Aftermath of the Aftermath
A lone figure stood on one of the numerous beaches around Sunyshore City, leaning against a cliff face. Anyone who noticed the sunset reflecting off of him would probably recoil immediately. Everyone knew who he was, and nobody liked it.
His hair was short, steel-blue, and in thick hairspikes. He was about as tall as an Arcanine (six feet), and leaned against the rocky cliff with his arms crossed. His face betrayed no emotion whatsoever. He was wearing black pants, and a gray jacket that mostly covered his white shirt. The sleeves on this jacket were black, and there were two gray stripes running around the jacket itself.
These stripes crossed over another pattern – it seemed to be the top half of a round-edged rectangle going around the back and sides of the jacket. A stylized image resembling the letter G was positioned on the jacket, near his left arm. A bigger version of it appeared on the jacket’s back. His face was narrow and pale, with protruding cheekbones. His gray, almost lifeless eyes stared ahead, not looking like they were doing anything.
Cyrus was, apparently, lost in thought. He was watching the sun set for no reason other than it was something to do.
It had been roughly two months since he’d left Treasure Town for the last time. Without meaning to, he often found mind wandering off to the Persian and Raichu he had first met a good ten years ago. Such is the effect after having experiences like that, I suppose.
That wasn’t like him – usually people he no longer knew faded out of his mind. The exception to this rule being his sister, and now Kris and Caro.
He was left thinking about this until the sound of talking reached his ears. Immediately, Cyrus became aware of the present universe (which he could live with at this point) again. Those voices sounded familiar.
As the voices got louder and eventually stopped, he glanced upwards.
A couple of teenage children were grinning at him from on top of the cliff. One of them was a boy, brown hair in a short ponytail, the other a girl with longer, blonde hair. They got up and scrambled down a natural ramp a little ways away, going as quickly as they could on the rocky surface without getting seriously hurt.
“Oi! Helio!” Caro shouted as they scrambled down the beach, eventually skidding to a halt in front of him. “We missed you. A lot.”
“And being in Treasure Town was a pain anyway.” Kris frowned. “Everyone kept commenting about where we were and where that old Alakazam in the corner of town went.”
“We told them he transported himself to a different universe to follow under a lunatic Mesprit,” Caro laughed. “They didn’t believe us. So we came here.”
“And how did you do that?” Cyrus asked.
“Somehow the Legendaries knew we didn’t really want to be in Treasure Town anymore and they sent another Arcanine.” Kris replied.
A lone pink and blue figure observed the reunion from the Celestial Screening Room. When the girl spoke, Mesprit smiled – a genuine, real, happy smile – and wrapped her tails about her, letting the ‘film’ continue as stars continued to sparkle on the dark walls.
Twenty minutes later, the most absurd traveling group in the history of serious fanfiction were all sitting on the cliff face on which Caro and Kris were perched earlier.
“Well, that was fun.” Kris sighed. “I can’t wait until Giratina snaps.”
Caro shook his head. “You, my dear Kristopher, have some serious issues.”
Caro and Kris started laughing. They continued for the next few minutes to do just that, laugh, until they both paused for breath. While they did, they heard a soft snort.
The two children fell silent immediately. Kris turned to Cyrus, who was sitting next to her. She smiled wryly at the older man; her expression had 'You're busted!' written all over it. Crossing her arms, Kris gave the impression that she had just won a bet.
“You really shouldn’t stare at people like that,” Cyrus said in his own special little monotone. “It is considered extremely rude in most cultures.”
And all three of them started laughing all over again.
Metal Coat; END
... And oh look! Cyrus quoted Willy Wonka too! :3
At least it's over now.
In an, er, completely unrelated story, this is my 900th post.