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Soft footsteps crunched in the snow, the maker casting a long shadow behind him as the sun sank into the horizon. Snowpoint was a considerably cold place, especially in the winter, and just like everyone else the wandering figure was bundled up in warm pants, a grey turtleneck shirt, a jacket over that, a scarf, and a pair of boots. Given his attire and location, the way he could just sneak up on people would have surprised anyone who didn't know that walking quietly was one of the many things drilled into him at least a year before.
Saturn's breath was visible in the air, and he turned his head slightly to glance at the sunset, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck. Cyrus would disprove of him being here, but Mars and Jupiter had insisted that no one would recognize him. He hoped for his own sake that they were right, because if someone did then they'd have to do a memory wipe and hope that Cyrus didn't find out. Not to mention he'd be stuck inside the Galactic building for days, and while he was quite good with computers, he wasn't sure he could stand being locked up in Galactic's gloomy dark labs with no one for company except for the grunts and Pluto (who, of course, didn't count). In the event that Cyrus did find out, though...he would order said person to be killed immediately.
The blue-haired commander sighed and turned away from the city, staring out into the forest from his position on the edge of the city. To think that this had started with a little slip of the tongue, accidentally revealing that his hometown had been Snowpoint. Next thing he had known, Mars was going on about how they should go to Snowpoint so that he could see his hometown again. As if he wanted to. It held too many painful memories for him, too many things he would have rather kept buried. Somehow, though, Mars had convinced Jupiter, and he suddenly found himself staring over a strangely familiar, yet also somehow unfamiliar snow-covered town.
He had been here for nearly a day now, and a few hours ago had managed to slip away from his fellow commanders, only to find himself wandering towards the very street his family had (and still did, to the best of his knowledge) occupied. He had stopped then, and abruptly made for the outskirts of the city before he could be recognized by anyone. He didn't think he had, as all he had seen was people giving the dirty look to him that they give to strangers they don't trust when they thought he wasn't looking. Just to be on the safe side, though, he had stared at his once-home from a distance, although he hadn't been sure why. Some strange fascination with it had managed to overrule the pain he felt looking at it.
After so long though, he simply couldn't stand looking at it anymore, and had turned away. His muscles had been stiff from standing there in the cold, so he had walked briskly away from it, telling himself that he was merely taking a walk. That walk had led him here, to the outskirts of the city, where he now found himself staring out over the tree line instead. The lake was beyond that somewhere, probably not frozen over just yet, but getting close. It would be worth it to see it, he reasoned, and he could get away from the city before his paranoia overwhelmed him.
The path down to the lake was quite familiar to Saturn, if not haunting. He had been quite positive in his younger years that no one used the same path as him, and with every twig, every branch, every bit of snow frozen in place exactly as he remembered it, it wasn't hard to imagine that those thoughts might have been true. He tried to get through it quickly, not particularly careful about where he tread as he might have been some time ago.
The lake sparkled brightly in greeting even in the dying rays, frozen Christmas trees lining the lakeshore as he recalled, snow piled up on its banks. He slowed his pace without even thinking about it, his footsteps hesitant as he approached the edge of the water.
His reflection peered back at him from the crystal-clear water, and he looked away from it to the opposite lakeshore. A cool breeze blew across the water, and he shivered slightly, recalling a time when he was more used to the cold than this.
There was a loud crunch behind him, and a muffled curse as someone suddenly found themselves knee-deep in a built-up drift of snow. Saturn resisted the urge to swing around and confront the person that had the idiocy to follow him here (probably Mars), instead clenching a hand around one of the pokeballs hidden in his pocket. After a few seconds, the person appeared to have freed themselves and was now walking up to him.
"Err…..Excuse me, sir?" the person tried, the voice eerily familiar to him. Everything here was familiar to him, of course, but this one was…special. Important. Called up from the depths of a life that had died long ago. The voice of…his sister.
"Yes?" He asked coolly, turning his head slightly to look at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked different, but there were some recognizable features.
The girl's eyes narrowed for a moment, and then her shoulders slumped slightly. "Sorry," she apologized. "I thought you were someone else." With that, she backed off, walking away and back to Snowpoint. Saturn turned his head to look out over the lake again, feeling mostly relieved and –although he wouldn't admit it- slightly disappointed. It had been a close call, but…she hadn't.
There was no reason for her to recognize him, after all. He had changed his name and appearance, and "her brother" had died over a year ago, when he left him behind in the snow to become worthy of Cyrus' new universe.
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So, yeah, posted this on dA under the same title...Simple little (crappy) oneshot about Team Galactic's Commander Saturn. Was in a semi-angsty mood when I wrote it.
Snowpoint, his sister, and the rest of his rich family are simply things I added to my version of the pokemons universe to add a bit of a background to him.
Saturn, Team Galactic, Pokemon all (c) to Nintendo
An Intuitive Aptitude · Sat Oct 24, 2009 @ 02:42pm · 0 Comments |
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