Men
I'm never much of a pessimist (and I don't usually write short prose like this), but this is a little thing I picked up from a writer on fanfiction. His methods were thought-provoking and insightful, and he provided an interesting view on some aspects of Pokémon I've never considered. I also believe it could make an excellent characterisation tool, if adapted properly.
This is a short piece called "men". A cynical piece from the P.O.V. of a female Lucario, talking about males and what she means to them. Because if you were a female who could feel others' emotions, I think you'd be in for a disturbing surprise...
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I know what you want. I see through your guise. Your pleasantries , your fondness - do you think I'm an idiot? I see that look behind your eyes...
Your eyes are on mine, but your mind drifts elsewhere. I can feel your imagination - it searches me so. Your aura burns; betrays your intention. I know what you're thinking - what none else can see.
I feel your thoughts surround me - you project them like filthy tendrils. I feel them encircle me, touching me so... that is your mind, your fantasy, your desire. It stings... it hurts to be thought of so and nothing more. When did I become an object? A personification of lust?
When I growl, you act surprised. Can you blame me? In your mind - you abuse me, you use me - you think your thoughts are your own. But they're not. You wish to use me, abuse me, but you won't. I have pride. I am not a play-thing for your hormones. I am not a toy.
When I say bond, you think "to make love". You couldn't comprehend it - your mind fails to delve so far. My heart rests at a level deeper than your shallow comprehension can grasp. You ask for my love - how much greater could I be insulted? You ask for my heart, you ask for my soul - but you want neither. Your idiot desires reach only skin deep - or as deep as you think you could go with me. In me. Sex - that's all you want. You couldn't understand.
However hot you feel when you imagine me, when you touch me it's cold. Your human language tells me "I love you", but the truth translates your lies. If I was but an empty vessel, you'd still love me so. A body's a body, without regard for the soul. Is that your motivation?
How can you be surprised when I leave you? When I run away? I escape to find love - to find care and kindness. To find concern for me - to be more than "the body". I want to be more than that... I want to know I'm more than a desire...
I leave, I travel - I search the world wide. I look for truth in my ideals - for evidence against your lies. It must be there somewhere... love must exist somewhere... mustn't it?
Yet everywhere I go, I feel just the same. The crowds, the populace - men see me and stare. Their hormones fall for me - but their hearts just don't care. Their eyes, their fantasies - the world views me as an object. Natures intends me as an object - I was never meant to be loved, only desired.
And so I return to you - you were the first. I give myself to you. You can touch me, feel me, make my body moan - but still on the inside, I'm cold and alone...
When you say "your fur feels nice", the truth stabs me my through the heart. When you say "you feel good", it strikes me again - twice as hard. When you say "You're beautiful", a part of my soul dies. For why should I need a soul? I'm beautiful and attractive - is anything else important? Apparently not...
My eyes are too open to be ignorant. I lack the ignorance to embrace bliss. I see reality as a bitch - and you see me as yours. When you say "I love you", your lies make me want to die.
My eyes are too open to be ignorant. I see it all. Your love is simply lust for those too blind to see behind it...
but...
... maybe if I close my eyes tight enough, I can pretend there's something more...
... maybe if I cover my ears, I can enjoy your lies... I can pretend that you love me...
... maybe if I let my heart go numb, it will stop bothering me...
... maybe if I relinquish my pride, I can lie to myself, and think that I love you...
... even if I still cry myself to sleep...