A/N: It's a Ruby/Blue this time around. And it's cyberpunk verse. I've been meaning to write this as a full-blown fic, but I don't know. So yeah, I'm just going to admit it here: Ruby/Blue is my favorite crack pairing of Pokespe. It actually challenges my love for guriburu. More Ruby/Blue is on the way.

Chapter: 2

Title: Hope for Imperfection

Rating: K+/T

Main characters: Blue, Ruby

Pairing: Ruby x Blue

Hope for Imperfection

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Blue doesn't know when it started or how it began, it just sort of happened. And once the thought wormed its way into her brain she couldn't get it out, slowly becoming the only thing she thought about. Now as she walked the dark, damp streets of Poketopia, she wondered just what was real and what wasn't.

A loud blare bellowed in the streets, "... rainfall will cease in 21 minutes and 45 seconds. Please stay cautioned as the lightning will continue to strike for the next 17 minutes."

She bundled her silk-like, ankle-length poncho in her right hand, shivering as the freezing wind and rain razored against her pale skin.

He wasn't like anyone she's ever met.

There was something peculiar about the way he smiled, goofy grin and creasing eyes. Of all of the perfections of Poketopia, he had one glaring blemish, imperfection, something that could not be tolerated by the Order.

The scar.

In a world of perfection, an imperfect is the preference, by Blue's standards it is.

So when Blue meets Ruby for the first time, she is awkward, unlike her usual self, and thoroughly intrigued. Their meeting was random, call it a freak accident involving a broken umbrella, a falling box, and Ruby's twisted ankle.

She takes him back to her apartment to rest when she learns that he has no place to stay.

It only takes two weeks for Blue to become rogue, through Ruby's incessant, yet interesting, speeches.

He shivered when he grazed her palm.

"Blue, it's freezing." Ruby pointed out.

Blue scoffed. "Yeah, so I figured."

He grimaced at her biting remark. Maybe they were stupid for even trying- they knew there was no way out. Engines roared in the distance but the two continued onwards, away from the 'utopia' , away from the caged city of ashes. They were sick of it all: the programmed personas, the arranged unities- all of it fake. None of it was real. Now they steered through desolate lands of wispy browns and cracked soils. The close to zero-visibility made the trek staggering but they had to continue forward. They had to get away from them.

She should've seen it coming.

There was no escaping her fate. She knew, since the day she was born, that she was supposed to die the day she turned twenty-five. The Order found twenty-five, the age where the body starts to disintegrate, imperfect and therefore useless. Most citizens die at this age, as they are artificially programmed to.

However, Blue is only twenty-two.

Now she is standing over a wide-eyed Ruby, battered and bloodied, grinning like a complete fool- a complete imperfect.

"W-Why?" Is all Ruby is able to conjure up.

Blue smiles, planting a chaste kiss on Ruby's bare forehead, and slackens a bit. "Because..."

For Blue, this is freedom. The first free choice that she has made on her own. In her eyes, this is victory; she managed to defy her fate as well as save the man she loved.

Ruby finds the civilization they sought out, away from the Order. It was his and her victory.

A makeshift grave is lone in the harsh desert. With a particularly large rock as the tombstone, a dozen of flowers is placed in front. It is visible from far, despite the harsh desert conditions, as blooming buds frequent the grave every passing month.

The bouquet tradition is broken in six years time, as another grave joins the former.

However, spurts of green pop from the earth around them.

Hope, the one thing they sought for, is all around them, as they rest in peace together.

A/N: the Order is the government. Poketopia is the civilization's name.