Dye The Darkness Red Tonight (Marley)

She had been following her for weeks. At least, that was what it seemed like. Willow slowly made her way up Angel Heights, her black hair flowing in the gentle breeze. The scenic path over the mountain was quite populated during the day with tourists and the like, but at night it was practically barren, aside from a few stray Pokemon. It fit the Mewtwo gijinka's tastes just fine. At night she could hide in the shadows, and walk around without being seen. During the day she was subjected to human girls fawning over her "perfect" hair and "perfect" body. Such attention was uncomfortable, and made her want to run away like a frightened child. Of course, she would accept their attention, but from a comfortable distance. She despised humans in general, but if she were to go around hurting them at will... Well, that would cause attention. And that was the last thing she wanted.

Willow had been following around the Mew gijinka, Marley, for quite some time now. She felt a strange need, from the moment she saw the pinkette, to protect her at all costs. It was like... she knew her, or something. She wanted to be by her side and watch over her. It was like they were two halves of the same whole, were friends, or something along those lines. She knew that this sort of following-around was often referred to as "stalking," but it wasn't like that. At least, not to her. Her body was practically acting on it's own, and it sort of startled her at times.

Lost in her thoughts, the black-haired girl tripped over a Rattata who had run in front of her feet, landing on her hands and knees roughly. The rat Pokemon turned around and looked at the girl, startled. Willow abruptly sat up, her violet eyes flaming. "Watch where you're going, you little rat!" She practically snarled to the Pokemon, and shot a Shadow Ball towards (but not at) it. The little Pokemon ran away with a startled cry at the loud sound of the Shadow Ball exploding a bush close to it. Willow stoop up quickly, brushed herself off, and grumbled under her breath. She hadn't meant to get so angry, but she sort of... snapped. Suddenly feeling a presence close by, she darted into the shadows of a nearby tree, eyes darting around for any sign of movement. If it was just a human, she would ignore it, but if it saw her shoot that Shadow Ball... she was going to have some problems to explain.

Words;; 430? Holy cow!
Notes;; Had to write this up twice, it turned out better the second time c: Sincere apologies if it isn't that great, I'm a little rusty x'D
Tagged;; Marley Wallace
Muse;; Good ^^

Being a legendary Pokemon in a human body made her senses and movement much more dull than they had been while she was in her original form, but compared to the average human being and even a good half of the gijinkas that ran around, her sense of smell, hearing, and sight were still heightened to a surprisingly high rate. She was used to being followed. Whether it was a Pokemon, entranced by her singing, or a human who knew of her legendary status wanting to capture to use for him or herself or sell on the black market for far too much money, she could always tell they were trailing her from the moment they started the act. Most time, she would brush it off, try to push it to the back of her mind and ignore it until the pursuer made a move to harm her, in which she'd quickly summon her Psychic bow and blow their brains out with an arrow. Unfortunately, she was not always successful.

When the girl with the long, dark hair – furrowed brows, angry grunts, the whole package – started stalking her movements, she thought almost nothing of it. She didn't look the part of a hunter, didn't seem to have the greed for it, either. Sometimes, humans just did weird things, and it was the only thing she could do when she tried to ignore them to the best of her abilities. But when the days started piling up and at least a solid week had passed, the purple-eyed following hardly even stopping to rest or eat, worry started eating away at her gut. How was she keeping up so well? Surely she would have to take a break some time, right?

Marley's favorite place in the world, aside from her home island back in Kanto, was Angel Heights. She didn't even care if there were a flurry of people or no, didn't care that most people revered it as a place designed for lovers to enjoy the company of one another. She could lean over the fence that kept people from falling off the cliffs; could imagine herself falling off, possibly to her death; could sing softly to herself while the nearby Pokemon all gathered to listen. The pinkette remembered talking to Jirachi here not long ago fondly. Unfortunately, he was no here this time. Just her, a few stray Ratatta, and her ever-present stalker. Relaxing here was going to be much more difficult with worrisome company. The moment said company snarled something demoralizing and summoned a ball of dark energy in the form of a Shadow Ball, however, Marley had turned and watched the scene in surprise. The Ratatta scuttled off, but there was no Pokemon around that could have learned that move. No Pokemon around at all, really. Just a girl with pigtails and another girl retreating into the shadows.

“I... I-I know you're there,” she called, conjuring a wooden bow and arrow and aiming the latter at the female in the shadows. Her words were strong, but her voice was weak and the knees that kept her standing shook in a combination of fear and anticipation. Shadow Ball. A gijinka, probably, and one with a powerful move that would be super effective should it come down to a battle. “And... and I know you've b-been following me, so... so don't try to run away! I-I'll shoot!”

Willow Mantell

It seemed that she had been spotted. By the Mew gijinka, to make matters worse. She didn’t want to have to confront the girl that she had been following, because she would probably make a fool of herself. To be honest, she had never been good at conversing. She was either hurting something, or running away from something. There was almost never an in-between. The psychic-type gijinka, clearly seeing her disadvantage with a Shadow Ball, conjured a wooden bow and arrow and pointed it at Willow, telling her that she knew she was there. The dark-haired girl sighed. Even though the pinkette’s words were sincere, her voice was weak and her knees were shaking. The girl was more frightened than anything, which was understandable considering she had been following her around for quite a while now.

Stepping out of the shadows, Willow raised her hands to try and show the other gijinka that she wasn’t going to hurt her. “Sincerest apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you.” The girl told the pinkette, her violet eyes watching her carefully. “I know that I must seem like I’m stalking you, but I will assure you right now that I am doing no such thing. I am simply watching over you. Although… That almost sounds worse, I suppose.” She sighed, pushing some stray hair behind her ear. “Just do not shoot me, please. I-I don’t want to hurt you.” She told the girl, backing up a pace. She stared at Marley with fearful eyes for a few brief moments, thoughts flashing through her mind about what would happen if she lost the only thing she cared about in the world. And right now, that “thing” was Marley. It didn’t matter if the gijinka ran away from her, she would continue to follow her out of fear of her getting hurt. That much she was certain.

Marley Wallace

When the mysterious stranger failed to comply immediately, Marley worried that the message had not been sent clearly enough. Yes, her slight terror was evident, but that did not mean she would not cast her arrow and it would not kill her target – she'd yet to meet a foe who did not succumb immediately to a well-aimed shoot that flew from her fingertips. She could still see the silhouette of the girl in the shadows – knew that her own figure was being outlined by a nearby lamp post – and kind of shook the bow in her bare hands as to send a message: “I'll do it”. She was about to let go, in fact, when the second to their strange little duo stepped into view and held up her hands in a surrendering manner. Only a fool would make a move to kill the elusive legendary in this scenario, and not even a professional would be able to finish the job.

The female was beautiful. Almost enviable, if it hadn't been for the pinkette's indifference toward appearance; why else would a goddess be content with the body of a tiny school girl in pink pigtails? Where she was short, the stranger was tall; where she was light, the stranger dark; short hair to long hair; cowardice to self-dependency. However, for all their differences, an aching feeling of familiarity and similarity knocked at the periphery of her mind. This gijinka was no ordinary gijinka. It couldn't be... could it? “Sincerest apologies,” the purple-eyed woman started. “I didn't mean to frighten you. I know that must I must seem like I'm stalking you, but I will assure you right now that I am doing no such thing. I am simply watching over you. Although... that almost sounds worse, I suppose. Just do not shoot me, please. I-I don't want to hurt you.” There was a sincerity in her voice, small traces of what Mar-mar almost took as fear, and only a person with the coldest of hearts would not lower their bow at that.

“What... what makes you think th-that I'd need... “protection”...?” the pig-tailed girl asked, mildly accusatory. The lesser Pokemon could often tell she was a legendary in human form, and all treated her as a superior. The only times someone would deem she needed “protection” would be when she was being chased, or when that someone was of a higher status, which was incredibly rare. That meant that she was either faced with a fool, or the even-more-elusive Mewtwo. Marley had heard stories that the purple Pokemon had taken a human body, as well, but had yet to show up to any gatherings or even to make small talk with any of the fellow legendaries. The idea that it'd be here, talking to her was far fetched, but... “Y-you're... Mewtwo... aren't you?” she dared to ask, the hand still grasping the arrow twitching in anticipation. Celebii had warned her about rumors stating that Mewtwo was a violent monster, that it – she? - hated the fact that she was second to an original and wanted said original's head for bringing it – her? - into existence.

Yes, that had been sincerity she'd heard when the raven-haired wonder had said she would not harm her, but what sincerity what she actually meant?

Willow Mantell