The Superconductor - A tale of the Dream World

Note: Gardevoir is female, just to differentiate for Gallade being male.

THING YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE READING: This is not a love-story. This is more plot driven in the scenery of fantasy, adventure, drama and most importantly -a story. Yes, Raltsshipping is labeled in the summary, but it is only part of what I am writing. I am writing, of course, a story. This is not a lust-driven yaoi.

•Also. I am not writing this for fame or for public recognition. The story is an inspiration of a dream I actually had and is molded into this piece of writing, with the Pokémon characters substituting the definite characters of people I know. So I am never selling out a story of mine or sucking up. I stand true to what I do, whether most general readers have interest in a story other than direct yaoi. However, there is an escalation in the final chapter.

•So if you're looking for a six or more chapter story based on entirely of lemons, then turn back. You'll just be wasting your time. Like I mentioned, the last chapter is much different than the others and quite in length in satisfy.

•If you want more information about the story, characters, plot or anything else, then check out the index section I made as the last chapter.

•Thank you for reading the disclaimer. Have a nice day.

Contains Raltsshipping.

Wally had finished writing his letter to his best friend Ruby that happened to be at a university in the faraway region of Unova. He deposited the letter into the satchel that his Flygon wore and gave a goodbye-pat and hug. After their partings, he signaled it to fly off for a night's journey. The dragon grinned, charging his legs and took off from the cliff where was at the back of the huge private estate into the sunset; sea gleaming from the reflection of the sunlight. The Wingulls that surrounded the harbor below gave their final calls and screeches, for they knew the day was almost over. Wally watched Flygon flap its wings gracefully, but with dexterous gliding and maneuvering the global winds. Once his Pokémon was no longer visible in the horizon, he turned around towards the house, drubbing his shoulders and giving a sigh.

It was very silly for him to communicate with someone he knew from afar with the trouble of transportation when he could just give a call over the telephone or a video session on the computer. But the odds got even. What he had to discuss with his childhood pal was something of importance to him, to where to a stranger was probably mere adulation and was completely unnecessary. He didn't want to be embarrassed and rejected in front with awkwardness afterwards, so he did the only thing where he would only get a 'yes or no' answer and sent a message instead, forgetting about it until the time would come. If Ruby did find the contents unappealing and didn't respond or simply wouldn't agree with his proposal, Wally would know. He was a sensitive person, and would just intently avoid him until he would give a question or statement, not wanting to annoy the hell out of him and out of courtesy. Or perhaps not even talk to him again, which he feared the most.

His footsteps crunched the green grass as he walked toward the patio of his house, looking into the woods to see the Volbeat and Illumise flying around in the air and above the trees. It had occurred to him that he was alone for the whole summer by himself and had no one to talk to. So he would often sit on the woven hanging chair at night, listening to the different sounds of Pokémon and ponder among the stars, if not sit on the couch inside with a book. The sobriety was not comforting for the now adult Wally. He often resorted to talking to himself and making imaginary friends with his plushies to help fill the emptiness. His Pokémon were his best friends also, but not having human ones just didn't keep Wally happy. His uncle encouraged him to go to college so he could have fun and party with others his age, but he found it unnecessary being that he was already the vice president of Devon. He had money and getting an education that took another four years in order to get a diploma for good proof he was worthy of another job was pointless to him. Wally was wealthy, he had it all, but was not happy.

Tonight, he would not sit on the patio, but rather eat and go to sleep. Sleep was the only place where he could feel at ease and make his fantasies come true, and not feel lonely. He opened the door of his estate and flipped his sandals off next to the entrance inside, colliding bluntly with the bottom of the wall. The radio was playing in the kitchen; the song was Low by Cracker. Wally was intrigued by the music and walked into the kitchen and sat down at the marble plated bar to listen.

~ Sometimes I go and walk the street

Behind the green sheet of glass

A million miles below their feet

A million miles, a million miles ~

Wally gave a grunt and turned off the radio. He didn't want to break down in tears like the other night. It was soothing songs like this that made him think, and it defeated the reason he came inside in the first place. He got up from the bar stool and went to the pantry; he didn't really want to prepare anything that would take a while to make, so he got a package of ramen noodles from the stack that he amassed and turned on the burner on the stove.

Gardevoir floated into the kitchen and gave a heart-filled smile and call to her master. Wally turned around in astonishment to see her there, her arms held together in affection. He chuckled and walked over to give her a hug, Gardevoir returning happily with bliss.

"Staying up late again?" Wally questioned. Gardevoir gave a simple nod and sat down at the bar, still looking at him. Wally smiled and walked over to the sink, filling a gallon of tap water into a container and putting it into the reverse-osmosis filter. He didn't trust tap water with the many chemicals and elements it contained. One of them being fluoride; the ions would not bring good to his teeth or body for that matter, he believed. He was paranoid. After the water processed, he put the liquid into a small carbon steel pot and heated it up over the stove.

The water heated quickly. Either time flew by or Wally just wasn't thinking about it. The noodles didn't take long either, being it took about four minutes to be prepared. He thought about how Flygon was doing with his flight, wondering if maybe he got tired and rested somewhere, or even got attacked. But he knew better. Flygon was a tough Pokémon and shrugged it off. With the noodles finally done, he put them into a gold-rimmed bowl and sat down in the dining room adjacent from the kitchen.

Wally looked out the vertical windows from the table, examining the scenery of the trees and green life that surrounded his house. It hid it from all view on the ground far away and was only visible through satellite imaging. Wally liked how it was blocked from civilization. His house was like his desolate oasis, away from the stresses of work and the unintelligent people that he had to deal with. Of course he was isolated, which made him wonder why he was lonely and depressed, but it obvious to him. He was alone and didn't throw himself out there, being he was also bashful. It was socially complicated for him, but at least he still could talk to Ruby, or so he believed in judging the outcome of his message.

With every single moment that passed, the bowl was finally empty and it was time for bed. He placed the bowl in the sink and ran some water over it then went to go brush his teeth. Gardevoir followed him into the bathroom to see if he needed assistance and waited at the door panel. Wally paced around the bathroom, looking at the different objects and things placed in the area. Brushing his teeth was quite boring for himself. He couldn't stand not moving from being still over the sink for so long. After about a minute or so, he gave a violent hack of the toothpaste into the sink and jumped playfully into the bed and buried his body underneath the red covers and black comforter.

"Garde . . ." She picked up the desk clock and showed it to him, stating it was 7:49 P.M., which was very early for the boy to go to sleep so soon. He was a night Noctowl who stayed up to three in the morning reading and watching television, so she was confused.

"I'm kinda tired and I have something on my mind. Can I please get some sleep?" Wally politely asked. The Pokémon held her arms behind her back and gave a firm concerned stare.

"I'm fine, Gardevoir. Don't worry about it."

She was still unconvinced but obeyed her master and exited the room closing the door behind her. Wally shifted his pillows to positions he found comfortable and rested his head, mind still on the message. He wondered if he should have even sent it. "What if it could ruin our friendship?" Was something that ran through his conscience rapidly. Regardless of what might happen, he didn't want to believe what the resolution was. Putting everything out of thought, he slowly drifted into sleep and gave slow breaths.