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We could be forever- chapter 3

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~Touya~

Well… I felt bad.

So fucking bad that I got sharp with my little brother that I went out and bought him the most expensive goddamn king size bed I could find and tipped movers extra just to get it to the house by tonight.

Kyouhei was… he was such a good kid, he always had been, and he didn’t deserve the things that had happened to him in the last few months (our dad dying, him not having much option but to move here to Unova, ect). It wasn’t his fault that things happened the way they did, but they did and that was that. I wished I could make him see… I wished I could make him understand that in life not everything was a day on the beach with a surfboard in your hand and a faithful pokemon at your side. Sometimes things just didn’t work out that way. Sometimes life was shit.

I had seen pain, and sadness, and remorse, and even death in the last two years. It had all fallen under my thumb as well, and sometimes it just wasn’t easy to cope with that. No matter how peaceful my life was right now, it truly would never be the same. Kyouhei was right when he said I changed… I had changed so much it actually hurt to remembering that once I was just an island boy like him.

Team Plasma had come not long after I started my pokemon journey two years ago, and it was at that frivolous time in my life that I experienced things far greater than most teenagers were able to. I was strong, arrogant, and sometimes irrational… but I had every reason to be. You see at that point in my life, no matter how many battles I suffered, and no matter how many wounded families I saw, it all had come down to one person. One shining reason to go on and make the journey that would save Unova.
I had done it all for N Harmonia Gropius.

Arceus I loved him so much. I loved him since the moment I saw him with my immature seventeen year old eyes. I had looked up at him (at the time he towered over me) and I had seen something surely not usual in a normal person’s eyes. He had been powerful, straightforward, and yet so mysterious it boggled me. I couldn’t be sure exactly what his part to play in my journey would be when I first met him, but of course I knew he fit in somewhere. I knew that we would be together—I knew that he would be mind one day.

He took me by the hand for a short summer, following me (or maybe I was following him) and taking me magical places I never thought I would dream of. The Chargestone cave, decorated in staticy blue gems and ripened black stone, thriving with colorful and friendly joltik that he called to him, chittering happily and listening to the way they “talked” back to him. Or the Dragon spiral tower, where I found that not only was I capable of climbing over ten flights of stairs in less than three minutes (running from grunts) but that I was also the only one in the region that would ever stand up to him. N was a beautiful monster… and I was his heroin. He kissed me on the ferriswheel in Nimbasa. At Twist mountain he held me, a long cold night in the higher altitude, stroking my hair because I had fallen very ill, and in those conditions it was all you could truly do. He had grabbed me by the waist in Opelucid City and made mind-blowing sweet love to me while the pouring rain and thunder outside our hotel room window blocked our cries. It was the most fearsome storm I had ever been in and yet the thunder and the lightening had fueled our bodies into perfect harmony that night... the night before I made my way to the pokemon league, and ultimately wound up battling him in the end.

He let me win… that’s the only reason why I was the hero this region thought I was…

But then he left…

With nothing but a peck on the lips he turned and walking out of my life forever, leaving me stranded, alone, hopeless… in love.

Love is powerful thing...

But how was I supposed to convince Kyouhei of that? He wouldn’t listen because he was stubborn and young, without any desire to be in love at all. He may not even know it yet, but there was a sort of invisible sign around his neck that told intimacy to get away from him. He was a repellant to love and I knew that trying to get him to sympathize with me was impossible. He just wouldn’t understand why I fell in love in the first place. But since he had never felt it, it’s not like I could try and explain it either.

Sometimes I felt like no one would understand…

Except N of course, who had sent me letters for a year with no return address, telling me he loved me, that he would never stop, but not allowing me to write him back or even know where in the goddamn world he was. I saved all those letters as well, worshiping them every day of my life until they came to an abrupt stop a couple months ago—and without any reason to stay with my mother’s address anymore, that’s when I decided to move out.

I sighed heavily, walking up the porch to my house and reaching for the knob. It shouldn’t be unlocked of course, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Kyouhei ran to the beach again and left it unlocked. Leave it to him to let someone break in; he always had a habit of not locking doors.

“Kyouhei!” I called, trying to sound normal as I stepped through the entryway, my feet scuffling slightly on the sand that lay dusted over the hardwood. I sighed under my breath, trying not to let a little sand bother me, but wondering if perhaps bringing my beach bum brother into this world wasn’t the best idea. Not that I would ever kick him out or tell him to leave, just that he was going to have a seriously hard time adjusting to this place.

“Hmm!?” His strange island voice called back to me, making me feel like I was looking in a sort of mirror of my own past. I used to sound like that… I used to have the same kind of island atmosphere… but the cities of Unova had completely wiped that side out of me.

“Hey…” I walked swiftly towards his voice in the house, heading in the direction of his bedroom where I found him sitting against the windowsill, just staring out into the mountains beyond our house. I knew he was looking through the trees, trying to see the only beach that we had around here, which was relatively secluded and lonely.

“Hey kid.” I took a deep breath, leaning against the doorway as he turned and looked at me, his large brown eyes looking tired.

“I’m sorry.” He stated, but I could tell that was all he planned on saying.

“I’m sorry too.” I dipped my head slowly to him.”I wish I could make things easier for you… so… what do you want to do?”

He turned his head slowly back out to the window, looking as if he were suddenly ten thousand years old in this modern house in this modern city in this whole freaking modern region. He was just… a sort of old soul who didn’t look forward at all. He only looked back.

“Sleep...” He finally murmured, ignoring the fact that there was no bed in his room yet—it was still being delivered this afternoon.

“Go sleep in my bed.” I shrugged, turning and moving to leave the empty new room. If there was anything I knew about Kyouhei, it was that when he was upset it was best to leave him alone, and so that’s what I did, stopping only to remind him of my pudgy eccentric friend coming tomorrow. “Oh and… Bianca is coming tomorrow with a pokemon for you…”

“Are you trying to get me to go on a journey?” He asked me, just loud enough so that I heard him out the doorway. I stopped, concerned and turning back to see him pouting stubbornly.

“If you want me to leave I will go back to Tilt.”

My heart sank. “No… Kyouhei, you know I don’t want you to leave. I’m happy you are here… I—I just know that you don’t like it here. I’m trying to make things easier for you but you don’t seem to understand.”

The last thing I wanted my little brother to think was that I didn’t want him around. It was such a lie considering we were best friends growing up; and yet I hated to see him this way that if he wanted to go back to the island I would let him. This Kyouhei was not the fizzy dare-devil child that I once knew, but rather a depressed moping heap of angst. All I could hope for was that he would come to his senses soon and realize that this situation could be a good thing.

But looking at him… I saw a dilapidated flower, begging for the sun and the gentle rain and the lapping ocean shores around him. He was craving that sun-bleached white sand between his toes and his hair blowing in the breeze. The poor kid…

“You know what I don’t understand most?” He sighed, unable to look at me and staring out the window. “Why our parents got divorced in the first place…”

I didn’t want to watch that flower die inside him anymore; I wouldn’t… if I could help it. Gently I came forward, taking a deep breath and setting myself at his side, cross-legged and staring out the window as an early spring breeze rustled leaves about the neat little mountain terrain from Kyouhei’s window.

“I can’t be sure…” I told him. “They were very good at hiding things…but I do know that they only wanted the best for us. Do you remember how often they were fighting?”

Kyouhei nodded slightly. “Every time Mom left the island, Dad thought she was cheating on him.”

I blinked, wondering how two people could have so little faith in each other, but then remembering that N had stopped writing me a while ago and that… to be honest I was losing faith in him as well. Every day of my life I woke up wondering if maybe today would be the day I saw him again, or if my mother would call me saying that a letter came addressed to me, since I used to live under her address. Of course I hated this waiting, and it stung like a nettle thorn in my heart, but I couldn’t bear to stop believing… someday…

“Mom and Dad just weren’t meant for each other.” I murmured. “She was a tourist and Dad was deeply rooted to the island… like you.”

Kyouhei looked like he was caught between smiling sadly and downright crying. “You were always more like Mom…”

I perched my lips, considering this, and knowing that deep down he was right. My mother had been a flightless bird on the island, and after a while of that seclusion she realized that she had to spread her wings and fly—even if that meant leaving her husband and one of her son’s behind. I had gone with her, and thus I realized that yes, I was much more like out mother than Kyouhei was. Though I couldn’t say that he resembled much of our father either (the only thing they had in common was how much they loved the island.) Kyouhei was independent and vulnerable in a sense, and yet he was also the most rock solid person I had ever met.

“You know Kyouhei…” I shook my head, trying to discourage myself, but finding it very difficult. “Even if I’ve always been more like Mom… I don’t think that’s the reason I came to Unova in the first place.”

He looked at me in confusion. “Then why did you?”

N Harmonia Gropius I said to myself. That was my very reason. “Because I had a destiny to fill…” I told Kyouhei. “Because if I wouldn’t have made that decision then Team Plasma would have destroyed this whole region.”

“So you don’t regret anything?” He asked. “Nothing at all?”

My heart swelled with regret for losing the one person in this world that I loved so much it killed me to be apart from him. Regret for letting someone so powerful have that kind of control over me to begin with. And regret for not being able to tell my little brother the truth about how I fell in love and that’s why I was so different. Surely I was regretful of a lot of things… but what kind of example would I be setting if I let Kyouhei believe that?

I smiled cheerily. “I’ve had my ups and downs, but ultimately no. I don’t regret anything.”

He sniffed arrogantly at me, seeing through my pretense and shuffling away, pushing up against the ground and turning to leave. “I hate when you smile like that.” He grumbled. “I know you are lying when you smile like that.”

I sighed.

Just when I thought things were getting better…

………

~Hyuu~

“Have you seen him around?” I wondered, sprawled across Rosa’s bed with my head hanging down towards the floor. “He just moved in yesterday, I’m sure! This morning was the first time I saw him.”

Rosa dangled with me, though trying unsuccessfully to flick pieces of popcorn into her mouth as a movie played in the background—we weren’t watching it.

“Sounds like you want to have sex with him.” She scoffed. “Do you even know his name?”

“Kyouhei.” I said slowly, letting the sound roll off my tongue.

“What kind of name is that?”

“I don’t know…” I shrugged. “He looks like he is from an island.”

“Is he buff and or tan?” Rosa suddenly grew interested, quirking her head at me and enjoying the thought of foreign boys in her town—she had a serious taste for exotic accents and looks. Like one of her favorites features was a Sinnoh nose, which happened to be the ugliest bird beak kind of nose I had ever seen.

“He’s tan.” I scowled. “But not buff. He’s also pretty short, and has a crazy amount of hair.”

“Eew.” She rolled her eyes. “Like you?”

I stuck my tongue out at my childhood best friend, scrunching my nose up immaturely and shoving her gently—just enough so that she toppled over onto her head. I scrambled back up into the bed smoothly, flopping on my back and sighing again.

“Shit! The popcorn!”

“I’ve never been this interested in someone before, Rosa.” I ignored her cries as the bowl fell over her into head, scattering the little pale yellow puffs all over her carpet.

“No! You little fucker!” She gasped along with the sudden dramatic panting and squabbling. “Go! Bad!” she scolded her growlithe puppy, who shot out from under the bed to lick up the popcorn as fast as he could. I laughed, looking over the edge of her bed as she fought with the pokemon, shoving her fingers shamelessly into its mouth full of little white puppy teeth to dislodge a kernel.

“Poor thing.” I commented.

“Shuddap Hyuu, what were you saying anyways?”

I rolled lovingly into her massive piles of pillows, flipping one over my head and blushing a cheesy grin as she hopped up next to me and collapsed down.

“So you have a man crush.” She rolled her eyes. “So what? It’s probably because there isn’t anyone else our age in town.”

I nodded. “Maybe.” But not really…

Rosa filled up her cheeks with air and blew out dramatically, her long dark brown hair swishing against the blankets. “Now I wanna see this kid… we should go to beach. You said that’s where you saw him right?”

I pushed up and looked at her. “Really? It’s already like ten O’clock though.”

“Has your mom ever minded you being out late before?”

“Umm… yeah, actually.”

“HAH LAME.” She shoved me playfully. “Come on, we can say we are taking the little shit for a walk.”

I grinned. “At least you’re supportive.”

“Well… not exactly.” She got up and smoothed out her “hobo” (as she would call it) little cotton shorts. “If he’s hot then it’s not like I’m wasting my time right?”

I slapped a hand over my face. “Rosa, he’s shorter than you.”

She slumped dramatically. “How old is he?! Ten?”

“No. He’s probably our age. And you are tall too, so how can you justify that?”

She flipped me off, being particularly touchy about her height (since she was taller than me), and bending over to clip a leash onto the collar around her pokemon’s neck.

“Come on. Before I change my mind.”
awwww <3 poor Touya.... *sigh*

I hope it doesnt feel like time i going super slow for them, but understand the beginning of stories is where we get most of out information. Thats why we have Touya's POV here, to explain just how dramatic and... well beautiful his relationship with N was.

I also want to say that im very proud of the fact that N LET Touya win, since i have not heard of anyone coming up with that scenario at all~ :3

Hyuu is very open about his lovey-gayness.

XD any intro character Rosa~ she is not quite as sassy as Clair (and no one ever will be) but she had personality and i like that~


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Hey uh Wolfie sorry if I'm bothering you with this, but shouldn't it be mine in this line? "I knew that he would be mind one day."