The Scrap Heap: Pocket Monsters Edition
A/N: As you've all probably noticed, I've mostly been posting/editing 'scraps' of different series that I haven't even put up yet. This is mostly to get out the ideas I have that I'm not quite comfortable writing actual chaptered stories for yet. However, if anyone shows interest in any of them, I might think about it.
In any case, here's "Not An Illusion" (Originally posted as "Bridge Too Far", but could also be called "Reality" but that might be too simple).
For those that have read this before, you can probably skip the next section. For newcomers, welcome! This one takes place in the Isshu/Unova Region, and is closer to the game-verse than anime-verse as far as the setting goes. I won't spoil anything here for the new readers, but a little information before I get to the actual Scrap.
This first one is set near the end of the Intervention!Verse, about a girl that's scared of the male gender due to something that happened in her childhood. I don't know if I'm going to continue this, though I might post the chapter I had somewhere later on.
And now for the disclaimer.
DISCLAIMER: Pokemon belongs to its respective owners. All I own of it is certain games and the systems to play them on... and perhaps a few plushies and cards.
Scrap 001. Not An Illusion (Rated K+)
Once, she might have said that she would never become a Pokemon trainer. Once, she might have said even stepping out of her house would have been impossible, let alone leaving for a journey. Once, she might have said that any sort of substantial goal, especially in the long run, just couldn't have happened. Not even in a full lifetime -at least, not for her, in any case.
Once, she wouldn't have even dreamed of standing where she was now...
Not after that incident, not even if it was life or death... And especially not when she was phobic of half of all the living species in her world, let alone in her region. Not when she had such a deep-seated fear of all organisms that were male.
Once, she would never have dreamed of standing so close to another man, let alone making friends with one...
Now, though her fear wasn't entirely dissipated, it had ebbed to a mild anxiety around those she didn't personally already know (and considering the circumstances, it was probably the best one could hope for).
And for that, she was glad. She was glad that her mother had forced her on that journey so long ago, she was glad for all the hardships she had been forced to endure, and she was glad, very glad, that she had such trustworthy and stalwart friends by her side, ones that would stay with her for as long as she -and they- lived.
For now, and forever. Sanada Shizuka was very glad that those she cared about and that cared about her had staged that Intervention.
The dream she'd once had was no longer so far out of reach, no. The Dream she'd once had as a child, but had given up on due to that incident, was no longer just a dream...
It was Reality...