THE PSEUDONYM - THE HOTTEST NEW FICTION

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style=width: 500px][style=float: left; font-family: arial black; font-size: 18px; height: 35px; border-bottom: 10px solid FFFFFF]THE HOENN CHAMPION'S BODACIOUS REBEL![/style][style=float: right; width: 120px; border-radius: 10px; border: 1px solid FFFFFF; margin-top: 10px][style=padding: 10][/style][style=padding: 10][/style][style=padding: 10][/style][/style][style=float: left; width: 365px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-column-count: 2; -webkit-column-fill: balance; -webkit-column-gap: 15px; -moz-column-count: 2; -moz-column-fill: balance; -moz-column-gap: 15px; padding-top: 10px; font-family: times;] CHAPTER ONE by Dick Harden The snow crunched under Xander's boots as he walked through Snowpoint City. While the worst of the fighting had taken part outside of the city, the Nox and Lux forces clashing in jagged waves of battle, the city had not been entirely spared. Still, the destruction here was lesser than most other battlefields could boast. And besides, this was Sinnoh, Cynthia's territory. What was he doing here, so far from his station and responsibilities in Hoenn? Because, there was a face he could not remove from his mind. It haunted his dreams, and bled into his waking hours. The soft black hair, the blue eyes endlessly shimmering, full of a passionate fury that touched Xander's core and stirred a fire deep inside of him. Idly, he wished that the cold and bitter climate of Snowpoint could quench that fire. But alas, it had begun burning here, on the field of battle. His salvation was not to be found. But perhaps he was not the only sufferer. Behind him, as he had often heard in his dreams, was the sound of footsteps. Even knowing what he would see before he turned, Xander could not help the startled gasp that emerged from him. The object of his obsession, the Nox member called Cecil. His enemy, his beloved. "I didn't expect to see you again," Xander said, with a pang in his heart. Ah, the furious waves of emotion that rose and fell within him! He disagreed with all of the man's foolish ideals, found his personality to be a cause of much wrath, and had done his utmost to defeat him for Lux's cause. Yet he could not repress the swelling urge of lust. "I felt...a compulsion." Cecil said, his eyes averted to the ground. As if he were ashamed to meet Xander's eyes. "I believe in Nox's cause. Yet at times...I cannot tell if my feelings for Lux...my feelings for you...are hatred or....something else." Xander took a half step forward involuntarily. "Say no more," he murmured. "I know the barriers that separate us. We cannot--shh, my love, I know this to be true--and do not love each other more than our ideals. But while in the outside world we are different men, men with duties...here, we are not those men. We are merely lovers, loving in the name of love." Cecil finally brought his gaze to bear on Xander. If only for those shimmering aqua pools to forever be locked to his! "If you too know of what I feel," Cecil said. "Then show me." The last reluctance falling away, Xander blitzed forward, burying the other man in a deep embrace. As if by long ordained fate, his mouth found Cecil's, his fingers tangling in that night black mane. Together they fell to the ground, and in the cold of Snowpoint, in the cold of the war, made a place of love and warmth.[/style]

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][style=width: 500px][style=float: left; font-family: arial black; font-size: 18px; height: 35px; border-bottom: 10px solid FFFFFF]THE BODACIOUS REBEL'S VALIANT OUTCRY![/style][style=float: right; width: 120px; border-radius: 10px; border: 1px solid FFFFFF; margin-top: 10px][style=padding: 10][/style][style=padding: 10][/style][style=padding: 10][/style][/style][style=float: left; width: 365px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-column-count: 2; -webkit-column-fill: balance; -webkit-column-gap: 15px; -moz-column-count: 2; -moz-column-fill: balance; -moz-column-gap: 15px; padding-top: 10px; font-family: times;] CHAPTER TWO[style=font-size: 8px]by Dick Harden[/style] The onyx-haired Nox rebel simmered with rage as he paced back and forth on the slopes of Sootopolis. He had known that loving Xander--if he could even still say that he did!--would be hard, would be a trial, in these times of war, when they were so fundamentally opposed. He had known that. But still, the level of this betrayal, which had been inflicted upon him, most humiliatingly, by the man who claimed to love him...! This would not go unanswered for. He had fled the scene of the once peaceful protest--before Lux had gotten involved, at least--without a clue of his destination to Xander, but if the man knew and cared for him as much as he claimed to, he would easily track him down. And indeed, within the half hour, Xander stood before him. A look of exquisite agony was etched upon his handsome face, his blonde hair plastered to his scalp by the rain that had kicked up, his uniform clinging uncomfortably, but Cecil's anger was not appeased. The pitiful sight only stirred his wrath to new heights. "How could you?!" he shouted, advancing on Xander quickly. Although the other man could have easily overpowered him, Xander simply remained limp as Cecil grabbed him by the collar and shook. "You monster! To disperse that protest like that, with such violent methods---and you. You killed her. My--my--" He broke off, unable to continue, his grip on Xander's collar slackening as he bent his head and succumbed to a series of muffled, albeit frame-shaking, sobs. Xander stepped away from Cecil's grasp, steadying the man with a broad hand on his lower back when he stumbled forward automatically at the loss of his support. "I didn't want to," he answered. "Trust me, dear heart, it was the last thing I wanted to do. But in Hoenn especially, I have a reputation to maintain. I need to present an iron and unyielding stance against your rabble. I'm so sorry. Just let me hold you. Just let me take care of you." Far from appeasing Cecil, however, the words had the opposite effect. He recoiled sharply from Xander, nearly tripping over himself as he reeled back, horrified. "You...you fiend. You don't even see us as people, do you? Just a mob you have to put down. Just a stinking mass of urchins. You think you're above us all. That you're too good for us." Xander stepped back as if he had been slapped. "You know that isn't true, Cecil. You know how I feel for you--the depth of what I feel for you! You know!" But Cecil was beyond Xander's words. "No," he snarled. "I don't know you at all. I never did. The man I thought I loved...he was just an illusion, wasn't he? There's no way a filthy Lux could ever have a heart, could ever see me as a person. You repulse me. If I ever see your face again, I'll put you down the way you put down my Roselia. That's a promise, dear heart." And with that, the Nox speaker was in the air, fleeing, astride his fire moth of a Pokemon that I can't recall how to spell right now. Xander was only a rapidly dwindling dot on the landscape beneath him. And then, quite suddenly, he was gone.[/style]