I think I have to do a disclaimer.
I do not own Kid Icarus.

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shedding warm, golden light on Lady Palutena's temple, and there were only a few clouds in the bright blue sky. It seemed like the kind of day where absolutely nothing could go wrong. At least, that's what Pit was hoping for.

So far, everything was going pretty well for the little angel. He had eaten a delicious breakfast that consisted of various juicy fruits and a piece of warm, buttered toast. Lady Palutena had told him that there was nothing for him to do for that day, so he could go relax. Viridi was off doing her own business, probably, and Dark Pit was training with the centurions, so Pit couldn't play with either of them.

Since he had nothing to do, he went to a big field full of tall grass. Pit lay down and gazed at the simple, yet beautiful sky that reflected his own cerulean eyes. The grass underneath him provided a soft, comfortable cushion, and the grass waving all around him gently tickled his legs, arms, and face. Pit closed his eyes and took a deep breath- in through his nose, out through his mouth. The field had a warm, pleasant smell of grass and daisies.

Daisies?

Pit sat up and looked around. On his left, about 6 yards away, he saw a small patch of white and yellow daisies. A large smile spread across his face and he dashed over to the little cluster of flowers.

"Hey, I bet Lady Palutena would love these daisies!" said Pit to himself. He knelt down and started collecting them.

After Pit had gathered a satisfying armful of daisies, he headed back to the temple.

"Lady Palutena?" Pit called, looking around to see where the goddess might be.

"She's not here," answered a low voice from behind him.

"Pittoo!" Pit exclaimed and spun around, grinning.

Dark Pit, Pit's dark copy, was leaning against the side of the entrance to Lady Palutena's temple. Pit had been in such a rush to deliver the daisies that he completely missed his twin's presence.

"Please stop calling me that," Dark Pit said, rolling his eyes.

"Where's Lady Palutena?" Pit asked, ignoring Dark Pit's request.

"She's off settling some lame dispute between humans," Dark Pit answered in a bored tone.

"Oh..." said Pit, disappointed that he couldn't give the flowers to Lady Palutena right then.

He sulked his way to the kitchen and grabbed a random vase. Then, he filled the vase halfway with water from the sink and carefully put the flowers into the vase.

"What are the flowers for?" Dark Pit questioned, pretending he didn't care. In reality, he was pretty curious.

"Well, they were supposed to be for Lady Palutena, but since she's not here, I'm just putting it on the table," Pit explained. He placed the vase on the center of the table of the grand dining room.

"Hm. That's got to be one of the ugliest centerpieces I've ever seen," scoffed Dark Pit.

"Center-what?" asked Pit, confused.

"Never mind."

"What's so ugly about it? It looks pretty okay to me!"

"That's because you're really really bad at arranging flowers."

"Hey!" Pit protested.

But Dark Pit wasn't lying. The daisies looked like a big mess of white and yellow. Yellow pollen was scattered in a circle around the vase.

Pit sighed in frustration. "Can you try arranging them?" he asked.

"Fine."

"Wow, Pittoo!"

"What?"

"You're even worse at this than I am!"

"Shut it, Pit-Stain."

The flowers had been transformed into a monstrosity. Even though Dark Pit had tried his best to be careful, dozens of white petals had fallen, and pollen was all over the table. The daisies stems were bent, and were looking rather weary.

After a long moment of both of them staring blankly at the flowers, Pit had an idea.

"Hey, Pittoo?" he said slowly, "Do you think Viridi knows how to arrange flowers? Since she's the goddess of nature and all that? It'd make sense for her to know how to do that, right?"

Dark Pit held his chin in his hand and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Yeah, maybe."

"We probably need to get new daisies, though," said Pit. He copied Dark Pit's actions and joined him in ceiling-staring. The dark angel noticed this and glared at him.

"You mean you probably need to get new daisies," Dark Pit said contemptuously.

"Hmph," said Pit, narrowing his eyes in annoyance, "Can you at least ask Viridi to come over and help us out?"

"Fine," Dark Pit complied, crossing his arms.

Pit ran back to the field, leaving his twin at the temple to commence his and Viridi's inevitable arguing.

As he approached the field of grass, Pit felt like something was watching him. Something cold and dark, with evil thrown in for good measure. But as soon as Pit noticed it, the feeling disappeared.

He sat down with a big FWOOMPH and started picking each daisy one by one, while humming happily to himself. After a few minutes, a cold chill went up his spine, and he turned around to see something speeding towards him. It was going too fast for Pit to identify what it was. It was black, it seemed almost incorporeal. Pit put up his weapon, but not before the thing completely enveloped his whole body. Just before he blacked out, he realized that he recognized the dark waves of cold evil rippling off the creature.