Ferris-Wheel Shipping – Angel
She would bring salvation to the world. She'd save the world from the darkness that was to come. She was this world's light.
Her companion, nearly ten feet taller than she, stood by her side like an emotionless statue. It's pure, white fur accentuating the glow of its frosty blue eyes.
By pure coincidence, this girl's name was White.
Her heart and soul were as gentle as the falling snow. Her eyes glowed blue, similar to her companion's – as deep and as beautiful as the vast ocean. A cascade of chocolate hair tumbled in waves down her back, smooth and fine. She was an angel captive in a body of a human.
Then through a sheer twist of fate, she met him.
That was when her world changed.
He would bring demise to the world, the downfall of mankind. He, too, had a companion. Similar to White's, but the colour of his companion's fur was a dark as ink. Black and empty, like a lonely shadow.
This man's name was N.
Why trainers and Pokémon should get along, he did not understand. His hatred, confusion and anguish dulled the colour of his once tea-green eyes. They became as empty as his companion's, like two voids.
N was the devil, inside out. His heart desperately sought for salvation; his despair and inability to understand simple, humane concepts made him seemingly insane. He often raved to his subordinates about how painful it was to see Pokémon being treated as slaves, but even his subordinates kept well out of his way when necessary.
The angel seemed to understand, however. Why was that so? Why did she, who was his enemy, agree with him while he ranted about the inequality in treatment? Why did the angel, of all creatures, nod at him with such a sad smile?
The angel and devil clashed. Light and dark. Night always had to end when the sun rose. Light always won. Dark always fell.
Except that this time, they mixed into a neutral entity.
The angel threw away her golden halo for him. She cut off her wings, and tainted herself. Her heart and soul was given up in exchange to be allowed to love him. A fallen angel.
He freed himself from hate, through the efforts of the fallen angel, and embraced a new light. He took one step closer to be becoming more human than he had ever been; and the fallen angel was always there to guide him. No matter whatever confusing concepts there were to understand, she was always there with a smile.
Grey. A colour that was eternally neutral between light and dark. Neither good, nor bad.
Maybe White no longer had those wings, and had to bear ugly scars of the past. Maybe she was no longer as pure as she used to be. Maybe her heart had suffered so much that it had to be supported with undying love. N loved her for who she was. White had sacrificed so much – and had given it all to him.
The devil had fallen, and the angel had become a fallen angel; but in N's heart which now held a tiny bit of White's, she would forever be his guiding light. In return, he would love her until his body crumbled to dust. This, he promised himself.
Light had triumphed over dark once more – these words were quietly mouthed by N; for she would
Forever
be his
Angel.
