Hi, guys, it's me again with the sequel to Black Rainbow, as promised! The reason why it's not a Pokemon/Gundam Wing crossover is because A) I personally don't see it as such and B) Remilia being in the boys' world is a little different from the boys in the Pokemon world, so it's a bit of a transplant, in a way.
This story is rated M for future chapters, although I would imagine that the length itself would be short.
Please enjoy, and don't forget to leave a review! ^^
Chapter 1 - Unfamiliar Territory
*~Ultra Space Wilds - Pokèmon Ultra Sun and Moon ~*
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"Whoa!" Remilia fell flat on her face seconds after she exited out of the Ultra Wormhole, grass blades tickling her nose and prickling her eyes. She spat out the little bits of grass she might have caught in her mouth and placed herself back on her feet, dusting off her cream, pink- and green-patterned crocheted poncho and dark gray legging pants. She suddenly wrapped her arms around herself and shivered from the crispy cold air.
"Wh-wh-where am I?" she said out loud. "This-this doesn't look like Alola. I'd better look around."
She turned around to face Lunala-whom she nicknames Nebby, a habit she picked up from her girlfriend Lillie-who was in its Full Moon phase and thus acting like a wormhole portal for her, for every time she starts mapping a new Ultra Space dimension. "You gonna be alright by yourself?"
"I will," Lunala replied into Remilia's mind in a feminine voice.
"Great. If I'm gone for longer than needed, make yourself invisible. I'd rather not have any Ultra Beasts accidentally stepping through you while you're visible."
Lunala nodded in confirmation.
Shivering once again, Remilia set off into this new and unfamiliar territory, leaving Lunala behind. She sniffed the cold air. Breathable, thankfully. Maybe this new dimension of Ultra Space-if it is-has an Earth-like atmosphere for whatever new and unknown Ultra Beast she might discover and collect data for the Aether Foundation? Or perhaps she might still be on Earth and this place might be in a different region, possibly Sinnoh, since it often gets snowy and cold during the winter?
Rotom suddenly emerged from Remilia's white ruffled shoulder bag, startling her. "Whaddya think about this place, zzt?"
Too cold to be even angry at him, Remilia responded, "I'm not sure. It looks kind of gray and desolate… I couldn't even tell if it's Ultra Space or even a different region."
"I dunno, I would have to guezz that we're in Zinnoh, zt."
Remilia looked around. "I don't think I'm seeing any wooded areas, though… Or maybe we're just far away from the nearest forest."
Rotom opened up its map function to see where it and Remilia are actually located, but the text "Unable to find location" appeared on its touch screen. "It's pointing closer to a new Ultra Space dimension, zzt."
Deciding to go with the theory she and Rotom made, Remilia made a sound in confirmation and decided to continue going straight.
The grassy field is so vast, Remilia's not even sure where she's going. Several times during her trek, she would breathe out air into her gloved hands and rub them quickly together in an attempt to keep herself warm. She's just learning to adapt to the warm winter and fall seasons in Alola, from her attire, and this place with hairline-freezing temperatures isn't the best weather for her clothes, even if she's wearing gray fleece thermal underwear underneath her pink turtleneck sweater and dark gray leggings. Heck, the only thing that's keeping her feet warm are her wheat gold ankle boots with Mareep wool lining; plus some Mareep wool socks.
After trekking for under twenty minutes-which felt like hours-Remilia's eyes spotted a metal cross-wire fence. Curiosity piqued and perking up for the first time in minutes, she was able to gather whatever small amount of energy she has left within her and started to jog towards the fence, Rotom following suit.
Approaching the fence, Remilia came to a stop just an inch away from it. Slowly, she placed her fingers on the crossing wires-which she had noted is rusted in many places-and peered through across. She sees what appears to be an abandoned factory, maybe a base of some sort, surrounded by black asphalt on the other side of the wire fence. There are also a few black and dark green jeeps here and there, and even a truck built for transporting very large cargo. Remilia then concludes that she is still on Earth and not in Ultra Space; possibly in Sinnoh. But if this is Sinnoh, why would there be a base/factory in the middle of nowhere? She had heard of Team Galactic's exploits in Sinnoh, maybe this is one of their bases that became abandoned some time ago? Remilia shook her head. Team Galactic owning a base like this seems unlikely, as this base looks a little run-down; besides, the design wouldn't even fit Team Galactic at all. This base possibly belonging to Team Rocket entered her mind, although this isn't 100% something Team Rocket would even own. Besides, as far as Remilia knows, Team Rocket was only stationed in Kanto; it's unlikely that it would be a global organization. In fact, it was disbanded because of Giovanni's alleged suicide a few years before she was even born.
Her curiosity growing even more the more she thought about who could have possibly owned this particular base years prior, Remilia stepped away from the cross-wire fence and kneeled down for a possible spot that might be bent weirdly. Her blue eyes locking on a small spot that fits the description, she unzipped her Gorebyss-themed fanny pack and searched around for her Quick Ball. Upon finding it, she enlarged it and released her Alolan Sandslash Emil.
"Can you bend that little spot there upwards, Emil?" Remilia asked her Ice/Steel-type Pokèmon politely.
Emil made a sound and inserted his icy claws underneath the little spot where the bottom of the fence was bent outwards, and using the hooks on them, Emil backed away so that they can be caught in the crossing wires to make a gaping hole large enough for his master to fit through.
Thanking her Sandslash and returning him to his Quick Ball, Remilia laid herself on her stomach and used her hands and bent arms to slowly but smoothly crawl under the hole Emil had made, careful not to let her pink gradient crocheted hat and poncho get snagged.
Remilia stood up as soon as that task had been done (with Rotom following suit through the hole) and dusted herself to get rid of the little stones littered on the edges of the black asphalt. Facing the factory/base again, she continued forward so that she could look for an entrance to get in.
After circling halfway around the abandoned building, Remilia was able to find a dark gray metal door labelled "emergency exit" in red all-caps letters. She pressed the handle inward, suddenly finding it heavy. With some oomph, she was able to get it to budge, even open for her. Because of her small size (her large bust notwithstanding), she was able to get inside the building and into the darkness.
*~In a Limestone Cave - Xenosaga Episode III~*
Rotom was kind enough to turn on the flashlight app installed into it (a feature Professor Kukui had installed before her Electric-type Trial on Ula'ula) so that Remilia could see through the blackened hallways. Actually, the hallway was rather short, so it didn't take very long for her and Rotom to emerge out of it and into another one. Internally, she had asked if there was a map of this place on one of the walls so that she would know where this hallway leads to.
"I'm starting to think that this izz more of a baze than a factory, zt," said Rotom.
"Yeah…" Remilia replied, mesmerised. "It is…"
"Are we still on Earth?"
"I think so…"
Remilia wrapped her arms around herself again in an effort to keep herself warm. She could have sworn that inside must be colder than outside because of the hallway, the ceiling and floor being made from metal.
After taking a left, then right turn, Remilia found herself in front of yet another metal door, labelled "Hangar," and this time with a normal handle knob. Slowly, she placed her hand around the handle, turned it downwards and tried to push it, only to find that it was locked. Grunting softly in disappointment, she turned slightly to see a numbered keypad opposite of the door. Oh, was the only thing that entered her head.
"Oh, I see, it needzzz a code to get in!" said Rotom.
"Do you think you'll be able to unlock it by hacking yourself in?" she asked him.
"This place izz shut down for Arzzeus knowz how long, zzzt. So there's no power at all."
Remilia sighed in disappointment.
"Although I can find the power generator if I go through theze wirezzzz."
"Can you, really?"
"I'm not sure, but I can try, zzzt!"
"Well, go right ahead; I wanna see what's on the other side of that door."
Rotom exited out of its Pokèdex body, rendering it to a limbless Pokèdex but thankfully having the flashlight still on, and inserted itself through the keypad.
Remilia set the Pokèdex down to the floor, leaning it against the wall with the LED flashlight facing outward. She then opened up her fanny pack and plucked out her Ultra Ball and released Shayde, her Salazzle, who shivered slightly from the sudden contact with the cold air.
Remilia felt only slightly bad for her predicament, but she asked the Toxic Lizard Pokèmon anyway: "Warm me up, Shayde?" She sat herself down in the corner and beckoned Shayde to come over by patting the metallic floor. The latter complied and wrapped her thin arms and thick thighs and tail around her person, and used her inner fires to make the hot-pink marks and pads glow brightly to keep her Trainer warm from the cold temperatures.
An unspecified amount of time passed by when Remilia heard some whirring sounds and the fluorescent lights flicker briefly before turning on. The sudden brightness caused her to shield her eyes so that she wouldn't be blinded by the light. She also felt the heat slowly seeping in, and Shayde let her go as she slowly stood up.
Returning Shayde to her ball, Remilia picked up the empty Pokèdex and turned the flashlight off. She suddenly heard a beeping sound with the metal door unlocking with a click. Rotom suddenly emerged from the padlock and entered itself back into its Pokèdex body, its limbs reappearing again.
"Finding the power generator wazzz eazy," said Rotom as it floated away from Remilia's gloved hands. "It juzzt took me longer than it should have to figure out a way to turn it on, zzt."
"Did you have to turn it on from the inside?" asked Remilia.
"How did you guess, zzt?"
"You're a Pokèmon than can possess machinery. Your species can think outside the box."
Rotom put its limb over chest where one would normally put his hand over his heart. "Of courzze, zzzzt! That'zz why we Rotom are so awezzome, zzzzzzt!"
Remilia shook her head twice, her pink brown waves bouncing with the movement. But choosing to ignore that egotistical statement otherwise, she turned the handle and pushed the door forward. Mercifully, it wasn't as heavy as the emergency exit door, but it was a bit of a chore to push open.
Swiftly entering through like last time (again, with Rotom following suit), the pink-haired Pokèmon Trainer found herself in the hangar, as indicated by the metal door's plaque. She gasped and her eyes widened like saucers as she drank in the large room she just entered.
In the hangar are only four giant robots, one of them with a design that sticks out like a sore thumb from the rest. All of them were as tall as the Gundams her male pilot friends had.
"Welp, lookz like we're in the boyzzzz' world, after all!" Rotom repeated those near-exact thoughts Remilia was currently having running through her head. "I mean, look at them! They look so badazz and angry-looking! I kinda like dark green onezzz, honeztly, zzt, becauzzze they look kinda like typical grunt robotzzz, you know, from your favorite real robot showzzz and…"
Remilia just ignored Rotom speaking as she walked on the metallic catwalk towards the black-and-red robot next to one of the blocky-looking robots Rotom was talking about. The robot's anatomy makes it look a little stiffer from the more human-like design of the Gundams, but… somehow… those straighter proportions somehow makes this robot look more sleek and elegant; rivalling that of the Gundams, even. The ellipsed fins on the shoulders make it look a little modest-looking, and the larger fins looked like they could be fairy wings!
She was suddenly startled from her trance when Rotom zipped up behind her, berating her for walking away while it was gushing about the dark green robots.
"Sorry," she replied. "I was distracted by that black robot."
Rotom turned around to where Remilia was pointing. "Looks kinda evil."
"I don't think so, honestly. Even if the fins were more angular, I don't think it would look that way."
She searched the metal catwalk for a ladder, and her eyes immediately caught sight of one, as if it had appeared just from her thoughts alone. Gingerly, she went down the long ladder that leads all the way to the stone cement floor. As she approached the black robot, she could have sworn that it looked a little smaller from the distance. Remilia then placed a hand on the robot's large foot and ran over the shiny smooth metal armor, noticing that it was a little dusty. She rubbed her gloved hand over her leg to get rid of the dust. Having done so, she proceeded to walk over to the other large foot.
"You know, it might be cool if you can actually fly one of these, zt," Rotom said.
"Yeah," Remilia replied back. "Dad would always say that."
"Maybe you can try it out, zzzt?"
Remilia turned her head around fast as she heard Rotom's suggestion. "I… I don't-"
"Come on, now, where'zzzzz the harm in that?"
Remilia frowned. "The harm of no prior training to pilot something like this, let alone an airplane, for one thing."
Her blue eyes then landed on a tether hook, similar to the tethers the Gundams have. She speed-walked to the tether hook and wrapped her fingers around the metallic cord. If the tether line is out exposed, then that would mean that the cockpit is open, she deduced. Deciding to test out the theory, Remilia grabbed the tether cord with her other hand and placed one of her feet through the triangular bar (as best she could, as her Mareep wool-lined winter boots are quite thick). As if sensing her presence, the tether cord slowly wound itself up to the cockpit hatch, which confirmed Remilia's theory that it's open.
Swinging the tether cord a few times so she can reach the open hatch, Remilia placed her heel on the hatch door and flattened her foot there, while also shimmying her other foot free from the triangular handle. Regaining her balance, she briefly adjusted her crochet poncho and started taking a good look at the open cockpit. The pilot's seat is a dark tan with the safety harness being brown and black. The rest of the interior is also black, but that might be due to the internal monitors not being on.
Remilia then slowly enters the open cockpit and sets herself on the pilot's seat, resting her back against it. The seat is a lot comfier than she expected, almost like she's sitting on a leather couch stuffed with low-density wool. She also took note of how roomy the cockpit interior is. She thought it would be rather claustrophobic like Wing Gundam Zero's cockpit (of course, she was sitting on Heero's lap the entire time), but the size of the cockpit made her feel like a doll sitting on a chair. If this is the actual size of the cockpit of a mobile suit, then Remilia doesn't know what's worse: her thought of a cockpit being constricting, or the fact that the cockpit she's in is a lot roomier than she estimated.
She scanned over the cockpit controls. They look a little similar to Wing Zero's controls, except without the blue orb thing. There are also many buttons and switches of different colors. However, she opted not to press any of them, thinking that this suit might be in standby mode, and that pressing the wrong one might make it do the wrong thing.
Suddenly, the Pokèdex-in its normal form-dropped on her lap and cockpit hatch closed, trapping her in darkness. Her heart started hammering so hard in her ribcage that she thought it was going to break out of her chest and run away. Before she could even wonder what's going on, Rotom's face appeared on the monitor where the control hub is, with a cocky expression on its face.
"Rotom!" Remilia cried out, angry. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"Trying to see if I can fly thiz thing! Zzzt!" the Plasma Pokèmon replied nonchalantly. "Like you zzaid, I can control machinezzzzz, after all!"
"Yeah, but this is a military giant robot! It's not some toy for us to play with!"
"Let'zzzz see what that control hub can do! Zzt!" Rotom ignored Remilia's "No, don't!" and turned on the audio system by triggering a button or switch mechanism.
"-four. That's an unusually low number of mobile suits for OZ," a woman's voice was heard.
Both Remilia and-uncharacteristically-Rotom froze.
"Yeah, I really don't know if they made this base just so they could hang out or what," another woman's voice, in a huskier tone, said next.
"Think you can turn on the monitors?" Remilia said quietly.
"Sure thing." Rotom triggered a mechanism that has all the monitors on, illuminating the cockpit immediately.
Remilia felt her heart sink in dread as she saw two women who had spoken just now-one with golden hair tied in rope braids in such a defined conical shape that she could have sworn they were drill curls, the other with short, navy blue hair with a large bang similar to Trowa's, only messier and somewhat unkempt-appeared on the monitors. Both of them appear to be wearing the same green-and-blue jacket, slacks and zip-up boots, except that the golden-haired woman was wearing a creamy yellow t-shirt, the blue-haired woman wearing an off-white t-shirt.
"Is that the reason why you put yourself in that mobile suit's control hub?" Remilia whispered.
"Yes, zt," Rotom replied in a whisper. "I heard someone coming, so I had to get out of this 'Dex and put myself in."
"You could have just told me earlier!"
"Did you see someone close that Tauru's cockpit hatch when we came in?" Both Rotom and Remilia stopped whisper-talking as the golden-haired woman started speaking.
"I'm not sure," the navy-haired woman replied. "It might just be you, though."
Remilia felt her armpits becoming moist the more she listened to the two women's conversation. What are they planning to do with this mobile suit, the one they called the "Taurus?" Destroy it?
The navy-haired woman pulled out a walkie-talkie from her pants pocket and spoke into it. "Are you people done setting up the bombs around the OZ base?"
Remilia's face blanched from the word "bombs." They're gonna blow this place?! "Uh-oh…" she heard Rotom say.
Suddenly, she was pulled back further when the safety harness enveloped her front body and groin area, holding her secure in the pilot's seat. She had to press her lips together so that she wouldn't gasp or even yelp. "Rotom, what are you doing this time?!"
"Getting out of here, that'zz what," Rotom replied. "And besidezzzz, we'd rather get back to our world, ASAP!"
"As in, flying this thing out of here?"
"Well, what do you think? Zzzt, so hold on tight!"
Remilia steadily placed her hands on the joysticks and slowly wrapped her fingers around the copper grips, steeling herself, waiting for Rotom's next move. She prayed to Arceus that Rotom has a plan up its sleeve so that they could get back to their world (hopefully without the Taurus).
The black Taurus's single gold eye glowed briefly, and thanks to Rotom taking control of the mobile suit itself, its thrusters activated, startling the two women.
*~Zechs Arrives - Mobile Suit Gundam Wing~*
"Sally, get down!" the navy-haired woman threw herself on the golden-haired woman, named Sally, to the ground to protect both of them from the flames of the thrusters.
The Rotom-controlled Taurus pulled out its green beam saber and sliced its way out of the hangar doors and flew higher into the air. Inside, Remilia was fighting against being pressed against the pilot's seat due to Rotom flying the Taurus at a high speed.
"Rotom, can you please slow down?" she strained out.
"Sorry, zzt!" The Plasma Pokèmon lowered the thruster force to a more gentle level, but with enough to keep them moving forward and away from the base. "So what'z it like piloting that thing, the Tauruzzzzt?"
"Number one, it's like riding on a roller coaster," Remilia replied sardonically. "Number two, you're the one that's 'piloting' the Taurus, technically speaking."
"But you're a human pilot, so it makezzz you one, two, zzt!"
"Who just so happens to be in the cockpit around the same time you put yourself in that Tauru's computer system!" Remilia sighed. "Look, this really isn't the time or place to argue; let's just drop this thing off somewhere and get back to Nebby."
Before Rotom even had a chance to reply, Remilia lurched forward, but didn't get very far thanks to being held back by the safety harness. The outside force made the Taurus stop and turn around. It was a helicopter! With missile launchers!
Remilia's heart was beating so fast she thought she would faint. Oh, no…
The navy-haired woman's face appeared on the hub monitor, replacing Rotom's face. "This is Agent Fire of Preventers to whoever's piloting that Taurus! You are to surrender yourself and the Taurus at once! We have some questions to ask of you!"
Before Remilia could even start thinking, Rotom's face replaced the navy-haired woman's. "You'll never take uzz alive, copperzzzzzt!"
Remilia yelped as Rotom quickly turned the Taurus around and activated the thrusters to a higher speed and flew off.
On the helicopter, the navy-haired woman gritted her teeth. "After that Taurus!" she shouted at the pilot. "If we shoot at the thrusters, this can bring it down to the ground."
The pilot complied and pushed the yoke towards the fleeing mobile suit.
"Any ideas on how to evade them, Rotom?" Remilia asked half-sarcastically, half-pleadingly.
"Well, there'zzz that beam saber I've uzzed to cut ourselves out of here, zt," Rotom replied.
"We are not slicing that copter in half."
"But they're chasing uzz!"
"They're also people, Rotom, they don't deserve to be killed senselessly!"
"Well, have you got any ideas, zzt?"
"Let me think for a bit…"
"I'd rather do it fast, because there'zzzz another missile gaining on uzzz! Zzzt!"
True to its word, another missile struck at the Taurus's leg, causing it to break off. The impact made Remilia cry out in surprise, and in fear. She suddenly pulled the joysticks back the best she could as the Taurus began to plummet and tumble roughly on the grass, creating a dirt trail in its wake before finally stopping and laying on its side, missing its leg.
*~No BGM~*
Fighting to stay conscious, Remilia clumsily removed the safety harness from herself as Rotom opened the cockpit hatch before returning to its Pokèdex body. She struggled to get out of the cockpit gracefully, but only slipped out of the hatch and fell to the dirt ground, with Rotom only managing to mitigate the impact of the fall just by flying underneath her and struggling to put her back up. Meanwhile, Remilia, quickly and stealthily unzipped her fanny pack and got out her Ultra Ball in hid it in her closed gloved fist.
Having felt like she just got through a really nasty roller coaster ride, the pink-haired Pokèmon Trainer shook her head to clear her head, only to hear a single metal click in front of her. She could have sworn that her heart stopped for five seconds when she realized that as soon as she heard that sound, there were metal handcuffs around her wrists. She immediately brought her head up to see the navy-haired woman and the golden-haired woman named Sally frowning disappointingly at her. Their navy blue and blue-gray eyes stared daggers into her face to the point where it might bleed.
"You got anything to say for yourself?" the navy-haired woman asked in a stern contralto.
Without managing to reveal it, Remilia enlarged her Ultra Ball. "Just one. SHAYDE!"
*~Moment of History - Mobile Fighter G Gundam~*
Shayde suddenly burst out of the Ultra Ball, startling the two women. The feminine lizard-like Pokèmon let out a purple poisonous gas out of her mouth, causing the two women to cough violently.
"You little-!" The navy blue-haired woman staggered along with the golden-haired woman, eventually falling to their knees and holding their heads, moaning.
"Fire! Water!" a few male agents plus the pilot hopped out of the helicopter to help them.
Rotom picked up Nori's Pokèball (that was dropped out of Remilia's fanny pack while it was breaking her fall) and handed it over to Remilia, and she summoned the Butterfly Pokèmon out of her ball. Remilia then commanded it to use Sleep Powder on the men, and Nori complied by aggressively flapping her wings, spreading the bright green powder and manipulating the specks' movements with the gusts so that it comes into contact with the other agents. The latter group coughed aggressively before falling unconscious along with the two women.
"Let's get out of here!" Remilia summoned Nori back to her ball and ran away from the scene along with Rotom and Shayde. Arceus knows how long they would be asleep along with being unconscious from Shayde's Poison Gas. And there's taking into account of the cold… a small part of her hoped that at least one of the men, the helicopter pilot in particular, made a distress call with someone where they came from so that they could live.
After running half a mile, Rotom, Shayde and Remilia approached a forest clearing. Despite the adrenaline rush slowly fading away, Remilia pushed herself to her usual limits to get into the forest and go as far in as possible so that she wouldn't be seen by anyone else. They were barely into the forest when Remilia slowed down her running to a jog, then to a walk, then stopping completely, panting heavily. To be honest, she was grateful that the adrenaline rush and the running was able to warm her up, but her armpits are drenched in sweat from the physical activity combined with the nervous dread from back then.
*~No BGM~*
Having caught her breath, she brought her still-handcuffed wrists to Shayde. "Do the honors, Shayde?"
The Toxic Lizard Pokèmon spat out a little bit of her corrosive venom on the chain, the dark violet goo eating at the metal and eventually rendering Remilia's wrists free from the constrictive chain. Though Remilia was dismayed that she's still cuffed, she was glad that she can move her arms freely. She would have to find a warm place to stay so that she can take off her clothes to possibly remove the handcuffs altogether, though.
Summoning Shayde back to her respective Pokè Ball, she turned to Rotom and said emotionlessly, "Let's go."
*~Silence - Presence of Music~*
"What if another helicopter goezzzz after us?" Rotom asked in uncertainty. Remilia couldn't blame it, though; she is also worried about what might happen if they get caught. Granted, she can still use her Pokèmon to construct a jailbreak, but…
"If Heero, Duo and the others are also in this world," Remilia replied. "Then they could give us a place to stay and lay low for a little bit, and then we can go back home."
"Yeah, but like you said, time between dimensionz is pretty disproportionate whenever we go through the Ultra Wormhole, zzt."
"Mom would think I'd be gone for a few weeks training in the mountains or the Battle Royal Dome. I'm Alola's Champion, so she'd believe me if I just make up a lie about it."
Remilia starts walking again, with Rotom reluctantly following. The bare trees because of the cold weather can make an uneasy atmosphere, not like Remilia has enough energy to even care about it. Her mind, however, kept going back to Rotom mentioning that they might be sending another helicopter after them. She doesn't particularly feel that it's wrong to pilot a mobile suit such as a Taurus, but she doesn't feel that it's right, either. At the same time, considering having her Pokèmon attack those agents, she was only acting in self-defense, right?
She wrapped her arms around herself, though she doesn't feel cold; her body was still warm from running so much. However, she does feel tired; physically and mentally. In fact, she could feel her eyelids drooping from time to time. It might be because of the cold weather. Part of her wants to make a campfire and take a brief nap, but another part of her says to not do it, because another group of agents would notice the fire and arrest her on the spot.
Remilia stopped in her tracks as a solution came to her mind.
Rotom happened to notice this and asked, "What is it, zt?"
"I'm getting tired and I wanna do something."
"Like what?"
Remilia set down her white ruffled bag next to a tree and proceeded to do a handstand. "Catch my feet."
Using its lightning bolt-shaped arms, Rotom was able to catch Remilia's feet by the joint between them and where her legs begin. "What are you doing?"
"Getting the blood to rush back to my brain," the pink-haired girl explained. "When you're tired and you go to sleep, the blood leaves your brain after just a few seconds. In this case I'm tired, and doing a handstand will put all my blood back to my brain. It's no different than waking."
"You humans always get the complicated stuff when it comes to sleep, zzt."
"Ghost-type Pokèmon and abiotic Pokèmon need sleep, too, you know; you're hardly any different."
"Oh, really, we're getting into this debate now?"
"No, and I don't want to, so please be quiet."
Rotom let out a sigh and decided to keep its mouth shut (at least for once).
After approximately five minutes have passed, Remilia signaled Rotom to slowly set her feet back down to the ground. She then folds her legs into a seiza position and slowly raises her torso up, letting out a long-winded sigh awhile.
"Feeling any better, zt?" Rotom asked.
Remilia looked at it with a smile. "I feel more awake, thanks." She then slowly gets out of her seiza sitting position, stretching herself all over awhile. "Let's just hope it lasts long. Let's continue."
Both Trainer and Pokèdex continued their journey through the bare forest. They had ultimately decided that they're going to walk farther and farther in until Remilia finds another direction to go into, hopefully one that leads to a way out of the forest. And hopefully a rural road where she could hitch a ride with someone, as much as she hates having to do it should the situation come down to it.
After another hour of walking, Remilia decides to go leftward, with Rotom following suit. Both of them had hoped that Remilia knows where she is going, as this is another dimension, Rotom's map is virtually non-functional. Soon after going into the direction Remilia had pointed out, she had noticed that the ground is going a little steeper. Remilia's hopes went up a little; if the ground is getting steeper, then they must be somewhere near a rural road. Rotom was admittedly unsure of that logic, but Remilia ignored it as she speeds up her walking along with the steepness of the ground, careful to not accidentally slip and roll down let her crochet poncho to get snagged on any nearby branches.
After several minutes of half-walking, half-sliding on the steepened slope, she saw several specks of white in the distance that are gradually growing bigger. She slowed down her stepping so that she wouldn't risk falling right out, and eventually, her booted feet hit pure white asphalt. She suddenly stopped and regained her balance when she realized that the white asphalt is actually a stone wall. But below her is a white sidewalk, which means she finally found a rural road.
Remilia let out a half-laugh and half-sigh. She never felt so relieved to get out of this Arceus-forsaken forest.
"Glad we're out of this bare forezzzt nightmare," said Rotom. "But any ideas on how to get down from here? I mean, that wall'zzzz as tall azz an Arbok standing on the top of itzz tail, zzzzt!"
"Try an Arbok and a Furret standing on their tails," said Remilia.
"What difference doezz it make?"
Deciding to ignore that counterargument, Remilia bent herself to a fetal sitting position, pondering on how to get down from this white wall. She doesn't have a rope in her bag, much less a grappling hook for that matter.
Carefully, she turned herself around, her rump barely over the edge of the white wall. "Catch my fall?"
Rotom half-lidded its eyes. "Why?"
"So that I won't fall on my back and become unable to move for a while before a truck comes over and renders my entire head hamburger meat?"
The Plasma Pokèmon sighed and floated in between Remilia's back and the white sidewalk.
Remilia took a deep breath and let it out to mentally prepare herself to drop from the wall and onto Rotom. Slowly counting to three in her head, she springs herself from the wall and Rotom was barely able to break her fall. Rotom set her feet onto the white concrete while Remilia dusted herself off.
"Please don't make me do thizzz again after last time," said Rotom.
"There won't be a next time, I can promise you that," Remilia assured. "And when next time comes, I'll use Nori."
"Okay, good, zzt."
Remilia then zips open her ruffled white bag. "Now get in my bag. I don't want you being seen by anybody."
Rotom complied without saying anything and Remilia closed her bag, just in time for a car to swiftly drive by. Thankful that the driver didn't see anything, Remilia looked left, then right, and swiftly crossed the road to the other side. The other side has a cross fence-similar to the one at the base-except that it was cleaner and free of rust. On the other side of the fence was a beach. At least listening to the ocean waves relaxed her nerves, even though a beach on a cloudy day looked dull and desolate.
Remilia then proceeded to continue on her journey (if one would ever call it that) without Rotom's physical presence. The beach scenery is nice, but she would rather not waste any more of her time in this world; she still has to get back home since this very clearly isn't Ultra Space. As soon as that happens, the very first thing Remilia's gonna do is cook up some hot chocolate and heat up some leftovers and binge-watch her favorite real robot shows until three in the morning.
She then hears a car approaching during her thoughts, but she didn't care, as she assumed that the car was just going to pass by, anyway. Or so she thinks, as the car behind her slowed down and honked its horn once. While thankful for the distance from the car that the horn wasn't loud enough to startle her, she flipped the driver off without even looking at him or her. Not two seconds passed when the driver honked the horn again.
Already growing irritated by the driver's persistence, Remilia sharply turned her head around shouted, "How about you stick that horn up where the sun don't shine?! Nutsack!"
Her irritation only grew when the car stopped to park and the driver opened and closed his or her door. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she stealthily unzipped her Gorebyss fanny pack and rummaged around for a Pokè Ball. She doesn't care if she releases the wrong one, she just wants that potentially perverted stranger off her ass (no pun intended).
She swiftly turns around ready to throw her Pokè Ball at the stranger, only for her hand to be caught by said stranger's, and she froze at the sapphire blue eyes staring dead at her.
"Is that really the proper way to say hello to someone you've given hospitality to in your world?"
Remilia's eyes widened and her face flushed when she recognized that stranger. "Heero?!"
Last year, I just realized that I never made an endnote for this chapter. Whoops. In case this hasn't been clear to you who read it just now, the two women in this fic are Sally Po and Lucrezia Noin. Don't worry, though, they're alright! ^^