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Chapter 1 - Origins

Dark Pit walked into Liyue Harbor cautiously. The unfamiliar area was full of unfamiliar faces and odd architecture. Beautiful ships were docked out on the waters bordering the harbor, and the tall mountains reached the brilliant blue sky. He was looking for someone that Palutena told him and Pit to search for, a dangerous member of a dangerous organization known as the Fatui. Dark Pit didn't know anything about this Fatui, but he knew they were a threat. The one individual he was looking for was by the name of Tartaglia, one of the eleven harbingers. Dark Pit walked around the harbor to see if he could find the Tartaglia until the realization struck him. I don't even know what he looks like! 

"Damn it!" Dark Pit said a bad word out loud. He knew he should have asked Palutena more details instead of just running out to handle it on his own. His first idea was to seek out someone who may know of the appearance of Tartaglia. As Dark Pit walked around the harbor, he heard music playing, with a beautiful voice accompanying the lovely instruments. He was drawn to the glorious sound, wandering around Liyue Harbor until he found the source of the sound. On an outdoor stage stood a tall ginger man with a crowd of civilians crowded beneath him. The man singing had the most beautiful voice Dark Pit ever heard in his life, he was immediately in love with him. The Tartaglia mission could be put off for just a moment, Dark Pit wanted to hear the rest of his alluring song. The angel joined the ranks of the crowd that stood before the stage.

"I'm in love with the shape of you!" sang the performer. Dark Pit knew those lyrics were rather cringeworthy, but he loved it anyways. When the song ended, Dark Pit felt tears in his eyes. Why did it have to end so soon? The audience started their applause, so he joined in and clapped his hands as the ginger boy took a prideful bow. It wasn't long before the crowd began to disperse. Dark Pit's heart raced, hoping that he could have a chance to talk to the singer. While the last people began to exit, Dark Pit stayed, looking up at the stage as the man began packing his items and rearranging the stage.

The angel gulped nervously. "Excuse me?"

The ginger boy looked down at Dark Pit with his deep blue eyes. "Yes?"

"Uhm uhhh umm I really really loved your performance M-May I ask your name?"

He laughed, "Why, thank you! My name is... Childe."

Dark Pit raised his eyebrows. "What an odd name- Oh, but, no offense! My name is Dark Pit after all..." He looked at the floor shyly.

"It's a fine day today, isn't it, Dark Pit? I was just about to head off and have some lunch, but you seem like you don't exactly want me to leave. So, would you like to join me?"

"Join you?" Dark Pit blushed furiously "J-Join you for lunch???"

"Yeah, unless I've got you all wrong. Although, something tells me your face isn't red from a sunburn." Childe teased.

By now, Dark Pit had completely forgotten about his task to kill Tartaglia. All he could think about was Childe and his amazing voice.

"C'mon, let's go get some food. I know lots of great places around here." He hopped off the stage and stood next to Dark Pit, a warm smile on his face. Dark Pit averted Childe's eyes. He had never felt this self-conscious before. Childe began to walk away, watching the angel over his shoulder expectantly. Dark Pit raised his head and quickly rushed to his side. The two of them walked through Liyue, Childe leading the way to a place to dine. 

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Dark Pit and Childe arrived at the famous Wanmin Restaurant.

"Here we are. Have you been here before?" Childe faced Dark Pit.

Dark Pit immediately looked away, he was always so star struck by his blue eyes. "N-No. In fact... I.. I've never.... This is my first time in Liyue."

"Ah I see, well how about I order something for you? I promise it won't be anything too spicy or sweet!" Childe grinned and turned back to face the chef so he could place his order. As he did, Dark Pit's eyes shifted back to Childe. His gaze drifted down to look at one of Childe's hands that rested at his side. His mind began to imagine, what if ....... they.. held hands?