Disclaimer: Do I look rich? No. Do I own Pokémon? No. Thanks for playing.
...I really don't know what to say about this. I couldn't sleep because the idea was bugging me, though, so excuse any mistakes. I did run it through my spell-check, but that's never a guarantee.
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Somewhere
or, I Would Do the Same
Somewhere, a girl and her Blaziken were sparring.
The dance of fur and feathers, flames and fists, went on, intricate and deadly, entrancing in its simplicity. One would land a blow, then the other; each gave as good as she got, never giving an inch.
It was the purest embodiment of companionship for these two, the dance of the fight, and sweat trickled down the girl's neck and the flames at the Blaziken's wrists flickered, but still neither would stop until they collapsed, spent, literally unable to move another inch.
Such was the way they lived.
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Somewhere, a boy and his Pikachu were playing 'keep-away' with a red cap.
The little rodent was canny and swift; no sooner would the boy get within inches of his small form than he would be off again like a shot, sparks crackling in his wake, Pikachu-giggles trailing over his shoulder. And like always, the boy would follow.
Like always. It was a common game for these two, this endless chase, with similarly endless variations; and though one might slip and fall in the mud, or the other might get thoroughly soaked, still they would play, simply for one of the few things that tended to remain constant in their ever-changing lives.
For change was never more than a step behind them.
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Somewhere, a girl and her Blaziken were dying.
Only because she had seen injustice and tried to stop it; only because she had followed her mistress faithfully, as she would always, as she would forever.
When the girl fell to the evil ones in red, the Blaziken snapped, flames flaring higher than ever before, vision tinted red with the desire to fight and kill until she breathed her last.
The girl had gone ahead, and her faithful friend would follow.
As she had always. As she would forever.
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Somewhere, a boy in a red cap and his Pikachu were living.
Only because he had tried to stop a fight between two veritable titans of power; only because he couldn't see why the two, so similar to each other, needed to fight.
When he got between them, when his body turned to stone and the last breath issued from his lips, the Pikachu ran to him, heedless of the waiting death or the battlefield, and the Pikachu mourned. So did the other Pokémon there, solidifying their grief into glowing tears.
Their tears saved him, and the two were together again, as it was meant to be.
A team once more, a team for the rest of their lives.
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Why? The girl wonders as her eyes begin to dull and her best friend falls to the floor beside her. Why die for me?
But deep in her heart she already knows the answer: I would have done the same for you.
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Why? The boy asks, staring at his Pikachu with serious eyes that look out of place on his open face. Why risk yourself for me?
And deep in his heart he already knows the answer: In a heartbeat, I would do the same for you.
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In the end, these are the ones who make the difference. The ones who live side by side with their Pokémon and never want the good times to end. The ones who love each and every Pokémon just the same, no matter if they are strong or weak or fire or ice or sweet or ill-tempered or friends or strangers. The ones who would fight side by side with, and if necessary die with, their best friends.
These are the ones who will be remembered.
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Note: the girl isn't intended to be anyone specific, just a random Hoenn trainer caught up in the Aqua/Magma conflict.
Let me know what you thought, 'kay?
-Katana