I'm so sorry that I kept you guys hanging for so long! D:
Anyways, thanks for the reviews~~ You guys are suh awesome! xD
Warnings: Tripping over Serperiors, heart aches and a really confused Black! D:
Disclaimer: Christa still doesn't own PKMN ;(
White (3rd Person POV)
She sat in her beanbag, Serperior still curled around her. Black had left the room a while ago and Mother remained to sort out the files. The awkwardness in the room is high and White felt extremely uncomfortable. She dared not ask who Black's real parents are, because she knows it might hurt Mother. The question burned inside her head, her tongue itching to release those words. Finally, when she gathered enough courage and opened her mouth to ask the question, Mother turned around.
"Thought you might want to know who Black's parents are." She said, holding up an old album.
White just nodded, slightly surprised by her Mother's calmness.
Mother sat down next to White and showed her the album. She flipped to a bookmarked page, full of old and fading photos. She pointed to one of them. In the photos, two young women dressed in lab coats smiled brightly at the camera. One of them, White knew for sure, is mother. The other has long braided brown hair and big eyes.
"That's me, as you might already know." Mother said, her eyes fixed on the photo. "It was taken 18 years ago. And that," she points to the woman beside her, "is my best friend. We were both Pokemon Professors at that time… She was such a bright woman.
"She was the same age as me. We were both traveling in Lacunosa town to do some research on Kyurem-" At that name, White shuddered. Mother ignored that and continued, "-each pregnant with a baby. She gave birth just one day before I did. She named him Black Touya and so I named you White, opposite of Black. H-he was just a few months old when… when she…"
Tears started to drip onto the photos. Mother drew a shaky breath and continues, "w-when she got k-killed in an accident in the…the Giant Chasm. S-she died right in-front of me… Oh Arceus."
White's eyes widened. Too much information went through her head at once, making her feel kind of dizzy. Mother continues to cry, burying her face in her hands. White felt numb-what pain Mother must've gone through, her best friend, dying right in-front of her.
Mother sniffled. "The last thing she asked me to do… w-was to raise the child as m-my own. She didn't want to tell her husband, she didn't trust her." She said quietly.
"So what did you tell her husband when you came back?"
"I told him she died with the child."
"What about father? What did you tell him?"
"I told him I had two kids. Since you both looked quite alike, I told him you are twins."
White stared at Mother's pale face. She seemed to have suddenly aged, her eyes dull and blank, no longer sparkling like a vast ocean.
All these years… She kept it inside of her, shut deep inside of her, locking it, forgetting about it. It must've been eating away at her all those years-and today, she finally let it out. All the lies she told, to cover up the tragedy behind it all. All those fake tears, fake statements.
Would I be-able to handle it if I faced a situation like that? White thought. She is a bit hot headed, constantly making rash decisions. Black was the opposite-he was calm, composed, thinking a GIZZILION times before making a decision.
Black!
She suddenly realizes that her "twin" might still be crying. Without a second thought, she jumped off the bean-bag; only to trip over Serperior and face plant on the files. She scrambled up quickly and made a mad dash for her brother's room.
Serperior stared at her trainer, confused. What was that all about?
Black (3rd person POV)
He burrowed beneath the covers, squeezing his eyes shut. It's not that late yet-maybe 7 o clock?-but he wants to sleep. Sleep, wake up, and forget about everything. His Samurott stood beside his bed, constantly poking him with his muzzle, obviously worried about his owner's strange acts. Black wanted to just hug Samurott and tell him everything is OK-but he couldn't. He felt numb, and his heart ached in his chest. He may be 17, but he felt like a pathetic, weeping little kid.
He heard his door open, heard her soft footsteps. He pretended he is asleep-he doesn't really feel like being disturbed right now. But nope. She chose to sit on the edge of the bed and poke him with her finger.
"Black, wake up. I know you are awake!"
Black gave in. He grunted, and threw the covers over his head. Guess those 3 years together being twins did sorta pay off-or in his case, kinda backfired.
"Yeah?" He said, avoiding her gaze. But he could feel her eyes on him. His hair is sticking out at odd angles but he didn't really care.
"You okay?"
The softness in her voice startled him a bit. In most cases, she spoke in a very confident matter, often the volume high. She has a fiery attitude, even when he was young. He just nodded. "Yeah, I guess so." He murmured.
White sighed. "I know it's hard for you-"
"No, you don't know. You don't know how it feels like, to have been lied to all those years. You lived under a stable roof, with your real mother and other family members, traveling around Unova freely and tackling bad people. Did you ever consider me? Born into another family but instead grew up in one of the largest families in Unova, the burden of being the hero of ideals resting on your shoulder, for the rest of your life. I wasn't supposed to do this, but fate… Fate had already made the choice for me."
He tried to keep his voice calm like usual, but White could hear how his voice cracked at parts and the hit of bitterness laced within.
Tears once again bubbled in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away. Nope. Not crying infront of your "little sister". White noticed him rubbing his eyes. "Black… If you want to cry, just cry. It'll make you feel better."
With that, Black allowed the tears to run free as he clung onto White for dear life. She didn't say anything; she knew it must've been terrible. She rubbed his back and murmured soothing words. He couldn't make out the words since he can only hear the sound of him crying-but he somehow knew, deep inside, White was just like real family. She cared for him.
The tears stained her dress, and Black made a mental note to apologize later. I must look pathetic. He thought. Crying in-front of your little sister.
Samurott is now 100% sure his trainer is NOT okay. He was concerned about him, but yet there was nothing he could do. So he just paced around the room, conflicted about everything.
Black had Samurott since he was young, and they both cared for each other.
Samurott felt terrible that there wasn't anything he could do.
"Just go to sleep now, Black." She murmurs. "To sleep."
Sorry it's so short! I will try to update sooner next time *^*
