Pairing: Eusine/Kotone
Note: I've never seen this pairing done before… so, why not try it out?
Inexorable Martinet
he spun her right round on the gossamer strings of love.
Johto was a place where people who looked through rose glassed eyes won the most. They were impenetrable, beyond the point of anyone finding out their own special type of kryptonite, their brand of heroine. They were social butterflies, yet could graze such a steely glance at any given point, like they held up the deacon of putting up a superficial façade, one that no one could, or would, get through. And, most importantly, they held the menagerie of gilded flowers, optimism.
Eusine envied Kotone about that. He had seen too much – he had felt too many things – for him to ever act like a child again, though he was in mentality.
His throat tightened as he watched her silently drift down the stairs of the Burned Tower, towards the legendary beasts, all high and mighty, just waiting to be taken down. Waiting for someone. Waiting for her.
Jealousy came onto him, cold and seductive. It would soon be shriveled, left out to die in an un-watered flower patch. Eusine concealed it well though until it faded into something else. Something far worse, something he feared.
"I was expecting to lose."
"I was expecting to win."
Her rose colored glasses tilted on her face as he returned his fallen alakazam, bouncing the pokéball in his hands. His smile seemed so genuine, so unconcealed, that it picked at her subtle smile. Kotone felt embarrassed almost as she returned her still lively - and still squirting out water - croconaw. She excused herself carelessly and ran towards the nearest Pokémon Center, hoping to find virtue from the sunshine that he was. From that damn bright sunshine that couldn't help but prick at her heart.
It was hard for her to admit that his sweetness – his whole being – committed a band of fireflies in her stomach. It was too early for them to become fluttering butterflies, but too late to turn back into just a dull thrum in the back of her throat. She had been lured out by seeing him in the Burned Tower, and then battling him, exercising his expertise in the field. Her heart was still beating quite fast, but not fast enough for discomfort.
In fact, what she felt was far from discomfort. More like the hints of friendship, and maybe, just maybe, love.
That shrouded jealousy bloomed into something else. Something that he feared.
Was it hate? Or rage? Love?
He watched her, his gaze lidded and defeated, listening as the beast that was suicune howled impatiently.
Kotone almost backed away, but she didn't have time for negativity. She only had time for her rose colored glasses, her optimism, the silver lining in everything. Cautiously, she tugged on her belt, gripping onto one of her pokéballs, just one tiny heart string that connected to her. She gulped and threw her love out into the ring, left waiting, watching, hoping.
Eusine had never seen such a determined battle before. So raw with emotions, passion, the lens cleared of the cliché dramatics of a legendary battle, instead replaced with the soft tune of the fragile being of Kotone's heart. He had hoped she'd win. And she did.
But she didn't have time for his hope, his friendship, his love. And so she left with her new pokémon, just uttering a slight goodbye.
Now she only had time for her rose colored glasses, the one thing that defeated her in the end.
end.