Never the Same
Author's Notes: Ah, school is almost over! Thank God… Once I'm free of "The Prison" (and a spell of writer's block) the chapters should come out quicker. ^_^ Oh, and just to let you know, I messed with the ages a bit. Dana's not seventeen (We love you anyway, though, dear) and I'm twelve, not fifteen. -_- Oh, yes, and any songs used in this chapter or past chapters aren't by whomever they're… by. Erm, I mean, Shania Twain doesn't exist in the Pokeworld, so it was written by some made-up singer from the character's world. So, if I say that Kasumi or another character wrote a song, I'm not trying to steal copyrighted works. I'm just trying to get some music in. *Ex.: I Say Yeah by Dreamstreet could be I Say Yeah by, erm, I dunno, Yume Bishonen. ^_^; I suck with names…* Uh, yeah, that made so much sense… ^_^ Well, uh… Here's Tempral with the intro!
NNNAAARRRRFFFFYYYYNNNNEEEESSSSSSSS!!
I finally get to introduce a chapter of Never the Same! Score!!
Okay, here goes:
It's finally here!
The moment you've all been waiting for!
Never the Same… Chapter –
Ahh! The sloth's back!
*runs around like an idiot*
Ahh!
Never… the… Same… Chapter Seven!
*continues running frantically around his room, trying to avoid the pole*
Go! Read and narf on, I'll hold the sloth!
*smacks into the pole*
Do'h!
Never the Same
Chapter Seven-
Somewhere Else Instead
Early the next morning, I trudged home, disheveled and tired. Tenshi rushed up to me, grabbed the can of tuna out of my hand, and I growled. She stopped and looked back at me, sniffing the air.
Ugh, Kasumi, you really need to shower! I looked at her, my eye twitching. Leaping down, I grabbed her. "Why you little--!" I lifted her by the scruff of the neck. "If I smell so bad that I suddenly need a bath…" I said, a crazed and malicious grin spreading on my face, "I'm dragging you with me!" Her violet eyes widened. NOOO! Help! This is cruel and unusual! Cruelty to Pokemon! Help!
Still grinning, I dragged her into the bathroom. Water wouldn't hurt her, I knew that, but being a feline, Tenshi HATED baths. I started running the water, and she squirmed. Shigeru walked by.
"Wow, you look happy today. Torturing the fuzzball again, I see?" I nodded, and gestured to the cabinet. "Can you get me Akuma's shampoo, and a muzzle, while you're at it?" He complied. Tenshi squirmed even more. Aww, come on, Kasumi! I'll be good, I PROMISE! I'll clean your room, I won't chase the mailman again, or jump old ladies, just turn off the water!
I did turn off the water, and she sighed, relieved. Then I quickly dunked her into the full tub. Gah! HEEEELP MEEEEEE!!! She rose her head out of the water, glaring, and I fell over laughing. There is nothing funnier than an angry wet purple feline.
Shigeru came closer, handed me the shampoo, and held her while I started scrubbing. Tenshi complained the whole time, and attempted to bite me a few times until I looked from the tuna to the garbage can repeatedly, explaining the fate of her precious fish with my eyes. She quieted, and soon, we had a squeaky-clean disgruntled hairball.
She scampered out of the room, tuna in check. Shigeru and I high-fived before he left to let me shower. It was a rushed shower, unlike the usual prolonged ones that would end with Shigeru running up the stairs cursing at me. Time was flying by, and I needed to get ready for my date.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't really a date. Satoshi's mother, Hanako, wanted him to clean up his house, where Hiroshi and Takeshi were staying due to the snow. I had offered to help, and as payment, he'd take me out for dinner. Afterwards, we'd meet up with Scrat, Shigeru and the rest of the gang. It was still close enough to a date for me, though.
I brushed my hair and quickly tossed on a black turtleneck and dark jeans. Grabbing a hair tie and sliding it onto my wrist, I yelled to Shigeru and ran out the door--into more snow. Brushing myself off, I groaned, and lifted all the snow out of my way with my mind.
Shigeru ran outside, yelling something about Tenshi eating his shirt again. When I turned around, I forgot about the hovering snow, and… Well, let's just say that I was a little late after digging him up.
Rushing in the door of the Ketchum residence muttering incoherent apologies, I quickly grabbed a broom and went to work. Satoshi stared at me for a second before walking over and grabbing the broom from me, gesturing to the couch. "Go. Sit. Staaay…" I blinked, and sat down.
He walked into the other room, and I sat, confused. Why did I have to sit, when there was cleaning to do? Patience wasn't my strong point, either. Then I heard screams, and ran after him. If anything was hurting my Sato-chan, I'd kill…
I dashed down the hall, and shrieked. Takeshi stood there in a grass skirt and lei, doing a strange dance which involved waving his arms around. He was singing something peculiar, like, "Aloha oi… Aloha oi…" followed by badly-imitated ukulele plucking sounds. Just as I was about to run off screaming, I grabbed a camera from nearby and snapped as many pictures as possible. If I couldn't sell them, well, what excellent blackmail they would be…
Satoshi grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him into a closet. Then he turned to me. "I thought I told you to stay…" I shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm an impatient little girl. What can I say?" He laughed, and handed me a mop.
"Well, let's get workin'…"
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We collapsed on the living room couch a long while later, sometime in the late afternoon. The house was sparkling; everything from the floors to the widows to Mimey. True, we could of been done quicker, but I got lost under the trash in Satoshi's room. He had to spend a good part of an hour digging me out. Hiroshi helped a bit, but he spent most of the time trying to keep Takeshi and his Hawaiian fever at bay. The Blind One eventually lost the Hawaiian insanity. But then… Well, let's just say that Takeshi's version of "Man! I Feel Like A Woman!" is much worse than Shigeru and mine's. Especially when he sings it in yellow boxers into Hanako-san's hairbrush…
"Well," Satoshi said, standing up and brushing himself off, "You ready to go?" I nodded, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me up. Unfortunately, he pulled too hard, and we went flying across the room, landing on the floor-- me laying directly on top of him. We blushed, but I found myself unable to move. It was almost as if I was in a trance. I couldn't look away from those deep chocolate eyes.
It seemed as though Satoshi felt the same thing. He kept staring into my aqua orbs. Then, suddenly, he started to close his eyes slightly, bring his head up towards mine. I copied the motion, our faces soon inches apart. I had no clue what was possessing me to do it, but I couldn't stop.
A loud cough was heard from the stairs. We quickly parted, blushing, and looked to Hiroshi at the stairs. "Please, guys, not in the living room… You just cleaned it!" My face was crimson, as was Satoshi's, and we got to our feet as fast as we could.
I brushed my clothes off, and so did Satoshi. Then he coughed, grabbed my hand, and we dashed out the door. Soon after we reached the darkening street, he let go of my hand, and stuck his into the pockets of his jacket. We walked on in an awkward silence until we reached the small restaurant.
The restaurant wasn't really a fancy place. It wasn't that it looked bad; it was quite the opposite. Everything was clean and neat, and I liked it. Up front was a little stage with a microphone, probably for those brave or drunken souls that wanted to belt out lyrics to horribly-overplayed songs. But, all in all, it was a nice little place.
We were seated at a booth near the back corner. It was dim, and a little chilly, but otherwise fine. A waiter came over and handed us our menus, then scurried off to the table beside us, his eyes always hidden. He seemed a little familiar, but I couldn't quite place where from…
Opening the menu, I scanned the list, then looked over to Satoshi. "Sato-chan, talk. Now. Or I sic Tenshi on you." He sweatdropped, and then said, "All right… What do you want to talk about?" I thought for a second.
"No clue. What're you having?"
"I'm going with a burger. You?"
I closed the menu. "Same." We sat in silence again. Satoshi started playing with the salt shaker, and I looked around. This "date" was certainly not going well…
~*~*~*~*((ALL-KNOWING 3RD POV))*~*~*~*~
At the next table, a group of three guys and three girls watched the couple. The youngest-looking one sighed. "Okay, this is not going well. What're we gonna do?" The male next to her put a finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet. The girl only rolled her eyes.
"Oh, stop it, Shigeru. They can't hear us. These booth walls are nearly soundproof. Plus, do you think anyone can hear with those two sake-high Rockets and their Meowth singing? Don't be a baka." With that, she looked through the gap between the wall and seat at the couple on their would-be date.
A waiter walked over. In a false-deepened tone, he asked, "May I take your order?" Once again, the youngest one rolled her eyes and swatted him. "Tempral, you can be such a baka sometimes…" He grinned.
"I love you too, Ara. Now, can I take your orders?" She mushroom-sighed. "Sure," she said. "Dana? You go first, and I'll go last." An older female, about the same age as Tempral, nodded, detaching herself from her favorite blonde. She gave her order, quickly re-attaching herself to Hiroshi, who sweatdropped and gave his order. Then it went along the line; Scrat, then Takeshi, followed by Shigeru, and ending with Ara. Tempral scurried off again, and the group went back to plotting.
The red-head in the very corner of the booth sat deep in thought, tightly glomping a sweatdropping Takeshi. Meanwhile, Ara stared intently at Kasumi and Satoshi. Dana, too, was thinking up a way of getting the date rolling. At the same time, she was doing her best not to choke the almost-purple Hiroshi next to her.
Suddenly, the only male at the table not being glomped sat up straight. "Think, you bakas, think! Detach yourselves from Hiroshi and Takeshi until we figure out a way to break the ice in their date!" The two females glared at him before reluctantly letting go of the suffocating males. Tempral came back with the food, and they dug in, still thinking.
Ara stopped eating slowly, a dazed look coming into her eyes. She put down her food and smiled slightly to herself. The rest of the group stared as she stood up, and walked up to the man near the microphone up front. "Hn," Takeshi said, mouth filled with food, "musht haf got an idear."
The man nodded at Ara as she talked to him. Then the long-haired brunette stood on stage, tossing the Rockets off stage. Musashi and Koijiro stumbled away, Meowth intact, mumbling about "catching that damned yellow rat." Ara sweatdropped before taking the stage.
"Hello, minna-san!" she said, as enthusiastic as she could manage with Shigeru munching on her food back at the table, "My name is Ara Moon, and I'm gonna be singing a song for you all. I promise I'll be much better than the last drunks that were up here."
She managed to get a few laughs from those bored enough to actually listen to the amateur singers perform. The fifteen-year-old noticed that things were not progressing well with the couple. The onyx-haired one was fiddling with a napkin, and Kasumi was attempting to fling a container of butter in between two "goal posts" she had set up, a knife and a spoon.
Oh, I hope to Serebii this works… Taking in a deep breath, she continued. "I'm going to be singing a song titled, 'Starry Night.' I wrote it myself a while ago, so please bear with me." Tossing the balding man a CD, she said, "It's track five." The just before music played the young girl got ready to say one last thing.
"This song is for the cute little couple in the back, Kasumi Yawa and Satoshi Ketchum." At this, they both looked up at her. Ara smiled, and winked at them. She knew that they were confused; after all, they had no clue who she was. But they still blushed. At the table, Scrat gave her the thumbs-up sign. On stage, Ara nodded.
She made eye contact with Kasumi. {This song's from your point of view, 'Sumi. C'mon, you know you love him. Now just tell him, you baka!} The fiery-haired one stared in shock at the hazel-eyed one. The latter smiled. {What? You thought you were the only one here with some psychic abilities?}
As the music began to play, Ara closed her eyes in concentration. She took a deep breath, readying herself. Opening her eyes and pushing away her nervousness, she began her song.
~*~*~*~*((KASUMI POV))*~*~*~*~
The girl on stage started to sing. I had to admit, she wasn't bad at it. My face was burning red, though. Why was it that someone I didn't even know knew about my feelings for Satoshi? And how the hell did she even know my name?
Well, that was easy: she was a psychic. Duh, Kasumi. You're such a baka… I looked up, and saw Satoshi staring at me. I blushed. "Erm…"
"I've waited all of my life
For the day when love appears
Like a fairy tale in days gone by
He will rescue me from my fears"
Several people in the room got up and started dancing. Out of the corner of my eye, I could have sworn that I'd seen Shigeru slow-dancing with Hiroshi. But what was the chance of that happening?
Satoshi stood up, and I looked up at him, almost confused. He walked up in front of me, and offered me his hand. "M-may I have this dance, 'Sumi?" I nodded, taking his hand, and we stood. He pulled me close to him, and we danced slowly.
It felt good, being so close to him, feeling him move. I leaned my head into his shoulder. Behind me, I thought I heard a group yell, "Yes!" but I couldn't be sure. The swaying of our bodies and the words to her song blocked out everything…
"And now I feel him standing close to me
And how can I tell him what he means to me?
My heart stands still-- has he come?"
The girl on stage was completely concentrated on her song. She was really putting her all into the song dedicated to Satoshi and I. As my body was turned towards her, I saw her wink. I smiled at her over Satoshi's shoulder, and she gave me a thumbs-up.
Soon, I buried my head into the ebony-headed boy's shoulder. Our hearts were pounding in our chests so close; it almost felt as if they were one. Mmm… I thought to myself in a detached blissful manner, one with Satoshi. Maybe in my dreams…
My mind wandered back to the night before, the one I had spent with Satoshi just staring at the stars. Stars had always been meaningful to me, just like water. Every night, I would wish upon a star for freedom from my cursed life, a friend, a love… How could this girl be putting my feelings into words so much better than I ever could?
"Oh, starry night
Is this the moment I dream of?
Oh, starry night
Tell me, is he my own true love?"
Satoshi's arms were gently wrapped around me. For once, I wasn't blushing at our closeness. I was too lost in thought to notice.
Things truly had changed since I left Pallet to Saffron, and again when I came to Ecruteak. In Pallet, I only knew the pain and sadness bestowed upon me by my father and the other townspeople. Everyone there had been cruel to me, in fact…
No, wait, they hadn't all been cruel. I could remember at least two other children who had been kind. How could I forget? The last one had been on the last day of abuse before my escape…
~*~*~*~*((TEN YEARS EARLIER))*~*~*~*~
The sun was slowly sinking behind the quiet hills of Pallet Town. Most of the children were back at home with their adoring parents, preparing for a family dinner. That was why I always left for the park about then. No children around to ridicule me.
I sat on the small swing, nursing a wound on my knee. Father had been drunk the day before; that, plus his usual anger, equaled extreme pain on my behalf. Luckily, I had managed to escape from him with only a few scratches and bruises. Still, the cut stung.
My mid-blue hair lay across my shoulders and over my eyes. I near-silent sob escaped my lips as tears began to stream slowly down my cheeks. Why? Why does he do this? I never asked to be this way. I don't want to be this way. Why doesn't he ever leave me alone?
I heard the sound of footsteps in front of me, and looked up. There stood a short boy with tanned skin. Somewhat long night-black hair poked out from beneath a red and white Pokemon League cap. His chocolate eyes looked concerned. He sat on the swing next to me in silence.
"Hey," he said, quietly, "Are you okay? You look sad." I lifted my head, staring at him. "Y-You're not going to make fun of me, or push me?" Most, if not all, of the kids in town knew that I was a "freak," and either stayed away from me or taunted me. This boy only tilted his head, confused, before answering.
"No. Why? Do you want me too?" I shook my head. He smiled. "So, what's your name?" I looked at him shyly. Why was he so kind? "My name's Umi Mizuhana. I live in that big house in the corner of town." The boy smiled at me, and walked behind me. I stared at my dangling feet.
Suddenly, he popped his head over my shoulder. "Boo!" he yelled, and I giggled. Then, he grabbed the ropes of the swing. "Hey, you want me to push you, Umi?" he asked, and I nodded. I don't care why he's so nice, I thought to myself, giggling as I went higher, as long as he's here with me.
After a while, he stopped, and we sat on the grass around the playground. He noticed the cut on my knee, and reached into his pocket. Then, he gently placed a bandage on it. I smiled, thanking him.
We laid there until the sun painted the sky crimson. What we talked about didn't matter; the subjects varied from the mean boy near Ookido-hakase's house to our favorite Pokemon.
"I'm gonna be the greatest Pokemon Master ever!" the boy exclaimed, pumping his fist into the air. I giggled and his enthusiasm. "Well, if you're going to become the greatest Pokemon Master, then I'll become the greatest Water Master! Then, maybe we'll meet up somewhere!"
The boy laying on his back next to me smiled dreamily. "Yeah… Hey, Umi?" he asked, quietly. I looked at him questioningly. "Do you think that, one day, we could get married? You know, when we're twenty or something?" I smiled, and nodded.
"Sure! It'll be great!" And so, we lay on our backs. I found my hand laying in his. It wasn't really a romantic hold; after all, we were only six. But dreaming of a future filled with happiness was enough to make in feel special to us.
He suddenly sat up. "Well, Umi, I gotta go. Mom wants me home before dark." I nodded. I, too, had to sneak home soon. "Will I ever see you again?" He laughed, smiling.
"Of course, Umi! Once we're Masters! And who knows? Maybe one day before that you'll fish me out of a stream!" We both laughed at the absurdity of that happening. I stuck out my pinkie finger to him. "Promise?" He smiled, nodding and intertwining his finger.
"Promise." He leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. Then he reached back into his pocket and pulled out a ring. It was a golden Dratini that wrapped around the owner's finger. It looked expensive, but he slipped it on my finger.
He smiled again, hope-filled chocolate eyes shining. "Daddy gave it to me before he went away. He told me to give it to a special girl when I met her, and I think you're pretty special, Umi. Now never forget me, 'kay?" I nodded, amazed. Then he ran off into the sunset.
And that night was the last one I had to deal with my father for. Tenshi appeared that night and saved me from him. We left that empty little town for Saffron, never looking back.
"Every night I think of him
Here in my lonely room
Waiting for my prince to come
Wondering if he'll be here soon"
I looked down over Satoshi's back at my hand. Ever since that day, I hadn't removed the ring. It was a part of me. Satoshi noticed that I was dazed, and said, "Hey, you alive there, 'Sumi?"
Nodding, I murmured into his shoulder, "Yeah, I'm alive, Satoshi." I moved my hand, and he noticed the ring. I could see a small flash of disappointment in his brown eyes.
"Where'd you get that ring from? You engaged or something?" Surprised, I pulled back, and looked into his sad eyes. Glancing at the ring, then back to him, I said, "I don't know. It was a while ago. But that doesn't matter now, because I'll never see him again. I guess childhood promises don't last as long as you think they will at the time, eh?" My voice was sad, like Satoshi's, and he grabbed my hand, inspecting the ring.
He looked up at me, smiling slightly, still holding my hand. I noticed that we were sill swaying to the music, though that wasn't the main focus anymore.
"And I sit patiently, waiting for a sign
And I hope that his heart longs for mine
He calls my name, is he the one?"
"Ya know, 'Sumi, I used to have a ring like that. My father gave it to me before he died. He said," Satoshi paused, making his voice gruff, "'Satoshi, give this to a special girl you meet when you get older. Now, don't waste it. Give it to the right one.' A year after he died, I gave it to this girl who I thought was special. I know we were only kids at the time, but I really thought that she was special. Pretty, too. She had shoulder-length blue hair, and light skin… Anyway, I looked for her the next day, but she was gone."
Satoshi twisted my finger gently, examining it. "It really is pretty, isn't it?" I nodded, and continued dancing in silence. So, Satoshi met someone special as well? Well, I hope he meets her again. He'd be much better off with someone more normal than me…
I stopped my thoughts, blinking. Wait a second-- blue hair? Father gone? Same ring? My head bumped into something as we moved. Same hat?!? That boy… He was Satoshi!
"Oh, starry night
Is this the moment I dream of?
Oh, starry night
Tell me, is he my own true love?"
So that was it. I had promised to marry Satoshi when I was little. But, even I had said that childhood promises don't last as long as intended. Looking down, I sighed.
I'm not the same person as I was then. Umi Mizuhana is dead. And she's the one he wants. Not red-headed Kasumi Yawa, but blue-haired Umi Mizuhana. And she's long gone. That chapter of my life is long forgotten…
Satoshi looked at me. "That girl and you have the same beautiful eyes. They're kinda like sapphires with little emeralds mixed in." I stared at him, amazed. "If someone would have actually taken the time to look deep into them, they would see the emerald shards blended in with the sapphires. But to all those whom saw my eyes without truly observing, they were only two serene aqua orbs that belonged to the weird kid down the street." I had thought that ten years ago. He… he had actually taken the chance to look into them?
"Well, almost the same. Your eyes look different than hers. Yours look clearer, almost brighter, and certainly happier. Her eyes looked sad and pained most of the time…" I smiled sadly to myself. You don't know the half of it.
He shrugged slightly. "But Pallet is in the past. I'm here now, and I've got new friends and new memories. So why should I dwell on then, when I've got now?" I smiled into his shoulder, whispering, "Couldn't of said it better myself…"
"What did you say?" he asked, looking down at me in his arms. I blushed slightly, hurriedly thinking up an excuse. I noticed the music in the background had overlapped, the song gaining more strength. I, too, felt stronger. Looking up into his eyes, I said his name quietly. "Satoshi…" Perhaps I could finally tell him how I felt…
"Oh, starry night
Is he the one that I dream of?
Oh, starry night"
"Yeah?" he mumbled, shaken from a dazed state. I brought my face closer to his. "Satoshi, I…" I sensed that the singer was just about to end her song.
"How will I know?
Will his love show?"
Some unknown force once again brought his face towards mine. My words were lost as we stared into each other's eyes. Whatever I was going to say was gone from my mind. Apparently, it didn't matter.
Is he my own true love?"
My lips were about to meet his as the song ended. Our eyes were locked. I never thought I could fall in love with someone's eyes, I thought, dazed, But it seems like I've fallen for his…
I felt eyes on me from somewhere near our table. But the only eyes I was conscious of were Satoshi's deep brown ones. My breath mingled with his as our lips were about to meet.
Suddenly, explosions blasted through the front of the restaurant. The force sent us flying across the floor, and Satoshi threw himself onto me to block me from the heat and wind. I cursed silently, one hand reaching towards my pokeballs. Evil laughter resounded through my body as I pushed myself onto one arm and glared through the dust. Satoshi did the same.
"Who the hell are you?!?" I yelled at them. A tanned and well-built blonde stared at me, a cruel smirk on his lips. He looked to his silver-headed partner, and then walked towards me. A group of black-uniformed people gracefully entered in.
"That isn't any of your business, little missy," he said, smirking and grabbing me by the hair, "but we are the finest members of Team Rocket." Two of the Rockets in black, grunts as they were known, came up behind Satoshi, grabbing him and standing him upright. "You, little boy," the blonde said, "have been a big trouble to the Boss. We've come to get rid of you." Satoshi's eyes opened wide, then went back to a cold glare. My eyes were almost a mirror of his. I felt them flash a dead black color, and quickly changed them back.
The blonde let go of me as I was transferred to the hold of more grunts. He approached Satoshi, and I noticed that all around the room, grunts were robbing the customers of their Pokemon. Anger boiled within me.
"Listen to me, you little bastard," I growled at the blonde, and Satoshi looked a little surprised by my anger. I continued without care. "If you lay even one finger on him, I swear, I will kill you," I said, my voice cold and deadly. He looked a little taken aback, and a voice scolded him from behind me.
The silver-haired one came in front of me, dragging a finger along my chin. I spat on his hand. "Now, now, no need to get prissy with us," the feminine-looking slim Rocket said, "It's not you we're after. We'll just take your boyfriend to the boss, collect our reward, and we'll be out of your pretty red hair." I wrinkled my face in disgust as the Rocket continued to touch my face. Suddenly, his other hand came flying out, slapping me in the and face nailing me in the stomach.
My body flew forward, but the grunts held me back. "Kasumi!" Satoshi yelled, worried and angry. I looked up at him, my eyes showing that I would be fine. Meanwhile the blonde looked at the grunts that were scattered around the tied-up humans. "All right, grab the Pokemon and let's get the hell out of here!" They nodded, exiting as gracefully as the had entered, Pokemon in tact. I noticed that I still had mine with me.
The gray/red/blue-clothed Rocket stood calmly before me as I dropped to the ground. He kneeled down and grabbed my face gently. "Farewell," he said calmly, face never changing. As he walked out to the black helicopter, he turned back to face me and said, "Oh, and by the way, the name's Bashou." He waved from the helicopter as it took off. From behind him, I saw Satoshi struggling. "Hope to see you soon!" he said, in a way that almost seemed cruel.
I pulled myself up painfully, and ran out the door to the street. Blood dripped down my chin, and my abdomen hurt like hell. But I had some sort of mental immunity to the abuse. "Get back here with Sato-chan!" I yelled, looking up frantically. The helicopter kept on going. "Sato-chan!"
Soon the helicopter was out of my sight, disappearing into the crimson sunset. I dropped to my knees, tears threatening to escape from my aqua eyes. "Sato-chan…" I mumbled, one hand holding my stomach where I was hit.
I curled and twisted my legs so I was sitting on them. Tossing my head back, tears flying, I yelled in desperation and despair. "Sato-chaaaaaan!!"
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Eee, I finished! Okay, I know the chapter was crappy, but, eh… It's my attempt to escape from Writer's Block. *sigh* Cursed thing, isn't it? Well, I swear, this chapter was never supposed to even exist. It appeared randomly. I guess that's what I get for letting my hands take control… ^_^; Well, I think I'm going to change the rating because nothing real R-rated has happened yet, and because only PG-13 things and below appear on the page… thing. (Am I the only one who finds that evil?) But, eh… I'm not sure. Just letting you know now. In case anyone ever bothers reading this… *wanders off to plan out the next chapter* Ah, yes one last note: I'm thinking of starting a mailing list so that anyone who wants to know when I post/update my Pokemon fics (the only things I write -_-) can be notified. So, if you want to join it, email me at KuroiTenshi36@msn.com or leave your email in a review. ^_^
Questions:
1) *ponders questions* Erm… Anyone got ideas for the next chapter? ^^;
2) Does anyone know if I'm characterizing Bashou and Buson right? *or spelling them correctly, at that?… -_-*
3) *sings* Erm, what Pokemon do you think Kasumi should have? (Any of your choice, and I'll pick the ones I like, cuz I need ideas.)