Hello! This is from a drabble from one of the drabble tags, only I've spruced it up and made it a giftfic for Priestess Yuki-hime-sama for her birthday :). I hope she and everyone else enjoys!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. A Zoroark would be great for pranks though XP

Dream Riptide

"Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes be…just an illusion." -Javan

"Will you come with me?"

I stare at my Trainer, standing there in pure perfection. Blonde hair combed and untouched, blue eyes clear as skies, T-Shirt and jeans spotless and tearless. He smiled kindly, as he always has, hand extended.

Such a contrast to the bloody body laying at his feet, a twin devoid of even the hope of life.

"Come on, Zoroark," the perfect one says. "It's okay."

Not it's not. I know it's not. My Trainer, my real Trainer, chased after the Raikou beast. Trapped it using Arbok's Wrap attack. It broke free by breaking Arbok. By breaking my Trainer with fangs and lightning. Then it dashed away, free, without remorse, leaving two broken bodies in the now-silent forest.

This perfect one...he is an illusion. My illusion. I wanted more than anything to see him alive again, unmarred, and then my powers create...

"Take it easy," says the perfect one, walking toward me. "It's just me, Zoroark."

It's not him. It's not the one I knew, the one who caught me with a well-timed throw of a Pokeball. The one who raised me to new skill and perception. The one I traveled regions with. The one I created playful illusions for. It's not...

"It's whatever you want it to be," says the perfect one, still reaching out to me.

I snap at his hand. He withdraws before I can bite him. It both angers and relieves me. If we touch, his hand will pass through. It will prove unquestionably that he's...

"Zoroark?" He looks puzzled, upset even.

I glance to him. I glance to the body. Him. The body. Him. The body. The body, lifeless, marred, empty. Him, the perfect one, also empty, yet...

He reaches out again, silently this time, cautiously and unsmiling. I let him touch me. I pretend to feel the warmth. Then, the sensation of warmth comes. I bask in the feeling of being petted.

...

There is nothing left for us here. Just blood and bodies.

Me and my Trainer go to the next adventure. How wonderful it will be.

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So has the Zoroark found peace with the spirit of its Trainer? Or is it only deluding itself with its own illusions? I'll leave that, or any other conclusions, up to you readers. Feel free to tell me what you think is going on :)