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Chapter 9 ♦ Fairytale

♦ Dedicated to Sheare for being that mature, helpful person who provides valuable insight on life. Your writing is amazing and inspiring--it's no wonder NWA is my favourite book on here. You have a wonderful personality too--you're a great friend, even though we haven't talked that much--but ahh you're fabulous. ...and yes, it's just a coincidence that the last chapter was dedicated to your waifu--I mean Vani cOUGH ♦

I actually managed to write this in less than one month :oo Are you proud of me? xD Anyway, this chapter is sort of based off Assassination Classroom.

: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.:

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❝ I'm just

so much weaker

than I make myself out

to be. ❞

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Jirachi was still ignoring me.

Sure, she hadn't broken her promise of supporting me, but it was clear that she angry. She'd avoided me at any chance she got, and whenever I tried to talk to her, she'd just reply with a simple, monotonous yes or no.

Despite the fact that I was getting tired of her temper, I did feel concerned for the smaller Pokemon. The wish-granter that I had once associated the term cheerfulness with was now falling into a state of depression, lashing out at every word of concern that I gave and withdrawing further into a destructive shell.

Still, I had to give her time to heal; and perhaps, waiting was the only way to restore her former personality.

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"The next line is 'Estranged togetherness for far too long, and a line must be drawn between their names.'"

Jirachi's voice was flat, and the once cheerful glint in her eyes had dwindled to dull, empty nonexistence, causing her sparkling optics to change to a more apathetic appearance.

"So, Cresselia—"she spat my name in a hollow, harsh tone—"Do you have any idea of what this line means?"

Flinching at her disgruntled accentuation, I tried to brush my concern inside, replacing that very worry with a one-track mind for coldhearted logic.

"I do not get the first phrase," I replied, masking my perturbed tone with a more business-like one and speaking as fast as my pronunciation allowed. If Jirachi needed space and time, I would give her that. For now, our relationship would be nothing closer than a pair of business associates. '"Estranged' and 'togetherness' are two completely different words. It's a complete paradox."

There was a moment of silence, the tension so thick that it was almost as if there was a virulent cloud of fog that hung around our surroundings, crawling into my throat and restraining my breathing.

At last, Jirachi glanced up, dark eyes lacking her former gleam. "I guess it would mean that whatever we're looking for comes in a pair."

"Right, I agreed." "Maybe these creatures—whether they're Pokemon or human—aren't supposed to be together, but they've defied fate."