Alright, this is a collection of short drabbles that, although they don't belong here, I want to place here as a "sorry" gift for keeping you guys waiting so long! I might just turn this into the "Poetry and Drabble Collection", haha.
Oh, and I found out what "drabble" really means: a short story consisting of 100 words (either exactly or maximum, I'm not sure which).
Title: Anarchy
Pairing: Rotom/Shaymin
Word Count: 100
Characters Without Spaces: 477
Lines: 16
"You know what, Rotom?"
The Plasma Pokemon tilted his head with a short crackling sound. "What, Shaymin?"
"We should totally overthrow Arceus' rule!" A puzzled look crossed his face at that, and the hedgehog sighed and explained, "You know, so we could be in charge?"
"Man, that would be awesome!" He bounced up and down excitedly, before a sudden thought made him stop and look at her with a frown. "So…which of us would rule?"
She thought about that for a while before smiling and saying, "Well, we'll do it together!"
"Really?"
She nuzzled his face with a giggle. "Really!"
Drabble Title: Believe
Pairing: Mew/Mewtwo
Word Count: 100
Characters Without Spaces: 432
Lines: 17
He was always by himself, but now she had come to keep him company.
"Why are you so sad looking all the time, Mewtwo?" The pink feline found a perch on his shoulder like a Swablu, unafraid of him and his glares.
"Because I have no reason to be happy," he simply replied, unmoving and indifferent as he stared out at the world.
She tilted her head. "Why not?"
"I don't have anything to believe in."
"Do you believe in me?"
"You are, therefore I believe in you."
She smiled at him. "That's good, because I definitely believe in you!"
Drabble Title: Carry
Pairing: Shaymin/Suicune
Word Count: 100
Characters Without Spaces: 451
Lines: 12
She loved the wind.
Whenever she had the chance, the Dog would stop and raise her snout up, catching sounds and smells and sometimes even guests like Drifloon or Shaymin in his Sky Forme.
And other times, it was just a feeling, a calming sensation Entei can't experience in his volcano and Raikou rushed by. She was the only one who took the time to "stop and smell the roses". She listened for his twinkling laughter, and he followed the sweet tinkling of bells to her.
Whenever she raised her snout, she'd always make sure to smell for his flowers.
Drabble Title: Dangerous
Pairing: Darkrai/Cresselia
Word Count: 100
Characters Without Spaces: 454
Lines: 11
She had heard from the others that he was a vicious Pokemon, but she had wanted to see him herself.
Hovering above the ground so she didn't alert him, she searched the bare, twisted island for his terrible form. They had spoken of him while spitting or praying that he wouldn't bother them. Was he really so terrible?
She stopped when she saw him, her eyes wide. His form was shaky, not completely defined, and he was hunched over as he experienced nightmares in his sleep.
Pity welled in her eyes. So, this is the supposedly dangerous and evil Darkrai?
Drabble Title: Extra-ordinary
Pairing: Deoxys/Jirachi
Word Count: 100
Characters Without Spaces: 486
Lines: 24
"You're an alien, Deoxys?"
The orange extraterrestrial nodded with a grim look in her eyes. "Yes, I'm not of this planet."
"So, you're from outer space?"
"Yes."
"Does that mean there's only one of you?"
"No, there's more of me out there, somewhere."
"Oh…. Well," he smiled at her with a childish charm, "I'm from space, too!"
She nodded. "So you are."
"Since you came from a comet, and I come from a comet, that makes us special, right?"
"Well, we're not special if we're both special."
"So…we're extra-ordinary!"
She chuckled even though she had no mouth. "Yes, we're extra-ordinary."
Drabble Title: Favorite
Pairing: Arceus/Lugia
Word Count: 100
Characters Without Spaces: 418
Lines: 10
Of all of his creations, she was the most special.
Nobody else had a sleek feathered form or was as white and glowing as him. No one else controlled the mighty storms and helped protect the world like she did. She was his favorite, he told her, although she didn't see why.
"Ho-oh may symbolize a rainbow," he told her, "but you're a pure white. You may not be as fast as the Eons, but you are more graceful than they. That is why you are special."
Some of the others were jealous, but she always had him for comfort.
Drabble Title: Gone
Pairing: Latias/Latios
Word Count: 100
Characters Without Spaces: 422
Lines: 13
She waited in the garden for him to arrive. She had to stay because she had clipped her wing on a sharp turn through the buildings. Injured and lonely, she longed for him to return.
Does he have to be gone this long for a quick survey of the town?
She was afraid for him. He told her not to be ridiculous, but she couldn't help it. Sometimes, when he was gone like this, she'd worry and fret like a Sentret.
"Please come home."
If something happened to him out there, she'd never forgive herself for letting him go alone.