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A blurred light and a gloomy room...it must have been really early...
Yellow rubbed her head. The pain was so intense that she could hardly feel anything. The room looked normal to her, just as it had looked the night before.
It took her a few minutes to realize that she was lying on the rough nylon carpet. She slowly stood up. What had happened?
Then she remembered the dream. She couldn't decide what to think about it. It meant something...but to whom?
Yellow crossed over to the window. It was raining. It spread over the city in dense sheets, making everything look grey, it made everything look so...
...Sad...
But the rain always makes you sad. It was just rain. It didn't usually make a difference to what was going on, did it?
Yellow looked out of the window for a few minutes longer. Her view was of the entire city, and the lake leading to he Dragon's Den in the distance. Then she stared. There was a Dragonair leering over the water. She could see the jewel on its throat gleaming with intense, angry blue light...
"Strange," Yellow breathed. "Is it causing the rain?"
The Dragonair swayed around like a tornado. Yellow turned away and plodded towards the door.
"Well...I'd better be going..."
There was no reply. She felt lonely for a few seconds, then sighed and continued to walk away. Outside, the rain splattered down her clothing as she slowly wandered down the street, away from her worries.
Clair woke up suddenly from a terrible dream. She had seen Lance again.
Deep down in her heart she still held a painful mourning of her cousin's disappearance. They said who was in charge of the Pikachu, and all the details of what had happened that day...she hadn't immediately thought how empty the incident made her feel.
He had disappeared and after all these years, what was the chance that he was alive? Clair held out no hope. She let out a shuddering breath but her eyes remained dry.
Clair pulled on some casual clothes and stepped outside. The rain drenched her to her skin immediately, but she didn't care. She shuffled down the street, and listened as a Dragonair made a high pitched call that echoed around the area.
Yellow shivered underneath a doorway and tried to wring out her soaking ponytail. She had picked the wrong time to step outside. The streets were deserted and it was throwing it down now.
The Dragonair she had seen before cried somewhere in the distance.
The cloud was starting to get lower and the road became foggy. Yellow saw a hunchbacked silhouette glided by. She called out to it.
"HEY!"
The person looked around and revealed herself to be Clair. She jogged towards the doorway.
"Yellow...why are you in this rain?" She asked in a quiet, depressed tone.
"I need to get out of the city." Yellow said.
"Why? We haven't had a battle yet!" Clair cried.
"I know. But if it makes you feel any better, I can tell you that I'm doing it for someone you love." Yellow said. She stepped out into the rain and began to move back into the gloom.
"Wait!" Clair called. Yellow looked back. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm going." Yellow replied coldly.
"Why?" Clair yelled, getting irritated.
"Last night I saw the darkest secrets of someone that I've never understood before in a dream." Yellow said. "And I shouldn't have."
"You're not making any sense!" Clair roared in frustration. "Stop being so abstract and just tell me!"
Yellow stood opposite her for about 5 minutes, looking into the confused and emotional expression on Clair's face. She couldn't just say it. She could see that Clair had been thinking about her cousin. It still upset her, what had happened.
Yellow felt an embarrassment and a guilty conscience inside her; all she had done for these people was cause them pain, when really she was only one person and had to endure so little in comparison.
In reality, she had put a stopper in someone's ultimate aims when she didn't even know why he had them...
Now she had found out why by invading his personal memory.
It had never occurred to her that he must be suffering from the same uncomfortable memories that she was having...
As she looked up into Clair's confused expression and realized the mourning that she was feeling, Yellow thought that there was at least something she could do now to ease both Dragon trainers' pain.
"Lance isn't dead." she said, looking at the ground.
The rain continued to spread over everything, almost blocking Clair from view. The Blackthorn city gym leader stood like a statue just a few metres away. There was a static silence.
"How." Clair said, "How do you know. You have no proof. There's nothing. Nothing. Why would you care anyway? You almost killed him for crying out loud!"
Yellow jumped at Clair's sudden change of temper. "I thought you would be relieved to know..."
"To be honest with you," the Dragon trainer snapped, "I'd rather he was dead, for his own good. Your goals get destroyed by some...kid...then you have to live with that for the rest of your life. Is that how you would choose for it to be?"
Yellow glared at her. "I can't believe you..." she whispered, "I gave Lance my word that I would tell you. Do you think he would expect you to get all upset..."
Clair was staring at her. "You've met Lance again. How did he tell you? YOU of all people, talking to him? It's an outrage!" Clair shrieked.
"You don't understand, Clair..."
"Why do YOU get to speak to him?"
"You don't understand what's happening! You don't understand what pain I'm going through myself!" Yellow wailed, forgetting what she had thought to herself before. "If you'd let me explain..."
"Ok. Fire away." Clair spat and folded her arms.
Yellow sighed. "When I arrived in Blackthorn city, I felt a strange presence; in my mind...it was Lance. He told me that the day we battled over Cerise Island, a connection was made between us..."
"Oh my..."
"I didn't say it was a friendly connection! But now I'm in Blackthorn city, living alongside his family members, the connection is complete again. Our Viridian Power is linked until I leave the city."
"But now you are leaving!" Clair snapped when she had finished, "GOOD! Leave us alone! Never come back! You caused us enough pain. From now on, the official colour that Dragon trainers will fear is yellow. The word 'Yellow' will be added to my list of forbidden words."
"Fine." Yellow said, confidently, though deep down Clair's words had hurt her. "I will continue to loathe the Dragon type with a passion."
Clair smirked. "But first, we owe each other a battle. However, since we hate each other, I can't promise a gym badge."
"I don't care." Yellow said. "Very well. You're on."
The rain slowly cleared up. Yellow wandered the streets of Blackthorn nervously. No dragon trainer was on her side. For the first time since she arrived, Yellow felt like a misfit, a foreigner. Lance still remained silent.
As Yellow sat outside the gym, the tears welled up in her eyes. There was nothing she could do right for these people. Back on Cerise Island it had started with a misunderstanding. Everything she did was a mistake or misunderstanding.
Suddenly the gym doors were flung open and Clair stood there in her full Dragon trainer's attire, cape billowing out in the breeze. Yellow stood up opposite her, and both of the trainers glared daggers at each other like rivals.
For the second time in her life, Yellow's battle against the Dragons was about to commence.
Aerocky: o.o Cool...
DE: (grins) You like?
Aerocky: No. (eats sellotape)