A/N:The irony in Boulder was very much intended. Glad some of you caught that ;D Anyway, here's an Oak x Agatha prompt. Because their pairing is made of win.
World – Manga
Characters – Oak/Agatha (Expertshipping)
Genres – Angst, Romance
Note(s) - nil
Relic : Oak and Agatha
You just had to be stupid.
You just had to throw away all your potential.
Tch. Though it's not like I ever cared about what you did with your wasted life. But you could have been a great trainer. Possibly even a Champion of the Pokémon League; but no, you just had to put the Pokéballs aside one day when we were all seated together – it was the same routine as always, we'd gather together once in a while to catch up with each other, to secure our friendship. Not that I ever liked that bothersome tradition. I only went because I had nothing else to do. Don't misunderstand.
Anyway, as I was saying, we were huddled together in our usual clique, everyone chattering incessantly. Everyone but me, of course – I don't chatter. I converse.
"I don't feel like battling anymore." You interjected the dialogues with a perfunctory tone. The mellow, indifference in your voice sent my blood boiling with anger. How you ever managed to say something so impactful in the most nonchalant of ways, I'll never know. After all the shouts and outrage and jabbing questions from everyone – excluding me – died away, you cleared your throat and explained : You wanted to get involved in research, test out innovative experiments, and study Pokémon instead of train them. "Tch." Was all that ever came from me that afternoon, because you didn't deserve my support or my sympathy. You were going to screw up your own life, and it wasn't anyone's fault but yours.
But I'll admit that you were a worthy rival.
Were.
We began to trickle out of your everyday life because you became consumed in useless paperwork and meaningless equations; those impossible predictions and nonsensical discoveries. Pretty soon, we broke apart because you weren't there to hold us together. Don't you get it? You were the glue that kept us intact. Not that it matters to me; I never really mixed well with that bunch of lively idiots. The point is that you were engulfed in your own dreams and goals. You threw away your career as a Star Trainer.
Didn't you realise what was in front of you, waiting?
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You just had to be stupid.
You just had to marry that undeserving woman.
I did not attend the wedding. And for your information, I threw away that sickening invitation card. Didn't you get it? No one could have ever belonged by your side. You outshined practically everyone in a room with that body, those eyes and worst of all, that magnetic and gregarious personality – that I have always, always found incredibly repulsive and annoying, thank you very much. Your smile used to beam with confidence. As intelligent as you were; as popular as you were; no one could have truly fit perfectly with you. You were too gifted, too elite, and far too superior, no one could have matched up to you.
But you went with the plan anyway, blinded by affection. Tch, to think that your grandson actually defeated me. Twice, in fact. He fights like you. His physical attacks managed to slice through my beautiful ghosts. I must be getting too old for Pokémon battling, but at least I never gave up, at least I persevered; unlike you. Together, we could have sculpted your grandson, we could have made him into a real Champion; he wouldn't have lost to Red at the Indigo Plateau.
Wait, no. What am I spouting? I sound like a delusion old hag. I'd never want to share a grandchild with you. That was a crazy and insane thought. I don't want anything to do with you now, got that clear? You know – it was you, you were the delusion one. It was never me. Why did you pick her? Why did you marry her?
Didn't you realise that the only thing that could balance out with your shining talent, was someone who resided in the shadows of the darkness, waiting?
Kurt grows old by his smelly apricots and noisy grandchildren. The lovebirds set up a successful day care that is flooded with crying infants and annoying brat trainers. Pyrce departs to become a crazed old coot that obsesses himself with Time. Haha, what a notion. If time travelling ever works, hitch me a ride, please. I wouldn't mind revisiting the past, when we wrote "Riding on the Stars" together. The lyrics were mushy, but meaningful, I guess; it wasn't something I'd ever expect from Kurt and that goof. The song the two of us composed together was relaxing, but a waste of time. I remember sitting at the keyboard, with you at my side, strumming your guitar.
Those memories are worthless; they only remind me of how I exhausted my youth, waiting for something that would never – will never – come. But sometimes, at this creaky old age, you just can't help but sink into your own thoughts and reflect on how much you've aged and how your life has played out. And you can't help it if a stray tear rolls down your cheek, because you're old, you're delusion and you're just hopeless – until the very end.
Didn't you realise that I have never stopped, waiting?
You just had to be stupid.
You just had to make me fall in love with you.
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Agatha crushes up the paper with one shivering hand and tosses it carelessly towards the waste basket situated at a dark corner of the room. The wad of white misses its target and lands in a small pile of other discarded letters.
"Tch."