F*ck it. Imma do a Oneshot for this pairing because this ship is glorious

Giovanni's POV

I really don't know why I like Cyrus. It could be anything, really. But the reason isn't important; its figuring out how to get to him. And by that, I mean talk to him.

The poor guy doesn't have emotions. At all. Supposedly he was rid of them from such a young age, he doesn't even know how to read most emotions. Even basic ones like excited and upset confuse him.

So what the hell am I supposed to do?

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"Hello? Cyrus?" I asked as I knocked on his door.

He opened the door. "Greetings, Giovanni. You may enter."

There he goes again, in that monotone voice with no emotion at all. Sometimes I wonder how he does it.

I stepped inside and sat down. Cyrus sat down on the couch next to me, already knowing that I wanted to talk to him.

"What is it you wish to speak to me about?" he asked.

I hesitated, then began the conversation by asking, "Does it ever bother you that you can't feel anything?"

"Not at all."

"Not once have you thought about—"

"No."

For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw fear in his eyes. Deathly fear. But I knew I was just seeing things.

"...Have you ever thought about... Love?"

"Not frequently."

"Meaning...?"

"I did once."

"...When?"

Cyrus closed his eyes. "In the Distortion World. The Monster forced the thoughts into my brain."

I knew who "The Monster" was. He refused to speak its name for fear of it returning to torture him. Except it wasn't fear because he couldn't feel. It was simply because he did not like being tormented by the beast. Or something... I get confused about this whole "no emotions thing."

"Did Giratina know who you like? Do you even like anyone?"

"'Like' is a rather unfitting word. I prefer the term..." he thought for a moment, "Pity. And I thought I warned you not to speak its name."

"Oh, sorry," I quickly apologized. "...Would you tell me who it is?"

"I would rather keep that information to myself, thank you very much."

Then we heard the clap of thunder and immediately looked out the window.

"Was it raining this whole time?" I asked.

"I suppose so. We could have easily out-tuned it."

"Well, I guess I'm not going home tonight."

"You may feel free to stay in the guest room."

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Cyrus' POV

It was there. It was right in front of me. I was back in the Distortion World, the Monster staring me down with its blood-red eyes. It let out a loud roar before flying closer to me. Its ghostly form was right in front of me. I heard its chilling voice in my head.

"CYRUS."

I did not respond. I could not. It felt as if I was paralyzed.

"SPEAK, YOUNG HUMAN."

I finally managed to choke out one word: "Giratina."

"WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE?" The beast said smugly. It cackled in a tone that sounded like its metallic roar.

"What is it that you want?"

"SILLY HUMAN. I WANT YOU TO DIE."

It let out a furious cry before I snapped my eyes open. I was in my room. My heartbeat was accelerating. I was shaking.

I cannot take this anymore.

Giovanni's POV

I heard the sound of thunder again. Dammit, Thundurus. Can you at least let me sleep?

I stood up and stretched my arms. I looked at a clock. 2:13AM.

I groaned slightly.

I then heard something from the room next to the one I was in. It sounded strangely like someone... Crying.

I got up to investigate. I opened the door to the room the sound was coming from, and what I saw was something I will never forget.

Cyrus, tears streaming down his face, muttering something that sounded like "Giratina." After all this time, he had finally broken.

"Cyrus...?" I said softly as I approached him.

"G-Giovanni..."

I sat down next to him, and put my arm around him. He flinched from the physical contact. I held him close to me as he let his tears flow out, clearly unsure of what was happening to him. Once he stopped, I asked him what happened.

"Giratina..." he whimpered as he spoke its name. "I-I've been having nightmares about it since the Distortion World..."

I was shocked. That was two years ago.

"You've been having nightmares for two years...? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't know what I was... feeling."

"You're scared, Cyrus. But you don't have to be. I'm here for you."

Cyrus pulled me closer to him. "I realize now that the feeling from before was not pity... It was love. Giovanni... I think... I love you."

I smiled. I was the happiest guy in the world at that moment. "I love you too, Cyrus."

I leant down and pecked at his lips lightly. His face turned red, and I laughed.

"Let's get back to bed," I said.

I laid down beside him and out my arms around his waist. He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck.

When we woke up the next morning, he told me that he didn't have a nightmare.