Say Something

The Chthonic Professor

Summary: This… is not a story. It's more than that. Life is always more than just a simple story. This is my life. My happiness and sorrow. My love and my hatred. This my soul, bare to the world. This… is about a voice being heard, for the very first time… and the consequences of a wish.

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IMPORTANT NOTICE: Read the Author's Note at the end of the chapter, it contains some rather important information on the continuation of this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Pokemon Franchise or anything that entails, I only own the characters that I have created for this story.

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Chapter One - A Voice is Heard

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*Knock-Knock*

"Hm?"

I lifted my head from where I'd been pressing it into my knees and stared blearily ahead. There was a vague shape on the other side of the door, I could see it through the window.

*Click*… *Creeeeak*

"Giovanni? Is it alright if I come in?"

Soft spoken, polite, concerned. I knew that voice. I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

Lily. My crush.

"Yeah… go ahead."

She squeezed into the room and turned to shut the door behind her. It thudded shut as she turned around. She took small steps as she made her way to where I was sitting on the worn, black leather couch.

I wrapped my arms more tightly around shins, laying my chin on my knees. She stopped in front of me and hesitated. I tapped my foot twice as a reminder.

"Oh, yeah."

She held onto her shoulder-strap bag with both hands as she slipped off her black converse, placing them neatly beside my haphazardly-tossed sneakers. She set down her bag and finally climbed onto the couch, sitting against the opposite arm from me.

She was so close I could clearly see her eyes, even though I wasn't wearing my glasses.

I gripped my shins a little tighter and studied the tacky lime-green walls with feigned interest. I'd always wondered why they'd painted the walls of the newspaper room lime green instead of a more mellow colour. Maybe I'd change that if I ever become the editor-in-chief.

"Giovanni…" I dragged my eyes from the walls to look at Lily, no matter how much I didn't want to. She was captivating, in so many ways. Her light pink lips, her soft rounded cheeks, her short brown hair and her soft brown eyes. Everything about her captivated me. "… are you alright?"

"Hm?" I could only look into her concerned eyes for a moment before I had to look away. "What makes you say that?"

"I…" She hesitated again. "Well… you looked a little lonely when I saw you walk by this morning, so…" She trailed off, and I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Now she was the one staring at the tacky lime-green wall.

"So why are you here?" I asked. Instantly, I wanted to smash my face into the very same tacky lime-green wall. 'What is wrong with me! Idiot! How rude can you be!' I yelled at myself in my head.

The moment I saw her curl into herself a little, her shoulders sagging slightly, it felt like someone had plunged an ice pike right through my chest. 'Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!' I chastised myself. We'd both gone quiet for a moment, long enough that I knew the conversation had died before it could even begin.

Then Lily spoke again.

"I… I heard you broke up with your girlfriend, over the weekend."

Oh.

"Yeah."

I should've guessed. Word travels quickly. She's friends with Elisa, my girlf-… my ex's best friend. It makes sense that she, of all people, would know.

I almost laughed, a humourless, dry chuckle. 'You don't even know, do you?' I thought to myself. 'You don't even know how awkward this situation is for me.'

"Nhn… Mh-h-hm…" I curled even further into a ball, sticking my head between my knees. My chest heaved with effort as I tried to keep my laughter from bubbling up through my lips.

'You don't even know that you're the very reason I broke up with her, do you? You have no idea at all! And yet here you are, attempting to console me with that beautiful heart of yours.'

…

We both realized I was crying at the same time.

My chest heaved once, twice. My throat constricted painfully. I couldn't breathe.

"O-Oh, oh my God, I'm so sorry Giovanni, I-I didn't mean to!" She lurched forwards, her small, pale hand landing softly on my right knee. My hand shot up, grabbing her wrist so quickly that the both of us were surprised.

"Lily," My voice was a strained whisper, but I knew she could hear me clearly, "Stay with me for a little while. Please?" I hated the way my voice cracked.

I could almost feel her body relax across from mine on the couch, and she sidled a little closer.

I swear I could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke.

"Sure."

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"It's… hard, y'know." My knees were up in the air, but I was leaning back over the edge of the couch, my right arm outstretched above me, like I was trying to grasp at something that wasn't there. "I always feel like I'm being ignored." I'd been talking for hours and she'd been sitting here listening to me without a single complaint, so maybe I wasn't completely ignored, but that was besides the point. "Whenever I'm having a conversation with other people I always feel like I have to fight for my voice to be heard."

I paused and dropped my arm, draping it over my eyes.

"Isn't that what everyone wants? For our voices to be heard?" Lily sounded wistful as she spoke. I chuckled.

"Hah, if I got what I really wanted, I'd be a full-time Pokemon Trainer, not some unemployed bum who's trying to make a living off of writing." Lily let out a rather ungraceful snort, and I couldn't stop a wry grin from pulling at my lips. "Hey, are you kidding me? If Pokemon were real I don't doubt I'd be the greatest trainer there ever was!" I threw my arms up high with dramatic flair.

I grinned. Really grinned. There it was, the one thing that could cheer me up when I'm down. Her laugh. Her real, tinkling, genuinely happy laugh. I laughed right along with her.

Maybe it was a little crazy.

Maybe it was a little more.

At that very moment, it didn't really matter. Not when you suddenly find yourself in the presence of a God.

The room was gone. Tacky lime-green walls, comfortable, black, worn leather couch, computers, swivel chairs and all. Lily and I were floating, side-by-side, in an incredible expanse of swirling colours and whirling planets.

"Your arrogance is amusing, mortal."

Three times our height, a monolithic creature, majestic in its white and gold glory, was a God.

A God I knew very, very well.

"Arceus."

"Yes." The massive bipedal creature bowed its neck to gaze at us with stunning red eyes. "As much as your arrogance amuses me, your resolve is… powerful. Or, should I say, your Planet's resolve is powerful, and your resolve is simply the peak of your Planet's resolve?"

Arceus paused for a moment, as if to contemplate its own words, before shaking its massive head.

"No matter. A decision has been made, mortal. One that coincides with your wish, with your heart's ultimate desire. The planet Earth shall know the presence of Pokemon, and you shall lead your people to a path of great peace and prosperity. As it has been said, as it shall be done. Begone, mortal."

Arceus vanished in the blink of an eye, and suddenly we were falling. We fell faster and faster as the world around us slowly bled out into a uniform white light.

Then I knew no more.

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AN: One again, I've started a project that I probably shouldn't have. I know a lot of people are waiting for the next chapter of SNN, and for a continuation of FAME, but I really like this idea, so I'd like to see where it goes. If anyone wants to submit a character to me, I will be accepting them through PM. Why? Because this is going to be a story about Pokemon invading the real world: our world. I'm going to need enough characters to create seven whole Pokemon Leagues, so don't be afraid to overload me with messages!

The Chthonic Professor, signing out:

Peace!