[Pokémon] One-Shots

[IanDonyer]

"Freedom of choice? Of course I believe in that! Choose - Servitude in life, or servitude in undeath!"​

"Your plans aren't the most appreciated thing around her, father," Nicholas mused. "Haven't you ever heard of freedom of choice?"

The man in front of Nicholas grinned with amusement. He turned around, leaning over and picking up the basketball on the floor, dribbling it gently. The noise annoyed Nicholas greatly, but he bared it with gritted teeth. "Oh, my boy, you are foolish. I admire your beliefs. I envy your innocence. But you should know that what you wish to achieve is nigh impossible."

Nicholas whistled gently, a mass of blue fur with wings and eyes swinging in. With its teeth, it held a key, dropping it into Nicholas's hand. "Thank you, Woobat." He walked toward a small box on a table in the corner of his bright room, sat down and unlocked it. He flipped open the top and pulled out a few photos.

He saw a picture of a black-haired woman holding a bundle, strands of green hair poking out of the blanket it was wrapped in. He recognized this to be his mother holding him. The Goddesses themselves stood beside her, one on her left with radiant eyes and pink hair, another on her right with knowing eyes and blond hair: the midwives of the Harmonia home, who Nicholas considered his true parental figures. Smiling faces were across the board.

"Mother. I want to know where she is, father. She would not deny me my beliefs."

The man cackled wildly. "Ah, my boy! You think I deny you your beliefs? I only stand for realism! Freedom of choice? Of course I believe in that! Choose - Servitude in life, or servitude in undeath! You were born for me - you are not much more than a boy without a true human heart. You have a child's. But you will be our King. Now come, Nicholas - or shall I say, N? It is time for the crowning!"

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Short, I know. More than anything written solely because I saw that title quote somewhere and had this idea for a short one shot. =|

Enjoy!

 

[IanDonyer]

Nothing Left Now [Red-based Drabble]

nothing left now​

The snow swirled around him, punching into his skin like gigantic fists of icy pain, but he ignored it all. He was not prepared for this kind of weather, but that was all too perfect for his wishes. He had ascended this mountain for that sole purpose. He stood at its top now amongst the dead spirits of the world beneath, he the only living thing left. He felt his breath grow thinner by the moment. The altitude was insane. Red knew he had done it all in his life. Nothing left now but to become infamous. He grinned happily.

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Okay, I'm reading some prompts online and seeing a lot that I'm getting ideas from. D: I'll try to slow down! And yes, by strict definition, this IS a drabble. 100 words exactly, no more, no less.

 

[Bay]

Oh, I like both of those shorts a lot. Gives a glimpse to one point in N and Red's lives. I like how you have N's story be of the conversation between him and his father before the crowning, which I thought is interesting. I can see their interaction like that before the plot of the main Black and White games. For Red's story, the last two lines hit home over what I thought of him when he went to Mt. Silver. Great work for both of them!

Real quick, I haven't forgotten about Best Laid Plans, so I'll get to reviewing the next chapter tomorrow! ^^;

 

[IanDonyer]

This must be what guilt feels like​

He tilted back his head and let loose a mad howl of laughter at the sight - Ghetsis, his father, being led away by a normal trainer. Whisked away by your average child from a small town. He had never thought it possible. His father's figure was a goddamn immortal. It drove him mad to think that he could have possibly been the one to do it.

He had known of his father's plans. He had known of his father's plans. He had played along, hoping to take him down once he gained the power, all the while playing the good little son. His plan had failed. He had met Whitlea. Whitlea had taken town both him and his father. An average trainer. He looked at her slim, beautiful figure and nodded to her.

"There's something I want to talk to you about. When we first met in Accumula, the voices of your Pokemon shocked me. They said they wanted to be with you. There we Pokemon who liked people? I had no knowledge of such a phenomenon until then. From then on, my feelings swayed. I saw it happening more and more. I should never have opposed you."

He turned toward the hole in the wall behind them, tossed a Pokeball forward and revealed the massive black beast that was Zekrom. Zekrom lowered his head, allowing N to step on and lower himself to a comfortable sitting position.

"Whitlea! You must have dreams! Believe in them, and walk whatever paths to fulfill them necessary! Someday, surely, realize that your dreams shall be! Your ideals have the power to change the world - you can do it, I know you can! Well... farewell!"

Zekrom turned and bursted off into the skies. As he flew away from that dreaded castle, through the blue skies, N smiled a sad smile. Perhaps he should have taken the route of death instead of allowing his father to perform his atrocities. Was this what guilt felt like? He supposed so.

 

[IanDonyer]

You'll never learn your lesson​

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Of course, the girl would never understand his reasoning. He sighed a simple sigh, glaring at her with his perky blues. "Would you want to be cramped up into a little ball like that, Whitlea? Made to sit around in darkness until you're called upon to work to the bone, then finally return? It's enslavement."

"N, you're purposefully over exaggerating. Don't. Pokemon are our friends, our partners, and to end that is a crime that neither the human race nor the various species of Pokemon could never take. Don't." Whitlea folded her arms over her chest, pressing her white shirt against her breasts. Her legs parted, keeping her stance as firm as her gaze in the spinning ferris wheel they rode.

N smiled his simple smile. "The world is unfortunately Black and White, Whitlea. There are two sides to every argument, and two sides to the world: there is no in between, there is no Gray. You see the White, I see the Black. Fine." He removed his hat, pressing it against his chest, revealing his head of long green hair. He bowed toward her. "If you want to prove me wrong, fine. Make me see the White. Prove that the Black is the minority, and I will only fight them. You think the White stands above all - that is unfortunately a lie. You'll never learn your lesson, it seems. So make me learn mine."

Whitlea smiled her beautiful smile. "I will."

 

[IanDonyer]

As seen in dreams and nightmares​

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Hello. I am cursed. I see friendship in all, particularly vibrant children; ah, their innocence refreshes me. But I am cursed, for they do not see my friendship back. I let loose my sighs, wondering just why.

They say that I am a monster. I am merely a creature looking for companionship. But the loneliness gives me my nightmares, and I give them theirs. It infuriates me. If it weren't for these night terrors that they receive, I would not be lonely. I would be a man. Not a monster.

I let loose my sighs and listen to their cries.

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Three I've done today. Jesus.

Anyways, Bay, take yer time, my friend. Glad you like the first two shorts.
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[IanDonyer]

Summerless Days
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Of course his favorite season is Winter. Why wouldn't it be? He loved everything about it, from its icy cold temperatures to the lack of anything but children outside - and even they stayed inside most of the time here in Iccirus. He grinned knowingly. The solitude of the season was amazing. He could feel the frigid winds brush against his bare skin, making him shiver. His blood ran cold in his veins and he wouldn't have it any other way. He would live out his Summerless Days in solitude, just the way a man with a icy cold heart enjoyed it.

But this was during Winter. His least favorite season was Summer, where the heat thawed his blood and his heart. He felt a panic at this. It was emotion induced by the season, and emotion was one of his least favorite things. The only emotion he liked the feel of was loneliness, and he hated whoever objected it. Particularly that girl. That odd, odd girl from Opelucid City who visited him every single summer, rushing into his cave with energy that only a child her age could have. She would approach him and get into his face, her head swinging from side to side, tossing her long blue hair. He would place a hand on her dark cheek and shake his head as well.

"Dear Iris," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "I feel perfect when I am alone. There is no one to judge me. There is no one to hate me. There is no pain in solitude."

The girl called Iris shook her head adamantly. "But there's also no enjoyment! There's no happiness, there's no fun, there's nothing positive! How you can stay inside an icy cave all Summer is beyond me, Brycen."

Brycen smiled his knowing smile, finding the expression in her child's eyes of sheer emotion a mix of beautiful and disheartening. "Of course, of course. Now please leave me be."

Iris would stomp her foot into the ice beneath, not denting it a bit. Her breath blew out in large visible clouds. "Brycen, you're coming outside with me! I don't care what you say!"

She would lunge forward and attempt to grab him by the arm, but it proved fruitless for her. He slipped across the ice with expertise, drawing a pocket knife he kept. It always was the same: she saw the knife, pouted and left.

But this day was a different one. She caught herself falling forward, twisting her legs and kicked the pocket knife right out of his hand. He gasped out his shock, and she landed perfectly on the ice in front of him. She pulled herself in close to him. "Brycen, don't be afraid to love."

The girl was fourteen, and he was in his forties. But the moment felt right. She forced herself closer, hugging him tightly, and suddenly he felt that all was right with the world.

He would no longer live out his Summerless Days; nor his loveless ones.

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Wee for basically making Brycen a pedophile.​

 

[IanDonyer]

Take Me To The Fair​

There are two sides to the same coin, he had always told her. The black side and the white side, in the case of the gigantic sphere of a coin one called Earth. There was no happy in between point. To get anything done, one had to go to either extreme. He said his father had told him that.

Whitlea was interested in him, she supposed. Not a romantic interest quite at this point, but his mind was interesting. He was an intellectual, constantly throwing her for loops, consistently forcing her to use her mind more sharply and swiftly. This was in battles and outside them. They did not hate each other; this she knew. The only thing that kept them from true companionship was the difference in their ideals.

He viewed the world was a coin. She viewed it as a cake. Different layers, different options that gave different results. There were blacks, whites, and everything in between the two extremes. He insisted that he agreed with her on that, but that the in between was useless. She believed that he thought otherwise. She constantly saw him drifting toward the middle, that gray layer, wondering if the world would just... work as it was. Asking questions. She gave him answers, but he refused to acknowledge them. But he was listening.

She let a smile cross her lips.

"Whitlea, what is with you?" he asked her. "I don't understand you. You're not in those extremes. You don't give off that hateful aura. But you're not a freedom fighter either."

"Women are from Pluto," she responded. The look in her eyes was meant to be taunting him.

"...It's more than that and you know it."

The bustle around them was large, people going around on their business without a clue in the world as to what was going on. That was for the best, she supposed. A sigh escaped her lips, not a tired or exhausted one, just a simple sigh meant to express her content. She was having quite a bit of fun.

"No, not really." She reached up, brushing a strand of green hair out of his eyes, almost flirtatiously. "Just go to Pluto, and there'll be a book there. 'How to Understand Whitlea For Dummies'. Dummy."

He took her by the hand. This surprised her, sending a bit of a tingling sensation down her spine, and a firm tug sent her stumbling down to the ground. She gasped in surprised, quickly getting up and following after him. He reached out with his free hand, paying the ticket man in front of the attraction enough for two tickets, mumbling something to him that Whitlea couldn't quite decipher.

Together, the two of them rode up to the top of the Ferris Wheel in silence.

The view of Nimbasa City in the sunset was stunning. The different buildings with their blaring, shining lights, people crossing the streets in their bikes and cars and on feet, scurrying around like busy little mice. The orange tone of the sky set it to be relaxing as well. The two of them stood in the circular Pokeball-painted carrier. He looked at her.

"Do you really not agree with my ideals, Whitlea?" he asked.

"I've told you a million times, no. So let's make this a million and one, and say 'no'."

"...Well, I suppose it should be known. I am the King of Team Plasma."

She looked at him for a moment, stunned into silence. It made sense. He had made his ideals well known, and they mashed right into Team Plasma's. But the fact that those group of people and him were allies? Her muscles tensed up, and she gritted her teeth.

"...Really?" she asked.

"Really."

She sighed heavily, placing a hand on his shoulder. She couldn't believe this, but she knew it was true. "...Why?"

"What have I told you? Over and over, Whitlea. The world is seperated into black and white. There is no gray. In order to achieve an ideal world, I have to go to the black and do something drastic. Ghetsis asked me to assist him in freeing the Pokemon with his methods. With this logic, I agreed."

"...Damn it, N," she whispered.

Offhandedly, he seemed to remark, "You're beautiful when you're angry."

She smiled at this, and suddenly, she realized that the Ferris Wheel had started moving again after a few minutes of immobility.

Once they got down, she stepped out first, N following shortly after. The two of them looked at each other. Whitlea was the first to speak.

"...You realize this means I'm going to have to take you down, right?" she asked.

"If you can prove that there is gray to me, please. Take me down."

She turned away, and smiled an involuntary smile. She couldn't help it. "...But for now, go. But remember. You can take me to the fair any time."

He placed a hand on her shoulder, tightening his grip. "Of course."

 

[IanDonyer]

Holy​

The room was dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of this odd yellow energy: unlike any sort of secular thing the boy had ever seen.

As each moment passed by, his heart started to beat faster. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, tensing him, preparing for the fight or flight response to kick in at any moment, despite the fact that he knew it wasn't necessary.

He glared at the creature in front of him. Equine majesty, soft white fur and an odd set of rings on its back. He shut his eyes, his lips curling into a smile.

"...Arceus..."