Mirror's Shards
Chapter 1
Prompt 1
Yin and Yang
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Author's Note:
Well! I was gone for a long time, but I'm back in business! my first Pokemon Fanfic comes from a combination of playing SoulSilver and a crackship I recently started fangirling over. I'll be writing this as being a different (and short!) story to every chapter but in an order following the progression of the relationship between the characters. The title comes from what I think of my ideas, they're scattered about just like the broken shards of a mirror. Poetic, ne? This chapter was inspired by... well it's kind of self explanatory, isn't it? Anywho, I don't own Pokemon or it's characters. All I own is my miserable little plotlines et cetera, et cetera... Enjoy!
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Yin
Ghosts of memories slip away like a feather in the breeze...
All his life he grew up hearing about a man. A man who's reputation would haunt him wherever he went. A man whom he had never met, nor did he think he would ever get to meet... That man was his father.
All he could do was replay false memories, moments he had never lived with his one surviving family member. He lies to himself, day in and day out, wanting... yearning for those thoughts to be real. As if all his lies liquefy, wetness stains a trail down his pale cheek. Stealing moments away from his gym duties with a sole Pidgey his father had left for him was his secret bliss, but a heartbreaking burden even his most thickheaded trainees could see through.
Surrendering to the nightly numbness of sleep was always difficult, if not impossible. His suffering closes in on him like wings of darkness in the dying daylight, and a terrible sense of hopelessness sets in. Would he ever know family? As long as he could remember it had just been this cold, lonely place and the responsibility of becoming something great, then fulfilling the duties of a gym leader pressing down upon him.
What did he have to look forward to in the coming day? Just more ignorant trainers to be responsible for, or more challenges from rising stars, people going somewhere. People who know a family's love and can reach for the stars without being burdened by overwhelming responsibilities. A bitter shudder wracks his body. He often felt like he couldn't live with himself, that he wanted to be somebody else, anybody but himself...
Too soon, the sun slipped over the horizon. A dark chill set in, and he knew it was time to try and forget again, at least for a little while. Eyes damp with salt tears finally close for another night and a haze like a barely-there coating of down falls over his mind in a few hours of blissful numbness.
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Yang
Disappointment followed him like a haunting...
He had failed. Failed to bring back the vaguely remembered memories of elderly people and the dreams of young children. He had failed to bring the rainbow back to the skies of his home. Silent disappointment hung in the eyes of every person when he had come back from the sacred tower, shamed and empty handed.
He was a failure, a letdown. The city had given up on him, now asking... would Ho-Oh ever return? Not for him, only for a person with a pure heart, someone worthy. Someone who was not him. Children had cried on the day he failed them, he recalled. He hadn't brought the legend back, so who would? Why couldn't he? Wasn't he good enough? No, he never would be.
Where had he gone wrong? Autumn leaves silently ghosted past in a breeze that was almost non-existent. The shifting shadows reached out to him, touched his mind. But they couldn't help him, not now. Having the ability to reach into people's minds, he could still sense the disappointment of every one of the city folk. Redeeming himself didn't seem possible, as he had even had a delicate relationship with the city before. They were biased against him because he lived among ghosts, and had senses very few others did. He had been a freak, and now he was a failure.
It was time to leave the tower now, for the last time. Time to leave behind the mirage he'd always held close, of himself bringing back the legend and being accepted. Heavily he walked home, doomed to be forever followed by the ghosts of his failures.
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Yin and Yang, two polar opposites drawn together by their pain, and bound by an uncertain destiny. Fragile yet inseperable, turbulent yet stable. And thus begins the union of light and dark.
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End Note
Yes, I purposely didn't mention their names. I think it gives it more of an angsty feel... and gives you guys a chance to guess as to who the characters will be! I know it could have been longer, but keep in mind that this is like a series of one-shots. Well then... review if you wish and it would be much appreciated if you could give me a prompt? Thanks for reading!
EDIT!
I got sick of waiting for the guesses to roll in... so enjoy my honorshipping fic!