Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Pokemon. I never will, either.
A/N: This is my first story, please note. I'm hopeless with computers, so it'll take me a while to adjust to this site.
This was written whilst listening to 'Love is war' by the japanese vocaloids. Luka's scream rocks!
Natsuya's POV
Slowly. Painfully. Pathetically.
That's how I'm dying. Rotting. Wasting.
Held hostage with no ransom. I doubt I'll have a hero.
I'm going crazy, mental.
Correction. I've gone crazy.
They'll approach me with confidence. They'll turn their swagger on.
They'll leave me broken. Hurt. Enraged.
Feeling my pain...
They'll feel what I feel.
Tortured.
Torture...
They'll feel what I feel.
Pain.
Pain? Not of the physical kind.
Emotional. Psychological.
Why? Her. Minami.
I miss her hazel eyes that never seem to fail me.
That fill me with strength.
Her silky hair that always ends up curling.
That always ends up wild.
That always ends up the way I like it.
Whatever...
She's gone. Long gone. Dead.
There's no other way to put it.
She no longer walks this Earth.
Or so I think.
Am I wrong?
I hear her name.
"Some pesky brat of a ranger has Blue Eye held hostage! She wants her boyfriend back, the lover boy we hold hostage."
"Ah, I see... did you catch her name?"
"Yes, Red Eye. Her name is Minami."
I can no longer think straight.
When I see her, I'll let her know.
I'll let her know...
...What pain she has given me.
Maybe.
Maybe...
Or maybe, I just confess to her...
