School sucks officially...
It's really been a while...so, this chapter isn't the best, but still read and REVIEW!!
The ball was a huge one, according to everyone on the island. The whole place was decorated in colorful streamers, balloons, and an ice sculpture in every corridor (there were a lot).
"I look like an idiot."
"Oh, Paul, you look cute! Seriously!" May reassured him.
"I'm not supposed to look cute! Plus this thing is on waay too tight!!" Paul complained.
"Oh come on, I'm in enough of a mess as it is!" Drew pulled out the lavender haired boy from the room, who was struggling. Eventually he calmed down and crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Should we wait for Casey? She didn't come out yet," Misty said. She wore a sparkling blue dress that was dappled with a bubble pattern.
"Casey will be fine. Can we go now?" Sara said irritably.
In the dance hall there was double the décor. A huge ice sculpture of Dialga and Palkia were in the center of a long table covered in food-chicken, desserts, and others.
"FOOOD!" Ash made a beeline for the feast table and immediately began devouring a piece of chicken. Misty sweat dropped in annoyance, so much of her 'date'.
"Hey, look over there!"
Dawn looked over at where May was pointing and gaped in shock.
It was Casey.
She was in a dress. A pretty dress.
Which brilliant strategist managed to get Casey in a dress? It was bright yellow and puffy. Her hair was tied up into two glossy braids with a daisy clip. For the first time, instead of sneakers, she had high heel shoes. She scurried over to the other girls with a faint blush on her face. She was both smiling and scowling at the same time.
"It took me forever to get this thing on! And now I look horrible!"
"It sure did take you eternity," Sara muttered.
Dawn shot her a look. "You look fine! You are a vision! You look great, I swear!"
"That I doubt. Anyway, when are you guys gonna dance?"
Dawn looked across towards the crowds. Everyone seemed to be having a good time dancing. Yet something made her reluctant to, with everyone watching.
She looked back at her friends. Richie and Ash were clearing the dessert table, Misty and Casey were chatting, and May and Drew were arguing. As people passed left and right, she noticed that Paul wasn't around. She whirled around, and just saw him leaving the building. Where was he going?
"Dawn." A hand rested on her shoulder, and she turned back around to find Sara giving her an annoyed look. "Are you going to stare at nothing for the entire night or are you going to come with us to watch May and Drew humiliate themselves on the dance floor?"
Dawn laughed. "I'll come soon. Just tell them not to do it yet-I wanna see!!" As soon as she was out of sight, Dawn raced outside to follow Paul.
A chilly wind blew past, plastering her hair to her face and raising her dress. The stars glittered in the sky, and the full moon turned the trees silver. Paul was nowhere in sight.
She tried to race ahead, but her high heels sank into the ground. Angrily, she had to stomp forward. She was careful not to rustle among the fallen leaves too much. Soon, she saw him sitting on a smooth rock, looking down into a pond.
"Hey!" She called out, a little softly, not wanting to startle him.
He spun his head around in confusion, saw her standing there. He wanted to be alone. She couldn't be more troublesome if she tried! He thought in annoyance.
"You okay?" Dawn raised the bottom of her contest dress and sat down beside him, looking into the water. The surface of the pool was still, and their faces were reflected perfectly into the greenish water. A dazzling circle of white light reflected in the center, it was the face of the moon.
Paul was silent for a while. After a few seconds he spoke in a nearly inaudible voice; "I was just…thinking of my parents."
She froze. He had only spoken of his dead mother and father when Reiji brought it up in conversations, and only speaking a few sentences, usually by then the subject would have been changed. She took a pebble nervously in her hand and threw it with a noisy plop into the water, breaking the glassy surface and the uncomfortable silence.
"You never really said how they-" she flinched, "-died."
Dawn half- expected Paul to slap her. But he didn't even look at her. Instead he let out a deep sigh and said, "They died when the bomb hit Veilstone about nine years ago."
Mystified, she watched as he pulled one of his sleeves revealing the ugly scar stretching down his upper arm.
"This is the practically the only thing I have to remember them," his calm, quiet voice turned into a fierce shriek, "A mark to remind me of the pain of when they died! All thanks to Cyrus!" He spat the last words out.
Dawn was taken aback by his change of mood. Before she could stop herself, the question came out, "Are you scared of joining them?"
He was silent for a while, and then stared intensely into her blue eyes. His eyes were so piercing they made her blush for some reason. "I'm not afraid of dying," he said slowly, "at least, not of me dying."
"What do you mean?"
He gave her a long look, with hostility and something else. He got up to leave, saying, "You'll find out."
"Huh? What?" she called after him. Dawn couldn't ever understand him. He always left her or her friends with something to bug them forever.
The ripples from the pebble had reached the edge of the pool, where she sat. Wanting to check if any dirt got on her dress, she looked down into the water, only to recoil back with a scream of horror.
She could have just sworn she saw, instead of her own face, that of Dialga's. Her heart hammered against her chest as she forced herself to glance at her reflection in the water again.
But she saw her own. Same blue hair, eyes, pale skin and frilly pink dress.
It was nothing, she thought with relief, probably has to do with something I ate or drink. Or those tea lights inside are brighter than I thought.
Hands shaking, with the image stuck in her head, she bustled back to the hall, trying to push away the memory.
"Ahh! I'm finally here!" Cynthia took a while to stretch out her cramped limbs before reaching for her Rapidash's Pokeball.
I'm gonna need a lift, she thought. Team Galactic could be here already!
"Rapidash, let's go!" she sent out a flaming unicorn, which let out a high whinny as she climbed onto its back.
It seemed ready to run like the wind at first, but then it lowered with unease and reared up.
"Whoa, girl! Easy!" Cynthia pondered on what could have gotten into the usually calm creature.
A rustling came from the bushes nearby. She whirled around.
"Who's there?" she called out bravely, hiding the fear that rose in her chest.
The whole place was still.
With a shrug, she gestured for Rapidash to go.
"GGGRRRAAAAARRRR!!"
A flash of mint-green, red and grey came out of the corner of her eye, and before she knew it she and Rapidash were bowled over. She caught for a fleeting moment, the sight of Rapidash struggling against a shiny Toxicroak and a Purugly. Before she could scramble to her feet, another force knocked her over, freezing her and setting her face-down into the cold dirt.
Seething, she turned her head away from the ground, to meet the sneering face of Commander Jupiter.
"Where do you think you're going, blondie?"
