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Long, long ago, in a city not so far away, there were two towers that were built standing side by side.
The towers were built to bring humans and Pokemon together. The eastern tower was a place of celebration, while the western tower was a place of remembrance. The city flourished as a cultural and economic center, and its people lived in peace.
In addition, a great bird Pokemon rested at the top of the eastern tower, interacting with those who dared to journey to its top. This Pokemon had the power to bring both people and Pokemon back to life; those pure of heart could ask the Pokemon to resurrect and heal their recently departed loved ones with its sacred fire.
The peace finally came to an end when, one day without warning, a lightning bolt struck one of the towers, and it caught on fire, burning for three entire days. The fire was finally put out by an entire day of rain.
To this day, the burned tower remains, said to be haunted by ghosts of Pokemon who have perished. The eastern tower is still standing, but off limits. The bird Pokemon disappeared after the western tower burned, long rumored to be searching for a Pokemon trainer with a pure heart...
Haruka Malayo presents
"Tail Fire"
Rating: T
Universe: Game
Pairings: FireWhiteShipping
Written as part of the Pokemon Rare Pair Fanfiction Challenge
For Sonata and Nikkei.
Prologue: Touko
It's not silence. But it might as well be.
In reality, it's the calm before the storm, that moment before the shit hits the fan and everything becomes chaos. In a few short moments - seconds, really - it will become chaos. But right here, in this moment, when nothing is moving and everything is still...it's as close to silence as I'll ever hear in my life.
I'm kind of okay with that.
My grip is firm. My eyes are closed. I should be asleep. It's two-thirty in the morning and everybody else is gone now. It's quiet enough that I should be able to get at least three hours of sleep before the morning rush starts to take over. The good news is that this back car is pretty quiet, a good place to take a nap.
It beats Castelia's park benches.
I lean my head to the right, against the window. Breathe in. Breathe out. My hands are in my lap. My feet are crossed at the booted ankle. The lights above me flicker just a bit - come on, damn lights. If you do this the entire ride, it'll disturb my sleep. EIther stay on, or stay off. As if they were listening, they brighten and solidify, thank goodness. I'm the one trying to get a freaking nap around here. It's the reason I stuffed my Pokemon back inside my purse. I always do that before a nap. The last thing I need is an interruption. They've done it before. They insist they're hungry, or they need a bathroom break. As long as they are in their Pokeballs, then they won't bug me.
Which leaves me with at least two hours of uninterrupted sleep. As long as the lights stay this way. I'm not concerned about the police at this point. They've brought me into the station plenty of times, only to listen to me bitch all night. At this point, they just leave me alone.
I make myself as comfortable as I can on the plastic bench as a prerecorded announcement blares to life over my head. It's an automated message. It might as well be my mom.
"Welcome to the Battle Subway - Unova's Transportation Link! This is a Nimbasa City-bound Sky Blue Train. The doors are closing. The doors are closing." Then, there is the high-pitched bing bing bing that signals the doors are closing.
I keep my eyes closed, exhale one more time, and let my 'mother's' voice lull me to sleep.