A Dreamers Fate
Chapter 3: A Dreamers Fate
Rain, like tears from the endless drear of gray, showered the lake, the grass, the trees, the houses, the streets, the people. A figure walked alone along the road, as the early darkness of an overcast evening drew the rain into a glistening meld, only visible in the streetlights that dotted the edge of the street. This figure was a boy.
A boy with a birthday arriving in only a couple of weeks. He would be 16 then. And as the boy drew closer, it was seen that he lacked an umbrella, or any sort of protection from the rain pouring down upon him; immune to it's cold sting.
She went to him, like an obedient dog would go to it's owner. She embraced him from behind, pressing her face into that strange, wool poncho he always wore over his shirt. She loved him for everything she ever knew about him. Meil closed his eyes as Kyra's arms held themselves against him, in a gentle hug that seemed as though it would never end.
"I wondered where you were.", Kyra whispered. Meil smiled, tasting the sweet drops of content and happiness that tricked down his face. "Don't worry,", he replied softly. "I'm right here." He turned to face her. "Old romances still want to play?", he asked, brushing wet fur out of her eyes.
"I like to think of them as memories for the present, and future.", Kyra grinned. The street they stood on was bordered by the lake on each side. Going left would lead to Meil's small, lake-side neighborhood, while going right would lead to another neighborhood, which would eventually lead out to a country road.
A flock of Pelipper's swooped down onto the coastal sand bar, their wings tucked tightly under themselves as they endured the heavy onslaught of continuing rain. Kyra pushed back a lock of deep brown hair that had come loose from his ponytail, and stood on her tiptoes, so that their lips locked in yet another kiss of deep passion. There was no need for words.
The act of kissing was like another language they both learned to use; a way they could communicate their feelings to each other. Both Meil and Kyra supported each other with hands supporting backs, and paws supporting heads.
Meil didn't think it was possible to take kissing for granted; the feeling of her warm, soft lips against his always felt so new; so wonderfully brilliant. Their parting was like a wave goodbye, until the next time. Meil turned his head suddenly, as a shadow stirred out of the corner of his eye, he glanced towards a nearby streetlight. His mother and father stood under it, both holding umbrellas, and glaring at the pair of them.
The same way they always did when he and Kyra ever expressed more than simple friendship towards each other. But this might as well have been a darker version of their look. His mother had her arms crossed, and was scowling at her boots.
His father looked almost disgusted. Meil let go of Kyra's shoulders as he turned to confront his parents. This was the only, single thing that had been a problem since Meil had moved back to the home where he was born. It wasn't that his parents disliked Kyra, no.
But they disliked him and Kyra together. Meil had known this as soon as he'd seen their faces back at Nathan's house, where they'd first seen them kiss. And lately, his father would come into Meil's room when Kyra wasn't there, and asked Meil if he ever thought of having any human girlfriends. Though Meil stubbornly refused this prospect every time.
And later that same week, Meil had accidently let slip the hint that he and Kyra had all ready had sex too. Meil watched as the outline of his mother and father drew closer through the drizzling mist. "Meil,", his mother said, breaking the tension of the silence.
Her voice was unusually sharp and raised. "we've tried to tell you thousands of times; we don't think you and Kyra should be like this anymore." She said Kyra's name awkwardly, as if she'd choked on it slightly. Meil did not even try to argue, which was absolutely useless anyway in these situations.
Meil turned his back on them, and walked back to Kyra, who looked frightened and slightly confused; completely lost for words. Meil took Kyra's ears, and pushed them down, so she could not hear his parents as they began to show no mercy towards their logic.
His mother was armed with a thick, black book. The Bible of Arcues.
No.
He could not believe they would do this. He knew what it said. Human loving Pokemon, or vise-versa, was considered a sin; an immoral act upon a law. But Meil had stopped believing and obeying scripture years ago. His forbidden love drove his atheism through the prospect of his sin, shattering it to nothing.
Love was free. In the truth of the science, love was truly free. Something that cannot be stopped by the words written upon paper, or the beliefs etched upon minds full of delusions. Love was a free world, to be roamed without limits or bounds.
But he could not make his parents see. It was to late. Their minds were washed clean of any sense; any smidgen of disregard towards the gods and imaginary forces they obeyed. Meil glanced at the necklace on his mother's neck; a golden cross symbolizing a loyalty towards Arcues, and it's laws. He hated it.
Hated that these so-called "laws", were out to tear him and Kyra apart for good. But he would not let it happen.
Not once, not ever.
"Meil, you must think! Is she really who you want?!"
"Meil, we're begging you, please stop this at once."
"Meil, there is a law! You must respect that!"
"This isn't heathy, Meil! You must listen to sense!"
Meil suddenly whirled on the spot, letting go of Kyra's ears. His soaking face was flushed with rage, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "NO! I think you need to listen to sense! Because no matter what you say, or what you do, I will never, ever leave Kyra! Understand? And if you don't like it, then PISS OFF!"
And after a quick glance at his parents, who looked absolutely petrified, insulted, and furious, he grabbed Kyra's arm, and began shuffling down the street in the opposite direction, with Kyra being dragged behind, leaving his parents; of whom he always imagined to be kind, and understanding, to rot away in the frigid mist.
Kyra was crying, her face to covered in raindrops to tell by her eyes, but he could hear her breath stutter, and see her shoulders shake. "Kyra, you don't need to cry.", Meil soothed, embracing her. "B-But it's all my fault."
"No it's not. Don't be stupid."
"It is! If it wasn't for me; if I was a pretty human girl, your parents would accept you, and me! But I can't help it! I'm different!"
Meil smiled warmly at her, the early December rain speckling his glasses lens. "Kyra, I don't care anymore. I don't care if we're despised by every single person in existence. I would still love you until the very end. You would still be in my dreams until I draw my last breath." Kyra laughed a little, her sobs slowing, and becoming fainter.
"Oh, Meil. You're like a walking poetry book. Thank you. You always manage to cheer me up somehow." Meil looked out over the misted lake. "You know, I try.", he said humbly. Kyra kissed him again.
"You succeed."
:Authors Notes:
I don't give a f**k how short the chapter is; this is my personal favorite Meil/Kyra chapter so far. Ironicly, it's also the first one with them in it so far in this sequel. I put an unexpected amount of mushiness into the story.
I blame all those episodes of Strawberry Panic I watched on YouTube. Holy s**t, I'm such a sucker for good yuri animes. XD
Rain, like tears from the endless drear of gray, showered the lake, the grass, the trees, the houses, the streets, the people. A figure walked alone along the road, as the early darkness of an overcast evening drew the rain into a glistening meld, only visible in the streetlights that dotted the edge of the street. This figure was a boy.
A boy with a birthday arriving in only a couple of weeks. He would be 16 then. And as the boy drew closer, it was seen that he lacked an umbrella, or any sort of protection from the rain pouring down upon him; immune to it's cold sting.
She went to him, like an obedient dog would go to it's owner. She embraced him from behind, pressing her face into that strange, wool poncho he always wore over his shirt. She loved him for everything she ever knew about him. Meil closed his eyes as Kyra's arms held themselves against him, in a gentle hug that seemed as though it would never end.
"I wondered where you were.", Kyra whispered. Meil smiled, tasting the sweet drops of content and happiness that tricked down his face. "Don't worry,", he replied softly. "I'm right here." He turned to face her. "Old romances still want to play?", he asked, brushing wet fur out of her eyes.
"I like to think of them as memories for the present, and future.", Kyra grinned. The street they stood on was bordered by the lake on each side. Going left would lead to Meil's small, lake-side neighborhood, while going right would lead to another neighborhood, which would eventually lead out to a country road.
A flock of Pelipper's swooped down onto the coastal sand bar, their wings tucked tightly under themselves as they endured the heavy onslaught of continuing rain. Kyra pushed back a lock of deep brown hair that had come loose from his ponytail, and stood on her tiptoes, so that their lips locked in yet another kiss of deep passion. There was no need for words.
The act of kissing was like another language they both learned to use; a way they could communicate their feelings to each other. Both Meil and Kyra supported each other with hands supporting backs, and paws supporting heads.
Meil didn't think it was possible to take kissing for granted; the feeling of her warm, soft lips against his always felt so new; so wonderfully brilliant. Their parting was like a wave goodbye, until the next time. Meil turned his head suddenly, as a shadow stirred out of the corner of his eye, he glanced towards a nearby streetlight. His mother and father stood under it, both holding umbrellas, and glaring at the pair of them.
The same way they always did when he and Kyra ever expressed more than simple friendship towards each other. But this might as well have been a darker version of their look. His mother had her arms crossed, and was scowling at her boots.
His father looked almost disgusted. Meil let go of Kyra's shoulders as he turned to confront his parents. This was the only, single thing that had been a problem since Meil had moved back to the home where he was born. It wasn't that his parents disliked Kyra, no.
But they disliked him and Kyra together. Meil had known this as soon as he'd seen their faces back at Nathan's house, where they'd first seen them kiss. And lately, his father would come into Meil's room when Kyra wasn't there, and asked Meil if he ever thought of having any human girlfriends. Though Meil stubbornly refused this prospect every time.
And later that same week, Meil had accidently let slip the hint that he and Kyra had all ready had sex too. Meil watched as the outline of his mother and father drew closer through the drizzling mist. "Meil,", his mother said, breaking the tension of the silence.
Her voice was unusually sharp and raised. "we've tried to tell you thousands of times; we don't think you and Kyra should be like this anymore." She said Kyra's name awkwardly, as if she'd choked on it slightly. Meil did not even try to argue, which was absolutely useless anyway in these situations.
Meil turned his back on them, and walked back to Kyra, who looked frightened and slightly confused; completely lost for words. Meil took Kyra's ears, and pushed them down, so she could not hear his parents as they began to show no mercy towards their logic.
His mother was armed with a thick, black book. The Bible of Arcues.
No.
He could not believe they would do this. He knew what it said. Human loving Pokemon, or vise-versa, was considered a sin; an immoral act upon a law. But Meil had stopped believing and obeying scripture years ago. His forbidden love drove his atheism through the prospect of his sin, shattering it to nothing.
Love was free. In the truth of the science, love was truly free. Something that cannot be stopped by the words written upon paper, or the beliefs etched upon minds full of delusions. Love was a free world, to be roamed without limits or bounds.
But he could not make his parents see. It was to late. Their minds were washed clean of any sense; any smidgen of disregard towards the gods and imaginary forces they obeyed. Meil glanced at the necklace on his mother's neck; a golden cross symbolizing a loyalty towards Arcues, and it's laws. He hated it.
Hated that these so-called "laws", were out to tear him and Kyra apart for good. But he would not let it happen.
Not once, not ever.
"Meil, you must think! Is she really who you want?!"
"Meil, we're begging you, please stop this at once."
"Meil, there is a law! You must respect that!"
"This isn't heathy, Meil! You must listen to sense!"
Meil suddenly whirled on the spot, letting go of Kyra's ears. His soaking face was flushed with rage, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "NO! I think you need to listen to sense! Because no matter what you say, or what you do, I will never, ever leave Kyra! Understand? And if you don't like it, then PISS OFF!"
And after a quick glance at his parents, who looked absolutely petrified, insulted, and furious, he grabbed Kyra's arm, and began shuffling down the street in the opposite direction, with Kyra being dragged behind, leaving his parents; of whom he always imagined to be kind, and understanding, to rot away in the frigid mist.
Kyra was crying, her face to covered in raindrops to tell by her eyes, but he could hear her breath stutter, and see her shoulders shake. "Kyra, you don't need to cry.", Meil soothed, embracing her. "B-But it's all my fault."
"No it's not. Don't be stupid."
"It is! If it wasn't for me; if I was a pretty human girl, your parents would accept you, and me! But I can't help it! I'm different!"
Meil smiled warmly at her, the early December rain speckling his glasses lens. "Kyra, I don't care anymore. I don't care if we're despised by every single person in existence. I would still love you until the very end. You would still be in my dreams until I draw my last breath." Kyra laughed a little, her sobs slowing, and becoming fainter.
"Oh, Meil. You're like a walking poetry book. Thank you. You always manage to cheer me up somehow." Meil looked out over the misted lake. "You know, I try.", he said humbly. Kyra kissed him again.
"You succeed."
:Authors Notes:
I don't give a f**k how short the chapter is; this is my personal favorite Meil/Kyra chapter so far. Ironicly, it's also the first one with them in it so far in this sequel. I put an unexpected amount of mushiness into the story.
I blame all those episodes of Strawberry Panic I watched on YouTube. Holy s**t, I'm such a sucker for good yuri animes. XD