High School Union, Chapter 54
Arceus; Welcome one and all! Now then, EmeraldDragon1 has been contemplating the next drama arc, and he believes he has a perfect idea set up. Naturally, he wouldn't tell me anything as he didn't believe I was capable of keeping it secret, or would have believed it to be a part of the Author Notes. Regardless, the story has its continuation for the time being. A second, and rather larger matter, is that shortly he is going to be looking into something that might allow him to animate this. If by some miracle he can pull it off, he would love to turn this into a show. Understandably, it would be fairly short, but it would be interesting in giving a visual to the story that you have taken the time to read.
Giratina; I hate to admit it, but that would be pretty interesting. Would he be including the Author Notes and himself into this animation?
Arceus; First off he needs to confirm that he can do this in the first place, but he told me he was going to look into it as soon as possible. Once he has more information, he'll be sure to inform me. Further, he wanted to know if you're still after his blood.
Giratina; Well, I don't know right now. I'm still not too happy with how he ran things, but since it all resolved so nicely…
Arceus; He says he wants to return, that he misses us. But he won't unless you stop trying to kill him.
Giratina; Alright, fine, he can come back. When'll he return?
Arceus; I'm certain we'll see him next chapter. Now then, let's begin.
Giratina; Today's Story Spotlight goes to Soul Dew Window, by Sophia Angelia.
Latias; Our ratings begin with the United States and Kingdom…
Latios; Then are followed by Singapore and Canada.
Mew; And we finish off with Australia.
Mespirit; As an extra disclaimer, EmDrago states that the following process may or may not exist, but he highly doubts it.
Finding The Trail…
It had been a month since the gang's return from their return from the condo and the drama that had occurred. As Mew predicted, Latias and Latios were metaphorically closer than before, and as much as they could manage it, physically. Now everyone found relief on seeing this. All, that is, except Palkia.
She had been secretly stashing cash away, even keeping it a secret from her friends. Despite the fact that they knew she was illegitimate and wanted to know her father's identity, she felt this still had to be a solitary endeavor. She had researched a bit and found an agency that found the fathers or mothers to those who didn't know, and even connected them. The problem was it was nominally high, which was no less than she expected, really, since it apparently checked the records of people immediately in the area, then branched out until it found the candidate. So not only was the price steep, but it could take a very long time to boot. But it was infallible.
As such, Palkia felt more comfortable with the idea of an eventual success, as opposed to an immediate probability. She nearly had enough to get started, and she had been asking questions. This facility gave weekly updates, whether or not they were having success, and oftentimes could confirm or deny a speculation.
She knew at some point or another, one of her friends would figure her out, and she had a feeling that someone would be either Shaymin, because of her inquisitiveness and intelligence, or Giratina, because of her determination and cunning. Still, if she could hold suspicion off until she knew herself, she could come to them with a more or less clean conscious and get the support she felt she might need.
The day passed through without incident, and when she returned home, she found another gift of money. Her stepfather seemed to be trying to get into her good books, and while she was reluctant around him, she did have to admit that he had been more of a father to her than her actual father, whoever that was. It felt like a slight betrayal to use the money this way, but early on he seemed to anticipate her curiosity.
Palkia checked the amount and realized it finished off what she needed to go and get started. She checked her watch and figured she had enough time. She went to make the deposit, then drove to the agency that would help her. She walked inside and saw a medium-sized waiting room that was pretty empty. Her attention was called over to an empty clerk, and she walked over and got right down to business.
Within an hour, her information and DNA was taken, which was necessary to back-check against candidates. Once she was reassured, she left with an eased mind that she finally got things going, already eager for the call that would update her.
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On the sixth day after Palkia's visit to the agency, she revealed to her friends what she had done. Giratina and Shaymin seemed to grin, and Giratina said
"Yeah, I figured that already. Actually, I was going to start interrogating you tomorrow to spill it. Shaymin, of course, had you figured out from the start." Everyone smirked, but no one denied it. Then Palkia told them
"Well, I get an update call tomorrow. They might even have me come into their office for some reason." Shaymin cocked her head and asked
"Wouldn't they only call you in if they had the results?" Palkia shrugged and replied
"I don't actually know, but they've never failed. Sometimes they take a really long time, but they always get the right guy or girl." Giratina now eyed her with disbelief, saying
"Are you sure about that? Everyone makes mistakes at one point or another; I can't believe that anyone would be infallible." Palkia shrugged again and told her
"Well, I researched into them and found a bunch of reviews by people they helped, and evidently they have an unbroken streak of positive finds. They can take a very long time, but they always find them unless they skipped the country, in which case they can keep searching but it costs more. So they make pretty decent money and render a great service." Giratina grunted and continued to eat her lunch.
Palkia went through the course of her day, still contemplating about how she would react, depending who her biological father was, where he lived, and if she could confront him. She had explained to her mother what she was doing, and that particular conversation was a bit tense as she remembered it;
The Day Before…
Palkia waited on the line as it rang. Then someone answered it, and the voice was both young and feminine.
"Yello?"
"Alex?"
"Palkia?"
"Yeah." Her half-sister sighed in exasperation and asked irritated
"Whattya want?"
"Could you put Mom on the line?"
"What for?"
"I need to speak with her, duh."
"Fine. Give me a minute." The phoned clattered on the table, and the line was silent for a few moments. Then she heard the phone getting picked back up and her mother's voice came on.
"Palkia?"
"Yeah Mom, it's me."
"How are you, honey? Is something wrong?"
"Yeah, you might say that." Then her voice became concerned as she asked
"Palkia what happened?" Palkia sighed and told her
"Well, my friends figured me out. And I'm finally doing something about it. I'm searching for my real dad." Her voice hardened and she said
"Palkia, don't do this. You don't want to meet him. He was a snarky, overconfident jerk who completely disregarded women." Palkia felt a shiver of loathing, but insisted
"Mom, I have to do this. Besides, it's already in motion, and I don't want to pay the fee to cut it."
"How did you afford to do this in the first place?" Palkia sweatdropped at the dropped ball, then sighed and relayed the information. The conversation ended in a rather barbed way, but it couldn't be helped. She still was adamant to find out, and nothing would deter her from this path.
The Present…
Now Palkia was over the irritation she initially felt at her mother, but wasn't willing to try and make up, not yet. Once again she passed through her classes, looking carefully at all her male teachers. Any one of them were now potential candidates, though she severely doubted it was one of them. But only the results would speak the truth. When she got home, she checked her messages again, as had been her habit for the week, but there was nothing.
The call came the next day, telling her that the results came back and they had a match for her, which meant the culprit was in town. Palkia had felt both a thrill of excitement and trepidation, and she had immediately relayed the information to all her friends, who felt excited for her and said they would join her when she went to retrieve the results.
Saturday the gang went to the agency that was going to make an impact on Palkia's life, but whether for better or worse remained to be seen. They encouraged her, which she needed to step through the doors. Then they all sat down in the waiting chairs or leaned against the wall while she went to get her results. At the counter, the attendant glanced warily behind her and asked
"Are they all here for testing too?" Palkia smirked and replied
"No, they're my friends. They're here to support me with this." The attendant looked again, then nodded and told her
"You got good friends." Palkia simply nodded in agreement, then walked back to her friends, the large yellow envelope clutched in her hands. Then Giratina and Shaymin walked up to her, and Giratina asked
"Do you want to, or should I?" In answer, Palkia simply shook her head and opened the envelope herself, bringing out a sheaf of papers. On the front were to samples of DNA that matched the specifications of a father and daughter. Palkia stared at her sample for a minute, interested for a bit, then looked up and checked the similarities. They were somewhat striking, but at the same time subtle. Strange.
Then she steeled herself and looked at the name below her father's sample. She studied the name for a bit, not fully comprehending it. Once she read it several times, however, her breath felt knocked right out of her, and no doubt her shock was registered on her face. Giratina was right on her, asking
"What? What is it?" Palkia couldn't speak, so she simply handed it over. Giratina scrutinized it closely, then her face registered the same shock that Palkia's did. She shook her head in disbelief, then walked up to the counter, demanding
"Hey, buddy, you sure this is right?" The attendant took it back for a moment, then checked it himself. After a moment, he nodded and began pointing out the similarity of the DNA between the two samples, and once he convinced her, Giratina came back and simply handed it over to Shaymin so she could see for herself. Shaymin's face registered even more shock than her friends combined, and finally the rest couldn't take it anymore. Dialga stood and demanded
"Well, what does it say?" Palkia was still too stunned to speak, and Giratina was busy trying to snap her out of it. So it fell to Shaymin to relay the information. She cleared her throat and spoke in her timid, quiet voice.
"Well, according to this, Palkia's biological father is Robert J. Mewtwo."
Okay, short chapter I know, but I thought you'd need time to let this set in, as will we all. Except me. Author privilege. Review!
