Yay! Another chapter. Hey, what time is it?
FUN FACT TIME!
When I had originally planned this story, Kitt was an Umbreon and Terrell was a Glaceon named Caide.
Eeveelutions are a bit overdone, so I decided to change them.
Anyway, hope you enjoy the next episode of The Real World more than I did
I hated writing this chapter...
The water was warm, and Dante felt like he could just float here forever, weightless, drifting to nowhere. He could see light emanating from the surface, but it looked cold and unforgiving, and Dante knew it was easier to just stay down here in the watery blackness. Then, slowly, something shifted in the water, and he felt his body begin to be pulled upwards, towards the surface. He tried to resist, but he had no energy. He was powerless to stop himself being carried by the unseen force. As the surface drew nearer, he began to hear voices.
...Kitt...
He had begun accelerating towards the surface now, and the cold lights had begun to assume some sort of form.
...Kitt, please...
The surface was so close now, almost within reach, and coming closer. Dante braced himself as he broke the surface.
"Kitt! Wake up!"
"H-huh?" Dante opened his eyes. He tried to focus them on his surroundings, but everything seemed blurry and out of focus. The light in the room - or whatever he was in - was blinding. Squinting, he raised an arm to protect his eyes. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, regaining some form of clarity. Standing in front of him was some sort of feline creature, with black fur. Dante had never seen anything like it, but, it seemed familiar at the same time, somehow. A word appeared in his head when he saw it. A word he'd never heard before, but was in his mind nonetheless. It was a Luxio
"Who's- who's Kitt?" He muttered.
Terrell sighed. "You are" He said, confused. "You're Kitt. Please say you remember."
Dante shook his head. "I'm sorry" he said. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Can you remember anything? Anything at all?" Terrell asked, frustrated.
Dante thought for a moment, scratching his head. "No. Not really" he replied. I think I remember hitting my head. Not much else."
Terrell sighed again. Dante turned his head to get a better idea of where the hell he was. The room he was in seemed to be carved from rock, with a pair of windows overlooking a desolate beach and the ocean. To his right was a large, pink, egg-shaped thing. A Blissey. Dante had no idea how he knew that, but he did.
He realised he was lying on some sort of bed, and he looked down at his body. It was not how he remembered it. He noticed that one of his arms was heavily bandaged, and his body was a lot smaller, covered in orange fur. He knew what he was too, even though he had never even heard of one.
He was a Buizel.
Dante wasn't scared. Confused, yes, but not afraid. He felt strangely safe, simply happy to be alive, even though he wasn't even human anymore. He shifted his arms under his body, in an attempt to get up. As he did so, he felt a sudden stabbing pain in his left arm.
"Gah!" he winced. The Blissey gasped.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Don't put any weight on that arm, please."
Dante didn't need telling twice. He collapsed back into the pillow, clutching his injured arm. He couldn't even remember how he had injured it, but it certainly hurt.
Terrell was heartbroken. The Prophecy had come true, but it seemed that only Kitt's body had returned, and his memories had been left behind. He didn't understand why everything had to be so hard, or why fate seemed to hold a grudge against him. He couldn't bear to stay around Kitt any longer. The pain was too much. Without a word, he turned and left the room, trying to clear his head.
Dante watched as the Luxio left the room.
"What's with him?" he wondered aloud.
"You have no idea"
The voice had come from the opposite end of the room, and Dante slowly moved his head to see who the voice belonged to. It was Chatot, the Guildmaster. He had come in through a door that Dante hadn't even realised was there.
"He's waited five years for you to come back" he said.
"But I've never met him before!" Dante exclaimed, frustrated. "Why does everyone think they know me?"
"Because they do, Kitt. Everyone knows who you are."
"Everyone except me." Dante grumbled.
"Five years ago, you were sent to another dimension by Palkia, an evil Pokémon that has the power to control space." Chatot explained. "…And Terrell blames himself for your exile. He think that, because of his cowardice, the world lost you, but it was prophesised that you would return, and Terrell held onto that prophecy for five years."
Normally, Dante would be sceptical of such an unbelievable tale, but stranger things had happened to him in recent times, so he focussed intently on Chatot's words, and, slowly, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place in his mind.
"Three days ago" Chatot continued. "The prophecy came true. You were found lying on that beach down there, unconscious. We all thought that you had finally returned, including Terrell. He thought you were back, and everything was going to be okay, but he was wrong." He leaned closer. "You have not returned yet, Kitt. Not quite."
These words stuck in Dante's mind. "I haven't returned? Where am I supposed to go then?"
"I'm not sure" Chatot replied. "But I do know this; if there's anyone who can help you find who you are, it's Terrell. He knew you better than anyone else, and at the moment, he knows you better than you know yourself."
Dante dropped his gaze, staring at the floor. "Thanks" he said. He had heard enough.
"I sincerely hope you find yourself, Kitt, for your sake, and everyone else's."
With that, Chatot turned and vanished as quickly as he had appeared. Dante was left by himself to think. The doctor had followed after Terrell when he had left. He thought of Terrell, and the pain he had endured for five years. He thought of Terrell's joy when Kitt, himself, had appeared on the beach, only for his spirit to be crushed once again. He thought for a moment, and then made his decision.
Using his good arm, he managed to pull himself from the bed, and stand on his two feet. Walking was more of a challenge than he had originally guessed, simultaneously getting used to his new body and resisting the urge to walk on all fours. He managed to stumble to the end of the room, where he found a mirror. It felt more like a window than a mirror, like he was looking through a glass pane at a Buizel. A Buizel with its head bandaged, but a Buizel all the same. He knew that he was looking at the face of Kitt; the face of the one he had to find.
The wind was cold and sharp, and the sky a solid sheet of grey. The sea seemed nervous, restlessly undulating in the bay. Terrell ignored the cold bite of the wind, as he stared out to sea, as if he was waiting for someone to arrive. He was too focussed on the ocean to hear the sand crunch under the paw of a Pokémon.
"Hey…"
Terrell jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of a voice. He turned to see the owner of the voice, and was both relieved and annoyed to see that it was Kitt.
"What do you want?" he asked, slightly irritated that he had been disturbed the way he had.
Dante didn't answer straight away. He could see the redness in Terrell's eyes, and the trails of pain on his face.
"I… I Just want to give you something." He said, finally.
"What can you possibly give me?" Terrell half-yelled. "You have nothing. We both have nothing."
"I want to give you the only thing I can." Dante replied "A promise."
Terrell looked up to his face, confused.
"Look…" Dante went on. "I know I've let you down. I don't know who you are, really, but it seems I don't know myself either. My promise is that no matter how far or wide I have to travel, no matter how long it takes, I will find who I am. I will find Kitt. But I can't do it alone. I need someone who knows me better than anyone, even better than I know myself. I need you, Terrell."
Dante held out his paw. "Will you come with me?"
Terrell looked at Dante's paw, not quite sure what to do. He looked back into Dante's eyes, and smiled.
"Yes. I will" He said, placing his paw in Dante's. "Thank you Kitt. Thank you."