THAT SYLVEON
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Good morning/afternoon/evening, depending on the time that you're reading this. A big thanks to the spectacular Luanastar for helping out on the last chapter, since there was no way that I was ever going to be able to update before the end of the year. Speaking of which, I really do trust that you all had a merry Christmas, as well as a happy new year. Why don't we kick 2018 off with a new chapter?
Awesome Sawss/Luanastar do not own Pokemon at all.
One prolonged blink turned into a deep sleep, and Anais was back on the shore of the roaring waves and the bawling skies. Screams and shrieks for help rang between her ears like an alarm with no snooze button. A look to her right gave her a view of a Blaziken with tears in his eyes.
"Why did you kill him, Anais!? I'll never forgive you!"
Anais turned around, performing a full 180 to give her some distance away from the fire type. Yet, Barry then occupied the space in front of her after turning, repeating the same cry of speech again.
"Why'd you kill him, Anais!?" he screamed again, and again. Anais could only slam the sides of her head with her paws.
"SHUT UP! I DIDN'T KILL HIM!" she retaliated, pushing the Blaziken away with her ribbons. Yet, that would not stop the adamant Barry.
"You did. I saw it with my own eyes." gravely spoke Barry, not taking a second to blink nor shake his glare on the Sylveon. "Now everyone knows that you're the one who killed Nester. You're a murderer, Anais."
Anais' short temper proved to be even shorter, as her retort consisted of her darting at the Blaziken to tackle him to the ground. Now that she had him pinned, Barry looked at her in the eye, whispering a cold command.
"Go on, Anais: Kill me, as you did Nester. Splatter your own cousin's blood on your paws."
Gritting her teeth, Anais felt that the temptation was irresistible; she leaned over and sunk her canines into Barry's throat, finally experiencing that sense of closure upon that chapter of her life. The taste of fresh, young blood set upon Anais' taste buds while she gnawed on the Blaziken's flesh, putting an end to his fragile life after Barry coughed and sputtered his way down death's corridor.
Eventually, Anais let up on her feed, looking at the masterpiece she made out of the Blaziken, whose neck was ripped to complete shreds. However, one blink was all it took for the Sylveon to realise what she had done.
"Oh, no… No, NO, NO!"
"NO NO NO!" squealed Anais, careering out of her bed covers. Lola, who was peacefully on her phone, until now.
"Woah, what the heck is wrong with you, Ann?!" yelled Lola, sitting up once more from her bed. "You nearly made me drop my damn phone."
Groaning, Anais put a paw to rest on her forehead. "Ugh, just shut up, Lola. I had a really bad nightmare, and I… I just don't know what to do. I need someone to talk to."
Lola put her phone (and other needs) aside for now. "Oh, right. Well, talk to me, Ann. I can tell this Nester thing is seriously eating you up… And not in the good kind."
"No kidding. Listen, I really need to talk to Barry, so do you have his number?" asked Anais, flopping back onto her bed.
"Barry's number? Heck, I didn't even know he had a cellphone, let alone his number. Plus, aren't you his cousin? Why don't you have his number?" questioned Lola, cocking her head at an angle.
"You'd be surprised; I never knew he had a phone until a few weeks ago." Anais replied, before coming up with an idea. "It's fine. I guess I could just send Fraiser Furble a text message, and see if he's able to talk, and maybe get Barry over here too; He doesn't know that it was us who did it, right?"
"M'kay."
Anais' digits went to tapping on her phone, sending the Furfrou a text message. The text was sent, but Anais wasn't notified whether it was read or not. So, she waited… And, she waited some more… Of course, there was a lot of waiting involved here…
"Anais, did he pick up?" asked Lola, scratching behind her twitchy ear. "You've been waiting for quite a while, you know."
"Gee, how did you find that out, Scooby-Dewgong? That guy hasn't even seen my message yet." huffed the Sylveon, worriedly looking through her other contacts. "I'm just… So impatient. I'll call my aunt instead, because I don't want to have to be calling Fraiser just hear his annoying voice."
There was a time and place for everything, especially when it came to making snide, cheeky comments. But, when you were around someone like Anais and her mood was like this, it was always better to be safe than sorry. Lola stood up from her bed, wishing that this very resort trip would come to an end.
"Alright, Ann. I'm gonna go and get something to eat." declared Lola, heading toward the door. "Call me if anything goes up."
Anais nodded, and bid her best friend a goodbye. Next, she dialled the number to the only aunt that really and truly understands how a teenage mind operates, despite her age: Aunt Jasmine.
The line rang for a few seconds, before it became live with the Lucario's voice on the other end of the call.
"Hello, Bursyamo residence; Jasmine speaking."
"Hello? Hello?! Aunt Jasmine, is that you?" asked Anais. She already knew the answer, but it never hurt just to be sure.
"Yes, Anais, it's me, calm down. You're yelling as if you're on fire, Ann." spoke Jasmine, clearly in a hurry to get somewhere.
If Anais was being real to herself, she may as well be on fire with the amount of trouble she'd be in if anyone knew. "Uh, sorry. Do you have a minute?"
A nearly inaudible moan came through the speaker of the phone, but Anais could've sworn that she heard Jasmine do more than just reply.
"Of course, what's going on?"
Anais scratched her head; There was never really a time where she'd feel uncomfortable talking about her personal life with Aunt Jasmine. The Lucario may as well have been her mother, with the number of things that she knew about the Sylveon. However, this one situation seemed to be an exception; Sweat abseiled down the Fairy type's fair cheeks, and goosebumps popped up from within the flesh in her forearms.
"What do you know about getting over depression?" Anais asked, closing her eyes and waiting for a response.
Some sort of half-hearted gasp came from the other end of the line. "Depression?! Oh damn, Anais… Please don't tell me that Barry's under the weather, now."
Anais rolled her eyes. There was no way of Jasmine seeing her snarky display, which was mainly why she did in the first place. "Of course not, Aunt J. The day that Barry's upset is the day that there exists a fire and grass type. To be honest, I'm the one who's depressed."
"Ohh… That's a relief. So what's biting your rear end, Ann?" asked Jasmine, who didn't really realise what she had just implied there.
"Ugh, it's just…" Anais hesitated, reminding herself of how diligent she had to be when talking with the Lucario. "Have you ever felt guilty doing something before?"
"Yeah, too many to count." huffed Jasmine. Anais smiled softly, now knowing that her aunt Jasmine would understand without a doubt. "Well, I don't necessarily feel guilty doing anything, but I've done my share of careless acts before in my life."
"Really? Like what?"
"Hmm… Well, there was a time where I flirted with your dad once. It was pretty funny." spoke Jasmine, laughing into her microphone. Meanwhile, Anais was urged to chuck her phone into the wall as soon as she heard that gross fact - Now she wished she never asked. "O-Oh! And that other time wher-"
"It's alright, aunt! I get it. But like, whenever you're feeling upset, what do you do?" asked Anais, now wanted to get to the point before she'd be forced to endure any more rancid and inappropriate stories from her aunt. "At least, when you were my age."
"Right, right. When I was your age, and I was down in the dumps, I'd pop off to see my own Brendan; he always has a way of making my day brighter. Don't you have a boyfriend of your own right now?"
Honestly, that was on the back of Anais' mind, given the circumstances. "I mean… Not really, no. But, there's this one guy - I think I've told you about him before - who's like, really nice to me."
"Ooh… If I guy is nice to you all the time, there's no doubt that he's into you, Ann." spoke Jasmine like the professional she was. "But, are you into him, too?"
Anais hesitated for a long while. Beforehand, (aside from safety, of course) relationships and boys were her number one priority. When it came to Raidon, he seemed like the best candidate she had to be her lover. But...
"I guess I sorta am. He's really cute himself, and knows how to really talk to someone and help them out."
"Anais. Do you just love him? Or, are you in love with him? There's a difference. Like, you gotta be looking at this guy, and just picture how beautiful your babies would look like. Arceus knows that we didn't have Barry for no reason."
Grimacing heavily, Anais listened to the words of wisdom that came from Jasmine Bursyamo in her prime form. That was truly something to think about, since Anais could no longer give valid reasons as to why she liked Raidon.
"I get it, Aunt J. I just… like him. There's nothing else to it. I can't think of any reasons right now, but I swear, I really do like him." said Anais, scratching her forehead for awhile.
"Well, okay. If what you're saying is true, you better find out what makes your woman-parts shiver for him soon, before you regret putting a ring on him."
So once again, Anais made a mute gag, trying hard not to unveil what she had for breakfast. "Okay, Aunt J, I get it!"
"Good for you, Ann. Now, I've got some important stuff to do, so I'll speak to you later."
"Okay. Thanks for the talk. See ya."
Without another word, the line was cut, and Anais was back in solitude. She sat there, thinking. At first, she wondered why she was even in these covers, still, before her mind went onto more important things.
Ugh. I got cold feet there, didn't I?
Yep. We all know you want that Luxray for breakfast, Anais. Put your pride aside and just admit it.
I could admit it a thousand times for Arceus' sake.
Then why don't you go out with him?
...Ugh, it's not that simple.
And why is that?
Listen, Giratina. Raidon knows - with amazing detail - exactly what happened down at the beach that day. Sure, I could tell Barry, but Raidon knows 100% just what truly went up. By now, he probably thinks I'm crazy! Surely!
Is that how you're gonna think of him? May I remind you, no one but him knows that it was you. If the authorities knew, then they would've bust open these here doors. Yet, they haven't. That means that Raidon must've said something else to Ms. Easel.
...Ohh…
Has it clicked in that miniature head of yours?
Buzz off. This mind has been occupied, and doesn't have space for the likes of you to be around.
Welp, I'll always be here. Now, get going. Ms. Easel is about to speak on the never-before mentioned PA system in the corner of your room.
Huh? What? Since when could you predi-
"ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS!" came a voice from the public announcement speaker that Anais never noticed before, situated in a corner above the door. "Due to, uhh… unfortunate circumstances, this trip is to be cut short, which is the second time this has happened to me, actually. Regardless, please pack up your things, and make your way to the main hall within the next half-hour. That is all."
Almost immediately, Lola kicked the door open, her shoulders slumped and morale depleted, groaning as she trudged into the room.
"For goodness' sake! I just got myself something to eat, and suddenly, it's time to dip!" groaned Lola, reaching under her bed for her suitcase.
Anais thanked the unknown forces that prevented Lola from seeing her get scared at the Lopunny's sudden appearance. "Well, it was sort of to be expected. I want out of this place, ASAP."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
The two began packing up their belongings, one of the more in a rush than the other. Halfway through their progress, Anais' phone vibrated with a long-awaited message from Fraiser Furble.
Furble: Sorry about tht, i had to relpy to some stuff. You wanted 2 tlk?
Anais rolled her eyes, wondering why she wasn't more specific. She grabbed her phone, and went to work.
Nah i meant that i really needed to talk to Barry. Can u send him over here? Thnx.
Furble: Oh, okay. Will do.
Sighing, Anais tossed her phone back on her bed and returned to stuffing her bag with all her belongings. She wasn't quite sure why she concerned herself with small fries such as Fraiser Furble. Then again, it was always good to have a back-up buddy who wouldn't judge you either.
That, and you blackmailed him before you even got here.
Why do you exist?
Lola zipped up her case, ready to get going again. "Alright, Ann. Are you ready or what?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling homesick already." replied Anais, closing her bag. "But, can we stay here for a bit? We've still got some time, and I asked Barry to come over."
"Ooh, did you?!" yipped Lola, nearly in the mood to start hopping up and down in a childish fashion.
"Uh-huh, but I just sorta need to talk with him personally, you know?"
Lola's face went from 100 to 0 in a matter of nanoseconds. "Oh. Well, I didn't even need to talk to him anyway." The Lopunny flopped on her bed with a pout, and went on her phone.
"Thanks…"
It only took another five minutes for a knock to come at the door.
"Come in! It's not like we can be naked or anything." deadpanned Anais, to which Barry entered the room.
"Oh, sorry. Hello, Lola, Anais." greeted the Blaziken, somewhat offended because he was wearing garments himself. "I heard you wanted to talk with me?"
"Yeah, I really do. Lola, can you like..?" Anais made some gestures for the Lopunny to either leave, or maybe cover her ears. Lola being Lola, she did not want to make the effort of leaving again, so she pulled out some Beats by Drampa headphones out, and put on some music louder than the proudest Loudred. Although, it was quite loud, allowing Barry's innocent ears to hear what she was really listening to.
"Blitzle better have my money… Lola! I didn't know you listened to that kind of music!" cried Barry, actually understanding what that meant.
"WHAT!?" shouted Lola, unable to hear the Blaziken at all.
Anais groaned due to her patience beginning to wear thin. "Ugh, keep focus, Barry, keep focus."
"Right, of course… Sorry. So now that I'm here, what will you have me do?" asked the Blaziken, putting his arms behind his black hoodie.
Shifting onto one side of the bed, Anais patted down a spot where Barry could rest his legs, and take a seat. "Sit down here. We need to talk. I had a bad dream earlier, and you were in it."
"Okay, do you recall what I was doing?" asked Barry, not really understanding why his presence in a dream also required his presence in real life. Was there a correlation? That question was up there along with "Do Piplups have knees?" in Barry's mind.
"Well… you were just taunting me with his death, telling me how it was all my fault…" whispered Anais, although it's not like there's any way that anyone would've heard her anyways.
"O-Oh… I'm so sorry that I, or uh… that Barry in particular said that to you. But please, rest assured that I'd never say anything like that to you, ever. I'd be beside you the whole way. 100%." Barry replied, wearing a faint smile.
Finding a little bit of difficulty in the phrasing of this next part, Anais let her paw traverse the back of her head. "Yeah, but it doesn't stop right there. I don't understand what really happened to me, but I sorta… killed you… mauled you to death… ripped your throat out…"
Now, here's when anyone would've found their bearings and booked it out of that room. However, Barry was in shock, too much to make a move.
"I, uh… I don't know what to say…" said Barry, although that did count as saying something.
"You don't need to say anything. I know you're now scared of me, Barry, just as you are scared of death."
"W-Wha? No! I'm not scared of you or a-anything. It's just that, I wasn't expecting it, I swear!" Barry's speech was ridden with voice cracks just as it was with lies. This was for the sake of his cousin, not himself. "I suggest, you try not to pay too much mind to this dream. However, please do let me know if this continues."
Anais nodded, dismissing the Blaziken. She then gestured to her best friend on the other side of the room to take her headphones off.
"WHAT!?" Lola shouted, now just being a general jerk about it. She then grinned and took off her headphones. "Haha, I'm messing with ya'll. You're done having that conversation of yours? We gotta get going, you know."
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the talk, Barry. I'll see you later."
Barry nodded, before getting up and heading towards the door. "No problem. I'll see you soon, Lola."
"Bye-bye!"waved the Lopunny, blowing the Blaziken a kiss before he left the room. Then, the attention shifted over to the fairy type. "Okay Anais. Spill."
"I knew you'd try! Don't bother, Lola; these lips are welded shut."
Lola shrugged, standing up and putting a hand on her suitcase. "Oh well. It was worth a try. Let's get going, Ann."
That's what Anais would rather hear. She grabbed her bag, and followed the normal type out of their dorm, leaving behind many memories.
"You know, I don't really understand why out of all of the people on this Earth, let alone region, we decide to stalk this particular bloodline."
As it had been for the past 32 years and beyond, the duo of Giratina and Arceus huddled around a small desk with many cards on it. They were also joined by two new additions, Mewtwo and Cresselia.
"Meh, their life seems to be the most interesting. Plus, when you're a crazy-looking, ghost dragon with no sort of social life outside this damn place, you find that you actually don't have anything else to do." remarked Giratina, placing three cards face-down on the desk. "Three eights."
Cresselia used telekinesis to place her cards on the table. "Surprisingly, I do agree with the jester; ever since you pressured me into partaking in these inter-dimensional communication activities, I've found my mood lift higher and higher every day! Oh, and one seven."
"Hn. I don't see the gusto you meatheads get from all of this. You've truly never had a proper talk with a mortal, because they're probably the most annoying thing on that planet." deadpanned Mewtwo, lazily flinging a card onto the pile. "Three sixes."
"To be honest, Mewtwo, you'd hate the job since you hate talking to other people as a whole. I recommend you give it another 16 years. Who knows? Maybe there will be a new Breon-Solian on the scene." spoke Arceus, to which Mewtwo rolled his eyes. "One six."
"Haha, I doubt Mewtwo could handle talking to anyone for more than five minutes. He'd probably end up trying to strangle the person with his weird tennis-ball fingers." joked Giratina, making Cresselia and Arceus howl with laughter, but only making Mewtwo sink further into his beanbag with irritation. "Five fours."
Immediately, Mewtwo perked up. "What?! I'm calling Tauros-crap on that one; you can't have five one kind of card." objected the psychic type, reaching over to the centre of desk to flip over the last five cards. Yet, surprise hit the Mewtwo's face when there was indeed, five fives on the desk - All of different shapes. "W-What? That can't be! That's just cheating, Giratina!"
"Well the game's called cheats for a reason!"
"..."
"But uh… He sorta does have a poi-"
"RRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Students of all shapes and sizes all lined up in uniform in the main hall of the building. Ms. Easel stood at the doors leading to the outside world, her hands behind her back and chest puffed out a little, paying homage to a certain Floatzel's posture.
"Alright, kids. I hope you've brought all your belongings with you, because we're due to be heading back to school within the next five minutes." The Weavile's bellowing voice even shattered her own echoes as she spoke to the students. "Why, you may ask? Well, it was due to a very problematic… uh… problem, as you may have heard. Local police are searching the area, so it's important that we leave and let the officers do their jobs. Understood?"
The entirety of members in the hall nodded their heads with dread in their veins, as Ms. Easel opened the doors behind her. The coach was outside, ready and in gear to take off with one destination in mind.
Anais, a Pokemon quite gleeful to be leaving this place, trotted into the coach with a half smile on her face. She wasn't exactly too picky when it came to choosing who she'd spend the ride with, as long as it was someone she understood well. Lola must've been lost within the crowd of students in the hall, as the Lopunny was nowhere to be found. Anais continued down the aisle, spotting an electric type with jet black fur before stopping her search.
"Hey Raidon… Is anyone sitting here?"
Raidon, who had his glowing eyes glued to the green patches of grass, turned around, surprised to see the Sylveon again. "No - not at all! You can sit here if you want."
Smiling, Anais plopped her rear onto the soft exterior of the chair. "Thanks. By the way, what are you looking at?"
"Well, I was just wondering about something." murmured Raidon, looking back outside the window. "I was examining these fields; the nonchalance of the grass blades as they dance away in sync with the carefree wind. It reminds me of a life that I know I can never achieve, you know? Pokemon are picked out either to be lucky or unlucky - there's no way to change your fate. The more you begin to comprehend and accept it, the more of life you begin to understand. Yet, does life have a meaning? Surely, we were all meant to die, but with our sole objective only being not to be killed. But, this means there is life out there that doesn't have a meaning, nor does it have an objective. There is no winning or losing here, only life."
Anais could barely fathom half of what the Luxray said, but the sentimental value of it alone was enough to make her shed a minor tear.
"That was deep. Have you ever considered any form of poetry? I think you'd be really good at it." told Anais, rubbing her forehead.
Shrugging his shoulders, Flu- I mean, Raidon heaved a sigh. "Not really. I'm not even sure that came from."
"Oh. I thought it was heartfelt, though." argued Anais. "Or maybe, you just inherited it. Who knows?"
"Yeah…"
Fast forward five minutes, and the engine to the coach was turned on. Progress was being made to get back home, but of course, it was going to take a while. Raidon checked to his left, seeing an opportunity to make some small talk with the Sylveon.
Alright, Raidon. You like this girl, right? Let's be brave a little, and get to know her a little.
"So Anais. Where are you from?" asked Raidon, trying to put on a believable smile.
Anais looked at the Luxray with a smile of the same frequency. "Oh, well. I was born here, in Hoenn. My parents, though? I think they were from Johto."
"Ah, Johto." spoke Raidon, acting like he was remotely familiar with the land of Johto. "I've heard that it's a very snazzy place. Have you ever been there?"
"Yeah, a few times, and let me tell you; It's a whole new world you'll live in - a whole new way to see. A whole new place to be honest, with a new different attitude. Also, the landmarks there? You just gotta catch 'em all!"
Raidon's ears perked up at the way she phrased her reply; it was almost as if he had heard that before, on either a game, or maybe even a TV show. Regardless, he nodded with a swell beam, satisfied with the answer.
"What about you?" asked Anais, cocking her head. "As in, where are you and your parents from?"
Immediately, Raidon got a bad case of cold feet, because there wasn't necessarily a way for him to answer the second part of that question.
"Uh… My dad is from Sinnoh, and my mom is from Hoenn?" told Raidon, but the uncertainty was was all to prominent in his voice.
"Right…" uttered Anais.
I don't think talking to him about his family is a good idea.
Six Queens… Uh… Y-Yeah, you probably shouldn't mention that around him.
Yeah, and care to tell just exactly you're doing?
That doesn't matter right now.
Riiight.
Meanwhile, Anais did notice that the air between herself and Raidon grew quiet. It was a long way back to West Latias city from the coast - there was no point spending it in silence and to her thoughts, especially when there was so much running through it.
That, and I'm here too.
Point proven.
"Hey Raidon? Do you wanna hear a story about how my uncle left his son suspended about 50 feet in the air at a wedding?" asked Anais, slightly desperate to lift the mood here.
"Sure! Uhm… Is that son still alive?"
"Yeah, you know him a lot more than you'd expect…"
As it would seem, Anais is trying her best to forget those thoughts of hers… With varying degrees of difficulty, of course! Thanks for reading this, still. You know, regardless of this story's status right now. It would always warm my heart seeing all of you guys again! Thank you all!
-Awesome Sawss/Luanastar