Yet another fic written by me. :3 this one is most angst and little romance. Still, I hope everyone would enjoy this.
This fic may last for four chapters, but will not go over six.
I wrote this story in contrast to the fics I've been reading about Hikari and Shinji having a happy marriage. For this fic, I'll try to explore the realities of a marriages. While some are successful, others are not just as lucky. I don't have anything against Ikarishipping fics wherein the two are happy in their marriage. In fact, I love reading those. I just want to write a story that I think is more closely-related to the couple. :3
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon
Unworthy
Prologue
How did it all begin, she wondered?
Did everything go wrong in the beginning, at the middle or at the end, if there WAS to be an end to her misery?
Even she didn't know the answer to that.
She reckoned that from the very start, her marriage was a mistake. Foolish idiot, she had not taken into account her own happiness when she had chosen to marry him. Even her future had been set aside in order to please him. At first, it was pure marital bliss for her, but as the months went on, Hikari found herself turning into someone who she was not. Everything that she did was all for him. She had sacrificed her career as a coordinator in order to be with him, to be his lawful wedded wife, and all she got in return was… nothing.
She wasn't really empty-handed, now that she thought about it...
He did give her a son, but what was the use of having a child if his father was always away?
She mostly did everything, from changing the diapers to rearing the child into someone whom her husband would approve of. He was to be a child who was always calm and collected, just like him. But because her son had spent much time with his mother, he turned into a fun-loving kid who was not afraid to show what he was currently feeling.
Hikari knew she failed. But she did her best, right...?
She let out a sigh.
Five years have passed ever since Jun was born.
Nothing has changed between them.
The husband and wife still treated each other like strangers, most especially the husband. He was out most of the time to train, his obsession to become stronger growing with each passing year. As a result, he was always leaving his family behind in Veilstone. In Hikari's mind, he still thought of himself as a bachelor, and not as a man who already had a wife and a child. As always, he was taking everything for granted.
"Mom, where's dad? Why is he always gone?" asked her son one day.
She shook her head. "I… I don't know…"
She did not want it to happen, but the tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
"M-mommy, a-are you crying…? Please don't cry, mommy…"
It was embarrassing to break down in front of her five year old son.
Especially since she did not know where her husband had gone off yet again…
Later that day, she headed to the grocery to buy the things she needed for tonight's dinner. As he had told her through the video phone, he was going home tonight and will be staying for five days before heading out to Kanto. As usual, she did not question him as to what he would do in Kanto. If she did such, he would simply glare at her and probably say, "What's it to you if I go there?"
She tried not to be a nagging wife for him.
She was almost successful anyway.
Right after grocery shopping, she proceeded to prepare the dinner late in the afternoon. Her son, Jun, was currently watching a Pokémon battle on TV, most probably a rerun from last year's Conference in Sinnoh. She was currently making the tempura batter, for she knew that her husband loved ebi tempura. Preparation for the said meal was a tedious task, but the blue-haired young woman was somehow thankful that her husband wasn't home often. That would mean preparing a lot of different dishes every night. With just her and Jun around, both were satisfied with just having instant noodles for dinner. If he was to be home, that would mean…
She didn't even want to think about it.
As mean as it may sound, she didn't like him to be at home. Not only did she feel uncomfortable around him, but she felt invisible. He only talks to their son, and no one else. In their bedroom, they may sleep on the same bed, but there was no cuddling, no intimacy whatsoever. The bed was just there to lie on for resting.
Not that she wanted it, but really…
How can someone be called 'man and wife' if they lacked the intimacy?
She did not know.
She wouldn't know anyway…
No one had told Hikari what to expect after the wedding anyway.
That night, he came home on the dot, at seven in the evening, and at the sight of his father, Jun made a mad dash for the front door and hugged him. "Otou-sama!!!" squealed the little boy.
A ghost of a smile appeared on the husband's face. "Jun." he greeted.
The child was now grinning from ear to ear. "Okaa-sama and I missed you!"
A strange glint suddenly appeared on the older man's face. "Is that so, Jun?" when his son nodded, he nodded as well. "If you say so." He added.
Hikari sighed and headed to the kitchen.
She had precisely twenty minutes to put the food on the table, or else…
All hell would break loose.
'You're back… you shouldn't have gone home anymore…'
Dinner had been pleasantly, surprisingly. Jun had done all the talking for the couple, for he was the mediator between two strangers who had nothing in common except for the offspring they had borne half a decade ago. While the young boy talked about how his day had gone, Hikari was silently eating her meal, eager to finish and get out of the dining room. She couldn't stand his presence in the room.
"Hikari."
She nearly jolted out of her seat. It had been a long time since he had acknowledged her presence and had also called her by her name. "Y-yes…?" she asked, dazed.
For the first time since they have been married, her husband looked like he was troubled. "I… I was wondering if I could… have a talk with you after dinner."
The blue-haired young woman in her late-twenties shook her head. An excuse was all she needed from preventing herself from talking to him. "I need to clean up. I'm sorry …" she didn't even feel sorry at all.
"How about after your chores?" he was persistent. "I really need to talk to you."
"Tomorrow morning." She said, making her way to the kitchen. Which won't even happen, she thought darkly.
"… Alright then." He nodded.
And that was the last night the husband saw his wife…
Much too fast paced? Yeah, I know. But that's because this is only the prologue.
Hope you all liked it! Please review:3
