Interlude – Steps (Part 3)
<strong>INTERLUDE - STEPS (PART 3)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">The evening sky was settling over Oreburgh city, and with it came the lights. Cecilia Obel had always thought that a city at night was the most beautiful thing there was. A city was made out of millions of individual parts and inhabited by hundreds of thousands, but at night? All individuality melted into a concert of shing lights, and humans couldn’t be seen, especially from so high up. Still, no city had everpared to Castelia, her home back in Unova.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And so apparently, the Gible my parents bought me has the potential to eventually rival— or perhaps even <em><span style="font-weight:400">overtake </em><span style="font-weight:400">Cynthia’s. That’s what our private breeder said. Can you believe it? All those times that I let that little monster feast on the wildlife here seem worth it now,” Louis Bianchi bragged.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t say?” Cecilia answered with a high-pitched voice. “Well, I certainly believe you can achieve that potential.” She tilted her head, stared straight into his eyes, and smiled at him. The young man blushed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Internally though? In the depths of her mind? She was miserable.
<span style="font-weight:400">Louis Bianchi— the heir to the Bianchi family and their fortune numbering in the billions. The potions you bought, the vitamins, the repels, everything that could be found in a Pokemart? Chances are they were made by the Bianchis. And this young, eighteen-year-old boy had signed up for the Circuit for the first time and was traveling with her along with an entourage of other rich heirs. Tonight though, they were alone, as he was, unfortunately, also Cecilia’s fiance.
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia hadn’t had any say in it, of course. She had been practically <em><span style="font-weight:400">forced </em><span style="font-weight:400">to fly to Sinnoh and sign up for the Circuit by her father, and he had told her this a <em><span style="font-weight:400">month </em><span style="font-weight:400">before her flight. She hadn’t been surprised by not picking who she was going to marry, of course. Her family— the Obels— had raised her for that very purpose. To be married off to a man of high status. Cecilia had just been surprised at how <em><span style="font-weight:400">early </em><span style="font-weight:400">the decision had been made. She was still just fifteen, and set to marry someone three years older than her as soon as she turned eighteen.
<span style="font-weight:400">Guessing her father’s goal was easy enough. As soon as they married, the Obel Energy Company in Unova and the Bianchi Conglomerate would inevitably intertwine economically and would be able to throw their influence around the entire world. She knew her father would no doubt urge her to have a child before she even finished reading her vows so that eventually, the twopanies would merge.
<span style="font-weight:400">The second goal was obviously name recognition. If Cecilia did well enough in the Circuit, then the Obel name would start spreading throughout Sinnoh and would stop only being a Unovan household name. She had been instructed to gain eight badges, help Louis do the same, and then lose to him at the Conference.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I am d you agree, Cecilia. I believe we will go very far this year together,” Louis said, cing his hand on hers.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Ew</em><span style="font-weight:400">, she thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. With you as our leader, there is no ss ceiling we couldn’t break,” She answered. She had to resist the urge to pull her hand from his.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How are you finding the food, by the way? I <em><span style="font-weight:400">have </em><span style="font-weight:400">to ask where they raise their Goldeen, these sushi rolls are simply <em><span style="font-weight:400">exquisite</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Her fiance said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s perfect. Just like you, darling,” Cecilia lied.
<span style="font-weight:400">She needed to keep showering him with titudes. Her father had explicitly asked her to make Louis fall for her, and he had. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Hard.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Men were so easy, and yet so terrifying all the same. A smile, a fewpliments, and they’d be eating out of the palm of your hands. But if they ever realized that they weren’t in control for an instant? Cecilia held back a shudder.
<span style="font-weight:400">Louis swallowed. “Say, Cecilia… would you want to join me in my room tonight? I could order the best champagne bottle in this city.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia drew a sharp breath. The <em><span style="font-weight:400">stare</em><span style="font-weight:400">, oh, Arceus the stare.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">My eyes are up here, </em><span style="font-weight:400">She screamed internally.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know… it’s gettingte, and I’m quite tired. I think I’ll just go straight home and sleep. Maybe Emilia or Justin will keep youpany.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see,” He said, not bothering to hide his disappointment. “Maybe some other time then?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Some other time,” Cecilia said.
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia knew she was beautiful and… well-developed for her age, which was more a curse than a blessing. Since the age of twelve, she had suffered under the stares of men. Father’s business partners, friends, <em><span style="font-weight:400">or even family</em><span style="font-weight:400">. They sometimes stared for an entire conversation, unable to realize that she could <em><span style="font-weight:400">tell</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Or maybe they just didn’t care?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cecilia? Are you feeling sick?” Her fiance asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I—uh—I—” She stuttered
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is the smell of fish too overwhelming?” Louis continued. “Server! Here, please.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Is that really how weak I am to you? You think smell is making me feel like this?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Cecilia thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s quite alright,” She told the server. The poor man looked whiter than a sheet of paper. The entire restaurant had been cleared for them, and they were attended by the entire staff. “I apologize, I’m just feeling tired.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Should we cut dinner short then? It’s a shame, but we must prioritize your health before all else. Plus, you have to be well rested for your battle against Roark.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia nodded and they quickly left the restaurant after Louis paid an astronomical sum. To them, however, it was spare change. They were in the richest neighborhood in Oreburgh, separated from the rest of the city to avoid the heavy pollution that gathered around the mines and the industrial area. They got into a taxi and rode in silence to their hotel.
<span style="font-weight:400">When they got there, Cecilia quickly said goodnight to Louis and her otherpanions, Emilia, Justin, and Pauline. They smiled at her and wished her well, but were those smiles fake? Were they even friends, or was it just a facade? Cecilia couldn’t tell, but the fact that she had to ask herself this didn’t bode well.
<span style="font-weight:400">The young girl locked herself in her room and stared at her three Pokeballs in silence. The weight of her battle was slowly mounting on her shoulders, creating an ample amount of stress. Not because she wanted to win, but because she knew the wrath from her father her defeat would incur. She slowly touched her cheek, caressing it softly. She had never felt so alone in her entire life. At least in Unova, she had—
<span style="font-weight:400">Her Poketch rang, and Cecilia beamed as she read her caller’s name.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Amy! I was just thinking about you, how are you doing?” Cecilia asked in an upbeat tone.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m fine, I was just excited. You hadn’t called yet tonight, so I wondered if you had finally taken the plunge with your <em><span style="font-weight:400">chérie</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Amy Saunier was Cecilia’s best friend back in Unova, even though she had originallye from Kalos. She was the only one Cecilia could be herself with, but she hadn’te to Sinnoh for the Circuit.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t. Not tonight. But enough about him, how did your modeling gig—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, no, no,” Amy interrupted. “You need to hurry up and sleep with him, Cece. If you don’t he’ll get tired of you and find another woman.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia froze. She couldn’t evenprehend the words that hade out of her friend’s mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W—what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you surprised? He’s a man, he wants to have sex. The longer you wait, the more cumbersome your rtionship will get. Take it as advice from your best friend. I know you’re nervous but—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Has father been talking to you about this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Monsieur </em><span style="font-weight:400">Obel? No, why?”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Is she lying to me? </em><span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia thought. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Why can’t I tell? I should be able to tell!</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“D—doesn’t it bother you? The fact that I’m supposed to marry him? I’ll have to live in Sinnoh and we won’t be able to see each other.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it is a shame,” Amy started. “But I also can’t get in between you and your familial duty.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have to go,” Cecilia said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cece? Hold on—”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia was on the verge of tears as she hung up. Who had she just talked to? She sat on her bed and hugged her legs as she silently cried for what seemed like hours. She had no one here, no one back home, and she had no agency. She was a tool for her father to exploit, and there was nothing she would ever be able to do about it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Even the one she loved the most had betrayed her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was this it then?
<span style="font-weight:400">She stared at her Pokeballs through her teary eyes and cursed. There was one way. One avenue through which she could escape. To forego her father’s n and build a life for herself here by actually winning the Circuit. Not only would she get a good amount of money and stop being dependent on her father, but she would also burn his ns to the ground. But would she? <em><span style="font-weight:400">Could she</em><span style="font-weight:400">? She was so <em><span style="font-weight:400">tired</em><span style="font-weight:400">. A part of her hoped she would go to sleep and not wake up tomorrow.
<span style="font-weight:400">The only thing she could was—
<span style="font-weight:400">“Take it one step at a time,” She cried.