- Hidden Journey -
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Bacchaelism!
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me.
I appreciate that..."
-- H to the Izzo -- by Jay-Z
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Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...
We untangled ourselves and I turned around to see Matt, standing in the hallway just outside the bathroom, staring at me with wide eyes. His jaw had all but hit the floor. We all just stood there, in uncomfortable silence, until another voice broke the stillness.
"Matt? Where are you?" It had to be Celerity, Matt's g/f of the moment. It sounded like she was at the foot of the stairs.
Matt called out, "Up here, Cee. I'll be down in a moment."
Because a moment was all he needed to extend his Big Brother Authoritah. I was so going to get the smack-down for this one.
"Just what did you think you were doing?" Matt's voice took on the Dad Tone. "I almost expect to have had to pay to see that. You're only seventeen, not to mention you almost died two weeks ago. You just shouldn't be doing...stuff like that."
I crossed my arms and sighed, "I know, Matt, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."
Twin snorts of Whatever answered my statement.
"Fine, so I'm feeling a little down at the moment." I walked out of the bathroom, brushing past my brother. "I'm going to freshen up. Don't kill each other, okay?"
Most fortunately my brother and my boyfriend did not kill each other. It was actually most comforting, and disturbing, to find them talking together in the living room. I had taken a quick shower, washing my hair and dressing in fresh clothes. My hair hung in a limp braid down to the middle of my back, slightly damp. As I sat next to Gary on the sofa, Celerity looked at me with a look that was a mix of awe and smugness. How one could manage an expression like that was something that was quick becoming a Celerity Thing.
Why was everyone suddenly looking at me as if...Oh no...I got up, ducked into the kitchen, and checked. Phew, well, it wasn't that my fly was down, cuz it wasn't. So what was the big deal? I made a show of getting a glass of soda and flounced back into the living room. I sipped at the soda, grew uncomfortable in the uncomfortably growing silence, and then asked, "What's the big deal, guys? What's going on?"
Matt smiled, "Leave it to you to grab the bull by the horns."
Gary looked uncomfortable, "I was talking to Matt about the...job...you have coming up."
I rolled my eyes, Great choice of words, dear boyfriend. Sheesh, you make me sound like a...
"Ooooh!!" Celerity squealed, shocking me so that I nearly dropped my soda. "Your first job, oh you must be so excited!! Why, I remember my first job when I was your age..." She sat back, looking dreamily at the ceiling.
My age?? She is my age, I sighed and sipped my soda. Or at least very near my age, anyhoo.
Poor Matt looked so embarassed. He ran a hand nervously through his thick blond hair and suddenly stood up. "Um, Cee, shouldn't we be leaving soon? We'll miss our reservations at Le Ché Pidgé."
"Oh, of course!" Celerity tittered, holding out her hand for Matt to take. "Silly old me, reminiscing about the past!"
Matt helped "silly old" Celerity up, and the two walked for the front door. "Remember, no silly stuff, sister dear!" Matt's voice floated back to us as the door closed gently behind them. Gary and I sat still, relaxing in the calm after Hurricane Celerity, until we heard the car pull away.
Gary blinked, "That was..."
"...disturbing to say the least." I finished and shook my head. "She is really, really strange and coming from me, you know she's really strange. Really."
"Uh-huh."
So what did we do after Matt left with Celerity? Well, I kicked his ass in a swiftly beaten N-64 competition. You wanna know the title of the game? It was Pokémon Stadium 2. I don't know where Matt got the N-64 at, probably from the 'real' world. I'm just glad it works here.
"Thank you, Quila!" I smirked as I blew a kiss to the Typhlosion on the screen. She was triumphantly the last Pokémon standing, triumphant over Gary's Eevee.
"Noooo!" He moaned, hanging his head in sorrow, "I can't believe I lost to two girls...I could never live this down if someone had been watching." He sat up, a happier look on his face. "Good thing no one was around!"
"What? Don't I count?" The now familiar chiming voice echoed around us.
"Can I not go a day withouth that Mew hanging around?" Gary looked exasperated, "And no, I don't think she can count, or she would know that two is company and THREE is a crowd."
Silver glimmers announced Mew's arrival and she appeared as they vanished. A happy look on her face, she giggled. "Aww, poor Mr. Raging Hormones, did I ruin a moment?"
I shrugged, "Only if opening a can of whoop ass counts. No, not really."
Mew shrugged too, "Great, because the news I bring isn't good. I should thank you for the good news you gave me on whooping his Ass in a Pokemon Battle, but you may not like me for the news I have to give you."
Gary muttered something and left the room. I frowned as I heard him go upstairs. "What's wrong with him?"
Mew smiled, "Don't worry about him. He will be okay." A soft look edged her bright blue eyes, "Cirrus, I hate to have to tell you that the exchange date has been moved up."
"What! Why?" I shook my head, "I'm not ready yet. I still haven't found out some important things about Vulpix...about even looking like a normal one."
"Cirrus..."
"Like bathing. How do you give a Vulpix a bath? Wouldn't the water make it faint?"
"SHUT UP!!" Mew's voice thundered through me, freezing me in place. "You will be given all the instructions you need when you make the change!"
"Oh." I said, a bit sullen. "You didn't have to yell at me."
"I'm sorry."
I paused, thinking, "When will I have to change with her?"
"Tomorrow afternoon." Mew glared at me when I started to groan. "Brock is leaving for Goldenrod City tomorrow afternoon and you have to be within three feet of Vulpix to make the change."
"What about her Pokeball? I'll need to not be in it if I'm to keep Brock alive."
"Of course," Mew waved dismissively, "That's not a problem and I can take care of it. Maybe he'll lose it or it will break and be unrepairable for a month."
"Yippie ki yay," I sighed, still thinking of loose ends, "Um, what about Vulpix herself? She can't get into total trouble in my body, can she?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if she tries running off and telling Brock that we switched? It's not like he wouldn't believe her."
"I'll keep an eye on her," Mew paused, sneezing cutely, then sniffling. "Sorry about that."
"Bless you," I frowned, "You aren't catching a cold, are you?"
"Well, I have been feeling a bit achey, but I should be ok...o..o...ACHOO!!!" More sniffles, "I should be okay."
"But you should see Nurse Joy.."
"No! No doctors or nurses. Too much thinking about mind erasing makes my head hurt." Mew started to vanish, her voice always the last to disappear. "I'll be back for you around 4 or so tomorrow afternoon. And no trying to hide to buy more time for kissey face because I can find you any...an...ACHOOOOO!! ::sniffle:: Anywhere." And then nothing.
I sent a small, "Bless you," after Mew, and went upstairs to find Gary. I needed to talk to him badly.
Teaser:
I'm sorry this was so short, but I've been totally busy this week. I know I spelled Bacchaelism wrong. I did find it in the dictionary, but now I can't find the dictionary. I should just use spell check, but I'm lazy. Just what is Bacchaelism and why did I write it as a title? Well, those Game Show Channel commercials, and anyone who has seen one knows what I mean, have just gotten to me. Don't ask, just read on. Um...I should be able to write more pretty soon, it will all get better. I'm talking about plot *you mean there is one?*, the amount of times I post new chapters, and things in general. If there's anyone who wants me to email them when new chapters come out, drop me a line by accessing my email addy in my profile page. At least that still works. I don't get reviews in my email box anymore. That sux.
Right, next chapter:
Cirrus meets Vulpix for the first time in weeks. The last time she met with the little Fire Fox, things went badly. So badly, that y'all never even read about it. Vulpix, that saucy little wench, is gonna give Gary and Matt the toughest times of their lives. As for Cirrus, let's just say that she finds out how cramped a Pokeball can get. As for Mew, let's just say that a Powerful Psychic Pokemon with a cold can be a not good thing for our star.