Each Past 「Pokemon Watty Awards 2016」

Chapter 2 ♦ Fullmoon

♦ Dedicated to GoddessOfRandomness for being a fabulous artist, cover maker, writer, and most importantly, a crazy, yet deep, yet awesome friend that never hesitates to spam me with comments! XD You were actually one of the most important people that got my crazy side back, so arigatou, and stay fabu~!! ♦

Welcome to Chapter 2 of Each Past! :) I'm going to try to have an actual schedule with this, so how about every Friday? X3 However, exams (finals O.O) are coming, so it might have to be shifted to once every two weeks...

Also, I just wanted to say that this story is kinda inspired a little by Madoka Magica and quite a bit from Angel Beats. •w• I love these two animes... and Assassination Classroom. This chapter's inspired by it too.

:I do not own Pokemon or the images used in the cover, but the plot, personalities and the edited cover belongs to me. You may not copy, translate, or reproduce it in any form unless given permission by me, @NyxAbsol.:

With that, I hope you enjoy!

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A lonely place of heavenly residence.

A place where we disappear to once our work is done.

Where no one ever comes.

There's the occasional human sometimes, but no Pokemon has ever come.

Only once a year--- or when he's causing trouble---

---It's when I get to see my brother again.

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Cresselia

Not a single noise awaited me, the only sound reaching my ears being a noiseless wave of silence. 

The shadow that fell over the rocky surfaces in dappled waves seemed to grow deeper and larger. I felt a pair of piercing red eyes that stabbed through my soul, filled with nothing but contempt. My instincts forced me on guard in an instant, ready for a surprise attack that might have had hit me.

Then, still shrouded in his comforting veil of deafening silence, Darkrai— or Shadow, as Arceus sometimes called him—emerged. He didn't have a physical manifestation of his body unlike me; instead, he was a mass of dark tendrils of what seemed like smoky mist— each tendril born out of the curses and nightmares that he carried and soaked in.

I didn't have the strength to look him in the eye. I couldn't. This wasn't right at all— he wasn't supposed to bear these agonising punishments alone. The nightmares and curses that I had taken away from these slumbering Pokemon.

Every blessing was just a curse in disguise— and I couldn't do anything to help it. He had been cursed from the very beginning when he had chosen to help me.

Chosen to make my life colourful instead of his.

You stirred up trouble again, I see. As usual, there was no reply from the Pokemon opposite me. When are you going to stop doing this? You're only hurting yourself. 

It was a long time before the shadowy Pokemon— the guardian of nightmares— spoke up, his voice cold and harsh.

"I will win tonight," he said. "I do not care if you were once my sister. You were never a sister to me in my eyes."