Yuri had spent so much time in Hoenn that any trip out of the region felt like a little adventure to him. Even Pewter City in Kanto felt as though it were lightyears away --- he would have laughed at the thought of it if he had more of a sense of humour. To think that there was a point in time where he’d travelled across entire galaxies without thinking of distances at all; Earth was just so tiny, this little blue and brown speck in a sea of empty space. It was no wonder to him why humanity would try so hard to look toward the stars. From what he’d seen there simply were no other habitable planets bearing intelligent life anywhere near them.
But that was neither here nor there, and he’d think of his past a different day. Today was meant to be spent wandering the Pewter Museum of Science, his empty black eyes glazing over a glass case display for some fossils. He was supposed to come to exchange scientific material having to do with the results of sample analysis's of the museum’s moon rock samples from the lab in Mossdeep with some of Kanto’s local scientists, but they were busy mulling over the papers he’d brought them and he had plenty of time to kill. He was probably much too engrossed in studying the little grooves in a Dome Fossil on display to normally notice anyone coming in ( not that there was all that much traffic; Pewter appeared to be relatively quiet for a city, and other than the occasional wandering ambling in there wasn’t that much movement going on ), but a sudden sensation stirring uncomfortably in the gem hidden beneath his shirt managed to tear his eyes away from the display and up toward the entrance of the museum.
And then they shot right back down again.
It was a feint; Deoxys saw not with their eyes but with electromagnetic waves emanating from their gem cores, and if that was to be taken into account he was still definitely staring down the all-too-familiar trainer that’d entered into the museum. Red --- he’d never met him in person before, but the directions Giovanni had given him in provoking him to try drawing him out ( and subsequently baiting Organism Two out into the open for capture ) had etched him all too clearly into his mind.
Of course, back then he’d still been openly going about as Organism One.
Everything is fine, he reassured himself in an effort to quell the sudden shard of panic that’d wormed its way into his metaphorical heart. It wasn’t like Red would have any reason to recognise him, or even --- even to talk to him. He was probably just swinging by the museum to view a display and then run off to do who-knew-what with who-knew-who.
Maybe Organism Two.
He missed them terribly, longed desperately for his twin Deoxys’ companionship, but he wasn’t about to up and ask him about where it is they could’ve flown off to. For all he knew they could’ve flown off into space, or ( a wretched thought ) have been captured by a different trainer after Giovanni, or---
Or Giovanni could’ve properly disposed of them after they’d done so to him. He kept his eyes low to the fossil.
