So this is my first (or second. I'm not sure. O-o) attempt at writing an angst- y hurt(?) fic. Am I trying too hard? Tell me if I am.
This was sorta inspired by Katy Perry's 'The One That Got Away' I think. Not really sure what possessed me to write this.
I had mood swings while writing this. I personally feel hurt whenever something bad happens to Sapphire. :(
BTW, I used Courtney's other name, Marge because I was used to calling her Marge... :I
One sided :FranticShipping:
I don't own Pokemon Special.
Hope you guys like it :)
She honestly didn't notice it.
They've been extremely close to each other, like two peas in a pod. One was almost never seen without the other. Then things changed.
When had they drifted away?
She continued her quest to collect badges. He traveled to conquer contests.
"Parting was inevitable," he said. "Our passions are polar opposites, after all."
Her heart was torn. She wanted to hone her skills in battle against seasoned trainers in other regions. But she also wanted to continue traveling with him. He was a large part of her life now. She can't possibly choose between the boy she loves and the one thing she truly excel at.
I love you, she wants to tell him. Do you remember what I told you? If you do, tell me. Do you feel the same way? If you do, I will stay by your side. I won't mind not being able to battle. Just being able to see you and be with you will make me happy.
But their paths were set. They parted ways.
She wasn't able to tell him.
Of course, they kept in touch. They contacted each other at least once a week, comparing victories, admiring each other's notable feats and they even bickered every once in a while, for old times sake. But then, he said something unexpected.
"Hey, remember Marge?"
She flinched inwardly.
"Marge? That Magma woman?"
"Former team magma member," he corrected her patiently. "Remember I when I told you she was a retired coordinator?"
"Mmm."
"Well, guess what? I bumped into her several times during contests. Apparently, she's back to coordinating!"
"Whoop dee friggin' doo. Does she want a medal?"
He ignored her sarcastic words. "We're planning to compete in contests together. I won't be traveling alone anymore."
His words triggered something unpleasant within her. Anger? Jealousy? Or maybe both?
"Well that's good for ya!" she snapped. "Ya won't be alone in fawnin' over your Pokémon's glossy fur and oh-so-fabulous costumes. It was all my fault for pointin' out we should go our separate ways! 'Our passions are polar opposites, after all!'"
"I –I didn't mean it that way, Sapph."
She knew he didn't mean it. But she'd been harboring feelings for him since Arceus knows when. Mention of another girl (one who shares his interests at that) suddenly pushed her t snap.
"I know. Sorry 'bout that." she said in a quiet voice. She then tried to change the subject.
"Ya were talkin' about a new coat for Coco?"
"Oh, yes!" and he went on and on about how the new accessory helped him win another ribbon in the cute category.
It wasn't obvious, but she could hear a strained note in every word he says. Her accidental outburst severed the fine line that connected them both since their separation.
"Well, I gotta get going. Talk to you later, Sapph. Bye!"
"See yah."
He called a few days later. They made small talk and she noticed that he tried hard to avoid talking about 'That Magma woman'.
"So, how's Toro? Have you been brushing her fur regularly like I told you to?"
"I ain't no prissy like ya but yeah, I still brush her fur."
They bickered a bit then she heard a voice that wasn't his over the phone. It wasn't that loud, but her sensitive hearing picked it up.
"Ruby, we need to go now. Say goodbye to your little friend."
She tensed when she heard the voice.
"Excuse me." he muttered into the phone. He covered the receiver so it was muffled but she could still hear him say, "Marge. I told you not to talk to me when I'm on the phone with Sapphire."
So they were together. Well, duh.
"I have to go now, Sapph. Contest's starting."
"Best of luck." she whispered to the dial tone.
He stopped contacting her twelve months later. She called his father, Norman.
"My son went overseas a few months ago. I'm surprised he didn't tell you."
So was she.
She beat the Elite Four two years later. She'd finally reached her goal. Surely he'd at least try to congratulate her or show her his face. She desperately scanned the crowds as they awarded the Champion's cape to her. She saw the familiar faces of her parents, the Dexholders, and the Gym Leaders who cheered her on until the end. She also saw faces of nameless strangers who also rooted for her during the long grueling journey through Victory road.
But he wasn't there.
Three more years pass.
Her calloused hands are rougher than ever and she had returned to living in the woods. She was tempted to wear leaves for clothing as she did several years ago. But, she'd decided against it. At age nineteen, her athletic figure had now matured and she stuck out in the right places. It would be stupid to wear leaves for clothing now that her body had changed this much.
Her namesake eyes' azure quality was well known across Hoenn. Her chocolate brown hair, though always in a bandana, always looked silky and smooth. The occasional fanged smile from her sent members of the opposite gender in a frenzy. Men tried to woo her to the extent that Professor Birch purchased a shotgun and carried it around whenever he sees his daughter's stubborn suitors.
She laughed at them, the boys who tried to win her heart with romance and flowers. She was very much uninterested in anything they had to offer. After all, she still was the Wild Girl who sought a particular someone.
She waited. And waited.
She was in her element when it happened. Swinging from tree to tree, she was without a care in the world. She aimed for the branch in front of her and let go.
Then her phone rang.
Its unexpectedness caused her to miss her target and she fell towards the earth. A piercing pain shot up her left leg.
She landed on her foot. And fell on her butt.
She angrily fought back tears as she looked at her PokéGear, wondering who would be so stupid as to call her during her 'me' moment.
An unknown number.
Probably one of those pesky suitors who wouldn't take no for an answer. She answered it, ready to scream at the unlucky bastard who was at the other end of the line.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
She almost dropped her PokéGear.
"Sapph, it's me."
His voice was different now, a bit deeper than she remembered it. But there was no doubt about it.
"So, it's been five years. What's up?" She tried to keep her voice calm and devoid of emotion.
Tried to. It came out mocking.
Her ankle hurts.
Her butt hurts.
Her heart hurts.
"I lost my old PokéGear so I lost everybody's contact information. "
"…" Excuses.
"Where are you now?"
"…"
"Look, I really need to talk to you."
She smirked. Need to, eh? She might as well tell him.
"I'm on the way to the hot springs at Fallabor. Sprained my ankle."
She heard him inhale sharply. "When?"
"…"
"You're impossible, Sapph."
Says the unattainable boy, she thought silently.
"I'll meet you there then."
She could feel his lips forming a smile.
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