I DO NOT OWN POKEMON! SATOSHI TAJIRI DOES! YOU THINK I WOULD BE SITTING IN A PUBLIC CRAPPY SCHOOL IF I DID?!

Four years later…

Dawn has her hair up, wearing a white robe-like jacket with matching pants, gloves, and boots in fall. She was taking a cheering walk in her hometown, Twinleaf Village. There was a middle-aged man sitting on a bench close to her home. She couldn't recognize him until she got a little closer.

Her eyes widen.

She was planning on visiting her mother. That plan soon changed.

"Don't I know you?" She said. The man didn't look up. He had his hair cut short, but it covered his eyes instead of standing up.

She sat down and laid her head on the man's shoulders, trying to control the tears.

"Didn't I kill you?" She talked as if the man was a mannequin.

"You are a horrible shot. You got my shoulder. After you left, I tended my own wound with my own shirt." Hearing his voice made her cry a little.

"You were my first love. I'm sure it was love, even if it was just a little bit of love, with lust over powering it, at least."

"Was?"

"Sorry." She said quietly. "I know it is love." She put emphasis on "is." "Because I feel the same way when I was with you, with my husband."

"Congratulations." The man blankly said.

"Why are you here out of all places?"

"This is where you live, right? I was just thinking of the Pokemon you took for me."

"That's all? Damn. Well, I have them still… I've been taking care of them. Couldn't bear to just let them go. They're at my house. Riley's taking care of them for me at the moment, but I can go get them real quick."

"Riley?"

"My husband."

"Oh." Cyrus looked away.

"Are you jealous?"

"No. I'm just… Thinking."

"Have you ever figured out what happened to your team?"

"All I know is that they've pretty much disbanded. A few thugs that were grunts would still call them selves "Team Galactic." I've seen a few of them demanding money or something."

"What did they do? They didn't know who you were?"

"Apparently not. I don't usually see grunts individually after hire. I forgot what they all looked like before they died their hair and got it cut. Which most of them tried changed the style after I disappeared, I guess."

"So, what did you do?"

"I simply called the police on a cell phone."

"Oh." Dawn swung her legs back and forth. "So, the Pokemon, you want them, yes?"

There was a long pause. "…No."

"Why not?" She looked at Cyrus' face.

"They are something from my past. I don't even keep my name anymore."

"So you're not "Cyrus" anymore?"

"I guess I'm "Cyrus" to you… But to everyone else, I'm someone else. The name is always random. I'm normally good at remembering the names that I've told everybody."

"That's amazing. I have trouble remembering what I had for dinner two days ago."

"I was once in the top ten most wanted list. I have to be safe if I want to live without anyone suspicious of me. Maybe I should dye my hair. You knew it was me right away, and you thought that you murdered me."

"It's not that hard to forget what your face looks like after the owner of it fucked me multiple times."

"A girl your age shouldn't use such language."

"I turned nineteen recently."

"Oh… Right…"

Dawn stood up to stretch. "Well Cyrus." She swung her arms to her side. "If you ever change your mind about the Pokemon, go to the single house on Iron Island."

"I'll remember that. Thanks."

"I have a confession." Dawn suddenly said. "I love you, but not as much as I love Riley now."

He stared at her. "How do you know it's just not lust again?"

"Actually…" She looked over her shoulder to look at him. "We've been going out for a few years without sex before marriage. We just recently had an intimate relationship. In fact, our first time doing it with each other was on our honeymoon."

"You seem to be happy."

"I am. Especially considering that I got to see you again."

"Anyway…" He stood up. "I got what I came for. Now I know my Pokemon's whereabouts, so I should get going." Cyrus said.

"I'm not going to ask why you're leaving already when we haven't seen each other in four years…" She turned around. "… Kiss me."

"But you're-"

"I don't know when I'll see you again, if ever. Kiss me, please?"

He kissed her on the forehead before walking past her. "I guess if we see each other or not will be up to coincidence."

"Thank you." Two identical wet trails ran down her cheeks. More tears would follow the trails to her jacket.

"You're welcome."

When she was sure that Cyrus was a good distance away from her, Dawn decided to fly home. Cyrus stopped his walking when he heard the cry of the Pokemon she was riding on. He took out a gun from his coat, dropped it, and smashed it under his boot.

'I was going to kill her. But instead I let her live.' He blinked away tears. 'Because I… Damn emotions! I hate them! I hate her, don't I?'

He looked at the remains of the gun he just broke. 'I…' He held his hand to his face, covering half of it. 'Love her, don't I?' Cyrus cried for the first time in decades. "I love you, don't I, Dawn?"

Thus, the dawn of a new sun began.

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Wow, what a sad, sappy-ish ending.

Trivia-

Cyrus, if you don't know already, means "sun."

A bunch of parts in this story were inspired by a lot of Akatsukishipping pictures. In fact, this chapter was going to be in a rainy setting instead because of a picture with Dawn holding an umbrella above Cyrus' head, but I know how cliché that is, so I decided to have a fall setting instead.

Thank you for reading! I look forward to reviews!

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I think I'm going to do a few humorous stories before I continue with another hurt/comfort with a sad ending again.