It was a wonderful day. Not just any wonderful day on top of that, it was the birthday of a certain whit-haired girl named Clare. On that special day Crown was probably more happy than Clare herself was. The party at the mansion only had their closest friends present. Crown knew that Clare didn't like overblown things too much which is why this year he tried to keep things down a little bit. Regardless, a giant Clare statue of ice, a garden spelling out her name in white roses and an enormous banquet, enough to feed some hundred people were all present at the party. Given what he had done in the past for her birthday this was still rather tame. There was food, music and people who knew each other. Everyone was having a great time and the party went along smoothly. Clare had already received all of her presents, except one.
As the party was coming to an end Crown took Clare to his room in the mansion. Out of a secret safe in the wall he took out a plain looking handbag. He placed it on the table with a smile. The bag revealed a set of six spherical objects. One half red and the other white, with a black line and a small dot in the middle. It did not seem like anything special, but Clare's eyes grew wide with excitement as she rushed over to Crown and hugged him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you sooooo much." the girl yelled into his ears while hugging him. Yes those were Pokeballs. Crown himself detested the little critters, but Clare seemed to adore them more than anything else. Naturally he figured that it would be the perfect present, and according to her reaction it truly was. "How did you get those?" she asked him as she took the bag and curiously looked at it. "Oh well you know, a week ago i payed a little visit to that island, at night of course." Crown answered while smiling, but Clare's expression quickly changed in response.
"You stole them?"
"Well, yeah." as he said that line the girl stepped away from him the bag still in hand. Two transparent orbs formed in the corner of her eyes.
"Jerk!" the yell was accompanied by the sound of her foot kicking Crown's shin as hard as possible.
After the deed was done Clare rushed down the stairs, with the bag in her hand, and the intention of returning it in her mind. Crown started jumping after her on one leg while holding his other one.
"C-clare wait-" the sentence finished with a series of painful falling sounds as the suited man fell down the stairs, his girlfriend slamming the door behind her shut.
He remembered them, all of them.
Those little fights they'd have from time to time.
They were truly fun.
But no more.
It was the 10th of January, 2014. Crown was lying in his bed, dim morning sunlight was shining into his room and his eyes, but it left him unaffected. Absent minded and pale he was starring at the wall, blinking slowly from time to time. He wasn't moving and his breaths were slow and hard to notice.
A week ago, all life had been sucked out of him.