"Speech"
"Thought"
"Telepathy"
Chapter 1: Discovery and Love
Anth's POV
I was home alone at 7 in the morning after my parents left to go shopping for some college crap that I needed. I was picking up the house, cleaning it to acceptable standards. I ducked as I heard a loud booming crash in the backyard. I saw lightning spinning around like a vortex, and then nothing. "Oh shit." I saw something that caught my eye, a person? I came closer, with caution. I noted the features of the person. Near white as snow complexion, spring green hair and a red spike coming out of its chest? "Holy Mother of God…" It was a Gardevoir, a female Gardevoir at that, noting the borderline C-cups on her chest. I shook myself from my stupor and brought her in to get some medical attention. It was a good thing that a nurse lives with me and my family. I took out the home kit and ran a diagnostic on her.
She seemed to be ok, but how she got here was anyone's guess. She woke up slightly, and saw me. I acted quickly, and dispelled all her attempts at using teleport, since I knew enough about this Pokémon to learn about the move sets. She backed away in fear. "Hey, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. Please be calm." I exuded a happy aura, in which she quickly picked up on. "My name is Anth. What is yours? Do you talk?" She came up to me, floating over like a fairy. "Yes, I do speak. My name is Grace." "What brought you here?" "I don't know. All I know is, I was being attacked by some poachers, and then I was knocked out by a large explosion. I really am glad they didn't get a hold of me." She had a sweet smile on her face.
My mind racked itself for answers until I heard a voice in my head. "What the..?" "Sorry, I couldn't help but learn more about you. You are very strong, to have disabled my ability to teleport." "I train using my chakra, or aura, as you put it. I'm the strongest human within 1000 miles." "Where am I?" "…Well, how can I put this to you gently…? You are on planet Earth; more specifically in the United States of America. And, well, no Pokémon actually exist here. You see… Pokémon is a game here…" I sweated myself as I tried my hardest at a concrete explanation when I heard my phone go off; I had just received an email. "Here," I showed her the background of a Gardevoir on my phone's screen. "Thousands of different kinds of images exist on Pokémon, if not millions." I felt a pang of despair emanate from Grace. She started to cry. "Wonderful, you made a Pokémon cry, Anth," I scolded myself mentally. I gave her a hug, and she bawled into my chest. I rubbed her back to soothe her and it seemed to work. Her sobs quieted down into whimpers. "I can give you shelter ok? I just hope my parents don't freak." Grace held me close and I continued to rub her back, being mindful of the spike. She grew tired, so I brought her up to my room and lied her down in my bed. I dared not to reveal this to anyone except my family. I stared at Grace for what seemed like an eternity. I racked my brain on all information about Gardevoir. They love to hug people commonly, they protect their trainers even at the risk of their own lives, they are psychic, can read emotions, and… My mind was just frying at this craziness… But at least now I can show my dad up for once.
An hour had passed and my mother had arrived with my father. It was 9:20. They looked at me seeing worry on my face. "What's wrong, Anthony?" Mom asked. "Well, there was an explosion in the back, and I found a girl on the ground." I showed them Grace, they were shocked, but Mom, strangely found her to be a cute match for me, despite the green hair. "Aw, she looks pretty," my mother cooed softly. My dad had no opinion, but something told me he hated this woman. "She needs rest; whatever happened to her must've taken a lot out of her. I'll watch over her." My parents nodded, seeing that I have determination blazing in my eyes.
Hours later at 2 PM, Grace had woken up. She sat up seeing me cut some fruit. I didn't feel like using my computer since now I am responsible for Grace. I was just a computer geek in a rocker's skin, now I feel like a guardian for her, not that I am complaining. "I know you like eating those berries, but I have the healthiest fruits here." I served the fruit salad chops to Grace. She ate them with content. "Thank you, Anth," She said with a sweet voice. She looked at me, her eyes piercing my very soul. I felt, more in control of my aura, and my mind slow to a halt as my eyes dimmed for a few moments. She was looking through my memories, massaging my aura, and obliterating my mental deficiencies. My memories were clear and my capacity for thought expanded into boundaries I never knew existed. She smiled at me, as I came back from being redone. My eyes were purest blue, with a tinge of crimson on the edge.
"I remodeled your mind, so to speak. I hope you feel better." I smiled a genuine smile. "Yes, I have never felt so good in my life." I built up my energy, and to my visible shock, everything was floating off the ground. Was I using Psychic? I lowered everything gently. Grace was also shocked, that a mere human could use Psychic, so quickly, and with much control.
Grace's POV
I watched as Anth's aura fluctuations begin to level to a flat line from the spikes he had before I fixed him. His eyes were so intense, yet gentle. None of the Gallade I met seemed to have that quality. Even the male Gardevoir are nothing but chauvinist pigs. He stood, and embraced me, paying no mind of the spike on my chest. I felt better, being soaked by his aura as it burned through me. With it, brought affection and love. He spoke to me in a kind voice, "You smell of lavender. I like it…" I blushed; his mind was a treasure trove of emotions, all a melting pot. I saw that his emotions were the main drive of his aura. He had the identical aura of a Gallade now, but it wasn't pompous or cocky, instead it was compassionate and caring. Our bond formed right then, and I was greeted with more of his love.
Normal POV
Anth's father, Chris, called him to do something. Grace felt Anth's ire and frustration. He wished that Chris would just leave him alone. She saw all his less than pleasant memories of Chris and also felt the same ire. In an instant, he vanished and appeared in the room. Chris thought he just ran in there, albeit quietly. "Can you get me some tea, son?" "Fine." Anth floated down the steps just inches above the steps. Grace snuck by, following him down. Anth managed to calm down quickly, the phase of excitement having blown over him like a passing breeze. Anth used Psychic to lift the tea itself, some ice, sugar, and a cup. He put the contents into the cup and mixed it quickly.
Grace's POV
To think that I would see a human like him, using Psychic so easily; he must've been practicing his aura. The large cup of tea hovered by him as he floated back up stairs. I followed him, my dress flowing softly in my wake. We landed on top of the stairs, my dress hiding my thin legs. Apparently, he wanted our Psychic powers to be hidden for the time being. He handed the tea to Chris. He gave me a look of disdain for some odd reason. I didn't even bother looking into his mind. If he became a threat to Anth, then I would step in. I watched him enter his room, using Psychic to clean it up.
Later that night, Anth's POV
The clock reads 9 PM. I tapped my desk with boredom, hearing the shower running. I absently thought of taking one myself. "Maybe you would like to join me," Grace telepathically said to me. I blushed at the thought, thinking about how that would go. Images flooded my mind, as I felt a bit heated. "Tempting, but I must decline. I don't want us getting in trouble with my parents." I thought back to her. I felt a nod from her; this bonding is really helping me get her. I waited 4 minutes before she stepped out, wearing my robe on her small frame. A small smile graced her features. I felt entranced by that smile. "I think I'll take my shower next." I went in a bit hurriedly. I stripped from my clothes and saw my member standing erect. "Damn it. Her thoughts alone turn me on. Wait, why does my boner look larger?" "You can thank me for that, Anth." I blushed red, then showered, seeing it fall back down into its placid form.
After I finished cleaning off, I wrapped myself in a towel, making sure that it did not fall. I steeled myself as I prepared to go into the cold air of the hall. I opened the door, assaulted by the chill of the air. With me being covered in water didn't make it any better. I walked back to my room, seeing Grace covered up already in bed. She snuggled my body pillow close, with a content smile. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully. I smiled as I got dressed in a pair of boxers, and then realized that my robe was folded neatly on the bedside. Her dress was also folded and placed on top of it. Then, I put 2 and 2 together and figured she was naked. I was so tempted to see what lied under those warm blankets. I reach out and… No! I can't do that. I refuse to take away her dignity. I sighed, as I tossed the towel aside. I sat in my recliner with a quilt and drifted into a deep sleep after reclining it all the way back.
Grace's POV
He passed my test. He doesn't give in to temptation easily. His assumptions about me being naked are right, however. I smiled, thinking that he would make a perfect mate. I held the large body pillow closer to me, smelling a faint scent that was his. I looked at him, and decided that he needed some more training with his Psychic powers that are starting to manifest. He will be quite the cut above the Gallade.
3 weeks later, Normal POV
It was 5 AM. Anth woke up to that familiar smell of Lavender, and a light body on his chest. He had since taken to sleeping in his recliner while the Gardevoir took the bed. He looked down to see Grace with her head snuggled into his lean chest. He smiled and rubbed her back softly, still minding the spike on her back. He had grown used to her sleeping nude in the passed week, while on top of him in his chair. She liked sneaking onto him at night. As he rubbed her back, she made a small moan, snuggling into his firm chest.
Due to his new training schedule, Anth had lost a lot of weight with his morning exercises with Grace. She helped stretch him out and ran with him. She had gained some speed, and as well strength. Anth, while not using Psychic was very fast; he could run 20 miles an hour for quite awhile. Even in that aspect, he said he needs some improvement. His strength had jumped as well. What took him 15 minutes to do, as far as transporting a heavy box up and down stairs using a dolly, only took him 2 seconds, while using a finger. His balance was perfect. His stealth was even more so. He can leap up into the attic effortlessly, and even the roof. In return, she gave him nightly lessons on Psychic control, which he caught on very quickly. She also recently found out that Anth had used a field of hypnosis to a very advanced degree. When a lovely picture of Grace was taken and posted on Anth's Facebook, her red spikes were edited out. Only Anth and she could see them. She was glad. She'd rather have her spikes hidden from the world than be kicked out or killed.
What really gained a boost was their bond that they shared. They are always seen with each other, which gained his mom's praise. Kelli, his mom, had also pointed out that Anth was less prone to verbal retaliation when asked to do chores, because now he had help from a lovely teen girl. Chris just stood on the sidelines with indifference, though he had silently thanked the heavens that Anth was more obedient. He suspected that the girl that hung with Anth a lot and slept in his room was giving him lots of head. Anth's irritation was made known quite well with the glare he gave Chris. He would assert his emotion of ire by saying, "Drop it, ok? What she and I do together behind closed doors is not of your concern." When Chris continued to prod into Anth's personal life, Anth shouted at him, "Fuck off, asshole!" Chris took a hint and decided to drop it, seeing as his son now had balls of steel, but the look in his son's eyes was quite unnerving for him. Michelle, the nurse of this dual-family home, and the proud owner of said residence, agreed. Anth was 19; he needed air to breathe and much room for privacy.
Anth's closet also took a shift. Woman's clothes were added, mainly long sleeved pants, to help cover up her feet. She even wore some of Anth's PJs when walking around the house. The Gardevoir had taken a liking to them. Anth had taken her to clothes store, dipping into his hidden savings account, which he kept filling up since his 5th birthday. He had well over $2000 dollars. He had spent 850 of the cash on 35 dresses specially fitted for Grace. Her breasts were large enough for her chest spike to not mess up her dresses and shirts, but the back spike took some effort for Anth's Hypnosis to work with. She even got a two piece bikini that matched her hair. She had greatly appreciated the gifts and kissed his cheek, eliciting a blush from Anth. That day was a good day for them both.
8 AM. Anth was out on his morning run, he was practicing his aura sensory, so he had blindfolded himself. He was doing very well, his other senses having expanded to such a level that he could see the world of aura. The passing cars, the trees, the individual blades of grass and the small bugs that lived among them, he could see them all. He had an impressive 10 meter range of sight. He found it calming that he was using this method of sight. Grace ran alongside him, admiring him of his modest rise to glory. She had recently been able to adjust the size of her spikes. It cost her ability to sense anyone outside of a 2 mile range, and the range dipped down to Anth's level. The red spikes just became nothing but small red gems.
12 PM. At a lunch date in a Subway, Grace and Anth were enjoying a chicken salad sub. To Anth's surprise, she finished the behemoth of a sub. "Uh, wow, Grace. You have an appetite that rivals my own. I'm impressed." "Thank you, Anth. This place is great. I'm glad I came here."
The 2 went swimming, much to Grace's happiness. She had an "accidental" wardrobe malfunction in front of Anth while he swam under water, using Psychic to keep the water out of his eyes. He had seen a nipple of Grace's underwater. He rose with a blushing face as she fixed it. "Oops," She said in an innocent tone. "I hope you enjoyed that sight, Anth," said Grace, with a mischievous tone.
They returned sometime around 10:05, after the park closed. Chris continued to type on his computer, ignoring them. Anth got some food for them and went up stairs with her. They went in his—their room to play some Metroid Prime. They took turns, with Grace working the controller just as he would. Michelle's kids, Sean and Jacob, had walked in on the duo.
Grace's POV
I stopped playing, and looked at the children. Jacob, the shorter one, pointed at me, "Ha, you have green hair!" He mocked me openly, when Sean stopped him. Sean looked at me closely, as I have become nervous. "You look familiar. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?" "No," I replied, still nervous. Anth looked at the two, "Could you both leave Grace alone? She's just a girl not from around here ok? Don't be so judgmental. Besides, you shouldn't be brash with women. Didn't your mother ever teach you any better?" A look from Anth was all that they need to take a hint and back off.
I saw that Anth's aggression was steadily increasing, but it was still manageable. Whenever he looks at me, I see that handsome smile on his face, and feel safe to be that target of his affections. I hit the power button on the console after saving the game. We both took our respective showers and went back to the room.
Anth's POV
I smiled a bit, and then frowned. I was confused. I don't know why, but something seemed out of place. I looked into her eyes, which showed concern and worry. "I'm ok. Just a bit tired is all." I got in my recliner, and was about to pull the lever when Grace came up to me and cupped my face in her delicate hands. "Please sleep with me tonight, Anth," She called in her sweet voice. How could I say no to that? She removed her robe, revealing a bra and panties. I still blushed, but at least she was clothed. I had boxers on. Just as she was about to guide me in, my mother calls me. Sighing, I said, "Sorry, Grace. I didn't mean for that to occur." "It is fine, Anth. I forgive you."
Grace's POV
I watched as Anth left the room to help Kelli. She was very accepting of me, seeing as I always keep Anth in good spirits. I noticed he had a music player called an iPod. It was in a docking station of his stereo. I browsed the iPod to see he has a thing for rock. This could help him in executing his move set, but I wonder how much?
I played a song called Wake up Hate by Korn. It was an angry song, from the sound of its intro. Then the lyrics began. In an instant, my mind warped to the much darker part of his mind. It was a giant coliseum full of battle scars and deep claw marks. I saw him, fighting as a beast of unimaginable power. "Oh, Arceus…" This power was full of pure rage and hate; his body was in such turmoil that I almost lost it.
I left his mind, using almost all of my power just to pry myself out. I shut the stereo off just as he arrived. He looked at me with a solemn expression and those melancholy eyes bore into my soul. "Don't do that… There are regions of my mind you aren't meant to see." I was panting slightly, my heart throbbing. I never saw such raw power in any Pokémon, but Anth managed to bare the shoulder of a thousand burdens. I wondered just how he managed to cope with it. "How…?" I asked meekly. "Pain…sorrow…hate…rage…sadness…" was my answer. His soul was heavy, inside he cried, but he had never shed a tear in 10 years. A tear fell from my eyes. "You want to know my power intimately, Grace?" I hesitated for a moment, and nodded. He went to the stereo, and pulled out 2 headphones, a splitter for the headphones, and a remote to the stereo. He hooked everything up and handed me a pair.
I put them on. He looked at me seeing if I was ready for it. "Careful, being this close to me as a psychic has been proven lethal," thought Anth, towards me. I nodded, with conviction.
He hit play on an unfamiliar song. It was called This Machine by Julien-K. I saw images, all his memories, all his pain warp through me, his power, and it was slow to grow at first. He learned how to use it, and it grew fast, it kept growing, and it never stopped. The pain of his ex-girlfriend breaking his heart to pieces echoed. His father called him worthless. His pain grew with his power, borderline manifestation. He never cried, instead, his energy screamed to the heavens blasting the other realm to pieces with the scream. It was so much to take in. I wasn't sure how long it will last. Then the song ended. And the headphones fell off. The images stopped. I was shaking visibly from the pain. He hid this so well, that even a master interrogator couldn't so much as crack him.
He looked at me and pulled me into his embrace. "That… was me, all of it. 19 years of pain." I couldn't find words to describe this pain; instead, I bawled harder into his chest than before. My cries muffled by his chest, and the closed door. "I won't leave you. I won't turn into that evil beast, Grace." I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and sniffled, as tears streamed down my face. "P-Promise…?" I said with tears. "I promise."