Title: Hidoi Yume
Author: hikari-no-megami
E-mail address: kirei_usa@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure
Chapter: 1- Shadows of Pain
Disclaimers: I do not own Sailor Moon or Pokemon… ::sighed:: Life is so unfair…
Author's Note: Well, this chapter doesn't change much, except for the information and stuff before this note. Just to tell you, the ages of the trainers you once new, changed. I'm not sure how old they should be, but think of it as around the age of 16 or 17, which is very old. I wonder how they look like when they're older. Maybe a bit more kawaii than before… Anyway, review and review again! ^_^
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Around the time of the Johto Leagues…
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"Ah, it's so good to be home!" a young trainer which we all know and love sighed happily. You don't know who he is? I'll give you a hint. He was accompanied by a cute little pikachu on his shoulder, a redhead growling about her lost bike while cuddling a cute togepi and a boy with brown hair daydreaming about beautiful girls. You still don't know? Hmm... how about a close look on them?
Ah, so you do remember them. Now how about we look at a less familiar event, though it still involves these characters you just saw.
In an underground cave, miles away from our young trainers, a young-looking and rather striking general was bowing before its master.
"The plan has been set master. We will be arriving there in a month."
"A month! Why does it take that much time to arrive there?" a voice whispered. Even though it wasn't that loud, it was apparent the anger was there. The young general shivered in fear.
"It's because of the energy master. We do not have much energy to spare right now. Most of it was already used to open the portal."
"Yes. Energy. That is an issue to be concern about."
It was more than an issue to be concern about, it was an overriding concern. It had taken them a millennium to gather enough energy to open the portal that will take them to the surface world. They were still suffering from the use of energy.
"See to it that we receive more energy, I would like to arrive there in less than a month."
"Yes master."
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"Pika..." Pikachu's head shot up as he felt a soothing presence of a person he had long to see since he was captured. But... it couldn't be her. It couldn't be the one he had longed to see, yet, never did. She was already dead. He had seen her dead; saw it with his own eyes, yet here was her aura, as bright as ever. Was it an illusion, back to haunt him for his deeds he had done? For all the pain he had inflict upon pokemon as well as humankind? Was he being punished again?
1.1 Flashback
There was a loud rumble of thunder heard throughout the forest. Rain continuously splattered on the ground, creating a puddle of mud. There were sounds of footsteps heard as well as shakings of thunder. The sky was lightened with lightning and thunders, allowing the forest to be awaken every few seconds.
A group of men and women with a child hardly seen by their side ran as hard as they could. An unknown shadow followed. The small child behind tripped over a rock and fell. Giving a silent whimper, she tried to get up, but her small cloak was caught on something. The others hearing her whimper, turned around, yelling at her to hurry, but as they began to run toward her, a shadow covered them. Looking up, they felt the evil emitting from the shadow and began to run. Dragging the poor child's mother with them as she screamed for them to not leave her child alone. The small child looked up with wide eyes, as if not believing that her mother would leave her alone, but the truth was seen in her little eyes.
The mother quickly broke out of their grasps and ran to her child. She didn't care if she died. As long as her child lived. She quickly covered her child with her cloak while placing the child behind her. Bravely she turned to face the shadow, fear tightening her heart.
"You will not take my child." She stated boldly, but the shadow took no heed of her and began to speed faster. The woman knew with a sinking heart that she wouldn't be able to live as well as her daughter, but as long as there was a chance.
Turning to face her daughter, she gently stroked her cheek, there wasn't much time left.
"Listen to me, my daughter." She whispered. "We do not have much time left. I want you do run away. Run as fast as you can."
The little girl shook her head. She wouldn't leave her mother, she would protect her mother as her brothers and sisters would've done.
"You've got to! Run away before it gets you." She raised her voice louder.
"What about you mommy? You'll come with me right? We'll be together and we'll find daddy and then…"
"Yes we will, we'll be together but you have to go first. Mommy will catch up with you okay?" the mother questioned, a small teardrop slowly fell from her eyes.
"Why are you crying mommy? Everything would be alright wouldn't it?" the girl asked, not knowing why her mother why crying.
"Yes, it'll be alright, but you have to promise mommy that you will run away right now. Promise me that."
The little girl looked on confused, but agreed to anyway.
"Good," the woman slowly wiped the tears away. "Now go!"
The girl turned around about to go, but then she turned back to face her mother.
"Promise me that we'll be together forever," she said as she held up her pinky finger.
The woman gave a small chuckle, as she held her pinky finger up and crossed it with her own daughter's.
"We'll be together forever,"
The girl nodded her head, satisfied with the answer before turning around and began to run.
Not running for barely a minute did she hear a scream. Turning around, she found her mother slowly being swallowed by the darkness.
"No!" she whispered. Her mother couldn't of been gone. She promised that she would be with her together forever. She couldn't of been gone. She couldn't of.
The girl slowly fell down. While grief consumed her, the shadow slowly gained up on her.
As the shadow slowly started to cover her, a voice was heard throughout the forest, loud and clear, despite the circumstances.
"Leave her be."
The shadow faltered back slowly, surprised at the young fellow's bold attempt to rescue the girl, but regained itself as quickly as if it never happened. It commenced with its deed.
"I said leave her be!" The voice was heard again, this time louder and angrier.
The shadow looked toward where the voice was emitted from and glared angrily at it. In a rough voice, the shadow spoke,
"I do not take orders from anyone, especially from someone on the good side."
"And I don't suppose you would take orders from me even if I'm on the evil side."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. You are after all a rookie."
A lean figure jumped down from the tree it was leaning. As the figure walked towards the shadow, the darkness slowly fade away revealing light golden hair and dark blue eyes.
"That may seem to you the truth, but as the saying goes, appearances can be deceiving, especially when you didn't even see my appearance."
"Ah, I see we have a smart mouth here. Now who would I owe the pleasure to, that have corrected me in deceiving appearances?" the shadow mocked.
"You really flatter me. But since you really want to know, I go by the name Cosmos."
"You mean Cosmos as in the universe, a really... unique name to fit your... description," the shadow sneered as it looked over the savior.
"Yes, I agreed, it is a unique name, but would you actually think it fits my description. I actually think it fits what I protect. The universe. It has a great sound to it don't you think?"
"Are you actually asking my opinion? Really, what had the people taught you? Don't you know to never trust your enemies?"
"Oh, I know that well, after all, I had been through many scrapes."
"Let me guess, you came out alive. What a shame it was that they didn't finish you off. But it will be a pleasure of mine to finish the business they started. You wouldn't mind that much would you? After all I'm sure defeating me would add some more... to your reputation, though I may warn you, defeating me is on the impossible things to do list."
"That may be it to you, but I intend to correct it to the right list."
"And that would be..." the shadow trailed off.
"The achievable list." The savior smirked.
"Well, I just have to make that unachievable then, won't I?"
The savior bowed its head and got into a fighting position. The shadow stood calmly waiting for the savior to strike, but seeing as the move was intended for it to start, the shadow gave a war cry and headed toward the savior while shifting it's hands into a fist. As the punches sped up, the dodges became frequent.
It was apparent that both these warriors were great fighters. However, despite the fact that they were on opposite sides, both could've belonged to the same team, work as partners, be great comrades and do great changes to the world. Either good or bad, is a decision to think about...
Flashback
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"When are they going to be here?" a man dressed in a lab coat asked as he paced back and forth around the room. The young girl who was currently beside the door, sighed in exasperation at the older man's impatient attitude, even though it was expected when the professor was anxious.
"That reminds me," the professor said as he took of his glasses and wiped the lens with the sleeve of his shirt, "what's going on with him? His door is always locked and I often see him carrying a red letter around, while sighing every few seconds. And when I ask him about it, he said it's nothing important. Do you know what's going on with that boy? He's making me worry."
The girl fell onto a sofa nearby and sighed. Young boys these days were simply unpredictable.
But, since she was an expert in these parts, it was an exception to her. And to think about all the fun she could have with matchmaking him and his little victim.
She sat up abruptly in excitement, nearly causing the professor to jump up in fright. Clasping her hands together in anticipation of matchmaking fun, she sighed in wonder.
"That young boy of yours, professor, isn't that much young anymore." She sighed again.
"What do you mean?" the professor asked, unprepared for the answer to come.
"He's in love!" the girl whispered. Unfortunately the professor heard her, and fell back in shock.
"Wh- what did you say?" the professor stuttered out. Never in all his years of... of something, did he ever give a single thought that his grandchild might have grown up and find someone to... to love. If only... he was still young, that wasn't possible. No way Gary could've fallen in love. It just wasn't possible.
He still remembered the time when he had first met that little grandson of his. Only a baby. He was only a small baby, just born when grief entered his life.
1.2 Flashback
A sigh was heard from the bed right beside the window. The curtains were drawn, pouring sunlight into the little hospital room. Light giggling brought attention to the tired woman, who was slowly weeping tears of unfairness and love for her little born baby. The baby by her side, unaware of his mother's tears kept on tugging insistently on his mother's hair. The young yet old woman silently smiled at her son's antics.
Never will she be able to see the face of her son again, never would she be able to be by his side and watch him grow up or see him get married. Never will she be able to lay eyes on the face of his. So many never, setting them apart.
When will there ever be a time when what she wanted came true? When will there be a time when things would be so simple, that nothing complicated would ever happen?
Why was she always the victim of fates games? Why couldn't she be by her son's side? Why couldn't she be left alone and allowed to make a family. After all these years of constant suffering only to see that it did nothing. Years of helping him in life and death situations only to be betrayed by the one person she trusted. By the person that she... so many questions but none could be answered.
She tried to wipe away the tears that had been continuously splashing her son's hair. It was no good to cry over past times, but...
Gently she turned her son to face her. Peering into his light blue eyes, she found innocence and happiness yet there was a hidden sadness. She closed her eyes for a while, unable to look into his eyes anymore. If was as if he knew that she was going to leave him. Opening them again, she tenderly kissed his forehead.
The door to the little hospital room slowly opened. A middle age man walked in. He was carrying a small baggage. Walking toward the bed, his face held a smile yet it never reached his eyes. Putting the baggage on the floor, he looked toward his only family left and sat down on a chair by the bed.
His face lit up a little bit when he saw the little baby.
"Can I hold him?" the man asked.
The woman gave an affirmative nod and gave the baby to the man.
The baby's wide blue eyes mesmerized him. Made him think about himself. About how innocent he was, but then, things always change. No one can always take actions of themselves. No on can always be innocent. One-day innocence will fade away and leave you with nothing but pain, physical and mental.
A slight burp was heard before sounds of contents from the stomach dribble down the mouth. The man stared in shocked at his ruined clothes. He then adverted his eyes from the clothes to the smiling baby. He gave a lurch to grab the smiling baby. Screaming laughter fill the little room. The tensed moment and grim silence was broken. They would put everything behind them, for now.
They both knew that the little baby would be motherless in a few days and had resolved to take the days given to them to have fun.
No one knew that the days together would be even shorter than that.
The future is constantly changing, never staying in a pattern for long. Though one decision can either change your future for good or for worse. We make up our own destiny and our own decision, but what if we have no control over it? Would we still have a future to look forward to? No one can predict the future. Not even the wisest of the wise can. We could only look toward the future with a light heart and a heavy mind.
1.3 Flashback
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Why was it always in fairytales that love seemed so beautiful? You get caught up in the rush of emotions and then... Life wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that everything you believed in just… just disappears and leaves you with nothing. That love could do that.
Love always starts out exciting at first. Wondering about what you should wear to catch the person you willingly submit your heart to or plans to accidentally bump into that person.
Why was it that love could do such things to a person? Make you act silly for one and worse of all make you lose your dignity? Was love that powerful to make even the strongest person change who they are, to someone completely different?
If it were that strong, then why would many people die? Why would many pokemon end up in misery?
To me love was and will always be nothing. No one can understand the deep pain etched in my heart whenever I see love. No one can find the deep, solid wall I had build around my heart. No one can see the past that had haunt me for years. No one can taste the blood that had come from a wounded area. No one can smell the oncoming darkness as it began to consume you. No one can hear the cries of a little lost girl, whom would never be the same since that day. Not even my closest friends can understand why I am who I am.
I will always be alone no matter what happens.
And suffer the pain and burden with no companions by my side.
I am truly alone.
With no friends and family.
This will be how I spend my days.
Alone.
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"It is all your fault! Why do you always have to mess up?" A certain redhead yelled.
"Me? What are you talking about? It's all your fault." A trainer from Pallet town shouted back.
They had all gotten into a fight when their pokeballs as well as their pokemon disappeared. Not knowing what to do, they had started to place the blame on someone.
"Will you two just shut up?" Brock whispered.
Both closed their mouths and no verbal insults were heard.
"What are we going to do?" Misty asked as she sat on a nearby rock. Her face held strains of anger as well as tiredness. They hadn't gotten much sleep when they discovered their pokemon were missing.
"I don't know, I seriously don't know," Brock sighed.
"Well then, think about something! We can't let our pokemon be… be something. Were they stolen anyway?" Ash stupidly asked.
"Arrgh! Why did I have to come on the road with you anyway? Why couldn't I have just chosen to stay with my sister in a protected place where I wouldn't get lost, I wouldn't be starving to death, I wouldn't have to travel with such a stupid person, I don't mean you," she said as she gave a smile to Brock, then she directed her glare to Ash. "Where I wouldn't have my pokemon missing?" she said.
"Hey!" Ash exclaimed. "I'm not stupid!"
"We need to do something fast. Who knows what could've happen to them right now?" Brock said.
This brought some attention to the trainers. Pokemon meant a lot to them. They were their friends and companions through the harsh journey. They were the light that would keep their lives forever happy. They were their goals to obtain. And now that they were gone… They couldn't imagine what would happen.
"We'll go to see Professor Oak! Maybe he could help us." Ash exclaimed.
The others nodded their head, seeing it was a good plan so far.
Slowly they began to separate and pack up their things. Carrying as lightly as possible, they started on their journey toward Professor Oak's laboratory, never knowing what could possibly meet them on their route.
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A young woman no older than 19 was seen sitting on a chair, slowly sipping her drink as she watched the pokemon. Light sounds of footsteps were heard before two hands rested on her shoulders. There was a silence between them, before the woman gathered enough courage to speak.
"They are lucky, aren't they?" she murmured, unconsciously rubbing her arms, as if she was cold. Not waiting for a response, she continued on.
"Nothing in there life to worry about, no duties to bound them together. No destiny to hold them in a tight grasp, never letting go, until one eventually dies out."
"You envy them, don't you?" the voice stated. It was a simple question… but it caused the young woman to tremble.
"You envy their past, their present, their future, their lives," the voice threw out at her. With every accusation, she slightly winced.
"You envy them because they didn't have to work for their happiness, while you had to. You hate them because their lives held peace in them, while yours held darkness. Hate them because they had no burden to carry."
The woman slightly shook her head. What he said wasn't true. She didn't envy them or hate them. She never did. She never ever did. He had to be lying. He was probably testing her.
"Don't deny it! Didn't you ever felt the tug that kept on insistently pulling your heart? You died when they died. You lost everyone that you held in your heart. You aren't who you used to be. That's the fact, the truth." the figure slowly stepped away from her.
" They aren't much different than you." An arm shot out towards the pokemon. "They too have to work to find the peace within that you have searched for. Only they succeeded in finding it while you didn't because you've been dwelling in the past too long." the voice became softer. "Leave the past alone, and come back to the present. We all need you. Everyone needs you. Including me..." his words drifted into the silent air, as he left without a trace.
No one could help her now except herself.
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A punch, a kick, a leg sweep. This continued on for many minutes. Sweat was pouring down the face of the attacker, as the punching bag was slowly losing control of its purpose.
"You know, by now, I would've thought that you would be done killing that punching bag. I guess you aren't as strong as I predicted." A voice drifted down from the shadows.
There wasn't a reply from the attacker.
"I see you're ignoring me. I guess that's rational since you're probably too upset that that kid got the best of you. Really, one of our best fighters got outsmarted by a kid, and beaten to a bloody pulp! That's something to see, even though I've seen it already.
The attacker gritted their teeth. The figure, seeing the action, gave a grin.
"No need to be angry I was just trying to help you in your time of need."
"That's it!" the attacker suddenly shouted out. Jumping up, the attacker positioned his right leg toward the shadows where the mocking voice was heard. The figure looked a little bit startle but jumped up in time. The attacker's feet hit against the wall but he back flipped away and ended up in the center of the room. Slowly, he turned his body around to find the figure that had insulted him. A slight flash of red caught his attention while he was turning around. Leaping upward, he prepared a punch toward the figure. Only to hit solid wall. He turned around again; his eyes warily peered around the room. His fist was bleeding slightly due to the fragile yet solid wall. He walked forward a bit, knowing that the idiot could only hide from him for so long.
Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't concentrating hard enough that a punch was able to break his self-defense and cause a bruise upon his face. Angrily he grabbed the fist in a flash lightening before the figure had a chance to escape. The figure struggled against the attacker's strong hands. The attacker eerily gave a smirked for the figure before punching the figure's abdomen with his free hand. A grunt of pain was heard from the figure. Another punch and a kick were directed to the figure.
The figure struggled again for a second, before ceasing. The attacker felt the lost of struggling in his hands and laughed.
Seeing the attacker wasn't holding as tightly as possible, the figure took the chance given and elbowed the attacker as well as punched him. Spinning around from the attacker, the figure took a few steps back before wiping blood away from the mouth.
Giving a slight hint of a smirk, the figure chuckled.
"Sorry, but as much as you're fun to play with, I have to go now! Bye loser!" the figure laughed as the mist slowly wound against the attacker.
"I will never fall as you expect," the attacker moaned in pain, but got up anyway. "Never!"
A fist was raised into the air, but the attacker slowly fell down as the mist took effect.
No sounds were heard in the room for a long while, except the heavy grasps of one in pain.
End of Chapter 1: Shadows of Pain
Well, won't bore you too much with this note, just want to say REVIEW!!! Okay, that's all. ::Reader's sweatdrop at the bluntness of the author or something::.
Author: hikari-no-megami
E-mail address: kirei_usa@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure
Chapter: 1- Shadows of Pain
Disclaimers: I do not own Sailor Moon or Pokemon… ::sighed:: Life is so unfair…
Author's Note: Well, this chapter doesn't change much, except for the information and stuff before this note. Just to tell you, the ages of the trainers you once new, changed. I'm not sure how old they should be, but think of it as around the age of 16 or 17, which is very old. I wonder how they look like when they're older. Maybe a bit more kawaii than before… Anyway, review and review again! ^_^
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Around the time of the Johto Leagues…
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"Ah, it's so good to be home!" a young trainer which we all know and love sighed happily. You don't know who he is? I'll give you a hint. He was accompanied by a cute little pikachu on his shoulder, a redhead growling about her lost bike while cuddling a cute togepi and a boy with brown hair daydreaming about beautiful girls. You still don't know? Hmm... how about a close look on them?
Ah, so you do remember them. Now how about we look at a less familiar event, though it still involves these characters you just saw.
In an underground cave, miles away from our young trainers, a young-looking and rather striking general was bowing before its master.
"The plan has been set master. We will be arriving there in a month."
"A month! Why does it take that much time to arrive there?" a voice whispered. Even though it wasn't that loud, it was apparent the anger was there. The young general shivered in fear.
"It's because of the energy master. We do not have much energy to spare right now. Most of it was already used to open the portal."
"Yes. Energy. That is an issue to be concern about."
It was more than an issue to be concern about, it was an overriding concern. It had taken them a millennium to gather enough energy to open the portal that will take them to the surface world. They were still suffering from the use of energy.
"See to it that we receive more energy, I would like to arrive there in less than a month."
"Yes master."
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"Pika..." Pikachu's head shot up as he felt a soothing presence of a person he had long to see since he was captured. But... it couldn't be her. It couldn't be the one he had longed to see, yet, never did. She was already dead. He had seen her dead; saw it with his own eyes, yet here was her aura, as bright as ever. Was it an illusion, back to haunt him for his deeds he had done? For all the pain he had inflict upon pokemon as well as humankind? Was he being punished again?
1.1 Flashback
There was a loud rumble of thunder heard throughout the forest. Rain continuously splattered on the ground, creating a puddle of mud. There were sounds of footsteps heard as well as shakings of thunder. The sky was lightened with lightning and thunders, allowing the forest to be awaken every few seconds.
A group of men and women with a child hardly seen by their side ran as hard as they could. An unknown shadow followed. The small child behind tripped over a rock and fell. Giving a silent whimper, she tried to get up, but her small cloak was caught on something. The others hearing her whimper, turned around, yelling at her to hurry, but as they began to run toward her, a shadow covered them. Looking up, they felt the evil emitting from the shadow and began to run. Dragging the poor child's mother with them as she screamed for them to not leave her child alone. The small child looked up with wide eyes, as if not believing that her mother would leave her alone, but the truth was seen in her little eyes.
The mother quickly broke out of their grasps and ran to her child. She didn't care if she died. As long as her child lived. She quickly covered her child with her cloak while placing the child behind her. Bravely she turned to face the shadow, fear tightening her heart.
"You will not take my child." She stated boldly, but the shadow took no heed of her and began to speed faster. The woman knew with a sinking heart that she wouldn't be able to live as well as her daughter, but as long as there was a chance.
Turning to face her daughter, she gently stroked her cheek, there wasn't much time left.
"Listen to me, my daughter." She whispered. "We do not have much time left. I want you do run away. Run as fast as you can."
The little girl shook her head. She wouldn't leave her mother, she would protect her mother as her brothers and sisters would've done.
"You've got to! Run away before it gets you." She raised her voice louder.
"What about you mommy? You'll come with me right? We'll be together and we'll find daddy and then…"
"Yes we will, we'll be together but you have to go first. Mommy will catch up with you okay?" the mother questioned, a small teardrop slowly fell from her eyes.
"Why are you crying mommy? Everything would be alright wouldn't it?" the girl asked, not knowing why her mother why crying.
"Yes, it'll be alright, but you have to promise mommy that you will run away right now. Promise me that."
The little girl looked on confused, but agreed to anyway.
"Good," the woman slowly wiped the tears away. "Now go!"
The girl turned around about to go, but then she turned back to face her mother.
"Promise me that we'll be together forever," she said as she held up her pinky finger.
The woman gave a small chuckle, as she held her pinky finger up and crossed it with her own daughter's.
"We'll be together forever,"
The girl nodded her head, satisfied with the answer before turning around and began to run.
Not running for barely a minute did she hear a scream. Turning around, she found her mother slowly being swallowed by the darkness.
"No!" she whispered. Her mother couldn't of been gone. She promised that she would be with her together forever. She couldn't of been gone. She couldn't of.
The girl slowly fell down. While grief consumed her, the shadow slowly gained up on her.
As the shadow slowly started to cover her, a voice was heard throughout the forest, loud and clear, despite the circumstances.
"Leave her be."
The shadow faltered back slowly, surprised at the young fellow's bold attempt to rescue the girl, but regained itself as quickly as if it never happened. It commenced with its deed.
"I said leave her be!" The voice was heard again, this time louder and angrier.
The shadow looked toward where the voice was emitted from and glared angrily at it. In a rough voice, the shadow spoke,
"I do not take orders from anyone, especially from someone on the good side."
"And I don't suppose you would take orders from me even if I'm on the evil side."
"Yes, I suppose you're right. You are after all a rookie."
A lean figure jumped down from the tree it was leaning. As the figure walked towards the shadow, the darkness slowly fade away revealing light golden hair and dark blue eyes.
"That may seem to you the truth, but as the saying goes, appearances can be deceiving, especially when you didn't even see my appearance."
"Ah, I see we have a smart mouth here. Now who would I owe the pleasure to, that have corrected me in deceiving appearances?" the shadow mocked.
"You really flatter me. But since you really want to know, I go by the name Cosmos."
"You mean Cosmos as in the universe, a really... unique name to fit your... description," the shadow sneered as it looked over the savior.
"Yes, I agreed, it is a unique name, but would you actually think it fits my description. I actually think it fits what I protect. The universe. It has a great sound to it don't you think?"
"Are you actually asking my opinion? Really, what had the people taught you? Don't you know to never trust your enemies?"
"Oh, I know that well, after all, I had been through many scrapes."
"Let me guess, you came out alive. What a shame it was that they didn't finish you off. But it will be a pleasure of mine to finish the business they started. You wouldn't mind that much would you? After all I'm sure defeating me would add some more... to your reputation, though I may warn you, defeating me is on the impossible things to do list."
"That may be it to you, but I intend to correct it to the right list."
"And that would be..." the shadow trailed off.
"The achievable list." The savior smirked.
"Well, I just have to make that unachievable then, won't I?"
The savior bowed its head and got into a fighting position. The shadow stood calmly waiting for the savior to strike, but seeing as the move was intended for it to start, the shadow gave a war cry and headed toward the savior while shifting it's hands into a fist. As the punches sped up, the dodges became frequent.
It was apparent that both these warriors were great fighters. However, despite the fact that they were on opposite sides, both could've belonged to the same team, work as partners, be great comrades and do great changes to the world. Either good or bad, is a decision to think about...
Flashback
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"When are they going to be here?" a man dressed in a lab coat asked as he paced back and forth around the room. The young girl who was currently beside the door, sighed in exasperation at the older man's impatient attitude, even though it was expected when the professor was anxious.
"That reminds me," the professor said as he took of his glasses and wiped the lens with the sleeve of his shirt, "what's going on with him? His door is always locked and I often see him carrying a red letter around, while sighing every few seconds. And when I ask him about it, he said it's nothing important. Do you know what's going on with that boy? He's making me worry."
The girl fell onto a sofa nearby and sighed. Young boys these days were simply unpredictable.
But, since she was an expert in these parts, it was an exception to her. And to think about all the fun she could have with matchmaking him and his little victim.
She sat up abruptly in excitement, nearly causing the professor to jump up in fright. Clasping her hands together in anticipation of matchmaking fun, she sighed in wonder.
"That young boy of yours, professor, isn't that much young anymore." She sighed again.
"What do you mean?" the professor asked, unprepared for the answer to come.
"He's in love!" the girl whispered. Unfortunately the professor heard her, and fell back in shock.
"Wh- what did you say?" the professor stuttered out. Never in all his years of... of something, did he ever give a single thought that his grandchild might have grown up and find someone to... to love. If only... he was still young, that wasn't possible. No way Gary could've fallen in love. It just wasn't possible.
He still remembered the time when he had first met that little grandson of his. Only a baby. He was only a small baby, just born when grief entered his life.
1.2 Flashback
A sigh was heard from the bed right beside the window. The curtains were drawn, pouring sunlight into the little hospital room. Light giggling brought attention to the tired woman, who was slowly weeping tears of unfairness and love for her little born baby. The baby by her side, unaware of his mother's tears kept on tugging insistently on his mother's hair. The young yet old woman silently smiled at her son's antics.
Never will she be able to see the face of her son again, never would she be able to be by his side and watch him grow up or see him get married. Never will she be able to lay eyes on the face of his. So many never, setting them apart.
When will there ever be a time when what she wanted came true? When will there be a time when things would be so simple, that nothing complicated would ever happen?
Why was she always the victim of fates games? Why couldn't she be by her son's side? Why couldn't she be left alone and allowed to make a family. After all these years of constant suffering only to see that it did nothing. Years of helping him in life and death situations only to be betrayed by the one person she trusted. By the person that she... so many questions but none could be answered.
She tried to wipe away the tears that had been continuously splashing her son's hair. It was no good to cry over past times, but...
Gently she turned her son to face her. Peering into his light blue eyes, she found innocence and happiness yet there was a hidden sadness. She closed her eyes for a while, unable to look into his eyes anymore. If was as if he knew that she was going to leave him. Opening them again, she tenderly kissed his forehead.
The door to the little hospital room slowly opened. A middle age man walked in. He was carrying a small baggage. Walking toward the bed, his face held a smile yet it never reached his eyes. Putting the baggage on the floor, he looked toward his only family left and sat down on a chair by the bed.
His face lit up a little bit when he saw the little baby.
"Can I hold him?" the man asked.
The woman gave an affirmative nod and gave the baby to the man.
The baby's wide blue eyes mesmerized him. Made him think about himself. About how innocent he was, but then, things always change. No one can always take actions of themselves. No on can always be innocent. One-day innocence will fade away and leave you with nothing but pain, physical and mental.
A slight burp was heard before sounds of contents from the stomach dribble down the mouth. The man stared in shocked at his ruined clothes. He then adverted his eyes from the clothes to the smiling baby. He gave a lurch to grab the smiling baby. Screaming laughter fill the little room. The tensed moment and grim silence was broken. They would put everything behind them, for now.
They both knew that the little baby would be motherless in a few days and had resolved to take the days given to them to have fun.
No one knew that the days together would be even shorter than that.
The future is constantly changing, never staying in a pattern for long. Though one decision can either change your future for good or for worse. We make up our own destiny and our own decision, but what if we have no control over it? Would we still have a future to look forward to? No one can predict the future. Not even the wisest of the wise can. We could only look toward the future with a light heart and a heavy mind.
1.3 Flashback
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Why was it always in fairytales that love seemed so beautiful? You get caught up in the rush of emotions and then... Life wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that everything you believed in just… just disappears and leaves you with nothing. That love could do that.
Love always starts out exciting at first. Wondering about what you should wear to catch the person you willingly submit your heart to or plans to accidentally bump into that person.
Why was it that love could do such things to a person? Make you act silly for one and worse of all make you lose your dignity? Was love that powerful to make even the strongest person change who they are, to someone completely different?
If it were that strong, then why would many people die? Why would many pokemon end up in misery?
To me love was and will always be nothing. No one can understand the deep pain etched in my heart whenever I see love. No one can find the deep, solid wall I had build around my heart. No one can see the past that had haunt me for years. No one can taste the blood that had come from a wounded area. No one can smell the oncoming darkness as it began to consume you. No one can hear the cries of a little lost girl, whom would never be the same since that day. Not even my closest friends can understand why I am who I am.
I will always be alone no matter what happens.
And suffer the pain and burden with no companions by my side.
I am truly alone.
With no friends and family.
This will be how I spend my days.
Alone.
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"It is all your fault! Why do you always have to mess up?" A certain redhead yelled.
"Me? What are you talking about? It's all your fault." A trainer from Pallet town shouted back.
They had all gotten into a fight when their pokeballs as well as their pokemon disappeared. Not knowing what to do, they had started to place the blame on someone.
"Will you two just shut up?" Brock whispered.
Both closed their mouths and no verbal insults were heard.
"What are we going to do?" Misty asked as she sat on a nearby rock. Her face held strains of anger as well as tiredness. They hadn't gotten much sleep when they discovered their pokemon were missing.
"I don't know, I seriously don't know," Brock sighed.
"Well then, think about something! We can't let our pokemon be… be something. Were they stolen anyway?" Ash stupidly asked.
"Arrgh! Why did I have to come on the road with you anyway? Why couldn't I have just chosen to stay with my sister in a protected place where I wouldn't get lost, I wouldn't be starving to death, I wouldn't have to travel with such a stupid person, I don't mean you," she said as she gave a smile to Brock, then she directed her glare to Ash. "Where I wouldn't have my pokemon missing?" she said.
"Hey!" Ash exclaimed. "I'm not stupid!"
"We need to do something fast. Who knows what could've happen to them right now?" Brock said.
This brought some attention to the trainers. Pokemon meant a lot to them. They were their friends and companions through the harsh journey. They were the light that would keep their lives forever happy. They were their goals to obtain. And now that they were gone… They couldn't imagine what would happen.
"We'll go to see Professor Oak! Maybe he could help us." Ash exclaimed.
The others nodded their head, seeing it was a good plan so far.
Slowly they began to separate and pack up their things. Carrying as lightly as possible, they started on their journey toward Professor Oak's laboratory, never knowing what could possibly meet them on their route.
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A young woman no older than 19 was seen sitting on a chair, slowly sipping her drink as she watched the pokemon. Light sounds of footsteps were heard before two hands rested on her shoulders. There was a silence between them, before the woman gathered enough courage to speak.
"They are lucky, aren't they?" she murmured, unconsciously rubbing her arms, as if she was cold. Not waiting for a response, she continued on.
"Nothing in there life to worry about, no duties to bound them together. No destiny to hold them in a tight grasp, never letting go, until one eventually dies out."
"You envy them, don't you?" the voice stated. It was a simple question… but it caused the young woman to tremble.
"You envy their past, their present, their future, their lives," the voice threw out at her. With every accusation, she slightly winced.
"You envy them because they didn't have to work for their happiness, while you had to. You hate them because their lives held peace in them, while yours held darkness. Hate them because they had no burden to carry."
The woman slightly shook her head. What he said wasn't true. She didn't envy them or hate them. She never did. She never ever did. He had to be lying. He was probably testing her.
"Don't deny it! Didn't you ever felt the tug that kept on insistently pulling your heart? You died when they died. You lost everyone that you held in your heart. You aren't who you used to be. That's the fact, the truth." the figure slowly stepped away from her.
" They aren't much different than you." An arm shot out towards the pokemon. "They too have to work to find the peace within that you have searched for. Only they succeeded in finding it while you didn't because you've been dwelling in the past too long." the voice became softer. "Leave the past alone, and come back to the present. We all need you. Everyone needs you. Including me..." his words drifted into the silent air, as he left without a trace.
No one could help her now except herself.
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A punch, a kick, a leg sweep. This continued on for many minutes. Sweat was pouring down the face of the attacker, as the punching bag was slowly losing control of its purpose.
"You know, by now, I would've thought that you would be done killing that punching bag. I guess you aren't as strong as I predicted." A voice drifted down from the shadows.
There wasn't a reply from the attacker.
"I see you're ignoring me. I guess that's rational since you're probably too upset that that kid got the best of you. Really, one of our best fighters got outsmarted by a kid, and beaten to a bloody pulp! That's something to see, even though I've seen it already.
The attacker gritted their teeth. The figure, seeing the action, gave a grin.
"No need to be angry I was just trying to help you in your time of need."
"That's it!" the attacker suddenly shouted out. Jumping up, the attacker positioned his right leg toward the shadows where the mocking voice was heard. The figure looked a little bit startle but jumped up in time. The attacker's feet hit against the wall but he back flipped away and ended up in the center of the room. Slowly, he turned his body around to find the figure that had insulted him. A slight flash of red caught his attention while he was turning around. Leaping upward, he prepared a punch toward the figure. Only to hit solid wall. He turned around again; his eyes warily peered around the room. His fist was bleeding slightly due to the fragile yet solid wall. He walked forward a bit, knowing that the idiot could only hide from him for so long.
Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't concentrating hard enough that a punch was able to break his self-defense and cause a bruise upon his face. Angrily he grabbed the fist in a flash lightening before the figure had a chance to escape. The figure struggled against the attacker's strong hands. The attacker eerily gave a smirked for the figure before punching the figure's abdomen with his free hand. A grunt of pain was heard from the figure. Another punch and a kick were directed to the figure.
The figure struggled again for a second, before ceasing. The attacker felt the lost of struggling in his hands and laughed.
Seeing the attacker wasn't holding as tightly as possible, the figure took the chance given and elbowed the attacker as well as punched him. Spinning around from the attacker, the figure took a few steps back before wiping blood away from the mouth.
Giving a slight hint of a smirk, the figure chuckled.
"Sorry, but as much as you're fun to play with, I have to go now! Bye loser!" the figure laughed as the mist slowly wound against the attacker.
"I will never fall as you expect," the attacker moaned in pain, but got up anyway. "Never!"
A fist was raised into the air, but the attacker slowly fell down as the mist took effect.
No sounds were heard in the room for a long while, except the heavy grasps of one in pain.
End of Chapter 1: Shadows of Pain
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