#faceofjohto

[ txt ]: lyra i get like 2 hours of sleep a night

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          Lyra had been in the middle of training with her Pokemon for tomorrow’s Pokeathalon when she heard her Pokegear going off on the bench. She called for a break so that Julla (her Pidgeot), Sienna (her Furett), and Azura didn’t exhaust themselves. She definitely  didn’t expect the call to be from Silver.

          Without waiting another second, she answered. “Hey!”

          “Lyra? Uh, It’s Silver. Hi. I was wondering.. Do you have time to come to Azalea Town?”

          She furrowed her brows and looked back at her Pokemon, to the Pokeathalon Dome, and then to her watch. “Why do you want-” She stopped, her eyes widening considerably as she realized what that meant. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

          Without waiting for anything else, she called Sienna and Azura back to their Pokeballs and hopped onto Julla’s back, her Pokegear still held to her face. “What are you doing here?! Julla, to Azalea,” she said with a soft pat to her very large avian friend, who without a second waster lifted into the air with ease.

He shifted his weight to his other foot, a contemplative look upon his face. He still felt stupid that he had missed that day... The one day he was supposed to be in Johto. And he hadn’t been here... What a lousy friend that made him. Heaving a sigh, he turned his head to look at Enzo, who licked his claws clean from the honey he had just received.

It had been a while since he stepped foot in Johto.. It still looked the same, didn’t it? Nothing much changed here. Breathing out softly, he finally turned his head as he heard the reply of Lyra, clearing his throat.

What are you doing here?!

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“Lyra!! Hey, Lyra wait up! Before you leave. I mean, the road’s kinda dangerous, you know. And you might need a light in the darkness at times too! And.. And this lil’ guy is just what you need on times like that!” spoke the spiky-haired male, coming to a stop and grasping her shoulder, gently stopping her from moving further. “I’ve really had fun having you here in Unova... And I hope you’ll come back one day!! Don’t be a stranger to us. Nate liked having you ‘round too!”

“So, uh. Yeah. Here this... He’s still a young scrap. But his lights burn fiercely! He’ll light the way for you!” he commented, holding out a small Chinchou toward her.

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Even though Silver and Lyra met on the wrong foot, the red-head grew to respect, tolerate and admire the warm-hearted girl during the journey he made to become stronger.

Silver is quite unsure himself how to treat Lyra or act around her, but he does his best to show that he means well and does want to be her friend.

If anyone ever were to make her cry and he’d hear of it or heaven forbid, be there when it happens, you’d know straight away that whoever made her cry would be in a ton of trouble.

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It wasn’t like he hadn’t truly expected it to be honest. He always knew that one day in his life, he would make the wrong mistake and he would pay for it. He would pay for it. Not someone else. Never someone else. He refused to let it be someone else. It was just so ironic that it had to happen like this. Nothing of what he wanted to do he had done. He hadn’t managed to stop Team Rocket. It had been his main goal in life. The reason he became stronger and stronger.

It wasn’t supposed to have gone like this… Not in the weak moment he had decided to do something d i f f e r e n t for a change. To do something they would both enjoy. And he thought going to another region. Taking on a few gyms there… Meet new Pokémon. He thought it would be f u n.  That it would be n i c e to do this together with her. Even Ethan had agreed. They were supposed to meet up later this day. Shit.

He didn’t know it would have crashed down around him.

He couldn’t have known that they would have gone on the bad side of someone. Not until it was too late. Not until there was no way back. Not until the danger had been upon him. Not until she had been targeted at. Not until he had felt the attack burning and stinging at his back. Until he felt the sick sensation of something in his body that did not belong there.

Not until he saw her honey-brown eyes gazing up at him, with tears collecting at the corners. Until he heard the voice that reached his ears. He felt the familiar taste of blood in his mouth, but it was too much. Not the taste of a bloodied lip… Nor of a bloodied nose. It was too much that filled his mouth, and all he could try was swallow it back again and again. He didn’t want to worry her. She had to go home to Ethan, right? She had to continue living, that’s what he wanted.

Him?

He had been damned from the very start. His very existence being set in stone… The heir of Team Rocket. A name he couldn’t easily shrug off his shoulders. But her? She was innocent. And free. And oh so warm and sweet… How could he even t h i nk of tainting her with the darkness that licked at his heels. That seemed to follow him with every footstep he took forward.

And her hands touched his chest, he felt blood threatening to spill from the corner of his lips. He swallowed, once more. Ethan and Lyra both… Had been an eye opener for him. The moments he faced them. The moments they shared. The friendship they had offered him and he had eventually hesitantly took in hands that had been tattered so many times before. And they had accepted him. All flaws and mistakes. And this girl before him. This girl who had stood aside him… Who took his grumpiness and moodiness.

Who made him s m i l e.

He was aware of Ripper’s attack behind him, vaguely. It was hard to concentrate, so he did the only thing he thought of at the moment. He kept his focus upon her. Because as long as he was before her, she was safe. And safe was g o o d. “I’m sorry.” the mumbled voice was barely audible through the blood, though he hoped she understood. That she k n e w he hadn’t meant for all this to happen. For once he had just wanted to do something all teens would have done. Have an adventure with their friends. Have a normal happy life. But…

“I’m sorry… Lyra…”