I heard the luxurious car growl loudly from outside and rubber screech against the road, echoing through the neighborhood. Obviously, I assumed it was Dark Pit driving away in a hurry. His assistance for the "job" must be that important to rush out like that. I mean, it definitely must be, right?

I turned around and walked towards the couch we previously sat. I belly flopped onto it and tiredly took the remote control, flicking the TV on. Without bothering to change the channel at all, I buried my face on the pillow. I let gravity take the remote as it fell hard against the floor, not caring if it broke open.

I twirled my entire body and stared up at the ceiling like it was the sky with animal shaped clouds. After blinking a few times with a mixture of boredness, my eyes got tired of looking and the eyelids slowly closed. Suddenly, my brain decided to start its engine and made me visualize both of us once again. I smiled in content and closed my eyes as I replayed the recent scene in my head.

But there was only one thing that contrasted from the rest.

"I'd like to take you out for dinner."

Those words flew around on an endless cycle inside my head. The thought of someone like him taking out someone like me for a "date" is just, unusual. I mean, I want to go with him, obviously -if he ever comes,- but the real questions are;

How would that work, anyway? Is it going to be friendly type? A guy's night out type? Sibling type? Father and son?

Wait, what-

"Heh... Daddy."

I blurted that "thought" out loud unexpectedly. I instantly covered my mouth in embarrassment, even though there was no one around. But because that wasn't supposed to be outloud.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, taking it as an accident and relaxed against the pillow. I closed my eyes and curled up slightly, snuggling another pillow and sighed. Before I sunk in my slumber, my mind decided to play tricks and tease again with what happened in my room.

And what could've happened if this "uncle" wouldn't have called...

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I shyly moaned against his ear as he struck my member. My thighs twitched slightly in need for more than just that. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt something build inside me again. Dark Pit smirked.

"I will admit this now, or never. You're so cute like this, Hole..."

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I jumped from my seat as I heard a loud bang behind me. I leaned to the side and looked over the sofa, seeing mom closing the door. She wiggled her legs and her sandals flew from her feet. She put the house keys on the hook and turned around, releasing a heavy sigh. She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking a sip of a water bottle.

"Hi, honey. I'm back-"

Mom walked towards me, standing next to the sofa.

"Huh? Where's Dark Pit? I thought I told him to stay here-" I quickly opened my mouth, preventing her to continue on about her dialect.

"Everything's fixed, mom. Don't worry about him. We're fine." Mom's face lit up in excitement, clapping her hands together.

"Oh, that's good to hear! I just hope it stays like that for the rest of the year." She happily skedaddled to the tiny chair next to the laundry room. I rolled my eyes and laid back, looking up at the ceiling. I took the pillow once again and hugged it, shutting my eyes.

Suddenly, my mind imagined it was Dark Pit.

My grip tighten after hallucinating it was him; that I was hugging his slender torso. I dug my face of what it would be his chest and smelled his scent, remembering it being some axe perfume. Mmm. I slightly curled my legs up and turned to the side, feeling pressure against my forearm. I breathed into his chest, slowly feeling aroused by his odor.

I gasped after feeling friction, sending pleasurable shock across my body. I quickly sat up and set the pillow on my lap, covering my crotch so that mom wouldn't see it. I took deep breaths to calm down and stop my thoughts. I blinked a few times and felt sweat go down my forehead. My face burnt in embarrassment since I was right next to mom. And I can't just tell her that I love Dark Pit. First off, he's an adult and she would definitely find it weird and sick. And two, we just kind of met, but, kind of in the way we spoke and interacted properly to each other.

I sighed and laid my head back against the header. I glued my hands together and swirled my thumbs, taking a few looks to mom who I noticed looking at me. I swallowed hard and hoped that she doesn't notice what's going-

"Pit, darling? Are you okay?"

-on.

Her voice, soft as cotton and filled with concern, startled me back to reality. My body jolted in response and I quickly turned my attention to her wide eyed. I opened my mouth to respond as chill as possible but instead I stuttered and mumbled on my own tongue.

"I-It's nothing, m-mom. I'm o-okay." The silence that emitted from her made me feel uncomfortable as she stared at me with narrowed eyes and crooked eyebrows, obviously noticing there is something wrong.

I hate when she does that, really. I want to keep my worries to myself but she somehow can know what my insides have imprinted; even if I have a thick cover. Yeah, I get that I'm her son but that's just plain creepy and out of her sanity boundaries. Ha, is she a witch now?

"Pit, don't lie to me. I can literally hear it in your voice. Did something happen while I was gone?"

Mom shifted on her seat, curling her legs on top of the seat and arm resting on the side. She turned her torso, keeping her gaze at me. It's like she could zoom into me by doing that motion. She brushed her long, green hair behind her shoulder and blew other hair bangs from her eyes.

"Mom, really. Nothing happened. I'm just..."

My words trailed off as I thought about what to say. I clenched my hands and pressed them onto the pillow, biting my bottom lip for being stupid and being impatient to fantasize about Dark Pit in my bedroom. I felt my face melt as I sensed heat reaching my ears. My hands shook as I swirled my thumbs, not being able to properly swirl them at that. After gaining courage, I sighed heavily and rose my gaze back to mom, who was eager to hear an answer.

"I'm just troubled with school, I feel slightly overwhelmed with things..." I sighed onto the apparent Dark Pit. This is just going to make things worse, "...But, you don't need to worry about it, mom. Everything's fine now, you see?" I noticed her body still tense even after that statement. She's probably thinking about what else to ask. I swear though, if she goes on about her dialect to tell her about everything that happens to me...

To my surprise, she leaned back on her seat, releasing the trademark heavy sigh of defeat. She closed her eyes and intertwined her fingers, hands resting on her lap. Finally, she decided to put an end to the subject, "Gosh, Pit. I can't win at any of our conversations, can I?"

I chuckled onto the pillow, rolling my eyes and shaking my head in a playful manner, but it was sarcastically. It grinds my gears when it comes to these kinds of conversations; she seems to be so naive about my feelings. It's like she is clung onto me; wanting to know every bit of me. Again, I find it creepy, even if I'm her child. It seems I can't keep anything for myself. Probably because I'm growing up...

"Do you even believe me anymore?" I turned to her after giving a glimpse to the TV. She looked at me then to the floor, brows furrowing in slight distress, "Of course I do, Pit. You know how I am when things are bland..."

"...I know."

Then, the living room went silent. The atmosphere felt tense and uncomfortable; I wasn't going to have that so I decided to leave her be before she continues to go on after a few silent minutes. I set the pillow aside -having to deal reality that it wasn't Dark Pit- and stood up, pulling my shorts down after they've been uncomfortably sucked in for sitting awkwardly. I looked at the floor and noticed the remote, with the lid of the battery slightly off. I picked it up, fixed it and gave it to mom.

"I'll go to my room, I... need to organize it." I no longer wanted to be in the same room as her, so I decided to lie; with a small pinch of truth. I just wanted to leave her to her business, while I did had to organize it because of what we did. I didn't want her to suddenly get in with all the mess and start to question again while I was downstairs...