Been about a year since this, so I might be a bit rusty.
Nah, what was I thinking when I wrote Love and Destruction?
Title: Forbidden Feelings
Pairing: IkariShipping (Paul x Dawn)
Chapter 1: The Jewel of the Dark
"Starting from today, my son will be commanding you."
I glanced at the army of dark angels. Did my father really expect me to command them all?
My father seemed to sense my uncertainty and slaps my back.
I straightened up. "Very nice to meet you."
"Retire to your rooms." My father announced, pointedly glaring at me.
I gulped. "Yes, sir."
I flopped on my bed, my dark purple-black wings beneath me. I fingered the glossy feathers. Why had I been given such a big destiny?
My name is Paul Shinji. I'm a dark angel. The forces of hell that have been banished from heaven, intent on getting revenge on the light angels.
Lana nudges my feet, and I scratch the Absol's head. I sigh. "Today's been really fudging hectic, you know?"
Lana growled softly, as if agreeing.
I sigh again. "Why me? Of all people, why me?"
"Maybe because you're his son." A familiar voice says.
I sit up and meet his eyes. "You're clearly a better choice than me."
The male rolls his eyes. "You're the heir to the throne, Paul. Don't act stupid."
I snort. "Don't give me that 'I'm stupid' crap, Ash. You're the one who's stupid."
"Says who?" Ash sits down on the ground Indian style.
"Two plus two."
"Three?" Ash tries.
I sigh, getting up. "I'm getting some food." I mutter, calling for Lana over my shoulder.
The Absol trots at my feet as I wait for the water to reach boiling point. I kneel down, and she nudges my face.
"Sorry," I murmur, "Dad's been killing me these days."
"Then you should learn to take responsibility." My father states from the doorway.
Getting up, I force myself to look at his cold gray-green eyes.
"It wasn't my choice." I reply bitterly.
"Paul, my son, you are the heir of the throne."
"I don't care! I'm only fifteen! I'm too damn young!" I stomp my feet, and Lana jumps back.
My father's eyes darken. "You are unenlightened."
"Duh. We're dark angels, after all." I spit.
"Go back to your room right now. And take that ridiculous thing back to the human world." Dad gestures to Lana.
I storm past him, and Lana scurries after me, whimpering. "As if you can say that." I snarl, looking over my shoulder at the Dark-Ice type Weaville, that followed my father everywhere.
Ash looks up at me as I slam the door. "Leader Cyrus is mad at you, huh?"
"What does it look like?" I retort, falling face flat on the bed. "He's always mad at me, anyways."
Ash cracks a grin. "The Leader only cares about you."
"When was that ever true?" I question sarcastically, my voice muffled by the bedsheets.
I snort. "Like hell."
Ash chuckles again. "It's pretty convenient we live in hell, isn't it?"
"Shut up. You're not helping." I mutter.
The speakers began to crackle. "All army members, please join up in the community room. Again, all army members, report to the community room."
I shared a glance with Ash and shrugged. "I guess we're going."
I was place next to my father on the podium while Ash sat in the front row as a leading general.
My father cleared his throat. "All of you here are going to participate in a special mission discussed for decades. The first step to overthrowing heaven!"
Everyone cheers, but I frown. Why was I not told about this?
Dad sees my unhappiness. "None of you have been told about this mission for confidential reasons," my father begins, "but today marks the start of our rebellion!"
"I will be leading this operation," my father continues, "and my son Paul will be assisting me. Please split into your army groups.
Everyone lines up, and Dad announces to everyone that I'll be leading the group of angels that'll be attending to Earth.
"Paul, you will be bringing Ash, Barry, Riley, Calem, and Gary up to Canalave City, Sinnoh. Then, travel to Mt. Coronet. The light angels have stationed their rise to heaven somewhere near that area.
"Once you find it, report back to us by using the descent to hell, a certain ferry in Canalave Port." Dad instructed.
I felt a pang of anxiety and pricks of uncertainty. Would I really be able to handle this mission? I bottled up all those feelings, tossing them into the sea, so they were just a tiny speck under my emotionless face.
Of course I could.
"Yes, Leader Cyrus, king of the fallen, mighty defender, ferocious attacker." I promised, dropping to one knee. The others did the same.
Cyrus smiled. "Call in the ferry to the port. We'll be there in a few hours."
I shifted my feet, watching the blue and white ship approach.
Riley adjusted his hat, Calem straightened up, Barry pulled at his scarf, Gary fiddled with his water droplet pendant, and Ash shoved his hands into his black and yellow jacket.
My father looked at me. "Do not disappoint me, Paul."
I nodded. "I won't."
Lana growled her agreement at my feet.
Dad cast a half-disgusted, half-annoyed look at the Absol. "Are you sure you want to bring that thing along?"
I nodded. "We need to fit in, right?"
As we were venturing into the human world for one of the first times (the first time had been to get us Pokémon. Come to think of it, I think that was a small step towards this operation), we needed Pokémon to seem like regular humans.
Ash grinned. "We'll be fine, Leader Cyrus."
A flicker of a smile flitted across Dad's face. "Very well."
We boarded the ferry, and I leaned against the rails, staring out at the murky purple seas. Soon they would be aquamarine blue.
And when that time came, we would be in the human world.
I lifted my head and stared at the bright horizon in front. "Here goes nothing." I murmur.
I can do this.
I will do this.