Chapter Nineteen: Handwriting - Handwritten For You

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And here is Chapter Nineteen! It is called: Handwriting - Handwritten For You

Pichu's Point of View

I was watching the stars from the deck. The reason was that I could not fall asleep.

I was really tired and went to bed early. Just when I was dozing off, Pikachirate entered the room.

He stared at his bed and saw that his pillow was still gone. He muttered some things under his breath and went to lie down, but after a couple of minutes he got up again. It was terrible to try and fall asleep. He started pacing around while complaining about his pillow being gone. I do not think he was actually complaining to me, so I went to deck to see the stars.

So, here I am. I think Pikachirate did not even notice me being gone. He was complaining in a different dimension - one where I did not exist.

I liked watching the stars from here. I could see them much clearer here than I ever could at home. I never got to watch the stars in the garden, so I always was limited to the window view.

I found a book about star constellations once. It was very interesting, but - as my view was limited - I could not find most constellations. But here on the deck, I could find many. It was nice to watch the stars and the Moon. The light that came from the Moon was enough to see, but not too bright to not see the stars. It was perfect. I wish I could stay here forever.

"Are you watching the stars, Princess?" a male voice said. I turned around to see who was speaking, but saw no one. I was certain I heard someone speak. "Oh, I forgot you couldn't see me," the male voice continued. Maybe it was Arceus, or some other Legendary Pokémon.

What do you say to a Legendary Pokémon - Arceus - if he speaks to you? 'Hello Legendary Pokémon, how are you doing?' My thoughts were interrupted by a thump next to me. It was Gengar.

"Pokémon usually don't see me in the dark." That would explain a lot. So it was Gengar talking to me and not some Legendary Pokémon. I was glad that it was Gengar, and not a Legendary Pokémon. If it were a Legendary Pokémon, it would mean I was going either crazy, or going to meet all the higher up Pokémon. As I have met some before, so it did not seem unlikely.

"What brings you here tonight, Princess?" Gengar asked curiously. I was not sure about all my reasoning, but I had to leave the room with the pacing Pirate.

A thought returned to me. "I am thinking about a dream," I said cautiously. I still did not know if I could trust Gengar. "It was a strange dream, with lots of colours. At first, it was a nice blue colour, but suddenly it became red. I felt confused about the sudden change." Gengar frowned. It must be a strange story. He couldn't see the colours I saw, so it would not make any sense.

"Red? What turned red?" I forgot to tell him all the details in my hurry of letting it out. Well, at least he was listening.

I continued, and could see that Gengar was listening closely. "I could see a stone. Then I felt all really dark emotions, I can't describe them properly. I think the closest are rage and hatred, but in some way, those emotions are not strong enough to describe the feeling I felt." Gengar nodded. Still, his look was puzzled. He did not get everything from my dream.

He gave a reassuring smile. He tried to comfort me, as he knew he scared me a minute ago. "I probably don't know exactly what you mean, but I can understand the feeling of something that strong." I felt relieved someone could talk with me about these things, without looking at me in a strange way, as if I had lost my mind.

I gave him a small smile. "I suddenly knew that I was in a cave, don't ask me how. It felt like the stone was. . . was calling for me. That I was destined to come there and find it. Then a large current entered the cave and I could only stare at it. Is that not a strange dream?" I finished. I had written a few things down of the dream in my diary. The details were now in my head, since I made sure to remember them. It felt important.

"Is that all?" Gengar asked. He seemed surprised. "It sounds like you've eaten too much apples lately," Gengar said accusingly with a glint of humour. He probably said it to lighten the mood; my dream was not really cheerful. "You know that it's not good for you, I tried to explain that to Chansey, too." I remembered the little scene. Chansey was good at being intimidating. So obviously Gengar had lost the argument.

I giggled. "Apples have been my breakfast for years now, so I do not think that was the cause," I answered him with honesty. He was thinking with a serious look.

He continued. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you," he said. It was comforting to know he did not say I was crazy. "It is just a weird dream, that's all. Most Pokémon have a strange dream every once in a while." Maybe the emotions from the kidnapping emerged, and came out in the dream. "It would be a different story if you were a Xatu." Gengar was really thinking about all the options. "Then it would be vision of the future." I was in a happy mood again.

"You are right Gengar, thank you," I spoke with honesty. I was scared at first that he did not like me - I electrocuted him - but he accepted me. "I feel much better now." I smiled. And it was not an act.

"Well, I heard Buneary told you all about us, care to hear my past?" he said. I nodded, and, just like with the other stories, I felt sadness through me. It was not like a fairytale, yet a happy ending was happening. It just. . . was not completed at the moment.

I thought it would be best to talk about the present. "Do you watch stars often? Or is this night exceptional?" He automatically looked up at the stars.

"Sometimes. It's not unusual, but it is not a habit, either," was his answer. "Only at times when I need to calm down." We both stayed silent for a while.

We heard footsteps coming our way. When I turned around, my heart skipped a beat; it was Pikachirate.

Gengar suddenly had an excuse - coming out of no where - and left the two of us underneath the stars.

Why was Pikachu here? Did he not have to complain further about the loss of his pillow? Or was that a trick to get me away?

Maybe he wanted me to go outside, so he could follow. My heart fluttered. I was overthinking everything now.

"Pichu, I" - he was hesitating- "want to give you something." Well, if it was exquisite, he would not have said 'something'. Why would he name it 'something'?

"You want to give me something? What is the reason, have you not avoided me all day?" I knew there was some truth in that, yet I knew I had avoided him, too.

He took in a mouthful of air. "I had to prepare myself for this, you know? Write some things down and find the perfect moment," he said, probably trying to sound casual. He failed in it.

I gave him a small smile. "You have written a few sentences down? I hope I am able to read it," I said when he made no attempt at giving me anything.

Pikachu's cheeks got a bit redder. "Take a look above us. Can you see that star over there? It's Venus, and when seen, it's always brighter than the other stars," he said while pointing. I looked up with amazement and saw it. The star - and planet - Venus.

"It is a beautiful sight, I could look at it for the whole night," I replied. Pikachu looked down at me.

"I still have this. . . something for you. And I want to give it to you." His eyes met mine, and I was speechless for the moment.

Pikachu took an item - it was wrapped as a present - and gave it to me. There was a letter on top of it. I never thought Pikachu was this. . . type of Pokémon.

I slowly opened the letter and started to read.

We were not friends in the start
We had hate pointed at the other

I was unreasonable
Yet you had every right to be

You started to amaze me in a for me unknown way
Maybe I did the same for you

At the party we stayed together
Without any 'have to'

You captured my heart multiple times

You took it when you 'escaped'
You did it whenever I saw you after the 'escape'
You moved me by leaving me on the island
I can not resist you not being with me

As you are my Princess
And I am your Pirate

- Pikachirate

There were no errors, no wrongs in Grammar - even the handwriting was smooth. And the words were chosen with thoughts.

If that was only the letter, what would be the present? I was afraid of opening it. What would happen after I opened it? Would it be a joke, like Mew would do? No, it would not it is a present from pikachirate. Or would he do something like that?

I unwrapped the present with precise movements. Although I was curious, I still had to be elegant and dignified.

There was a necklace in it, and I froze. It was almost the same necklace as the one in that shop, but this one had more beauty. There was an apple on the necklace, but it was more red at the right side. There was a difference in colour.

The necklace itself was the colour silver. Even in the light of the stars I could see the brightness of it. It almost was a star itself, it was literally sparkling.

A bit hesitant, I looked Pikachirate in the eye.

He was not looking at me; he was taking a look at the letter he wrote. At least, he thought he had written.

"This isn't the letter I wrote for you! I shouldn't have trusted those two," he scuffed. I realized that it really was not his handwriting nor his style of writting.

I looked up at the stars. "Who wrote it, then? And what happened to your letter?" I asked. He did not answer it immediately.

"Blastoise helped me write my letter, and someone must have stolen it - Chansey knew about it, so I think she went to Buneary to rewrite it. Those words used weren't exactly what I put in mine." He shook his head. "They must've thought I wasn't able to write a perfect letter for you."

I looked at him. "The necklace is beautiful, I have to say that. Or are you going to say it was not your idea, either?" He froze. Seems like I said the perfect truth. "I rather have you do not answer, I think I am capable of guessing the truth," I said in a small voice.

I walked to the Captain's Room in a steady pace - I did not want him to follow me, but I knew it was his room, too. I could hear him protest behind me. I still did not look back to him or slowed my pace.

I opened the door quickly, and shot in the room. It did not take long for me to find the key again, and managed to lock the door before Pikachirate made it. I could hear the door object when he tried to open it.

"Wait! Open the door, Pichu!" he pleaded. I knew he did not make it to the door in time as a reaction to my coldness. I was unreasonable, but I had to. He kind of betrayed me.

"Whose idea was it? I am talking about the necklace, whose idea was it?" I knew the answer; only Pikachu and Chansey saw me staring at that necklace.

He sighed. "You probably know already, but it was Chansey's idea." He was bonking his head to the door. He must think he did something wrong.

He did. But I should not lock him out of his own room. Before I opened it, I would hide the necklace. In the last 'Train How To' I used to train. After that, I hid them in my usual place.

I unlocked the door, even when I knew I would regret it. Pikachirate fell into the room - he was still bonking his head - and I skipped out of it in the same movement. He remained silent.

I scurried with small steps to Buneary's room. I heard her scribbling with a pen. I opened the door silently - she did not look up.

"Buneary?" I said eventually. She looked up from her desk.

She frowned. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" she asked with concern.

"Wrong? Yes there is something wrong," I retorted. "Pikachirate gave me a letter - a letter you and Chansey wrote." She flinched. "And then he gave me this present - it was Chansey's idea, and I think you had something to do with it, too. Did you?" I accused her. I felt a small amount of tears fall down.

"I. . . Chansey and I had to rewrite the letter. The only thing that was in it- Maybe you should read it for yourself." She handed me the folded letter.

There was a big difference; this one had ink splatters, and was practically unreadable. "I can not read the words, so I get why you wrote it differently." My face fell. Now I knew what his handwriting was like. The rumours were not lying nor were they overreacting.

"I have written here what probably is written on it," she said after a moment. She handed me a note.

pichu, u are my lofe
rigt and wroung for me

the pikachirate and the eppe(
b)ak and golt

u and me

- Pikachirate

It did not make sense. "Buneary? I have no idea what he actually wrote." It did not make any sense. What is a 'lofe'? And what about 'u'?

"He wrote 'Pichu, you are my love. Right and wrong you are for me," she quoted. "The Pikachirate and the apple. As black and gold," was the next thing she said. "You and me.' Signed by Pikachirate." That was what he had written for me. I felt horrible for acting the way I did. My slightly unjustified anger was sipping away.

I would have to find a way to make it up to him. I knew nothing that would be good enough.

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