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give his physical well being a quickie you know you dream it
If he wants that he'll do it himself, he gets excited enough at the thought of a new world.
Saturn & Leaf
Leaf had just arrived in Veilstone City a mere three hours ago, coming from Sunyshore City as she journeyed across Sinnoh. The city was pretty big, its rocky disposition making the temperature colder than Leaf would have liked, but not uncomfortable enough she had to wear heavy clothes. Upon reaching the city, the first thing the young trainer did was search out a Pokémon Center, which she found rather easily. She checked in and rented a room before wandering back out onto the streets to grasp the basic layout of Veilstone.
One of the first places Leaf located was the Veilstone Department Store. It wasn’t too far from the Pokémon Center and towered over many of the other buildings that were within the same area. Making a note to herself that she would have to come back tomorrow, she leisurely walked past it to see what other interesting things she could find. The gym and game corner were also places that sparked the girl’s interest; even though she was far from interested in challenging the gym leader, she still wondered what it was like inside. If it weren’t getting so late so quickly, she probably would have dropped into one of them just to see what they were like.
A few hours of walking around and suddenly Leaf was standing in front of a rather flashy building. A large, yellow arc bent over top the building, while a dome sat cushioned in the middle of four large towers. A large, yellow “G” was painted on the front of the dome, as if that single letter gave away the entire building’s identity. It probably did, now that Leaf thought about it, but people who weren’t a resident of the Sinnoh region probably had no clue as to what it was. Being a traveler, Leaf was pretty well informed on the other regions affairs, and if she remembered correctly, there was a group of people terrorizing the people of this region. It almost reminded her of Team Rocket, whom she had many unpleasant encounters with when she first began her journey in Kanto.
‘I guess every region has their own version of Kanto’s Team Rocket.’
Leaf mused, her attention turning to some blue-haired man who had just walked out of the building and was heading towards her. The first thing that caught the girl’s attention was the man’s hair. It sported an unusual blue color (was it dyed, she wondered?) along with an unusual style. Straight bangs fell just above his eyes while on either side of his head were something that resembled a cat’s ear … no, wait, that was his hair.
‘How strange, I can’t believe he walks out in public like that.’
It took all the young trainer had to keep the blank look on her face, when all she really wanted to do was grimace at the sight. She couldn’t fathom how anyone could think that sort of style was attractive, but to each their own she supposed. Leaf watched as the man came to a stop in front of her, observing her as she did the same to him.
“Sorry, but was there something you wanted? Are you lost?”
She shot him a blank look before turning her attention back to the flashy building before her.
“No, I was just looking. I apologize for causing any disturbances. I’ll be going now.” Without so much as a proper farewell, she turned her back to the man and slowly began walking away, her eyes still scanning over the building curiously.
‘I wonder what that group’s name was … oh well, it’s not like it really matters to me.’
She paused momentarily, turning her head slightly to glance back at the man from the corner of her eyes.
‘I still can’t get over it. What a weird hair style …’
Shaking her head, she resumed her walk in a random direction. She still had enough time to explore a few more places before returning to the center.
It was rare that Saturn was ever outside, and when he was he paid little care to his surroundings, but this time he thought it might be best to if it meant keeping his mind off of everything going on inside headquarters. Veilstone was, to be frank, hideous. Saturn had never understood why Cyrus had chosen to build in such a place when he'd previously lived in one of the most prestigious and desirable cities in the entire region. There was no reason why Veilstone would be better, other than perhaps the lack of blackouts. Actually, come to think of it, that was a very good reason. Saturn's life revolved around electricity, he wasn't sure that he'd be able to cope in Sunyshore.
After a moment he realized that she'd spoken to him, and was now leaving. Well, good riddance, he supposed. He had better things to do anyway. Like getting hammered. So, for a moment or two, he did nothing, and watched her go while he replayed what she'd just said to him in search of something interesting to note, and found nothing. He'd probably been expecting too much... Most people were boring. Just as he was about to turn away to walk somewhere else, he noticed a small look.
Saturn would have let her be if it wasn't for that look. She'd turned ever so slightly, giving him a look. A look. What was going on in her head? He needed to know. Storming after her, Saturn blocked her way. Scowling, he thought over his next sentence before settling with aggressive.
"What exactly was that look for?!" he demanded, hand resting on a Pokéball in his pocket. He was having none of this, none of anybody's looks. Especially not one from some girl that thought that she could stare at such a magnificent building before simply walking away. After a moment, he calmed down a bit, deciding that she wasn't worth so much anger. It wasn't as if she'd said anything against him, though Saturn could only imagine what was going on in her head. If she did turn out to be thinking something undesirable, he'd make sure she regretted it.
saturn what is it with your weird obsession with cyrus? seriously just go do something give him a quick make out session or something he wont be so melancholy all the time
He is my leader, nothing more than somebody that I take orders from. I don't care about his emotional well-being.
AsteroidShipping?
...Never on your life, that's repulsive!
Healing || Saturn / Cyrus
Cyrus looked at the statues once more, taking in one last longing glance at them. The statues had once been a sort of power to Eterna, they had once given the city meaning and new life. But as their meaning waned, people worshiped other idols. The young ones knew half as much as their elders, who possessed the only lasting knowledge of Eterna in its youth.
He thought of his libraries, how he had built them in order to gain access to many ancient works. His pretense for knowledge among the less literate people was thin, and even now he had trouble making a profit. There were no more libraries he could build, no further information he could glean from books. There was no more power.
Or… was there? Cyrus lifted his head and sat up straight. His hands gripped his knees as he remembered the power of Giratina, the power of the Distortion World that had kept him prisoner for so long. How had he missed it? There was power to be harnessed from the Distortion World, and that power could be used to… Well, Cyrus didn’t know what it would be used for yet.
Power, power, power.
Power! That was it. Galactic could be a power company. While it gained momentum with the people — Cyrus knew Volkner would be a problem, but that can be easily taken care of — he could, secretly, create plans.
Cyrus smirked. All of his past worries and sense of helplessness had disappeared. He had a plan, and it would be a good one. He felt more energetic than he had in a long time. Cyrus stood and checked his watched. Five minutes had long since passed: it was now a half hour after his telling his assi— Saturn — to meet him.
Perhaps the boy was keeping his distance, and upon turning his head to glance to the side, that was exactly the case. The blue-haired young man sat on a bench, anxious and waiting impatiently. Cyrus inclined his head ever so slightly and placed his hands into his pockets.
“Saturn.”
Saturn was more than pleased to see that Cyrus wasn't mad at him for being late, because quite frankly he didn't have time for the man to be mad, especially when he'd taken the liberty of a day off. At the mere turn of his head Saturn stood up, continuing to act only within his place. He wouldn't step out of line again until he saw reason to. However, he was quite taken aback by the mere word of his leader- Saturn! Cyrus had forgiven him?
Finding an inability to move or speak, Saturn remained completely still for a moment while he tried to gather himself. Yes, he could feel it... His pride was returning to him. Perhaps things were going to pick up from here, hmm?
"Sir." Saturn made his way to Cyrus, his ego ready to explode. It really didn't take much, did it? Not that it really mattered... He always knew that he was brilliant. All that he'd needed was a confirmation, and Cyrus was exactly that.
Once he was by the side of his leader, Saturn turned his gaze to the statue, something that he'd once only been able to dream of seeing. The famous Eterna statue. It meant nothing to him. Funny. "What is your wish?" Maybe he'd have something interesting to do for once. Saturn was getting awfully bored of being nothing more than an assistant, and Cyrus had obviously found a new use for him if his code name was being used again. Yes, things were looking up, he could feel it.
Or was this just a loop of before? Why was he so eager to follow the man that he hated so much? Was it to see what he could do? Saturn had already seen the extent of Cyrus' power. Or perhaps Saturn was voyeuristic, maybe he enjoyed watching the man fall. It didn't matter either way. Saturn was nothing without Galactic and he would make sure to make the most out of his time there whether it was with leadership or not.
Healing || Saturn / Cyrus
Cyrus had just stepped into the elevator, the little ding emitting, letting others know that it was safe to enter. He turned around just as the young man called out, “Would you like me to accompany you, sir?”
His hand hovered over the ground floor button for a moment while his eyes studied his younger counterpart’s. There were many instances that Cyrus was at a loss of what to think about the young man, and why he did what he did. The change in behavior that had overcome the boy since the incident was alarming - now Cyrus did not know him as well as he used to. The loss of control that had fallen from his hands would be irreversible unless he took action.
“Five minutes,” he said before pressing the button. His assistant would have five minutes to cancel the plans for the day and return to his side downstairs. The elevator doors closed and soon he was alone, with the soft music to soothe him.
It hadn’t occurred to Cyrus the amount of work it would take to cancel his business meetings. Plans, flights and phone numbers needed to be rearranged and set up. Galactic needed these meetings - they were important for its survival. At the moment, it seemed that Galactic was in a decline. Alone in the elevator, however, these thoughts returned to him. He sighed and frowned, purging the thoughts from his head. He would enjoy the outside air as long as he could; wouldn’t have long before exhaustion overcame him once again. The helplessness was excruciating.
Cyrus was soon outside, sitting on a bench underneath a tree. He had walked to the grassy hill that held the statue of Dialga and Palkia, and stared at them longingly. Oh, how things could have been different. He looked away, towards the mountainous region to his east. Eterna City had been an excellent decision for another headquarters.
...Five minutes.
Five minutes! Did Cyrus think that Saturn could bend time, or something?! He wasn't fucking Palkia! Even if he did somehow miraculously fix everything in five minutes it would be a botch job- which Saturn would never do. If he was going to do something then he'd do it well.
Of course, Cyrus was probably going to zone out and that would give Saturn more time... But if he didn't zone out then Saturn would be in trouble. And of course there was always the chance that he'd end up fainting or something ridiculous... Saturn couldn't afford to take his time. He'd have to settle for a botch job. Which meant he'd deal with today and deal with tomorrow when he had the time.
Finding the email of everyone concerned, Saturn typed some message about Cyrus 'falling ill' and asking 'if tomorrow would be plausible'. He didn't have enough time to wait for anyone to reply, and so as soon as he'd sent the message to everyone, he left the building as quickly as possible before finding Cyrus by the statue of Palkia and Dialga. Typical... He wasn't really surprised that the man would be here, in fact Saturn had come here instinctively to find him.
Keeping his distance, Saturn made sure that he could see Cyrus clearly. If anything was wrong he could come over but otherwise he saw no reason. Especially not if Cyrus was mourning. Sitting down on the grass nearby, Saturn kept his eyes on the statue- it was odd how much it meant to so many people. He supposed he should have had more of an emotional reaction considering everything, but the simple truth was that he couldn't care less.
Saturn & Bugsy
The Ruins of Alph...
They were somewhat similar to the Solaceon Ruins in his own region. Saturn stood in the middle of everything, turning round every so often to get proper look at everything. Of course, he'd traveled this far for research, to see what connected the ruins- his best guess was Unown, and he was probably right. It was rare that he was ever wrong anyway.
Although... He was probably going to end up asking an expert anyway, just to make sure. It was research, after all, and what kind of research was completely amateur?
Deciding he was done just looking, Saturn began to walk around, trying to look for somebody that could tell him more.
Healing || Saturn / Cyrus
The blue haired young man, his assistant, held the smoothie out to him silently, his hand patting behind him and grabbing a few papers. Cyrus took it from him and brought the straw to his lips, his eyes focused on the papers as they were held in front of him. “Master Cyrus, it says here that you have a meeting today…?”
A meeting? The vague memory was hazy as he tried to remember. The paper had a schedule telling him what he had planned for the week. The young man certainly had been busy. Cyrus took another sip of his smoothie, the rich thick substance cooling his throat and settling pleasantly into his stomach. How long would it be before he could eat regularly, Cyrus wondered. How long would it be before things became normal again? He was without his commanders, he was without meaningful plans. What was his future?
The young man formerly known as Saturn, as Grunt #604, as Derek Winters, lightly cleared his throat. It appeared as if he, Cyrus, had zoned out. He blinked and looked at the papers again, walking to his desk as he did so. Taking a seat on his chair, he spread the papers on his desk, looking at them once again. This would not do.
“Postpone the affairs for today,” Cyrus said, looking up at his assistant. Again, the thought of a proper title for the young man escaped from his grasp.
His schedule now free from all occupations for the day, Cyrus stood up and went to the window. The sky was a bright blue, and below, the wind was caressing the trees, the branches swaying. It was a beautiful day. Taking once last glance outside, he moved away and went to the elevator. He would take a walk while he was still able.
Saturn blinked for a moment. He couldn't be serious, could he? Cyrus was clearing his schedule for the entire day- Saturn didn't think the man quite understood the gravity of that. To postpone one day's events would mean that he'd have to postpone every day's events until they smoothed themselves out. He'd have to call multiple people, apologise, rearrange everything... Gritting his teeth, Saturn forced a smile briefly. "Of course, Master Cyrus."
He did wonder just why there was a meeting planned in the first place if Cyrus knew that he wasn't well enough to go to one. Perhaps he'd overestimated himself again, thought that he'd get better before today, thought that everything would go his way. It was rare that everything went right, especially when one was recovering from... Certain incidents. Saturn was just annoyed that he'd come back to Galactic at all. He had much better plans for it than Cyrus- who didn't actually appear to know what he was doing at all.
Noting Cyrus heading towards the elevator, Saturn wondered just what it was that he was planning. There was only really one way to find out, and Saturn had always been one for curiosity, especially concerning Cyrus and whatever mysteries surrounded him at the time. It would mean that he'd be pushing his own work back for a while, too, and he didn't really want to do it at that moment. "Would you like me to accompany you, sir?"
Saturn & Leaf
With a yawn, Saturn stepped outside HQ, stretching his arms over and behind his head. It had been a long day, and he was planning on taking a trip to the bar before turning in for the night. However, he stopped in his tracks when he noticed a girl nearby, who appeared to be interested in the building. It wasn't really surprising, it was quite an eccentric design, with the large yellow arc, and the dome with the logo on it... It demanded attention, which Saturn didn't think should have been the idea originally.
Well, he had time to spare, and boredom to ease, so Saturn strolled up to the girl, and stood in front of her. "Sorry, but was there something you wanted? Are you lost?"
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Healing || Saturn / Cyrus
The sound of a whirring blender spinning its metal gears round and round in sync with one another was like a symphony to his ears. Cyrus was on his left side, and as he stirred, his legs moved under the sheets only just. His icy blue eyes opened and he lay there, staring ahead of him, listening to the whirring. The sounds of machines running smoothly always calmed him, almost as much as staring into the sky did. He spent a minute listening before sitting up, the smooth sheets falling into his lap.
The first thing he noticed was his dark-haired assistant with his back to him. He must have been the one to turn on the blender. A soft grumble in his stomach alerted him that, yes, it was time for him to eat. Having the young man around was certainly more efficient than Cyrus just relying on himself. His assistant was more useful now than ever. He was finding himself enjoying the young man’s presence.
Cyrus couldn’t come to terms with what to call the young man known as Derek Winters, however. He was ‘the young man’ or his ‘assistant’. He was not Commander Saturn, he was not Grunt #604, he was not Derek Winters. So who was he? What would Cyrus call him?
At the moment, none of that mattered. Cyrus’ stomach pained him, and he stood up. At this point, his assistant turned around after having finished pouring the smoothie into a large cup.
Saturn hadn't gotten round to asking Cyrus just what he'd meant when he called him his assistant. What was that supposed to mean? Cyrus didn't have assistants. He had Commanders, he had Grunts, he had himself. That was it. The question had been churning in his mind for weeks now and yet he knew that asking probably wouldn't bring him any good. There was simply no point.
The blender really did make a horrid noise. It was a wonder to Saturn just how Cyrus could stand it. And actually like it, apparently. He never complained about the racket. Every so often it would make a clunking sound of a lump hitting the blade, and Saturn would wince every time. It sounded repulsive.
By the time he'd finished making the smoothie and turned around, Cyrus was already standing in front of him. Holding the drink out with one hand, the other patted the surface behind him to find the schedule that he'd put down. After finding it, he picked it up and offered that in the other hand. "Master Cyrus, it says here that you have a meeting today...?" he mentioned, wondering if Cyrus had been aware of it. He didn't really seem well enough to want to go to a meeting...
Healing || Saturn / Cyrus
The following two weeks after his forgiveness, the young man known as Derek Winters did everything in his power to make sure that Cyrus followed through on his fluid therapy until he could handle eaten on his own. With supervision, of course - if left by himself, Cyrus was in danger of overeating and rupturing his stomach. With the young man by his side, however, Cyrus’ health was steadily improving.
He was able to return to work in the third week, his health having improved enough for somewhat normal function. Cyrus was still weak, however, and he needed to take frequent breaks. His young assistant took it upon himself to bring a comfortable bed up to the corner of his office and make a private sleeping area for his boss. Although he said nothing about his young assistant’s actions, he nonetheless accepted the action.
Whenever his exhaustion took hold, he would head over to the makeshift sleeping quarters. From there, he would stare out the window until he was overtaken by sleep. Cyrus’ time staring out at the sky made him understand a few things. He understood how the young man felt when he had forgiven him. The act of kindness he had bestowed had come to fruition, and now the young man had provided an act of kindness in return. He had read of this topic, and at first the idea seemed incredulous to him. However, Cyrus had tried it, and it worked.
Perhaps sparking trust and loyalty in his subordinates could be attained by a different means.
Saturn had taken it upon himself to take care of Cyrus' every need- food, fluids, work, schedule, sleep... Hell, Saturn's life was effectively becoming Cyrus' life. Well, even more than it already was.
Today... It looked like Cyrus had work to do. There were numerous messages left for him while he was asleep, and he appeared to have some sort of business meeting... Saturn printed off three copies of the day's schedule, pinning one up on the wall, keeping one for himself, and the third would go to Cyrus himself in case he forgot.
Putting the third copy down briefly, Saturn moved over to Cyrus' sleeping quarters- where, just as he'd expected, the man was sleeping soundly. Saturn had filled the makeshift room with various things, such as a blender that he used to make smoothies, seeing as Cyrus was still finding it difficult to eat. After piling in various ingredients, Saturn flicked the switch to turn the blender on as he waited for his leader to wake up.
Wounds || Saturn/Cyrus
“I-“ he started, but then his voice caught in his throat. The boy was silent for a moment, and Cyrus watched as his face shifted from confusion to something else. Tears welled up in his dark blue eyes and rolled down his cheeks in fat globs. Judging by his reaction, Cyrus assumed they were tears of gratitude. The young was happy that he had accepted him back, happy that he did not have to return to his past life of homelessness.
“I’m going to take care of you as soon as you can leave-” the boy said, his voice cracking. He lightly cleared his throat before continuing. “-As soon as you can leave the hospital, so that you don’t have any unnecessary company.”
This was definitely odd. The young man that was so desperate to best him, so desperate to take over his company, so desperate to rise to the top, was now crying tears of gratitude. He was wanting to be by his side, to take care of him. To right his wrongdoings. Cyrus found this strange. Why had his words affected the young man so strongly? Emotions were something that he could not quite grasp, no matter how many books on the topic he had read. However, if merely accepting his apology made the young man change his entire outlook on him, then perhaps… No. I mustn’t think this way.
It was true that Cyrus played an important role in his former subordinates life. No, that was not correct. The young man crying before him was no longer his ‘former subordinate’, he was now a returning subordinate. The young man could not be classified and thrown in with the other grunts; he would have to give him a different position. But what could it be?
Cyrus leaned his head back on the pillow and began to close his eyes. Exhaustion would be upon him soon. He blinked, trying to keep his eyes open, turning his head towards the young man. He’d have to gain his trust. For that, he would have to keep him close. Perhaps…
“…as an assistant,” he said quietly, his eyes closing shut as he drifted into a deep sleep.
An assistant? What did that mean? Was Saturn a Commander again? Hell, what did it matter? He had his job back and along with it a place to live. That was more than he thought he'd ever get again after what he'd done to Cyrus. He'd completely ruined the man and now he was allowing himself to be held in place... Saturn deserved this. No, he didn't. He didn't even deserve forgiveness. Not after what he'd done.
Saturn watched as Cyrus fell asleep. He needed his rest. And Saturn did too... He was starting to feel the full effects of staying awake and was finding it a little difficult to stay awake himself. The hospital had been kind enough to offer him a bed for the night, thankfully, which he was intending on using. He doubted that he would be able to make it back to HQ before passing out otherwise now that he wasn't worrying about Cyrus' life or his own. Standing up, he took one final look in Cyrus' direction before getting himself ready to go to bed.
Even as he got into bed that night thoughts were flooding his mind. And yet somehow he still felt completely drained. Nobody his age should have had to go through as much as he had that day. Nobody should have ever experienced that. He was absolutely empty of any form of peace or happiness, any hope that things would get better. He'd sacrificed his dreams to Cyrus now, and there wasn't a single way that he could salvage them.
Saturn would never reclaim Team Galactic.
The game was over- he was a king in checkmate position. And what use was that sort of king but a spoil of war?
Wounds || Saturn/Cyrus
Cyrus knew he was in the hospital. He also realized that his abstinence from food had caught up to him. It was clear who had ultimately caused his downfall. Derek Winters. He watched as the young man slowly made his way by his side. Conflicting feelings raged across his face. The downcast eyes and the hesitant willingness to come forward was clear as day to him. Why would the young man appear before him now?
Was that shame?
The young man was kneeling beside him now, his head hung low.
“…Master Cyrus, I submit.”
Cyrus narrowed his eyes but said nothing. This boy had almost brought upon his death. This boy had foiled his plans and ideas ever since he returned from that horrid Distortion World. And here he was, coming back to him with his head hung in shame. But for what? Cyrus pondered for a moment, coming up with possibilities. He would remain silent and let the boy come up with his own conclusions.
Shame for almost causing the death of the man he had loyally followed for years. Shame for not killing him. Shame for knowing that, despite his genius, couldn’t break Cyrus entirely. Shame for not using his genius to further Cyrus’ ideals.
Shame. Shame. Shame.
“Please, Master. I’m sorry.” The young man known as Derek Winters raised his head to look Cyrus in the eyes. The large blue orbs glimmered slightly.
Sorry?
Sorry doesn’t bring back life. Sorry doesn’t establish confidence. Sorry doesn’t repair what has been broken.
Sorry only acts as a buffer.
Sorry acts like tape.
Sorry can only do so much.
Cyrus was silent once again. He turned his head to gaze out the window - the nurse had kindly opened the blinds for him. The bright, cloudless blue sky always made him feel warm inside. Cyrus didn’t know what to call this feeling, but he enjoyed it. He often looked outside at the sky whenever he had the chance to.
Now, being confronted with his former subordinate, this feeling helped to clear his mind.
His eyes returned to meet the young man’s.
“Your presence here is good news,” he began slowly. Cyrus chose his words carefully, precisely. ”The pretext, however, is not. You come here before me, your head hung. Such is the way things go. Grovelling before someone, pleading to be forgiven. Begging to be accepted. Waiting for the time where the verdict is delivered…”
He paused.
Regardless of what had happened, was he still willing to proceed? His future and his life depended on his answer.
Slowly, Cyrus forced his heavy arm up. He was weak, and he knew he would be for awhile. Still, that was nothing.
His hand on the young man’s neck, Cyrus pinched down. His touch was firm, but not hard.
“You are forgiven.”
Cyrus was strong enough to speak, at least. Things were looking good for him. He wouldn't have any more interference, or problems from Saturn- at least not for now. Saturn was too tired of everything to bother. Now Cyrus was talking about pretext... As if he cared about the real reason that Saturn was here. As if he cared about anything other than himself.
But, even so...
Saturn had returned to him. Like an obedient dog he came back to his owner, tail between his legs. It would always end like this. As much as he was a businessman he also couldn't compete for leadership against Cyrus. Especially not when he'd essentially pledged his soul to the man.
His humble servant.
That was all Saturn was, and that was all he'd ever be. What a disappointment. He could have been so much better than this.
He stared down as Cyrus lifted his arm, presumably to attempt some form of punishment. This didn't really surprise Saturn at all, but he didn't expect that he'd feel any sort of pain from it. Cyrus was too weak. His arm rose to Saturn's neck, and for a moment he expected to be throttled- but it was a pinch.
And it was... Affectionate? He obviously wasn't trying to hurt Saturn. He was... Forgiving him?
“You are forgiven.”
...
"I-"
What?
While he'd apologised, he hadn't expected it to be accepted. He thought that he'd be thrown out again. Left to live on cold concrete with only the company of flattened cigarettes and bubblegum on the streets. He'd been preparing himself for that, actually. Saturn had been sure that it was the end for him.
But it wasn't. His position remained in a stasis. Was that really any better? He couldn't build himself up any further. He'd sacrificed that.
Saturn couldn't see, why was that? He rubbed his eyes briefly and his hands came away wet. Oh... He was crying. He'd done an awful lot of that recently, too much for his liking. Maybe he could just carry on as if he wasn't, they could both ignore it. He was probably just crying out of exhaustion, that was all.
"I'm going to take care of you as soon as you can leave-" his voice cracked and he cleared his throat in the hopes that it'd help before continuing. "-As soon as you can leave the hospital, so that you don't have any unnecessary company."
Wounds || Saturn/Cyrus
His world was going grey. The never-ending black pit he was falling into was constricting around him. He felt as if he were in a narrow tube. Cyrus looked down, the pitch black darkness now coming to a halt. He was now suspended, as if in a test tube. He looked around him, slightly concerned about the walls that had enclosed around him. Looking up, a bright light was coming towards him.
No, no, no.
Don’t come any closer.
I don’t want this.
The light soon enveloped him, ignoring the thin man’s wishes. It had a schedule to keep, and it would do so as quickly as it could. It wrapped around his arms and his torso, dragging him up higher and higher. Cyrus attempted to free himself, but he was too weak. His feeble protests were in vain as the light brought him even higher.
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Outside of his grey prison, Cyrus was stirring. The nurse who had been taking care of him walking in and went over his vitals. She smiled lightly to herself as she left the room. She knew that the weakened man had someone waiting for him. Walking outside to the waiting room, the blue-haired young man lounged across a few chairs, a magazine on his face. Tapping his shoulder lightly to gain his attention, the nurse smiled.
“Excuse me, Derek? Your friend… he’s stirring.” As he looked at her with his big blue eyes, the nurse smiled again. ”I’m sure he would like to see you there when he wakes up. Please, follow me.”
She motioned with her hand and waited until the young man stood up before walking towards the room. She had just moved to the area, so she had no idea who he was or what he did. Behind the scenes, Cyrus was a criminal to authorities. In the public eye, however, Cyrus was a charismatic businessman. The woman and the young man known as Derek Winters walked into the room quietly. She nodded to the young man and walked away, leaving the young man alone with his former leader.
From the bed, Cyrus was stirring.
His eyes fluttered open.
The ceiling was covered in many holes, he noticed. There didn’t seem to be any sort of pattern to it. How often this cheap ceiling was used on an every day basis. Then he blinked. His didn’t remember his ceiling looking like this. Cyrus attempted to move his arms, but they were heavy, so very heavy. He sighed, trying to sit himself up. Something against his arm moved and he felt a slight pinching sensation. Slowly he looked at his arm. There was an IV catheter in it, which went to a saline bag. He was on fluids. On his other arm was the same setup, but for a steady trickle of liquid food into his stomach.
He closed his eyes and sighed again before sensing a presence in the room.
Cyrus turned his head and saw his former subordinate standing awkwardly by the door frame.
...Cyrus was awake. That was good. Yes... Good. In all honesty Saturn didn't have the energy to think in any form of depth, just simple thoughts, simple commands, simple actions. He'd tried to kill this man. And look where it got him. Saturn would always come second. He was never the best no matter how hard he tried. Cyrus was one of the prime examples of that, of Saturn's failure.
Saturn wasn't sure whether to go into the room or stay at the door. What did he want in that position...? Well, he wanted solitude. He didn't want help from anybody. That must have been how Cyrus was feeling. But solitude hadn't helped at all. Maybe if somebody had reached out to him... Maybe he wouldn't be in Team Galactic. Maybe he'd have somewhere else to go, where people would call him by his name and appreciate his genius. He took a step into the room, closing the door behind him.
No, there was no use in being so timid. It would get him nowhere, he knew that. Another step. And another. And another. He was by Cyrus' bed.
Not knowing what to do, he knelt down, his head hung in shame. He didn't want to play this game anymore. It had cost him too much. Cyrus had won and he was just a sore loser.
"...Master Cyrus, I submit."
Goodbye, Team Galactic. Goodbye, life. Goodbye, world. Saturn was in no place to be the hero of any of those. Maybe he was worse than Cyrus after all. If Cyrus had wanted to kill him, he would have. Saturn was the one that tried to murder him. Saturn was in the wrong...
It didn't matter. Willingly or not, he was still the humble servant he had once been. He was in no position to lead. He was merely a criminal with wasted ambition.
And while he wouldn't admit it, everyone knew that he was lost without Team Galactic.
Saturn lifted his head up to meet the stare of Cyrus.
"Please, Master. I'm sorry."
Wounds || Saturn/Cyrus
The young man known as Derek Winters was panicking. He grabbed a hold of his unconscious leader and dragged him across the street, his eyes focused on the payphone that was, thankfully, right across the way. Cyrus’ head hit the ground with a solid thump as they breached the curb, but the young man paid no heed. That was the least of his worries. His former leader was in serious need of help.
Finally reaching the payphone, the blue-haired man set his former leader down and quickly grabbed the phone, fumbling to put change and the receiver to his ear.
“911, what’s your emergency?” said the female operator in a bored voice.
“I need an ambulance!” he said, panicking. “My friend just collapsed! He’s fatigued and almost starved himself to death!”
He could hear the woman’s attention spring to life. “Where is your location?”
“We’re across the street from the old Galactic building!”
“Someone will be over shortly. Please don’t panic.”
With a click, Saturn hung up on the woman. He turned to face his former leader, looking down at his gaunt face. In the lamplight, the man almost looked like a ghost. When would the fucking ambulance come already?! He paced around anxiously, glancing back at the unconscious Cyrus every other minute. After what seemed like a century, the flashing lights and siren of the ambulance rounded the corner. Quick as a flash, to of the men in blue jumpsuits put Cyrus on a stretcher and started working on him, putting an oxygen mask on his face and attaching a monitor for his heart.
Beep……….. beep………..beep………..
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Cyrus was still falling. How long had he been here? No, that didn’t matter. He felt as if he were losing the part of him that still remained. But did that matter to him? Not particularly. What held him to this world? His dreams… crushed. His subordinates, gone. Nothing was left.
Bzzzerk.
Cyrus jolted, and he whipped his head around. Where had that come from?
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“We’re losing him!” said one man in the back of the jolting bus.
“1… 2… Clear!” said the other, putting the defibrillators on Cyrus’ exposed chest.
The young man known as Derek Winters flinched when Cyrus’ body jolted upwards.
Beep…… beep…… beep…… beep……
The blue-haired man sighed in relief. For some reason, he was more worried than he should have. Arceus damn it, Cyrus.
The ambulance made it to the hospital in a matter of minutes. The two workers ushered the young man outside as two nurses rushed to greet them. Their worried faces as they sprinted inside with the unconscious man to the elevator and up to a private room. They asked the young man all kinds of questions as one of the nurses hooked Cyrus up to fluids. The young man was in a daze at all the commotion.
Everything was so familiar... The ambulance, the defibrillators, the glare of the walls, the sensation of slipping from reality... But last time it had been him in Cyrus' place. This time he'd put Cyrus there himself.
How could he have done that? How could he have been so stupid as to not see that Cyrus was starving, when it was so familiar to him? How did he willingly put another human through that? When he knew how it felt?! His head was in his hands, he wanted to vomit... He wanted to slip away. He wanted to fix this.
They were asking him questions. No, no... They'd find out. They'd find out that it was him!
"What happened?" he answered. Cyrus had collapsed after starving himself. "Has he been depressed as of late?" No. Cyrus wouldn't want any more medical attention than necessary. "Do you know why he starved himself?"
Saturn couldn't answer. Of course he knew why. It was because of him. He clutched his face and refused to answer. They weren't going to find out. Nobody would. Nobody could know.
They left him alone in a waiting room. They left him for hours. He couldn't sleep. He lay curled up on a chair while he waited for good news, bad news, any news.