I wish I felt that way about it...
Originally Posted by Uzamaki Hinata
Actually, people tend to say the exact opposite of that. Though he is apparently up for a Shipping Oscar, which is interesting, given the overwhelmingly negative response to him in "Perfect Strangers". Oh well, we can only learn as much and live.
Originally Posted by Uzamaki Hinata
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February 6, 12:15AM
Dante and Richie played a couple more songs and then Dante got up to get a drink. After selecting a beer (imported) he made a beeline for me. I tried to get out of his way but it didn’t work. He still caught up with me.
‘I put Holly down to sleep in the Accuracy Room. I hope that’s okay,’ he said.
‘Yeah, fine. Are there enough doors between here and there so that we don’t disturb her?’
‘She’ll be fine,’ he replied. ‘She slept through Falkner and Flannery’s major blow-out last night.’
‘What happened?’ this was the first I was hearing of any fight.
‘They broke up. She didn’t trust him, he got sick of it. It’s all pretty simple.’
‘That’s too bad,’ I tried to sound neutral.
‘Well, it’s life. There’s nothing we can do except listen to them.’
Neither of us said anything for a minute, until finally Dante spoke again.
‘You wanna get out of here?’ he asked abruptly.
‘What, right now?’
‘If you like,’ he replied, fumbling in his jacket pocket, ‘but the flight isn’t until the eighth.’
He passed me three plane tickets. Return trip, Point Noir to Perth and back again.
‘I’ve been offered a new Gym, in Fremantle. It’s in Australia.’
‘I know where Fremantle is,’ I said through gritted teeth. I actually didn’t, but that wasn’t the point.
‘The commissioner of the league is flying me out there to inspect the Gym and see if I want to take it. I asked for an extra two tickets. One for Holly, and one for you.’
I blinked at him.
‘Come with me,’ he said in a low voice. ‘The three of us, together, away from all these distractions and detractors. It’ll be just the way we wanted it.’
‘The way you wanted it,’ I corrected him.
‘You wanted it too,’ he pressed, his eyes narrowing. ‘Think about it – we can just disappear. Start a new life, just like we tried to in Sinnoh. But this time we’ll be far enough away that we won’t be disturbed. You and me, and baby makes three. What do you say?’
It was a winning move on his part. He had all the power here, and nothing to lose. He was just gambling to increase his profit. He owed nothing.
‘Well… I suppose I could come and look at the Gym with you. No commitment.’
‘Of course not,’ he said, his eyes returning to normal. ‘No commitment.’
‘Alright, I’ll come with you. But I’m not happy about this.’
‘Why not?’ he said, startled.
‘I specifically said “no presents” on the invitation.’
February 6, 6:45AM
It seems people in Point Noir don’t use the water much. That, or Dante anticipated this move and shut the water off at the main. Unnecessarily cruel to his house-sitters, but I wouldn’t put it past him.
Light is starting to filter in through the cracks in the floor above me. I can make out my surrounding a bit better.
There are some words written on the wall, in large letters. In paint. Wow, he’s gone to a lot of effort here. But it’s still too dark to read them.
The memories have been creeping back all night, starting with the whack on the head Falkner gave me. It seemed reasonable, given the danger I was putting the baby in. Why had I kidnapped Dante’s baby? That memory hadn’t come back yet.
It may sound like a cliché, but it really was like putting a jigsaw puzzle together. I’d get a few in a row, and then something completely unrelated from a year ago. It was quite annoying, really. I’d rather have them return in a steady stream. But I suppose I should be thankful they’re returning at all. Or should I? I can hardly say they’re nice memories.
It’s a bit lighter now, but I still can’t read the words clearly. I can pick out a few letters here and there, but no words yet. It’s a pretty long message to have painted on the wall, whatever it is.
You know what the strange thing is? After the initial shock of being imprisoned in what is for all intents and purposes, a dungeon, I’m finding that I don’t want revenge on Dante. Yet. I’m prepared to bide my time, and let him help me sort out this Pikachu business.
And then I’ll kill him. And then I’ll be done. No more killing.
I can read the message now. What did Dante want me to know?
‘and the mercy seat is waiting
and I think my head is burning
and in a way I’m yearning to be done
with all this measuring of proof
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
and anyway I told the truth
and I’m not afraid to die’
And that’s when I realised.
He wasn’t coming back.
February 6, 10:00AM
I was woken up by the unmistakable sound of Houndoom rubbing his horns against the foot of the bed. He did this whenever we overslept. If he was trying to wake me up now, it meant he was here, and if he was here then Dante was here, and I didn’t remember inviting him to say.
That’s not to say it didn’t happen, but I certainly don’t remember it.
I sat up and looked around. My room didn’t seem any different, apart from the presence of Houndoom.
Put the pieces together, May.
He asked me to inspect a new Gym with him. I agreed. That was at about midnight, I think. The party went until three – so somewhere between three and now I left the Gym, and came home, apparently with Houndoom, if not Dante.
There are too many gaps in that memory for my liking. The only thing for it was to get up and see if he was in the house.
Houndoom followed me at a distance as I went from room to room looking for some indication of what had happened. The house was as pristine as ever. The only mess was my unmade bed. So I was pretty sure I hadn’t brought anyone home with me.
No answer. His room looked untouched. That’s weird. I was sure he was coming back here to stay until the Gym Heroes contest.
I went outside. Still no sign of anybody. There was just one place left to check.
He was in the greenhouse, just looking around, his hands deep in his jacket pockets.
‘Good morning,’ he said as I walked up to him. He didn’t even turn around.
‘Morning,’ I replied. ‘Where’s Holly?’
‘With Falkner. He collected her about half an hour ago. They’re going to the zoo.’
‘Sounds like fun.’
‘I slept out here last night,’ he said abruptly.
‘So we didn’t…?’
‘No.’ He turned around. ‘No.’
‘Oh good,’ I said, relieved.
He raised one eyebrow.
‘I know. Everything is as it should be.’
‘I’m getting mixed messages from you, Dante,’ I blurted out suddenly. ‘You invite me on an overseas trip, to make a new life in another country neither of us have ever even visited, and then you sleep out on the lawn and claim that everything is fine. What’s going on?’
‘Nothing’s going on,’ he replied amiably.
‘What is in your head?’ I yelled. ‘What is in your heart? I have no idea where I stand with you!’
‘Neither do I,’ he didn’t raise his voice. I felt suddenly stupid and lowered mine.
‘Do you love me?’ I asked quietly.
‘Always, and never.’
A prize to whoever can tell me what source Dante's message comes from.