Chap 11: Attacks
Oh. My. God. Silver stared at the screen in disbelief.
"Silver!" She cried enthusiastically. She seemed happy to see him. No, wait, more than happy. Exuberant?
"What? How did you get my number?!" He demanded.
"Well I still had professor Oaks number from that time you gave it to me so I called him and he said not to bother you but I had to!"
He groaned, burying his face into a palm of his hand. "You bothered Oak?" He then disregarded that fact quickly. "And what do you mean you 'had to'?"
At this she paused, her delight quickly diminishing. "I-I really did have to. You see…Silver…I've missed you."
Silver stared, put into total disbelief for the second time. Ameythest was blushing furiously, obviously fighting the urge to turn away from the screen from embarrassment.
"I've thought it over." She continued. "And I thought about asking you to meet me, maybe, but I've just gotta get it off my chest." She swallowed hard. "I know I've accomplished a lot. I also realize I am so much luckier than most people. But right now, I feel like something is missing. A big, giant hole in my life that's sucking all the happiness of my previous efforts out of me like a sponge!"
Silver still didn't say anything. He wasn't really sure what to say.
"I realized that you and I were just partners, a job to do that required my help, a strictly business-type situation. But you…you've become a friend to me. At least you did. I don't know. But I've been feeling more and more empty, and a little on the lonely side. I realized you gave me a real, true friend when you took me away from my home. I'm not sure I've ever even had a real friend before. I never stopped to help anyone before…"
She was so oblivious. So blissfully unaware before, and now that her eyes were opening she became filled with a sense of guilt. And it was because of him.
"Please, come meet me?"
He swallowed, his mouth feeling dry. "You think that much of me, huh?" He asked her simply.
She looked at him through the screen. "Sort of. It took me awhile to realize it. I'm really unsure about this. I've never been good at handling unexpected…anything."
Silver sank down, plopping in the chair in front of his videophone. He felt an awkward smile curl his lips, and chuckled. "You handled yourself pretty well in Orre." He remarked, giving her a sly look.
"I think that's because you were with me…" She said slowly, taking his comment more seriously than he intended.
"I see." He frowned, watching her confused look.
"I've never tackled anything that I couldn't handle before. But you pushed me to my limits, and I really do thank you for that."
"Ah, don't worry about it." He sighed. "Listen…I've been thinking…maybe I've been a bit lonely too, lately. I'd like to come visit you."
"Really?"
"Yeah, honestly. I want to visit." Truth be told, he'd been on the fence about it for quite a while.
"Oh, okay. So I'll see you sometime soon?"
"In a couple of days, yeah." He reassured.
"All right. I'll see you then."
"Yep. Bye."
The call ended, and Silver stared coolly at the screen for a good minute or so. He wasn't sure how he'd feel seeing Ameythest again, but he hoped it would help him get over whatever strange feelings he had been trying to deal with since he had returned home.
Ameythest sighed contentedly, feeling like a large weight had been lifted from her chest. She grinned shamelessly, thinking that the next couple of days couldn't come fast enough.
They really couldn't come fast enough, she thought as she drummed her fingers against the stone bench she was sitting on. Three more days had passed, and each day the anxiety made her chest tight. She realized she had to confess to him, it would be silly not to. Some girls would rather stand around and wait for the guy of their dreams to notice them, but it never ended well. No, better be straight out with him, even if it was going to be difficult. Ameythest scanned the crowd for the millionth time that day, having running out of chores to keep her mind occupied for the time being. It was decidedly easier to do, now that she knew what her emotions meant and how to handle them a little better.
Just confess. When he arrives, say 'Silver, I think I love you'. That's all it was going to take.
She took a deep breath, wondering why so few words seemed like they would be nearly impossible to actually speak.
She scanned the crowd again, looking for that mess of thick red hair. She tried not to be disappointed when she didn't find him, but her heart fell a little when what she was looking for didn't come into view. She did, however, spy something odd in its place. A man wearing a brown leather jacket had been staring into the same pen for quite some time. It didn't even look like he was enjoying himself, and it seemed like he was surveying the area rather than looking at it for fun. She frowned, red warnings going off in her head at the suspicious behavior.
Taking a deep breath, she stood from her seat and put on her best false smile to blend in with the majority of the crowds. The man still hadn't moved, and she casually strode up next to him, pretending to enjoy watching the pokemon in the enclosure run and play happily. She watched him for a short time out of the corner of her eye, realizing that his eyes were glued to an off-color Serperior that slept peacefully in the shade. She frowned, the shiny Serperior had been a trade from a very good friend of hers from her previous travels. And no way was some shit of a man going to try to steal her beloved pokemon.
He finally moved, spinning quickly on his heels and walking briskly away. Ameythest stared down his back strangely, and spun to follow him, trying her best to hide behind the crowd. He managed to quickly disappear from her view, however, and she swore under her breath. She wandered around for a bit more, trying to keep an eye out for either of the two people that she now had set her determination on finding. It didn't take too long though, before she realized that something strange was going to happen.
Her mind and ears were suddenly filled with the ringing of explosions, and she felt dust and rock fly into her face. Bright, deadly beams peppered the entire area, and Ameythests head spun skyward to see the attackers. Half a dozen dragonite swirled above them firing hyper beams and other various ray-based attacks.
"Oh no you don't…" Ameythest muttered, and she grabbed a small whistle that hung around her neck, giving one long blast on it. Immediately the pokemon around her mobilized, her personally trained capable strong pokemon rallying around her defensively and the weaker ones unable to defend much retreated behind them. "Defend!" She ordered. She watched as her own Pidgeot, Farfetched, and other flying types soared to drive off the intruders, her land-based pokemon firing beams and rays of all sorts. She ran through the panicked streets, blowing the same single, long blast over and over again. She knew a collection this size would be a target for thieves and big time underworld organizations. Her emergency protocol plan was going rather smoothly, however, and she grinned in confidence.
People were rushing to leave the area, and Ameythest watched in dismay as parents were having their own personal pokemon protect the kids. She frowned, and sprinted to the psychic house, blowing into her whistle.
They had all already gathered outside, looking up in concentration as they focused their mental energy on the attackers above. "Metagross, Sloking." She addressed them specifically. "We're going up." Metagross's legs retracted and it hovered easily above the ground, and she helped her Sloking up onto the large metal pokemon before climbing up herself. "Metagross, up!" They shot skyward, and stopped right below the battle in the sky. Ameythest looked up, seeing the light sheen of the invisible barrier that her psychic pokemon had collectively put together. "It needs to be stronger." She muttered to herself. "Metagross, Sloking, reflect." She watched as the two went into a trance-like state, their eyes glowing brightly. "Let back in our pokemon, but keep the Dragonite out." They would have to maintain a close enough distance from the center of the barrier to keep it strong enough to deflect attacks. She watched as her entire collection of flying types recognized what was happening and dove back down under the safety of the now-solid protective sphere covering the area.
Her Pidgeot hovered next to her, offering a ride. She moved from the Metagross to the large bird easily.
"Ameythest!" She heard the call from below her, and strained her neck to see who it was. A large Honchkrow with a red-headed rider was flying towards them fast.
"Silver?" She shouted. "SILVER!" She grinned suddenly, waving her arm in the air frantically.
"LOOK UP!" He shouted back, and Ameythest turned her attention back to above the barrier, watching as a large, fast aircraft shadowed overtop of them.
"The hell is that?!" She wondered aloud, and her eyes widened in shock as a huge, black pokemon appeared from the side of the ship, a dragon looking thing roaring loudly and glowing slightly blue. "What IS THAT?!" She called again, watching in horror as a bright blue electric burst shot quickly from the creature, and the last thing she remembered was the sound of sizzling electricity and the burnt smell of lightning as the heat zipped around her in the air.
