And It All Comes Back to You [Allondra/Finished]

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Allondra } { words 264 } { short notes: Waiting } “May I take your order, sir?” Sharp golden eyes flickered from the menu and onto the waiter. ”Just a Razz berry shake.” The waiter looked very nervous as those dangerous-looking eyes kept looking at him and resisted the urge to gulp. Instead, he nodded quickly and jotted down his order before fleeing as fast as possible without alerting the customers. The less time he was around what was possibly a thug or a ruffian, the better. Zernebog watched the waiter flee with an amused smirk on his lips. Typical snooty server types for high-class places like these were always so easy to intimidate. In fact he used to make a habit of it a couple of years ago just to get some real laughs at boring places like these before he stopped because of various reasons, most prominent of which was to turn over a new leaf. Besides, he wasn’t here for pleasure today. He was here for business. His latest client wanted a Feebas and heard that he had one at hand, so they had him go here for the client to pick the little guy up. This would be so much easier if those contacts of hers –the client was a female, apparently- weren’t so vague and only told him to look for a woman with pink hair and to prepare the receipt. Seriously, not even a name? He could almost swear that they were making his life harder on purpose! Zernebog’s smirk slipped a little as he started to drum on the table idly. Well, she better not be late. MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

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She took her time, applying each brush of mascara with precision. The girl was exceedingly careful, making sure not to mess up. While she didn't wear much, make up was practically a fine art for the superficial girl. Albeit, the importance of this process was soiled by the relative dirtiness of a public bathroom. Once she was complete, she looked into the mirror, fixing her hair swiftly and making sure she was ready to emerge. It wasn't long before Allondra was feeling the nerves bubbling up in her stomach. Creating a network of contacts was fundamental for her hopes and dreams. Preparing herself for the worst, she went through a mental checklist. This person could have heard of her rather icy demeanor, or even worse, they could have dealt with her personally when she was in a mood. Whoever the person may be she made a promise to herself. One that bound her to the rules of courtesy, kindness, and other shit Allondra didn't normally have the maturity for.

The girl emerged from the bathroom looking her absolute best. Clad in the only the best of things, she dressed to impress. The trainer who had arranged this meeting for her had told her to simply just find a table and the person who had the Feebas would simply come to her. Allondra was in the process of doing just that when a familiar face caught her attention. He was being his typical self, fending off anyone who got to close to him with a predatory smile. There was a mental plea to not approach the male, that she must focus and wait for the person she was supposed to be meeting here, but her body boldly ignored the feeble attempt and strode towards him with her extravagant walk. The pink haired girl sat down across from him immediately, "So, darling, what did you get me? Hopefully its not something too heavy, I'm not that hungry." A sweet smile played on her face as she spoke in her ever sweet tone.

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[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Allondra } { words 257 } { short notes: Round One } "So, darling, what did you get me? Hopefully its not something too heavy, I'm not that hungry." Zernebog’s blood ran cold when he heard a very familiar voice reach his ears. No. No way. It couldn’t be her. His luck couldn’t be that ridiculous, right? Maybe if he kept his gaze at the clock, she would turn out to be some sort of auditory hallucination. However, curiosity won over his discipline this time, so he looked over to the source of the voice. Light pink hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a beautiful face that he could never forget. And not for the lack of trying. ”Nothing.” Zernebog deadpanned as he looked at her with half-lidded eyes. ”I don’t order anything for people I’m not expecting to show up, Princess. Not all of us have money to throw around for imaginary friends.” Well he was actually expecting someone to show up, but he wasn’t ordering anything for some pink-haired woman he didn’t even- wait a minute. Zernebog suddenly focused most of his attention onto the woman. Wait. Pink. The gears in his head started to turn. Is she the client…? After all, pink hair is uncommon no matter where you go, and she was the one that entered the place at the time I was supposed to meet with the buyer… I’ll just have to make sure. Can’t be too careful, especially with this bitch. Let’s see why she’s here first. The white haired trainer mused to himself as he waited for her response. MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

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His voice was unwelcoming, a repellant that plays as his first line of defense, unfortunately for the both, it only drew Allondra in more. Regretfully, this disinterested tone of his only excited the pink haired girl. He was one of the few who had such power over her, for he was a temporary fix, a not so permanent cure for her loneliness. Their reckless banter acted as a drug for the pink haired girl, showing her there were people in the world that could withstand her manipulations and cruelty, and at times even enjoy it. He showed her there were people in the world that she couldn't break.

Zernebog was a conflicting problem within the Tahki Gym leader's heart and mind, for the girl found him to be something of a comfort, but it was beyond her as to why he was one of the handful of people on this oversized floating rock of a planet that made her feel like an actual human being. His jabs at her were low and his tone with her was never kind, but always filled with deadpan annoyance, albeit the girl still found sparks fluttering in her mind when they got too close in an argument, she had always cared for him as a friend, and there was a certain attraction to him as a man. The mixed feelings flew about in her brain whenever he was near, but one question remained now: Why was he even here?

It almost surprised her how expertly she ignored his comments with a simple flip of her hair and an icy glance towards his half lidded eyes. "Darling sweet," her voice was warm enough to melt butter, "Why the fuck are you here? Last time I checked your idea of a decent restaurant was a seven dollar buffet."

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[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Allondra } { words 251 } { short notes: Round One } Now there was the bitch that Zernebog knew. He could practically feel the venom dripping off of her words as she simultaneously asked him a question and insulted him. Some things just never changed, he guessed. ”At least they have quantity and variety that’s worth the money, unlike overpriced quaint little shops like these.” Zernebog remarked, his voice still retaining the deadpan tone he used with her. His voice suddenly took a light teasing tone as he raised an eyebrow at her, though it couldn’t be seen since his bandana hid them. ”And princess, cursing already? What happened to your manners? Or your words? Did you finally decide to throw away your dictionary out of frustration~?” Zernebog knew he wasn’t answering her question at all, but he liked to make her work for things, like honest answers from him. Princess thought she was entitled to everything, but he wasn’t going to help that world view. In fact, he was doing her a great service as a ‘friend’ –however loosely that term applied to them given all the tension and vitriol between them- by showing her otherwise. And it’s so fun to rile up such a beautiful girl, no~ His traitorous subconscious whispered into his mind, only for him to squash it down without mercy. ”And princess... ladies first.” Zernebog added, hoping to remove that sudden strange thought that popped into his head. ”After all, this city isn’t a place that party girls like you frequent either.” MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

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There was a heat buzzing within the girl's body. She hated to admit the banter induced excitement within her that only a handful of people could ignite. Zernebog Romanov, with his silvery locks and predatory smile, was one of them. She disregarded any feelings for the boy and his shark's grin, although she couldn't deny the soft blushes or the heated moments the two shared frequently. It was an annoyance she would just have to deal with. Allondra huffed a laugh aimed in his direction, but gave no clear response; a true mean girl move. When with Zerne, the pink haired beauty felt like her party years had ended just yesterday. Her old care free attitude always seemed to seep into her current demeanor, and the two always ended up having a good time, despite the constant bickering. Her words threw daggers, while her tone gave nothing but affection.

"I give only to those who deserve, and do you deserve any kind of polite attitude from me? Fuck to the no, angel sweet. Fuck. To the. No." Her statement ended with a rather endearing flash of her pearly white teeth. It seemed to be another play out of the mean girl handbook. Girls of a harsh nature must never make an ugly face, especially when insulting, for it goes against their code. "Oh? So I'm a lady now? Since when have you seen me in a respectable light?" The girl paused for a moment, letting the words she spoke settle into her own mind. Allondra didn't expect an answer from the rather emotionless male. Serious topics were never a forte of his, not that the Tahki Gym leader would ever complain about that. Letting her metaphorical hair down every once in a while was a much needed medication for she always had the trands of a rose hue up; the stress of the Gym and the pressure of her dreams driving her.

"I don't know what you are talking about," She started. "Its a city, party girls flock here like birds to seed. I would know, I used to be one. But, fine. If you must know why I'm here, I've come to pick up a Feebas from a trainer. Now, care to tell me why you are here, Zerne? This isn't exactly the place for Pokemon battles or hookers."

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[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Allondra } { words 416 } { short notes: Run around } Figures the pink-haired witch wouldn’t have anything to say to him in response to his first comment. He recognized the mocking Royal Snub move when he saw it. He’s has more than enough experience with that not just with her royal highness, but with other snooty and spoiled rich people that he’d dealt with over the years. That’s why the laughter didn’t faze him at all. However, what she did next did make him react. Deserve? Hah! As if she’s ever shown a modicum of real respect in her sheltered little life! Her little platitudes and praises were like fool’s gold- nice and pretty but utterly worthless in the scheme of things. The notion of her giving real respect to anyone was enough to actually snort and chuckle. ”Yeah, right. As if politeness as fake as a Zorua’s illusions is any better, princess. Actually, that might be worse for some people.” He then went a little quiet when she actually pointed out that he called her a lady. He couldn’t actually admit to her that he’s always seen her that way –even back then when she was still loose and hedonistic- because it was probably going to make her head go so big that she might not fit the door. Or at least that’s what he told himself as he kept up the amused smirk on his face and just raised an eyebrow, hoping that the moving muscles on his face would let her see that he did in fact do that even with his eyebrows being blocked from view by his bandana. Thankfully, she moved on to another topic and actually answered his question. His smirk became wider even as his mental self started laughing hysterically. So she was his client for today after all! There really was someone up there who just loved to mess with him. Now normally he wouldn’t do this, but since this is her royal stuck-up highness he was talking about here… he needed to know just what she intended for that Feebas he caught. He couldn’t have it on his conscience if princess couldn’t take care of him or was just going to stick him into some aquarium like some trophy display. ”What exactly did you want a Feebas for, Princess?” He deflected as he tilted his head and looked at her intently. ”I thought ice-types were your thing? Or did you change that too like you supposedly did with that party girl image of yours?” MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

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Allondra rather enjoyed having no restraints with Zerne. There was never anything holding the princess back from bringing him down with jab after jab. He gave her the ability to do whatever she pleased to the male and the lasting effects wouldn't exist. Her venom caused not one bit of lasting damage to the other, and for this she was grateful. She had no intention of truly bringing the other down. She was content, forever they could be intertwined in their little fights and battles, but she never wanted there to be a war. Perhaps it was because they are of the same species. Perhaps their poisoned stings don't harm because they are immune. And this thought scared Allondra most of all, bringing her from her separate reality and back to Earth.

"It is better, angel. What the little people don't know won't hurt them." Her words were a bit snippy and her smile began to faulter, for her recent thoughts had thrown her off her game. Worry had become laced in her veins; Allondra didn't want to like him that much. The pink haired girl was content with the current relationship between the two. She was okay with the sparring of words and the random flirtations, but change in this situation was something she just couldn't afford. Brilliance is what she wanted, and she wouldn't allow a boy cloud her vision, especially one as unruly as Zernebog Romanov. Quickly she moved on from the current topic, hoping her slight blip in tone wouldn't attract the male's attention. The female didn't want to answer any "What the fuck is wrong with you?" questions right now.

"Don't be such a snoop, sweets." Her voice was back to normal, and her smile was no longer in danger of losing its sparkle. "Although, again, if you really must know, I want a Feebas because I am a Miltoic. Beautiful and serene; that is what I am. Can't you see the resemblance?" Of course her answer was complete and utter bullshit and her words were obviously teasing, but Zerne's response was bound to be an entertaining one.

CODED BY SYLVIE

[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Allondra } { words 470 } { short notes: Run around } "It is better, angel. What the little people don't know won't hurt them." Zernebog tilted his head a bit when he heard her tone change and saw her smile falter. That’s strange. Allondra usually brushed that insult away like it was nothing, so why didn’t she do the same now? Was there something wrong with her? Before Zernebog was able to ask her about it though, she quickly placed her sweet mask back on, took a leaf out from his book and changed the topic. Well, if she didn’t want to talk about it, then he was going to leave her alone… for now. But she won’t be safe from an interrogation if they ever meet again, because now she’s lit the flames of his curiosity and once it’s lit it can’t be put out until he got answers. Besides, her ridiculous response was just begging for a retort. If he didn’t know any better, he might’ve even said that she was asking it, but that can’t be the case, right? The Princess wasn’t the masochistic type. Or at least that was what he thought. ”On the first? That’s… a maybe.” Zernebog trailed off with a smirk. Of course, the woman was absolutely beautiful but he wasn’t going to admit that straight out or he might be stuck trying to push her big head out of the door. Too much of a chore. ”And as for the second?” Zernebog shook his head and snorted. ”Absolutely not. As if you’ve ever been calm and at peace with anything, Princess. You’re always trying to reach for something.” He then grinned. ”Actually, you remind me of a Gyarados. You’re definitely as vicious and foul-tempered as one. Or a Carvanha.” Before he could continue trying to think up of more insulting things to goad the woman with, a waiter finally arrived, holding that Razz Berry shake he’d ordered earlier. “Your order, sir?” ”Yeah, just put it here.” Zernebog shrugged and tapped the part of the table in front of him with a gloved hand. “Will… that be all, sir?” The waiter said pensively as he looked at Allondra and Zernebog. “Or will your date be ordering something as well?” Zernebog’s head immediately snapped to the waiter, wearing an incredulous stare. ”What? No! She’s not my date. She’s just an old friend.” It took most of his considerable self-control and acting skills to stop himself from blu- going red in the face. No. He does not blush. Especially not in front of Allondra. The waiter looked unconvinced. “Alright then. Would your friend like anything to order?” The waiter asked dryly, refusing to believe that any pair who bickered like that wasn’t the equivalent of an old married couple. He’d served in this place long enough to see the signs. MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

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The princess was fully aware his response was to be word's equivalent to a venomous bite. Albeit, the harsh words that left his oh so kissable lips immediately wiped the playful smile from her face and replaced it with a frown. Her eyes seemed to throw daggers at his. The entertainment that was residing within them just moments before had dispersed into the air, dying out with no joy to latch onto. "Are you saying I'm ugl—" Her question wasn't meant to get an answer, for it was that moment the waiter decided to interject. Allondra could practically hear the nervous heartbeat of the waiter as she poured all of her hate into the male sitting just across from her. The gears in her mind began to work again; only momentarily they had been clogged with the need to tear Zernebog limb from limb with her poisoned threats. Although, as the thoughts began to churn, a smile rose upon her lips. A devilish idea formed within the confines of her brain, and Allondra was ready to execute the plan with her sweet smile and obnoxiously loud voice.

Her face transformed into its former glory, the smile returning and her eyes sparkling with all the stars in the night sky. "Oh, honey sweet!" Allondra spoke ecstatically, her voice booming, managing to get the attention of not only the waiter, but the other customers around them. "There's no need to be discrete anymore. My mother approves of our love affair now! Even though you treat her like a slave and you can't give her grandchildren!" Her dainty hands found one of Zernebog's, gripping the gloved hand tight. Allondra's voice was still a few notches too loud as she continued her announcement. "We don't need to keep it a secret from the world any longer!" The pink haired female's attention turned full to the waiter, whom of which stood there absolutely dumbfounded. His eyes were widened, although no where near did they match the male's jaw, which might have been unhinged in the shock of it all. "Angel, I was wondering… do you celebrate birthdays here? My boyfriend's was yesterday and he never got a celebration. So, could you possibly find it in your heart to make a little dessert for us and celebrate for him?"

The surrounding customers stared for a few moments some in annoyance, some snickering at Allondra's purposeful over share. Although, they all seemed to return to their own conversations after the waiter cleared his throat. "…Sure." He said, obviously holding back some kind of opinion. Just before walking away Allondra said thank you with all the grace she didn't have just moments ago. "I don't know how I could have forgotten it was your birthday, babe." She spoke coldly once the waiter was out of earshot.

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[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Allondra } { words 338 } { short notes: Facade } Plan successful~ The smirk on Zernebog’s face became smug as he saw the sheer amount of hatred and rage that was practically rolling off of her form in waves. If looks could kill, he would’ve been buried six feet under in messy pieces already. "Oh, honey sweet!" Only for Zernebog’s smirk to fall off of his face when the woman started to speak in a very loud voice and started to state all of those outlandish lies. For one thing, he’d never even met Allondra’s mother, let alone interacted with her. And boyfriend? As if he’d ever get together with a bitch like her! He’d seen what she did to those dolts she strung along years ago, and he didn’t want any part of that, thank you very much! But isn’t she our type~? His subconscious muttered rebelliously in the back of his mind, forcing to squash it down hard. Bad brain. No crazy thoughts like that. Stop thinking about it. No matter how gorgeous she is, just no. His jaw worked to say something, but no sound was coming out of his mouth. Beneath his bandana, his eyebrow began to twitch furiously as the woman continued with her over-the-top declaration. His hands were twitching, resisting the urge to squeeze even harder on those hands that were squeezing his own. When the waiter left, Zernebog finally found his voice again. ”Hardy har har, princess.” His tone was now extremely dry as he stared at her, now seriously rethinking giving the Feebas to this woman. ”The acting could use some work.” Zernebog deadpanned. He would know, he used to do it for a living. ”Too much ham. Voice projection was good though, but that probably doesn’t matter much in a place like this.” Zernebog then chuckled as a sardonic smirk crept on his face. ”Besides, I thought you’d rather have your arm bit off by a Sharpedo than date me? What, are my words now worse than a Sharpedo bite? I’m flattered, Princess.” MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

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She found joy in his lack of a voice. The happiness only seemed to intensify the look Allondra was giving Zernebog. Her eyes gleamed brightly and beautifully into his. Hopefully the male knew better than to relax at such a tense moment. To be on the receiving end of such an endearing look from the Ice Princess was a bad omen, for soon in your future Allondra's wrath would come crashing down upon you.

The gears in her mind were already at work forming another plan. "Are you really judging me on my acting skills after that masterful performance? Like, babe, how could you say such horrible things to your beloved?" Allondra easily held back the mischievous laughter in her throat as she spoke. Years of facades and falsities made things such as this quite easy for the girl. "When would I ever say such a horrible, dreadful, disgusting thing about my boyfriend?"

The giggle that escaped her lips wasn't taunting in the least, but just as sweet as the girl always seemed to be. Within seconds, the pink haired young woman let go of his hand and stood herself up from the table. "Don't you worry, baby!" She oozed over dramatically. "I'm just going to the restroom to touch a few things up, I'll be back within minutes!" As she walked away, Allondra quickly scanned the room, and the most devious smile played on her lips when she noticed the waiter coming towards the table with the dessert and lit candle.

The girl didn't even bother pretending to head to the bathroom, and simply walked straight towards the door, leaving Zernebog in the restaurant with a birthday song and the bill. Just after leaving, she dialed a number into her phone, telling the contact on the other end she would have to reschedule the trade for the Feebas, and that something else had come up.

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[Zernebog Romanov]

Rise Rebel Resist I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels... { tags: Allondra } { words 575 } { short notes: Call } Zernebog propped up an elbow and leaned his head on his hand, looking like he was bored out of his mind with his girlfriend’s spiel. He was more exasperated than irritated with the entire thing, really, because he knew that the woman was doing this out of spite. ”Easy.” Zernebog shrugged. ”It’s the truth.” He then paused before adding something else. ”And you say those kinds of things about everyone, Princess. You’re just upfront about it with me.” He deadpanned the last statement. Zernebog then stared at her with half-lidded eyes as she suddenly stood up and announced to the world that she was going to the restroom. Ignoring the sudden lack of warmth in his other had as she let go, he couldn’t help the parting shot that escaped his lips as he watched her go out the door. ”Hey Princess, I didn’t know you thought so low of everyone else that you think that the streets are now a restroom!” That got him some incredulous stares and many snickers from the customers in the establishment even as she went out the door. After that parting shot, Zernebog turned his attention to the waiter with the cake and a group behind him with instruments and pokemon. He raised an eyebrow and gave them his best disinterested yet irritated glare. ”The Princess is gone. You can put those away now. It’s not my birthday anyway.” “But sir, she said….” The waiter with a cake started, only to be cowed into silence when the man’s glare intensified. ”It. Is. Not. My. Birthday.” Zernebog made sure to emphasize each word. ”So just go back to your normal work and leave me to my shake, alright?” The or else was implied in his tone. “Y-yes sir!” Knowing better than to get on the bad side of someone who looked like he did unsavoury things for a living, the assembled staff fled back to their normal jobs and away from the scary man. Once they were gone, Zernebog smirked and basked in his small victory. Take that, Princess! Just as he removed his head from his hand though, his pokegear suddenly buzzed from within his pocket. Wondering at who might be calling him right now, he pulled it out from his pocket, pressed the accept button, and then placed it on his ear. ”Zdravstvujtye . Romanov speaking.” “I’m sorry to inform you that our client rescheduled the meeting, Mr. Romanov.” The sultry female voice replied in a neutral tone. “She had last minute things to attend to.” An amused grin etched itself on his lips. ”Oh, is that so? That’s a pity.” “We are sorry to have kept you waiting for nothing, Mr. Romanov.” The voice actually sounded a little apologetic at this. ”Don’t worry, it’s fine.” Zernebog smirked. ”I was kind of expecting this call after she walked out without realizing who I was.” “Sir? She was in the café? And you saw her?” ”Yeah.” He chuckled. ”She was busy with… other things.” “I see.” The voice paused. “I’m going to have to talk to her about that later, Mr. Romanov.” ”Do what you need to do.” He commented as he pulled out the Feebas’ pokeball and examined it with a lazy eye, grinning at the occupant inside. ”I guess this little guy will just have to wait a little bit more, hm~?” [END] MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE