'Announcement to all participants. Repeating: announcement to all participants!' A friendly female voice filled Unova's Musical theatre, situated in Nimbasa City, and echoed rather annoyingly. 'The contest will begin shortly. May all participants make their way to Door Number-' A pause. A long pause at that. Every fellow contestant and their eager companions fell silent, waiting for the instructions. The silence filled every ear in the room, parading in and out of every opening on a single body, like it was the main act at this rare opportunity: where Pokemon Contests, that had originally only been held in Hoenn, made their debut in Unova. Finally, a rustling of paper could be heard, possibly even too loud, and then a cough: 'One. Door Number One.' Another silence threatened to enclose, when the tinny voice belonging to the presenter, embarrassedly clearing her throat, spoke. 'Uh, sorry about that, guys!' A different tone of voice could be heard. Rather, a more sophisticated one. If you could see her, you would probably see her hand grab hold of the back of her neck, her eyebrows rise and a smile flow over her face. 'I wanted to make sure that I gave you the right door number. We wouldn't like to be late now, would we?' A nervous laugh and a statement said rather ironically, with considerable rehearsing time lost due to her own error. 'So, if you all would, please make your way to Door Number…' Everyone in the room held their breath, except for one person who freely sighed and walked through Door Number One, willing the expected pause to be slashed and, with relief, they heard her say: 'One. Door Number One, when the music begins, please!' 'The 'please' was a little too over enthusiastic but, then again, she is a presenter. Aren't they all like that?' I thought to myself, 'I remember that the televisions always had advertisements about my father and his gym in Petalburg, where the presenter was always way too jolly. Well, this was only when I was with…' I paused and gulped.
'So, if you all would, please make your way to Door Number…' I turn to face Door Number One. It had to be this one, what other door had a huge sign claiming that this is the door to take if you were a contestant and the show would be starting soon. The sign is blood-red, with white bold text that had been scratched at with what looked like a pen knife or any other sharp object. The border is black and battered, like it is vulnerable and over used. I wonder if it had been shipped over to Unova from Hoenn, but I don't have time to wait and ponder about signs, their life stories or any other world hunger-curing nonsense. I tug at my companion's chubby, yellow arm and nod towards the door. He nods and trots behind me as an obedient pet does. I look around the waiting foyer for one last time and take a deep breath. From the corner of my eye, I see a familiar face. I know her. She knows me. A sense of panic washes over me as I scramble to Door Number One and reach for the silver-plated handle in the shape of a Magnemite. I grip the handle and twist with all of my might, but my hands are too clammy. I can't be stuck here much longer, with her and all of the memories. And our pasts and our…intertwined lives. I glance down at my companion. He looks back up to me and in my eyes, he can sense that I am unhappy or, rather, panicked. He jumps onto my shoulder and knocks the door handle upwards with his stubby nose. Door Number One opens and I step through it. I slam the door behind me and look up to the sky. I sigh as a wave of calmness washes over my body. I'll have to face her some time.
A/N: I like to be mysterious. I hope I haven't lost you in this story. I promise things will make sense soon. You don't have to review, just as long as you enjoy it is enough for me. I'm open to constructive criticism.
I wrote this today as a spur of the moment thing. Hopefully I'll carry on with it. Who knows.