Delicate Lilacs
Mars contemplates life after Cyrus's disappearance, with Saturn doing the same which leads to paths crossing. Conjunction, Saturn/Mars

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Naturally, a girl in a field of flowers was a refreshing sight. However, despite the sweet scene, there was something ominous about that one particular redhead floating in the sea of purple. Even with her childish demeanor, one can't help but sense an odd, malicious aura emitting from her being. That suspicion could possibly delude from the scarring smile forced on her lips, or the bright red lines on her forehead furrowing midpoint, or maybe even the intensively insane glint one got from her crimson eyes. Whether it was one of the above or not aforementioned, the girl was plain evil, and yes, she even admitted that herself.

She was a former Team Galactic member—and a commander, at that! Her purpose was to serve her boss to achieve their goal of a perfect world, but what came of that? An interference of the "meddling" type ruined their plans, her boss supposedly disappeared into the Distortion World due to his insanity, and now, the former Galactic commander was laying down in a field of lilacs, contemplating on the very matter.

Huh, what a scene.

She knew there must've been some of her own insanity involved that lead her to such a place. Honestly, she wasn't fond of flowers, especially not of the fragrant type. Though, even if her mind was telling her to leave, her body was unwilling to respond, an invisible force pulling her figure down. Then again, the aromatic smell of the flowers were very reassuring, as much as she denied it, and could possibly be responsible for her lazing body.

She sighed heavily, her eyelids beginning to droop. Who knew her purpose as a Galactic commander was the very center of her life? Apparently, the girl was oblivious to that. But, even if Cyrus was successful in creating the reverie of a perfect world, wouldn't the girl be subjected to having no purpose—just like this? In that utopia, there wouldn't be a need for her as the perfect world would become a reality. There wouldn't be a need for her to be commander. There wouldn't be a need for her to exist.

Her eyes closed tightly. What a life she has.

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The blue-haired man scratched the back of his head, his feet subconsciously trudging around. He was glad to be away from the Galactic building. With Cyrus having disappeared, the blue-haired man was appointed official leader for the time being until their true leader was back. That was the problem, though: he knew their boss wasn't coming back.

The two other commanders had already left. That meant Jupiter and Mars had gone their separate ways. The man didn't mind as he planned on doing the same thing, hence his feat of roaming around the forest—and with no supplies. I sure am smart, he thought, rubbing his palm roughly on his forehead.

Speaking of the other commanders, he started to wonder what they were up to. Knowing Jupiter, she was probably flying her way back to Johto right now. Unlike the other two commanders, Jupiter was known to have an existing family in another region. Mars and the blue-haired man himself had nowhere to go home to.

The blue-haired man had suffered a traumatic accident back in his childhood days. His parents were out and about the Sinnoh region in hopes of an "adventure". They left their blue-haired child back home in Pastoria under the care of his grandmother. Though, after just a few months of their not returning, the reminiscence of their family back home received a phone call that stated the mother having suffered a fatal head injury. Even though he still didn't know what was the cause of it, he remembered knowing for sure that his mother was going to die.

His father succumbed to depression after her funeral. Even though he didn't become a maniacal child abuser, he did abuse his own body by consuming horrendous amounts of alcohol. This action led to the cause of his death, leaving their only child alone with his grandmother. Though, even that didn't last long, with his grandmother dying unknowingly of natural causes.

It was because of his past that lead him to join Team Galactic, being pulled in with the promise of a "perfect world". If only that world was accomplished before any of his family members' deaths, then he wouldn't have suffered with so much turmoil in the back of his mind. Alas, it did happen, and there won't be anything of a perfect world anymore with Cyrus gone.

The blue-haired man's eyes started to water unconsciously as he wiped an arm across his face, resisting the drops to fall. He figured Mars, the other commander he recalled, would be roaming around helplessly like him. The two shared the pain of a horrible past, but the man thought the redhead was quite lucky for her past. The girl didn't have much of a past, anyway, which meant no crying, no painful memories, no nothing. She was an orphan, she didn't know who her parents were, and she didn't even know who she was. The lack of a family, a being, gave her the freedom to do anything she wished.

The man was jealous of that so much. He wanted anything to rid his thoughts of his past, even if he just might as well have no past.

But, that wasn't the point now.

He heaved a solemn sigh. It was better to just hide the past back in the closet of his dark memories to stop his relentless mourning. There wasn't any need to.

There wasn't a need to do anything.

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As the redhead found herself beginning to surrender to a deep slumber, a rustling behind her kept her alert as she stood up defensively, wandering around in suspicion. "Who's there?" she questioned forcefully, sounding more like a demand than a question. The response was another rustling, coming from behind her. She twisted her body and glared at the bush.

A tall figure emerged from the shrubbery, his hair covered with twigs. The redhead was shocked to see the familiar face as shadows ceased, the two fully aware of the other.

"Saturn?" She scoffed haughtily, folding her arms over her chest. What was he doing here? Wasn't he left in charge of the remnants of Team Galactic? Still, the redhead found herself reassured with his presence. It was nice to know, even if they weren't truly on good terms, that she stumbled upon someone she knew. Being alone just wasn't her thing.

Saturn stood aback at the redhead's presence. "M-Mars?" It wasn't everyday you'd hear a commander stutter. Then again, you couldn't exactly call them commanders anymore.

The blue-haired man walked up to the redhead, puzzled at the picturesque beauty surrounding him. "Fancy seeing you of all people play around in a field of flowers."

"I'm not playing," she growled softly, sitting down on the field again. "I was just… thinking."

"About…?" Saturn took the liberty to sit next to her, though attempted to avoid any eye contact. Even though they shared a horrible past and both knew about them, Saturn still found himself being the vain of Mars. He wasn't sure what it was that made the redheaded commander frustrated at him for no apparent reason, but the small conversation they were having right now made him feel irrationally happy. Saturn had been so busy with talking serious that he hadn't enjoyed any small talk in quite some time. He admit, it was ironic that he ended up talking to Mars (whom he seldom talked to) about something not so-serious. The thought of it made him laugh, causing the girl next to him to raise a brow in both confusion and annoyance.

"What? Is it that funny seeing me in places like this?"

Saturn put a hand over his mouth to help him cease control of his laughter. "No, no, it's not like that at all!" He crossed his legs over one another and wrapped his arms behind his neck, gently and slowly letting his back fall to be submerged in the kisses of the flowers. "I just haven't had a light talk in a while."

"Oh," Mars muttered, silence overcoming the two suddenly. Saturn stared off into the clouds, pondering on the shapes they displayed as Mars stared at none other than the blue-haired man himself, scrutinizing him insightfully. The Saturn she knew back as a commander was serious, blunt, and boring. Though, talking to the Saturn now, she begged to differ. He had a more… bubbly personality in him that the redhead found an interest to. It sure beat the boring Saturn, anyway.

With a slight breeze coming way, Mars laid her back on the flowers, mirroring Saturn's actions. "So… What do you plan on doing with the rest of your life?" Mars inquired calmly. She thought she'd never see the day she would be having small talk with Saturn in a field of flowers, but it was really happening—right now, for that matter. And, even though she would've highly detested this very scene back then, she couldn't help but feel comfortable in her position.

Saturn was silent for a few minutes, as if deep in thought. Then, just as the clouds overhead started to clear away, his stomach started to grumble, leaving him blushing madly. "Eat, maybe."

The redhead blinked stupidly at him, then started laughing, the atmosphere lightening up with her warmhearted giggling. "I think I just might do that, too."

"Huh." Saturn smiled, turning his head to the side to take a whiff of the purple flowers. "You know, I think I'm starting to like these flowers. They smell nice." The blue-haired man turned his head to the opposite side, only to face Mars who was staring at his back intensely the entire time. A blush started eating up his face. "M… maybe I'll start working at that flower shop in Floaroma Town."

"Yeah, I can really see that," she said sarcastically, taking amusement in Saturn's red face.

He sat up and gently plucked a flower from the ground, speculating it innocently. "Then what do you plan on doing?"

Mars was silent in a moment, her lips forming a thin line. "Uh…" She stared at the sky for any inspiration, but found none, every single cloud passing by looking the same to her. "Uh… I guess back to being a normal girl." She blushed. "And, uh, go into baking."

Saturn looked at her oddly. "Mars and confectionary?"

"Funny thought, huh? Honestly, I've always admired people who could cook. All I've ever been able to eat was packaged or microwave'd—never cooked or baked."

"Hmm…." Saturn dwindled the stem of the flower in-between his thumb and index finger, placing it gently behind Mars's ear with a smile firmly attached to his face.

The girl eyed him suspiciously, though ignored the flower tucked behind her ear. "What's the meaning of this?"

"It suits you," he said quietly, laying his head back on the bed of flowers. "I don't know the name of them, though. That flower shop idea seems even more surreal now."

She half-smiled at him. "They're lilacs. You can tell from the color and shape. Cyrus was always fond of them for some reason."

"Oh really, now?" Saturn stared intensely into the girl's ruby eyes as she did the same. The staring contest seemed to go on forever until Saturn stated, "They're really nice, these lilacs. Like…" Saturn stopped himself abruptly.

Mars, opening her mouth to question him, stopped midway, nudging herself closer to the blue-haired man. "Yeah, delicate too."

The two remained silent for the rest of the day, the only thing they did all day was either nap or stare out at the fluffy clouds eating up the sky. They didn't know want went over them, but one thing was for sure: there was something budding between them. Only problem was they were completely unaware of it.

Luckily, someone else was.

XXX

Aha, couldn't resist that pun. :"D

You can note the ending as a possible indication of a continuation. I don't know if I'll ever get to it, but it might happen. You never know.

Some really short Conjunctionshipping fluff. I don't know much about their characters since I just recently became addicted to Pokèmon again and have barely watched any of the episodes. Though, I do know that Mars is childish, or something along the lines of that. Not sure about Saturn, so bear with me.

This is me experimenting on a different writing style. There isn't much of a difference except that I've tried to write in a simpler, cleaner way. Hopefully it's better than my past styles, but I'm sure my characterization and pace still needs some working on. (stares at other stories) I'd love to hear what you guys think. :D