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Daybreak Hunt	By : Ephemeral_Linen Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 10624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It has been a while, has it not?
You know what time it is, do you not, dear readers? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Dawn had prepared herself for this moment for an entire week and still, she could not mentally get a hold of herself. Still, her nerves were dancing all over the place with anxiety written on their backs. Still, she had the blanket wrapped around her, still curled up into a ball. Still feeling high from when Cyrus suddenly entered her room.
Still feeling like she was eight again.
She didn’t move an inch as Cyrus came closer to her, although still sitting on the edge of the bed. Considering their previous liaisons, it surprised Dawn that he hadn’t ripped off her underwear and jumped her yet. Then again, she wasn’t letting her frustrations out on him or insulting him to his face.
“Are you regretting it already?” he asked, his tone flat as usual. If he was disappointed, he sure was good at hiding it.
“N-no! It’s just… I dunno.”
“…Then why are you crying?”
“Shoot! It’s nothing. I’m just-it’s just…” She quickly wiped the tears away from her cheeks. It irked her that he had noticed that before it even began to cross her mind. He really was one hell of an observing bastard.
But before Dawn had properly thought of an excuse, she suddenly found herself being embraced of all things. It took a while before the whole matter sank in that Cyrus of all people was actually hugging her. A man who couldn’t care less for humanity was suddenly in her room, embracing her before she could properly unravel. For a second, a fleeting thought entered her mind but was quickly pushed away again… the thought of talking to him, about those awful years and that study. He had already stuck his nose in there once, and they both knew that he had caught the scent of some dark and troubling memories.
But that would put her in a position where he had more power over her, and if he wanted to, he could use her troubles against her. For now, it would be best to lead him away from the truth and distract him as best as she could.
“Why are you…?”
“One could argue that your mother influenced me greatly. Therefore, I find myself more… different than what I used to be. I suppose that is a good thing.” He said and after a short while, he let go of her. Dawn suddenly felt so cold without his embrace, even if his hands slid down her shoulders, taking the bra straps with them.
“Huh. And here I thought, you only kept her around for convenience.”
“I didn’t intend to befriend anyone when I came here. Your mother just happened to be persistent. And I-“ Cyrus bit himself off, looking away in thought. His expression remained unchanged but it seemed that he was carefully weighing his words. “Needless to say, as annoying as she is, she’s the closest thing, I’d call a friend in this life. However, had I known that you were her daughter, I’d have stricter reservations.
“You’re a jerk.” She scoffed, shivering a bit as he pulled the bra down, revealing her naked chest. Dawn may had stayed petite in height but she was what others would describe as well-endowed. It was the one thing, she could take pride in for herself.
“Perhaps I am. By the time, I let my guard down, she bombarded me with baby pictures of you. I didn’t know it was you at first before I saw that wretched hat.”
“That ‘wretched’ hat was a gift from my grandmother.” Dawn said sternly, grabbing the collar of his shirt. She stared at him as intensely as she could before she let go and his hands slid underneath her arms, rubbing her waist. His hands were warm and rough.
As awful as he was, his touch lured Dawn in and she wrapped her arms around his neck before he lay her down, his hands moving from her waist to the line of her panties. Instinctively, Dawn closed her legs together or as much as she could with Cyrus literally between them. She buried her head in the crook of his neck whilst he pulled her underwear down. He was nowhere as rough with her as she had expected but that didn’t bother her, once she was thinking about it. She hated to admit it but she had quickly grown to like the tender side of him. It was odd how much of a rollercoaster their relationship felt, how they both changed when the lights were off.
Soon he pulled back and fished for something in his pocket before he pulled a condom out. She grabbed the collar of his shirt once more, rose from the bed and pulled him into a kiss. A small wave of excitement rushed over her body as she felt herself being laid down again. It was not before Cyrus broke the kiss and parting her legs that she opened her eyes. His expression was as cold as always and she was about to make a smug remark when suddenly she could feel his fingers slip inside her. She bit her lip to stop a surprised moan escape her lips.
“Hm?”
“I’m-I’m ok…” she gasped and he continued to rub his fingers against her core. It felt so different than her hands or her toy. Dawn bit her lip harder, clenching her first into the bedsheets as she came close to climax, when suddenly Cyrus pulled out of her. She was left panting and wanting for more, staring at him like he had just slapped her. However, much to her lewd joy, they quickly continued where they left off as he applied the condom. Upon looking at what would eventually be pressed between her hips, a blush crept over Dawn’s face. It was a lot bigger than what she had ever anticipated and for a second she was struck by a flash of fear.
But a hand on her cheek assured her that nothing of the like would happen. However, she wished that he’d smile once in a while. Spreading her legs, he slowly thrusted into her, pressing his entire length inside. It felt like she was being filled up; it was a mystifying sensation and although it hurt a bit, a pleasant sense soon washed over her as he thrusted into her, hoisting her lower body to hit her harder. In between pants and lewd moans, she managed to out let a mangled deviation of Cyrus’ name. She closed her eyes and let the feeling get to her, tingling all of her nerves, from the tip of her fingers to the end of her toes.
Throwing her head back, Dawn let out a cry of ecstasy as shockwaves of pleasure washed over her. Meanwhile, Cyrus kept thrusting inside of her, jittering a bit as she came down from her height. She could feel him pull out of her again, leaving her with a strange sense of emptiness. She rolled over on the side, her juices still leaking from her core, and watched him tie a knot on the condom and throw it in the trashcan before he grabbed the blanket and covered Dawn with it.
“What a gentleman you are.” The bluenette said, feeling the exhaustion creeping up on her. “I guess that’s my mother’s influence as well.”
“Happy birthday.” He said and shut off the lamp on the nightstand, casting the room in darkness, with the moon shining through the drawn curtains.
“Thanks.”
And with that, he was gone. Dawn lay awake for a short while, letting the events weight on her mind. Her nerves were still tingling after the affair. It may not had lasted for half the night but for Dawn, it was good enough. She let out a deep sigh before closing her eyes. She found it hard to sleep just like that but eventually her body registered her tiredness and she soon fell asleep.
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The clock was past 10 when Dawn woke up by the sound of rain hitting her window. Great, it seemed that the deities of the weather didn’t like her either as they had decided for rain on her birthday. Her head was still groggy and she wanted to sleep a few hours more but considering how loudly her stomach was rumbling, it was not the wisest idea. She stepped out of bed and headed to the drawer where she grabbed a clean set of underwear, a sleeveless shirt and some plain sweatpants. Her dress from yesterday and underwear still laid sprawled across the floor and she did the decent thing by picking everything up and throwing them in the laundry bin. As she grabbed her panties, flashbacks of the night’s escapades flashed before her eyes and she quickly threw them in the bin, trying to ignore the blood rushing to her face, before throwing the dress in afterwards. When she thought about it, that was a rather unfair treatment of the adorable dress given to her by her mother but right now, she didn’t feel like being productive. Only 18 and feeling like 81, that was a rather tragic sign.
Once Dawn opened her bedroom door, the scent of delicious breakfast hit her nostrils and her legs began moving on their own. Soon she stood on the last step of the staircase where the Eevee greeted her.
“Hey there.” She smiled and kneeled down to pet it. By this point, it had become rather accustomed to her presence, actively begging for her to pick it up. “You sure are a cuddler.” Dawn lifted the small Pokémon up in her arms and headed to the kitchen. Yet Cyrus was nowhere to be seen.
“Good morning dear! Did you sleep well?” her mother greeted while putting eggs on two plates. She was still wearing her nightgown, the same red one that she had kept for all those years. Granted her mother managed to hold her physique fairly well, even when rounding her forties.
“Yeah. But mom, where is Cy-Chiri?” Dawn asked whilst putting the Eevee down because her arms were tiring.
“He left early this morning. There was some business that he needed to take care of. He’ll be back in the afternoon.”
“Oh,” Dawn simply said as the gears began to turn in her head. Due to their liaisons, she was almost led to believe that he honestly came here to live a simple life and nothing more but by the news that he was doing some “business”, her suspicions began to grow once more. She grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon and headed to the kitchen table where she ate deep in thought. The Eevee headed to the living room where it curled up on the carpet and slept soundly.
After an easy-going breakfast, Dawn helped her mother with the dishes; something she so rarely did as she hated cleaned and even more so, dishes.
“I’m heading for a walk.” Dawn said, once they had finished. She was still wearing her sweatpants, not to mention she hadn’t taken a bath this morning, let alone brushed her hair. She was as raw and gross as they came. Still, she figured that fresh air to her brain would be healthy for her. So, she walked to the main entrance and grabbed her coat, her hat and her old pink boots before heading out into the coldness.
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The rest of Twinleaf was still dead quiet after the events of yesterday. It gave a rather lonely and haunting feel to the small town but then again, it gave her space to think. She headed to the small pond by the end of the town and kneeled, her reflection obscured by the endless downpour. Usually rain didn’t bother her and she had no problem running around while it poured down but today, she had brought herself an umbrella for whatever reason. Watching the drops fall into the pond became too distracting so she stood up and existed the town, watching several Pokémon huddle up under trees to keep themselves dry. It was a somber sight to witness.
Not surprisingly, the silence of Twinleaf extended to Sandgem as well. What a somber and depressing day to mark off Fantina’s performance. Watching people and Pokémon sonder in their homes while the rain continued to fall was melancholic at best and though Dawn’s mood had been fine for most of the day, she soon began to feel tired by it all. Still fresh air felt like a liberation. She stopped by a small café, where a few people sat. The place was more of an inn than an actual café, housing those who’d travel from region to region and didn’t feel like paying a fortune to stay in the big cities or couldn’t afford a villa at the Trainer Resort.
However, on this melancholic day, the place was practically vacant, save for a few people. Dawn could count the number of costumers on one hand. She ordered a coup of warm Milktank milk and sat down at a table near a window.
“Happy birthday!” Someone suddenly greeted her out of the blue, startling her. Turning around, she was pleased to see Lucas standing there with a huge grin on his face. Next to him, stood Professor Rowan of all people. He had aged considerably through the years although he still had the look of a wise but stern grandfather. It made Dawn wonder if he even had children, let alone grandchildren.
“Ah, thank you.” She smiled and moved her glass a little as Lucas sat down while the good professor stood there, a little awkwardly. He nodded at the youngsters, but before he could leave, he was stopped by Lucas.
“Are you going to join us, Professor?”
“Not today. I must finish some research at the lab. Besides, I wouldn’t like to ruin your date.” Rowan said and there was a quick silence before Lucas looked away, his cheeks flaming red. He then stared down at the table, fiddling nervously with his fingers. Dawn, on the other hand, felt too detached from romance to even think about finding a suitor, let alone one of her closest friends. No, her mind and body belonged elsewhere…
“Professor! That-that’s oddly mischievous of you to say.” Lucas finally said, after he had regained a fraction of his composure.
“Oh, you think so? Hah, nevertheless I am a busy man after all. So long.” The good professor said before leaving the café into the endless rain. Luckily for him, the lab was located right across the street. As soon as he had left, Lucas lowered his head once more. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s happening with the Professor lately. He’s been making those odd suggestions ever since you came back. Especially since I turned 18.”
“It’s perfectly fine, Lucas. I’m all right but I’m not looking to date anyone right now.” Dawn sat back in the chair and sipped her warm milk before looking out the window. However, Lucas soon began speaking again, catching her attention. “Ah, me neither actually. It’s just that I’m… I don’t know how to tell my family, let alone him that I’m…”
“Gay?” Dawn said, half-heartedly with a mischievous smile. She leaned forward, staring him in an attempt to rile him up. Lucas blinked for a couple of seconds before his face turned red once more and he looked down, a sheepish smile appearing on his lips.
“…Actually yeah.”
“Oh! Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”
“Hahaha…” Lucas let out a nervous smile before he looked up, that nervous grin still plastered over his face. “You think so?”
Dawn nodded eagerly, giving a reassuring smile to the young man in front of him. This seemed to calm Lucas down and he sighed deeply before looking out the window with ease.
“I’m happy for your acceptance. I’ll get by some way or another.”
“It sure is quiet in between towns. Did people get that shitfaced?” Dawn asked before drinking the last of her milk. The warmth stirred pleasantly in her stomach.
“Probably. But you know, I think it’s quite nice. Things have changed since you and I left. I didn’t really notice it until I came back and my sister pointed it out.” Lucas said as he twirled his thumps around, deep in thought.
“Really? How so?”
“Err… People are, how do I put this, more paranoid. I mean, there have been rumors of strangers running around at night here and in the smaller, nearby towns. People suspected that it was punks from Jubilife but crime rates have gone up exponentially. According to rumors, Team Galactic is back at it again.”
“Team Galactic you say?” Dawn asked, more intrigued than she ever wanted to be. She felt her heart sink to the pit of her stomach and stared emptily at the empty cup and she struggled to find the proper words for the inevitable confrontation with Cyrus. It left a bad taste on her mouth. Here, she had hoped that he didn’t lie straight to her face and bring mortal danger to everyone around him but now, she wasn’t so sure anymore…
Sure, he had given up leadership to Saturn when he disappeared into the Distortion World but it had been seven years since then and a lot of things could change.
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Johanna had gone out shopping, which left Dawn plenty of freedom to do some investigation. With a heavy heart, she ignored the etiquette of knocking and simply opened the door to Cyrus’ house. A low growling came from the kitchen and Eevee came running towards her until it looked up and realized that it was just Dawn. Its expression grew soft and it rubbed his legs against her legs, begging to be picked up. As she stood and petted the Pokémon a low voice greeted her; “It is not fond of people barging in. Neither am I.”
Sighing Dawn put it down on the floor again before facing Cyrus. It irked Dawn how devoid of life his eyes were, considering what had happened yesterday. Did he really not see her as anything else but a living fleshlight?
“Right. But, we need to talk. About all that recent crime and stuff.” The bluenette said, hiding her disappointment behind a mask of seriousness as she walked over to Cyrus with weary steps.
“So you have heard.” He simply said and turned away, heading towards the kitchen with the Eevee and Dawn hastily following him. “Yeah, and something tells me that you’d know what’s going on.”
“In fact, I do not.”
“Look, I’m not gonna… turn you over or some shit but if the region is in danger, I at least have the right to know so I can do some damage control.” Dawn insisted, wondering how many of her words were true. When the idea of turning Cyrus in to Looker rose, a sudden hesitation prompted her to stop and shoo that thought away. She had every intention of solving this mystery however. Yet, Cyrus remained quiet, neglecting to answer her.
“Lucas told me that it was Team Galactic. You know, your own band of misfit nihilistic children.”
“I handed leadership over to Saturn while I stayed in the Distortion World for six years so whatever has happened since then is beyond me.” Cyrus said as he filed a water bowl and put it on the floor for the little Pokémon.
“Why did you do that by the way? How did you even survive?” Dawn leaned closer to Cyrus, staring intently at him whilst pushing the memories of last night away. If he saw any hints of weakness from her sight, this whole mission was done for.
“The Distortion world, if exposed to it for a long period of time, can greatly change your physiology. I believe you see it as well.”
“That didn’t answer my question but now that you mention it, you look no older than when I last saw you and you were….” The bluenette crossed her arms and leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Twenty-seven.”
“So you’re thirty-six now. You look not a day older than thirty.”
“Then you can probably put two and two together.”
Dawn rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “...So, you’re like immortal now? You found the magic to eternal youth and life?”
“All it really does are cosmetic changes. However, they come with a prize.” Finally, he turned to look at her but something was off. Something was very wrong indeed. Stoic as always, Cyrus had no qualms about the blood that suddenly began pouring out of his nose.
“Y-y-you’re bleeding!”
“I am aware of that. I’ve managed to conceal it whenever I am in public.” He said nonchalantly as he fetched some tissues and stopped the bleeding.
“What?”
“It happens at random, with various levels of bleeding. I’ve come to believe that it’s a side-effect of my body reacting to the exposure of the Distortion world. After all, it wasn’t meant for humans.”
“S-so am I gonna start bleeding too?”
“There is a difference between a few hours and half a decade. You should be fine.”
That didn’t calm Dawn down as much as she had hoped for but there were more pressing issues at hand. Like how and why Cyrus did this to himself. It was no secret that he was a misanthropist nihilist but did that include suicidal too?
“Ok… but now you gotta tell me why the hell you stayed there for so long?!”
“Research.”
“That’s it? That’s bullshit and you know it.” Dawn frowned deeply but tried to keep her cool. But her displeasure was obvious and she made no attempt to hide it.
“That’s all I’m willing to tell.”
“Wha-why?”
“For the safety of you and your mother.”
That shut the bluenette up but she was far from satisfied. Silent as the grave, she walked back into the living room and angrily sat down on the couch as Cyrus followed soon after.
“You should enjoy your birthday instead.” He said sternly, which only fueled Dawn’s frustrations more. She looked sharply at him but he simply ignored before returning to the kitchen to get a clean tissue. As things were now, she would not get much out of him so with a heavy heart, she simply left the little house. She was too angry to even say goodbye or anything really before leaving.
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The second Dawn stepped into her house, she was sprayed with confetti and a crowd of people shouting “Surprise!!” once she managed to brush away the confetti. In the middle of the living room stood, her mother alongside Barry and Lucas alongside a few of the townsfolk. Surprisingly Cynthia was there as well. They all surrounded her as she stood dumbfounded, trying to grasp the moment. A hand on her shoulder brought Dawn back to reality and she found herself looking directly at the former Champion.
“Hello. How is our champion doing?” Cynthia asked with a calm smirk on her face. It was adulating that Cynthia of all people would even consider an invitation to her birthday party let alone come. The bluenette tried to control the wide smile that had crept over her face. It felt like such a long time since she had smiled for real not to mention the frustrations from earlier soon left her body.
“Aaaah you flatter me but I’m doing all right.”
“Yeah, she’s tough but she won’t stay champion of Sinnoh for too long!” Barry interrupted before he swung an arm around Dawn’s shoulder. “But for the time being, I’ll let her keep the title.”
“Barry, don’t be such a brute towards the birthday child.” Lucas pulled at the blonde, dragging Dawn with him as the three of them struggled to stay on their feet.
“Now everyone, I spent this entire morning baking this cake. Please make yourself at home and grab a slice while you’re at it.” Johanna existed the kitchen with a heavily decorated blue and pink cake with candles, bows and cream puffs. Truly, one slice of that would press at least ten pounds onto her body. Still it looked luscious and beyond gorgeous. Dawn was however convinced that her mother didn’t bake it but she didn’t hold it against her. Johanna hated baking and said genes had been passed down apparently because Dawn hated cooking in general.
All the guests flocked around the delicious desert to get a slice of the cake, that just happened to be filled with chocolate on the inside. As people served themselves generous portions, Dawn made sure that there was something left for Cyrus. He probably deserved a slice after all, even if he had the amazing ability to piss her off endlessly.
“So, have you found a boyfriend yet?” Cynthia asked as she proceeded to eat unnaturally small pieces of her thin slice. Dawn averted her eyes from the blonde’s plate and immediately felt guilty as she realized that her slice was three times bigger.
“Nah, I don’t think I was meant to love.”
“That’s an interesting way of putting asexuality.”
“Well I’m not…. I guess.” No, Dawn was certainly not asexual, that was clear as day; especially after her adventures last night. The conversation fizzled out into other subjects as Lucas felt the urge to debate with Cynthia, the difference between asexual and aromantic. Meanwhile, the rest of the party went by rather uneventfully but pleasant nonetheless. It had been a while since Dawn had felt this at ease during a social gathering.
After the guests had left, Dawn and her mother went to clean dishes and saving the cake. There was still a fair amount of it left and although it was very delicious, Dawn could feel the calories invade her tights just by looking at it. She quickly wrapped the leftovers in tinfoil and shoved it in the fridge before returning to her mother’s side.
“Dawn,” Johanna suddenly begin, her serious tone catching Dawn off guard.
“Yeah?”
“…What would you say if I married Chiri?”
Dawn blinked for a couple of seconds before feeling a gut-wrenching sense of disgust, wash over her. The feeling was strong enough to make her heart skip a beat before her cheeks flared up in a brief moment of anger.
“What?! Has he proposed?!” She asked in disbelief.
“Oh no, he hasn’t. If I have to be honest, I don’t think the thought has ever crossed his mind, But I enjoy his company and well, a father figure would be nice for the both of us, don’t you-“
“No.” Dawn cut her mother off, mid-sentence with the hardest rejection she had ever made in a long time. Her voice was far from loud or shrill but her tone was hard and ice cold, enough to shake her mother, who had a wounded look in her eyes. Johanna looked away for a second with regret written all over her features as it occurred to Dawn what had just happened and she felt a crushing sense of guilt.
“I’m sorry. I just…” The bluenette looked dawn, feeling the guilt eating away at her. “Don’t let me dictate your happiness.”
“No, no, it’s fine honey. I understand that you’re weary after what your father did.”
‘Weary’ was an understatement. And him leaving was the best thing, he ever did for his family. His existence only brought pain and sorrow nothing else. But Dawn didn’t hold it against her mother for being lonely; after all, she had given up her career as a coordinator for him so she could make a family and be a good wife, all for his sake, and then the fucker ended up leaving, abandoning a heartbroken Johanna and a broken Dawn. Her mother was never quite the same in the years that followed even if she regained most of her confidence but Dawn… the memories kept looming over her, everywhere she went, only leaving her after she left the entire region. He had broken her beyond repair but there was no way, she could tell her mother that. Not when it had been so many years since then certainly not when she loved him so. Surely there was no doubt that she’d believe her daughter but did she really need more heartbreak in her life?
More importantly, Dawn now had to talk with Cyrus about yet another sore point in her mess of a life.
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