Just an idea I came up with off the top of my head. Hope you enjoy!
MizuhikiShipping--CyrusxCynthia
Slight language
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Cyrus stood at the shore of Lake Verity, looking out into the lake. He sighed, taking in the cool lake air. A small part of him still longed for control over the legendary Pokémon sleeping in its depths; but he knew that it was a useless dream, and so he was left to simply wonder on what could have been. He felt twinges of regret, which angered him, which even further angered him; these emotions, regret, anger, were his true downfall, and he knew it. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he cleared his head of the petty emotions and instead focused on the facts. He’d say he prided himself on his ability to lose all emotions, but feeling pride was, indeed, a feeling, and so he simply acknowledged the fact that he could and left it at that, with neither positive nor negative connotations. Opening his eyes again, Cyrus surveyed the lake’s scenery, then glanced up at the sky. The sun was beginning to set; perhaps it was time to head home. But perhaps a few more minutes, he thought to himself, allowing a creeping sprout of admiration to form in his mind.
“Well hey there, Cyrus!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
Cyrus jumped so high he almost fell into the lake. He whizzed around to see a blond-haired woman in black garb smiling at him, hair decorations bouncing as she innocently tilted her head. “Cynthia, what are you doing?!”
Cynthia grinned and pulled a notebook from her pocket. “Shock, check,” she said, scribbling a mark in the book. Cyrus raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll ask again. What are you doing?”
Cynthia, being the annoying goodie-goodie that she was, completely ignored his question. “Gee, Cyrus,” she said, “I didn’t expect your reaction to be that hilarious!”
“And I suppose you go around scaring people for fun all the time, don’t you, Cynthia?” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
“Nope, just you!” she chirped. “And that’s a check for annoyance!” Again, the Pokémon League Champion scribbled a mark into her book.
“…what is that?” he asked hesitantly, eyeing the book.
She grinned. “This is my emotion checklist!” she said happily.
“It sounds fairly useless to me,” said Cyrus, placing his hands behind his back.
Cynthia smiled wider at him. “Oh no, it’s not useless at all!” she said. “I’m using it to keep track of all the emotions you display, so that I can prove that you really aren’t a heartless, emotionless beast!”
“What?!”
“Disbelief, check!” She happily made another mark.
Cyrus simply stared at her for a moment. “…well, I hope you have fun with that,” he said, turning once again to stare out at the lake. He attempted to block her out of his mind; Cynthia always seemed to trouble him anytime she was in his presence, both external and internal, and so it always seemed to be in his best interest to ignore her.
“Oh, it’ll be a ton of fun for both of us! Isn’t that right?” With a mischievous grin, Cynthia elbowed him a few times. Cyrus didn’t react. “Oh come on, Cyrus, don’t give me the cold shoulder!” she whined, poking his shoulder. Cyrus took no notice. “Cyruuuuuuuus, you’re such a jeeeeeeeeeeerk…” Cyrus began to focus his attention on a very interesting tree across the lake.
Suddenly, Cynthia wrapped her arms around him in an almost violent hug, nearly knocking him off his feet. “A-ack!” he exclaimed, attempting not to fall. “Get off me!” He felt blood beginning to rush to his face as he tried and failed to shake her off. Things continued in that fashion for a few minutes until Cynthia herself released him and backed away, grinning in an almost maniacal fashion.
“You’re blushing, Cyrus,” she said smugly.
Ignoring the warmth across his face, Cyrus shot back, “I am most certainly not!” Cynthia simply smiled and turned back to her book.
“Awkwardness and embarrassment, check and check,” she said, scratching her marks into her book and turning to walk away, leaving Cyrus alone at the lakebed, seething.
