Sorry for the delay. The reason? Laziness, really. People seemed to want Cyrus-centric stuff, so I wrote the one-shot I had in mind, and decided I didn't like it and was too lazy to rewrite it. But I did. Just for you guys. Thanks for everyone for reviewing.

Contains: Another OC who is currently unnamed recounting her times with Cyrus before something changed and he disappeared. An inner thought monologue of sort, as though she is telling a story until it reverts back to normal times.

Disclaimer: One day, I shall become the new leader of Team Galactic! But not really, seeing that I don't own Pokemon or anything.

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Past

Cyrus was a relatively normal child, really.

Antisocial yes, but for the most part normal.

The only thing I ever found off about him was his love of machines. During school, he was often tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on. When I finally started talking to him, and he brought me to his house on a cliff of Sunyshore City, our hometown, I was in awe to see all the machines he had constructed. I don't even know to this day what half of them did; but still, a boy so young building things to magnificent, you couldn't help but be amazed.

And to this day, I still wonder what had happened to him. Where is he today? And why did everything seem change that fateful summer day? I have my ideas though.

Cyrus, as a child, was often ridiculed for tales of seeing, and even befriending, some sort of mythical fairy Pokemon. And here I believed children were usually imaginative and open about things like that…

Although I suppose it was because of the pixie Pokemon that Cyrus and I began to talk, and eventually become friends. I, too, had an interest in whatever Pokemon he had seen and decided to strike up a conversation with him about it. And slowly, we formed a bond. This didn't come without consequences though, as I was also mocked from being friends with "the weird kid" but I didn't mind.

I still find myself missing those days, where it was just him and me, even years later.

Looking back upon it now, I realize there is only one true memory of him that still remains clear and vivid in my mind, as though it only occurred yesterday. And that would be the day he went missing.

Cyrus ran off on night, claiming that he was tired of all the jokes and the ridicule. That he was going to prove the other kids wrong. And that he was going to find the pixie Pokemon and bring it back to Sunyshore.

I tried to stop him, but his mind was made and he fled into the darkness. We desperately searched for days, but Cyrus never returned to Sunyshore City. And the day he finally did, out of the blue, nothing was ever the same.

He was different.

Those icy blue eyes that were once so full of life were sunken and dull. His face wore a stern frown and the demeanor he radiated was as cold as steel. It seemed as though this was constant. He never showed any hints of emotion, like it had all been drained away, his heart too shriveled to feel.

He had even stopped talking to me, his one true friend.

Cyrus basically cut himself off from the entire world and chose to remain in solitude. Thinking about it now, a child should never behave in such manner. A child should never be so… alone. There are too many things only children can experience and he had missed out…

That last day I ever saw Cyrus was the day he turned ten, decided to leave on an adventure, every child's dream. Of course, he didn't seem too enthusiastic like most kids. I, on the other hand, chose to stay here in Sunyshore, where I currently reside in a small cottage by the sea.

It was where I was sitting now, watching the tide ebb and flow, thinking about the distant past. The past that I hadn't realized would soon catch up to me.

Although it appeared it was about to storm, a lone figure walked on the beach, the harsh wind and spray from the ocean not seeming to faze them. From the looks of them, the figure was male, with a broad chest and shoulders. Slowly, he approached the line where the concrete of the city met the sand of the beach, a streetlight bathing him gently.

My eyes widened it shock. That spiky slate blue hair, the same gaunt expression… My heart seemed to skip a beat or two as he glanced up at the cliff where my house was precariously perched.

It was him.

It was Cyrus.

And he had finally returned.

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This will actually be continued, eventually. Don't ask who's POV it was told from, as I already mentioned I have yet to name her. Or give her depth, really. That will come later, I suppose. –shrugs-

Anyway, I'm nearing 50 reviews! To celebrate, whoever happens to be my 50th reviewer will get something special! As in, if you have anything Team Galactic related that you would like to see (a certain pairing, situation, or character) I'll do my best to write it!

With that said, please leave a review!