A man in a stunning black three-piece suit walked slowly along the edge of grimy Liberty Pier in heavily polluted Castelia City. Behind him, skyscrapers gradually lit up, ushering in the time of the night, when the biggest city in Unova became something else entirely different. The man couldn't have cared less about the city behind him, or anything else for that matter; he wanted to get away from it all. The hem of his black dress pants dragged along the wet and slimy floor of the pier; it was clear that nothing had landed in this pier for a very long time.
Only once had any ship set forth into the turbulent waters and the man, Blair Robicheaux, walking on the pier had been on it. It had docked on Liberty Island where he had caught the Victory Pokemon, Victini.
It seemed so long ago, almost ten years ago, when he was on his own Pokemon journey, travelling the world and becoming the Champion of Unova. Blair sighed, and dragged his expensive leather dress shoes against the mislaid vomit-colored concrete. He would have to be going now, but all Blair wanted to do was fall directly into the murky, polluted water and sink to the sandy bottom. He was seriously contemplating this opportunity when a homeless man from the other side of the pier came and stood next to him, shivering in the early winter wind.
It was obvious that he was asking for money, and Blair sighed once, fishing deep in his silk pockets for some loose change. Instead, he found his thick leather wallet, filled to the brim with hundreds of Pokedollars, and tossed it directly into the man's large and calloused hands. The man smiled, crow's feet deepening, showing a wide smile full of black, stained teeth, worn out from years of smoking cigarettes.
"May Arceus bless you, son." The man said slowly and walked away to the other side of the pier to join a group of homeless men sitting around a lit trash can. Blair averted his chocolate brown eyes to the city skyline and sighed once. He would have to get back to the heart of the city now. Running his long and nimble fingers through his chocolate colored hair, Blair Robicheaux moved stealthily into the night, heading towards the wondrous lit buildings, as silent as a shadow.
Blair passed by many things through the night, gangs thronging near alleyways, just begging for cops to show up, clubs finally opening, bass thumping and guitars wailing. He was a shadow moving through Narrow Street, passing through the rundown side of the city, with its old brownstones and ancient, withering trees. He heard many things as well; a girl groaning with delight through an open window, a stray Herdier howling towards the clouded moon high in the sky, a gunshot ricocheting off of something metal, producing a sharp tinging noise not far from him.
Blair knew better than to follow this path; it was nearing that time of night when odd things happened, evident by the troves and troves of Missing Person flyers hung throughout the city. When someone went through here during the wee hours of the night, it was a miracle if they went home without a single scratch. But Blair couldn't care less. Life was taking its toll on him and he wanted it to end.
Blair had finally approached "The Triple C" (Castelia City Center) and gazed solemnly into the clear waters of the fountain. He was so close; it was almost like the cosmos were trying to tell him something. Castelia Street was only thirty paces away, about half a minute, but it would be the longest and most excruciating half minute he would have ever endured in his life. Sighing to himself, he began to redo his tie while walking towards the only fully lit building on Castelia Street.
Clammy hands pushing against cold air-conditioned glass lobby doors, Blair wended through the plushy sofas and chairs to the lobby front desk. A petite and perky woman with a bun smiled widely, eyes silently assessing him up and down, stopping in certain places a bit too long.
"What are you doing out so late looking so nice?" the woman purred, red lips barely containing her mouth full of perfect pearly whites. She didn't seem that much older than Blair (who was twenty five); she was maybe twenty six or twenty seven.
"Nothing much, ma'am. I'm here for the wedding on the thirteenth floor." The woman's jaw clenched ever so slightly and she spoke again in a voice not as sweet and happy as before.
"Don't call me ma'am," she spat out at a bullet-fast rate, "It makes me feel old. Call me Sherry."
Blair said nothing. He realized that Sherry was one of those self-obsessed, image-concerned women that often traipsed through Castelia City, stealing money from rich men using their charming words and curvaceous bodies. But Blair knew better.
"So, Sherry, right, which elevator do I take?" Blair asked, showing absolutely no attention to Sherry in any sort of romantic manner.
Sherry imperceptibly rolled her eyes and pointed one sharply filed purple nail towards the elevator closest to her left. "Press the fifth button." She then turned her attention to her Transceiver, tapped out something quickly and clicked her tongue.
Shoes muffled against the thick carpeted floor of the elevator, Blair punched the fifth button (or what he thought was the fifth button) and waited for that familiar lurch in the stomach and clatter of chains that meant that the elevator was moving up. Blair was feeling sweaty and congested, even though he was the only one in the elevator, probably because of what he was about to encounter on the thirteenth floor. It didn't help that thirteen was an unlucky number.
The elevator dinged pleasantly and the metal door swept open like a curtain to the sight of a wedding taking place. There was an orchestra playing sweet, romantic sounding music and the mumbling of the priest reciting the sacred vows. Blair was late. He moved silently through the aisle into the plushy seat next to Cheren and Bianca in the second row.
"Why are you so late, Blair? The ceremony started twenty minutes ago!" Bianca hissed, adjusting her silver silk dress nervously around her body.
"Blair, you should have been here on time; it's the least you could have done for your ex-girlfriend. She was getting pretty tense." Cheren said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them with his handkerchief, something he did whenever he was nervous or concerned.
Blair couldn't bring himself to say anything. He could only stare morosely at the ornate carpeted floor underneath his chair until Bianca pinched him hard in the side to tell him to look up at the final moments of the ceremony.
There was a wooden arch covered with ivy at the front of the large room, underneath which Clay was standing (who knew he was a certified priest?) with Elesa and that fire-headed Elite Four Member from Sinnoh in front of him.
Elesa was wearing a simple, strapless, white dress that fell all the way down to her heels and was adorned with beige lace. It was a classic wedding dress that you could almost find in any bridal store, but Blair noticed something unusual that made him smile wistfully. There was a long slit down the right side of the dress, all the way from the bottom of her waist to her feet. That was Elesa's style; taking something classic and "screwing it up" (as she proclaimed) into something completely different. Blair had to admit that her method worked; she looked wonderful.
Her toned and thin right leg was showing and a shiver went up Blair's spine. It had been a long time since he had seen Elesa in a dress like this; it had generally been an absurd amount oftime since he had seen her at all, almost a year and a half.
Elesa looked positively jubilant, a small smile creeping across her face like the ivy behind her. She seemed to notice Blair in the audience and she stiffened up a bit, her smile seeming to suddenly be plastered on her face. It still seemed to Blair that things were tense between the both of them.
Flint (Blair finally remembered his name from the wedding invitation which he had promptly torn and burned using Hydreigon's Flamethrower), though, on the other hand, looked constipated and just generally sweaty, occasionally pulling at his collar and repeating whatever words Clay said out loud. He was in a black pinstriped suit with a red tie and black leather shoes. Honestly, Flint looked like he would rather be out training than standing here getting married to some blond chick.
Clay's voice rumbled loudly through the room.
"You may now kiss the bride."
Flint looked more relaxed now, and with a flourish, he picked up Elesa by the waist and twirled once, kissing her hungrily. The whole crowd of people immediately stood up and started either clapping, hooting, or whistling. Blair was the only one sitting, still staring at Flint kissing Elesa, thinking.
You may now kiss the bride.
Those words should have been his; he should have been up there instead of Flint, with Cheren as his best man instead of Volkner, he should have kissed Elesa. Instead, he was sitting on a plushy chair, nowhere close to the altar, with those same six words bouncing around in his head like a rubber beach ball.
You may now kiss the bride.
You may kiss the bride.
You may now kiss the bride.
You may now kiss the dirt.
Fin.
A/N: The age factor of this seems a bit weird to me, so I broke it down in this diagram (I'm a freak like that) so it eventually made sense. So Blair was fifteen when he started his journey, making him twenty five now, making Sherry older (she's twenty seven). So when Blair was fifteen, Elesa was twenty. That makes Elesa, what, thirty, now? Flint is thirty two and Cheren and Bianca are both twenty six. I just felt like making them older. And why Flint? I don't honestly know.
This is my first fanfiction, so please bear with me. I'm not the best at writing, but after all, you can't start out amazing, you just have to get there. So yes, I am hoping to improve.
This story was based on an amazing movie I watched and will reveal at the end of this story (which will hopefully end in the near future!). You guys will most probably not have watched it, since it's in a different language than English, so hopefully, I will inspire you to watch this movie.
Just so you know, Pokemon Black 2 and White 2 have nothing to do with this story. None of the characters will be included in this story unless I mention it in the author's note. Some of the settings will have Pokemon Black 2 and White 2 aspects in it, such as Castelia's City new Alley and harbors. If you want a source, just go to Serebii's Pokearth!
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-Shot Through Quiver