A/N: I've been thinking about the idea of hate a lot recently, and how a certain oc of mine would think about hate itself, being as reckless and rage-filled as she usually is. :) So here's a one-shot of my main character of the Pokémon fanfic I'm writing, Miriana Nyxim the Hot Head. It's not really about Pokémon, more about two of my characters development in a Pokémon world, so... be warned. Also, please leave a review. (Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, nor Nintendo, I simply own Ocs and my story)
What it Means to Hate, A Miriana One-Shot
Miriana shut the book she had just finished writing in closed. Writing notes and listening was somewhat easy for Miriana, but writing good notes, and ones that are on topic is a different story. Oh well, if she wanted to be a good role model for her brother, she was going to have to be successful at school. It still annoyed her though. She sighed and put her elbows on her table, using her hands to hold up her head. The background sound of the class all became static as she closed her eyes and relaxed.
"Hey, what about you?"
"Yah, it has to be those slow transit lines... OH! And Stacy, I can't STAND her."
One of Miriana's eyes opened as she gazed to the right. Two people were talking, a green haired boy, flamboyantly dressed (completely against school dress code) with a popped up a collar, and a black haired girl, dressed up formally in her prim-and-proper uniform. The girl was writing down on a paper pad, before she thanked the boy for taking part. Her eyes drifted over to Miriana before walking up to the front of Miriana's desk. Miriana's eye following her before she rose her head and opened her other eye. "HI! Do you want to take part in my research project!"
Honestly, Miriana was a bit interested, despite not really showing it. "Uh... what do I have to do."
The girl waved her hand. "Oh don't worry, it's nothing much. You don't have to do anything but answer my question honestly. I'm doing a research project on what our generation really hates. So... What do you hate?" For the life of her, Miriana couldn't remember the name of the girl in front of her. Though, she felt as if she had met her somewhere before.
However, that wasn't the real issue here. She looked at the girl in confusion. "Hate?"
"Yah, you know..." She rolled the hand holding the pencil. "Despise, want to erase. What's at the top of your # *! list." She pointed the pencil at Miriana, excitement laced in her voice.
Miriana looked curiously at the pre-journalist before she adopted a contemplative look on her own. "Hate, huh? I guess I don't really have anything I hate."
The girl was unconvinced. "Oh, come on. Someone who's as silent as you and stays near the back of class all the time must have something they hate. Anything!" If her answer had done anything, it had only served to make the girl more curious.
Miriana stopped, thinking harder about the question, it was something she didn't really think much about, but, with how angry she sometimes gets, she does have personnel experience. For a moment, as a girl she didn't even know the name of looked on, she came to an actual conclusion, something she believed to actually hold a grain of truth... and she stood up.
"What I hate? That would have to be people who hate others for them just being who they are. I hate those who can't accept someone simply because they are different, just because they don't exactly follow the same ideals. To put it simply, I hate those who hate others. Because hating someone doesn't mean that there is something wrong with them... it means there is something wrong with you." The usually docile student let out a low growl as her eyes burned with fury, her mind going on overdrive as everything was made up on the spot. Whether it was right or wrong didn't matter at the moment, it was simply how she felt.
"Yes, I know that hating someone else is merely human, but that's not an excuse to continue hating, nor act upon it." The fury faded and she looked to the side, regret taking it's place. "And yes, that means I hate myself as well, and I hope that one day I can forgive myself and others who choose to continue to hate, to understand them and perhaps even help them. But that time is not today." Finished with her speech she looked over to the mock-reporter. She was waiting for her answer.
Of course, Miriana was too scared to say any of this, too scared to stand up and scream what she thinks. So she never did. Instead she sighed, and simply shook her head. "I-I guess I hate trolls... you know, the ones that like to pick on others just to see there reactions?"
The girl in front of her nodded enthusiastically, writing down what she had said on her notepad. She raised her head and said some more things, probably thanks, or probing for more answers, but Miriana had simply tuned her out and had rested her head on one of her hands, looking out towards the window. She felt a bit guilty for just ignoring her, but she didn't have it in her to continue the conversation. Her thoughts drifted back to her real answer, the one she hadn't said, and she looked away from the window guiltily. This time for real.
'Maybe one day...'
A noise caught her attention, and she glanced back at the window, her head rising from her arm. A familiar boy had caught her eye. His black hair and light green eyes being a common sight, but his vibrantly coloured clothing and bright smile made him stood out. She smiled as she saw her brother, and got up from her seat. She grabbed her back and dashed out the door, mildly surprising a few other students.
'But if there's one person I know, who I truly can never hate, and who truly doesn't hate anyone, it would have to be him. And one day, I hope I can show him just what he's taught me, and how much stronger of a person he's made me become thanks to him just being a kind person.'
Ready to face the future, and grow stronger, she pushed against the front doors of her school and was on her way.