Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

Tʜɪʀᴛʏ﹣Fɪᴠᴇ • Cᴀsᴛ Aᴡᴀʏ

Chapter Thirty-Five: Cast Away

"I never took into account that they would have such mental strength." Vela shook her head in disappointment. "I thought that these tests would be enough to break them. I apologise, Master."

Giratina didn't seem to express any anger at the former psychiatrist—instead, a gentle smile curled onto his face, making him look even more daunting than usual—it just wasn't right for the leader of the distortion world to flash such an expression.

"That is fine. Do not worry about it—none of us expected them to be able to do it," he reassured. "I do not blame you. The most important thing was to isolate Celeana all along—and you more than succeeded at that. Do not worry about the other two—Ryou and Quinn are no match."

The woman nodded in relief, but her gaze drifted to the ground—the feline that used to be her ally was laid out in the ground, eyes closed—rhythmic breaths signified that she was alive, that she would be fine, but she showed no sign of waking up soon.

She gestured at the unconscious Meowstic. "What about her?" she queried. "Wasn't she your subordinate? She was the one whom I worked with to form these traps, was she not? If so—what on Earth did you do to her...?"

A sigh rumbled in the Legendary's throat, and the Pokemon made his way over to the crumpled form on the ground before him. "It seems that I have forgotten to tell you this," he mused. "The puppeteer you see here is nothing but a puppet in the end."

Noticing his employee's confused expression, he carried on. "It may not have seemed that way, but that Pokemon was being swayed by my power. I do apologise for this sudden revelation—it was the only way at that time."

"In other words, I influenced every action that she made—if you would like to be harsh, you can call it some form of possession. Now that her role is over, she cannot do anything. I have released her from her pain—and if she chooses to join the opposition, it will not make much difference."

The blonde-haired woman stared down at her hands in disbelief—of course, she'd thought of the Master as someone more cruel than his subordinate, but she hadn't expected the Meowstic to be simply another Pokemon.

"She was acting against her will?" Vela's voice was soft in the face of absolute terror. "Then—then, does that mean that I, too—"

Giratina tilted his head back to face her—something far too unnatural and impossible for any regular Pokemon. His voice was warm; it contained emotion she never thought she'd see. "Who knows?" Shrouding his true intentions on purpose, he continued. "Going against one's intentions to achieve them in the end is sometimes necessary."

He made a proper turn so that there was no need to turn his head. "I try—and will try—my best to be a kind king," he informed. "I am doing all this so that everyone will be happy in the end—and not end up with a fate like mine because of the real world's hierarchy."

What he was doing wasn't as bad as others would make it out to be. Both his coworkers already had these emotions at the bottom of their hearts, no matter how much they wanted to admit they didn't—all he did was use those emotions to his advantage. If they didn't have those desires, then he would have never have been able to use them—and he wouldn't have wanted to taint innocent souls in the first place.

"Miss Enya, I suggest that you do not pay any attention to her." He spoke in a brisk, businesslike tone—as if he was trying to deny his sins and end the conversation as fast as he could. "I am giving her the choice to decide her fate."