Here's some more fluff :P. Btw, using the American spelling for valor cause, well, we're American.
Drabble 22: Valor
Marshal and Shauntal lay next to each other in her dark chamber, the blinds drawn and the everpresent flames of her chandelier Pokemon nowhere to be seen. They were watching TV as they usually did on weekends on her rather large flatscreen, something every writer needed (according to Shauntal), in order to come across new ideas. An empty box of pizza sat off to the aside along with various other snack wrappers. Beyond that Shauntal's most recent notebooks and papers were stacked in utter disorder. The current cartoon was about a swordsman who trained every day in the forest so he could protect his wife and family from the bandits that often chanced upon their village. He cared nothing for the valor or glory of battle, just the ones he loved.
"Do you think I'm as tough as that guy?" Marshal asked, snuggling up next to his beautiful, purple-haired girlfriend.
"Of course," Shauntal answered, smiling. "You're so strong, and brave and manly..."
"But, are you sure?" he soudned genuinely concerned. "I mean, I train a lot and it's been a while since I've lost a fight, but I've never done anything like that." On the screen, a sneering man with a knife in each hand was approaching a woman and two small children who were huddled in a corner. He and his two cronies charged at the defenseless noncombatants, but when they came through the doorway, the swordsman was behind it, cutting the first in half and severing the heads of the next two. "I'm still just an amateur compared to a lot of martial artists in the world, not to mention all the Trainers who've come through here and beaten me. I spend all my time here as one of the Elite Four, but I've never really gone and helped anybody." His head hung. "I'll never be the best."
"Oh, sure you will. Someday," Shauntal said sweetly, ruffling his short, blonde hair. "I believe in you. For now, you're just like this guy. You keep me safe."
"But you don't need protection," Marshal replied.
"Uh huh," Shauntal said. "And why do you think that is? Everyone knows what happened to those Team Plasma members who attacked me during N's assault. I wonder if that one guy can move yet?"
Marshal kissed her, squeezing her tight in that way she loved. He remembered why he had become a member of the Elite Four and ended his days as a roaming trainer. "If all I can do is make you happy and keep you safe your whole life," he spoke passionately, "then that's be just fine, 'cause then I'll know I'll have made somebody's life better than it would've been without me."
"Oh," Shauntal cooed. "Thank you. You're my hero."
"Really?"
"Of course," She buried her face in his chest and he stroked her smooth, purple hair. "I just said so, silly."
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Sometimes the best things in life are the simple moments :)