Girl In Your Dreams
"I was walking down the street one day.
Then I saw you, I didn't know what to say."
--M2M
*****
Eyes, amber colored eyes filled his dreams, haunting him with unspoken emotion. They always did. Sometimes they were worried, other times they were scared, but always they were there.
They belonged to the girl in his dreams.
Gary Oak was dreaming a dream he'd had a thousand times over. It started the night he arrived home in Pallet and hadn't stopped for the past three weeks. So he knew that when she started running from him to two shadowy shapes, that the dream would end. End as it always did; with him tripping and falling flat on his face.
So this time he ran harder and grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around.
Her face was shrouded by shadows, only her eyes were visable, glowing gold. He held on tight, feeling like he'd overcome some huge obstacle. "Talk to me! Tell me who you are!"
Her mouth opened and she said, "Kazam!"
Suddenly he was awake and bear hugging a very pissed off Alakazam.
The dawn light filtered in dimly through the open window, a slight breeze made the gauzy curtains shiver.
"Alakazam!!" It muttered.
Gary flushed beet red. "Sorry, bad dream."
*****
A few days later, Gary was sitting at a sidewalk café in Lavendar Town, sipping a mocha latte. He was alone, save for a few Pokémon companions, on an errand for Gramps. A special hyper potion sold only at the Mart in Lavendar. They wouldn't mail it or send it through any other means. It had to be brought back by messenger. Lucky for Gramps, he had his own messenger service, the Gary Oak Pidgeot Express. He secretly wondered if there wasn't some other reason.
The streets bustled with shoppers and trainers alike. Lavendar was having their Market Place Days, a celebration that had vendors of various stores in Lavendar selling their wares outside of their stores in festive booths and tents. The scents of cooking foods filled the air.
He was finishing the latte when he saw a figure over the rim of his cup. He nearly choked, but finished it and set the cup down with suddenly trembling hands.
It was the girl from his dreams!
She was standing at a stand directly across the street from him, holding a Pokéball made from a Blue Apricorn. A Houndour was lying down by her hiking boot encased feet, looking bored. Her hair was longer than in his dream, nearly waist length and tipped at the ends in red. She wore khaki shorts and a white tank top. Gary just stared, in shock.
She handed over some money and nudged the Pokémon with her foot. It snapped playfully at her and they started to walk off.
Gary lept to his feet and walked out of the café, leaving more than enough money for the latte and his waiters' tip. He didn't want to look too obvious by running after her, but she vanished in the throng of the crowd. Gary broke into a run, shoving his way through the crowd. He could see the top of her blond head in random breaks in the crowd and he shoved and he pushed his way through, but no matter how fast he tried to run, the crowd was just too thick.
Suddenly, he ran into a brick wall. Actually, it was a person, a blond haired guy a few years older than he was. He had a Houndoom by his side and it growled menacingly. People gave them a wide berth.
"Where you going, looser?" The guy sneered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you," Gary said, still looking around for the girl. No luck, she was gone. "I'm real sorry."
The guy smiled, a smile that didn't reach his blue eyes. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again." The guy turned and walked off in the same direction the girl did. Gary hoped he wasn't her boyfriend.
*****
I had seen him. I wanted to run to him and just grab him up in a bear hug...but I didn't. He wouldn't have been able to remember me anyway. Mew and Mewtwo made sure of that.
The Houndoor at my side glanced up. "You're still thinking about him, aren't you, Cirrus?"
I grimaced, "Yeah, I am."
"Shouldn't you go try to talk to him? He was watching you."
"He was?" I wondered out loud. "He shouldn't be able to remember me..."
"You dork, I don't think it would matter if he remembered you or not. Maybe he was just...attracted...to you?"
I ignored her comment as we walked into the Pokécenter. We had two rooms there, for me and my brother, Matt. I don't know why Mom sent us here, from our new home just outside of Viridian, but she did. Maybe she and Dad wanted time alone. Maybe she wanted us to take advantage of the serious sales out here. I don't know how she does it, but Mom has a built in radar for sales.
I paused at the stairs. "Do you want a perk up?"
The Houndoor looked over at a busy Nurse Joy and grinned. "Nah, but since it's so late, I think I'll go outside and grab some dinner." She left then, slipping out the door when someone was walking in.
I smiled, Moonsong, you haven't changed much at all. Well, except for becoming a Houndoor an'at.
When I got to my door, Matt's door opened and he stepped outside. He had the room next to mine. "You know someone was following you."
"Gee, no I hadn't known. Thanks for being my own private Secret Service dude."
"Don't get all Clueless on me. He looked like a loony, bags all under his eyes, a real scrawny guy." He paused. "You know that we're all glad to be here and all. It's like a new beginning for all of us, especially Mom and Dad, but maybe..."
"Maybe I should let him go?" My heart thudded.
He shrugged. "Maybe. I'm going to sleep. We're leaving early tomorrow you know."
"Yeah, I know," I said as he closed the door softly. I walked into my own room, closed the door, and lay down on my bed, in the dark. It was good to be back and since both of the Mew's did something to synchronize both dimension's times, it would be no problem going back and forth. That's something that was important to my parents, else they never would've come.
I fell asleep then, on top of the blankets. The warm night air and minimum traffic was soothing to my ears, drifting in through the open window.
Tomorrow would be a new day.
Well, I guess that's it. If anyone wants a different or a longer ending or if you want me to write another adventure for Cirrus, let me know. Heh, otherwise, I'll just start something else up. So, I'll write something else anyway, but I like feedback!
I know there were some people who wanted me to write this a few chapters longer an'at, but I'm not sure what road the story should travel. So I ask of you, countrymen, lend me your ears...::ducks at several ears of corn being tossed::...I've so always wanted to say that! No, I just wanted to toss out a line and see what you marvelous readers want to see Cirrus do next.
What do YOU want to see happen?