hi there. this is more of a drabble than anything, and it is AkatsukiShipping, i guess.
i don't own Pokemon.
scorn
(she's much younger than him, but older than him all the same.)
Cyrus hates her, and he can't seem to find out why. Maybe it's because she's naive, and she doesn't know the power that she holds between her thumb and her pointer finger. She could crush the world under her boot, and yet she doesn't even seem to notice.
Maybe it's that she's blessed with loving friends and family, with countless, brainless adoring fans. People she couldn't dare to use because she's herself.
She's barely a young woman, barely a speck on the map, and yet, she has more power than he could ever try to gain. She's so oblivious and young that all of it passes her.
If she could see his point of view, she'd certainly join him and then he could have her and that glorious power. But she would never see, because she blindly followed ambition and what the people said was right. It was like she didn't have a mind of her own.
So, there they were in Team Galactic's headquarters - something he had to scrap and pilfer for, things she would never be proud of - and holding red and white balls.
She looks down, blue eyes reflecting off of the polished floors.
She doesn't want to fight. Cyrus knows that look. Perhaps she does have a brain.
"You can still stop this, Cyrus. You have a life ahead of you," she states, broken, dejected and airy.
His temper is suddenly flaring and he can't seem to find why.
"We all would if we built a new world!" he shouts, words hollow and raspy.
But she shakes her head. "There's another way to heal the world. We don't have to destroy it."
He grips the ball in his hand tighter, ready to hack it into tiny shards. "What... do you mean?"
Suddenly, she smiles. "Don't you remember, Cyrus?"
His name rolls off her tongue, like she was laughing. Like she was scorning him.
"Laughter is the best medicine."
Then she laughs, as if to prove her point. Cyrus's lips quiver, wanting to laugh or smile at her, but instead his hand throws the ball with a sardonic chuckle leaving his lips. His body and brain are rejecting his heart.
He doesn't want to admit it, but she's right. And as if that wasn't enough, her laughter is contagious.
