Hello! Sakari820 here, with my...Very First Fanfic! *Runs in circles happily*
I hope you enjoy, read, and...the all-mighty blessing, review!
I think it's pretty good, but then again, I also think the world's going to end. Again.
I apologize for my rambling. Kindly read the story below.
Thank you.
ASH: WAIT, YOU FORGOT THE DISCLAIMER!
ME: Dammit, he's right...I don't own freaking Pokemon, happy?
ASH: Very!
ME: Now get the hell out of my story! *Fires Ash out of giant cannon*
Cavalier, Indeed.
In Sinnoh, by the city of lights, and of the sea:
A pretty young girl with midnight blue hair leaned against a glossy marble balcony, and gazed wistfully at the free and full moon, entranced by its majesty and beauty.
The cool ocean quietly moved along, and the stars seem to melt into gold upon its surface, the moon dissolving into pure silver.
It truly was a beautiful, beautiful night.
Beautiful to all but the young girl.
To all but Dawn.
She sighed heavily, and, after throwing one last look of longing at the heavens, entered the luscious suite that had become her hated prison. She flopped backwards onto her soft feather bed, not angry so much as…perhaps… sad, is the best word to describe her conflicting emotions.
Dawn stared at the ceiling. It was pure white, and glowed in the warm night's embrace. The moon's silvery rays danced upon it, painting lovely pictures, made of shadow and light together…
Confused. That was the perfect word. Confusion.
The reason? What, indeed, was the cause of her wandering mind, cause of her unexplainable sadness, unfathomable discomfort?
Dawn had everything she ever wanted.
Every dream she had dreamed, every wish, had come true in these last few weeks.
She had dreamed of becoming top coordinator.
She was now top coordinator in both Hoenn and Sinnoh.
She had dreamed of living in a big house.
She now slept in the largest mansion in Sinnoh.
She had dreamed about having strong Pokemon.
Her team had now grown to twelve, and nearly 2/3 of them were fully evolved and ready to obey her everywhere whim.
She had everything she had ever wanted. Every last bit…
But she didn't want it anymore.
Dawn slowly allowed her blue eyes to drift shut, the image of the glowing ceiling etched in her mind. What's wrong with me? I've got everything I ever wanted! But…why do I feel so empty? So…so…
With those troubling thoughts, Dawn's mind slowly went blank, until nothing remained except her soft breaths…
In Sinnoh, center of the Sinnoan forest…
"Damn it all!"
Gary Oak chucked his thousand dollar laptop furiously at the nearest tree, where it slammed into the bark with a loud crack, and shattered into a dozen pieces. Seething, he whipped around and stormed over to his campsite, kicking pots and pans every which way. Still cursing under his breath, he then grabbed the closest notepad and furiously began to write.
Of course, as luck would have it, the lead broke.
Gary stared at it for a couple of seconds.
His fists began shaking, and his head felt as if it would soon suffocate, and suffered from random flashes of scarlet, followed by a head splitting headache that felt as if someone had slammed a white-hot cattle rod onto his soft brain, over and over again. With a roar, Gary broke the pencil and chucked it nowhere in particular.
His hands wrenched at his brown spiky hair, and his eyes were closed, fast and uneven breaths flying out of his mouth. His entire body was shaking with rage, anger, frustration….and for good reason.
"All that data…all my research…gone…everything I've worked on for the last year…gone…" He muttered to himself. "I can't believe this…Arceus…I can't believe this!" His black eyes flew open as he yelled at the night sky.
The cold, unforgiving night sky.
The ugly, horrible moon.
Those terrible stars mocking him with every cruel wink.
Gary's eyes closed again, and he fell back onto his makeshift bed.
Gradually, his anger seemed to fade, and was replaced by complete exhaustion.
Remembering the self control technique the martial arts master had taught him, he made himself relax and breathe deeply. Calm down. CALM. CALM. Calm…calm…
He breathed slowly in through his nose…out through his mouth…in nose…out mouth…in…out…in...out…in…..
Gary's breathing became regular, and he sighed as his mind drifted to sleep, albeit a restless one. He tossed and turned, muttering angrily at himself and at the world.
It's amazing just how different two people's views can be.
And how alike.
That was...*Insert comment here*
Thank you.
Blech, I hate informality. So, if you review, you get...er...the satisfaction of aiding a new writer in her endaveors, or however you spell it...Not good enough? Damn...Oh, I know! You get virtual Costco cookies!