002. Dim
"I haven't time for your meddling," says Cyrus, squinting. "I have a world to create."
Her eyes are glass. Her mouth is open. She is as wide as the moon.
The muscles in his mouth stiffen.
Her Garchomp looks dead. The world is dead.
The silence is broken now and someone's laughing. His face hurts. "Now, Cynthia, you will see my true power."
He turns but it's no use. He can feel her eyes on him. The sun is pale. Her gaze on his neck is hot.
He squints again. The world is white noise. Bright and big and blind.
A/N: Eh...I never could get all that wild about Gen IV. Nothing was wrong with it and it had some of the most amazing Pokémon with a lovely plot...but I'm pretty sure I beat it in less than a week and then just...didn't pick it up again.
I do love Cynthia, though. Not sure if I'm the world's biggest CyrusxCynthia shipper, but I guess it would be more of a lust-filled admiration from Cynthia's view and indifference from Cyrus's. This was inspired by the manga Pokémon Adventures in which Cyrus runs off with Cynthia too weak to follow him after a battle.
Happy V-Day!