Me: Okay, okay… Yes, I have another story out, when I have about nine others going, eight of which are on Hiatus. Suck it up! I've had this story lingering around my head for close to two years now, and I finally have the skills, courage, and the mind to start working on it for all of you! So please enjoy the story. I do not own pokemon, but I do own my OCs. Oh, and before I forget! Unlike my other stories, there are no humans! This is going to be good…
Prologue
Funeral Gloom
I've been to my fair share of funerals, but this is by far the strangest and most depressing I've ever been at. Then again, it is the funeral for my parents, and I'm only a combusken at the age of sixteen, almost seventeen. I can't help it though; I mean, how was I supposed to know my parents would end up getting killed trying to stop a bank robbery? They were always good Samaritans.
My cyndaquil sister, Bella, nuzzles against me for comfort, tears running down her long muzzle. I don't blame her for crying, especially since she has just turned ten. With a small black dress especially tailored for her, she looks as though she is truly mourning. I, however, do not weep over our loss. I may be in a black suit and tie, but I keep my will strong, and hold back the tears that threaten to show my grief. I have to be strong, not just for myself and Bella, but for my friends, who loved my parents more than they love their own.
Ikuto Blaine, a garchomp who recently graduated at the age of eighteen, wraps an arm around my shoulders, trying to comfort me as he cries. His parents are not present, but I know why; his mother passed away before his egg ever hatched, and his father is in jail for child abuse and rape. He has been living on his own since he was fifteen.
My other friend, a recently evolved lucario who will be turning seventeen two full months after me, Elizabeth Omura, or Liz for short, stands on the opposite side of the two pits, where my parents will be buried side by side. She is with her parents, but they do not pay attention to her; just one reason why she is a former alcoholic and drug addict.
The priest begins to chant the rites of passage as two coffins are lowered. Bella starts to bawl at the sight of the pitch black cases, but I clench a fist, shaking with anger and sadness. It is not about the passage of my parents that I shake like this, though. It is because of an absent member I had asked to come to the funeral. Everyone from school is present, except for two; twin siblings Sebastian and Helena Farce, a dialga and palkia. I do not care that Helena is missing, for it was Sebastian I asked to be present. He gave me his word he would be here, the lying son of a bitch. Isn't a boyfriend supposed to come to the funeral of the partner's loved ones?
Once the coffins are fully laid at the bottom, I move forward with the priest's permission, tossing a clump of dirt into each pit. Bella does the same, though I have to help her when she slips. One by one, everyone present tosses in a handful of dirt over my parents, and people begin to leave, crying and blowing noses into tissues. I remain with Bella, Ikuto, and Liz, however, watching as the graves are filled in by the gravediggers.
"Ai-wies," Bella hiccups, unable to pronounce the 'R' in my name as she cries, "what awe we going to do?"
"I was wondering the same thing," Ikuto mutters. "You two can always come and live with me, if you like. My apartment is big enough for all three of us."
"Or you could stay with me," Liz adds. "I doubt my parents will mind, since they're never around."
I shake my head, eyes burning with anger towards Sebastian, still. "No, I already know what we'll do. I'll have to get a few jobs after school, but I'll be taking care of us in our current home for as long as I possibly can. We'll be fine, so don't worry about us."
"At least let me give you a ride back to your house then," Ikuto growls, pulling out a set of keys, the keys to his minivan, since that is all he can afford right now. I nod, as the distance from the cemetery to the house I've lived in since I was an infant is too far to walk.
The sound of an engine racing towards the cemetery draws our attention to the road, and I scowl deeply. Sebastian shuts off his motorcycle, removing the helmet to expose his smug face. Although he looks depressed and worried, I can tell when he is being smug. He climbs off that machine of his and walks over, straightening out his suit.
"I'm sorry I'm late, Aries," he says, the guilt apparent in his voice. I keep my scowl, though, glaring up at the taller male.
"Don't expect me to forgive you for this, Sebastian. You made a promise you would be here, and you broke it. You're always doing this. I don't even know why I've stuck up with you this long!" I start to walk away, but he places a hand, powerful and firm, on my shoulder.
"What is that supposed to mean, Aries? Are you breaking up with me?"
"Yes, I am. I hope you are happy with yourself." I shove his hand away, picking up Bella before I continue on my way to where Ikuto's van is. The garchomp follows closely, looking back to Sebastian for a second. I don't care, of course. Sebastian had it coming. All I can worry about now is finding work and keeping Bella safe so we can stay together.
Me: Yeah, I'm depressed because of this chapter, if you can't tell. A funeral, and a break up! If that isn't the worse combination in existence, I don't know what is.
