Dragonite Ernston
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This is the Cyrus x Giratina fic that I was talking about in the plot bunny thread that wasn't really a plot bunny...
It was lonely here. But Cyrus liked it that way. As he sat here on a platform in the Distortion World, there was no interference of anybody to disturb his thoughts. His thoughts on how to form that new world of his – the world without spirit. His pure, colourless thoughts that made him consider everything stoically and rationally.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could not clear his mind. As his thoughts ran through his plans and schemes and inner philosophies, they kept looping back to what that damned trainer had said.
"Spirit is what makes this world worth living in!" the trainer had said. Quite forcefully, at that. "If it weren't for spirit, we wouldn't have the world we're in now! We couldn't enjoy life for what it is. I wouldn't be friends with my Infernape here either," he had added, "if we didn't share the same fighting spirit that let us become Pokémon masters. Or with my Floatzel, my Crobat, my Gardevoir, my Garchomp, or any of my Pokémon!"
"Enough with your blathering!" Cyrus had shouted. "Is this how you justify spirit as something worthwhile?"
Cyrus knew that that trainer – was his name Tom? No, Gary? No, it was Lucas – was wrong. But something deep inside of him also knew that that trainer was indisputably right. He wanted to banish that part of himself – the part that was constantly reminding him about his emotions – but that part stubbornly refused to let go of him.
He looked up at the dark sky. The sky was always dark here – like the murky darkness of the "spirit" that was still a part of him. He did not want to feel anger, bitterness, or frustration. But right now, he felt something else, something less charged – a longing for something familiar. A way out of all this.
Suddenly, something roared far away. Cyrus looked around for the sound. He ended up looking behind him, and saw Giratina flying above. Was it disturbed? Did it still feel the hatred against him? Cyrus watched Giratina circle overhead above him. To try and clear his mind, he concentrated his thoughts on watching Giratina fly above him. Watching the Pokémon that had captured him and put him in this place in the first place. Watching its graceful motions as it curlicued around in the air, twisting and turning this way and that—
Where were these thoughts coming from? Had that trainer – Lucas – really rekindled something inside of Cyrus that he could not put out?
A thudding noise shook Cyrus out of his thoughts. Something had landed to his left. He turned and saw Giratina, in its six-legged form, walking towards him.
He simply sat there, not moving, pretending to ignore the giant dragon that was walking towards him. The pretense was half-true – he had nothing to do with the dragon, and did not want to attract its attention. It had grabbed him once – he didn't want to go through that again.
Giratina itself would have nothing of that. It walked straight up to Cyrus, folded up its legs, and sat down beside him.
There they sat. Cyrus was trying to concentrate on planning out his new world again, but he could not banish the thought that there was a gigantic dragon that was the ruler of this world, sitting right next to him as if nothing was wrong.
But then again, nothing was wrong. Cyrus wasn't doing anything to harm it anymore – nor could he, as Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf had fled for their own world again. It would be foolish to try and take this dragon on with his bare hands – that would both violate his own principle, and be impossible – Giratina would overpower him as quickly as the fight started. Giratina seemed to notice that, as it could now sit down beside him without any fear. Cyrus tried to keep his gaze unfocused and contemplative, but sooner or later, he could not resist peeking a glance at Giratina.
As he peeked at it, he could have sworn that it smiled at him. No, not a smile – it was just an upward curving motion of its mouth. But he called it a smile. Why then? A smile meant nothing to him.
He then felt a nudging motion at his left side. Now that he was powerless to stop it, Giratina was poking around at him, trying to play with him. It was nudging at him with its muzzle, and Cyrus suddenly felt like he was being tickled.
No! he thought. I must keep a straight face! But as Giratina kept trying to nuzzle him, he fell onto the ground, starting to laugh from the tickling. Giratina thought this was funny, and kept poking at him. Cyrus was horrified at what he himself was doing – he, the man of no spirit, was laughing? Preposterous! And yet he was enjoying it more than he had enjoyed anything since he was twelve years old.
Finally, Giratina moved out of the way, and took off again. Cyrus wondered where Giratina was going, but then, it came back instantly behind him.
Giratina was holding something in its mouth – a branch of humongous grapes, larger than any Grepa Berry that Cyrus had ever seen. Do grapes even grow here? thought Cyrus.
Giratina placed them onto the ground that Cyrus was sitting on, and picked one off for itself. Cyrus looked intently at the grapes for a few minutes, as Giratina kept biting on the one it was eating. When it had swallowed the whole lot, it looked at Cyrus again, as if to say, those grapes aren't going to eat themselves, you know.
Cyrus gingerly reached over and picked one off of the branch and bit into it. As he chewed, the taste lit something up inside of him. He had never had anything this tasty before, but whatever it was, to him it was heaven.
He suddenly realized what he was doing. No, he thought. I'm betraying myself!
He put down the half of the giant grape that he had not eaten, and turned away from Giratina again. Giratina walked around Cyrus, but no matter where Giratina tried to walk, he would just turn in the opposite direction.
Then, Cyrus felt a pair of leathery claws pick him up by the back of his collar, as he was loaded onto the back of Giratina's neck. The grape that he had been eating promptly fell into his hand as well.
Giratina growled once, and then launched its legs into the air as it took off.
Cyrus had to hold on for dear life, as Giratina flew higher and higher away from their platform. Suddenly, Giratina flew a loop in the air, and Cyrus started falling down. Giratina swooped under and Cyrus fell on top of it – now in its six-winged form. Cyrus could barely hold on to one of Giratina's back ridges as it kept flying.
Suddenly, a hole opened up in front of them where they were flying, and they launched back into the regular world. They had exited from a waterfall somewhere near Veilstone City, and were now flying high up into the sky.
Cyrus could make out the boundary of Sinnoh, and then the boundary of all of Japan. As they kept flying higher and higher, the air got thinner and thinner, and Cyrus started to run short of breath. Giratina noticed this, and turned down.
As adrenaline coursed through Cyrus' body, he realized that he was feeling it. And the rush was awesome. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he loved the feeling, even though he had tried with all his might to hold it back. Before this, he would have dismissed it as a simple biological reaction, but now that he was experiencing it himself for the first time, he could not resist the feeling, nor did he care to resist.
At that thought, Giratina folded its body inward, diving even more quickly to the ground. Just as they were about to crash into a forest, however, a hole opened up again, depositing them back inside the Distortion World. Giratina crashed into a platform, knocking it downward a few metres. They lay there for a few moments, both in a daze.
As Cyrus got up and dusted himself off, he suddenly had an impulse to run up to Giratina and hug it. He had never felt this exhilarated his whole life – and Giratina was the one responsible. As he tried to embrace Giratina, it made a purring sound that Cyrus could feel all over his old, skinny body.
Then, Giratina got up and yawned, turning back into its six-legged form in the process. As it did, Cyrus became aware of his own drowsiness. As Giratina curled up and laid its head down, Cyrus decided that he would use Giratina's side as a pillow, and lay down within Giratina's lap. Giratina then fell asleep, its wing covering Cyrus like a blanket as he, too, gave in to the Sandman's will. His last thought before falling completely asleep was that – perhaps – spirit wasn't such a bad thing after all.
For Want of Spirit
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It was lonely here. But Cyrus liked it that way. As he sat here on a platform in the Distortion World, there was no interference of anybody to disturb his thoughts. His thoughts on how to form that new world of his – the world without spirit. His pure, colourless thoughts that made him consider everything stoically and rationally.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could not clear his mind. As his thoughts ran through his plans and schemes and inner philosophies, they kept looping back to what that damned trainer had said.
"Spirit is what makes this world worth living in!" the trainer had said. Quite forcefully, at that. "If it weren't for spirit, we wouldn't have the world we're in now! We couldn't enjoy life for what it is. I wouldn't be friends with my Infernape here either," he had added, "if we didn't share the same fighting spirit that let us become Pokémon masters. Or with my Floatzel, my Crobat, my Gardevoir, my Garchomp, or any of my Pokémon!"
"Enough with your blathering!" Cyrus had shouted. "Is this how you justify spirit as something worthwhile?"
Cyrus knew that that trainer – was his name Tom? No, Gary? No, it was Lucas – was wrong. But something deep inside of him also knew that that trainer was indisputably right. He wanted to banish that part of himself – the part that was constantly reminding him about his emotions – but that part stubbornly refused to let go of him.
He looked up at the dark sky. The sky was always dark here – like the murky darkness of the "spirit" that was still a part of him. He did not want to feel anger, bitterness, or frustration. But right now, he felt something else, something less charged – a longing for something familiar. A way out of all this.
Suddenly, something roared far away. Cyrus looked around for the sound. He ended up looking behind him, and saw Giratina flying above. Was it disturbed? Did it still feel the hatred against him? Cyrus watched Giratina circle overhead above him. To try and clear his mind, he concentrated his thoughts on watching Giratina fly above him. Watching the Pokémon that had captured him and put him in this place in the first place. Watching its graceful motions as it curlicued around in the air, twisting and turning this way and that—
Where were these thoughts coming from? Had that trainer – Lucas – really rekindled something inside of Cyrus that he could not put out?
A thudding noise shook Cyrus out of his thoughts. Something had landed to his left. He turned and saw Giratina, in its six-legged form, walking towards him.
He simply sat there, not moving, pretending to ignore the giant dragon that was walking towards him. The pretense was half-true – he had nothing to do with the dragon, and did not want to attract its attention. It had grabbed him once – he didn't want to go through that again.
Giratina itself would have nothing of that. It walked straight up to Cyrus, folded up its legs, and sat down beside him.
There they sat. Cyrus was trying to concentrate on planning out his new world again, but he could not banish the thought that there was a gigantic dragon that was the ruler of this world, sitting right next to him as if nothing was wrong.
But then again, nothing was wrong. Cyrus wasn't doing anything to harm it anymore – nor could he, as Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf had fled for their own world again. It would be foolish to try and take this dragon on with his bare hands – that would both violate his own principle, and be impossible – Giratina would overpower him as quickly as the fight started. Giratina seemed to notice that, as it could now sit down beside him without any fear. Cyrus tried to keep his gaze unfocused and contemplative, but sooner or later, he could not resist peeking a glance at Giratina.
As he peeked at it, he could have sworn that it smiled at him. No, not a smile – it was just an upward curving motion of its mouth. But he called it a smile. Why then? A smile meant nothing to him.
He then felt a nudging motion at his left side. Now that he was powerless to stop it, Giratina was poking around at him, trying to play with him. It was nudging at him with its muzzle, and Cyrus suddenly felt like he was being tickled.
No! he thought. I must keep a straight face! But as Giratina kept trying to nuzzle him, he fell onto the ground, starting to laugh from the tickling. Giratina thought this was funny, and kept poking at him. Cyrus was horrified at what he himself was doing – he, the man of no spirit, was laughing? Preposterous! And yet he was enjoying it more than he had enjoyed anything since he was twelve years old.
Finally, Giratina moved out of the way, and took off again. Cyrus wondered where Giratina was going, but then, it came back instantly behind him.
Giratina was holding something in its mouth – a branch of humongous grapes, larger than any Grepa Berry that Cyrus had ever seen. Do grapes even grow here? thought Cyrus.
Giratina placed them onto the ground that Cyrus was sitting on, and picked one off for itself. Cyrus looked intently at the grapes for a few minutes, as Giratina kept biting on the one it was eating. When it had swallowed the whole lot, it looked at Cyrus again, as if to say, those grapes aren't going to eat themselves, you know.
Cyrus gingerly reached over and picked one off of the branch and bit into it. As he chewed, the taste lit something up inside of him. He had never had anything this tasty before, but whatever it was, to him it was heaven.
He suddenly realized what he was doing. No, he thought. I'm betraying myself!
He put down the half of the giant grape that he had not eaten, and turned away from Giratina again. Giratina walked around Cyrus, but no matter where Giratina tried to walk, he would just turn in the opposite direction.
Then, Cyrus felt a pair of leathery claws pick him up by the back of his collar, as he was loaded onto the back of Giratina's neck. The grape that he had been eating promptly fell into his hand as well.
Giratina growled once, and then launched its legs into the air as it took off.
Cyrus had to hold on for dear life, as Giratina flew higher and higher away from their platform. Suddenly, Giratina flew a loop in the air, and Cyrus started falling down. Giratina swooped under and Cyrus fell on top of it – now in its six-winged form. Cyrus could barely hold on to one of Giratina's back ridges as it kept flying.
Suddenly, a hole opened up in front of them where they were flying, and they launched back into the regular world. They had exited from a waterfall somewhere near Veilstone City, and were now flying high up into the sky.
Cyrus could make out the boundary of Sinnoh, and then the boundary of all of Japan. As they kept flying higher and higher, the air got thinner and thinner, and Cyrus started to run short of breath. Giratina noticed this, and turned down.
As adrenaline coursed through Cyrus' body, he realized that he was feeling it. And the rush was awesome. He had never experienced anything like it before, and he loved the feeling, even though he had tried with all his might to hold it back. Before this, he would have dismissed it as a simple biological reaction, but now that he was experiencing it himself for the first time, he could not resist the feeling, nor did he care to resist.
At that thought, Giratina folded its body inward, diving even more quickly to the ground. Just as they were about to crash into a forest, however, a hole opened up again, depositing them back inside the Distortion World. Giratina crashed into a platform, knocking it downward a few metres. They lay there for a few moments, both in a daze.
As Cyrus got up and dusted himself off, he suddenly had an impulse to run up to Giratina and hug it. He had never felt this exhilarated his whole life – and Giratina was the one responsible. As he tried to embrace Giratina, it made a purring sound that Cyrus could feel all over his old, skinny body.
Then, Giratina got up and yawned, turning back into its six-legged form in the process. As it did, Cyrus became aware of his own drowsiness. As Giratina curled up and laid its head down, Cyrus decided that he would use Giratina's side as a pillow, and lay down within Giratina's lap. Giratina then fell asleep, its wing covering Cyrus like a blanket as he, too, gave in to the Sandman's will. His last thought before falling completely asleep was that – perhaps – spirit wasn't such a bad thing after all.
