This disclaimer is really pointless because you and I both know I don't fucking own Pokemon.
Stone Statue
(if she is a gorgon, prettier girls are demons.)
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When they first meet, her sunglasses are on, they are very, very drunk and at some stupid party to celebrate something that neither can remember.
He doesn't know her name, not even when her hands are all over his body and they are kissing wildly and passionately.
He doesn't know her name, even when she locks the door behind them and they fall onto the dirty, disgusting bed that every stupid party like this has up on their stupid top floor.
He doesn't know her name, even when their clothes are being taken off and flung everywhere and they are naked to the bone.
He doesn't know her name, even when she takes the last pure part of him, and they are moaning and groaning and touching.
And the sunglasses don't ever leave her face, even when he tries to take them off.
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Her blue eyes are doe-eyed, clear and stainless. Or so he's heard.
She blinks them twice and he's practically shining with the need to go and speak to her.
And when he tries to speak, he says nothing, and there is nothing besides the opening of his lips, their breathing and her shallow laughter.
She doesn't take off the sunglasses and smiles desperately at him.
"You've got a nice face," she says, cupping his cheek gently.
She strangely gives him a business card with some weird garden shop's name scribbled on it in fancy print he cannot read.
"That's where I'll be," she says, giggling way too shallow and childish for how she seemed only seconds ago.
"Drop by and see me sometime if you're brave enough," she challenges, the phrase 'if you're brave enough' rolling off of her tongue perfectly. She walks past him, hips swaying against his just perfectly on purpose with the heavy scent of perfume that is so much different from his mother's brushes straight into his nostrils.
He stares after the strange girl and her strange scent, her heels clicking on the pavement and her hips swaying back and forth flirtatiously.
His reaction is late, but he blushes very deeply when he finally realizes who she was.
(But it seems she doesn't remember him.)
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When he shows up, she chortles.
The sunglasses - black lenses and white frames - still rest on her legendary eyes.
"Didn't think you'd be brave enough! Haven't you seen the papers?"
Oh, he's certainly seen the papers, he wrote the article about her after all and he knows very well what she's like and who she is.
She seems almost angry to Touya, and he takes a step back in defense, missing the catch of the newspaper and his article she threw at him.
The headline he knows by heart. It reads: 'Girl turns people into stone!'
Touya isn't scared, at least he thinks he isn't, so he stands his ground and stares directly at the girl. Her laughter is still shallow when it comes out.
She takes off the sunglasses, Touya instantly falling in love with the eyes underneath, just like every other challenger before him. He stares into them, as if they are sirens.
"Your mistake," she says, and Touya's body begins to crackle.
He's turning to stone, also just like the other victims before him.
Before his head turns, she comes close and whispers on his neck:
"My name is Rosa. I love you a lot more than my other victims. You are my last, after all. Oh, and I do remember you, Touya."
(He does not remember giving her his name.)
Touya kisses her; she does not kiss back.
He turns to stone with a smile, unlike all her other victims.
He is a perfect statue and a perfect last victim.
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(but he is still alive, still he is in love with her.)
the end