Coward (Pokemon): #181 - I offer no excuses...
Title: Coward
Author: scarlet_ivy
Rating: G
Fandom: Pokemon
Pairing/s: Frantic-shipping: RubySapphire; Ruby-centric
Theme: #181 - I offer no excuses…
Genre/s: Angst
Words: 759
Summary: In the end, I always run from my mistakes and blame others for it. This time is no different.
Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon. -too lazy to think of cool and awesome disclaimer-
Note this is set in the pokespe manga
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Coward
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“W-What d-did you do…”
Crap. She saw me battle.
“Y-You were this strong?” She whispered. I stared at the ground before my feet, not daring to look at her face in fear of seeing the fear and disgust reflected in her features.
“Why?! Why did you lie to me?!” She cried, hurtful eyes directed at me. I ventured a look at her face, only to be captivated by her deep blue eyes that sparkled with unshed tears.
I tore my eyes away from her penetrating gaze. A dull ache could be felt in my chest. Strange, how a stupid barbarian girl could break down the walls I had so painstakingly built up around my heart so easily, when no one else could even tell I was any different.
‘She’s the one who chose to place her trust in me! I never asked her to be my friend!’ My mind screamed, trying to justify my actions, but I knew.
I was afraid.
“Answer me!” She demanded, voice trembling ever so slightly.
My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
A coward.
She huffed indignantly. “No matter. At least now we’ll have one more strong trainer on our side to battle against the enemy.”
I turned away from her, kneeling down to gather my things and leave.
She noticed my actions and lack of response. “Hey! Didn’t ‘cha hear what I just said? If you’re this strong, it’s natural that you should step forward to help!”
“I’m not interested. This place isn’t my home, nor is it important to me. I don’t know what’s happening, and I don’t care. Once I’ve won all the contests, I’ll return to Johto. The countryside just isn’t right for me,” I said dismissively. ‘Of course I will help you! I just wanted to pack up my things so that they don’t get dirty!’ I wanted to say. But I was still scared, scared that everyone would see my true nature.
The feral girl growled, and proceeded to rip her clothes off. The clothes that I had put so much effort into making for her. I flinched imperceptibly. To me, the outfit had signified the start of the tentative bond and respect between us.
My eyes widened and I covered my eyes with my hands as she stripped down to her underwear. “H-Hey, hey! Wha-”
“Even though we always fight when we meet, I thought that inside, you weren’t a bad guy at all… I really thought so,” she interrupted me.
I felt something soft and crinkled slap against my skin. I opened my eyes cautiously, to see the girl holding a piece of paper in front of my face. A closer inspection of the page revealed that it was the letter I had wrote to her when I had made the outfit for her. Now, however, the clothes were discarded, leaving her dressed in a similar leafy outfit, hastily made with branches and leaves around us, as when we had first met.
“And in gratitude for saving my life, I have altered my own change of clothes to fit you. Please remember to wear them!! I am sure you will look nice in them.”
“I was very… very happy when I read that. No one’s ever said that to me. But after your words, it all sounds so stupid now!”
She paused, waiting for me to respond. I remained silent. I didn’t know what to say. Actually, I did.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t mean it.
You’re my friend and I don’t want to hurt you.
I love you.
She stomped away furiously, and I did nothing to stop her. My muscled tensed and locked down; my mind froze; my body wouldn’t obey my commands.
Even now, I’m running away.
It wasn’t until she was long out of sight that my body started to react. My hand reached out, as if trying to catch her, but it was too late. Beside me, Nana whimpered softly, nudging her head against my hand. I could tell she was confused as to why I didn’t tell her the truth when I had so many chances to do so.
“In the end, every time, all I did was to try and blame someone else for my mistakes. She is - was I guess now - my second friend. There’s no use in burdening her with my past. That’s why… I didn’t tell her the truth,” I whispered quietly, hoping she would understand. The wind carried away my words, never to be heard by anyone else.
That’s why… I offered no excuses…
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