Day ??? 22:30
FINISH!
Spoiler! :
“THERE! 32 tracks, 32 points, 32 victories! I beat you ALL! Now stop partying and go the HELL to sleep!”
Lucis looked at his roommates and their invited friends, determined. They had been partying in the room for 3 hours now, and he risked to be expelled just because these idiots couldn't stop. They had then made the mistake of challenging him to a Mario Kart DS online game, saying that they wouldn't stop until he defeated all 7 of them on all the tracks of the game.
But to their surprise, Lucis had been much better than they had expected.
“One moment, Cabeça de Coño,” one of them said, angering Lucis even more. The boy didn't speak Spanish fluently, but he understood it flawlessly, and he knew what this expression meant.
“You won, but we should celebrate your victory, no?”
All the others smiled and began to cheer for Lucis in the most horrid fashion he had ever seen.
“First off, it's Lucis, pronounced like Lu and Kiss. Second, yeah, no, I don't need no freakin' celebration, just get the heck out of my–”
The teenager could not finish his sentence: a bin was suddenly smashed on his head, and all seven boys around him began pushing him across the room, while chanting like morons. Lucis' head was spinning, but he did his best to keep his calm.
No. He would not. He would not get angry. Not angry. Not angry. If he did… They'd all suffer.
“But I want them to suffer. They deserve to suffer. They deserve to–”
No. He would not let it happen to them. Not like this. It was too easy.
“Whoooooo, Party Hard in this joint! C'mon guys, let's head back to my room! Later, Cabeça de Coño!”
Lucis slowly removed the bin from his head, a murderous expression on the face. At this very moment, a girl his age entered in the room, visibly concerned. Emma.
“Lucis? Are… are you alright? I heard some–”
“I'M GONNA KILL THEM ALL!! I HATE THEM! I HATE THEM ALL!”
The sudden scream took her by surprise, but she still approached, trying her best to calm down the enraged boy.
“No, please, Lucis! Just calm down! I'll call someone! Just stay here and cool your head, okay? You'll be fine. Don't hurt anybody.”
A mad light dancing in his eye, Lucis nodded before turning to the wall and slowly bashing his head against it, imagining that he'd destroy every single of his hated enemies with every hit. He barely heard the door close as his friend left the room.
He hated them. All he had ever done was doing what he liked. Reading, playing video games and chatting with the few yet amazing friends he had here were the only things he had ever done. Why? Why were they so mean? Was it because he was dark-skinned? Was it because teachers liked him?
Nonono. His brother was also dark-skinned, and yet he had much less problems that he did. Plus, other students were appreciated by the teachers, yet they weren't being bullied. Was it because he was perceived as young and helpless? That could be a reason. Plus, he was used to racism, it wasn't the reason he felt so... angry.
Looking to the side, Lucis realized that a big spider had been staring at him the entire time. It was hanging from the ceiling.
The teenager smiled rather creepily. Well... This was one way he could cool off, wasn't it?
With utmost care, the boy took the wiggling arachnid in his hand before immobilizing on the ground. He pulled out a small pincer out of his pocket and proceeded to slowly and methodically tear off each of the spider's legs until only one remained.
Yeeeeeees. Seven legs out. He'd take his time, destroying them one by one, or all together. No need to rush. He'd find a way to get his revenge. Slowly.
“Die, die, we all pass away.
But don't get a frown, 'cause it's really okay.
You might try and hide, and you might try and pray,
But we all end up, the remains of the day.
Ya, ya, ya, yaya, ya,ya...”
Lucis chuckled as the spider attempted to get away from him. Yes. They'd be helpless. Just as carefully as he brought the animal to the ground, he squashed it under his foot and waited. A few minutes later, Emma entered in the room, frowning as she spotted the remains of the dead arachnid. The principal of the school behind her.
“What happened here?” he said, looking around. “Why is the trash scattered in this room?”
“Ohhhhhhh, she brought the principal. Heheh. Lucky.”
“That may be because a bin has been shoved on my head, while the seven idiots who put it on me decided to push me around with it, sir. Also, they were partying here despite the curfew preventing them to do so. They put the bin in my head because I tried to prevent them to do so.”
The Principal frowned, far from happy.
“Christ, here we go again. Lead me to them, please, Lucis. I'm really sorry this happened to you in my establishment, but I'd like to talk to them at least.”
“Oh. But of course I know exactly where they are...”
A few minutes later, the trio was waiting in front of another room, inside of which loud music could be heard.
"PAPA l'AMERICANO!"
The Principal forcefully made his way inside, along with a loud “WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!” The man continued, explaining how intolerable their behavior was, and how they'd have to be expelled from England and brought back to their respective countries for being unable to respect the rules that had clearly been established to them several times.
Lucis smiled internally. Seven targets down. No more to go.
The teenager came back to his room and, helped with his friend Emma, attempted to clean it as much as he could. A few minutes later, one of the expelled boys entered.
“You're a boot licker, Cabeça de Coño.” was the first hateful sentence he uttered.
Ah! A verbal joust? Now that was something he could handle.
“Why would I lick boots as clean as the Principal's?” Lucis replied. “They're entirely opposed to yours! Then again, maybe that's why you put a bin over my head. Maybe you believed that I could roleplay trash as well as your sorry ass can, am I right, atontado?!”
The following sadistic laugh did it: the boy walked towards Lucis, determined to strike him. A carnivorous smile appeared on the latter's face. This was exactly what he wanted.
Walking towards his enemy as well, the teenager blocked the punch that came to him with his own hand before violently kicking his foe in the stomach. He fell on his knees, barely able to breath.
“You know,” Lucis said, grabbing his enemy by the hair, “This reminds me of summers in the Arcade. Playin' Whack-A-Mole! You wait 'till the cute little mole pops its head up, then comes the best part. You… WHACK IT!”
Joining words with action, Lucis smashed the teenager's head against the wall with a dreadful BAM sound.
“WHACK IT!” BAM. “WHACK IT!!” BAM. “WHACK IT!!!” BAM. “Aaaaaaaaaaand…! WHACK IT!!!!” BAM.
The teenager fell on the ground, crying tears of pain. Lucis laughed out loud, his rising anger slowly turning into sadistic pleasure.
"So you like to call be Cabeça de Coño, eh? Well, let me put this in a way you'll understand." Lucis kicked his enemy's butt as hard as he could. "I'm about to blow my load all over your insides! NO HOMO, AHAHAHAHAHA!"
“Lucis, arrête ça tout de suite!!”
Emma punched her friend on the cheek and pulled him into a hug before he could protest.
“Arrête. Tu avais promis.”
"Laisse-moi! Laisse-moi jouer au foot avec sa fuckin' tête!!"
"Arrête d'être un monstre!!"
Lucis' anger slowly died out and he looked on the side, ashamed.
“...They asked for it. And we both know I can't control my anger.”
“Yes. And you know why that is? You like your anger."
"I don't! I... I never liked what I did to my brother! I hated myself for it!"
"But this isn't your brother, and you're enjoying it! I told you to stop torturing bugs, didn't I? and here you did it again!”
Darn. She found the legs.
“Uh... Spiders are–”
“I know, they're arachnids. I don't care. No bugs, no arthropods, no animals. Stop torturing living beins.”
The Spanish teenager rose from the ground, took the suitcase he has brought and ran away, but Lucis and Emma couldn't care less about him at this very moment.
“You know what, Lucis? Tomorrow, you'll tell me everything you know about the Elf Wars.” A gentle smile appeared on the boy's face.
“You… You're gonna watch me play Megaman Zero again? Really?”
“Well, I did say I liked the story. But that's only if you stop. Torturing. Animals. Neverdo that again. Got it?"
"Except in video games?"
"Except in video games. Especially bugs and arthropods.”
Lucis frowned.
“I… I promise I'll do my best. But… why these specifically?”
“...Because they're cute.”
Day A5, 1:45 P.M.
“T-Twinkiel, wake up! We've got a big problem!”
The Flaaffy opened his eyes and sat on Fleedjio's back, still sleepy. The dragon wasn't moving at all… was he on the ground already?
“Qu'est-ce que tu veux?” Twinkiel spat grumpily. “T'as pas intérêt à m'avoir réveiller pour rien, mec! La guillotine t'attends, sinon!”
Zulu stared at his friend, confused.
“Twinkiel,” Fleedjio intervened, “There's no time for gibberish! Focus!”
“That wasn't gibberish, stupid.”
Twinkiel froze. The well-known voice was instantly recognized, and its owner was apparently right next to the Flaaffy.
“...It was French, his native language. But wow, I had no idea the Humans had sooooooooo many languages under their belt! Like, how do you guys even understand yourselves?”
The baby-sized body of Hoopa appeared next to Twinkiel, his eternal grin stuck on the face.
“...Darn it. Darn it darn it darn it, NO, not in front of the others!”
“No choice, I guess. We're happy to see him again anyway, aren't we?”
“You bet! ...But really not in front of–”
Twinkiel's eyes widened. Looking in the side, he realized that yes, Fleedjio was indeed resting on the sandy ground, but Raikou and Articuno were next to him, along with their respective group members. They were all staring at Hoopa, who was happily rubbing his cheek against Twinkiel's wool.
“...Oh, crapbaskets.”
“I'd rather say crud, but yeah. Pretty much.”
“Ohmergush! That wool, man!” Hoopa suddenly exclaimed, sighing gleefully. “Dude? When you become my personal slave, I'm shaving that thing off and making a pillow out of it.”
Twinkiel rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, but on the other side of the bet, if you become my prisoner, Pumpkin, I'm commercializing it. And you're getting a pillow anyway.” That made Hoopa laugh.
“Oh, you still think your side can win? Yeah, we'll see I guess. You sure you still don't wanna join mine?”
“Nah, man. They exist,” Twinkiel added, nonchalantly pointing at his silent comrades of the Resistance. “And no offense, but you can't top them.”
“But I have all the fun stuff! Those flame and toxic orbs are SO amazing for torturin' time, you've no idea.”
“Wait, what?!” Twinkiel and Hoopa gazed down at Riley, slightly surprised.
“You're the monster who did this to Articuno?!”
The Flaaffy and his devious friend raised an eyebrow at the same time.
“Nu-huh!” the latter replied. "D'you think she would've been able to even fly away if I had tortured her? No, I took care of Xerneas. Though the orbs part was a reference to Latias.”
A united gasp from the members of the Resistance was heard.
“...Oh snap. I gave him torturing tips. Oh god.”
“...Meh. Always prefered Latios anyway.”
“NOT the point!”
“Oh, and speakin' of her, she gave me everythin' I needed, so I released her. She's currently... crawling her way back to the Shrine of Safety, so you might want to hurry up and treat her wounds.”
Tender smile.
“...Especially her beautiful ex-wing.”
“Twinkiel…? Get… Get away from this guy, he's creeping me out.”
Hoopa turned his head to Zulu, and frowned, tightening his embrace with the Flaaffy.
“Is that another friend of yours? Oooooow, my feelings! And here I thought I was the only one in your heart!”
“Pff! We both know you're not. You're havin' some tight competition, unfortunately."
"Heheh. Tight. Gotta go fast, then. Race to win?"
"Race to win." The duo performed an evil brofist before Twinkiel realized that he wasn't alone this time.
"So, um, aside for obviously provoking my friends here and… take advantage of my body, no homo, what's your business here again?”
“Oh! Right. I almost forgot. Basically I just wanted to see if Yveltal had joined you guys already, or if he was still a rogue. He… He and that Riolu over there kinda helped Articuno escape. Spoiler alert.”
Twinkiel was the only one surprised by the news, as it seemed that everybody else had been informed.
“And the second reason was… Uhh… Oh, yeah, that was Latias, but I already told you. Also, Twink? Careful with your next steps in the wilds. I just found myself an Omega.”
Twinkiel shivered, but forced himself to grin.
“How exciting! Is he alone for now?”
“Yeah! And long story short, he's a prototype. The better version's idea is pretty much to go around and make people go maverick, Sigma-style. Definitely wouldn't want you involved with that yet, it wouldn't be fun.”
"Well, technically, i'm already half maverick, so that helps."
"True."
The duet stopped talking, gazing at each other.
“NOW. SHOCK THE BASTARD.”
Hoopa suddenly vanished, the very same second Twinkiel unleashed his Enel Impact.
“DARN IT!”
“HAH! I knew it! I win!” Twinkiel sighed. “See you at the next edition of Verbal Trick Showdown. I'll be the winner next time, Pumpkin.”
“Dream on, Twink!”
Hoopa delivered a final gaze at Zulu and pouted.
“...He's mine.”
And with that, the little demon disappeared.
Twinkiel sighed once again and jumped from Fleedjio's back. He walked away from everyone and sat on the ground.
“Well that was kinda tense, even for me,” were his first words. “So… Go on. Ask away, or shout away, I guess, either way works. Mommy always told me some of my friends were weird, anyway.”
“...Twinkiel?” Fleedjio asked after a long silence. “When Hoopa attacked me, in Greatwood Jungle… he attacked you too, didn't he?”
“Um, not really. I attacked him, then we kinda… hugged, and played a few games for a five hours.” The dragon frowned. “What kind of... games?”
“Um… We'd chat about stuff for a while. Or sing. And while I was distracted, he'd try to move one of his hoops to cut off one of my limbs. If I saw the hoop, we'd reset. If I didn't, well, he'd keep going until all of my limbs are cut off. I managed to win, so we kinda became… uhh… friends.”
“You're crazy,” Jewels intervened, shaking her head. “You're completely nuts.”
“Twinkiel,” Raikou intervened, you can't possibly be friends with someone like Hoopa. He's way, way too dangerous.”
“Funny, he told me that, too. And I know. We've been in each other's minds for a few hours. To him, a friend is a pleasant toy that's fun to have around for a while, and when it becomes boring, he gets rid of it. Currently, I'm that toy. Which is totally something I can take advantage of. I told him, I told Mewtwo, and I'm telling you: my loyalty lies here, with the Resistance. He can't top you guys. I know, I'm… I'm insane. I didn't choose to be, I can't help it. But if I can take advantage of this insanity to a cause like saving the world…”
The Flaaffy smiled gently.
“I might be able to make up for it, right? I mean, didn't he just told us he freed Latias? You think he would've told me, told us, if I wasn't his newly find toy?”
Twinkiel wished they took the other, much more worrying news Hoopa revealed as insane banter. he didn't entirely understood it himself anyway.
“Yeah, but see, there's a big problem there,” Jewels once again intervened. “You enjoy being insane, we can clearly see that. So how are we supposed to trust a guy like you? You didn't tell anybody you had a link with this… demon!”
Twinkiel's eyes widened.
“You like your anger, Lucis.”
Spoiler! :
The Flaaffy rose up, his rising passion taking the best of him.
“Of course I didn't. It was exactly to prevent this situation from happening. And you know what? You don't know what it feels like. You don't have the SLIGHTEST IDEA of what it means to be constantly on the edge of your sanity. To have a little voice in your head that tells you: “Snap! Snap! Let it all flow! You know you love it!” To have NORMAL people around you reminding you that you're not like them! Constantly looking at you like you're a circus freak, even when you're being serious! I hate it! I HATE it! What other choice do I have but to try and make the best out of the experience?
Tears began raining down the Flaaffy's cheeks, but he ignored them.
“Tell you what: you're right. I embrace every single bit of my madness, because it's the only thing in this God forsaken Universe that makes me happy! Those Zangooses I tortured?! Enjoyed it! Those Scythers and Linoones I shocked and killed?! Enjoyed it!! Those bounty hunters I defeated?! Enjoyed it!!! That one Skarmory I betrayed who problably died of his wounds?! I fucking enjoyed it!!! 'Cause if that's the only thing that can bring me satisfaction, then whoop dee fuckin' doo, I'll take it! There, happy?!”
“Stop. Now you're just acting like a brat.”
Electricity suddenly circled around the crying Flaffy, answering to his uncontrollable feelings.
“Brat, huh? Let's see if I'm still a brat after I bring your sorry ass back to Greatwood and mess with your insides with a few electric shocks! Wait, scratch that, I forgot to mention: I DON'T HURT MY ALLIES!”
“But how can we be sure of that?” Articuno exclaimed. “Did you hear what you just said? You're friends with someone who's willing to torture people just for his own personal pleasure. And you just said that you were willing to do the same type of things. Does that imply that you'd torture me if you had the occasion?"
“First of all, the only reason why I'd torture you would be because you threatened me or any of my allies, or if I was asked to get some information out of you. And even in that case, physical torture is not always the answer, I've seen my movies, thank you. And second of all, excuse me? Did you just compare me with a Pokemon who spent his fucking life stealing entire castles with his bare hands, killing people that got in his way and NOT restraining himself doing so?! And what about that time I made you all laugh when I crashed like an idiot in the middle of the Shrine? It doesn't count?”
The look the Legendary gave him was indicative enough. Twinkiel wiped his tears and began laughing.
“No it doesn't. Of course not. In the end, even if I was trying to hide my madness, even when i'm trying to goof around, I'm still gonna be treated like this one awkward sadist you don't really wanna mess with. Am I right, Zulu of the Sharp Ears? What you heard about me in the Temple of Fauna REALLY scared you before I actually began helping you, huh?”
Zulu looked away. "It... It's ok, I know you're not just crazy. There's more to it than that."
"THANK YOU! Now, wanna help me explaining that to them?!"
Jewels approached the Flaaffly, also angered.
“Stop! Seriously, how dare you imagine that you're the only one who knows what it means to be different? We're all humans and Pokemons, with our own good and bad experiences!”
A carnivorous, surprisingly human smile appeared on the Flaaffy's face.
Verbal juggles. His speciality.
“And seriously, how dare you imagine that you know what it means to be fucking insane?! You're a Psychic type, right? Well then, Brainiac, if you think you know what it means to be “different”, hop into my mind! See what happens!”
The two stared at each other for a long time, before Jewels finally turned away.
“I'm not playing your stupid game, Drama Queen. We've got more important stuff to deal with.”
Spoiler! :
“Oh, because mutual trust isn't important? In a Resistance movement? It's not a game, Jewels, even for me! Frost was a friend and he betrayed us! I, on the other hand, am still here, but apparently people don't think I'm that trustworthy. Frost was a normal guy, you know. And he was less reliable than the one crazy lamb who likes to make the world suffer. He's a Victini, the Victory Pokemon and a bringer of hope. Yet he attempted to kill Zulu and myself after being a great friend to both of us. How about that shit?!”
A complete silence followed this declaration. The loss of Frost was a touchy subject, and his betrayal had indeed been an unexpected event for the Resistance.
“Mewtwo tested me,” Twinkiel concluded. “If you have your doubts on me being on your side, just go talk to him and he'll tell you everything. As for me, don't forget that I tried my best to help a bunch of snakes I didn't even know, got the plate, and helped the Resistance. I'm going to that Cutthroat Path. And once again, I'm gonna get a plate for you guys. Can't trust my madness? Well trust my loyalty. Peace.”
Twinkiel used Thunderbolt! The Voltek Fleece was activated!
Twinkiel flew away, determined to prove once and for all how much of a good person he was. There was a limit to which he enjoyed evil behaviors. He was more a jester than a sadist anyway.
“Wait, don't!”
Surprising everyone, Ariala glided after the flying Flaaffy, easily catching up to him. She grabbed his leg and tried to put him back on the ground, which resulted in Twinkiel losing his balance and crashing head first on the ground. The Pokemon quickly rose up and pointed an electricity-filled paw on the Clefairy, his mad anger getting the best of him again.
“You have five seconds to tell me why you did that, or else, ally or not, I'm Enel Impacting the HELL out of you!!”
“Don't make the mistake RIley made!” Ariala rapidly explained. “He left the Shrine of Safety to help, but he ended up making everyone worried! And you saw Landorus' reaction to it, even he was worried!”
“I wasn't.”
“Not the point! Just… calm down, okay? Let's complete the mission as a team. Articuno said she was freed by him and Yveltal. Without him, he had all the chances to fail. Don't go alone and make the same mistake."
Twinkiel retrieved his sadistic grin as fast as he had lost it.
“Hah! I totally forgot about that one!”
He walked past his friend and joined the group once more.
“So this guy saved Articuno by teaming up with Yveltal? And he wasn't scolded?”
“Actually, he was,” Raikou intervened, gazing at Riley. “We were on our way to the Shrine of Safety when Articuno informed us of Fleedjio's presence. We exchanged information on our respective adventures, then Hoopa showed up. That's when you woke up. Landorus is supposed to confine him.”
“Ah! Well then. That means he's not trustworthy either, since he left all on he own. And Landorus wants to confine him? Well, our group just finished a mission, and we'd totally need one more 'Mon to finish the next one. I'm pretty sure none of us would mind having a fifth member joining us."
Both Articuno and Raikou frowned.
"That sounds like a really bad idea that could easily backfire," the latter objected.
"Well, depends. What's more important: raising our chances to successfully get a plate, or punish one guy who went on he own to perform a rescue mission and actually pulled it off?"
"I... can agree with your reasoning, Twinkiel," Articuno said, "but you'd best telling this to Landorus, not us."
"I'm in a Payphone, trying to call..."
"I freakin' love you."
"Well. I might just be able to do that actually. Zulu? Your new cellphone might be of use. As in, right now."
Zulu approached his friend, bringing the communication crystal along with him.
"Um, yes? What about it?"
"Please, call Cresselia, and ask her to have Landorus on the line. I need to speak with him."
Zulu nodded before focusing. A couple of minutes during which he was certainly having a mental conversation with Cresselia, the Noibat openend his eyes and turne to Twinkiel, inciting him to approach.
"He's on. Just close your eyes and think Landorus."
Twinkiel did just that and, seconds later, a foreign presence appeared on his mind.
"Oh! There it is. Hello there, Mr.Landorus! Um... Should I... Should I call you by a title of some sort? Since you're our chief of operations, and all."
"No, that won't be necessary, but thank you for thinking about it, young Flaaffy. So? I assume you desired to speak to me for a less... trivial matter."
"Yes, indeed. First of all, I wanted to tell you that Raikou's party had successfully found the missing 'Mon Riley, and that the latter had successfully freed Articuno"
"By himself?!"
"Well apparently he had some help from Yveltal, but Raikou will explain the details later, I assume. Putting that aside, I also wanted to inform you that my group had succeeded in freeing a bunch of prisoners held by Darius the Bounty Hunter, and that they were heading towards the Shrine of Safety. The point of me telling you this is that we all had a quite... tiresome fight, and much more difficult than expected, yet we're still supposed to go to Cutthroat Path. Since Riley and Articuno are with us again, I wanted to ask if they could eventually accompany us there, so that we might handle the future trouble with ease. "
A thoughtful silence followed the Flaaffy's declaration.
"Hmm... I understand your worries, Twinkiel, however, I cannot allow Articuno to risk her life once more. I don't expect her to have been treated nicely, and I'd wish for her to rest at the Shrine and explain what happened to her. As for the Riolu, despite the bravery and loyalty he demonstrated towards his Guardian, he still deserves a punishment for his brash actions. I shall not be too hard on him, however, but it must be done."
"Okay for Articuno, but are you sure about Riley? Having him joining us would actually raise the chances of us getting the next Plate. And... Forgive me if this goes against your judgement, but... I believe the success of our missions is more important than the punishment of someone who went on a suicidal quest all on his own and actually pulled it off."
Twinkiel heard what he could only interpret as a mental sigh.
"Yes, your reasoning is not wrong. I am glad that you grasp the importance of our cause to this extent, Flaaffy. But I'll leave the congratulations for later. For now, and for the sake of your mission, I shall allow RIley the Riolu to join your group in order to aid you in your mission to secure the next plate. That will be the first part of his punishment: he shall be under your orders and your responsability, and is therefore not allowed to leave your side. He is also forbidden to make any contact with hsi Guardian for the time being. Treat him like any of your teammates, understood?"
"Clearly! I'll repeat all of this to him. Oh, and one last thing: you might want to send a search party around the Shrine. We... We had an encounter with Hoopa, and although his words were... vague, to say the least, he did reveal that Latias had been released and was heading your way. That'll be all. Twinkiel, out!"
Twinkiel opened his eyes and rose up from the ground.
"Man, using that thing is exhausting. Thanks Zulu!"
"So?" Raikou inquired. "What did he say?"
Twinkiel repeated the entire discussion to his group, insisting on the fact that Landorus' terms had appeared irrevocable.
"Are you sure there's no other way? Articuno said.
"Well, apparently, he really wants you to go back there and tell what you saw. He also wants you to rest. As for you," Twinkiel continued, gazing at Riley, "seems like you'll have to follow me on your own. Wasn't really what I had planned, but um... Welcome aboard, I guess. And sorry in advance for the madness, 'cause you'll see a whole lot of it while travellin' with me."
Riley barely focused on the Flaaffy's words, occupied as he was trying to restrain Articuno for leaving his side once again.
"Yeeeeeeah, not much into emotional goodbyes. I'll let him handle it."
Twinkiel focused bits of his electricity on his feet and flew up to Fleedjio's back, slowly landing on the dragon, legs crossed.
"T.. Twinkiel?" The Flaafy looked behind him. She had already climbed on Fleedjio's back as well.
"Hmm? A problem Ariala?" The Clefairy looked down. "I... Thanks for not telling everybody," she whispered. "About... you know. I... I want to do it myself, at some point. And... I'll try to support you as much as I can. So... don't get angry again. Please."
Twinkiel smiled.
"Arrête. Tu avais promis."
"You're welcome. and I promise I'll do my best. But you know, I didn't expect you to run after me, back there. And uhh... Sorry for screaming at you, I wasn't... I wasn't being myself."
The Clefairy blushed violently, but looked in his eyes, this time.
"N-No, it's okay! I... I didn't think too much, I just didn't want you to go out on your own. I guess I wasn't myself too when I did that."
The Flaaffy shrugged, his way of saying that he didn't mind anymore. He gazed down at Jewels, who was looking at him as well.
“I realize that we're all a big family," he said before she could speak. "And in a family, trust is one of the things that matter the most. Please. Go wipe your doubts about me. Ask Mewtwo. I'm not just a brat who does everything for fun. I'll prove it.”
She looked at him, sighing.
“Yeah. Sure, why not. Just don't do anything stupid.” Twinkiel frowned. “...Uhh… Yes, Mom?”
“Go. Before I change my mind.”
“Right. You, uh… You're still getting your lightsaber.”
“I won't pay for it?”
“You won't pay for it.”
“Much appreciated. Now GO!”
“You heard the lady, Jiojio! Hey, Riley? You might want to hurry up! We wouldn't want to live without ya!”
The Riolu reluctantly oblidged, obviously sad that his mission ended up in a such a way.
“Twinkiel?" Fleedjio intervened. "Call me that again and I drop you out as we fly.”
“I'll probably survive, with my Voltek Fleece.”
“...Darn.”
On that note, the group flew away, taking the direction of Cutthroat Path.
The Flaaffy looked at Riley, who was waving at Articuno. “So!” he continued. “Sorry again that all of that happened, including the argument. I, uhh... Well, Landorus did say that you were "under my orders", but I don't treat people like underlings. Let's hope we'll finish this swiftly."
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
"Warning. Cold sentence alert. Test subject trapped in an ice fortress and unwilling to speak."
"...Huh. Oh well. Can't blame the guy. I don't feel that cheerful either anyway. Back to torturin' DayDreams?"
"You betcha. Which one?"
"Cool, cool," Twinkiel answered, more to himself than to Riley. "All is good. On the Rift front. I, uhh... I'll go ahead and check if my spinning flame things are still working."
"Wait, THAT one? Oh, heck yeah! Flamming Torture Circle MkII: engaged!"
Riley looked at him, frowing. What on earth is he talking about?
"N-no, sorry, I was talking to myself, uhh, when I feel down, I daydream about torturing stuff. Just... don't worry if you hear me laughing at some point, I'll be trying to cheer myself up. That's... That's at least one thing I'm sure I'm good that."
Twinkiel sighed. Yeah, he made it all awkward again, didn't he.
...Darn it.
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