HERE IT IS! The ever dramatic..chapter 11 of Delia's Reminiscence!!!!!!!
Ash scratched his head in perplexity. "You had a fiancé, Mom?"
"No," she said, "that was the whole point. I didn't have one and Professor Hale made it
seem like I did."
"Well then who did you cheat on?" Brock saw a slight similarity between the mother and
son when it came to cluelessness.
Misty swiftly pulled out her sledgehammer from behind her back and whacked Ash on
the head as hard as she could. "No, you idiot! She was single and her and Professor Oak
had one another!" Ash could almost hear the sigh of romance in her voice.
Professor Oak felt strangely depressed. As the expression of shock passed over Delia's
face, he simply felt numb.
"But..I don't..have..."she whispered.
How could it be that in only such a short amount of time he'd grown so fond of her?
Until now, he never knew he would feel this strongly.
"So you were engaged to him the entire time, then." He said, his voice sounding more flat
then he'd intended.
She had been staring at the article, petrified, but her head whipped around at his words.
"No! I hate him! I would never marry such a terrible man!" Delia cried vehemently, and
at that very moment, she did hate him, and her guilt disappeared. She was glad that
Spencer was in emotional pain from losing her. And he's never gonna get me, so there, a
silent voice in her head added
"Then why..?"
"Don't you see?" Delia interrupted him, "he just made that up! He made it up just so we
could be miserable! Just to ruin your career!" A light of understanding flashed in his eyes, and in a second it turned to anger. "The
little...how dare he?"
She couldn't find any words to express her shock, her anger, so she kept silent and shook
her head as she glanced over it once more.
It was three weeks after the infamous newspaper article incident.
"I've decided," Delia said with an air of competence around her. "I'm going to leave."
"What?!"
"There's no use changing my mind, Sam. It would be best for us if I left and you never
saw from me again. So goodbye!" She tried to make her voice sound as sharp as possible,
while inside her heart was breaking. It took lots of careful thought and agonizing nights
awake. But every time she went out in public, whisperings floated up around her. People
were talking, and it was hurting his image.
Delia turned and walked to the door, bag in hand, when he yelled "wait!" and ran over to
her.
Catching her other hand in his, he turned her around. "Why would be for the best?" For a
moment there were only the sounds of their ragged breathing.
She tried to evade unnerving gaze. No one has ever looked at me this way, she thought.
With such a combination of need, concern and..love.
"You wouldn't have to suffer any more," she said. "You can carry out your career and,"
she stopped talking as her voice grew hoarse and tears gathered in her eyes. Tears dripped
onto the carpet as she stared at the ground in a strange sort of shame.
"Don't leave," he said desperately. The thought of her leaving his life was
unbearable.
Those two simple words held so more emotion than she'd ever heard.
"Why?" She asked, raising her eyes for the first time to meet his.
"Because," he said before he knew the words were coming out, "I think I'm in love with
you."
"You-you do?" She just stared at him, her mouth gaping open like a fish.
"Well-I, err.....yes. I know we were just friends, but I just.." He mumbled,
embarrassed. And then she began to cry and flung herself at him.
"I love you too. I've loved you since I was in high school," she cried, "Forever! For
years!"
He ran his hands through her hair and very slowly their eyes regarded one another. His
eyes were dark brown, warm, wonderful eyes.
"You're beautiful," Professor Oak said suddenly. His finger traced around her cheekbone,
sending a shiver down Delia's spine, and wiped away her tears when he reached her
damp cheeks.
Inching up to his lips, she kissed him and felt him kissing her back. Delia closed her eyes.
"YES!!!!" The next morning, Delia heard a triumphant cry from the lab.
"Dear! What is it?" she yelled across the house, savoring the pet name which she'd just
recently begun using.
"Come and see!"
She rushed into the lab and saw him surrounded by the Pokemon, like usual. "So? It's
just a whole bunch of Pikachu, Rattata, and Ratticate," she said, uninterested in his new
study of mice Pokemon.
"No! look at this!" he pulled a red, shiny device out of his pocket which she instantly
recognized as the Pokedex.
He pointed it at the Pikachu, and suddenly a little voice emerged from the Pokedex.
"Pikachu. The electric-type Pokemon. It produces electricity from its red cheeks. Many
people like to keep them as pets," chirped the little machine.
"Wow!" Squealed Delia, throwing her arms around him, "You finally got it to work!
That's amazing!! Now you can sell it for big bucks and we can be rich!"
The Pokedex clattered to the floor, unnoticed, as he pulled her closer to him.
"Diglet! The ground-type Pokemon. It tends to gather in small groups and stand very
close together!!" It screamed at them as they hugged.
"What the." muttered Professor Oak. "I don't have any Diglet, though."
He picked it up and inspected it closely. "Graveler, the rock-type Pokemon. Its rock- like
face has a fierce expression on it and it performs various rock throw attacks."
"Hey! I'm not a Graveller! It's me! Professor Oak!" He said, shaking it.
"I think it doesn't work." Delia stated the obvious.
"I think we need a shinier stone.." He sighed, sitting down.
"Why can't you just use a mirror?" asked Delia.
"Because it doesn't have certain iridescent qualities that this stone has. I've only seen it
once, in a museum. I knew it would be perfect for the Pokedex, but they're really rare. I
tried a substitution, but as you can see," he gestured to the Pokedex, which was now
babbling about a Sycther, "It doesn't work."
And that was when an idea was born in her head.
"Ki!"
The girl on the other line giggled. "I was wondering if I could find you at Professor
Oak's! I heard, I mean, I read, I mean, well.." she trailed off, at a loss for words once
in her life.
Delia sighed. "It's okay, hon. I'm used to it." She felt strangely old, almost like an adult.
We're only 22, she thought, yet Delia felt so much older than her.
"I need help," whispered Delia, making sure to keep her voice low and confidential.
"Remember how you said you were learning to snorkel?"
"Yeah. You wanna learn?" Asked Ki excitedly.
"Well.." Delia quickly explained the situation and Ki was immediately eager to help.
"I bet the wedding bells will be ringing in no time once you do that!" She laughed.
"KI!!"
Delia wasn't sure if this was just a wild goose chase, but Ki claimed that the museum
found the stone here. So there they were, all strapped up in wetsuits and snorkels,
paddling around and straining their eyes against the murky ocean.
"How will we ever find it like this?" Asked Delia. "You can't see three feet in front of
your face!"
"Well, they said that you can see it a mile away because it shines so brightly. Any little
bit of light reflects."
Delia shrugged, already starting to give up hope.
The choppy waves tossed her around, and water kept seeping into her snorkel. "Damn!"
She yelled, "This is ridiculous, Ki! Whose idea was this anyways?"
"Uhhh.yours?" She answered, but Delia didn't hear her.
"Ki.." she whispered, then disappeared under the surface a second later.
"Delia?! What's the matter?" she yelled, alarmed.
Under the surface of the water light filtered through in brilliant beams of light. The
luminosity was nearly piercing, shining off of Delia face as she descended further into the
deep.
As she grew closer and closer, nearly 40 feet under the water, the lights began to dance.
No, not just dance, but spin happily, like the carnival ride she went on with June last
week, making no sense as it whirled around and around.
Delia felt her lungs burning from the lack of air, struggling to keep her alive. There it is.
Right in front of me. And now my hand is closing over it.
I need to go. I need air. Now.
She pulled her arms up and struggled to swim to the surface.
Then the water was filled with blood, swirling around her, and her leg was burning, and
her lungs were ablaze.
I'm not going to make it.
The surface was only a distant, gleaming brightness far above her. Her racing, oxygen-
deprived heart began to slow down. Shutting down.
The dancing light filled her vision, then, and dimmed to black.
I tried, Sammy, I tried..
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Ash scratched his head in perplexity. "You had a fiancé, Mom?"
"No," she said, "that was the whole point. I didn't have one and Professor Hale made it
seem like I did."
"Well then who did you cheat on?" Brock saw a slight similarity between the mother and
son when it came to cluelessness.
Misty swiftly pulled out her sledgehammer from behind her back and whacked Ash on
the head as hard as she could. "No, you idiot! She was single and her and Professor Oak
had one another!" Ash could almost hear the sigh of romance in her voice.
Professor Oak felt strangely depressed. As the expression of shock passed over Delia's
face, he simply felt numb.
"But..I don't..have..."she whispered.
How could it be that in only such a short amount of time he'd grown so fond of her?
Until now, he never knew he would feel this strongly.
"So you were engaged to him the entire time, then." He said, his voice sounding more flat
then he'd intended.
She had been staring at the article, petrified, but her head whipped around at his words.
"No! I hate him! I would never marry such a terrible man!" Delia cried vehemently, and
at that very moment, she did hate him, and her guilt disappeared. She was glad that
Spencer was in emotional pain from losing her. And he's never gonna get me, so there, a
silent voice in her head added
"Then why..?"
"Don't you see?" Delia interrupted him, "he just made that up! He made it up just so we
could be miserable! Just to ruin your career!" A light of understanding flashed in his eyes, and in a second it turned to anger. "The
little...how dare he?"
She couldn't find any words to express her shock, her anger, so she kept silent and shook
her head as she glanced over it once more.
It was three weeks after the infamous newspaper article incident.
"I've decided," Delia said with an air of competence around her. "I'm going to leave."
"What?!"
"There's no use changing my mind, Sam. It would be best for us if I left and you never
saw from me again. So goodbye!" She tried to make her voice sound as sharp as possible,
while inside her heart was breaking. It took lots of careful thought and agonizing nights
awake. But every time she went out in public, whisperings floated up around her. People
were talking, and it was hurting his image.
Delia turned and walked to the door, bag in hand, when he yelled "wait!" and ran over to
her.
Catching her other hand in his, he turned her around. "Why would be for the best?" For a
moment there were only the sounds of their ragged breathing.
She tried to evade unnerving gaze. No one has ever looked at me this way, she thought.
With such a combination of need, concern and..love.
"You wouldn't have to suffer any more," she said. "You can carry out your career and,"
she stopped talking as her voice grew hoarse and tears gathered in her eyes. Tears dripped
onto the carpet as she stared at the ground in a strange sort of shame.
"Don't leave," he said desperately. The thought of her leaving his life was
unbearable.
Those two simple words held so more emotion than she'd ever heard.
"Why?" She asked, raising her eyes for the first time to meet his.
"Because," he said before he knew the words were coming out, "I think I'm in love with
you."
"You-you do?" She just stared at him, her mouth gaping open like a fish.
"Well-I, err.....yes. I know we were just friends, but I just.." He mumbled,
embarrassed. And then she began to cry and flung herself at him.
"I love you too. I've loved you since I was in high school," she cried, "Forever! For
years!"
He ran his hands through her hair and very slowly their eyes regarded one another. His
eyes were dark brown, warm, wonderful eyes.
"You're beautiful," Professor Oak said suddenly. His finger traced around her cheekbone,
sending a shiver down Delia's spine, and wiped away her tears when he reached her
damp cheeks.
Inching up to his lips, she kissed him and felt him kissing her back. Delia closed her eyes.
"YES!!!!" The next morning, Delia heard a triumphant cry from the lab.
"Dear! What is it?" she yelled across the house, savoring the pet name which she'd just
recently begun using.
"Come and see!"
She rushed into the lab and saw him surrounded by the Pokemon, like usual. "So? It's
just a whole bunch of Pikachu, Rattata, and Ratticate," she said, uninterested in his new
study of mice Pokemon.
"No! look at this!" he pulled a red, shiny device out of his pocket which she instantly
recognized as the Pokedex.
He pointed it at the Pikachu, and suddenly a little voice emerged from the Pokedex.
"Pikachu. The electric-type Pokemon. It produces electricity from its red cheeks. Many
people like to keep them as pets," chirped the little machine.
"Wow!" Squealed Delia, throwing her arms around him, "You finally got it to work!
That's amazing!! Now you can sell it for big bucks and we can be rich!"
The Pokedex clattered to the floor, unnoticed, as he pulled her closer to him.
"Diglet! The ground-type Pokemon. It tends to gather in small groups and stand very
close together!!" It screamed at them as they hugged.
"What the." muttered Professor Oak. "I don't have any Diglet, though."
He picked it up and inspected it closely. "Graveler, the rock-type Pokemon. Its rock- like
face has a fierce expression on it and it performs various rock throw attacks."
"Hey! I'm not a Graveller! It's me! Professor Oak!" He said, shaking it.
"I think it doesn't work." Delia stated the obvious.
"I think we need a shinier stone.." He sighed, sitting down.
"Why can't you just use a mirror?" asked Delia.
"Because it doesn't have certain iridescent qualities that this stone has. I've only seen it
once, in a museum. I knew it would be perfect for the Pokedex, but they're really rare. I
tried a substitution, but as you can see," he gestured to the Pokedex, which was now
babbling about a Sycther, "It doesn't work."
And that was when an idea was born in her head.
"Ki!"
The girl on the other line giggled. "I was wondering if I could find you at Professor
Oak's! I heard, I mean, I read, I mean, well.." she trailed off, at a loss for words once
in her life.
Delia sighed. "It's okay, hon. I'm used to it." She felt strangely old, almost like an adult.
We're only 22, she thought, yet Delia felt so much older than her.
"I need help," whispered Delia, making sure to keep her voice low and confidential.
"Remember how you said you were learning to snorkel?"
"Yeah. You wanna learn?" Asked Ki excitedly.
"Well.." Delia quickly explained the situation and Ki was immediately eager to help.
"I bet the wedding bells will be ringing in no time once you do that!" She laughed.
"KI!!"
Delia wasn't sure if this was just a wild goose chase, but Ki claimed that the museum
found the stone here. So there they were, all strapped up in wetsuits and snorkels,
paddling around and straining their eyes against the murky ocean.
"How will we ever find it like this?" Asked Delia. "You can't see three feet in front of
your face!"
"Well, they said that you can see it a mile away because it shines so brightly. Any little
bit of light reflects."
Delia shrugged, already starting to give up hope.
The choppy waves tossed her around, and water kept seeping into her snorkel. "Damn!"
She yelled, "This is ridiculous, Ki! Whose idea was this anyways?"
"Uhhh.yours?" She answered, but Delia didn't hear her.
"Ki.." she whispered, then disappeared under the surface a second later.
"Delia?! What's the matter?" she yelled, alarmed.
Under the surface of the water light filtered through in brilliant beams of light. The
luminosity was nearly piercing, shining off of Delia face as she descended further into the
deep.
As she grew closer and closer, nearly 40 feet under the water, the lights began to dance.
No, not just dance, but spin happily, like the carnival ride she went on with June last
week, making no sense as it whirled around and around.
Delia felt her lungs burning from the lack of air, struggling to keep her alive. There it is.
Right in front of me. And now my hand is closing over it.
I need to go. I need air. Now.
She pulled her arms up and struggled to swim to the surface.
Then the water was filled with blood, swirling around her, and her leg was burning, and
her lungs were ablaze.
I'm not going to make it.
The surface was only a distant, gleaming brightness far above her. Her racing, oxygen-
deprived heart began to slow down. Shutting down.
The dancing light filled her vision, then, and dimmed to black.
I tried, Sammy, I tried..
Gimme reviews, gimme reviews!!!! I mean, please, can I have some reviews? Well, I'm not posting 12 until I get at least 120! So review everyone!! Ja!
X~Aurora chan