A/N: Even though I don't write my on-going stories, I like to write drabbles, even if they sucks. I wanted to write something from a Pokemon's point of view, so here's one of the old drabble I did back then. Anyone who knows what Pokemon is this wins a cookie.
There's something painful inside him that wouldn't go away.
He took a peak at them from a certain distance. My master did not like how Miss Sapphire was talking to Mister Red. I could not get the feeling that was inside my master.
Is it love?
No, it was something else. Was it jealousy then? I think it is, but I could not tell. Yet, I think it isn't. I desperately tried to understand. Then my master patted on me, he was concern about me. But I am more concern about him. I nod, and he looked relieved; but deep inside me I knew he isn't. For a while the feeling was gone.
The feeling was back there as soon as he took another glance at them.
Nana looked up towards me and asked about my unusual behavior. I simply shook my head, knowing she can't help much. She decided to ignore me when my master went on stroking her fur. There it is again, he's looking at them.
I don't get it, what was this feeling?
It's not love, nor is it jealousy.
Then is it hatred?
Or is it the desire to kill?