//------------------------------// // It is about a world made on rules, let's call them 'game mechanics' // Story: My Little Pony: Mint-Green Version // by FaelaArts //------------------------------// Blue raised his head as the sound of a pokemon landing echoed out from nearby. Looking as Red came into the clearing, he was slightly confused why there was no sense of urgency in his actions. Red would only have returned if something had happened. When Blue saw Lyra was approaching with him, Blue immediately knew this wasn’t going to be an easy encounter. “I challenge you to a Pokemon battle.” Lyra’s voice rang loud and clear through the clearing, and Blue shifted position slightly, but still not getting up. “You want to fight my pokemon?” Blue looked to Lyra wearily. Blue really didn’t want to watch his pokemon beat up Lyra. “No, I want your Pokemon to fight mine.” Lyra placed Flash Fire in front of her and glared at Blue, who regarded her seriously, for once. After a moment, he slowly stood up and met her gaze. “Alright.” Blue reached down to pick out the pokemon closest to the level of Lyra’s. “Wait just a moment, I want to set a few ground rules before we begin.” Lyra glared to Blue as he paused in his action. Did he really think she was going to let him go easy on her? Blue nodded once, and she continued, pointing a hoof at Blue. “Number one, if I win you will love me unconditionally, if you win I will never bring it up again.” Lyra smiled devilishly as Blue’s eyes widened in surprise. After a moment, he gave a short nod, and continued holding her gaze. “Number two, you use Mewtwo.” Lyra narrowed her eyes as Blue once more hesitated, and instead of nodding he opened his mouth to reply. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, I should use one closer to the level of your-” Blue stopped talking when Lyra’s glare began to narrow to pinpricks, and he sighed, lowering his head. “Then I back out of the-” This time, Lyra cut him off. “You can’t do that, rules state that if you accept a challenge there’s no backing out.” Lyra pulled out her ace, and saw the annoyance ripple onto Blue’s face, her smile widening. Lyra had him now, finally she would get an answer to this once and for all. “Tch, fine. I’ve got no choice in the matter now.” Blue wrenched the Pokeball out of his belt and threw it angrily into the air, catching it after Mewtwo was released. Lyra smiled, and ordered Flash Fire forward, and looked directly at Blue. ’I’ll try not to harm him, but she’s going to get wise very quickly.’ Blue groaned as Mewtwo spoke directly to his mind. ’I know okay? What am I supposed to do? She has me trapped here.’ Blue glanced away from Lyra and pretended to focus on the fight, trying to figure out a third option. There had to be a way out of this. If he won Lyra would never bring it up again, if he lost Lyra would expect him to...There had to be a third option. ’There isn’t one, you’re just going to have to chose which one is the decision you want to live the rest of your life with.’ Blue knew Mewtwo was right, but the two options were both bad outcomes. Lyra would be downtrodden if Blue won the fight, and would probably never forgive him. And winning was a similar position. “Come on!” Lyra shouted at Blue, seeing him flinch. The indecision was expertly masked from his face, but Lyra had always been able to read his mind, excluding certain situations. Blue raised his head to meet her eyes. “Prove to me you don’t Blue! Come on!” Lyra stood up on two feet and shouted, pointing angrily at Blue. Blue glanced back to the fight, and then to Lyra once more. Blue bit his lip, and looked away from everything for a moment. Blue raised his head to look at the sky, and closed his eyes, and gave a sigh. Pulling out Mewtwo’s ball, he pressed the button, causing Mewtwo to return and fell to his knees, bowing his head in defeat. “I concede,” was all he said. Lyra blinked, and suddenly a beaming smile broke out onto her face. Lyra quickly shook it away and approached Blue’s hunched body, and loomed over him. After a moment, Blue raised his head to meet her eyes. “Then kiss me.” Lyra saw Blue hesitate, glancing toward where Red was standing nonchalantly to the side. “I said, kiss me,” she repeated once more. Blue sighed and looked toward Lyra, standing up and brushing himself off. Breathing in, he looked to her in immense irritation. “Fine.” And so he did.