Chapter 6
The days continued on dredfully slow after the harsh defeat to Clair. Many nights she laid awake, staring upon the eternal bed of stars, especialy one that shined brightly. She would even sometimes get up and play he pokeflute, or just lay and talk to that star. Although it comforted her to know Electra was still there in spirit, it pained her to never see the physical body, and to remember the aweful death she died under. And even though she'd gotten her revenge, it wasn't enough to ease her. She'd be going to the league without the oneshe started with, without the one she promised an honorable victory there. Her dreams were shattered like a glass dish after falling to the ground. Jolty was a great pokemon, extrodinary she was....but she wasn't Zuey's pokemon. The two boys never bothered her of the loss, not wanting to hurt her any further. She travled mostly in silence in the time it took to get to the League. Just about every town had heard of what happen, and they treated her with sympathy and respect. The day came at last when she reached her destination, the league. Many trainers were there, considering it was only a few days from the tornament. She registered she and the pokemon she was to use. Zapdos, Jolty, Eve, ChoCho, Agil, and Dasher, a Rapidash. The best of the best, that she was. None of these trainers were a challenge for her, they did not posses the skills to beat her. But..one did. Angel.
She grunted as she caught sight of him. His pretty boy self. Everyone knew what he was..it was obvious. Who couldn't tell from the way he dressed? That tight black mid drift under a silken white button up shirt that was always open, and tight black latex pants that hugged his slender, long legs. His beautiful mid-neck length greyish blue hair was always in such a cute style, and always shining. His eyes were as blue as the deep ocean itself. Although he liked to show himself off quite too much, he was an excillent trainer. He, too, was of the best of the best, and she had to beat him.
He looked her way. A bit of surprise and anger mixed within his gaze. He turned from his adoring crowed of both genders, and strode with the grace of a feline her way. She tightened her fists at his approach, refraining from striking him. Those azure eyes of his wandered down to Jolty, noticing the absence of Electra at her side.
"Did that electric spikeball of yours finally get some brains and leave you? Oh how sad, I think I might cry." He smirked sarcasticly.
That was it. Absolutely no one mocked Electra like that, in her presence or not. She lashed out a hand and grabbed him tightly by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to her face. Their noses nearly touched he was so close. The forest of green eyes of Zuey narrowed sharply as she hissed out her words.
"If you want the truth, pretty boy, Electra died under the wraith of Clair. And if you want to know what happen, that Dragonite of hers suffered an even more cruel fate."
His face went a bit blank. He blinked a few times as she pushed him away, turning away from him. Lance and Chris stood defensivly at her side, glaring at him with flaming eyes. Angel gazed down to his black shoes for a moment. It must have been horrible.
"I mean it when I say this, Zuey. I am sorry of your loss. It must be painful to lose her. I understood the strong friendship the two of you held, much like mine with Umbreon. But you remember this, one fault in the path will not stop you from going on. You've made it this far, and I expect a good battle." A smile slowly crept to his lips as he looked back up to her.
Slowly she turned back around. Was that him talking? All she usualy heard were insults and show offs. A sigh escaped her lips. He was right, she could not, and would not back down now.
"Indeed you shall get one, Angel. I suggest you watch out, for it'll be a battle for beloved Electra. Her spirit remained embedded within my heart, allowing me the strength you'd never imagine."
"Good, thats what I want. I should go train now...Umbreon isn't one to stay still for long."
He waved as he trotted off to his crowd, where Umbreon appeared, and then vanished out the door.
She sighed softly once more, and looked down to the gloomy Jolteon. Perhaps they should go do the same. Too many people were in the building. Zuey smiled slightly and led the way out the opposite door and onto the grassy training feild. Here she released all the pokemon she had with her, but made sure Angel was not in sight. Eve, ChoCho, and Dasher were secret weapons for him when the time came. Within minutes she called the command to begin, and that they did.
A good few hours, and then it was over. the pokemon were all tuckered out, and ready for a rest. She returned them to their balls and walked back inside to the convenient center. Nurse Joy gladly took them, and healed them all. Looking out the door, she and the ohers noticed it was getting dark. It seemed she'd be spending the night in the center.
That night she huddled down into the blanket Joy had given her. She dreamed rather unpleasent things. Electra by her side in the league, both of them being engolfed in a huge Hyper Beam. She awoke with a frightening start, sweating and panting. Jolty looked up to her with a confused, cocked head. After a few minutes, she calmed down, but didn't lay back down. Instead, she got up and wandered around the league building. All the shops were closed. When she passed a door, she had to stop to see what was going on outside. It was Angel. Her eyes grew wide at the scene. Behind his back were a pair of beautiful white feathered wings which were outstreched. He sat on a semi-small boulder, elbows on knees, and his face in hs hands. It looked like he was sobbing. She wouldn't doubt if he was. Looking around to make sure no one else was around, she slipped outside and silently went to sit by his side. the wings..they were so beautiful. They were so big he could probably blanket her in them. A pale, trembling hand of hers was gently placed upon one. It was real. He jumped at the startling touch, looking at her with tears streaming from his beautiful eyes.
They both sat in silence for a time, just staring at eachother, as if mind speaking. She finally broke the silence, stroking a feathered wing once more.
"Tell me..."
The days continued on dredfully slow after the harsh defeat to Clair. Many nights she laid awake, staring upon the eternal bed of stars, especialy one that shined brightly. She would even sometimes get up and play he pokeflute, or just lay and talk to that star. Although it comforted her to know Electra was still there in spirit, it pained her to never see the physical body, and to remember the aweful death she died under. And even though she'd gotten her revenge, it wasn't enough to ease her. She'd be going to the league without the oneshe started with, without the one she promised an honorable victory there. Her dreams were shattered like a glass dish after falling to the ground. Jolty was a great pokemon, extrodinary she was....but she wasn't Zuey's pokemon. The two boys never bothered her of the loss, not wanting to hurt her any further. She travled mostly in silence in the time it took to get to the League. Just about every town had heard of what happen, and they treated her with sympathy and respect. The day came at last when she reached her destination, the league. Many trainers were there, considering it was only a few days from the tornament. She registered she and the pokemon she was to use. Zapdos, Jolty, Eve, ChoCho, Agil, and Dasher, a Rapidash. The best of the best, that she was. None of these trainers were a challenge for her, they did not posses the skills to beat her. But..one did. Angel.
She grunted as she caught sight of him. His pretty boy self. Everyone knew what he was..it was obvious. Who couldn't tell from the way he dressed? That tight black mid drift under a silken white button up shirt that was always open, and tight black latex pants that hugged his slender, long legs. His beautiful mid-neck length greyish blue hair was always in such a cute style, and always shining. His eyes were as blue as the deep ocean itself. Although he liked to show himself off quite too much, he was an excillent trainer. He, too, was of the best of the best, and she had to beat him.
He looked her way. A bit of surprise and anger mixed within his gaze. He turned from his adoring crowed of both genders, and strode with the grace of a feline her way. She tightened her fists at his approach, refraining from striking him. Those azure eyes of his wandered down to Jolty, noticing the absence of Electra at her side.
"Did that electric spikeball of yours finally get some brains and leave you? Oh how sad, I think I might cry." He smirked sarcasticly.
That was it. Absolutely no one mocked Electra like that, in her presence or not. She lashed out a hand and grabbed him tightly by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to her face. Their noses nearly touched he was so close. The forest of green eyes of Zuey narrowed sharply as she hissed out her words.
"If you want the truth, pretty boy, Electra died under the wraith of Clair. And if you want to know what happen, that Dragonite of hers suffered an even more cruel fate."
His face went a bit blank. He blinked a few times as she pushed him away, turning away from him. Lance and Chris stood defensivly at her side, glaring at him with flaming eyes. Angel gazed down to his black shoes for a moment. It must have been horrible.
"I mean it when I say this, Zuey. I am sorry of your loss. It must be painful to lose her. I understood the strong friendship the two of you held, much like mine with Umbreon. But you remember this, one fault in the path will not stop you from going on. You've made it this far, and I expect a good battle." A smile slowly crept to his lips as he looked back up to her.
Slowly she turned back around. Was that him talking? All she usualy heard were insults and show offs. A sigh escaped her lips. He was right, she could not, and would not back down now.
"Indeed you shall get one, Angel. I suggest you watch out, for it'll be a battle for beloved Electra. Her spirit remained embedded within my heart, allowing me the strength you'd never imagine."
"Good, thats what I want. I should go train now...Umbreon isn't one to stay still for long."
He waved as he trotted off to his crowd, where Umbreon appeared, and then vanished out the door.
She sighed softly once more, and looked down to the gloomy Jolteon. Perhaps they should go do the same. Too many people were in the building. Zuey smiled slightly and led the way out the opposite door and onto the grassy training feild. Here she released all the pokemon she had with her, but made sure Angel was not in sight. Eve, ChoCho, and Dasher were secret weapons for him when the time came. Within minutes she called the command to begin, and that they did.
A good few hours, and then it was over. the pokemon were all tuckered out, and ready for a rest. She returned them to their balls and walked back inside to the convenient center. Nurse Joy gladly took them, and healed them all. Looking out the door, she and the ohers noticed it was getting dark. It seemed she'd be spending the night in the center.
That night she huddled down into the blanket Joy had given her. She dreamed rather unpleasent things. Electra by her side in the league, both of them being engolfed in a huge Hyper Beam. She awoke with a frightening start, sweating and panting. Jolty looked up to her with a confused, cocked head. After a few minutes, she calmed down, but didn't lay back down. Instead, she got up and wandered around the league building. All the shops were closed. When she passed a door, she had to stop to see what was going on outside. It was Angel. Her eyes grew wide at the scene. Behind his back were a pair of beautiful white feathered wings which were outstreched. He sat on a semi-small boulder, elbows on knees, and his face in hs hands. It looked like he was sobbing. She wouldn't doubt if he was. Looking around to make sure no one else was around, she slipped outside and silently went to sit by his side. the wings..they were so beautiful. They were so big he could probably blanket her in them. A pale, trembling hand of hers was gently placed upon one. It was real. He jumped at the startling touch, looking at her with tears streaming from his beautiful eyes.
They both sat in silence for a time, just staring at eachother, as if mind speaking. She finally broke the silence, stroking a feathered wing once more.
"Tell me..."