Spark: A MegaPit Oneshot

Based off of this prompt: Can't fly in this weather.

I made it into a MegaPit story because I had nothing better to do.

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The sky was angry.

That was what the angel was thinking as he dove and soared high above the ground. Every movement felt light and soft, near effortless. And it was *liberating*! He felt free, freer than birds, freer than anything on Earth.

But the sky didn't like it. It didn't like it when he soared into the air, or when he dove toward the trees. It did not approve of an intruder in the air. The first drops of rain *plunkplunkplunk*ed down onto the ground and onto his back, warning him that it wouldn't hold back.

*I should land somewhere!* the angel thought. *But the problem is, where can I wait out the storm?*

The heavens opened, sending a freezing downpour onto his back and wings. It made his clothes and feathers soggy and heavy, dragging him down with the weight of the water. Try as he might, he could not regain any lost air.

Then, in the distance, he saw a sort of cylindrical house, with a dome top. There were a couple windows with light shining out, indicating that someone lived there. It was close enough that the angel could land without having to walk too far.

So now he had a target.

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Rock and Roll had been forced to move their activities inside after the sky clouded over, and they were glad, as the resulting downpour would have surely ruined Rock's artwork: An angel and robot, holding hands.

He didn't know why, but he felt a special connection to that angel from the fighting tournament, with brilliant white wings and golden laurels in his hair. He wanted to hug the angel tight and never let him go. He wanted to be wrapped in warm feathered wings, staring into pale indigo eyes.

He just wanted his angel.

A furious pounding on the door startled him out of his thoughts. *Who's out in this weather?* Rock thought to himself as he went to answer it.

Ho.

Oh god.

It was Pit.

He was soaked through, his clothes dripping wet like he'd just come out of a pool. His wings were glistening with water and his indigo eyes were half-closed to keep out the rain. He raised a hand and gave Rock a tiny wave. "Can I come in?" he asked, not sounding tired. *He'd probably have kept flying if it wasn't for the lightning.*

"Sure, you can come in." Rock moved out of the way so Pit could step inside. "I'll be back in a second, I just have to let Dad know you're here. I'd advise you didn't sit down until I can get you a towel."

Rock ran as quickly as possible to the storage cabinet to get a towel, then hurried to his father's lab to let his father know. Speaking of, Dr. Light was working on a new gadget, a small circular vacuum that he'd come up with a few days ago. He turned when he heard Rock come in.

"Hm? What is it, my boy?" He smiled warmly.

"So, uhh..." Rock searched for words. "You know Pit? The angel I told you about?"

"Yes, I know of him. What about him?"

"Well... he somehow found his way here, and he's soaking wet, so I wanted to let you know he was here so you wouldn't be surprised."

"I'm assuming he couldn't take shelter somewhere else?" Dr. Light asked. Rock shook his head. "Well then he can stay here until the storm lets up. He can sleep in the guest bedroom if he has to stay overnight. Make sure he dries off!"

"Sure thing! Thanks, Dad!" Rock yelled the last part over his shoulder as he ran off to give Pit the towel.

"Really? You'd... you'd do that?" Pit asked in disbelief when Rock told him the news.

"Of course! We'd do the same for anybody who couldn't get to the city," Rock confirmed.

"Thank you!" Pit launched forward to hug Rock, but then seemed to remember he was dripping wet. "Sorry!" he said, and then dried off.

**[WORK IN PROGRESS, WILL UPDATE]**