this story starts weird fucking sue me
anyway I started and uploaded this back in July of 2012
also I'm just dumping everything I ever wrote back onto the account bc as I said in What Sarah Said's chapter of Swanna Song, I will be rather preoccupied later this month so
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Wheeee, new fic. c: Lyra and Silver are twenty-one in this one, okay? 'Cause if they were, like, ten like they are in the games, that'd be weird, obvs. ._.
I should probably stop making mature stories. BUT THE MATURE RATING GIVES ME LIBERTYYYYYY.
By the way, this is important:
ostinato
–noun, plural -tos. Music.
a constantly recurring melodic fragment.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.
Dissonance
–noun
- inharmonious or harsh sound; discord; cacophony.
Music.
- a simultaneous combination of tones conventionally accepted as being in a state of unrest and needing completion.
- an unresolved, discordant chord or interval.
- disagreement or incongruity
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"Help me water these, Mizu," Lyra said, brushing the dirt off of her hands onto her overalls. She had just finished gardening in the backyard of her house for the new spring season.
Her Suicune, Mizu, sprinkled water over the flowers, gazing proudly at his trainer when he was done. "Good boy," she praised affectionately, kneeling next to him and ruffling his mane.
As she stood up and started walking to the fence to go take care of the front of the house, she saw that Mizu wasn't following. In fact, there was a low growling coming from the depths of his throat. "Mizu?" she asked, waving him over. "Why are you just standing there? Come on."
He didn't budge. Instead, he made a run for it, charging straight at his trainer. He tackled her legs so that she would fall on his back, not giving her a chance to adjust herself properly. He headed to the opened sliding door, dashing up the stairs and breaking down her room door.
Once inside, he stopped, shaking her off. She fell with the smallest of squeaks, getting up and rubbing her now sore legs. "Suiiiii... suicune," he whined, pointing his snout urgently at the door frame.
"Mizu, what in the world has gotten into you?" She shook her head and tutted, her voice naturally soft. "You even broke down my door!" She sighed and headed over to where the fallen door was. "Cune, cune!" her pokémon voiced, becoming increasingly anxious.
"Calm down, you. Why are you so irritable all of a sudden?" She stared strangely at him before she picked up the door, inspecting whether she could repair it or not. "Hm... doesn't look tooooo..." She started to sway and her speech became slurred, feeling as if she were drunk.
"Whyyyyyyy is the woooorld spi-spi-spinning?" she garbled, dropping the door and stumbling forward, tripping over it.
Mizu would have gone to retrieve his trainer, but the scent of the sleeping powder was already spreading. He had to lie down on the floor, covering his snout with his paws to keep from passing out just like Lyra. He knew she was in danger, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
A few minutes later, a figure came in, wearing a mask over their face to keep from inhaling the sedative. They lifted the limp body of Lyra, tossing her over their shoulder. Seeing this, the Suicune stood up, holding his breath as he chased after this person who was kidnapping his best friend. He had to slow down because of the energy it took to run and how little air he had conserved.
Once the person was outside, a pokéball was tossed into the air. "Use Gust," the figure spoke. The Pidgeot that emerged did as it was commanded, spreading the narcotic dust all over the town, but away from itself and its trainer. When the bird pokémon finally landed, the figure hopped on, dumping Lyra in front of them.
"Pidgeot, use Fly."
Mizu watched as the Pidgeot took off, desperate to save her. He planted his paws firmly onto the ground, positioning himself before he used Hydro Pump.
The Pidgeot narrowly avoided the attack before it soared higher, out of range for any further attacks.
The Suicune cried out to his trainer before swaying and tripping over his paws, falling to the ground on his side.
. ~ .
"Nngggghh," Lyra groaned as she shielded her eyes from the unrelenting sun. She had a massive headache upon waking up and her stomach felt as if it were churning violently.
Feeling the heat of the sun tone down, she sighed with content, moving her arm and pulling the sheets she was under closer to herself, snuggling them and burying her nose into them.
'...Wait. I wasn't sleeping earlier. This doesn't smell like my sheets.'
Seeing her stiffen, she knew the girl was going to get up soon. "Dear, you may not want to—"
When she sat up, she clutched her head from doing that action too fast, becoming dizzy. Now that the room was spinning, she started to heave. The nurse sighed and grabbed a plastic tub, placing it on the girl's lap just in the nick of time.
Bile filled the tub.
"—get up too fast." The woman shook her head, grabbing a wet towel and placing it on the trainer's forehead as she reclined back. She removed the tub and placed it on the floor.
Breathing heavily, Lyra inspected her surroundings, seeing that she was in a simple, but luxurious, room.
"Sleeping powder doesn't exactly react well with humans," the nurse said, patting the trainer's hand.
She quickly jerked her hand away, looking as if she were ready to cry. "Wh-where am I?" she asked timidly, her voice just barely above a whisper.
"Mister Giovanni's old mansion."
Her skin became pale, the blood draining from her face. "Wh-why...?"
"Mister Silver will be here shortly to explain things to you. For now, the powder needs to get out of your system. Seems like the last of it may be gone, though." She glanced at the tub and chuckled before picking it up, leaving the room.
She sat up slowly this time, seeing a TV by the wall opposite to the bed. Glancing around, she found a remote, hitting the power button.
The room was filled with the noise of snow. She quickly punched the lower volume button after she was done flinching, sighing with relief when it was no longer audible.
Flipping through channels, she stopped when she saw her hometown of New Bark on the news. Turning up the volume, she listened as the newscaster reported about how the town was dusted over with a pokémon's sleeping powder.
Her mom then appeared on the screen, wailing about how she found her daughter's Suicune passed out and her daughter herself was nowhere to be found.
Hearing this, the memory of what happened after she was gardening with Mizu played back in her mind. The last thing she remembered was dropping the broken door and falling on it before passing out.
Putting the pieces together of what the nurse told her and what she heard on the news, she knew of only one person who could have done this.
Silver.
After turning off the TV, she searched for her shoes, slipping them on and adjusting her wrinkled overalls, making a mad dash to the door.
When she opened it and began to run again, she slammed into a solid, but still slightly pliable, object.
"It's funny how you think you can run away from me in my own home."
The familiar, bone-chilling voice rocked her core, making her let out the quietest of whimpers. She started backing away from him, stumbling over her own feet and falling to the floor on her bottom, putting an arm up to shield herself from him.
"You look so vulnerable and pitiful right now. I've always liked that about you," he purred, grabbing the arm she had lifted and pulling her to her feet.
"D-don't... Silver, please...," she murmured, her gentle voice trying to reach out to him.
"Shut up, stupid girl," he growled, yanking her back into the room. Once they were inside, he shut the door behind them and locked it so the idea of escaping wouldn't cross her mind.
He knew she wouldn't scream for help. She was too afraid of him and her voice never rose itself above a murmur.
As soon as the door was locked, he grabbed her, slamming her against the wall and trapping her, his hips grinding into hers and his hands on either side of her head.
When he brought his lips close to her neck, she whimpered again, sinking down against the wall a little and closing her eyes tight. Her whole body was shaking violently, both taking note of it. He found amusement in this while she hated herself for being so afraid.
"I see you still have that unflattering look about you." He pulled out one of her pigtails, nipping her neck rather hard.
She let out a moan, but one of pain rather than pleasure.
"Silver, Silver, please... I beg of you," Lyra whispered, her voice as shaky as her body.
"I'm in control of your life now. It would be wise of you to do as I say and keep your mouth shut."
She did as he said, her eyes deciding to tear up instead, the excess water spilling over and onto her shirt.
Silver pulled out the other pigtail, his hand trailing down to her overalls, unbuckling one of the straps.
He stopped then, pulling his lips away from her skin. He chuckled at her fear, staring down at her quivering, pained face. "Let's talk about why you're here, shall we? This can wait."
She nodded hesitantly, grabbing the strap that threatened to cause one side of her overalls to slide off of her body.
"Giovanni's forcing me to marry if I want to inherit everything he owns."
Suddenly, she became completely still, her face drained and the blood replaced with dread. She knew what this meant.
"B-but why..."
His snort cut her off. He gave her a look, staring at her as if she were absolutely stupid. "I didn't want to choose just anyone. If I really wanted to, I could have just chosen one of the former Team Rocket grunts that still serve my dad. But then I thought about you and how I could take revenge for what you did. And here we are."
She breathed audibly, starting to hyperventilate a little. He chortled, smirking at her.
She always hated that smile. It was the smile that had gotten her into trouble with him before in the first place.
"This marriage is just for the sake of my inheritance. I don't love you, I won't love you, and I know it's the same for you." When he raised a hand, she cringed, expecting to be hit. Instead, he used his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.
She would have preferred to have been hit.
He finally took a step back, looking her over a few times. "Don't put your hair back in those pigtails ever again. Those overalls too." She nodded. "This is only your room for the next few days. The wedding will be at the end of this week. Do you understand?"
She nodded again, watching him walk to the door. She combed her hair with her fingers since she figured he wanted her hair to stay down.
"Good girl," he commented with that spiteful smirk again. Just before he shut the door, he told her, "Try to escape again and you'll never live to see your family or friends ever again."
After she heard the door click shut, she fell to her knees, sobbing into her hands.
. ~ .
Some maids had come in sometime after Lyra calmed down, ushering her into the bathroom and scrubbing her down. After that, her hair was fixed so that the ends were straight, her nails were painted, and anything else they felt need to be primped was primped.
Since the day was ending, they dressed her in a nightgown, a silk one that seemed a little bit too fancy for her tastes. And before the maids left, they left a tray of dinner on the nightstand next to the bed.
Thankful for this gift of privacy, she grabbed the tray and placed it on her lap, picking at it like a Pidgey would. She turned the TV back on, changing the channel to something other than the news. She wanted something to take her mind off of what happened today.
After all, she only had a few days to enjoy herself as much as she could before she would spend the rest of her life in hell.
A/N: I figured it'd be fun to do a darker piece. And I was right!
Silver and Lyra have a bit of past history that we'll get to in the later chapters. c:
Hopefully you guys will enjoy this fic as well!
