Author's Note:
Dear Readers,
Hi, all, it's Malibu! Sorry you guys haven't heard from me in a while! It's been forever, hasn't it? I've been getting over a bad case of (duh, duh, duuuuhhhhh) Writer's Block. So, now that Leaf is kinda-sorta in the know, I'm pretty sure this will be the last chapter in her POV. The next chapter is going to be Contestshipping, and I'll tell you the story why. So, since I started school I have this AH-MAZING English class. And there's this one boy whose name is Ian. Here's the thing. HE IS EXACTLY LIKE DREW HAYDEN. Only a bit more insensitive, because Drew has a bit of sensitivity, Ian does not. But it's really kind of creepy. He obsesses over his hair, he's cocky and a bit of a jerk. And all I can do is stare at him, thinking, I've met Drew Hayden in HUMAN FORM. Holy CRAP! (Excuse my language). And the even creepier thing, in my next Fan fiction (The Show) Drew plays a character on a TV show, and you'll never guess what I named his character. You bet, I named him Ian. BEFORE I EVEN MET THE HUMAN-IAN. IT'S SOOOO FREAKY! So that's my Contestshipping-story. Sorry if it was boring. I had to tell you. Gosh, this Author's Note is getting long. So let me wrap it up. The next chapter will most likely be in May's POV, because of my inspiration. But don't worry; Leaf will have many, many more chapters. And I will be using Third Person a bit…experimenting. So, what else did I want to say? Oh, right. REVIEW. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW. Did I say review? Because I think I missed it. REVIEW! One more time, for good luck: REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! (Was that more than once? Whoops. : 3)
Love always,
Malibu :D
{Transformed Love}
Inspired By Fruits Basket
Chapter Six: Still Adjusting
" And we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it…I'm sorry."
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON
The guest house is huge. It's like a mansion someone plopped on a beach. The Main House is even bigger, which is mind boggling. (A/N: I have pictures of this house and (the girl's rooms) that I decided they were going to live in. To see them, go to my profile!) Dawn shows me her room. It is like we walked out of the tropical resort that is their house and right into a castle. It has a hot pink color splashed on the wall. The theme of the room is very elegant. Her bed is a canopy bed. She has large, thick curtains over her windows. Right now, they are pulled back so the room floods with light. It has a very Victorian/Princess feel to it. It even has a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I love it, instantly. It is so Dawn.
May's room has blood-red paint on the walls. All the wood is dark, but her large bed is all white. It's an amazing contrast. It's a very dramatic room, paralleling the vibe of a very dramatic May. The two bedrooms I've seen so far are so big and amazing, I wonder if it can get any better.
It can.
Next is Misty's room. We go down the hallway a bit more, and take a sharp turn. The first thing I smell is sea air. Misty pushed open the door to her room. I gasp. The walls are a pale blue, with a bright orange trim. Most of the furniture and the carpet are white, along with curtains. The wood in the room is a dark color though, throwing in a hint of contrast. It's the doors that get me, though. They are floor-to-ceiling with dark wood paneling, and they push open to get the air. They open up to a deck. Misty has an amazing view of the beach, and she is right above their pool.
"Wow. It's amazing."
"I know." Misty breathes in the scent. "I love it. I'm spoiled."
"Of course." May smiles. Dawn jumps up and down, excited for the next revelation.
"Now, your room." She announces. We go back up the way we came. Misty opens the door to my room. It's huge. Bigger than any room I'd ever had before. It has windows like Misty's doors and an awesome view of the beach, but its plain white with dull furniture. I act like I don't care – which I don't – because I'm just happy I'm there, but Dawn insists.
"I'm going to decorate your room. It's going to be green." She decided, "You're going to love it. What color do you want your bathroom?"
"Any color is good." I tell her, not wanting to sound like I keep begging for thing, "You can leave it white."
"It's going to be sky blue." Dawn announces, ignoring my last comment. They were being too good to me.
"Okay." Is all I can manage to say. She hugs me. "This is so exciting! You already feel like a sister to me! I feel like we've know each other so much longer than we actually have!"
I have to agree. I feel so excepted here, even though a few hours ago I was a total outsider. The minute Dawn's gone; I run into my white bathroom and take a shower.
Oh, how I've missed running water.
I realize how much I've missed all the things in this house, like electricity and running water and plumbing and refrigeration. I'm so happy I could cry.
The first thing I put up in my new room is the picture of my mom. I smile at her and put her right by my huge bay window. She gets a great view of the beach. Just like me. "Welcome home, Mom." I say, staring out the window with her. She's probably so happy right now, looking down at me. "Welcome home."
It is a dream. It has to be a dream. I wake up in a daze, not sure what is true or what is false.
I'm definitely in the white room, in my purple pajama pants and green cami with my long brown hair pulled into a bun.
"So that wasn't a dream." I tell myself, rubbing my eyes. I start out the door, intent on making the girls breakfast.
And deciding what is true and false. Like the trans- No. I won't even say it. If I say it, it will be true, and if it is true, then nothing is real anymore, is it?
Who's to say what's impossible? Well they forgot, this world keeps spinning, And with each new day, I can feel a change in everything. And as the surface breaks reflections fade, But in some ways they remain the same. And as my mind begins to spread its wings. There's no stopping curiosity
Instead of letting my curiosity roam, I focus on making pancakes. I'm making pancakes because I don't know what everyone likes. Which only reinforces the fact that I barley know these people that I call my friends. Maybe even my best friends.
I want to turn the whole thing upside down. I'll find the things they say just can't be found. I'll share this love I find with everyone. We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's songs. I don't want this feeling to go away.
I hear an alarm clock go off and a shower go on. I think about how I need a shower – even though I just took one last night – and love that I can, if I want to.
The shower turns off, and a hair dryer turns on. Another shower starts. A little while later, Misty is down stairs in her school uniform, trying to fix her socks, with her hair pulled up into a side ponytail.
"Ohhh, pancakes!" She cheers. She grabs two off the plate and then reaches for the syrup, "Thanks, Leaf."
I smile, "I'm gonna go take a shower," I tell her. She nods, mouth full, and I go upstairs.
I pass Dawn, also dressed in her school uniform, her blue hair falling down to her bust.
"Morning Leaf!" She calls cheerily.
"Pancakes downstairs." I call back.
"Oh!" Dawn's eyes light up. I'm watching her face for the scar I'm sure she has, but I can't see it. Not with her face glowing like it is, "Pancakes!" She charges downstairs, a blur of blue hair, to eat them.
I shower, blow dry my own hair, and get dressed in my school uniform. I feel clean, and I waltz down the stairs to see all my pancakes gone.
"You make pancakes like GOD!" Dawn yells, licking her knife.
"Thanks." I say, grabbing the pancake mix to make some more for May and I, when and if May ever wakes up.
"So." Dawn puts her dishes away, "We're planning a beach trip."
"Planning? Can't you just do it spur of the moment? It's right down there."
"Well, yes," Misty agrees, "But they always go a lot better if they're planned." She checks the clock, and then looks back down the hallway, "Where is May?"
There is a thud right as she says that, and we all know it's May.
I finish the pancakes, leave a few out for May, and then start cleaning up.
Suddenly, a short boy with teal hair, glasses, and eyes the exact same color as May's bursts in the door.
"She's late, isn't she?" The boy sniffs.
"As usual." Misty snorts.
"Leaf," Dawn grabs my hand and pulls me toward the boy, "This is Max, May's younger brother. He's seven."
"How cute!" I cry, "Hi, Max, I'm Leaf. Leaf Green." My mind is reeling. Is this boy part of the Legendries? Or is he just a cute, innocent little boy? Who actually looks just a bit smarter than May. I instantly feel bad for the rude thought, and shake it out of my head. But there is no denying that May is an airhead.
Max looks me over. "I see why Gary's interested in you." He says, flatly. I snort. I know Gary's interested in me, because Gary is interested in every girl that walks on the planet. And maybe me specifically because I keep blowing him off.
"So uhm…are you…?" I'm still trying to find a not-awkward way to ask this question.
"If you're trying to ask if I'm part of the Legendries, then yes. I am. I'm Jirachi." He says easily, in a kind of smarty-pants way. I smirk at the kid, liking him just a bit more by the minute.
So then…the whole trans-trans-transforming (I have to force myself to say it) isn't a dream either. None of it was. I feel a bit relived, and yet a bit startled. They turn into Pokemon. It's not a normal thing.
"That's very nice." I finally get the courage to say.
"I like it well enough," He shrugs. Such a serious little boy, "It's better than Shaymin." Max shudders at the thought.
"But Shaymin's cute!" I argue.
"Exactly." Max looks at me like I'm an idiot. Oh, right. He's a guy. 'Cute' isn't a good thing.
"But your Pokemon isn't the epitome of manliness, either."
"It's better than Shaymin. Anything's better than Shaymin."
May comes trampling down the stairs, "Oh, hey, Max." She waves at him. She grabs the pancakes and shoves them in her mouth.
I still don't get what everyone has against Shaymin. I like Shaymin. It must just be the guys.
"Are you done yet?" Misty asks impatiently. "May, we're going to be late."
"We are not."
"We so are," Max buts in. "They guys sent me over here to hurry you up. They're waiting in the car."
"Great." Dawn chirps, "Everybody ready? Let's go!"
I sit in the front of the class in homeroom, with them. I feel…like I belong. I ignore Gary when he tries to flirt with me. I listen to Ash be stupid and May and Drew argue over nothing at all. I'm sure Drew likes seeing May react. Paul and Dawn are silent, but the anger rolls off them in waves.
Who's to say I can't do everything? Well I can try. And as I roll along I begin to find Things aren't always just what they seem.
Paul has been glaring at me silently all day. I am getting the feeling that I am not wanted.
"Do you think Paul likes me?" I ask May, when we were heading to Physics.
"No." She responds easily, digging in her bag for food.
"What? Really? Did I do something to offend him?"
"Oh, no!" May jerks her head up to look at me, "You didn't do anything wrong. Paul just doesn't like people. And I'm pretty sure he's not too keen on the idea of having another outsider in on the secret."
"Oh."
May stops walking, and turned to face me, "Leaf Green. You did not do anything to offend Paul. He doesn't like people. Stop worrying your pretty little head. Now where did I put my pretzels?"
"I have a question." I fiddle with my bag while May keeps digging through hers.
"Shoot."
"Why is Max part of the Legendries, and not you?"
May slowly pulls her head out of her bag. She holds the pretzels in one hand, but the look on her face is very blank, not victorious like I had expected.
"The other Jirachi, the one before Max, died only weeks before Max's birth. I was already born, so I was okay. We thought that Max was going to be safe, too, because the old Jirachi only died a week before he was born, but he wasn't. Mom cried for days." May's soft sapphire eyes twitch slightly. She swallows, and stares off into the distance, seeing things I've never imagined.
"Come on, May." I grab her arm, hoping it would pull her out of her reverie, "Let's get to class. We're going to be late."
Her glassy gaze snaps, life filling her eyes at a rapid pace, like a bathtub being filled with water. She smiles at me, but I can see the sadness tugging at the edge of her mouth. I am starting to think this 'family' was more broken than I thought.
I want to turn the whole thing upside down. I'll find the things they say just can't be found. I'll share this love I find with everyone. We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's songs. This world keeps spinning and there's no time to waste. Well it all keeps spinning, spinning round and round and
The only class I have with Paul Shinji is English. I sit directly across from him, in the class room. I get to feel his stares on me, all throughout class. I'm too much of a coward to look at him, because I'm afraid that he will be glaring at me.
"Partner up!" Miss Finch calls. Everyone starts to rush to pick their best friend, when Miss Finch pulls out a list, "Marina and Jimmy, Walter and Manny…Paul and Leaf…Kate and Sabrina. Okay. Everybody partner up!"
It seems like the universe is against me today, I swear to it. First May having her emotional shutdown in the hallway, now Paul and I getting paired up. I want to make a good impression on him, though. So I sneak a dirty look upwards before he comes over.
"Hey, Paul." I say, pulling out my essay and handing it to him, "I correct in purple, is that okay?"
Paul grunted at response. I took it as a yes. I started to look over his paper when something hit my head.
A note. I un-crumple it and see, written in a messy scrawl:
After Class, meet me in the Band Hallway. We need to talk
-Paul
Paul really didn't strike me as the note-passing type. When I look at him for some sign of acknowledgement, but Paul is hunched over my paper, red pen scribbling everywhere. I sigh, because I suck at writing, and Paul is probably amazing at it. I scrunch up my nose and dive in.
The Band Hallway is the most deserted place I've ever been. All the band geeks hang out outside the band hallway, because the air conditioning sucks and I'm sweating like a pig and I've only been standing there for two minutes. I'm waiting for Paul, who is a little late.
I passed by Marina in the hallway. She asked me about this project we had. I tried to answer her thoroughly and promptly, because I was afraid Paul was going to yell at me for being late.
Now who's the late one, huh Paul?
I wait another five minutes before he finally shows up.
"Thanks for being on time." I tell him, trying not to sound snarky.
"No problem." Paul grumbles.
"So, what did you call me here for?"
"You." Paul's deep onyx eyes glint in the bright light of the band hallway. His purple hair covers his eyes so I can barely see them, let alone try and read into anything they're giving away. Which, right now, is nothing.
"What about me?"
"I don't like you knowing. I don't like what you do to Gary. I don't like you." Paul looked me up and down, "Something about you. It seems…off."
"Oh, because you're all perfect." I say, sarcastically.
"There is something wrong with you, Leaf Green. I don't know what, but I know something is wrong." He talked in a very rough voice.
"So?" Paul did kind of intimidate me. He was big, and I was kind of short and scrawny. He had this…dark aura kind of thing to him. It scared me. "What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to warn you. Stay away. Do what's best for you. Get out. Go. Leave us alone."
"I'm sorry Paul, but where else am I going to go? And now that I know your secret…May thinks it's best that I say."
"That's May's opinion." Paul snorted, "And May's an idiot."
"Paul." Misty showed up, suddenly, in the Band Hallway. "Leave her alone. She's not doing anything wrong. You're acting like a spoiled brat. If she causes any harm to you, you just tell me, and we'll think about what to do with her. If that day ever comes, which I doubt it will, you can whine all you want."
"I'm not whining."
"You sure? What you did back their sure sounded like whining to me." Misty smirked at him. "It's been nice talking to you, Paul." She grabbed me by my shoulders and steered me right out of the band hallway.
"Thank you, Misty." I smiled up at my savior.
"Don't worry about Paul. He's just grumpy he didn't get what he wanted." She patted my head like I was five and still needed protecting.
"Thanks."
"Now, let's get home! I'm beat, and May and Drew are on their arguing rampage again."
"When are they not on an arguing rampage?"
Misty laughed. "Now you're catching on!" She slung her arm around my shoulder. We walked out of school together.
I only wished I knew more about them. I wished I could fix the broken things.
Upside down. Who's to say what's impossible and can't be found? I don't want this feeling to go away. Please don't go away. Please don't go away. Please don't go away. Is this how it's supposed to be? Is this how it's supposed to be?
YAY! Chapter SIX! Okay! That was fun! Sorry if the songs don't really make sense here. I thought they did, but it was kind of hard to fit them in! Thank you for reading and Reviewing! (Because I know you beautfiul people won't let me down!) And you get cookies if you do! Yay for Cookies! Tell me what you think about this chapter! Thank you!
Love always,
Malibu :D