-Author's FYI
Try to keep up, because this chapter will flip from Hydreigon to Kyurem to Hydreigon to Kyurem. And years past. Ready?
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Chapter 2: Do you want to build a Snowman?
-Hydreigon's POV-
I don't remember much of what happened that night. It was like I just randomly got amnesia in the middle of the night.
But something after that was different.
For one this weird streak of white appeared in my hair, standing out and calling for attention against my black, sort of blue, sort of purple hair.
And it seemed that my older brother, avoided me at all costs.
I would see him at dinner, but he never made eye contact, and never said a word to me.
That was until one day, everything seemed to change.
It was snowing, and a bright idea popped into my head.
I quickly ran to Kyurem's door.
"Kyurem." I knocked on the door 4 times in a sort of pattern. "Do you want to build a snow Pokémon?"
With no answer I began in a sing songy voice, "Come on and let's go play!"
With still no reply I slumped against. "I never see you anymore." I peered under the door, looking for signs of life. "Come out the door. It's like you've gone away."
I stood up again and faced the door, "we used to be best buddies and now were not. I wished you would tell me why?"
I peered through the key hole under the door knob. "Do you want to build a snow Pokémon? It doesn't have to be a snow Pokémon."
"Go away, Hydreigon." Kyurem's voice said through the door.
"Ok, bye….." I sulked away.
-Kyurem's POV-
I kneeled on the seat cushion by my window, watching the snow fall.
I leaned on the window sill and instantly ice covered it and grew up onto the window.
"The gloves will help." My father promised, covering my hands with pure white gloves. "See, conceal it."
"Don't feel it." I finished.
"Don't let it show." We both said.
(A few years later)
-Hydreigon's POV-
I tried again to get my older brother's attention. It was snowing yet again.
I rapped on his door, like I did years ago.
And sang again.
"Do you want to build a snowman? Or ride our bikes down the halls?" I stood on the seat of one of the old bike's my parents used to use. And then crashed down the stairs and into the arms of one of those metal shell soldiers. "I think some company is overdue."
"I've started talking to the pictures on the walls!" I raced around the room that hung all the old pictures my parents collected over the years, flipping over onto a couch. "Hang in there Grovyle." I smirked at one of my favorite pictures, one of a Grovyle taking a time gear with the help of a human girl.
"It gets a little lonely. All these empty rooms, just watching the hours tick by…."
I made a tick-tock sound by clicking my tongue, watching the pendulum of a clock swing by.
-Kyurem's POV-
I cowered in corner that was no covered ice in the shape of a snowflake, the gloves weren't working so well.
"I'm scared." I tried telling my parents. "It's getting stronger." I held out my hands for them to see.
"Getting upset only makes it worse." My father tried to explain as I examined my hand, turning them over and over. "Calm down." He took a step towards me.
"No," I stepped back a few, watching their worried faces. "Don't touch me. I don't want to hurt you."
My mother placed a hand on my father's shoulder and they exchanged the same look.
(Few more years later, Hydreigon is 16 and 21)
-Hydreigon's POV-
…I finally gave up. It was no use, I finally gave up.
But today was a special day.
I ran past Kyurem's door and into my parents where they were packing.
"See you in two weeks." I said as I hugged them.
-Kyurem's POV-
"Do you have to go?" I asked as I bowed at my parents.
"You'll be fine, Kyurem." My father said confidently with a smile of agreement from my mother.
I watched them from my room window as they boarded a ship and sailed.
Who knew that was the last time I ever saw them?
-Hydreigon's POV-
I wore my best black suite that day, as servants hung a black curtain in front of my parent's portrait, they had died in a major storm. A huge wave swallowed their ship.
I was the only one to attend their funeral, Kyurem was a no show.
I was so ashamed, how could he just get up and leave like that?
That was when my brilliant idea came.
To try, just one more time.
Maybe this one time, I will finally get through.
After all, he was now the king of Post Town.
-Kyurem's POV-
I curled up against the door, as ice began to take shape around me.
There was no way I could control it anymore. The gloves worked for a little while, but it was useless now. There is no hope for me. I am beyond repair.
My parents were gone, so was my only hope.
A soft knock came from the other side, surprising me. I hadn't heard that sound in almost forever.
"Kyurem. I know you're in there." Came my younger brother's voice from the other side. He seemed to be singing. "People have been asking where you've been. They say I need courage, but I'm trying to. I'm right out here for you. Just let me in. We only have each other. It's just you and me, what are we going to do?" He slumped against the door and landed on the floor with a thump.
His head hit the door softly, as I heard a little cry escape his lips.
"Do you want to build a snowman?"
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