A/N- Alright. I have an idea, and I'd like to know how you guys think about it. What I'm thinking is HSD being 30 chapters, 10 for the beginning of the year, 10 for the middle, and 10 for the end. Let me know in a PM or Review how you feel about it. Thanks in advance~!
The rest of my hospitalization went by uneventfully. Cass wasn't able to visit again, much to our chagrin, but at least everyone had a chance to visit. Even Draco was allowed, but I could see why, as by the end of our hour three entire textbooks had been gone over. They weren't that small, either.
"So I'm finally being released, huh?" It was a question, no, a statement I had told myself all through the day, waiting for three to come. Robert had already come and left today, so I was alone for the last hour. I sighed, leaning against the backboard of the bed.
Will I be in a wheelchair or crutches?
When can I walk again?
Will I still be taking classes?
How will everyone react to seeing me wheeling around or walking around with crutches?
The questions raced through my head, never-ending. They ranged from stuff immediate to things far ahead, things having nothing to do with the situation at all. One question in particular, however, made me think.
Do my parents know? They haven't come to see me…
My parents, Typhlosion and Floatzel, Morna and Rick, mother and father. Not once in my hospitalization had they come to see me. Did they love me? Did they care about me at all? Did they even know? Did anyone stop to think that maybe, just maybe parents would want to know if their son was in the hospital near-paralyzed from the waist down? What kind of fucked up Pokémon wouldn't let the parents know?
I glared at nothing in particular, pressing a small button on the wall. A few minutes later, Mister Doctor Professor Patrick walked in, seeming to be in a rush.
"Joss, you rang?"
My eyebrows narrowed. "Where are my parents?"
The Doctor went wide-eyed. He could only gape like a Magikarp at the question, just standing there.
"Well?"
"Joss…your parents…we sent a letter to them the day you got here. I'm surprised that they haven't come yet."
"Has anyone went to check to see if they're even there?"
"Well, n-no, the thought never crossed our minds-"
"Then why don't you send someone, then? Better late than never, right?"
"W-We'll get right to it, Mr. Alanuerdo." With that last stutter, the Blissey left the room.
That power…it felt nice…
I tried to relax my muscles, having tensed up in the yelling.
Control…it is near ultimate…
I closed my eyes, attempting to get some sleep before I left.
The true ultimate is power.
Were my parents alright? For all I know, they could be dead…
Second is dominance…everything submitting to you…
Better not think about it…no need to depress myself over nothing, right? Right…
Power…Dominance…Control…only those who possess all can rule…
Something was nagging at my mind, waking me up every time I dozed off.
There can only ever be one ruler…
Damn, what is it? I rolled over, trying to shut off everything that wasn't in my head.
And that ruler will control Space and Time…and even Death itself…
…why won't it go away?
The possessors of the three orbs...a fight for who will rule…
Please…make it stop…
You are one of those three, Joss.
I SAID MAKE IT STOP!
…a flash of red…searing heat…and it was over…I could finally drift into slumber…
O.o.o.O.o.o.O
I bolted upright, my body doused in a cold sweat and panting heavily. I looked around, noticing that I was back in my dorm at the school. Next to my bed sat an unfamiliar wheelchair. No one was in the room, save for me, and a blurry blue figure standing next to my bed. I would've screamed, yelled for help, anything, but I couldn't move or speak, as if I were paralyzed.
Save your energy, Joss. That voice…it was…shockingly familiar…
Who…who are you? For some unknown reason, I could tell that he could hear my thought.
You.
…me?
Yes, you.
…but I'm me, so you can't be me!
The figure sighed. Joss, we are one. I am you, you are me. But more technically, I am a part of you.
What in the name of Heatran's soggy left foot do you mean by that?
…without you, I could not exist. However, you could live without me. But if you were too, you would be missing something…you would be empty.
…I still don't get it.
Had the figure owned paws, it would've facepawed. You always were naïve, weren't you? Such as that instance eight years ago-
Wait! How do you know about that? There were only three people there.
I told you. We are one. However, I am part of you. I know all that you know…but more.
But wait, you just said we were one! Wouldn't we know the same things?
The figure chuckled. Joss, Joss, Joss…there are three parts, sides, if you will, of the soul. Lustrous, Griseous, and Adamant. However, they are now grouped as one, and called the "conscious".
Wait, so you're my-
I pretty much just said that, Joss. However, to put it simply, the three sides are always bickering. Usually, one takes control in a soul, helping the Pokémon operate, and the others are put to the side, vary rarely heard from again. However… the voice…it sounded…dark, now…
In you, the Lustrous Side prevailed, while Griseous and I were shoved into the corner, gathering dust. But suddenly…I've grown stronger…something is giving me power…and this power is nice…real nice…Lustrous is still dominant in you, young one, but every second of every day I grow stronger, fed by an outside force…more and more I have prevailed against Lustrous, taking over, influencing you…and it feels good, being the one with the power…
Fight him, Joss!
Being in control…being dominant…having the power…you have yet to realize-
Resist! Don't listen to him!
-that these three traits are ultimate, right?
Joss, ignore what he is saying!
Heh heh…it looks like that fool is trying to break past me…but no matter…he shall be silenced.
There was a growing shape next to the blue one, purple in color.
Don't let him use you!
I said shut up!
There was a blinding flash of light, and the purple was gone.
Much better. Now, as I was saying…Power, Dominance, and Control…these three make the ultimate ruler…
He was whispering now.
And I shall guide you, Joss. Together, you and I will go far. You will have everything you could dream of…
Was he right? Was it possible?
It is, Joss…you will rule everything…everyone will submit to you…
Joss! He's using you!
The simple statement seemed to snap me back to reality. I looked to the figure, now recognizable as a Quilava made in my shape, and glared. "And if I don't want to?"
It doesn't matter…you will be my puppet, Joss…and you can't do a thing.
If I could've stood up, I would've. "Go away, spirit! I don't agree with your twisted beliefs. You're a monster, you know that? A monster!"
The figure looked hurt. Joss…think about what you're saying…we'd go far! Together! And you'd have everything you could've dreamed of!
"Away with you!" I shouted, and it seemed as though it actually had an affect, for the figure vanished, being replaced by a purple one, this Quilava being more…feminine…
Joss…the sadist is gone…you may rest easy…
"Who are you, anyways?"
We are as the spirit previous said…Adamant and Lustrous…
"…if Adamant was a sadist, then what are you?"
Me? I am a purist…and Griseous…he is known to many as Evil in its purest form…
"…and why are you two showing yourselves just now?"
Because we are needed, Joss. And the war is just beginning.
"…what war?"
So many questions, little one…but for now, you must rest…
"…well, it's kinda' hard with you two talking to me…"
She chuckled. Then I shall help.
Lustrous began to sing, her voice gentle and soothing. It seemed to resonate off of the walls, making it all that much more serene, echoing in my ears.
"Day to night, dark to light,
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years like the gears
Of a clock unwind
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days.
Memories, like a dream,
Wash your tears away.
Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.
Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn…"
It was a simple song…but it was beautiful…in my head, I could hear several instruments playing the tune…and it was…soothing…healing…
A/N- A lot of plot and explanation here, all in 1450 words…a shorter chapter, I know, the shortest yet, I think. There will be a huge time lapse between chapters 10 and eleven, just letting you know. Credit goes to ColdFlameZero on dA for the Song of Healing Lyrics…been playing way too much Majora's Mask…ironic thing is, I beat it in three days real time. Expect a MM fic from me soon! So…for now, sayonara.