Losing Hope
an aptly named fanfic of a fansubgenre
by Flashfire
Mini-Disclaimer:
Pokemorph Mush: www.pokemorph.com
Pokemon is © 1995-2003 of Nintendo
Plagiarism taints your karma. Please refrain from doing so. :)
Your comments are valued, your criticisms are welcomed, but I have a
large vat of water handy for any flames, so don't even think about it.
end disclaimer, now on to the meaty stuff
-
Prologue:
Never does a day pass where I don't wonder..
-
They say that the worst experience any being can have is being imprisoned against their will, for a long period of time. Obviously, 'they' have never quite spent long periods of time trapped in two places at the same time.
She found it quite a sane experience, really. Well, this half of her conscious did. Never did she quite realise what the other half thought, really, but then it didn't matter all that much.
Not much of a view here, either. No windows, no doors, nothing; and this led her to wonder how exactly she'd come to be in here. Hah. Psychics can teleport, they can easily make it into completely sealed places. But she couldn't get out, nor did she remember how to get in. And each half of her considered that only the other knew how to teleport, and so the disconcertment of believing half of yourself is running free in the world was prevalent.
She'd learned to ignore that. After all, it made sense for It, whatever it was that was keeping her bound to these places, to force her into believing something which wasn't true. Really, she didn't believe it.
Sigh.
The entity that called herself Hope reminded herself of this fact, shuddering due to the irony of her own name; she'd lost hope ages ago. Time didn't mean a great deal in this place, so it'd be not her job to say how long ago this was. Hope stared at a wall that didn't exist, sitting in a nonexistant place with nonexistant eyes, glancing at nothingness, that didn't exist and did at the same time.. and sighed once more, retreating to the instability of her own thoughts.
All the while, considering. How to be free once more. Never did a day pass where she didn't wonder. Never did a day pass that she would notice pass at all anyway, but that didn't stop her wondering, not a bit.
Soon she'd forget what outside was like. Blissful ignorance.
It was taking its sweet time, though...
--
Chapter 1
Such a lonely way to be..
The dismal little hall was not much to look at; a nice, foreboding, enveloping gloom, just took even its single into the depths of angst, taking a razor to pleasantries and a hacksaw to her mood that would normally be a fair one.
To call the place dark did it no justice, but that said, some portions of it were lit. The odd candles tried to pierce the darkness, and only managed to look dim, short bits of light dwindled by a blackness that was like fog. Except around the large chair itself, where.. she sat, bathed in a soft purple light. Her own purple light, and a defiant rejection of the candles and their flickering flames.
And one single utterance pierced the dark within itself.
"Wow. This is.. so boring."
An uncaring voice was this, said with no bother that nobody was there to hear it. This was the very epicentre of Rocket HQ, and was set to look like the inside of a castle throne room.. apart from the complete absence of anything other than dark stone.
She herself was not exactly badly kept; recognisable as Abra-morph, not helped by an out of place pair of slightly oversized novelty Mew ears, that sat up there for no purpose, and weren't even real; stitched pretty well, but not anything more than a decoration at this point. The biggest eye catch was the cloak, a veritable amassment of dull and decrepit colour, that perhaps aided itself in looking grey more than aided itself not to look the same. Black was the colour, and the cloak sat over like monarchic robes, pretty much; black plates keeping up the back, shoulder wise. Grey is the colour when it comes to her being; not fur, just.. flesh, and mostly unseen. Two proper ears, slightly droopy, quite oversized themselves, adorned with earrings, sat under the faded pink of the Mew headband, quite resentful that their proper place had been taken by something less than real.
Claws tapped against the arms of the place she was sat. And grey eyes stared at the gloom, watching as it stared back. Everything she saw was hers, and many things she did not see. She was everything, or at least.. that was the original plan. She was Hope. Not the Hope of legend; not any more. Eyes that once burned a nice, two-coloured blend, of mixed purple and crimson. Not now. That had gone and had been gone for too long, much too long; grey eyes replaced them, and were not a very good stand-in, either.
It was not fond memories she had of the reason she stayed sat here. Fonder were the thoughts of what she had done before getting this. When she had just been Jane Nobody, and the world had spat on her quite enough for her to not give anything more than a passing glance at it. At least.. until it stared at her, and told her flat out.
--
"I'm what now.."
A memory is all this was, but it was worth reliving; Hope, in her usual self.. speaking to what didn't really look much like a Pokemon at all.
It was too real, too.. obvious. As far as she could tell, it didn't even have type, or anything, although it did exist, and it wasn't human, that much was fair. Or, at the very least, it was human as she was. Which didn't count at all. Though it looked like a Meowth, kind of.
"You are destined to rule the world. Sounds strange, doesn't it. But I'm not here to lie to you." The creature even looked as feline as Mew, although most definitely was not one of those fabled creatures.
"Well, then surely you understand how strange it is to accept this on face value.." was her response. "Then don't take my word for it. Put this on." The creature, whom Hope still didn't have a name for, offered a headband over to the Abra, who took it after some hesitation. It was quite a vibrant pink, and had rather large feline ears on it.
"If nothing happens, and it won't be that case, then all you have to bother about is having Mew ears on for a few seconds. Not that anyone would really mind, since it's dark and there's nobody here."
Indeed, the sun had departed quite a time ago. Only the street lamp overhead their quiet little spot somewhere on the Isle really was noticeable. Unusual for Hope to be out this late, perhaps, but it was as though she was meant to be. And maybe, in all this confusion.. she was.
"You know, if this is a joke.. I'm going to introduce you to an entirely new experience of pain." she spoke, softly, before moving to put the ears on. This felt like a joke, but hey; even if you're being told wrong, is it worth not taking such a guess?
They fitted rather well. Only she didn't have time much to notice this, because her mind instantly ran into overdrive. A futile cause, of course, because the Mew ears were much more psychic than even the Abra could hope to achieve normally. It lifted her a number of feet off the floor, anyway.. The creature was busy watching the houses around, as their chorus to the changing of hands of the Power was.. to switch on every light on the island. Strange, but that's what happened, as a sea of artificial light overtook the Island, spreading from this little streetlamp, which actually exploded, showering the area in glass, none of the pieces hitting the suspended Hope, who wasn't doing much of anything, until she opened her eyes - now whole areas of colour - and dropped the few feet back to the floor almost instantly. She landed a few inches off, with a motion of her hands.. nothing new that, but, of course, words were next.
".. What a rush..." A hand to the head, which flicked one of the ears slightly. She could tell what the people along the houses were thinking.. a few of them were confused, a number of them, all psychics, were busy trying hard not to even consider scanning outside because they'd probably send themselves unconscious even trying. The children in the upstairs were waking up, and some who were not asleep were glad of the light, while yet others had not woken, and did not know Hope's thoughts that moment.
"And now I'm going to leave you, Hope.. Do what comes naturally, and I'm sure I'll see you some time later." said the feline, before taking its leave, its strange mode of black clothing seeming somewhat familiar to Hope at this point, who turned to him, and started after him, just to ask.
*Wait.. Who are you? And what are you?* The Abra just now noticed that the ears had took her speech, but then again they'd replaced it with a much better version of something ever so much purer. Projection telepathy.. that general ability of most psychics. Though.. this had an air of completeness to it, rather than the silence that comes with talking to one mind at once.
"Just think of me as someone you should know, I guess. I'm a cat, something you'll never hear of, and never see when it's not me. This existence is not mine, it belongs to an associate of yours.. call him Tatikyas. I'm just borrowing him for a bit. I can't tell you why I did that, but it probably doesn't matter anyway. You have things to do." And with these words, he trotted away.
The name Tatikyas was not a welcome thing for Hope to hear. It reminded her of the Team.. and that's when it hit. What would the Team think of this? They could do a whole lot more with an impossibly high grade psychic.. and, heck, she WAS the next Myuutsu, even! So maybe she should act it.
That apathetic nature she had so inherited didn't really care either way, just thinking it might be fun. But the corruption had already begun.
--
Hope relished in the thoughts of how she'd dispatched Rocket after Rocket in her ascent from a grunt to Head Honcho herself. Nice days, were those. She was planning on making her move on the mainland, too, with her at the head.. after all, she could do all this. She was the great Hope now, after all; feared by all, and despised by just as many. Though not openly. She let them have their own thoughts, because autonomy is bad. And did she really care for what others could do? No. She didn't have to. It was wonderful.
Until the cat she'd learn to call Tatikyas came back, anyway..
--
Her room back then was this one, except it was alight with all the candles she had in there. And with the presence of her herself, of course. Over the last few months, she'd become so refined that she even trailed a veil of grey psysparks behind her, a little sign of her skill, and her power. Living it up in her new self-confidence, as a nice side effect of feeling completely thrilled every second. Childlike, if you will. Those Mew ears had their way about a being.
"You should probably leave the mainland alone, you know." came the voice from somewhere in the hall. It was empty then, too, and she'd glanced around.
"Who would come in here and go against what I think..?" she asked the voice. And the blackly clothed cat stepped out from behind one of the pillars in the hall. "Me. You do remember me, don't you? Your workers have had it way too easy because of who I've taken.. I need to let him back into himself now, it's really annoying for that 'chu not to be. You've got the whole island in an iron grip, you know."
"You said do what I wished. I felt like driving the world towards a nice new state of unity, that's all." said Hope.
"They're not meant to be afraid of you, by the way." said the cat. "Nobody was afraid of Mew, because she was benevolent! But I don't blame you, I blame the human side. The Abra recognises that people's thoughts are sacred, and while you can't do anything about it, you don't do anything to people that think badly of you. That much is commendable, and it's why I'm not going to go find someone else."
"What are you talking about now.." said Hope, in a way of false misunderstanding. Somewhere in her head, that statement was understood perfectly to be right, but the Abra had refused to believe the next thought she had. That he had.
"I'm going to take the Power back for now. You could be ready fairly soon, but I think you need to be humbled a little more than you have been first. There's potential there. I might see you in ten or so years, once more. Don't forget me now."
"What makes you think you can do that..?" said Hope, questioningly, narrowing her eyes. And she noticed his thoughts became fearful. Aha. Maybe he was as afraid of her as anyone else. After all.. Tatikyas was nothing special aside from his ability to fight. Was he?
"I gave it you. I can take it back. I don't even have to touch you, I can just use these two stones here." He held them up, for Hope to see. They were just a couple of stones, null in colour, just.. clear crystal.
"Pfft." Hope said.
He let the stones go, and they sat in the air for a while. Hope knew something was wrong when they started glowing.. and suddenly they shone too brightly for her to see. She shrieked, while a sense of loss and the whole whiteness thing overtook her vision, sent her sprawling, sent her down into the darkness....
.. of the chair, which was still lit, though not as much. Hope spat; this was a bad thing. But she was not out yet; that thing had a lot of power to take off her.. and she turned to the cat, who just stood there and watched.
"Here.. This one's on the house." she said, before holding a clawed hand out. A blue light exploded across the cat, and he shouted. Hope felt his mind fall into severe disarray, before she had to strain to detect such, and in her weakened state, did not maintain looking.
The cat swore; not even a light swear, either. Stumbling, he got the stones from the air; their colour was now visible, purple and red. Hope's eye colours. Convenient, because Hope's vision had gone, too. All she had was psi detection of the area.. and it told her nothing, save for that the cat was not unaffected by that psychic. Though, after he took the stones, he ran, fleeing, to become a blur. The Abra had no idea what would happen to him as a result of her action; her attacks were so varied these last months. She worried more on what would happen to her now she was powerless to help herself, and not even able to see or speak without the help of her already diminished ability.
Could she bluff herself to have not changed until she could recoup and get herself back? A part of herself had become attached to the Power, which had resided in the Mew ears she still wore, now faded. That part wasn't there, and she had no idea where it could be. She had to get it back. This would take some time.
--
Too long. The time was now two years later. She had bluffed for two years, retreating to seclusion within her own ranks for fear of being found out. No nearer to finding the cat, just hoping she'd be what he termed 'ready' before such a time happened.
So lonely it was, just waiting for things to happen. She didn't have it light because everything was just as blurred and dark if lit, than if not lit.
--
Tatikyas was still not himself these two years later, and though he wasn't watching Hope, he was doing something quite close. Following the locations of the two stones, anyway. Which was very easy, since he wasn't even morphed now. The human part of the cat had been lost in the mess that Hope caused while he got back what he gave her. Which just left him as this little kitten.. a stuffed toy of a kitten, even, for reasons he didn't need to remind himself of. A strange sight, even on an island of morphs, but a very easy to miss sight, since he could just masquerade as a child's toy and get absolutely anywhere. Pretty good.
He'd have to tell someone, though. His presence was missed by the odd few.. one of whom he had to follow. Because the purple stone, which had been an everstone after he had done with it, had been passed through various means to this morph. The Pichu named Aichi, in fact. And the Tatikyas kitten watched as the mentioned young zapmouse made his way up the cracked and tattered path of his existence's house. Not that he could possibly find anyone in that house, of course. But then again.. Aichi didn't know this at the time. He'd come on his bike.. and left it just outside the gate.
It was probably so lonely for the kitten, too; maybe he should get a name for himself, now, instead of using that of his existence. He'd be here quite a bit longer than he wanted to be.. Tati might not be too pleased to not be anything close to himself on his return.
But enough of that thought. To the matter at hand. He shook without trying, as Aichi knocked on the door, and waited.
an aptly named fanfic of a fansubgenre
by Flashfire
Mini-Disclaimer:
Pokemorph Mush: www.pokemorph.com
Pokemon is © 1995-2003 of Nintendo
Plagiarism taints your karma. Please refrain from doing so. :)
Your comments are valued, your criticisms are welcomed, but I have a
large vat of water handy for any flames, so don't even think about it.
end disclaimer, now on to the meaty stuff
-
Prologue:
Never does a day pass where I don't wonder..
-
They say that the worst experience any being can have is being imprisoned against their will, for a long period of time. Obviously, 'they' have never quite spent long periods of time trapped in two places at the same time.
She found it quite a sane experience, really. Well, this half of her conscious did. Never did she quite realise what the other half thought, really, but then it didn't matter all that much.
Not much of a view here, either. No windows, no doors, nothing; and this led her to wonder how exactly she'd come to be in here. Hah. Psychics can teleport, they can easily make it into completely sealed places. But she couldn't get out, nor did she remember how to get in. And each half of her considered that only the other knew how to teleport, and so the disconcertment of believing half of yourself is running free in the world was prevalent.
She'd learned to ignore that. After all, it made sense for It, whatever it was that was keeping her bound to these places, to force her into believing something which wasn't true. Really, she didn't believe it.
Sigh.
The entity that called herself Hope reminded herself of this fact, shuddering due to the irony of her own name; she'd lost hope ages ago. Time didn't mean a great deal in this place, so it'd be not her job to say how long ago this was. Hope stared at a wall that didn't exist, sitting in a nonexistant place with nonexistant eyes, glancing at nothingness, that didn't exist and did at the same time.. and sighed once more, retreating to the instability of her own thoughts.
All the while, considering. How to be free once more. Never did a day pass where she didn't wonder. Never did a day pass that she would notice pass at all anyway, but that didn't stop her wondering, not a bit.
Soon she'd forget what outside was like. Blissful ignorance.
It was taking its sweet time, though...
--
Chapter 1
Such a lonely way to be..
The dismal little hall was not much to look at; a nice, foreboding, enveloping gloom, just took even its single into the depths of angst, taking a razor to pleasantries and a hacksaw to her mood that would normally be a fair one.
To call the place dark did it no justice, but that said, some portions of it were lit. The odd candles tried to pierce the darkness, and only managed to look dim, short bits of light dwindled by a blackness that was like fog. Except around the large chair itself, where.. she sat, bathed in a soft purple light. Her own purple light, and a defiant rejection of the candles and their flickering flames.
And one single utterance pierced the dark within itself.
"Wow. This is.. so boring."
An uncaring voice was this, said with no bother that nobody was there to hear it. This was the very epicentre of Rocket HQ, and was set to look like the inside of a castle throne room.. apart from the complete absence of anything other than dark stone.
She herself was not exactly badly kept; recognisable as Abra-morph, not helped by an out of place pair of slightly oversized novelty Mew ears, that sat up there for no purpose, and weren't even real; stitched pretty well, but not anything more than a decoration at this point. The biggest eye catch was the cloak, a veritable amassment of dull and decrepit colour, that perhaps aided itself in looking grey more than aided itself not to look the same. Black was the colour, and the cloak sat over like monarchic robes, pretty much; black plates keeping up the back, shoulder wise. Grey is the colour when it comes to her being; not fur, just.. flesh, and mostly unseen. Two proper ears, slightly droopy, quite oversized themselves, adorned with earrings, sat under the faded pink of the Mew headband, quite resentful that their proper place had been taken by something less than real.
Claws tapped against the arms of the place she was sat. And grey eyes stared at the gloom, watching as it stared back. Everything she saw was hers, and many things she did not see. She was everything, or at least.. that was the original plan. She was Hope. Not the Hope of legend; not any more. Eyes that once burned a nice, two-coloured blend, of mixed purple and crimson. Not now. That had gone and had been gone for too long, much too long; grey eyes replaced them, and were not a very good stand-in, either.
It was not fond memories she had of the reason she stayed sat here. Fonder were the thoughts of what she had done before getting this. When she had just been Jane Nobody, and the world had spat on her quite enough for her to not give anything more than a passing glance at it. At least.. until it stared at her, and told her flat out.
--
"I'm what now.."
A memory is all this was, but it was worth reliving; Hope, in her usual self.. speaking to what didn't really look much like a Pokemon at all.
It was too real, too.. obvious. As far as she could tell, it didn't even have type, or anything, although it did exist, and it wasn't human, that much was fair. Or, at the very least, it was human as she was. Which didn't count at all. Though it looked like a Meowth, kind of.
"You are destined to rule the world. Sounds strange, doesn't it. But I'm not here to lie to you." The creature even looked as feline as Mew, although most definitely was not one of those fabled creatures.
"Well, then surely you understand how strange it is to accept this on face value.." was her response. "Then don't take my word for it. Put this on." The creature, whom Hope still didn't have a name for, offered a headband over to the Abra, who took it after some hesitation. It was quite a vibrant pink, and had rather large feline ears on it.
"If nothing happens, and it won't be that case, then all you have to bother about is having Mew ears on for a few seconds. Not that anyone would really mind, since it's dark and there's nobody here."
Indeed, the sun had departed quite a time ago. Only the street lamp overhead their quiet little spot somewhere on the Isle really was noticeable. Unusual for Hope to be out this late, perhaps, but it was as though she was meant to be. And maybe, in all this confusion.. she was.
"You know, if this is a joke.. I'm going to introduce you to an entirely new experience of pain." she spoke, softly, before moving to put the ears on. This felt like a joke, but hey; even if you're being told wrong, is it worth not taking such a guess?
They fitted rather well. Only she didn't have time much to notice this, because her mind instantly ran into overdrive. A futile cause, of course, because the Mew ears were much more psychic than even the Abra could hope to achieve normally. It lifted her a number of feet off the floor, anyway.. The creature was busy watching the houses around, as their chorus to the changing of hands of the Power was.. to switch on every light on the island. Strange, but that's what happened, as a sea of artificial light overtook the Island, spreading from this little streetlamp, which actually exploded, showering the area in glass, none of the pieces hitting the suspended Hope, who wasn't doing much of anything, until she opened her eyes - now whole areas of colour - and dropped the few feet back to the floor almost instantly. She landed a few inches off, with a motion of her hands.. nothing new that, but, of course, words were next.
".. What a rush..." A hand to the head, which flicked one of the ears slightly. She could tell what the people along the houses were thinking.. a few of them were confused, a number of them, all psychics, were busy trying hard not to even consider scanning outside because they'd probably send themselves unconscious even trying. The children in the upstairs were waking up, and some who were not asleep were glad of the light, while yet others had not woken, and did not know Hope's thoughts that moment.
"And now I'm going to leave you, Hope.. Do what comes naturally, and I'm sure I'll see you some time later." said the feline, before taking its leave, its strange mode of black clothing seeming somewhat familiar to Hope at this point, who turned to him, and started after him, just to ask.
*Wait.. Who are you? And what are you?* The Abra just now noticed that the ears had took her speech, but then again they'd replaced it with a much better version of something ever so much purer. Projection telepathy.. that general ability of most psychics. Though.. this had an air of completeness to it, rather than the silence that comes with talking to one mind at once.
"Just think of me as someone you should know, I guess. I'm a cat, something you'll never hear of, and never see when it's not me. This existence is not mine, it belongs to an associate of yours.. call him Tatikyas. I'm just borrowing him for a bit. I can't tell you why I did that, but it probably doesn't matter anyway. You have things to do." And with these words, he trotted away.
The name Tatikyas was not a welcome thing for Hope to hear. It reminded her of the Team.. and that's when it hit. What would the Team think of this? They could do a whole lot more with an impossibly high grade psychic.. and, heck, she WAS the next Myuutsu, even! So maybe she should act it.
That apathetic nature she had so inherited didn't really care either way, just thinking it might be fun. But the corruption had already begun.
--
Hope relished in the thoughts of how she'd dispatched Rocket after Rocket in her ascent from a grunt to Head Honcho herself. Nice days, were those. She was planning on making her move on the mainland, too, with her at the head.. after all, she could do all this. She was the great Hope now, after all; feared by all, and despised by just as many. Though not openly. She let them have their own thoughts, because autonomy is bad. And did she really care for what others could do? No. She didn't have to. It was wonderful.
Until the cat she'd learn to call Tatikyas came back, anyway..
--
Her room back then was this one, except it was alight with all the candles she had in there. And with the presence of her herself, of course. Over the last few months, she'd become so refined that she even trailed a veil of grey psysparks behind her, a little sign of her skill, and her power. Living it up in her new self-confidence, as a nice side effect of feeling completely thrilled every second. Childlike, if you will. Those Mew ears had their way about a being.
"You should probably leave the mainland alone, you know." came the voice from somewhere in the hall. It was empty then, too, and she'd glanced around.
"Who would come in here and go against what I think..?" she asked the voice. And the blackly clothed cat stepped out from behind one of the pillars in the hall. "Me. You do remember me, don't you? Your workers have had it way too easy because of who I've taken.. I need to let him back into himself now, it's really annoying for that 'chu not to be. You've got the whole island in an iron grip, you know."
"You said do what I wished. I felt like driving the world towards a nice new state of unity, that's all." said Hope.
"They're not meant to be afraid of you, by the way." said the cat. "Nobody was afraid of Mew, because she was benevolent! But I don't blame you, I blame the human side. The Abra recognises that people's thoughts are sacred, and while you can't do anything about it, you don't do anything to people that think badly of you. That much is commendable, and it's why I'm not going to go find someone else."
"What are you talking about now.." said Hope, in a way of false misunderstanding. Somewhere in her head, that statement was understood perfectly to be right, but the Abra had refused to believe the next thought she had. That he had.
"I'm going to take the Power back for now. You could be ready fairly soon, but I think you need to be humbled a little more than you have been first. There's potential there. I might see you in ten or so years, once more. Don't forget me now."
"What makes you think you can do that..?" said Hope, questioningly, narrowing her eyes. And she noticed his thoughts became fearful. Aha. Maybe he was as afraid of her as anyone else. After all.. Tatikyas was nothing special aside from his ability to fight. Was he?
"I gave it you. I can take it back. I don't even have to touch you, I can just use these two stones here." He held them up, for Hope to see. They were just a couple of stones, null in colour, just.. clear crystal.
"Pfft." Hope said.
He let the stones go, and they sat in the air for a while. Hope knew something was wrong when they started glowing.. and suddenly they shone too brightly for her to see. She shrieked, while a sense of loss and the whole whiteness thing overtook her vision, sent her sprawling, sent her down into the darkness....
.. of the chair, which was still lit, though not as much. Hope spat; this was a bad thing. But she was not out yet; that thing had a lot of power to take off her.. and she turned to the cat, who just stood there and watched.
"Here.. This one's on the house." she said, before holding a clawed hand out. A blue light exploded across the cat, and he shouted. Hope felt his mind fall into severe disarray, before she had to strain to detect such, and in her weakened state, did not maintain looking.
The cat swore; not even a light swear, either. Stumbling, he got the stones from the air; their colour was now visible, purple and red. Hope's eye colours. Convenient, because Hope's vision had gone, too. All she had was psi detection of the area.. and it told her nothing, save for that the cat was not unaffected by that psychic. Though, after he took the stones, he ran, fleeing, to become a blur. The Abra had no idea what would happen to him as a result of her action; her attacks were so varied these last months. She worried more on what would happen to her now she was powerless to help herself, and not even able to see or speak without the help of her already diminished ability.
Could she bluff herself to have not changed until she could recoup and get herself back? A part of herself had become attached to the Power, which had resided in the Mew ears she still wore, now faded. That part wasn't there, and she had no idea where it could be. She had to get it back. This would take some time.
--
Too long. The time was now two years later. She had bluffed for two years, retreating to seclusion within her own ranks for fear of being found out. No nearer to finding the cat, just hoping she'd be what he termed 'ready' before such a time happened.
So lonely it was, just waiting for things to happen. She didn't have it light because everything was just as blurred and dark if lit, than if not lit.
--
Tatikyas was still not himself these two years later, and though he wasn't watching Hope, he was doing something quite close. Following the locations of the two stones, anyway. Which was very easy, since he wasn't even morphed now. The human part of the cat had been lost in the mess that Hope caused while he got back what he gave her. Which just left him as this little kitten.. a stuffed toy of a kitten, even, for reasons he didn't need to remind himself of. A strange sight, even on an island of morphs, but a very easy to miss sight, since he could just masquerade as a child's toy and get absolutely anywhere. Pretty good.
He'd have to tell someone, though. His presence was missed by the odd few.. one of whom he had to follow. Because the purple stone, which had been an everstone after he had done with it, had been passed through various means to this morph. The Pichu named Aichi, in fact. And the Tatikyas kitten watched as the mentioned young zapmouse made his way up the cracked and tattered path of his existence's house. Not that he could possibly find anyone in that house, of course. But then again.. Aichi didn't know this at the time. He'd come on his bike.. and left it just outside the gate.
It was probably so lonely for the kitten, too; maybe he should get a name for himself, now, instead of using that of his existence. He'd be here quite a bit longer than he wanted to be.. Tati might not be too pleased to not be anything close to himself on his return.
But enough of that thought. To the matter at hand. He shook without trying, as Aichi knocked on the door, and waited.