2. Epoched Periphery
"You're going to help me with this predicament of mine or else everybody that you hold dear will die."
Crystal blue eyes glowered at the figure; his heated gaze reflected with contempt back at the female Gijinka crouched right next to a tomb stone. He wanted to laugh at the pathetic scene of wistful remembrance of better times for her.
Her heterochromia eyes flickered in the dying colors of the sun. They were hollow and without much care; indifferent of the mystical being floating a few meters away from her. "And if I refuse?" She still had some sort of fire burning within her. He chuckled lowly sparking a perplexed look in her bi-colored features.
He hated every, single thing about this one. It was because of her, actually living, that his own tranquil life with a significant other will never come to pass. Well, not in this timeline anyways.
He watched as the Lucario Gijinka crossed her arms, standing a little taller despite her being only an average height of 5'4". Tch. What a runt...He wasn't one to talk.
"Who are you?" She began in a monotonous tone of voice. "What do you want?"
The male laughed heartily. Mirth dancing in his baby-blue eyes. The black rings around them crinkled up in delight.
"You heard me the first time of what I came here for." He bent his frame a little as he planted his feet on the ground. In an instant, flower blossomed in a circle around his feet. "I hate to repeat myself again. I mean, I've done so for the last 100 timelines or so. It's getting pretty old and fast." He withheld anymore rage as it threatened to bubble over and overtake his cheery, peppy mood.
Yes, the time traveler had been through this loop many times over and others. It was the same old story of her moping about, losing someone closest to her -often times her lover- and then meeting him, Celebi, yet again. She would stand her ground demanding answers to her questions without so much as a sniff for his own purpose here. How rude.
A halo of light appeared around his form, giving him the depiction of an angel descending from the heavens above. Oh, but Celebi was anything but holy and pure.
"Hm? What sort of mess you brought yourself into?" The Lucario asked coolly. She didn't feel threatened by him at all. She should be. He had enough power within him to force the dual type into submission, bring her in and out of her existing timeline without batting an eye. He would get in trouble for it sure, but that didn't stop him from going along with his desires.
Celebi crossed his arms over his chest as he took steps closer to her. Each step bloomed a new ring of flower, more beautiful than the last. "Not what mess that I brought to myself, but what sort of mess that you brought to me, Miriam." He grinned when she saw the display of confusion crease over her once neutral features.
"...How?"
He rose up a delicate hand, stopping her right then and there. "I know many things about you, Miriam Young, daughter of the brilliant yet mad scientist Mr. Faun Young. One of two children from Rachel Thistlethorn who also had a son whom I will not name. I'm sure this is enough information as it is, yes?" The time traveler watched her many times before, in different yet similar situations as she registered about her private life, especially the name of her mother. It had always been a touchy subject that he later found out.
The steel-fighting type once again steeled herself over, not wanting to give anymore gratification to the mystical Gijinka. She still didn't trust a single fiber in this male's being as he sauntered closer to her."Alright, so you know something about me." Her tongue swiped over her chapped lips as the wind started to pick up over the cliffside. "What makes you think I'll change my thoughts on you? You can't expect for a strange like yourself to think I willingly help you in whatever fiasco you have for me to do."
Celebi hummed, tapping his chin thoughtfully as his translucent wings carried him the rest of the way; closing of the meter of distance between the two Gijinkas. His small hands grabbed her wrists as she stiffened before yanking her arms back.
Such futile efforts against a mystical being. His laughter sounded of bells ringing in the gentle breeze. The melody carried all the heartache and trepidation of what he had gone through, many times to get here again.
"Oh, believe me when I say that I've been through this rerun hundreds if not thousands of times. Your petty acts of bravery fall on deaf ears every time. It's best you keep that pretty mouth shut before I rip it off with my bare hands." His voice came out low, twisted with silent meaning in its own right. Sky-colored eyes sparkled with amusement as the glorious horizon colors of orange, red-violet and pink melted away along with everything else.
Muffled sounds from his now time-traveling partner reached his perked ears as they both fell down the spiraling stars of soft and hard tendrils of light. This time around there would be lesser mistakes. He'd make the Lucario comply to his demands, right after sending her yet again into a horrific state of shock and panic. This day only marked down either as a failure or succession but only time would tell.
A/N: Part one of a very long journey down the timelines. This shall be a continuous occurrence but in different perspectives. First perspective is a given, second one will be too. Cele/Cel is played by Lettuce Fucktruck. Miriam is my lovely charrie. Also, the rating may change to M for language, implied adult content, (but not really), and gore flashbacks and scenes. I couldn't fit this all in the description so here it is now.
Also, pardon for the space between updates. After this I'll be sure to have two more ready to upload. The next chapter shall be fun to write!
