the ones you least expect [damion]

[YELLOW DE VIRIDIAN GROVE]

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i've been with you such a long time YOU'RE MY SUNSHINE , approximately 554 words in this post is for BLUEY and --- to read. the music inspiring kira is " you're my best friend " by queen. Blargh. I'm sorry it's short. Yellow had been bored. Viridian City, her birthplace and home for nineteen years, had been quiet, no sign of trouble anywhere. It was like that normally, the city one of the most peaceful in the region, thanks due mostly to having Green for a Gym Leader, but earlier had quieter than usual. It might have been because Green was gone, leaving the yellow eyed girl the only Dex Holder in the immediate area. He and Red and Green had caught word of the Rebel that had attacked White and had gone off to find her. Yellow had wanted to go with, but Green had said no, saying she needed to be here to protect Viridian City in case the rebels took that moment to attack. She couldn't blame him for being worried. Pallet Town, his hometown, had been attacked when the first trio of Pokedex Holders had been away, and she was sure Green was just worried the same thing might happen to his second, adopted city. It was a legitimate concern, she had to give him that, but she wanted to be there with him, fighting alongside Red and Blue too. What good was she if she couldn't protect those she cared about? It had been that train of thought that had given her the brilliant idea of hunting down her own villain, though this one on a smaller scale than the rebel who attacked White and stole her Pokemon. Her friend, Dami, had been attacked in her own forest, and though she'd searched it high and low, she hadn't caught sight or sound of the trainer who had done it. It'd been a bit since the attack, so maybe now he'd be willing to go with her, to show her just where the attack had been, where his Dratini had been so badly injured. Which is why she found herself deep in the forest, Dami following slowly behind her. He'd been giving her directions as they went, following his trail bit by bit. She wasn't as familiar with this part as she was those near the rivers or closest to the city, but it was still her forest. She could still feel that steady, relaxing buzz that just filled the air throughout. It was a peaceful place, the Viridian Forest, and it was her job to make sure it stayed that way. She could still do good work, still protect her friends (and forest) when Green was gone. With a smile, she glanced back over her shoulder to make sure her blond companion was still with her, that she hadn't lost him in the winding trails of the forest. But there he was, and she turned back, pausing as she looked around. It couldn't be too much further, could it? "Which way is it, Dami?" she asked, trying to figure it out from the trails. "I don't know where to go from here." She had to wonder what sort of trainer she'd hopefully be facing. When Dami had first shown up, she'd tossed out the idea of being a rebel, but with White's attack, she couldn't help but wonder if he'd been a victim as well. Though why Dami had been untouched, his Pokemon non stolen, if he really had faced a rebel was another question all together. Maybe it just took all different types... MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk147/Subtle_Mystery/Characters/Pokemon/Damion/templatepic.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] " ‘Will you walk into my parlour?’" said the Damion spider to the girl fly,  ’Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy, The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I’ve got many curious things to show when you are there."

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] Every moment that ticked by was nothing less than torment. Damion was a planner by nature, his sense of when to attack had become steadily sharper not because of instinct, but because of his ability to plan. At first, Damion supposed he had been like all those other rebels - Aidan - shoot first, ask later. Beat first, ask later. Plague, one of his strongest Pokemon had been the result of him simply finding a Pokemon he liked and taking it without any questions. Beat the child down and force the Pokemon into submission. Years later, Plague understood that Damion was his master now and none could replace him - mostly because Damion didn't like to lose and he would hunt down anyone who dared to attempt to take his Pokemon away from him. As he'd gotten older too, Damion had begun to thrive on the idea of plotting, of drawing a fly in with honey and then squashing it with a fist. That was what he had tried to do with Yellow - which had been oddly easy. Oh certainly, he'd had to choke down bile everytime her little face had lit up with a smile, but it would be worth it. He'd also had to choke down the desire to vomit everytime he'd forced himself to stutter or smile sweetly, everytime he'd reached for her hand to draw her close beside him as a friend might. It was unusual that Damion ever had to act the part of a friend, more often he acted the part of a flirt and boyfriend, pretty words and crooning terms of endearment that would soften their hearts. He'd seen very quickly; however, that Yellow's heart was not one that was up for bargaining, after everything he'd tried to do to soften her, she still only had eyes for that fool Green... Well, the man may have been a fool, but he was a fool that Damion wasn't willing to come up against just yet. Damion liked living, he wasn't about to ruin his chances of continuing to do so by attacking Yellow when Green was near enough to get involved. So he'd waited, like a good little boy. He'd waited. And the opportunity had presented itself. When Damion found out who it had been that attacked White, he was going to kiss them. "Just a little further, along this path." He crooned gently, hoping to ease any nerves she might have. For ages he'd waited, and now it was a relief to finally drop the act. Reaching foward he gripped his fingers against her wrist, tugging her off to the side slightly. "I thought I heard something." HIs expression changed, as the noise turned out to be Scar, the lithe Furret dropping to his shoulder and curling around his neck from the branches. This look was not the smooth, charming one that Yellow had been shown. It was cold, the glimmer in his blue eyes almost eerily excited. "This is Scar, Yellow. Do you know what the others are called?" His voice dropped as he angled his head closer to hers, hand still gripped about her wrist. "Plague. Famine. Scar. Tragedy. Rothfuss and... Misery." He hissed, eyes skating over her features while Scar hissed quietly and leant towards Yellow's face, her small fangs showing as she slithered around Damion's neck and shoulders.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... tag... KIRA/Yellow words... lyrics... credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[YELLOW DE VIRIDIAN GROVE]

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i've been with you such a long time YOU'RE MY SUNSHINE , approximately 497 words in this post is for GREEN and --- to read. the music inspiring kira is " you're my best friend " by queen. Blargh. I'm sorry it's short. The forest was Yellow's safe haven. Years ago, when Team Rocket had riled up the Pokemon of the forest, that had been the only time she'd ever felt unsafe. The Pokemon usually kept to themselves and few trainers ventured far enough into the forest to bother her. Aside from the bit of Team Rocket that showed up years and years ago, which was due almost entirely to Giovanni, and the trainer that had attacked Dami, there had been nothing villainous in her forest. Well, and aside from the Elite Four, but they had attacked the entirety of the region at once, so they didn't really count. However, that complacency was what got Yellow in trouble, the young Pokedex owner thinking herself safe with her on her guard and a friend watching her back. At the very least, she had been sure that he would at least warn her if there was anything coming from behind. She'd protect him, keep him safe, do what she should be out doing with Red and Blue and Green. Maybe they'd let her come next time.As it was, when Damion dragged her off the small, barely worn path they were on, claiming to have heard something, she didn't think twice about letting him pull her along, believing every word he said. So when the Furret dropped out of the trees to land on his shoulders, Yellow was just a little surprised, much more so when his expression changed from the sweet smiles she was used to into something far more sinister, something cold and evil. It was enough of a change that the blond girl took an involuntary step back, her yellow eyes wide and locked on his blue ones. The look that she saw was so unlike the Dami she knew that she questioned it, softly, already feeling the fear building up insides her. "D-dami...?" And then he was leaning down towards her, talking to her, making her even more afraid. This couldn't be her friend, her sweet talking, all smiles and stutters friend, right? There was no way he'd be doing this. She tried to pull her hand out of his grip, to back away even just a few steps, but it was no use. Dami, her good friend that she'd rescued, was being mean, was far too close for her own liking, especially near her face, and his Pokemon were named after bad things, and oh god his Furret was hissing at her. It'd been so long since she'd met such an aggressive Pokemon and it just made her try to pull back yet again, harder. She was scared, scared and alone and- Wait. Her Pokemon. Maybe, if she could reach them, she'd be able to escape from this twisted version of her friend. The hand that he didn't have such a tight grip on slid down, trying to reach the Pokeballs that sat on the belt around her waist. Just one, and she'd be ok. If only she could reach in time. MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk147/Subtle_Mystery/Characters/Pokemon/Damion/templatepic.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] " ‘Will you walk into my parlour?’" said the Damion spider to the girl fly,  ’Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy, The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I’ve got many curious things to show when you are there."

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] "Yes, Yellow?" Even his voice had changed. No longer the shy, sweet voice that he'd adopted for the sake of winning Yellow over. Now his voice was smooth as silk, but with a chilling note that wasn't really something heard. Perhaps if one couldn't see his eyes, and the way they glittered. If only his voice was there, then maybe Yellow wouldn't have been afraid. Letting go of that other 'character'; however, was refreshing, it was freeing. One hand lifted to lightly stroke long Scar's body, enjoying the feel of her muscles underneath all the fur and the way she shifted towards Yellow. Then he tugged lightly on her hair, just enough to be mildly painful while he let his lips lightly press against her temple. The smooth skin, the smell of sunshine... It was sickening. He pulled away again, only enough so that Scar could lunge at her face. If she pulled away, all she would see would be those fangs snapping shut infront of her face. If not... She'd end up with a rather nasty bite to her face before the Pokemon snapped away, still growling and hissing softly under her breath so that Damion could still speak over her - at the same time as providing a lovely background sound for the moment. It was only that he was standing so close that he realised Yellow's hand had shifted, and he reached out to grasp that wrist as well. "Oh no, Yellow. I'm not ready to battle yet, I haven't finished playing with you." He crooned again, leaning forward again, this time aiming to crowd her only with his body. Lord it was so much fun to toy with her, to see fear colour her face and the way she looked at him. "Do you know much about the rebels, Yellow? Do you know what we want? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I want?" He purred again, trailing his lips over her forehead in a brush that was almost affectionate and sweet. "Do you know what really happened to Famine, Yellow? Do you want to know?" Damion's one skill he held above others was fear through seduction and control. Nothing to do with pain... Not yet anyway. "Let's play a game, Yellow. I like playing with pretty things." He whispered again, lightly pressing his lips against hers.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... tag... KIRA/Yellow words... lyrics... credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[YELLOW DE VIRIDIAN GROVE]

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i've been with you such a long time YOU'RE MY SUNSHINE , approximately 481 words in this post is for BLUEY and --- to read. the music inspiring kira is " you're my best friend " by queen. Ugh, post before crashing. Sorry if it's confusing. It was the voice that really got to Yellow. Voices carried personalities, she'd learned. Red, with his overly cheerful voice, was always friendly. Blue's flirtiness was all over her words, as was Green's blunt and short ways. If he ever talked, that is. Dami's voice had been like hers, had been just as shy sounding, so unsure. It had been like she had found a companion, another friend who understood what it was like to have low confidence. But this...this wasn't Dami's voice. It was too smooth, not broken up by stutters, too cold, too evil. Then his hand was on her hair, tugging on her ponytail enough to have her wincing, tilting her head back to try and lessen the pain, even a little. It didn't help, only giving Damion better access to her face, and a moment later she felt his lips on her skin. The feeling snapped her out of her little bit of shock, and she pulled away from him, just in time to save herself from a nasty Furret bite. Yellow eyes dropped from his cold blue ones, staring instead at the few inches that had saved her from a lot more pain, the hand that had been reaching for her Pokeballs freezing as well. Not that it mattered, as mere seconds later, Damion had that one in his hand as well, and then he was all close in front of her again. He was...playing with her? Being so close to her, so close to her face, and it was all just a big game to him? Oh Arceus, she was scared. He was too close to her, this man she didn't recognize. Too close and looking at her in ways she didn't even want to think about. She was so scared, she could barely process his words, but each one was made her even more afraid. "...the rebels...? You...you're....? What do you want....?" she tried to hard to voice the one question that her brain was willing to work out. She didn't even move when his lips touched her again, this time on the forehead. And then he mentioned Famine, and she focused a bit harder. Famine had been hurt by a trainer. If the trainer didn't exist, then-oh Arceus. He'd hurt his own Pokemon. The idea was so painful that she shook her head quickly, tears starting to well up in her eyes. She didn't want to hear what he'd done to such a sweet thing. She'd been the one to heal it, she knew all that had been done already, and she certainly didn't want to relive it. "No...please no..." And then he was kissing her and she was frozen for a moment before struggling beneath him, trying to escape. He wasn't supposed to be the one kissing her, she had a boyfriend. A wonderful, gorgeous boyfriend who was so far away, she didn't know if she'd see him again. MADE BY AYU OF ON THE EDGE

[DAMION RACHER]

[atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; background: url(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/074/e/3/pattern_by_miseryloneliness.png), bTable][atrb=style, background: url(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk147/Subtle_Mystery/Characters/Pokemon/Damion/templatepic.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 75px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 75px; height:250; opacity: 0.8] " ‘Will you walk into my parlour?’" said the Damion spider to the girl fly,  ’Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy, The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I’ve got many curious things to show when you are there."

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] The fear that Yellow was showing was nothing short of beautiful. It was this that Damion loved, the way her eyes clouded with confusion as his voice changed and shifted from what it had been to what it was. The way she looked at him with that heartbreak, wondering why her friend Dami would do this to her. The answer was simple enough, it was because Damion had never been her friend. Never. Perhaps if she'd been more like Finn, the game wouldn't be as much fun. He didn't think he'd be able to scare Finn even if he tried, but Yellow... Yellow was terrified. He could feel the slight trembles in her skin as she tilted her head back to try and ease the pain of the tension on her hair. She was lucky, that she flinched when she did, for Scar's hiss of displeasure echoed around them as she glared steadily at the dex holder. She'd moved! "That's right. Famine. Such a darling. Sweet little girl. She loves me even when I hurt her so. Misery and Plague attacked her, my Absol and Hitmonchan. And she didn't even try to fight back. No matter how many times she was hit, or bitten." His lips moved against her ear as he spoke, Scar shifting around his neck again so that her fur brushed against Yellow's skin. "What do I want? I want you Yellow. I want your fear. I want to feel you shaking." Damion whispered again, smiling as he tightened his hold on her wrists. He hoped it hurt, hoped that his grip left bruises on her skin so that she'd remember this. Remember everything he did and how he controlled her even when she begged him to leave her be. THis was all a game to Damion, and he was having so much fun. He wouldn't mind playing with her again, she was such a good playmate. When she began struggling, Damion pulled away only enough to laugh softly at her futile attempts to escape his hold. "It's alright if you struggle, I don't mind. I like you wriggling. You can cry too, if you want. I'd like to see you cry." Then he kissed her again, hands tightening around her wrists again. He controlled her, she was his puppet on a string, and he wanted her to know that. He could hurt her, his kiss told her that, he could but he wasn't. He wanted her scared, he wanted her in pain of the deepest kind. Scar growled quietly, reaching out little paws to tug at her hair sharply, while Damion let his lips trail over her skin to her ear again. "I also want your Pokemon. I want you to give them to me, or Scar will.." His voice trailed off as he pulled away and Scar lunged for the girl's face again, this time she'd get her, this time the little girl wouldn't get away from her. Or at least, the Furret certainly hoped she wouldn't move, because things were no fun until there was blood.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... tag... KIRA/Yellow words... lyrics... credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA