bed. He went at it hard for a total of 15 minutes. He was sweating like crazy, and also needed to take a shower. Pit normally took them lukewarm, despite his love for hot springs, but tonight? For some reason he really wanted to take a warm one. Not even a warm one, a HOT one. The hot water and the steam felt very nice. Maybe he was just tired, or sore. 

Palutena was walking through the hallway, but she noticed the steam escaping out through the bottom of the bathroom door. “Hmm? That’s strange... Is Pittoo in there?” She asked herself. Palutena decided to wait outside the bathroom to check. Luckily enough for her, the shower soon stopped running, the curtains opened, and then the door opened. Pit walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was limp, wet, and also dripping water onto the floor. His skin was pinkish from the water’s temperature. “Pit?” Palutena asked. Pit turned around, smiling. “Oh, hi Lady Palutena. Need somethin’ before I go to bed?” “Well, no.” Pit cocked his head to the side, confused. “Then... what’re you asking about?” “Pit, since when did you ever take hot showers? I noticed the steam coming out of the bathroom, and I was wondering...” “Oh yeah... See, for some reason... I-I dunno, for some reason I just really wanted to take a hot shower t’night. Maybe I was just sore, or something...” 

Palutena looked over Pit quizzically. It was strange enough that he was sweating after 15 minutes of just hitting a punching bag. He could do heavy weapons training for 2 hours and not break into a sweat. It was stranger still that he was sweating as much as he was. Palutena did not know the specifics about how sweating worked, but she was pretty sure proper hydration had something to do with it. Pit didn’t drink that much water today. But now, taking a hot shower? Palutena was... decidedly confused. She thought the only change Pit had gone through in five months in 5 months were the emerging of the anxiety attacks, but Pit was just... strange, lately. Both physically, and in the way he acted. Palutena could only describe it like that. Over the course of just two days, Pit had displayed the following.

1. A sudden interest in hand-to-hand combat.

2. A high level of sweating when he had drank very little water.

3. Sweating after a very short amount of time, compared to his usual time spent training with heavy weaponry.

4. An inexplicable urge to take a hot shower, despite never doing so before.

“Um... Lady Palutena? A-are you gonna say somethin’?” Palutena had been standing there, silent, for a few moments. “Hmm? O-oh, no, I was finished. You can start going to bed now. Sorry for making you wait,” Palutena said, waving Pit along. “It’s okay, Lady Palutena. G’night!” Pit scampered off to his room, leaving Palutena to her thoughts. She stared into the bathroom for a few more minutes before sighing. “Mmmmmmm... I might need to ask Viridi about this,” Palutena said, heading off to her quarters. Her head hurt a bit from all the thoughts and questions racing throughout her mind. She decided to skip her nightly book reading session and just go to bed.

Tomorrow was... slightly less strange.

Pit had rented some martial arts books from Pittoo’s Library, and was busy practicing on the punching bag early in the morning. Just as before, he was sweating profusely. At the very least, Pit made sure to drink plenty of water. He did his training for 30 minutes. Then he had breakfast, and went on doing whatever he did during the day. At night, he did another 30 minute training session with the punching bag. Once again, he sweat profusely. He then took another hot shower. His skin was redder upon coming out, as if he had turned the heat higher then last night. This pattern repeated the next day, then the day after that.

On the fourth day after Pit and Palutena’s chat, Viridi and Phosphora came to visit. At the end of the night, while Pit was taking a shower, Palutena took the time to chat with Viridi.

“So, you told me on... Wednesday I think, that Pit had been acting strange? What’s that about?” Viridi asked, sipping from some tea. “Well, you know about Pit’s anxiety attack, correct?” Palutena said, feeling a slight twinge of guilt. Pit had asked her after his first anxiety attack to not tell anybody else, but she felt it necessary to tell somebody. After all, if her and Pittoo’s efforts to help him failed, she could have a few backups. “Well, yeh. Of course, ya told me about it, why?” “Well, Pit had another anxiety attack recently, only two weeks after his first one. As far as I can tell, he had talked himself out of telling me, so he went to the training room. He found a punching bag their, and used it till he collapsed. We had a talk about it the next morning, then at night, he used the punching bag some more.” Viridi was a bit confused. Pit had a tendency to use things he found interesting a lot, like that fire torch toy Phosphora had. “Alright, then... what’s strange about this?” Viridi asked, tilting her head. “I’m getting there, Phosphora. You see, the first strange thing I noticed, aside from Pit’s sudden interest in hand-to-hand combat, is that he was sweating VERY heavily. What I find strange about that, is that not only had Pit not drank that much water that night, but he was also only going at the punching bag for a full fifteen minutes. Now, you’ve seen Pit train, right Viridi?” “Oh, yes I have. That guy was swinging massive clubs for two whole hours, and he didn’t even break a sweat!” “Viridi, doesn’t that sound strange to you? I mean, swinging clubs the size of trees for two hours without sweating so much as a singular drop, but then sweating a storm after fifteen minutes of punching a bag?” A look of realization crossed Viridi’s face. “Yeah... that is rather strange.” Palutena and Viridi both took a sip of tea. “That’s not all, though. After his training session, Pit wanted to take a hot shower. Now, I know that may sound a bit weird, but despite Pit’s love of hot springs, he always took lukewarm showers.” “Well, maybe he was just sore. Warm water can help with that,” Viridi said, before taking yet another sip of tea. “Well... that’s what he told me. But, when I asked him, he said, and I quote,” Palutena did her best imitation of Pit. “‘Oh yeah... See, for some reason... I-I dunno, for some reason I just really wanted to take a hot shower t’night. Maybe I was just sore, or something...’” Viridi laughed at Palutena’s impression. “That’s a pretty good imitation! But... anyways, what do you find strange about that, exactly? I’m not seeing anything strange about that.” “Well, maybe I’m just over-thinking things, but it’s the ‘I dunno’ and ‘for some reason’ parts of that sentence that concern me. I mean, why would Pit not know exactly why he wanted to do something?” Viridi pondered this for a moment.

“Well, I don’t know exactly... but between the ordeal with the Chaos Kin, and being trapped inside of Hades, are you sure the anxiety attacks are the only thing Pit would developed? Maybe his interests changed, and he didn’t notice until now.” Palutena nodded. “Well, that is a reasonable explanation, but that doesn’t explain the sudden and heavy sweating at all.” “Well, maybe his body is just going through some changes. I think it’s best not to overthink this, Palutena. I’m sure it will all work out eventually.”

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Mission 3: Except Jokes on You, It’s Not Actually Anything To Do With Missions.