Alright...this is my first time posting anything here. So I'm really nervous. Constructive criticism is appreciated; however, flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Warnings: Nothing too major, just elements of ShiShi. (Palletshipping).
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. If I did, my house would be a heck of a lot nicer.
Memory from a Dream
by The Lady Yuki
It's a nice day, so they're in the playground, rather than being cooped up indoors.
As usual, they head for the swingset. As usual, they RACE for the swingset.
And as usual, he's winning.
"I call the blue one!" he shouts over his shoulder. His playmate scowls.
"No fair! You always get the blue one!"
"Not my fault you're so slow!" he retorts, charging belly-first into the blue vinyl seat.
"I am NOT slow!" the smaller boy fumes, plopping into the red swing."I just have little legs!"
"That makes you slow!" And he kicks off.
"Does not!"
He's not listening. He kicks his legs harder, relishing in the increasing momentum as he sails higher and higher. He can hear the chains in his small fists creaking in protest - toki, toki, toki - and they only fuel his delight. He grins down at his dark-haired companion - the dumb kid would never catch up. He really DID have little legs… they could barely kick him into the air at all, but he always tried so hard…
He doesn't remember hearing the snap of the old chain. It all happens so quickly - one moment he's looking at a minature playground, feeling the wind rush past his body, the next moment he feels nothing BUT the wind, but it's going in the opposite direction, much too fast -
And suddenly he's lying on a patch of dirt he doesn't remember hitting.
Oddly enough, he feels no pain.
But he remembers the arms. They seem to come out of nowhere, lifting him, holding him close. Like a wounded Pidgey. Of course - he'd been flying, hadn't he? Just for a second…
"Gary? Are you all right?"
But then he'd fallen… and HE'D seen everything…
But why did he sound so worried?
"Hey, Gary - Gary, wake up!"
And then the pain comes - a dull, throbbing ache all over his body. Mostly in his head. Everything turns blurry, and then focuses again - but Ash is still there. Still looking worried.
Still holding him.
And then Gary Oak remembers something much worse than falling off an old swing at the age of six.
"It's here…"
OK...so that was my first fic. Ever. *curls up into a little ball* I really hope you guys like it, and I'm sorry it's so short. I wrote it because I was frustrated after not finding many Palletshippy stories that dealt with the events in Battle of the Badge. Maybe I wasn't looking hard enough, but I'm kinda picky about what I like, so...
Oh, and in case any of you are wondering about the odd sound effect for a creaky swing (toki toki), it's actually because Gary is really hearing Togepi walk past him. ^_^ Anyways, comments and reviews would be much appreciated!