Shakespeare Was Right
So, I decided to try something a little out of my comfort zone. At first I couldn't think of anything. Then inspiration struck. I was reading over my "to-read" list of classic literature. On that list: Romeo and Juliet. I was listening to Bon Jovi's "Always" and I realized Shakespeare was right. Then it donned on me that I could turn that realization into a story. All I had to do was find the right couple.
So this story is my proof that Shakespeare was right and I have the perfect couple to prove it. This story is going to primarily be Dewshipping (LatiosxBianca). It's not something I would write normally, but I've got to push the limits some time.
Disclaimer: Don't own Pokémon or Shakespeare.
Sans plus tarder…
Le spectacle commence…
Shakespeare was right. He was. What? You don't get it? Allow me to explain.
I was laying on the sofa in the living room. I was engrossed in a book, Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet if you must know. It was raining outside and I had nothing better to do, so grandpa suggested I read it.
I wasn't very far into it, but I could relate to it. Two lovers who couldn't be together because of a feud that divided their families, it was just like my love life. Well, sort of. I too am a star crossed lover, but it's not a feud of families keeping us apart.
You see, he and I are from different worlds. Not literally. Well, I don't think that's literally true. I'm human. He's a Pokémon. I'm in love with a latios.
That's why we can't be together. Human and Pokémon relationships are expressly forbidden by society. They see it as taking advantage of an inferior species that is incapable of thinking for itself. I think that that couldn't be any farther from the truth. No one's forcing their Pokémon to love them. The relationships are by the choice of both sides. So why can't they be together as a happy couple?
I happen to know that Latios is very intelligent. He's the wisest, most reasonable and understanding Pokémon I've ever met. Sadly, that can't change society's opinion of him. To them he's a savage. He'll never be anything more than a barbaric brute in their eyes. To them, he's just an animal. Nothing will ever change that, but I love him. I want to be with him.
Shakespeare was right. Forbidden love is perhaps the sweetest. It is what we desire most. Mankind seems inevitably drawn to what we know we can't have. It's like how girls play hard to get to make a guy love them more.
Before I go on, I suppose I should tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Bianca. I live in the city of Alto mare. I live with my grandfather Lorenzo. He's in charge of protecting Latias and Latios.
That's all you really need to know about me. I will throw in that I'm and artist and I never became a licensed Pokémon trainer. Anything else you want to know about me you'll have to find out on your own.
Now, let's get back to the matter at hand. I was getting bored reading, so I decided to go up to my bedroom and do a little sketching.
I made my way up the steps and down the hall until I reached the door labeled "Bianca's Room" I opened the door and made my way inside. I went over to my desk where I had left my sketchbook earlier, but I found that it wasn't there.
It occurred to me that Latias must have taken it. She loved drawing almost as much as I did, and her lack of an opposable thumb didn't seem to hinder her artistic abilities in the least. Figuring I had nothing better to do, I slipped on a jacket and made my way outside and towards the secret garden in which Latias and Latios live.
Once I entered the garden, it took me awhile to find the legendary inhabitants. After a brief moment, I saw Latias zipping around the garden like she always does. The rain didn't seem to bother her. She was still just as energetic as usual. After a bit more searching I found Latios lying under a tree watching his sister. Upon closer inspection I realized he had fallen asleep. My sketchbook was under the same tree, just a few feet from the sleeping dragon type.
I picked it up and flipped through the pages to see what Latias had added. I ruffled past all my drawings that filled the front of the book and a few of Latias' old sketches. Finally I found the latest addition to the collection.
Surprisingly, it wasn't a drawing. It was a note. It was written in shaky handwriting, like the person who did it wasn't used to writing. That didn't surprise me. Up until that time I had no idea that Latias even knew English, let alone how to write it.
I decided to see what my friend had written. I was shocked by what was on the page.
I'll be there for you
Those five words I swear to you
When you breathe
I want to be the air for you
I'd steal the very sun from the sky
For you
Words can't say
What my love can do
I'll always be there for you
I'll be there 'til the stars don't shine
Until the heavens burst
And the words don't rhyme
And when I die
You'll be on my mind
And Bianca
I'll love you Always
I turned the page. There was more.
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips and hold you near
I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up
Because what do you got if you don't have love
Whatever you have
It isn't enough
How could I live without it?
Without you
Why does someone have to doubt it?
Someday you'll figure it out
I love you
At first I was confused. Latias loved me? We were good friends and all, but I don't think love is a word I'd use to describe our relation to each other. It just wasn't right.
Then, after a brief moment, I realized it wasn't Latias that wrote the note. It dawned on me that there was only one other person who could've. Latios.
I was ecstatic. That meant he loved me back! Somehow, knowing that my romantic feelings for him were mutual made them slightly less, awkward. It made a possible romantic relationship between us seem less, wrong.
It occurred to me that this would mean nothing if I didn't admit to him that I returned the feelings. He was just as afraid as I was to reveal his feelings, so if I didn't tell him how I felt then his feelings for me would mean nothing.
I slowly made my way over to the sleeping Pokémon. I looked down at him. He looked so cute when he sleeps. He just looks so sweet and angelic and… sorry, I'll get on with the story now.
Gently, I shook his shoulders in an attempt to wake him up. It didn't work. He shifted slightly. I tried again, shaking his shoulders a little harder this time. He still didn't wake up. Instead, he started snoring.
Eventually, I gave up on trying waking him up. Quietly, I leaned over him until my mouth was mere inches from his ear.
"I love you Latios." I whispered quietly. Then I turned and walked through the rain and back to the house.
It was raining again. It had been raining a lot lately. Honestly, I was getting a little bit annoyed with it. Living in the secret garden is nice and all, but the rain makes it seem slightly less enjoyable.
Deciding I had nothing better to do, I went and curled up under a nearby tree. I lay there for most of the day, watching Latias fly energetically around our home. The rain didn't affect her in the least. She enjoyed playing around the garden regardless of the weather.
Eventually, I must have dozed off. I only know because one minute I was watching Latias and the next I felt someone shaking my shoulders trying to get me to wake up.
I was awake, but I didn't bother to open my eyes. I was tired and didn't really care to see what was going on around me. Latias could just wait to talk to me until I decided to wake up on my own.
I felt someone's hands on my shoulders, shaking them more violently this time, determined to wake me up. That's when I realized it wasn't Latias shaking me. The hands were unmistakably human. That meant it could be one of two people. It was either Bianca or her grandfather Lorenzo.
After a few more shakes I determined that it was Bianca. The hands were too small and petite to be Lorenzo's. His were much bulkier.
Even knowing who was trying to wake me up I didn't bother to open my eyes. I could tell Bianca had given up on waking me up. I felt her leaning over me until her head was next to me. That's when she said it.
"I love you Latios." She quietly whispered. It was so quiet, I thought that maybe I had imagined it, but it was real. There was no doubt about it when she got up to leave right after saying it.
If she was admitting that she loved me she must have found my note in her sketchbook. I hadn't intended for her to see that. I had meant to take it out before she got her sketchbook back, but that's when I ended up falling asleep.
I closed my eyes to go back to sleep, but I found that I couldn't. There was just too much on my mind to sleep. She loved me. She felt the same way about me as I did about her. I was so happy. There was finally a chance that our relationship could flourish.
Finally, after several long minutes of attempting to sleep, Latias came and curled up next to me. I was surprised that she was stopping, but then I looked up and realized the stars were visible in the sky. It was later than I thought.
After several more restless minutes of trying to fall asleep, I was finally able to drift off. With the comforting warmth of my sister nestled in beside me I slept peacefully, dreaming of my lover.
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I know the first chapter is short. It was intentional. I just had to get a few expository details out of the way.
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