disclamer: pokemon does not belong to me...blah blah blah...however, tomiko does!
Author's Notes: First one that I actually had the guts to send in...however, i really hope that maybe i can actually finish it...
[…] = poke'mon translations
//…// = thoughts of poke'mon/people/etc to others, in other words, telepathy.
..:: the dreamer's dream ::..
I found myself underwater…watching the sky as it fell. I really don't know what that really was, I really didn't think the sky was falling, but it did look that way. It was as if…well I dunno. It really just looked like something really big was flying over the water. That was basically it. I just wanted to say the sky was falling because it sounded cool. And since I was one of those not-so-cool people…and well, I just wanted to sound cool. So that was that. Now that we get that out of the way, on to the rest of my dream. Oh wait, you weren't supposed to know that yet…damn. Grr…see how I mess everything up? But anyway!
I could see the shadow falling through the filter of blue, just able to see the bits of golden feathers pierce through the cloud of my vision. I saw one of the few golden feathers drop down gracefully, spinning as it came down. I would always wake up at that time, not really knowing what happened. I know, sounds pretty pointless for now. Yeah, I thought so too. But now it really doesn't seem that way. It seems so much more than a simple petty dream. It meant something. Usually, it never did, especially not to me. Back then I didn't know that I would be caught up into something that I really couldn't control.
xoxo
I was awake first thing next morning, could sleep really. What else was I supposed to do? It would be my first day as a poke'mon trainer! I would be able to get my first poke'mon from professor elm by tomorrow…I really don't know what I'm going to choose…fire, water, or grass? Hmm…hard choice really. Well I guess I don't really care as long as I can get someone I can rely on. I don't really care if it's sort of weak. I just need some one that I can really depend on if I really need to. I don't want someone that will just run away and leave me when I really do need them…then what?
I dragged myself out of bed, slipping on a messy T-shirt and a pair of jeans from a small pile of clothes. The rest of my clothing was neatly packed in a backpack. The only thing else I really had was a thin denim jacket to wear, just incase it ever got cold.
I really was surprised though, when I found out that my mom actually let me out. She was just a little bit overprotective…and I didn't blame her for it. There were just times when it became just too annoying to handle. And then that's the time when I would get pissed off. She didn't really even trust me out with my friends…it was that annoying. It even got to the point where she would constantly ask where I was going and with who…it would be nice if I actually got just a little bit of trust for once.
Trust is what everything was built on. Trust. If you break that trust, everything would be lost, spirit broken, unable to ever rise up to what you were, ever again. Never. That would never happen to the poke'mon that I would get. I wont let it. I promised myself that. And yet…I didn't know that it would be much more than I could handle. And a promise…it had to be kept…that was how I got dragged into the whole thing…because of that one little promise.
xoxo
I found myself walking down the stairs. There she was, just waiting for me. She didn't say anything. And she knew that I wouldn't either. It's times like this where it was just unbearable. Why couldn't we act like a normal family? Because we couldn't. Because we really weren't. Denying it would be completely oblivious. I tried to get the words of my last farewell out of my mouth, but surprisingly nothing came out, just one little tired and emotionless "goodbye." That's how it always was. There wasn't much more conversation than that in the house. I didn't expect it there to be.
I walked out the door, putting aside the feeling of uneasiness as I walked myself up to the lab. I knocked, no one answered. Professor Elm was up to something again. I was just about to knock again when a tired looking assistant answered the door rather hastily. "Hello, Tomiko! Come in! Quickly now!"
"Gee, since when did you little sidekicks become so annoying?" I yelled at the assistant, who responded to my remark with a rather questioning look.
"Hey, you can't blame us though! We've been busy!" A lanky man sporting crooked, nearly broken glasses walked into the room, looking as though he hadn't had any sleep for months. Dark circles ran around his eyes, making him look that much worse. It was surprising to see the professor in this condition. It was surprising to see the professor this way. Looking like that it made me question if he was doing his work well. I mean, what if he screws up and ends up killing a poke'mon or something? And what if that would be MY poke'mon?
"Uh…professor…" I paused for a moment, I was still trying to take in his state and condition. "You…look kind of tired…don't you?"
"Um…yeah…maybe just a little…" Elm scratched his head and led me into the main room. Inside there were three poke'balls, resting peacefully on a counter. I had expected to see two more trainers waiting for their poke'mon here as well…and yet I was faced with three.
"Huh?" I had recognized two of the three, they both lived in this town, and yet, the third…I had never seen him before. I really didn't like him as soon as I saw him. I don't know what it really was…the messy hair…the brooding figure…the taunting sneer, the once that swept across his face the moment that I stepped into the room. I forced myself to ignore it…all that mattered now was that I get my poke'mon, and all I knew was that there were three of them and four of us. And I knew I was going to get one. Even if I had to go through one of the others. It didn't matter anymore.
Elm was somewhere in the mess of papers, eventually throwing around one of them as he swam through the garbage. It wasn't a pretty scene. Finally he came back out and scratched his head. It's one of these times where I thought he was just a little bit dull to be working in a lab. One of the assistants were probably more careful than this guy. I shook my head. "Well, it looks like we have more trainers than we have poke'mon…" I grumbled. This guy just noticed? "In a situation like this the people that came earliest were to take their pick first."
That did it. I was mad. I couldn't understand this guy. "What are you talking about? One of these dudes don't even live here!" I pointed to the boy that had given me that sneer when I walked into the room.
"Oh…you mean Koji. Well…actually he does. He just moved here yesterday."
"But you said that I would be able to go…remember! You promised me! Last year, the same thing happened, and I wasn't able to go because there were too many people! And what about the year before that? The same thing happened! Year after year you make these promises that you aren't able to keep! Why even bother to make them if you don't keep them? I don't understand why I even have to take this crap! You leave me out of everything? What is it? Do you make a pact with my mom to make me stay here and not go? I cant believe this!!"
I really didn't mean to say that whole mess when I was there. I didn't mean to yell when I was there. I didn't mean to cry when all those other people were around. I found myself running out of the room from the humiliation. It was pretty stupid really. Every year I would run out like this, and the neighbors already knew me for that. Every year I would come to try, every year I would fail and be betrayed. It was funny how every year I still come back and forgive him, hoping to try again. The cycle of horror repeats. Sometimes I wondered how long I would be doing this. Maybe until I was twenty? Or longer even. Hard to tell really.
I had went off to take a walk, get away from new bark for a while, I was really getting sick of this place. The smell of it began to be unbearable.
Author's Notes: First one that I actually had the guts to send in...however, i really hope that maybe i can actually finish it...
[…] = poke'mon translations
//…// = thoughts of poke'mon/people/etc to others, in other words, telepathy.
..:: the dreamer's dream ::..
I found myself underwater…watching the sky as it fell. I really don't know what that really was, I really didn't think the sky was falling, but it did look that way. It was as if…well I dunno. It really just looked like something really big was flying over the water. That was basically it. I just wanted to say the sky was falling because it sounded cool. And since I was one of those not-so-cool people…and well, I just wanted to sound cool. So that was that. Now that we get that out of the way, on to the rest of my dream. Oh wait, you weren't supposed to know that yet…damn. Grr…see how I mess everything up? But anyway!
I could see the shadow falling through the filter of blue, just able to see the bits of golden feathers pierce through the cloud of my vision. I saw one of the few golden feathers drop down gracefully, spinning as it came down. I would always wake up at that time, not really knowing what happened. I know, sounds pretty pointless for now. Yeah, I thought so too. But now it really doesn't seem that way. It seems so much more than a simple petty dream. It meant something. Usually, it never did, especially not to me. Back then I didn't know that I would be caught up into something that I really couldn't control.
xoxo
I was awake first thing next morning, could sleep really. What else was I supposed to do? It would be my first day as a poke'mon trainer! I would be able to get my first poke'mon from professor elm by tomorrow…I really don't know what I'm going to choose…fire, water, or grass? Hmm…hard choice really. Well I guess I don't really care as long as I can get someone I can rely on. I don't really care if it's sort of weak. I just need some one that I can really depend on if I really need to. I don't want someone that will just run away and leave me when I really do need them…then what?
I dragged myself out of bed, slipping on a messy T-shirt and a pair of jeans from a small pile of clothes. The rest of my clothing was neatly packed in a backpack. The only thing else I really had was a thin denim jacket to wear, just incase it ever got cold.
I really was surprised though, when I found out that my mom actually let me out. She was just a little bit overprotective…and I didn't blame her for it. There were just times when it became just too annoying to handle. And then that's the time when I would get pissed off. She didn't really even trust me out with my friends…it was that annoying. It even got to the point where she would constantly ask where I was going and with who…it would be nice if I actually got just a little bit of trust for once.
Trust is what everything was built on. Trust. If you break that trust, everything would be lost, spirit broken, unable to ever rise up to what you were, ever again. Never. That would never happen to the poke'mon that I would get. I wont let it. I promised myself that. And yet…I didn't know that it would be much more than I could handle. And a promise…it had to be kept…that was how I got dragged into the whole thing…because of that one little promise.
xoxo
I found myself walking down the stairs. There she was, just waiting for me. She didn't say anything. And she knew that I wouldn't either. It's times like this where it was just unbearable. Why couldn't we act like a normal family? Because we couldn't. Because we really weren't. Denying it would be completely oblivious. I tried to get the words of my last farewell out of my mouth, but surprisingly nothing came out, just one little tired and emotionless "goodbye." That's how it always was. There wasn't much more conversation than that in the house. I didn't expect it there to be.
I walked out the door, putting aside the feeling of uneasiness as I walked myself up to the lab. I knocked, no one answered. Professor Elm was up to something again. I was just about to knock again when a tired looking assistant answered the door rather hastily. "Hello, Tomiko! Come in! Quickly now!"
"Gee, since when did you little sidekicks become so annoying?" I yelled at the assistant, who responded to my remark with a rather questioning look.
"Hey, you can't blame us though! We've been busy!" A lanky man sporting crooked, nearly broken glasses walked into the room, looking as though he hadn't had any sleep for months. Dark circles ran around his eyes, making him look that much worse. It was surprising to see the professor in this condition. It was surprising to see the professor this way. Looking like that it made me question if he was doing his work well. I mean, what if he screws up and ends up killing a poke'mon or something? And what if that would be MY poke'mon?
"Uh…professor…" I paused for a moment, I was still trying to take in his state and condition. "You…look kind of tired…don't you?"
"Um…yeah…maybe just a little…" Elm scratched his head and led me into the main room. Inside there were three poke'balls, resting peacefully on a counter. I had expected to see two more trainers waiting for their poke'mon here as well…and yet I was faced with three.
"Huh?" I had recognized two of the three, they both lived in this town, and yet, the third…I had never seen him before. I really didn't like him as soon as I saw him. I don't know what it really was…the messy hair…the brooding figure…the taunting sneer, the once that swept across his face the moment that I stepped into the room. I forced myself to ignore it…all that mattered now was that I get my poke'mon, and all I knew was that there were three of them and four of us. And I knew I was going to get one. Even if I had to go through one of the others. It didn't matter anymore.
Elm was somewhere in the mess of papers, eventually throwing around one of them as he swam through the garbage. It wasn't a pretty scene. Finally he came back out and scratched his head. It's one of these times where I thought he was just a little bit dull to be working in a lab. One of the assistants were probably more careful than this guy. I shook my head. "Well, it looks like we have more trainers than we have poke'mon…" I grumbled. This guy just noticed? "In a situation like this the people that came earliest were to take their pick first."
That did it. I was mad. I couldn't understand this guy. "What are you talking about? One of these dudes don't even live here!" I pointed to the boy that had given me that sneer when I walked into the room.
"Oh…you mean Koji. Well…actually he does. He just moved here yesterday."
"But you said that I would be able to go…remember! You promised me! Last year, the same thing happened, and I wasn't able to go because there were too many people! And what about the year before that? The same thing happened! Year after year you make these promises that you aren't able to keep! Why even bother to make them if you don't keep them? I don't understand why I even have to take this crap! You leave me out of everything? What is it? Do you make a pact with my mom to make me stay here and not go? I cant believe this!!"
I really didn't mean to say that whole mess when I was there. I didn't mean to yell when I was there. I didn't mean to cry when all those other people were around. I found myself running out of the room from the humiliation. It was pretty stupid really. Every year I would run out like this, and the neighbors already knew me for that. Every year I would come to try, every year I would fail and be betrayed. It was funny how every year I still come back and forgive him, hoping to try again. The cycle of horror repeats. Sometimes I wondered how long I would be doing this. Maybe until I was twenty? Or longer even. Hard to tell really.
I had went off to take a walk, get away from new bark for a while, I was really getting sick of this place. The smell of it began to be unbearable.