Disclaimer: I own nothing of Pokemon—only my made-up character, Naomi Last name to be decided later, and the plot.
Notes…: Just a bit about this fanfiction. It takes place four years in the future; all Pokemon from all games/ TV episodes are, naturally, included; and if a few minor things have changed, please, Hakuna Matata (no worries)! It's a fanfiction; there a bound to be SOME changes… for instance: Brock and Misty stay. Max and May don't. Lol… And sorry this first chapter is so short!
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"We don't do this enough." Came the quiet voice of Misty, the gym leader of Cerulean city's gym, and female best friend of Ash Ketchem. Misty had decided long ago that she disliked being the only gym leader (her sisters had given up the gym to her when they saw how badly she wanted it)and wanted to travel to become stronger – hence, she had begun to travel with Ash once more. Said boy glanced to the water-trainer and nodded slowly, smiling somewhat lazily. "Yeah… we're always training, or being lost, or helping someone." His voice, once rough and loud, had become just a tad softer—and definitely quieter.
Both trainers looked to Brock expectantly; he always had some peaceful comment to add. However, the pair was surprised to find him looking towards the right with a look of deep concentration. "…Uh, Bro—" Before Misty could even finish Pewter City's gym leader's name, said person shushed her, not caring to look at the pair.
"Don't you hear that?" His voice was almost a whisper; clearly, he was listening for something. Ash and Misty looked at each other before shaking their heads in exasperation.
Neither had a chance to answer, as Brock had stood, and was rapidly walking in the direction of the beach. They were currently in the forest; Ash had insisted on scouting the area for trainers—none had been found. While he'd insisted it was to make sure they wouldn't be interrupted, Misty had the sneaking suspicion that he was always in the mood for a good battle. Not that she dared say it to his face—he'd challenge her, and she would get beaten. After all, she had only water Pokemon, and he… well, all he needed to beat her was Pikachu.
Misty and Ash were forced to run to keep up with him before he turned and abruptly stopped then. It was only then that they heard—was that a voice?
Brock cautiously moved forwards, quietly moving some branches so as to peek through. Ash and Misty followed suit, and all four eyes widened—not including Brock, of course. All he could do was stare. (Well, he had always been girl crazy—and the only way they could tell this person was a female was by the voice that was singing. The sun may have been setting, but they were on a cliff, and this person was directly facing the sun.)
It was the type of scene you'd find in a book: sunset, Pokemon, music, and a girl.
As the girl's back was to them, all they could see was her long shirt definitely loose; it showed no form, which made it rather difficult to tell her gender, loose pants, and a ponytail. Ash's eyes immediately went to the Pokemon, all of which… were more relaxed than he'd seen any Pokemon other than Pikachu. The said Pokemon consisted of: Ninetails, Rapidash, Kadabra, Pikachu, Sandslash, and….
He could hear Misty's quiet gasp of surprise when she finally noticed the Gyrados that lay in the very back, more towards them. Luckily this was a large cliff—and the Gyrados had plenty of room of NOT pay attention to them.
The next thing he noticed was the music.
It was the girl that was obvious singing, as there were no electronics in sight. Ash could suddenly tell what had captured Brock's interest: The girl's voice was that like an angel's… Pure, clear, strong yet sweet, hitting every note perfectly. He'd never heard the song before… maybe she wrote her own music? His eyes finally caught what she'd been using to create the melody: A guitar.
"It's funny when you find yourself I thought you were my fairytale-- I swore I knew the melody
Looking from the outside.
I'm standing here but all I want
Is to be over there.
Why did I let myself believe
Miracles could happen…?
'Cause now I have to pretend
That I don't really care.
A dream when I'm not sleeping.
A wish upon a star
That's coming true…!
But everybody else could tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth;
When there was me and you…
That I heard you singing.
And when you smiled
You made me feel
Like I could sing along!
But then you went and changed the words
Now my heart is empty…
I'm only left with used-to-be's,
And once upon a song.
Now I know your not a fairytale I can't believe that 'Cause I liked the view
And dreams were meant for sleeping…
And wishes on a star
Just don't come true!
Cause now even I can tell
That I confused my feelings… with the truth…
Because I liked the view…
When there was me and you…
I could be so blind!
It's like you were floating--
While I was falling…
And I didn't mind!
I thought you felt it too
When there was me… and… you…"
Her head bowed over the guitar as her voice stopped, and her fingers stopped strumming and picking out chords. There was silence for a few moments, before she finally spoke.
"Usually when people listen to someone, they ask permission first." It was another few moments before the three "hidden" trainers realized that she was speaking to them—wait—
How could she know we're here when she didn't turn around?