starter @fxrestvitch | WTF is it with us and sad AUs
It was the other side of the coin. Yuuto’s life was filled with two-sided coins like this one. When Giratina asked for him to keep his end of their bargain, the coin was thrown into the air. In another time and space, Yuuto refused and instead drank poison tea.
In this world, he bowed his head. He accepted his fate, accepted a lustrous orb in his palms, and accepted instructions on how to proceed. As frightening as the reality of becoming Palkia was, it would be worse to lose Daisuke. Even worse to lose Dimitri. Any time he felt the temptation to run, he would remember them. Lydia, Lunette, Alice, Hunter, his mother, father, whatever we call mikale, Chron, Sam-- To imagine any of them sad was simply too much.
And yet, he couldn’t imagine them being sad without him. Maybe it would be a short ache, but he wasn’t like Dimitri. He was not some one in a million chance miracle child. There were other ‘Yuuto’ out there. He was the Rattata of Satou’s multiverse children. A new Yuuto would come and replace him soon enough.
He was still selfish. He wanted to see Lunette one last time. He wanted to view her art and wander in her galleries. He wanted to see his other friends, too. Maybe give Alice and Hunter a last kiss, but then how would he decide which twin to kiss last? Of all times to only have one mouth. Perhaps he should visit his soon-to-be sister-in-law and thank her for saving them all? Kiss his mother’s forehead and thank her for his life?
In the end, he decided against it. Because his mun can’t tag all ya’ll.
Instead, he appeared in a familiar garden. There was one tie here that he had to sever. One person who needed to hear him apologize. Yuuto found her in her garden as usual, tending flowers that he had come to see as friends. A person he had lied to. He had never taken the chance to tell her about his deal. It had all happened too quickly.
At least he could avoid dying as a liar.
“Tanya! Good afternoon!” His feet, which normally never touched ground, set softly between flowers. Mindful of where he was standing, Yuuto mentally apologize to the flowers anyway. Perhaps they could forgive him if he wanted to feel the earth under his feet one last time. “Sorry to drop in so suddenly... Are you busy today?”
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Was that Tanya? She liked Sawyer, right? Maybe it would make her happy if she made an appearance. “Excuse me. I know we don’t know each other, but can I get your opinion on this dress?” She was tried it on hoping it would help her decide whether she wanted it or not. She turned around slowly in a pastel pink tea dress with green trim. “Does it look cute on me?”
At first, Gira had tried not to be bothered. He did not want to meddle in everyone’s business. He especially wanted nothing to do with Yuuto and Dimitri. Those boys did not belong in his world, and it took every bit of love not to chase them. They might be his “grandsons,” by Satou’s logic, but they were also pests.
So when one of those pests mentioned he had a new friend in the woods... When he started taking breaks to go visit her... And then, when he mentioned he shouldn’t leave this world because of their friendship... Well. Gira had to do something about that.
He appeared in the Slumbering Weald one afternoon. Yuuto had mentioned a brook that passed through, which apparently had a lovely reflection. It was through that reflection that, on one unfortunate afternoon, Giratina would make his entrance. He was traveling through the Distorted World when he saw her... Well. There was only one girl in the Slumbering Weald, so he assumed it was “her.”
A giant pair of red eyes appeared beneath the water’s surface, staring up at Tanya. Waiting for her to notice that she was being watched.
“I understand.” a solemn smile
shows his sympathy as best
he could towards a stranger. In
no way was he a hive of wisdom
( in fact, more a swarm of hypocrisy ),
but he felt it an obligation as part
of his facade.
“It is too easy to get TRAPPED in
your own thoughts with nothing to
shake you back to reality. It happens.”
Only Kuroneko Satou could twist Akane’s arm so effectively that he would do Omichron a favor. He would much rather let Chron squirm and struggle, if only because she got so adorably angry. Buuut if Kuro-nee insisted. Akane could lend a hand.
That was how Chron and him ended up dividing her investigation into the Slumbering Weald. Chron was better at talking to people (nicely) than Akane, so she went about questioning the locals. Akane, on the other hand, got to investigate the Weald on foot.
“Huh. You know, Momo? I think this feeling that I have right now is that survival instinct, telling me to book it outta here.” He chatted casually with his Charizard as they walked through the mist, grateful for her tail’s flame. Momo rumbled in disapproval. If he knew he was in danger, why was he still walking?
“I’ve got more pride than sense. You know that.” What Momo knew was that Akane was actually a sensible person. He just chose to be annoying.
The pair eventually crossed into a portion of the wood where the mist was not as thick. From there, they could see what looked like a house in the distance.
Akane perked up.
“Hey, Gretel.” My name is Momo, the Pokemon grumbled.
“Wanna tempt fate and see if that house is covered in candy?”
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fxrestvitch replied to your post ““People are weird on Sundays….Goodnight.””
"Your brother is not restricted to Sundays, Lunette."
“My brother is not the one being weird though?” She was far to used to all of her brothers to consider any one of them weird now “You are one of the people being weird. All Mwuah mwuah and stuff.”
“Welcome to Wyn Valley,” the computer generated lady voice announces over the speakers. The train destined to Wyn Valley hummed along the tracks, coming over a small ridge to reveal the grand expanse of the ‘city’, “The business hub of Wyn Corporations, home to Wyn Studio Records, the Mulberry Library, and so much more. Please enjoy your stay!”
The train pulled into the station and settled into the platform before letting the doors come open. Despite being deep inside a huge technological city, the platform was flanked on either end by beautiful flower bushes, which welcomed visitors and commuters with a beautiful floral scent as the doors whooshed open. Train attendants helped folks with larger luggage of the train, to any family or friends waiting for them on the platform.
The city itself is a sprawling love letter to business. Clean, well-maintained streets are home to cars, buses, and even bikes. While the high rise buildings, home to the majority of the office workers and a few penthouse style apartments, are all cookie cutter in their build with sleek, straight lines and very little color besides concrete whites and greys, the rest of the city is an absolute masterpiece. Smaller business, and even some business chains, occupy unique, beautiful buildings that truly show off the personalities of the shops and boutiques. Even the PokeCenter had a bit of flair to it.
Smogon let out a sigh. He hated days off because it meant having to do literally anything but what he enjoyed doing. And he had to spend time with Azazel, who he also hated when they were working, let alone on these days off that had been implemented since he became a ‘regular employee’. Fuck this.
Azazel, however, was having a field day. He loved being off, being out in the Valley, where he could just sponge the thoughts of the every day folks walking around. Here, he could wildly looking through people’s thoughts and memories, find all their little secrets to either keep for his own misdeeds or bring to their boss for a little bit of extra pay. Today, much to Smogon’s dismay, seemed to be an even better day for the Hypno.
“Oh, I know you can’t sense it, Smogon,” the blonde said, holding a cigarette out for him, “But there’s something very good on the horizon today. There’s an interesting energy coming into the Valley.”
