CHAPTER 323 - TURNING POINT V
My head against the wall of the shower. The usual comfortable caress of the water against my skin felt cold, empty and void of any safety. The sound reverberated through my tiny stall, so quiet behind the ringing in my ear. The endless blare usually wasn't this loud. Noticeable, yes, but this was the loudest it had been since my eardrum had burst. It was there, constantly nagging, pestering even if I plugged my ears. Sotis I'd close my eyes and try to imagine today hadn't been real. If I hadn't gotten ahead of myself and not offered to spar, Maylene wouldn't have fallen on top of . Our eyes wouldn't have crossed for so long, and I would not have seen the love take shape within her right then and there.
The problem still would have remained, yet I would have been ignorant of it. Sotis, that was best. Maylene probably would have kept hurting, which… wouldn't have been ideal, but it wasn't as if she wasn't hurting right now, was it? Forced into what I'd realized had kind of been a date, from her point of view. That must have been why she'd been so nervous near the start and asked about how she looked.
And my actions, God, my actions. Complinting her looks, holding her hand that long, indirectly calling her cute— and that was just today. So many of our interactions since we'd co back from saving the world had been laced with these… innocent gas from my point of view, but hope from hers. Odds were I'd given that crush life when I should have smothered it from the beginning. Instead, it had been watered, cultivated, tended to, and allowed to grow unchecked; fuck , I was dense! If I'd stopped it from the beginning, then it would have been so daunting to burst. Not so damaging to all of us.
I clenched a fist, contemplated slamming it against the wall before figuring that would be really fucking stupid. If I'd been in Maylene's position— actually, I didn't even have to shape it that way. Back in Eterna City, when Cece and I had been on the cusp of dating, I'd believed she hadn't liked back, but it was the little ways she'd go out of her way to stay with and her actions that kept the ball rolling in the back of my head, that told that maybe, just maybe, I had a chance.
Though our circumstances had been different, given that I'd known her engagent to Louis had been a sham rather early. Still, how long would I have contented myself to get crumbs of her affection if it hadn't been? To bask in the occasional ray of sunlight she'd afford before turning back to Louis every day if it had been real?
Weeks? Months? I would have given up, eventually, or at least I believed so, but not right away.
The water from the shower cutting off interrupted my train of thought— I must have gone over my allotted ten minutes. I wrapped myself in a towel and paced toward the Pokemon Center's girl's changing rooms to put on my new clothes, ignoring the glances and the murmurs from the other girls who'd been using the washrooms. Not like I could hear whatever they were saying without my hearing aid in, but I imagined they must have been surprised to see here. Cecilia had told about so of the speculation about our involvent in Coronet, but 'luckily' the trainer community had settled on the narrative being that we'd only been there as support in Coronet's lower levels and that Craig, Cynthia and the Elite Four had been the ones who had made the real difference.
Normally, I would have found this irritating. To have done all of this with none of the credit, when I would rather have my Role within this story ignored than misconstrued. Today, I was too preoccupied to care. Once I was changed into traveling clothes (thick pants, boots and a simple blue shirt) and had my hearing aid back in, I found myself sitting in the Pokemon Center's lobby, contemplating what to do.
I'd dressed to go to route 215 and see Bellatrix and Night, but part of wondered if I shouldn't just text Cecilia right now and go back to the League. The awkward part was that I'd have to go back to Maylene's Gym to ask to use her Kadabra, but maybe I'd manage to avoid her and get a League Trainer to help instead. As Cecilia had learned from communicating with Maylene, current protocol ant that only the Gym Leaders had the authority to move their Kadabra around due to their current scarcity, but I was hoping I was a common sight and that they'd just sweep it under the rug, maybe…?
"Hello?"
No.
No, that was stupid. One, it'd get that particular employee in trouble, and two, Cecilia had just gotten Scizor and Toxicroak back from the Pokemon Center. I'd do well to let her have these few hours of peace before I dropped all of this on her. Arceus, tonight was going to be miserable. My body was already shaking at the uncomfortableness that was to co. How was I supposed to tell Cecilia that I wanted to keep seeing Maylene regularly and that I didn't like her back? How would she take it, if I told her the truth? That Maylene was the only person who currently could give pure, carefree and unadulterated happiness not weighed down by how broken we were? It hadn't been set in stone before today, but now I knew.
I couldn't.
"Are you okay? You're Grace Pastel, right?"
Could this girl take a fucking hint?
Lanky, short brown hair, doe-eyed like she hadn't had a bad day in her life, and with a Dratini coiled around her neck. That last bit gave a pause. Those were extra rare, even in Indigo, their country of origin. Denzel had wanted one, once.
"Sorry, I'm preoccupied right now." I was short and to the point, allowing a bit of frustration to leak into my tone.
"I bet you are!" The girl laughed, petting her Dratini, who cooed back at her. "You were looking at that phone like you wanted to kill it."
"Right," I grunted. "Anyway, I'm leaving."
I shot up and made my way to the exit—
"Wait! Could I please have an autograph? My little brother's a big fan!" she asked, pulling out a badge-case from her backpack. "It'd an a lot to him."
Groaning, I speedwalked toward her, snatched her badge-case and a marker out of her hands and signed its back. She smiled as if I'd just made her day, which was enough to get to calm down, if only slightly. Normal. This was normal. I had fans. It just was unusual after so long.
"Sorry for bothering you! If you see Denzel, you tell him Ashley hopes he's doing okay!" she yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth.
I hesitantly nodded before rembering that there'd been a girl Denzel had gambled with at the Ga Corner back when it had still been open. One who had beaten the odds and gotten a Dratini. In fact, he'd told they'd helped each other because they'd both wanted one.
Small world. He'd probably be glad to see she was doing fine after the bombings.
Now that I was free from the shackles of social interaction, Cassianus popped out of their Pokeball with the device's familiar hiss. The fact that I'd been so panicked I hadn't walked to the Pokemon Center with them spoke volus of the gravity of the situation. What if soone had attacked ? With bleary blinks, the psychic observed the world around us. After rummaging through my bag for a mont, I handed them my straw hat. With a happy, artificial cheer, the Claydol levitated it on top of their head.
The decision had been made. I was going to see Bella. While I doubted a Pokemon as wild as her would have any advice for human relationships, we hadn't seen each other in a long ti and I missed her and Night. My leg muscles were strained, but just walking shouldn't be that bad, especially after that long break in the Center.
Once we got to a more deserted street, I spoke up. "Sorry I've been silent. Sothing happened… sothing really difficult to deal with."
It is true that you appear preoccupied by sothing. I wanted to wait until you brought it up on your own. If you hadn't, it would have ant you did not desire to speak of it, Cass said. Clearly, they had a lot of learning to do about people, still, but they were doing their best. It is difficult to quantify emotion, but I would say you appear 68% more morose than usual. May I know what happened?
Hesitation gripped for a mont, but what was the harm in telling them, anyway? I explained the entire situation from start to finish, including the fact that I'd had no idea of it until an hour ago.
Cass' hands rotated and hung close to their body. Ah, I see. Well, my King, your predecessors would sotis take concubines that they would see romantically even while being married. Occasionally, you had won who all got along very well despite—
"It's not like that with her," I interrupted. "Also that's just not… I don't think I get those, anyway, but yeah, it's not like that."
Pauline, Emilia and Denzel's attempt at polyamory and it collapsing, taking Pauline and Emilia's relationship down with it was still fresh in my mind. I'd still rooted for them despite not exactly getting it, but one couldn't ignore the fact that these things were dicey and dangerous. Imagining Cece with another girl made my skin crawl with doubt. I assud it was kind of taking a leap of faith. As I was now, would she even stick around? Especially after tonight?
Sure, I had believed Maylene to be romantically interested in Cecilia, but that hadn't bothered because I already knew Cece just did not look at her that way at all. On the contrary, before 'figuring it out' and even after that, I'd wanted them to get closer so Cecilia would have soone else to rely on.
"Even if I was in love with Maylene, I definitely wouldn't do it. Cecilia wouldn't agree to it, and I've seen what forcing two people who don't want this leads to. There'd be three, in this case; that was a hypothetical."
Of course, Cassianus said, their eyes dimming. It was just a suggestion, you do not have to think anything of it. The vast majority of the ti, this arrangent was forced on these won anyway. So of them led miserable lives! That would be your right, of course, but—
I softly clicked my tongue. "You're thinking like these are old tis again, Cass. We don't do that anymore."
The psychic humd. My apologies. Updating mory banks.
"No worries, pal, you're still adapting to modern life." I patted their body and smiled. At least it was only my human relationships which were on fire.
Then I rembered Cecilia would have to deal with both soon and guilt tunneled into my heart. It was a claw digging through my chest, almost painful enough to make physically react. I adjusted my collar and gulped.
The rest of the road to route 215 was largely silent, save for Cassianus asking about a few new things they saw on the way there. Perhaps they knew I didn't feel like talking, or that they wouldn't be able to offer much help, or a combination of both. Still, there was companionship in silence, and that was the kind of support I needed right now. Anyone other than Buddy would have been desperate to dig into my worries to find a solution to my issues right this instant instead of letting it simr in my head. Honestly, I wished I could just ignore it, but it wouldn't be right. I had to be a good girlfriend to Cece.
Stepping through the gate brought back a lot of mories. It was this very mont, where I'd brought hundreds of wild Pokemon only a few hundred feet away from Veilstone, that had set on a collision course with Maylene. Without the pride, ego and the fae ways my first stay with Bellatrix had offered, our battle might not have been anywhere as harsh. I did not fault Bella for this, for Pokemon were fundantally different from people, and she had offered guidance when I had been lost in the wake of Solaceon. She had allowed to rediscover myself as a person.
Rain softly pattered against the barrier Cass had raised encompassing both and them. They hated any form of water. Even rain proved too much for them. The deeper we stepped into the woods, the quieter things beca. The world felt heavier, as if I was wading through thicker air. Bella's domain was in full effect, here. Occasionally, Pokemon would stop to look at us. A group of Burmy hanging from a tree branch to our right greeted us with a cheer, a Spinarak scuttling across the floor crawled up to to ask if I needed directions, a Spearow asked to land on my shoulder to speak about her troubles. Here was where my title was at its strongest, but it wasn't the only reason why Pokemon were so friendly.
Bella's route was simply a lot more communal than most. Possibly more than any route in Sinnoh. Word about had spread and basically every Pokemon here knew of . Bellatrix had practically turned this place into another ho for , and I felt so at ease. The quiet, which I thought would be disconcerting, allowed the ringing in my ear to nearly fade. It was as if this whole thing with Maylene had just been a nightmare and the world was right again.
They rembered.
"You've never t her before but she's nice," I continued explaining to Cass. "Or, I guess she's nice if you're on her good side. Strict, but follow the rules and you'll be golden!" I raised a finger. "Just follow my lead. Since you're with , you should be safe."
The ground type wavered in the air. Should be? May I get the odds in number, please? I would like to know how likely I am to cease existing today.
"Will be! You will be safe!" I quickly rectified. "Sorry, I worded that weird. You have nothing to worry about, Cass! She tolerates Sunshine, and you're a lot more easygoing than he is."
Ah, then I shall survive the afternoon. A cheer, dulled by the domain, emanated from their body, and multi-colored light shone out of their eyes. Anyone who can handle the Enforcer for more than twenty minutes has a tempered soul.
"I wouldn't go that far…" I muttered. "Where is she, anyway?"
It'd been forty minutes since we'd entered the route, which was twice as long as it had taken Bella to get here last ti. I wasn't worried— if sothing had happened to her, then the effects on the route would have fallen as well. We andered through the woods without a goal in particular, crossing into off-route territory while I recounted the many lessons the Hatterene had afforded in the ti we'd known each other. Cassianus seed interested enough, though the more I spoke about her, the more terrified they got. If anything, it kept my mind off Maylene for the ti being.
It took another twenty minutes for Nightstalker to show up. The Decidueye first announced his presence by letting sunlight peer through the canopy and wresting the rain clouds away from us. With a loud thump that left a pit in the earth, Night landed as suddenly as ever. Cassianus' hands jumped away from them and an alarm sound blared out of their body. Their hat slid in front of one of their eyes, as if that would hide them at all.
I supposed that if soone hadn't been expecting that, it would have been scary. "Relax, this is Nightstalker, the Decidueye I spoke to you about." Though their nerves were clearly frayed, they blinked and bobbed their head, slipping their hat back on.
Night's tight, leaf hood was more tattered than usual, and his gaze wasn't as piercing as I'd grown used to. His feathers weren't as well taken care of, either, as if he'd stopped grooming himself. The ghost type nudged his head at with a deep caw that resonated through the woods, welcoming into these Sacred Woods once more.
"Thanks." I walked up to the owl and wrapped him into a tight hug. His feathers were prickly. "Night? Everything okay?"
His gaze grew softer as he told that everything was more than okay.
Bellatrix was expecting.
—
The Fae were creatures fueled by belief. With ntal strength and the ability to trick themselves into believing sothing, the world followed along with them. In a way, they had learned to use the inherent rules of the universe and push that to their advantage further than any other type. That was why they were most familiar with domains and how they worked, though even then, trickery and subterfuge would bring them nowhere. Attempts to pierce the veil and to ga this system would not bring them anywhere closer to immortality and power. Artisans of stories, they were, but just like everyone else there was a limit to how far their skills could bring them.
Nightstalker warned us, lifting one of his wings up ahead. Feathers dotted the area in front of us, sharpened like glaives and embedded in the dirt, tree bark or bushes. They glowered with a nacing purple that was unsettling to look at for too long. It was reminiscent of the Distortion World, but obviously nothing compared to that hell. It was easy to see how ghost types drew from that world now that I'd been there and back. I glanced at Cassianus, who looked half fascinated and half terrified of those feathers.
"What's that for?" I asked in their stead. "So kind of protection for her?"
Night nodded, explaining that he'd arranged his feathers in a ring around Bellatrix. Should anyone cross the threshold without his permission, even from above, countless spirits under his authority would swarm the intruder and render them unconscious, giving him ti to fly over and inspect them to see if they were an actual problem or a wild Pokemon who had made a mistake. Normally these would have been invisible to the naked eye unless you were in tune with Distortion as a concept, like Honey was, or a ghost yourself. Fortunately for us, turning it off required Night to gather the spirits back into his feathers, which gave them that nefarious purple glow and had them emanate that smoke. He'd done all of that without breaking a sweat when the periter he'd set was huge. Such fine control, both over TE and what must have been thousands of spirits. It was another reminder that there was a reason why he was Bella's partner. Noticing my impressed stare, Nightstalker hooted, saying that we were lucky Turtonator wasn't present, or he would have demanded a battle right this mont.
"He's not with us today, I'm afraid. He's getting healed at the Pokemon Center, as are Princess and Angel, though I'm sure you're right. It would have fired him up to fight you. I'm actually getting Princess back tomorrow."
The grass type nodded, smiling with his eyes, after which he crossed the threshold without an issue.
"Is this a good idea?" Claydol asked out loud. "Can you confirm that this is one hundred percent safe? Should you not disable it fully?"
Decidueye shrugged and explained that it would take too long to set it up again if he collapsed the entire structure.
"Co on, Cass. Night's trustworthy; if he says it's safe, then it's safe." I jumped over the boundary, and while it made feel a little queasy, that was that. The vibration around my wrist signaled that it had woken ltan up, and I soothed them with a pat. Outstretching my arms, I added, "co on, see? If I made it through okay, you can— actually, do you just want to recall and release you?"
"No, of course not. I am your sworn protector, I must be able to do sothing like this…" Cassianus' head and arms retracted close to their body, they closed their eyes, and they rushed past the row of feathers. "I—I did it! I'm alive!"
I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Of course you are, silly." When Nightstalker quietly noted Claydol's… peculiarity, I nodded. "They're a little skittish, but I an, it's what makes them special. They've saved my life countless tis from the mont I t them, and they know when to get serious. A weird side is cool, too. They used to be all computer-like and stuff."
"I can still detect your vocalizations." Cass' eyes turned to X's and they shivered in the air. "Your actions are suboptimal and not conducive to our survival in the presence of a Pokemon capable of terminating us with re cognitive effort. Recomnding the recalibration of behavior imdiately."
"Well, they still do it when they're angry or they're being petty, as you can see," I confird.
It took us another twenty minutes to get to Bella, which was welcod given how tired my legs were. She hadn't gone that far away from the route. Nightstalker directed us toward—
My first reaction seeing her was to gasp.
She was upright, but unconscious and looked so hollow. Her pastel pink and blue hair had dimd as if soone had drained the life out of her. Glamour— near-transparent pink dust— sward everything around her, clinging to her skin, hair, the dirt, trees and even turned the droplets of rain above her pink. While Nightstalker had ended the rain around us, a tiny cloud remained above her head, pouring on her continuously. It was loud, and deafeningly so. The sound of rain hamring against nature to give her the quiet she needed to give birth to a child.
Hatterene, as a species, were all female. They did not mate with any Pokemon to lay eggs, but created one through their desire to have a child. The egg was nearly finished forming in her dress-like hair, with only the top edge remaining empty. Bringing forth a new lifeform through belief took so much out of her she was barely recognizable.
"Is— is she going to be okay?" Beauty was sothing that made you grow quiet when you saw it. Like stepping into a cathedral, or walking through Spear Pillar. It was sothing that you were scared to touch, lest you tarnish it with your impurity. She was… beautiful. "Will she survive?"
Nightstalker wrapped a comforting wing around my shoulder. If it had taken a few days longer, he explained, she might have died in exchange for her child's life. As it stood right now, however, the egg would be finished today and she would awake soon after. With her being so strong, she would be back on her feet within a few days. The reason why Night was so disheveled must have been because for a while, he must have doubted if she'd survive or not. It must have rattled him, and he'd been alone the entire ti. After hugging him again and telling him how sorry I was for what he'd gone through, I took another look at Bellatrix.
This egg;
I knew this Pokemon. This was Theodora, the Hatenna Bella had given Beast before she'd left route 215. Just like her mother, it was a mixture of white, pale pink and blues. Even in this tiline, things were consistent.
So why could Maylene not be?
Decidueye leaned against a tree, crossing his arms. He too, was quiet in order not to bother his partner, but he asked what was on my mind.
I gulped. Normally, I would have wanted to maybe speak to Bellatrix about this, but it wasn't like she'd be available. Of course, I'd stick around until the egg was finished forming and she was awake again; I wouldn't miss this for the world, but it was kind of… weird to speak to him about these issues. Sure, we were close enough to, but that had never really been the shape of our relationship.
There was a first ti for everything, apparently. After laying a towel on the wet dirt, I sat down and patted the area next to . He sat down and began to pick at his feathers, waiting patiently for to begin. I told him everything to the best of my abilities, though I did not talk about the different tilines and rely glanced over what happened in Coronet. Nightstalker already knew I'd been given the Plu according to Bellatrix's story— that I'd been chosen to save the world from calamity, but he still found it difficult to believe that I'd been in Coronet and lived. The world being ripped apart atop Coronet, its spine and highest peak, was the reason why Bellatrix had managed to push herself far enough to have a child.
"Now I'm dreading tonight," I sighed, hugging one of Claydol's hands. They'd given one to to hold onto for support. "I don't even know what I'll say. Why did this have to happen…"
The grass type humd, placed a feather in my hair and asked a question. What do you think about this Maylene girl? He knew of her, though according to him, they'd never t in person because of how young she was, so it was only Cynthia that ca by to negotiate sotis. Her and her so-called horrible Garchomp or friendly Togekiss.
With my body curled inward, I closed my eyes and lay my head against my knees. "I an, she's a good girl. She's one of my main drives to do better, because I don't want to hurt her again. She's pure-hearted. I guess that's why the thought of her liking sowhat just repulses…" I bit my lip. That wasn't true, but using the strongest word was my feeble attempt at putting so distance between the concept that she could love . "No, that's too harsh. It's not like I don't like her personality, or that I don't find her attractive." I wasn't blind. Maylene was extrely fit and pleasing to look at. "It just doesn't compute. Like, I don't want to taint her. And that makes it impossible for to reciprocate what she feels. I think it'd be the sa way without Cece, honestly." Even without my girlfriend in the picture, I doubted I could bring myself to love anyone else. It'd feel phony. "Maylene should just find soone who'd do right by her."
Nightstalker sagely said that the heart wanted what the heart wanted. That it wasn't anyone's fault she was into . He followed up by warning that if I kept being so wishy-washy about this, I risked losing both Cecilia and Maylene, in which case the answer was right in front of my face.
"It is, isn't it?" I sighed, which slowly turned into a frustrated groan. "I honestly think it might just be relieving to reject her. To be done with this whole thing." Air flowed in through my clenched teeth. "Here's the thing, though. I need her."
Both Cass and Decidueye stared at each other. I raised both of my hands, and the forr let out a sad beep when their turret-like hand rolled onto the floor. "Stop it. Don't go there."
Nightstalker shrugged, saying that it sounded like I wasn't helping my case.
"No. I know what it feels like when I'm newly in love with soone. I get tongue-tied, and I get nervous around them, and I blush, and I can barely look that person in the eye." Each ti I listed a new elent, I raised a finger. "I get butterflies in my stomach when we touch, I think about kissing them and cuddling and— anyway! It was like that with Cecilia, and it's always been like that even the two tis I've had a crush in school. I have none of that with her. I just can't see her that way because— well, I told you already. It's just not my shape."
Cassianus chid in as quietly as possible as their hand stuck back to their side. "Is she rely a friend, then?"
"No. She's… more than that." A best friend? No, Denzel was my best friend, and the vibes I had with him were completely different. "But she's also less in so ways? I an, I know a lot less about her than I do my other friends because we haven't known each other as long, but I care a lot more about her? It's like, more intimate?" My head bumped against the tree behind . "Is there a word for soone who's more than a typical friend but less than a girlfriend?"
Neither Pokemon knew, though Night insisted Bellatrix would know, given that she was good with words.
"Anyway, thanks for hearing out, Night. It kind of helped putting it all into words, and it helps to have done a practice run to know what I'll say to Cece." Bellatrix would have been far less direct than he was in his questioning, but putting on the backfoot was what I'd most likely face. "The crux of the issue is that I'm a selfish girl who wants to have her cake and eat it too."
Decidueye hooted, saying it wasn't wrong to be selfish, if you knew what it would lead to.
"Well, for now I hope I still have a girlfriend at the end of the day. That'd be nice." Shivering, I hugged myself and allowed Night to wrap in closer. "My parents said they'd see about getting a therapist. Maybe instead of everything else, I can discuss all of this crap. Throw one of my problems at 'em."
I got to hear all about how Nightstalker didn't understand how therapy even worked until he froze against . All of our eyes converged toward Bellatrix, whose egg rolled out of her hair— Nightstalker cradled it in his arm, and it was only when I registered that he was sowhere else that I felt the cold wind from his movent flow across the woods. I rushed to follow him and knelt at Bella's side. The glamour slowly disappeared around her, as did the rain, but she was breathing, even if she looked like she was in pain. As he'd said, she would be fine.
Thank the Legendaries. I couldn't take any more loss.
Nightstalker stared at the egg with so much love he looked like a different person. His piercing irises were now soft and blurry at the edges, as if he was about to cry. He brought it close to his face and cooed, feeling at the outer shell with his beak as the pink dust bled away from its outer layer. Seeing him like this was honestly making a little emotional.
"You did good." I ran a hand through Bellatrix's hair, which was as coarse as what I imagined a bale of hay would be like. I laughed at her sleeping face as my heart burst with joy. "You're going to have a daughter."
She wouldn't wake up for a while yet, but the worst had passed.
Both Bella and Theodora were going to be safe and sound.
—
When the Keeper of the Sacred Woods awoke, she pulled herself upward with the massive claw attached to her head. Night imdiately handed the egg— which was so light it might as well have been a helium-filled balloon— and rushed to his lover's side. It felt odd, holding her. It wasn't just that her egg felt fuzzy like cotton instead of the hard shell I'd expected. I was already attached despite not knowing this little baby because I'd seen her grow up through Beast's perspective. Strangely enough, Bellatrix hadn't struggled anywhere as much to bring Thea to life in that tiline, but from what I'd understood, sticking around for longer and getting a larger dose of fairy TE had made her wish for a daughter really badly. Maybe that had been enough?
At first, Bella hastily chastised Nightstalker vocally for acting like she was a damsel in distress, which considering I'd never seen her actually speak, spoke volus about how close the two were. She was bent forward as if the act of standing straight was painful for her, and her eyes, which were usually so full of starlight and a reflection of the vast firmant above us, were darkened and cloudy. Her mind must have been foggy from how much she'd imposed her beliefs upon the world and won. With a sudden panicked shriek accompanied by her lashing out with her claw, she demanded to know where her egg was. To know if she had succeeded like she'd seen in her dream.
Then Nightstalker pointed at , and all was right in her world again. The power of love for your child truly transcended species. Just like Night, I'd never seen her look like this. So non-threatening. She nearly looked affable, if you ignored the fact that she had too many teeth for her mouth and her grin was too wide to be natural.
"Hi," I said, before realizing I no longer had to whisper. I was still cradling the egg in my arms as gently as could be. "I swung by to visit."
It seems the strings of fate knew when to make you show up, sister. Her voice was distorted and far weaker than usual, but she was still coherent. And who is this? Bellatrix eyed Cass, who I introduced to her before handing her egg back.
Nightstalker kept hovering over her, clearly terrified she'd be so weak she would accidentally drop it, but she paid him no mind.
I'm sorry, my King, but that is a horrifying creature. You lied to , she does not look nice at all, Claydol spoke into my mind while simultaneously greeting her. "Well-t. I have heard many good things about you from my liege Grace Pastel, and they did not disappoint! You look like a very trustworthy individual, and congratulations on the new egg."
Bellatrix stared at him long and hard until inch by inch, the ground type found themselves behind .
Containing my giggle proved impossible. "Cass… she can read minds."
"Error detected. Please disregard the previous eighteen point six seconds, Keeper of the Sacred Woods. A malfunction in my programming occurred. Initiate reset protocol." Their eyes darkened, and they fell upon the ground a lifeless doll.
"Sorry about them, they're silly!"
While Cass 'reset' themselves, Bellatrix noticed the presence upon my wrist. Oh, and this one. Such a powerful mind brought before , she humd curiously and brushed her claw against Mimi, who squealed in fear. I'm happy to see you've added two more mbers to your gathering, sister, she said with an ever-widening smile that never ended.
"And so am I for you." I eyed the egg. "Congratulations."
It took a lot from , and I will remain weaker for a while yet, she said. Childbirth is not an easy task, for us Hatterene. What brings you here, my dear sister?
"It's nothing," I muttered, glancing at Night. "I just felt like seeing the two of you." He did not respond, yet I knew he would keep my secret.
Better not ruin the mont.
Bella stroked my hair with her claw. If you ever want to speak of it, I am here. Even through the distorted voice, I could tell how gentle she was being. I am not one to steal secrets, unless it's for the right price of course. Now, her eyes shimred as stars began to slowly gather there again, why don't you tell why you're looking at my child with such knowing eyes?
"I really can't hide anything from you, can I?"
We kept exchanging knowledge deep into the evening, I about Coronet and her about old stories and how she would allow her mind to slip in and out of them as needed to not grow too predictable or lost within a world of her own making that no longer represented reality, and I assured her I would co back for Theodora's hatching (and sooner than that, of course). She would need to wait until July for one last push of belief to get the child out of the egg. Should it have cracked right now, Thea might last a few hours before fizzling out in a puff of glamour as if she'd never existed.
How I already knew her daughter's na?
That, she could not pay enough for quite yet.
—
The dreaded hour had co. I'd recalled all of my Pokemon for this, even ltan.
I had manage to get ho by asking for a League Kadabra instead, since they were freer in the evening. Honestly, once the ones from Kanto-Johto would be there soti this week, navigating the region and getting places would be so much easier without that bottleneck on teleporters.
I heard her coming in first, and it made feel like my entire body was being squeezed out like a cork. My hands lay flat on our dinner table to stop them from trembling, and I took a deep breath before calling her over. It crushed seeing her so happy knowing what I was about to do to her. She must have had a relatively good day with her team. Phone still in hand, she snaked her arms around my neck from behind, and leaned down to kiss on the cheek as she slipped Sweetheart's Pokeball back onto the table.
Fuck.
"Is sothing wrong?" She must have noticed I hadn't been as into it as usual.
My heart was going to explode. I was going to die. "Hey. You should, uh, you should sit," I dryly said. "I have… news regarding Maylene." This was the right thing to do. I couldn't chicken out this ti, or it would be ten tis worse when she figured it out on her own and realized I'd kept hanging out with Maylene.
She hesitated, grabbing onto her arm and squeezing it tight. "I was talking to her earlier." A void ford in my stomach, and nausea took a hold of . "She told you had a good ti. Are your legs okay?"
"Cece, this is important."
Once, she could ignore, but twice? Cecilia steeled herself with a hardening gaze that felt like a thousand pounds laid upon my shoulders, and she sat opposite of with her legs crossed under the table.
"So it is," she declared with a defeated sigh as if she'd known this had been coming. She moved her arm subtly next to the purse she'd been carrying, and Scizor was summoned with a flash of red. "For tough conversations, I need soone to tell if I'm slipping. I hope you understand." Scizor looked at with a few confused blinks, but settled into his role imdiately, fitting in behind Cecilia like a missing piece of the puzzle despite his clear, lasting ire toward her.
"Yeah, I get it." My words had too much power over her, after all. Each breath was tougher than the last. The effort to open my mouth, a herculean one that made sweat pour through the pores of my skin. My palm, already slick with sweat, slid against the wooden table. It was as if every instinct, every part of my body was screaming at not to do this, but it was too late. I had jumped off the taphorical plane, and now I could only hope I'd stick the landing. "So, um." Teeth sank into my cheek so hard I tasted tal. "Maylene likes . She's in love with ."
The tension was so thick you would choke on the air. "Did she confess to you?" Cecilia asked with rising anger.
"No. I just figured it out because of how she kept looking at ," I quickly said. God, the last thing I wanted was for Cecilia to bla Maylene for this. She relaxed, if only slightly. "Long story short, she… looked at in a way that only soone in love with would. I've worked it in my mind over and over, but that's the only way this situation makes sense to , even if I wish it wasn't real. But that's the thing, Cece. I don't— I don't see her like that."
"So? What did you say? She seed quite unphased this evening."
I licked the blood off my inner cheek and bounced my leg against the floor. "I don't like her like that," I repeated. "But I didn't say anything."
Cece's eyes widened, but then she broke into a sad smile. "...I figured it would co to this." Her legs uncrossed, and she rose from her chair.
I shot up from my seat. "Cece, let explain—"
She laughed. "Clearly you like her. You just don't realize it yet—"
"No! Listen to . I am dense, I admit it. I should have figured this out sooner and done sothing about it, but I know my heart. I know what it's like to love soone. I feel it every day with you. If I loved her, I would have told you. I'm laying all the cards on the table, aren't I?"
Narrowing her eyes at , Cecilia stayed there, her hand flat against the table as she contemplated leaving. Scizor hissed at her, telling her to say sothing, and she shook herself out of her stupor. "You're telling the truth. So then why?"
"Because I—" How I phrased this was going to be the difference between disaster and not. "Look, no matter what I say, I don't want you to change your plans to leave, okay? I need you to promise that."
Cecilia drumd her fingers on the table, but thankfully sat back down. "That depends on what you say. I can't in good conscience agree to that."
Scizor and I shared a look, and he nodded behind her. Good enough; he would push her to leave regardless. "Right now, I don't think I am capable of not rotting away in my bed in a depressive spiral if neither of you are here for ."
"I knew it." She angrily jabbed a finger in my direction. "I knew it was worse than you wanted to show—"
"Of course, Cece! Because I have to hide it, because you'd stay if I didn't and I want what's good for you!" Both of our tones were rising, edging close to the point of no return. Desperate to find a compromise, I gripped my shirt in an attempt to calm down. "And listen, I know this is selfish of . I know I'm kind of leading her on; I'll try to stop doing stuff that can be interpreted wrong. Maybe when you co back, I'll have gotten better and I'll be able to tell her that she should give up on ."
Another deep breath as she gathered the strength to answer and not fold with a soft, yet irritating buzz from Scizor. "Look at this situation. Really look at it. Tell that if things were reversed, you would be completely okay with this," she demanded, her voice a low, threatening whisper.
"Honestly? Yes, though I can't know because I'm obviously not in that situation, but I thought she had sothing for you and I wouldn't have minded you getting closer." I ant it from the bottom of my heart, too. If I knew she needed soone else, be it Chase, Maylene or anyone, I'd let her do it so long as it didn't get beyond that. Granted, just like her, maybe I'd start doubting, and it'd nag at until I broke. "At the end of the day, this is your decision. If you want to tell her no, I'll tell her. I'll tough it out for the weeks that you're gone. I'll have my parents, and Denzel is waking up soon."
Cecilia looked at ;
Shook her head;
Rose again.
"Oh, no. I understand."
I blinked, incredulous. "I told you it's not like that!" Was she really going to do this? "I don't like her. It's entirely platonic from my side, at least!"
"I… acknowledge this, as I acknowledge your right to crave her presence. As I said, I understand." She turned away from and strode toward our bedroom. I followed her, calling out her na louder and louder. "That doesn't an that I'm not hurt by it." She opened our closet and ransacked through her clothes, shoving them in tight bundles inside the bag lying next to the bed.
"Then ask . Ask to never see her again, and I won't!"
"No. If I have to ask you, Grace, you will grow to resent for it. If she can give you sothing I can't, then I have clearly failed sowhere along the line. I suffer for my sins. I suffer for waiting too long. It is what it is."
I scoffed, struggling to register what I'd just heard. "It is what it is? You can't just sum up this past year with an 'it is what it is' just because you like to distance yourself from things that hurt you, Cecilia. You can't."
When she did not respond, I threw everything at the wall. Everything. Said I'd do anything to keep her, said that we were leaving soon anyway and that the crush would fade, that I would rebuild myself, that I thought Maylene liked her instead, forgetting I'd already told her, that I would block her—
"No need. She shouldn't suffer because of us. The decision has been made, no matter what you do. Do a favor and help her with her father when I'm in the wild. I will keep helping her until then; do not tell her about this, she will bla herself."
"W—what? That makes no fucking sense! You're speaking in tongues right now!"
Did she want not to talk to her, or did she want to help her? I couldn't wrap my head around her thought process. So then, desperate to cling to her, to understand her, I gave in to anger.
"Don't be all holier than thou, anyway. I saw it on your face when I told you!" I yelled so harshly my throat hurt. "You knew about this, and you didn't tell anything! This isn't just on !"
Mistake. Scizor stood in-between us, threatening with his claws, and I nearly let my powers flare up to get him the fuck away. Nearly.
"I know," she replied, zipping up her bag. Her shoulders hunched together and she kept not wanting to look at . "This isn't just on you. I never claid it to be. This is what I believe is best for the both of us."
"Then talk to —"
"I can't do that, because every ti I go against you I get the urge to drop to my knees and beg for your forgiveness, and I have grown tired of it." She shrunk as soon as she realized she'd raised her voice. "This isn't even just Maylene. This is just the straw that broke the Carupt's back. I can't take much more of this, or I'll lose myself forever. I'll just beco a puppet whose only goal is to please you."
I broke down into tears. "Are you saying I'm like Abel to you?"
Just when she'd been about to give the ti of day, Scizor bumped her back with a claw. "That's not— it's not what I said. Don't put words in my mouth."
I tried. Tried, tried, tried until I was empty. Nothing ever worked. I wish I could know what she was thinking so I knew exactly what to say to get out of this unscathed without breaching her privacy. Desperately, I threw in a last ditch effort when she was nearly gone.
"Is this it, then? Are you abandoning ? After everything?" I sobbed. Snot had joined in the mix; I must have looked terrible, but it didn't matter.
It was difficult to tell with how blurry everything looked, but her gaze softened. "I—I could never do that." She held out a hand toward my cheek. It froze in mid-air, and it retreated back at her side before it could touch . "I think it's best we… go on another break, Grace. Figure ourselves out."
"Don't do this. Don't do that thing where you take a drastic decision because it makes you feel in control, please," I begged, unable to stop the tears. "We can talk this out. Just tell what to do, and I'll do it. I'll fit into that Role." I collapsed on my knees at the entrance of our condo, unable to gather the strength to stand.
"You need this just as I do, love." She crouched at my side, grabbed my hand and placed it against her cheek after kissing it softly. "I love you, Grace. But loving you hurts, sotis." Her tone was as unwavering as a glacier, but tears were rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, but maybe this is for the best. Even if I want to rip out my tongue for saying such words." She stood back up, opening the door. "You can stay in the condo. I'll—" she sniffled, "sleep in a Center. Talk to the others; focus on your team; I'll have Chase to help . Again, I'm sorry."
The door slamd shut.
Yeah.
Against the floor, I stared at the ceiling.
"Did I just… get dumped?" She'd called it another break, but it felt so much more serious than that.
It was so quiet. I could only hear my heart, defeated and bleeding, against my ribcage, the blood pumping in my ears as the adrenaline slowly drained out of my body, leaving a tired heap barely able to twitch.
My ears started to ring until they encompassed everything within the confines of my head.
Today felt like it wasn't real.
"I gotta pick up Princess tomorrow."
My voice was so vacant it was barely audible.
Maybe sticking around with my parents for a while wouldn't be so bad.
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