Chapter two to srgeman's present! Yay! I hope I do as well as – if not more – I did last chapter. O.o Surprisingly, this quickly got reviews, and I was kinda shocked (other than Lady of DarkFire, Sanablades, Alchemist-Lightning-Rini, and srgeman himself, who I kind of expected to read it) to be honest. I really only need to know that srgeman likes it, but it's nice to hear others appreciate the work I did! X3
Characters for Chapter Two:
Tsukuyomi the Male Absol, is Celia's Pokemon
Celia Rosemary, works at a café
Timothy Hunter, the poor boy who died in his brain
Martha and Stuart Hunter, Timothy's mother and father
Robert and Brigitte Hunter, Timothy's brother and sister
The first thing Tsuku could see was the harsh lights of the hospital, and as he squinted his eyes shut tightly the first thing he heard was, "Tim? Timmy, is that you?" The first thing he felt was a warm touch on his arm and then a cooling wet sensation on his forehead. The first thing he tasted was the bland and sickening taste of his spit, and the first thing he smelled was the harsh cleanliness of the room.
The first thing he thought was, what the hell did I agree to?
After the initial shock of suddenly feeling air around him, he slowly cracked a chestnut-colored eye open to see a blurry face looking down at him. He shifted his arm covered in warmth with a 'mmm', feeling overheated with the thing laying on him. When it was quickly removed, however, a blasting chill overcome him, and he shivered. Humans are ridiculous; they're never satisfied. Not liking the wetness that dripped from above, he let his eyelids part more and clarified the face that stared back at him. Her skin was soft and peach-toned as her cheeks were wet with tears, and her dirty-blonde hair was in a crazy mess of a ponytail that looked last minute.
"Timmy! Oh, my dear boy!"
He stiffened up as the woman leaned forward and hugged him, pushing him up against the bed as she kissed his forehead and said a prayer. Feeling awkward and claustrophobic, he grunted and tried to form words, but because he was unused to these new vocal cords, all he could manage was, "…heavy…."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Timmy!" The woman leaned up and gave a bittersweet smile. "I guess after sitting in this bed for so long that…your muscles and body got weak and lazy. Kind of like your father," she added with a laugh, a twittering noise that would calm most people but unnerved Tsuku because of how casual it sounded. It was like she expected him to open up and release everything he had experienced, all of the problems and pain….
It made him anxious, that kind of pressure.
He shifted, cold but not wanting to be smothered in the blanket once more, and he gulped and choked, "Water…." Apparently, the body he occupied now got everything through an IV, and so his mouth seemed dry and cracked from misuse, making it painful to talk. The woman nodded and pressed a button that lit up with a ding, and eventually a nurse walked into the room to get the order. When she returned with the glass and set it on the table, Tsuku raised his arm only to realize he didn't know how to work it. Err…you move it…like this?
When he nearly knocked over the cup, the dirty-blonde finally picked it up and whispered, "Here, let me help you, dear…." Relenting with a probably noticeable lack of enthusiasm, he closed his eyes and savored the drink, as if he had been without water for decades. It was like he had finally reached heaven, which was ironic considering he was "reborn".
When reminded of the situation, he frowned and furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to figure out what Mewtwo's motives were. I highly doubt that anybody with that sort of power would bring someone to life "just 'cause". Plus, he mentioned something about bending the rules. What rules does he have to follow, and which one is he bending?
He felt like the feline was telling him to "not bother trying to think too hard" as he got the distinct feeling someone was laughing at him. To make it all worse, he sneezed, a disturbing experience for one used to staring at the ground while doing so as he was instead looking up. Scowling at the world in general, his attention drew back to the woman as she sighed heavily, putting her hands in her lap as she sat beside the bedridden Pokemon-turned-human. He glanced up at her with curiosity as she looked at him sadly.
"It's too bad your brother and sister couldn't be here to see you," she explained after an awkward silence. "They would have loved to know that you were finally awake."
He gulped, but not because of a dry throat. Brother? Sister? Damn, talk about a "catch"; I have to deal with an entire family! Why couldn't it be someone who had no family? Complications, indeed. Then, he added mentally, and I still have to find Celia. Damn, I have a lot on my plate.
Evidently, he had a confused look on his face, because she frowned at him peculiarly and asked, "What's wrong? What, don't you remember? Your brother and sister?" When he remained silent and unmoving, her eyes slowly grew wide as she put a hand on his stomach. "Really? Nothing?"
Finally, to distill the tension, he shook his head and confirmed, "Nothing." No use in trying to lie to her.
Her lip trembled, and she put her head down and sobbed, "Oh, my poor boy!" She cried as he sat there, unsure of what to do, until a nurse came by and helped the woman step outside to calm down. As he lay there, nothing to do, he inhaled deeply and let the air out several times.
"Damn."
From what he gathered the next couple of days, he was the middle child in a family of five, which included his parents, Martha and Stuart Hunter, and his brother, Robert, and sister, Brigitte. They wouldn't tell him how exactly he had came to be bedridden and brain-dead in the first place, but he had been there for over fifteen months. So essentially, it seemed that he had been put into a body that wasn't being really used. "No harm, no foul", I suppose. The doctors couldn't find plausible explanations for his "recovery", and so they left it at that and just helped him recuperate from his body's lack of activity.
The rest he didn't really bother to remember, which he felt guilty but really couldn't be blamed for considering his situation. He didn't try to remember any "school friends" he had had or classes he had took, and he sure as hell didn't try to remember the hobbies Timmy had had before the "incident".
All that he cared about was finding Celia.
Occasionally, he'd get interested in something "his mother" was talking about, but it normally had to do with anybody that he had met. If he had met any girls. What the girls looked like. None of them fit his trainer's description, and he was disheartened by the thought that he had no clue where he was on the planet.
Dammit! It's getting more complicated by the minute! I feel like I should have "read the fine print"….
One day, after getting exhausted from the simple exercise of bending his knees – he had nearly collapsed, he was so weak – he collapsed onto his hospital bed and realized he had a roommate.
It had been empty when Timmy had been brain-dead, but now that Tsuku occupied the body they decided he wasn't creepy enough to isolate anymore. He noticed that the curtains were up, which was suspicious enough, but there was also a hushed conversation behind it. Too tired to try to eavesdrop, he simply lay there with his eyes closed until he heard footsteps and saw a man walk away with a grim look on his face. Later, he figured out the man was a lawyer and his client was dying, and they had been dismally discussing his will. It seemed they had been good friends, for Tsuku had noticed a tear on his face, but he couldn't really feel sorry for them because he was still too detached from the rest of the world, like being at a movie theater; you pitied the characters but didn't fully feel for them.
Only a couple of days after that, the man finally breathed his last in the world, and as people mourned outside of the room by the window the former Absol pondered over the possibility of the guy being "reincarnated" like he had. But, I was killed young, and he seemed to have lived a good life. Maybe…it's best for him to move on to whatever there is after death. The topic made him shiver and he quickly turned his attention to the fact that he was getting another roommate.
Death was everywhere, and life went on.
The chapters are kind of short, but I wanted to focus on certain things for specific chapters; the first one was for how Tsukuyomi turned into a "reverse reborn", and this one was to focus on his first attempts at getting accustomed to his new body. Sorry if you don't like it, I just couldn't think of a better way to end this one! Hope you like the update, guys!
Lots of dragon-y love (and cookies!),
~DL ('Dragon Lover')