*to HoAMR: They left at four o'clock because three o'clock was "the time for dreams and achieving them", while four o'clock is "the average person's tea time". Yancy is thinking that something is going to go wrong (and she has an inkling that it's going to be anticipated, and that most of the world is going to know it, but only they won't), hence the different time.*


Now, Hilda was not a morning person. She preferred the night sky (this was the reason she had given Hilbert; the actual reason was that she was to busy daydreaming; daydreaming his demise) to the point where she could become entirely nocturnal if she chose to. Indeed, she loved the night...but not what would happen during it. But she would rather stay awake forever than fall asleep, to the point where it was detrimental to her health to sleep (she never remembered the dream, but she would always wake up in a little defensive stance, one that seemed vulnerable, and she hated that she looked like that).

Not being able to sleep to heal, but not being able to heal if not asleep, she was always annoyed early in the morning.

In fact, she was so annoyed in the morning that if you woke her up five minutes before the time she had expected to wake, the first thing out of her mouth would be (to quote):

"Where's the fucking emergency!? If you don't have one, I'll create one right now and fucking slit your throat!"

{Rosa had found this out the easy way, because she had saw her teacher act like this before Rosa had actually made the mistake. She was glad that she found out before she did it, even if it meant that their trainee from Johto, Ethan, was severely harmed and put into the hospital.}

(She was kind of glad he was taken away. The boy just annoyed her. He talked too much.)

So naturally, people with common sense did not interrupt Hilda when she was sleeping. In fact, people did not even interrupt her when she was awake, because Hilda was a highly unpredictable person who no one would want to have as an enemy (Indeed, no one. Think about those two words for a bit.).

(She would hide the real reason for her love {hatred was more like it; it was also more like dependence} of the night from Rosa, but Rosa had known all along.)

(Sometimes, the dream plane was so much more simplistic than the real world. And it was there, in that simple world where right is right and wrong was not right, Hilda would sob her tears out. And those tears still remained on her pillow wherever she slept, but the tears never remained on her face. Not for long.)

Hilda crying in her sleep was unnerving in a way. She would scream, in a small voice. In fact, if it weren't her expression, you would think she was mumbling some random words in her dreams.

{The first time Rosa saw it, she was almost traumatized by the sheer amount of pain she had seen on her teacher's face. The second time, she realized that no matter how strong she seemed on the outside, she was strong only because she was forced to be. Rosa wasn't sure if that was good or not.}

So when Hilbert walked into Hilda's room and saw her crying, he paused for a moment, taking in the sight.

"I-I'm not...weak..."

(Nate had followed him quietly, trying to gauge his reaction, only to find that there was a reason why Hilda was the Hero of Ideals.)

{And Hilbert thought then, "She is still weak." And for some reason, some twisted reason, he felt happy. He felt happy. He felt happy; right?}

A true hero doesn't embody the thing they stand for.

The true hero is strongest when they stand for what they believe {and her tears were her strength and motivation}.

{And her tears were also her weapon. They made Hilbert feel weak. They made him feel like the world was going to fall. He would not be weak. He wouldn't. He couldn't be weak like her.}

(Someone had to protect the weak, didn't they?)

But why did it have to be him? Could he even do it?


Is it out of love?

Or is this just an inferiority complex?

People like the weak you, I really hate.

Even if missiles fly across the sky, and I feel joy from such a thing like that; you'll just laugh at me, you'll just laugh at me-

{Because even if the world had developed some way to go back in time, or to make people live longer, not one thing would be more convenient.}

(Just laugh at us all, with masks over our faces, and when it strikes three? A hero complex.)


"Get up you idiot."

That was the first thing in the morning Hilbert had done (deciding to ignore the inner turmoil he had, of course): wake up Hilda. After all, he wasn't going to wait for her and he still had things to do, unlike her. Hell, since she was just the symbol for ideals, she didn't even need to be in the war at all.

(He tried, for some reason, to ignore the voice in his head that was telling him that the reason why she was the leader was because of him. That the reason she was in danger was because of him.)

So, when she jolted out of bed and immediately swung a knife she got out of nowhere in his direction, he calmly stepped to the side, anticipating the attack.

(This was one thing that he was used to; except, he used to dodge her body being flung at him for hugs, because, he can remember very faintly, a girl who liked him so much she almost became a fangirl of him.)

Back in the day, when they spent almost every day together, she would constantly be clinging onto his arm, and he would be quietly smiling at her antics. He almost couldn't believe that she hated him so much now; almost.

Hatred was good.

(It could bring out true power. And if one day, he couldn't save her, she would need the power.)

Staring the fuming girl down, he watched as she tried to restrain herself from killing him in a diplomatic fashion ("IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE FACT THAT WE'RE IN A STUPID ALLIANCE RIGHT NOW, I WOULD'VE STABBED YOU SO MANY TIMES I COULD USE YOU AS A WATERING CAN FOR VAMPIRES WITH ALL THE HOLES IN YOUR BODY SPEWING OUT BLOOD") and raised his eyebrows slowly when all she could do was glare at him.

He chuckled. Because really, glares did absolutely nothing to affect him, and she was just really childish and weak-

"Stop laughing at me."

And then he can see her struggling to maintain a calm disposition as he noticed her abnormally tense stance, and he knew that indeed, she was weak. A simple laugh could make her question herself. That inferiority complex of hers really was irritating.

(She would never accept it; she was too weak to handle the truth)

Patting her head condescendingly, he smirked and started to walk out the door.

"Breakfast starts in ten."

(But it was more like he was too afraid, the coward, the idiot, the bumbling fool that he called himself- to accept that she was weak. He couldn't protect her. He was too weak.)


A/N

...Alright, this was more of a chapter describing Hilbert's thoughts than anything :/ God, I really must be a horrible writer if I spent an hour on this and wrote this bad of a chapter. ;_;

Also, I just realized that I've developed Hilda and Hilbert the least out of most of the main characters in this story, and I don't know what to do ;_; I mean, technically, they are the main focus of this story, so... ;_;

So basically, from this chapter, Hilda has an inferiority complex, and Hilbert has a hero complex and an inferiority complex, with the fact that he wants to protect the people close to him, but believed himself too weak to do so, so he took drastic measures to make sure they didn't need to be protected...

Also, the italics in the middle (the one with the separate line breaks and stuff):

Those lines are from my favourite Vocaloid producer, Neru (Oshiire-P).

He mainly writes about suicidal and depressing songs, but his songs have really deep meanings and they are just absolutely wonderful. If you are a fan of Vocaloid, then you have probably heard of his song "Tokyo Teddy Bear" and "The Lost One's Weeping". Other famous ones are "Re-Education", "Drowning in a Wave of Sadness" (I used some words), "World Domination How-To" (also used), "Idola No Circus" (also used, orz) and "Boys and Girls Chameleon Symptom" (also used, XD)