By Sheik Lovin' 'I LIVE! BWAHAHAHAHA!' Rose-chan
Disclaimer: Nintendo owns my immortal soul. A lesser being such as myself is unworthy of the greatness that is Pokemon. All hail Nintendo. /Fangirl
You all thought this was dead, didn't you? Didn't you? Don't lie. I've seen you.
This instalment came about in a strange occurrence of events. First, I capture Raikou in FireRed – while Surfing to Cinnabar. Then, at 3 AM, after weeks of being stuck on Cacturne and Metagross and Arcanine – wham. Fic idea. Along with a really weird Mega Man X AU thing which has been bugging me for a while but I will mercifully not share with you on account of me sucking. And liking the series solely because Zero is teh pwn. And the probability of no one knowing what the hell I'm talking about.
Muses. Sadistic bastards, all of them.
Not-really-super-long-but-longer-than-normal chapter of death, attack!
Run All The Way - Ride The Lightning - Innocent WaterMy howls of victory echo into the sky as my beaten opponent drags himself off, grateful for his miserable life. Blasts of fire shoot into the heavens, accompanying my triumphant display and daring anything to even try and challenge me. A few have, in what I assume to be fits of insanity. They regret it.
Less and less are taking up the challenge these days. Since my release from the accursed prison I have not had one good fight. I almost miss my family, which is madness. I can't even begin to count the number of earth shattering and downright brutal fights I had with my brother; we were just lucky Suicune was such a good healer.
I remember how everything about Raikou maddened me. How annoying his voice was, how blindingly yellow his fur was, how whenever he took a step there'd be the crackle, crack of electricity shooting from his paws. It aggravated me to no end, and we always ended up fighting, Suicune knowing better than to get in the way and settling for healing us up afterwards so that we could fight again. Come to think of it, she always healed him first…
Point is, I've not had one decent fight since I've gotten free of the stone. It's depressing. It's also suddenly and inexplicably made me terribly thirsty. Sniffing around, I locate a nearby pond and start towards it. When I see the occupant of the clearing, it stops me more effectively than any other force on earth could have.
I remember seeing it for the first time, when I had nowhere left to run and the land suddenly stopped to be replaced by an endless mass of churning blue. Miles and miles of nothing but ocean, of sights and sounds and smells I had never encountered before. It was unreal; I was certain I was hallucinating at first, but it was as blessedly real as the earth and the dirt and the lightning underneath my paws.
I wanted it. It was a challenge, the only place I had left to go. But I could not have it; the beach was always swarming with loud, annoying humans. I hate being watched, and I am not stupid enough to wander into a human pack. I was trapped in stone for Lugia knows how many years, but I know humans. How they point and scream at you when you are minding your own business. How they have strange devices they throw at you that make everything go dark, and during a terrifying few seconds of desperate struggling you think you will be trapped forever. My experience with humans has not been pretty, and I have no desire to repeat it.
Tonight, it is different. The beach is deserted; the silent waves reflect the full moon's soft light. Tonight, no humans will stand in my way. I only have a theory, but I have been testing it on land and it appears to work. Tonight, I shall have the ocean.
I like this pond. It is deep, and it is clear – of course it is, I made it that way – and, most of all, it is away from my brothers. Away from the terrible tension that is always there whenever they are near each other, and how it is always Entei who initiates it. Away from the awful screeches and roars and howls as they bite and claw at each other. It is pure heaven.
I close my eyes and sigh, leaning my head between my paws. I want to stay here forever, completely undisturbed by anyone. I want time to stop and freeze me in this moment. I can almost hear them now, roaring at each other as they try to rip each other's throat out.
I will not be there to heal them this time. I don't know why I did, all those times; we all knew they'd just fight again. But I'd heal them, and silently beg for them to stop, and they never would. And now I am free.
My contented purr, the sound of me finally at peace, is abruptly stopped when something crashes through the trees into my clearing. I force myself to remain clam, coolly gazing at the newcomer, who has stopped in his tracks and is regretting his actions.
It isn't. It can't be. We should be at opposite sides of the world. But there she is, gazing at me as if I am a rat instead of the Legendary Beast of Fire. I rally myself and make my legs move forward, as they have decided they no longer function as legs. We hold the eye contact, neither of us wanting to lose the silent battle. After an eternity, I come to stand in front of my sister, who would likely prefer it if I was dead. Too bad for her.
"So this is where you've been hiding?" All hail Entei, Master of Ways to Stupidly Start a Conversation With Your Sister Who Probably Hates You, and Now You Think About it You Can't Really Blame Her.
"Yes," she says simply, dropping her gaze, apparently finding her paws more interesting than her brother. "It is a novel place. It is quiet. I am not sure you know the meaning of the word."
"I have heard of this quiet," I reply, altogether too stiffly, but determined not to admit defeat. "I am not sure I would like it."
She gives a bitter laugh devoid of humour. "Yes. That doesn't surprise me." She turns her eyes to me, eyes that are hollow and hurting and without emotion. "Why have you come here?"
"I was thirsty," is my lame retort. I notice the pond Suicune has been lying next to for the first time. "I smelt the water."
She gives a disapproving sound, as if the mere thought of me drinking from her perfect, crystal clear water was too revolting for words. Nevertheless, she gestures with her head towards the pool before turning away so she does not have to watch.
"It is not my water," she says, although the tone of the voice suggests very clearly that it is. "Take it."
I nod gratefully and move towards the pond, noting her disapproving glance before she pointedly doesn't look at me. The water is cool and sweet and a thousand words I cannot think of. I refrain from greedily slurping, as I normally would have, and when I am finished my face is soaked but it is worth it.
"Thank you." The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them, and she looks at me as if I have grown another head. But a glimmer of a smile is on her face, and suddenly I an absurdly happy. I turn to go, wondering what the hell has happened and if I am dreaming, when she calls out to me for a final time.
"Goodbye." I turn to look at her and nod, before majestically striding out into my domain, where there are no bitter sisters or irritating younger brothers.
I am not sure which I prefer.
The Gods have blessed me. There is actually a storm, coming out of nowhere but I am not complaining. I stride purposefully towards the shore, building up the lightning as I make my way to my goal. I had been able to walk on it before; if it went to plan, I would be able cross and claim the ocean at last. I stop at the water's edge, everything – the noise, the tension, the lightning – building up until with one massive thunderclap everything explodes, am I am howling with joy as I race across the dark turmoil below me, illuminated by constant bursts of electricity. I do not think about land, or what will happen when I get tired. I keep running, truly a sight to behold were anyone around to see.
This is beyond any feeling anyone has ever felt in the history of the world. It has run screaming past 'adrenaline' and is making its way to unexplored continents, mapping them out for future generations.
None of that matters. There is me, there is the darkness, and there is the storm. The perfect union. I will never feel like this again, and as I run drunk on my own power I do not care. I do not care if I survive or not, do not care if I find land before becoming tired. 'Tired' is impossible. 'Tired' is not an option. It does not exist. Nothing else does.
Tonight, the ocean is mine.
I watch him go, wondering what spirit has possessed me recently. I will have to cleanse the water, of course – I cannot bear to even think about drinking from it now. Why did I not turn him away? Not that he'd have listened, but I should have at least made the effort. I shake my head, turn to my pool, step one foot in it and concentrate. It becomes even clearer than before, and I settle down once again, undisturbed in my personal heaven. No angry screams, no whimpers of defeat or groans of pain. Just pure, blissful silence. I have found my resting place, where I shall live out my days.
I am sure I will not regret it.
Is it just me, or was Entei's personality totally ripped off from Blaziken? And I don't know what the hell's up with this fic. It just…happened. (That's my excuse for a lot of things, isn't it?)
In other news, Zero is the greatest character in existence. He jointly owns my soul.
