It's a one-shot, but I did not see a rule condeming a fanfiction of that sort so...
'Have some Cyrus X Mesprit.
~It could have happened before the anime gang meets him at Celestic,
or perhaps in Platinum before the hero and rival see him at Verity. Read it however you see fit.
Lake Verity sparkled in vivid hues of early morning sunlight. Reflecting against
shallow waters, the gleaming rays enveloped any living thing they touched.And,
indeed, this was a ‘living lake'. Of the four main lakes in Sinnoh, Verity seemed
most…alive. It radiated a captivating aura of joy, on rainy days, an aura of sorrow.
From time to time passers by claim to have seen the goddess Mesprit hovering
above its quiet tides. Some even say they were almost able to stroke the deity's
fur, but it quickly disappeared before
they could touch it.
Only those who hadn't read the ancient scriptures would attempt to lay a finger
on Mesprit. That…or the young ones.
Scattering a group of bidoof, someone walked along the bank. The man, who
continuedinching foreword toward the shoreline, wore black pants along with a
similarly-colored jacket. However, the jacket was adorned with artistically rendered
Palkia wing embroidered directly onto the fabric.
He stopped before the cave which raised itself above the lake's surface. Staring at
his own reflection in the water, he received back a pair of stone-cold, sunken eyes
and an abnormally pale face.
"If I am to obtain a job at the Celestic Museum…this guise is unacceptable."
Despite the forlorn appearance, the man, Cyrus, possessed an unexplained
elegance demonstrated in nearly every move he made. Even the motion of lifting
his head to breathe in the lake's pure air had its own strange beauty."So, I come in
need. I have come to seek your aid, Mesprit."
A mass of light appeared. It molded, materalizing into a small, fairy-like pokemon.
The goddess had a magenta head, dangling from it were four appendages, each
standing for one of the base human emotions; happiness, anger, sadness, and compassion.
She settled gently on his shoulder, curling her two long tails around his body.
"After so many years, my child has returned, my beautiful, divine child." Mesprit
pressed her head against his skull as she caressed his hair and skin with tender,
loving strokes. "For you, dear, there is no danger in ‘feeling'."
"That is not what I came to discuss." He stated as if oblivious to Mesprit's touch.
"Then, come. Tell me why you have visited this dungeon of your past, where my
child is bound to me forever." She let go of his body, unwrapping her tails,
proceeding to hover over his head again, looking directly from above.
After a few moments of silence, with only the sound of flowing water to break it,
Cyrus spoke:
"Mesprit…" He sighed. "I am going to dethrone Arceus. I am going to become God.
For this to have the least bit of chance succeeding, I will need you. This creature is
already a part of you…"
"Oh yes. Your emotions are quite a sensitive bunch…Very easily offended, and
very easy to fall in love with." The goddess chuckled.
"-…it is time for you to become a part of me." He recited without feeling.
Mesprit drew back as if confused, but there was no confusion in the smile on her
face. She rested upon Cyrus' head, slowly lowering her petite body until it hung
over his forehead. Glaring upside-down into his dead eyes the goddess continued
to listen. "You hold the blood, the living energy of the human spirit in those gems.
As does Uxie, as does Azelf. Other gods do not have that life to call upon. They are
immortal; death does not pose a threat to them. It is only in living where they can
be destroyed. In other words…I cannot kill a god. However, I can shackle it and
restrain it, make it my little toy if you will.
To do this I need the strength of life, And, in those gems, life is wholly embodied.
If I can tear those crystals out of you (plus, of course, the other two), they can be
concentrated into a solid substance. A substance in the shape of a chain…"
"…Which will bind us…together." Mesprit reached for him again, hugging her tiny
arms around his neck while nuzzling his hollow cheek. "I understand you." Her
golden eyes closed. "Your emotions are screaming. Those poor, excessively tender
little feelings are whirling about inside my head like a tornado. I always have your
emotions, my son, because they are so much more vibrant than the ones granted
to me by Lord Arceus. My original soul embodied only the base emotions of human
nature, of which the humans had to build upon themselves. This goddess aches to
own it all. She wants the entire spectrum of emotions at her disposal."
The wind surrounding Lake Verity chilled. Pokemon who had been foraging and
playing along the shoreline grasses fled. Quietness blanketed the air like a sea of
falling snow, whispering through a grey, cold winter sky.
"I will give you everything."
With a natural grin of superiority spread across her face, Mesprit straightened her
back, lifting her head as to look intimidating.
"I can indeed lift my spirit from my body and enter someone else's. That is one of
my divine powers, you see. With me in your body, you would most certainly be able
to display the basic emotions of happiness, anger, sadness, and compassion. It
can also be assured, of course, that your appearance would change. In meaning,
I'll make sure you don't have that sickly, pale complexion or that unnaturally thin
build.
But, these eyes are a different story. In times of intense emotion, you must be
careful, for the glow of my soul inside you might surface."
"That is a risk I am willing to take. Come, Mesprit. Join me…become me… "
She was ready. In a flash of luminescent magenta light, Mesprit charged like a
raging tauros at Cyrus' forehead. Striking it dead-on with the red jewel on her
own, he did not fall. Instead, he proceeded to enter a wide-eyed trance, a state
where he appeared to have no control over his mind or body.
The gem was dissolving, sinking itself into his skin. Veins along the side of Cyrus'
face bulged as the goddess entered his body.
< "Because of my curse you are deprived of love and unable to recognize my
deepest affection." > She whispered soothingly through thought. < "I have sucked
the life out of you. Now, I will finally give it back." >
Sleep while you can, legendary pokemon of the lake bed.
_________________________________
I know I'm a horrible writer. Please don't be too harsh. {.___.}"
'Have some Cyrus X Mesprit.
~It could have happened before the anime gang meets him at Celestic,
or perhaps in Platinum before the hero and rival see him at Verity. Read it however you see fit.
Lake Verity sparkled in vivid hues of early morning sunlight. Reflecting against
shallow waters, the gleaming rays enveloped any living thing they touched.And,
indeed, this was a ‘living lake'. Of the four main lakes in Sinnoh, Verity seemed
most…alive. It radiated a captivating aura of joy, on rainy days, an aura of sorrow.
From time to time passers by claim to have seen the goddess Mesprit hovering
above its quiet tides. Some even say they were almost able to stroke the deity's
fur, but it quickly disappeared before
they could touch it.
Only those who hadn't read the ancient scriptures would attempt to lay a finger
on Mesprit. That…or the young ones.
Scattering a group of bidoof, someone walked along the bank. The man, who
continuedinching foreword toward the shoreline, wore black pants along with a
similarly-colored jacket. However, the jacket was adorned with artistically rendered
Palkia wing embroidered directly onto the fabric.
He stopped before the cave which raised itself above the lake's surface. Staring at
his own reflection in the water, he received back a pair of stone-cold, sunken eyes
and an abnormally pale face.
"If I am to obtain a job at the Celestic Museum…this guise is unacceptable."
Despite the forlorn appearance, the man, Cyrus, possessed an unexplained
elegance demonstrated in nearly every move he made. Even the motion of lifting
his head to breathe in the lake's pure air had its own strange beauty."So, I come in
need. I have come to seek your aid, Mesprit."
A mass of light appeared. It molded, materalizing into a small, fairy-like pokemon.
The goddess had a magenta head, dangling from it were four appendages, each
standing for one of the base human emotions; happiness, anger, sadness, and compassion.
She settled gently on his shoulder, curling her two long tails around his body.
"After so many years, my child has returned, my beautiful, divine child." Mesprit
pressed her head against his skull as she caressed his hair and skin with tender,
loving strokes. "For you, dear, there is no danger in ‘feeling'."
"That is not what I came to discuss." He stated as if oblivious to Mesprit's touch.
"Then, come. Tell me why you have visited this dungeon of your past, where my
child is bound to me forever." She let go of his body, unwrapping her tails,
proceeding to hover over his head again, looking directly from above.
After a few moments of silence, with only the sound of flowing water to break it,
Cyrus spoke:
"Mesprit…" He sighed. "I am going to dethrone Arceus. I am going to become God.
For this to have the least bit of chance succeeding, I will need you. This creature is
already a part of you…"
"Oh yes. Your emotions are quite a sensitive bunch…Very easily offended, and
very easy to fall in love with." The goddess chuckled.
"-…it is time for you to become a part of me." He recited without feeling.
Mesprit drew back as if confused, but there was no confusion in the smile on her
face. She rested upon Cyrus' head, slowly lowering her petite body until it hung
over his forehead. Glaring upside-down into his dead eyes the goddess continued
to listen. "You hold the blood, the living energy of the human spirit in those gems.
As does Uxie, as does Azelf. Other gods do not have that life to call upon. They are
immortal; death does not pose a threat to them. It is only in living where they can
be destroyed. In other words…I cannot kill a god. However, I can shackle it and
restrain it, make it my little toy if you will.
To do this I need the strength of life, And, in those gems, life is wholly embodied.
If I can tear those crystals out of you (plus, of course, the other two), they can be
concentrated into a solid substance. A substance in the shape of a chain…"
"…Which will bind us…together." Mesprit reached for him again, hugging her tiny
arms around his neck while nuzzling his hollow cheek. "I understand you." Her
golden eyes closed. "Your emotions are screaming. Those poor, excessively tender
little feelings are whirling about inside my head like a tornado. I always have your
emotions, my son, because they are so much more vibrant than the ones granted
to me by Lord Arceus. My original soul embodied only the base emotions of human
nature, of which the humans had to build upon themselves. This goddess aches to
own it all. She wants the entire spectrum of emotions at her disposal."
The wind surrounding Lake Verity chilled. Pokemon who had been foraging and
playing along the shoreline grasses fled. Quietness blanketed the air like a sea of
falling snow, whispering through a grey, cold winter sky.
"I will give you everything."
With a natural grin of superiority spread across her face, Mesprit straightened her
back, lifting her head as to look intimidating.
"I can indeed lift my spirit from my body and enter someone else's. That is one of
my divine powers, you see. With me in your body, you would most certainly be able
to display the basic emotions of happiness, anger, sadness, and compassion. It
can also be assured, of course, that your appearance would change. In meaning,
I'll make sure you don't have that sickly, pale complexion or that unnaturally thin
build.
But, these eyes are a different story. In times of intense emotion, you must be
careful, for the glow of my soul inside you might surface."
"That is a risk I am willing to take. Come, Mesprit. Join me…become me… "
She was ready. In a flash of luminescent magenta light, Mesprit charged like a
raging tauros at Cyrus' forehead. Striking it dead-on with the red jewel on her
own, he did not fall. Instead, he proceeded to enter a wide-eyed trance, a state
where he appeared to have no control over his mind or body.
The gem was dissolving, sinking itself into his skin. Veins along the side of Cyrus'
face bulged as the goddess entered his body.
< "Because of my curse you are deprived of love and unable to recognize my
deepest affection." > She whispered soothingly through thought. < "I have sucked
the life out of you. Now, I will finally give it back." >
Sleep while you can, legendary pokemon of the lake bed.
_________________________________
I know I'm a horrible writer. Please don't be too harsh. {.___.}"
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