A/N: A word to the wise. This oneshot is EXTREMELY sad. I take no responsibility for tears shed.
This was a scenario playing through my mind as we were driving home one night a few weeks ago. Lollita of the Damned and Pinkpelt have both written AMAZING stories about when Pokemon die before the trainer. But what if it was the other way around? What if the Pokemon were the ones left behind? That is the basis of this story.
A few notes that will clear things up:
The pokemon listed in this story: Aromik, male Eevee. (Main narrator) Kazo, male Charizard. Tok, male Raichu. Wing, female Dragonair. Amadeus, male Pidgeot. Rorik, male Vileplume. Azaru, male Lucario. Icy, female Empoleon. Moonstar, male Espeon. Jynx, male Vaporeon. Phoenix, female Ho-oh. Mirage, Latias and Jet, Latios. Luna, female Raichu.
Disclaimer: I don't own. End of story.
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Grief Everlasting
I remember that night all too well.
It had been a happy day, spent exploring the caves of Raccoon Mountain, Tennessee. As usual, none of the adults noticed me, a fluffy little Eevee, sitting on my trainer's shoulder. No one heard when she spoke to me.
How I miss her voice.
"Hey 'Romik, isn't this cool?" She'd asked me in that happy little voice, petting my head with her gloved hand. I'd purred and nuzzled her, happy just to be with her. The chip that held our souls was in her parent's car, but I was the only one who had chosen to come with her. Tok and Kazo were afraid of small spaces. Wing didn't like the cold, and was more than happy to stay in the warmth of the car. Amadeus, being a bird, of course couldn't stand the thought of not seeing the sky. Rorik was resting, recovering from the flu. So they'd stayed. I went with her. I'm so glad I did.
I miss the times we had together.
That evening, we were driving back home. I was curled up in her lap, almost asleep. She was playing with the cartridge that held our entire beings, making us stronger while we rested in complete comfort. She was sprawled out over the seat, ignoring her mother's command to put on her seatbelt.
I wish she had listened.
It all happened so fast. We were turning. A car ran the red light, and slammed into her side of the car. Our soul-container was thrown clear as the window shattered and the car rolled. She was not so lucky. She died as I laid in her arms, knowing her back had been broken and not able to do anything about it. She'd smiled at me.
I remember her final words.
"I love you, my baby. Never forget me."
I heard her heart stop.
I had cried, laying in her arms and burying my head into her chest. Her parents had fought free of the crash and were alive. They shook her lifeless body, begging her to wake up.
Couldn't they tell she wasn't breathing?
I could, all too well. We were there at her funeral. No one saw us, but I think she knew we were there. I cried. We all did. Poor Kazo cried the hardest. She had been his first trainer, though she had many more pokemon.
They were all there.
Azaru, her baby, her friend, her pride. Icy, the ever-faithful penguin. Both of the Mews. Moonstar and Jynx, the Espeon and Vaporeon that had been with her since Silver. They took her loss the hardest. Phoenix. Mirage. Jet. Luna. We all cried, remembering the legend that if every pokemon in the world shed a tear for one lost person, they would be revived.
I guess no one else cried.
We are forced to stay. The pieces of silicon and plastic that hold our souls are still intact. We live. We wait, and long for the day when we will be killed and go to join her. To be with her again.
We will remember.
We knew you by many names. Erisna. Erenna. Midna. Mother. Mommy. Savior. We will never forget… Even though our grief is everlasting.