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Chapter Thirty Eight

Episode Twenty Nine

Choice of Fate, Jigglypuff's POV

It was very difficult to go to sleep when both Meta Knight and I went to bed an hour later. Not because of any nightmares I have experienced, but due to excitement. I could still feel my heart beat faster than it ever did in my life. The relief of seeing his face and not the demon I had anticipated was an immense weight off my shoulders. When I did manage to go to sleep, it was peaceful for the first time in a few weeks. No more demons haunting my dreams.

I knew I should have told Meta Knight where I had gone for the day but I didn't want to remember, not even to myself. Even with the relief my nightmares would no longer continue to haunt me, the fact I could never say a word to anyone would always be on my conscious.

By the time morning came, I knew what to expect. I lost count of the times I had to repeat the story that I had to temporary return to my home planet for an emergency. I lied that I had a sister who had been gravely ill and the whole family needed to be there. No one besides Meta Knight knew I lived an abused life. They would never know of my dishonesty. Afterwards, I carried on like normal. Yet I needed to talk to someone about my worries.

Immediately, as if on instinct, my feet lead me to the garden. As I approached the garden, I could hear a wondrous and melodious voice softly singing. My heart raced, wondering who could possibly be singing so beautifully, with natural talent. Curiosity getting the best of me, I headed closer to see who it was.

My jaw dropped when I glanced over by the small lake residing beside the group of red roses. Could...the one singing so perfectly be...Meta Knight? He had told me he was terrible when I asked him how well he could sing.

"Meta Knight?" I asked. "I was wondering...have you ever...tried to sing before?" I didn't know what answer to expect. He might have since his voice is so enchanting.

"No, not anymore."

"W-What? You stopped, why?"

"In the past, I had attempted to sing. I realize now it was foolish of me to act in such a way. I tried, but...my voice was horrible. I was told so. I never sang again."

He tried in the past. What could have happened to him to turn him against singing?

Suddenly, he stopped and the area became eerily silent. He turned around to face me, eyes bright purple. He knew I had heard him sing. "I am sorry Purin. I should not have-"

"Don't say that," I said, tone dead serious. "That was the best singing I ever heard in my whole life."

He smiled, his hands reaching for his mask, removing it from his face. Meta Knight was so much cuter when he smiled. When he's happy, sometimes I can see small stars in his radiant, white eyes. "Thank you. I know I should not be singing, but I could not help it."

"Meta Knight, I was wondering...Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"I do not mind."

"When you had heard me singing a couple of months ago, around last May, I had told you about my curse as a Jigglypuff. You told me you couldn't sing well and never wanted to attempt doing it again. What did happen to you in the past for you to feel that way?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Meta Knight biting his lip in discomfort. I was about to say something when he spoke up. "Purin, I should have told you back then why I refused to sing at all. When I did try in the past, it was when I was but a mere demon that did not yet rebel against its creator. I was sure I was alone, that no one could hear me. It was when I began to sing when everything became disastrous. At first, I felt light inside, like a dream was coming true. My creator heard me, who had been passing by. He was not pleased at all to hear his supposedly 'most prized demon beast' singing instead of killing the innocent."

"What happened afterwards?" I asked, feeling sorry for Meta Knight.

He paused for a moment. "When he heard me, the only thing I remember immediately after that was the scent of blood and my body in extreme pain. He told me, 'Demons don't' sing. They kill.' Everyone there had found out about what happened and thought it was funny. My creator made sure I understood how bad my singing was. I believed him. As far as I knew, he spoke the truth."

"Oh, Meta Knight, I'm so sorry!" I hugged him so tight, it was a squeeze. He didn't seem to mind, rather he decided to enjoy it. He wasn't as sensitive of being touched like he was at the beginning of the tournament. I still couldn't get over how soft his skin was. When I hugged him, more often, I wrapped my arms underneath the cape to feel the smooth texture.

When I told him how soft his skin was and how I never felt anything smoother than that, he blushed. When his mask is off, I noticed how easy it is for him to blush, though it makes him look cuter. Most of the time he looks away so I don't see his cherry red cheeks.

Though quietly, I heard him sing again and my heart was once again beating twice as fast. I leaned on him, against his cheek. As he continued to sing, I wondered how long he had lived. A demon could live for thousands and Pokemon...another complication. I would die before he would. My maximum life span would only be a fraction of his own.

I didn't want to think about death at the moment so I rested in his inviting arms and let myself be absorbed by his enchanting vocals. The moment was too serene for me to interrupt it with my worries. I'd tell him eventually. Even with my life span severely lower than his, death was still a long time away for me.

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July passed so quickly, even more so with the fact my nightmares are no more and me and Meta Knight are dating quite frequently. With each date, he speaks more, though hardly about himself. He tells me how interesting I am and asks me questions about myself and never my past. I showed the same respect of privacy for him. He takes his mask off during our dates and in every one, his face always glows red. It's adorable.

Brawling records were sent out again at the first of August. So much changed about me in the past four weeks. I took the time to look through my record carefully and to my surprise, I won a few brawls. No need to ask Meta Knight what he got; the same one hundred percent.

We were serious about each other even with a month more of dating. Someday...would our relationship be more than dating? For a moment, I pictured the both of us dressed in formal wedding outfits. Disturbed, I shuddered. When Meta Knight questioned it, I passed it off an excuse that the light was too bright.

It was the second of August; a peaceful and calm night. As I approached the bedroom door, I could feel a familiar chill tingle down my back. Yet it felt so reassuring. The comfort I desired, my focus solely concentrating on fulfilling my need to feel safe and protected from the outside world. The door creaked open and cautiously, I closed it behind myself. With slow, uncertain footsteps, I walked towards the balcony, mindlessly pushing the curtains aside.

I sighed contentedly, my gaze meeting the shiny, shimmering stars. Absentmindedly, I whispered softly, "Meta Knight," wanting his company so badly. My conscious without a doubt had been consumed by love. I truly wanted to be with him my whole life.

My eyes closed, feeling so hopeless. He lived for more years than I could imagine possible but my life span could only last for so long. I'd die before he would. Pokemon never lived for significantly large periods of time. I turned around, ready to turn in and get some sleep but a figure stood an inch away from my body. I gasped instinctively.

"I am sorry I frightened you," Meta Knight whispered, his hand briefly stroking my cheek.

"Frightened is an understatement! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" My voice shook despite my attempts to remain calm.

"I apologize my dear Purin," he said softly. "You were not paying attention. I forgot."

"You really should stop appearing out of nowhere like that. Ever heard of a door?" I replied, irritably, but deep down I felt so happy to see him. He chuckled quietly.

"Yes, I have. I find them too inconvenient for my liking though." His arm wrapped around my body, pulling me in a gentle embrace. "You confuse me. I would have thought you'd be afraid of me hurting you but no...You'd be scared of me appearing out of nowhere."

"I don't care if you were created as a demon. I still love you the same as I did before." My voice remained firm and serious. "I don't fear you."

"You are much braver than I thought you to be. You mean it too." His eyes flashed green. "I don't even make you the slightest bit anxious?"

"Only if you disappeared for a long time. I'd be worried for your well being." I hid my face against his mask. "Like I said before, I don't fear you."

He held me closer to him, his cape soft against my shoulder. Meta Knight stayed quiet for a moment before releasing me to remove his mask. My heart beat stuttered unevenly, his adorable face painfully cute. My breathing came in staggered gasps. He softly laughed, his shoulders shaking slightly.

I opened my mouth trying to frame a sentence without stuttering when his own connected with mine, lips on lips. My vision blurred, the world spinning around me. Slowly my eyes closed, allowing his lips to romantically touch mine, the warm texture appealing to my senses. Knowingly, the kiss intensified as did my scarlet blush. His hands touched my cheeks lightly yet with hesitance. My body felt weakened, my mouth still enthusiastically on his. My feet gave out, resulting in me lying on the floor, still dazed unable to think straight. He landed beside me, mouth seeking my own again.

"Y-You win," I managed to say. He smiled, kissing me again, arms protectively hugging me close to him. My breath, literally, was taken away from shock. His lips separated. Apparently, he was out of breath too.

Meta Knight stood, armour of place, his cape hanging loosely over a shoulder. I finally noticed his cheeks were flushed too, blushing crimson. He lifted me up, carrying me to bed with him. "I am sorry for overdoing it."

"You didn't. That was..." I blushed, trailing off. "...romantic. You're a really good kisser. I underestimated you."

Meta Knight smiled, his turn to blush. I was captivated in his starry, glowing eyes. They are really beautiful, but if I admitted that aloud, I knew I'd embarrass him. He has a completely different personality when the two of us are alone. We were meant for each other, highly compatible. I wanted to spend my whole life with him, however many years that will be...but I want to be at his side forever. His life span as I mentioned before was significantly higher than mine. He called it a curse, but I desire it. If he is "cursed" to a long life span, so would I.

"Is something wrong Purin?" He asked me when I exhaled a deep sigh on accident.

"It's not important," I denied, turning away. Meta Knight's hands held me in place, gently stroking my cheeks.

"It is important to me whether you believe it to be for not." His lips touched along my jaw, my heartbeat stuttering again. He always got his way when he romantically touched me and he knew it. Meta Knight quickly kissed me hard on the mouth. "You can tell me anything." His eyes dazzled me again as he spoke.

"It's..." I began, fidgeting with my hands. "It's about us. You could live on for thousands more years, but I will die much sooner. Pokemon don't have long life spans, at best we survive no more than seventy years. We die sooner."

"That is true." Meta Knight stared into my worried eyes, studying my expression. "I sometimes forget you will not live as long as I will. Whenever I think about it...the very thought depresses me more than anything else."

"I don't want you to be sad about that. We should enjoy the time we have together and make the most of it."

"Again, true."

"There is a way, I am certain of it." I looked him in the eye. "When you were in the war, was it possible for anyone to be turned into demons? A demon can transform an innocent person, right?"

"...Purin...?"

"Yes or no?"

"Most likely."

"I've thought about that for a while. I made up my mind. I do not want to die much sooner than you. It would break my heart for you to be left alone." My expression became serious, no doubt in my tone. "I wish to become a demon too."

Meta Knight stared at me, breath knocked out of him. His mouth hung open in astonishment, eyes clouded with worry. The silence unnerved me. I immediately thought I did something wrong. "Purin," he began. "Why would you say that?"

"I want to be with you forever," I admitted. "If I am going to die much sooner than you are, I need to be a demon. Therefore, I'd live much longer."

"Never say that. You don't want to be a monster," he spoke, sighing sadly. "A life with me is not healthy for you. It's wrong...and unnatural."

"It is possible for me to become a demon, isn't it?"

Meta Knight nodded. "Regrettably, it is possible. I could transform you, being a monster myself, but I might lose control over my will. I don't want to take that risk. There is a high chance you could be killed in the process."

"This is what I want, my life long dream."

"You'd be willing to abandon your life on your home planet to be with me forever?"

"What life do I have there to miss? Abuse, torture, pain?" He winced at my response. "Life with you, I would cherish forever. I love you Meta Knight."

"You truly want to be a monster." He hugged me. "I love you too Purin, with all my heart. I suppose I could say yes to your question. If you truly believe I have to strength to persevere, then I shall too believe that."

"You're agreeing to this?" I was shocked.

"If this is what you want...but if you truly mean what you said about being with me forever..." He held me close, the most unexpected question escaping his lips. "Would you object to marrying me?"

"W-What?" I was too surprised to frame my words properly. The image of the both of us in wedding clothes flashed into my mind again. I could not picture us in any kind of wedding. It didn't seem real or possible. Not to mention the engagement process. My stomach flipped by the mere thought. By then, everyone would know of our romantic relationship. We'd be the center of attention. A married couple.

"Is it a little too hard to imagine me as a future husband?" His eyes shone pink. I nodded, vocals feeling too weak to speak.

"A-A little," I managed. He chuckled. "As for marrying you, I accept." I blushed again, heat concentrating on my cheeks. I agreed to be a wife. A bride. The thought of him being my husband for life made me smile. He removed his gloves, softly his hands tracing along my face.

"That warmth," he whispered, his cheek resting against my shoulder. A moment later, he secured my cheeks gently in his soft hands. "Purin, becoming a demon will require strength. It doesn't happen without pain."

"P-Pain?"

"Yes, that is correct. I will warn you now. There will be blood." He closed his eyes, sighing. "It requires both strength and endurance."

"Blood?" My voice weakened. The thought revolted my stomach.

"Not yours Purin," he explained further. "Mine. Being a monster requires the blood of a demon such as myself. My blood would need to be given by a wound but I can manage. By transferring the blood using my mouth, it can be done...I'm so afraid I'll lose control and kill you in the process."

I tenderly embraced him. "I'll do it Meta Knight."

"Not yet though; when there's a holiday. The Master Hand would be concerned if you suddenly couldn't participate in your matches. He doesn't need to know of this. If I remember correctly, he scheduled a two week holiday at the start of September. Perhaps then you will be ready?"

"Yes. I trust you," I whispered softly. "...and always will...forever. As long I live. I love you Meta Knight."

His eyes shone with emotions for a second; I could have sworn his eyes watered and then he pressed his lips to mine. My face felt like it was on fire from blushing. I was really committing to a life as a demon. Bravery I thought was nonexistent finally allowed itself to surface. The feeling was wonderful, beyond anything I've experienced.

I wouldn't change my mind.

I knew what was best for me.

And I wouldn't hold back. In the end, everything would work out. I drifted to sleep in my future husband's warm and secure arms after giving him one last kiss.