Soo...New Story! Originally I didn't want to publish this yet since I still had to work on 'To Love a Thief' and 'The Guardian'(which I really have to work on but I'm kinda stuck...) but I really wanted to at the same time... On the other hand the next chapter for To Love a Thief is coming along very good! It just takes me long to get it up cause I write it all down in a notebook before typing it up. This is mostly because I want to still have a copy of it (besides flash drive) in case my computer breaks (again). Last time it got me but I won't fall for it again! I WILL WIN AGAINST YOU COMPUTER!
Okay anyway back to the point, new story, yes. So I kinda got the idea for this story from the manga 'Love Sick' by Morie Satoshi. The curses that is, but I changed it up in one way or another. The manga is reverse harem, but this story isn't like that obviously. It's going to be Contestshipping, Pokeshipping, and Ikarishipping. I originally planned it to be OldRivalshipping as well but I couldn't come up with a fourth curse... Hehe... THOUGH I think I may be able to sneak in some OldRivalshipping somewhere like as a side ship. Maybe. We'll see how that turns out.
Originally I didn't plan for a prologue but that thought changed 2 or 3 days ago. So here's the prologue! It's kind of dark I do say... but that's why it's rated T! I hope you all enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN POKEMON OR LOVE SICK (Obviously)
Prologue
'It hurts. Oh god it hurts'. She thought she was used to it by now. She thought the pain would eventually dulled as her body becomes numb. In the end it turned out that she was wrong.
She whimpered when the hand came around again slapping her cheek, sending her to the cold hard floor.
She lays there as she felt her life slowly slipping away from her. She knew she was bleeding heavily but that didn't matter. Instead she only concentrated on her breathing.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
'It will be over soon.' She told herself before she felt a blow to her side, sending her body several inches from her original spot.
The girl stared blankly at the wall in front of her. Her eyes were droopy as she struggled to keep conscious.
'Oh no….' She thought to herself as her sight became more and more blurry as speck of black spots appeared and started to float around. She knew she was losing consciousness but she had to stay strong.
'I got to keep breathing.'
In.
Out.
In.
An angry scream can be heard from the woman abusing the young girl.
"This is all your fault!" Kick. "Why the hell did I ever give birth to you!" Kick. "I hate you!" Punch. "I wish you never existed!" Punch. "I wish you were dead!" she gives the girl another kick, causing her to cough out blood.
She was about to give the girl another punch but her fist stopped in midair as an idea comes to her.
"Yes… dead," she said slowly with a psychopathic expression on. " I can make that happen." The woman roughly shoves herself off from her daughter's body and goes into the kitchen only to return with a sharp knife in her hand.
The girl's eyes would've widened if she could. She would've screamed if she could. She would've ran away, far, far away from this woman if she could.
But she couldn't.
She couldn't do anything besides laying there on the floor. She couldn't protest or say anything when she felt her body being flipped so that she was lying on her belly. The girl could feel her mother's weight on her legs as she sat on top of her to make sure that she was still, which was unnecessary. It's not like she could move anyway.
Tears that the red head swore against began to slowly escape her eyes.
"No…" her voice was barely audible and only managed to come out as a very low whisper.
The girl felt the blade of the knife against her back as the woman slashed her with it.
It felt like her body was burning. The slash was by far the most pain she ever felt but despite the fact, she couldn't find the voice to scream. She knew it wasn't over yet; the pain would only stop if she was dead and at that moment, she could feel herself not that far from it.
"Not dead now are you?" the woman sneered. "Don't worry there's more where that came from."
'This is the end…'
A crashing sound was heard when four people barged into the house. Gasps can be heard as well as screams.
"What the hell are you doing woman?!" a man's voice ranged throughout the room.
The girl could feel the weight on her disappeared as her body lifted. She could hear her name being yelled out and repeatedly over and over by her sisters before she loses consciousness.
Weeks later….
"I'm sorry, but no matter what we do, the wound just won't heal," a doctor said with remorse to the girl's father.
"This makes no sense! It's been three weeks now! How can a wound not heal? Impossible! And you call yourself a doctor?! If you don't heal my daughter, I'll have you know that I'll have your doctor license revoked!" the man threats the doctor.
His daughter who was in her room in the hospital heard everything from the conversation that her father and the doctor were having outside.
Her fingers touched the wound on her back and silent tears fell from her eyes. "Am I cursed?" she whispered to herself silently.
"How disgusting!"
People screamed as they backed away from the little girl who had a petrified expression on her face. She covered her face to prevent people from looking at her. Her body shook uncontrollably.
"Get away from me you monster!" a woman screeched dramatically as she distance herself away from the girl. The look she threw at the girl was filled with nothing besides disgust.
'I'm not a monster...'
The girl's parents desperately tried to calm their guests down. It was an important party and all the guests there were important business people whom were vital to the family's business. They couldn't allow their daughter to ruin this gathering. No, they couldn't.
The girl's mother threw her daughter an angry glare.
"Leave and don't even think about comeback tonight," she commanded harshly.
The girl felt as if something pierced through her internally. It was an old yet familiar feeling that she knew all too well. It was something she felt every time something like this happened.
Without another word, the girl ran away from the scene. She ran as fast as her legs could take her. She tripped along the way but got back up without a word and continues to run.
When she reached her room, run she runs into it and slams the door behind her, locking it. She took a sharp breath in as she stared blankly before her. Her back was rested against the door. Slowly, her gaze averted towards her arms and hands. She was met with the usual sight every time her body temperature increased. Random patches of crimson scales were spread out throughout her body.
Monster…
The word rang through her head repeatedly.
Monster!
"No…" her fingers went to the scales that were around her right eye. "No… I'm not…" she whispered to herself.
MONSTER!
That's when she lost it. She went on a rampage, a tantrum. The bluenette proceed to break everything in sight. She threw everything off her shelves, broke all that was fragile and threw off the covers and pillows from her bed to the floor. She ripped the paintings from her walls and stomped on them. When she came across a family picture, she instantly threw it against the wall. The picture frame encasing it shattered and the glass flew everywhere, similar to the other picture frames in her room. This continued until she destroyed everything in her room.
When she stopped, she broke down in the middle of her room. Tears ran down her face uncontrollably as she fell on her knees before falling on all fours. She hits the floor with her fist and lets out a scream.
"I'm not a monster!" she cried out.
A hand slapped her across the face, hard. The little girl could feel a stinging sensation from the pain. It hurt but she will not cry. Crying would be admitting that she was wrong. She was not wrong.
"What were you thinking back there?!" a man's voice hollered out. Anger was clear in his voice.
The girl stayed silent with her hands balled up at her sides. Her eyes looked everywhere else besides her father.
The silence only angered the man more. "Don't just stay quiet?! Why the hell did you push Mr. Marlitz's son into the pool?! Do you not understand just how important he is to our business?!"
That got a reaction out of the girl. "Tch." She turned back to her father with an angry and cold expression on. "I was perfectly justified. That jerk was being mean to my sister and was throwing bad insults at her. How can I not push him in?!" her voice rose as she spoke.
"Don't make it sound like you were right; you're lucky that he knew how to swim or he would've drowned!"
"Well he didn't! So it doesn't matter!"
"What matters is that you almost cost the business an important client!"
"I don't care about the business if it meant that my sister's going to get hurt!"
That earned the brunette another slap. "You better stop this attitude of yours right now! Your mother and I told you to get rid of this personality! You are not child-like at all! You're not like your sister at all!"
"That because we are different people!"
"I don't care! As long as you two are in the same body, you're the same to me!"
The girl felt something inside her break, causing her to stay quiet. She tilted her head so that her bangs masked her eyes.
The man sighed heavily and ran a hand through his head. He had calm down a bit but was still pretty mad. A moment of silence fell before the man broke it.
"Just go to you room, I want you to reflect about your actions. There's another party in three days and I want your sister to properly apologize to Mr. Marlitz's son, Jason. It may have been you who pushed him in but it was supposed to be her at the time. Do you understand?"
She didn't say anything, instead she turned her heels and walked quickly- yet calmly- away from her father. After she was out of hearing distance from her father for sure, her pace slowed down.
'Sis? Are you okay?' a voice called out to her in her head.
A small yet sad smile played on her lips. 'Yeah… I'm fine.'
'I'm sorry I got you in trouble.'
The girl shook her head as she continued her journey to her room. 'It's my fault; I took over our body when it was supposed to be in your control.'
'But if I didn't anger that jerk in the first place, then you wouldn't shove him into the pool.'
The girl smirked. 'I would've done it eventually by the time I had control of the body. He was so rude and impudent.'
The girl could imagine her sister frowning in her mind.
'Still,' she heard her reply.
'Just let it go, it's over for now. You probably know about it already; dad wants you to apologize to him but I will apologize in 'your' body.'
When the voice didn't reply and the girl didn't say anything either. She walked in silence for a while until the voice broke it.
'Are you okay?' the voice said.
The girl chuckled. 'You already asked me that.'
'That's not what I mean and you know it. Don't evade the question.'
That caused the girl to stop in her track.
Of course she would know what's really been bothering her. They shared the same body after all so they would know what's going with one another unless one of them was sleeping. They were sister born in the same body. They were two different yet similar people. That was just who they are…
The cursed twins.
"So you heard…" the girl said out loud more to herself than to her sister.
'Of course, we are one.'
We are one yet we are two…
"Yes we are," the girl replied before sighing. "It's just that they're always like that." There was a hint of sadness in her voice. She had reached her room and entered it only to slide down to the ground with her back against the door. "Mom and dad, they always treat us as the same person, never two. The only time when they do is when they need one of us…" Tears started to drip down her face. "When will they ever realize that we are two different people?"
She found her arms wrapping around her body automatically in a comforting way that was probably caused by her sister's doing.
'There will be someone someday….'
We are cursed beings.
It was these curses that brought not only us together but it was what also led us to you….
We may not admit it but what we wanted was the same…
L O V E
I admit I was kind of skeptical when I wrote this. I didn't know how I should feel about it, especially about the last part about the twins. I couldn't exactly come up with something at first but eventually it turned out to be like that. I even had my friend read it to get her idea and she loved it (even though she's not a fan of Pokemon). The first chapter should be up soon, I mean I already wrote that first and it's almost done actually but I want to work on the next chapter for 'To Love a Thief' first so I'm not exactly sure when that'll be up but soon.
As usual I hope you enjoy reading this and PLEASE REVIEW!