Chapter 4.5 - Team Dissidia can sing?
Honestly, I've been having quite a bit of trouble writing the next chapter, and getting a little off topic with my writing de clogged my brain last time, so we're gonna go ahead again, with a little songfic-ing! But for now, I'm answer reviews with-
*drum roll*
Wynn - Me~! Who's first, Senpai?
First is Tori, asking isn't Dissidia a final fantasy game? Well, it is, uno, stop poking at my lack of creativity.
Wynn - *poke poke* But ish so squishy!
As Tori left In her comment, I'm actually using the Latin definition of the word Dissidium, thank you AP English, which means one that causes conflicts! What I have planned... I'll keep secret...
Wynn - She called me adorable too! wb
Moving along, I'll go ahead and poke Orange Lover's review of... Well, my vent chapter to be honest.
Wynn - Senpai...
First off, the technical term is bisexual. I'm pretty sure you knkw that but... Hehe... Second, that chapter was pretty poorly written. I just poured my heart out into a word document... But that pourage unclogged my brain and helped me finish Chapter 4! So it was good... I guess? I just hope the person I was directing that toward saw it, and got my message... And maybe would drop a review? I look up to them as a writer, and value their opinion. I know-
Wynn - MOVING ALONG.
*ahem* Anyways, I've noticed with my phone pinging off at work all the time, that people are slapping the story on their alerts and favorite lists, and it makes me happy! Happy enough... To do this!
Wynn - *holds up a banner* We're now taking OC's~!"
There's no fancy form you have to fill out, none of that! Just write me abot your character in anyway you want, even if you have an idea for a chapter! Go crazy! I just ask, keep it formal, readable, and I swear to Mew if you send me a overpowered character...
Wynn - Senpai'll send me to burn your house down! ^w^
Now... To the disclaimer! Which I actually haven't been posting! ^.^;
Wynn - Pokemon and The Pokemon Mystery Dungeon series belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo! Now, Senpai claims right to all of his OC's, including Bruce Winterblue- Ick, I just said Senpai's name, FOCUS, me, Kitalia the Kirlia, and Ranmaru Kazimaki! Red the Emolga claims rights to Aura the Cinccino, and Sadovora F. Darkest claims rights to Style the Pichu! The universe in which the story is set in is the granduer idea of Owen Hiroshima, a.k.a The Wizard of Dim-Wittedness, which Senpai has been given full permission to use! Senpai also would like you to find him on FanFiction, and read his story, Pokemon Mystery Dungeon - The Broken Mirror, or some of his other great stories! And, fin! *pant pant* That was a mouthful, Senpai...
Now, to storytime!
Wynn - Epic line of seperation, GO!
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"Senpai..."
"What, Wynn..."
"I'm tireddddd..." The Quilava was hanging onto Bruce's tail, just letting herself be dragged. Her black fur was glistening with sweat, very very weird for a Fire type, the sun beating down on them all. "And hot..."
"Wynn... Shut up..." Kitalia sighed, rather annoyed.
Ranmaru was behind the three, walking beside Aura, Style on his back, a small umbrella keeping the Pichu from overheating. "You doing okay back there, Style?"
"Yeah! I'm hot, but not too hot!" The Pichu twirled the umbrella in his hands, spinning it like a upside down top.
"Good." Aura nodded softly.
Bruce looked up, sighing softly. He knew they still had aways to go, but by the Quilava latched onto his tail, he could tell morale was low. Very. Very. Low. Oddly enough, there was a sign on the road up ahead. He squinted, and it said:
"Morale low?
"Can't find the will to stay on your travels?"
"Then stop by the Quilava Bros. Cafe!"
"Where one of our revitalizing drinks will pick you right back up!"
"Senpaiiiii? Can we go, huh?" Wynn immedialy detached from Bruce's tail, running up in front of him, puppy eyes set to beg, on her hindlegs.
He sighed softly. "I guess..."
"YAY!" She took off down the side road, the building in sight from where they were. Kite sighed softly, following her.
"A cafe... I wonder if it's like the cafes back at home..." Aura thought out loud as she walked next to Ranmaru. "Nice... Quiet... Almost..."
-Time skip-
"Peaceful..."
The place was less of a cafe, and more of a club or a bar, Pokemon sitting at tables made of a sort of flat metal, the chairs made of the same dense material. There were a pair of Grovyle, who looked like twins, screaming their heads off on a stage of some sort, their voices so low it sounded like feral growls. Behind them, were Quilavas on guitar and drums.
"With the taste of your lips, I'm on the rise~!"
"You're toxic, I'm slipping underrrr!"
"A taste of a poison, I'm paralyzed!"
"I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're TOXIC!"
The music stopped, and the place broke into roars of applause and screams, everyone off their seats as the Grovyles bowed, and got off the stage. One if the Quilavas hopped over his drumset, and grabbed the mic off the micstand.
"Thank you very much, you guys, it's always a pleasure to hear those screamo voices of yours! Me and my bro are gonna take ten so we can make some drinks for you all!" The places broke into cries of happiness again.
"You have GOT to be kidding me." Kitalia crossed her arms, a rather annoyed look on her face.
The Quilava that was playing the guitar had leaned his instrument against the drum set, and walked over. "Hey there newcomers, welcome to the Quilava Bros. cafe! I'm Pick, and my bro's Stick, and DAMN, you all look tired as all heck, let me tell you what, drinks on the house for you guys!" He grinned. "Now, come with me."
Everyone simply sighed and followed him, everyone sitting down at a table. "Now, where are you guys from, hm?" He was standing inbetween Wynn and Aura.
"Oh, Sky Park." Bruce said, looking around.
"Sky Park now? Interesting, I heard nobody leaves that place, it is the LIFE." He sighed happily, nudging Wynn. "Especially when it's full of cuties like you, non~?"
Wynn giggled softly, nudging him back. "Oh, you charmer, you~!"
"You have got to be kidding me..." Aura murmured, Style on her lap.
"Here, I'll be right back, you guys relax now! Oh, and it's Kareoke Night, so the atmoshpere provides itself, enjoy!" The Quilava dashed off, yelling some drink order to his brother.
"Well, the place is nice. I like it." Bruce nodded softly, and was met with absolute silence for a few minutes.
Wynn looked back a few times, and caught the Quilavas staring right at her, or rather, a little lower. "Wait...He hit on me... I don't like him..." Wynn shivered a little.
"I guess that's what those kinds of people do to get customers..." Ranmaru sighed softly.
"Now now, don't look so mull and drum!" Pick came back, holding a platter of drinks on his paw. "Have fun, relax! Here!" He passed out the drinks rather fast, not spilling a drop, stopping at Wynn. "Here, milady~." He held the drink out, sitting in the middle of the platter. Wynn took it, smiling softly. "Now, me and my bro have to get back to work now, cheer up, don't be the sticks in the mud!" He took off, dropping the platter on the counter before running back to the stage.
"Now, is everyone enjoying their drinks?" Pick took the mic back in his paws. His brother joined him, sitting down at his drumset, the two met with loud cries of approval and applause. "Now, me and my bro are gonna do a little something special..." He picked up his guitar, grinning.
"Just something about you, we all lookin at you whatever, you keep lookin at me." He started playing a melody, walking off the stage, and looking staright at Wynn. "You gettin scared now, right? Don't fear me baby, it's just Pick, dear. It feel good right? Listen."
Wynn gulped. -You have got to be kidding me...-
"I kind of noticed something one night
From the club, your front face
It's kind of weird to me
Since you're so fine
If it's up to me your face will change..."
He made it to the table, playing right next to Wynn, absolute silence in the entire room.
"If you smile, that should set the tone
Just be limber
And if you let go, the music should move your bones
Just remember
Sing this song with me~!"
He waved her back, taking a few steps back, wanting her to follow him.
"Ain't nobody love you like I love you
You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya
Late at night, I wanna talk to you
You will know the difference when I touch you."
He stayed silent, playing some more, some encouraging hoos from the crowd, a devilish grin crossing his face. Wynn sighed softly, hopping out of her chair, met with more hoots from the crowd.
"People are so phony
Nosy coz they're lonely
Aren't you sick of the same thing?
They say so and so was dating
Love you or they're hatin
When it doesn't matter anyway
Coz we're here tonight"
The two walked, Pick stepping back onto the stage, standing in front of the mic again. Wynn stood on the edge, just staring, the slightly derpy "I'm planning something" look on her face, Bruce picking up on it immediatly.
"If you smile, that should set the tone
Just be limber baby
If you let go, the music should groove your bones
Baby just remember
Sing this song with me
Ain't nobody love you like I love you
You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya
Late at night, I talk to you
You will know the difference when I touch you."
He stepped a little closer, staring even deeper into Wynn's eyes, a soft blush crossing his face, his volume going from low to high.
"Yeah, you know I can make ya happy
I could change your life
If you give me that chance
To be your man
I won't let you down baby
If you give me that chance
To be your man
Here baby, put on my jacket
And then..."
He tossed his guitar in the air, swinging the vest on his chest off him and onto Wynn, catching his guitar and continuing to play, some applause from the crowd coming out.
"Maybe we'll fly the night away
I just wanna love you baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe we'll fly the night away
I just wanna love you baby
Girl ..."
He swung his guitar on his back, picking up the mic, taking Wynn's hand and twirling her around.
"Girl, what chu wanna do?
I'm in front of you
Grab a friend, see I can have fun with two
Or me and you put on a stage show
For these cafe kids, that's how to change low
From them you heard "wow, it's the same glow"
Look at me, I say "yeah, it's the same dough"
We the same type, you the fire of life
You'll have sleepin in the same bed, er'night~"
"Stick~!" He tossed the mic to his brother, hopping over his drumset, and landing right behind Wynn, leaning against his drumset as he stared at her, Wynn turning around to look at him.
"Come rock with me, you deserve the best
Take a few drinks
Let it burn in your chest
We could ride down
Pumpin this song in the deck
Funny how a few words turn into sex
Play this free, joint called "brain"
Ma'am, take a hint
Make me swerve in the lane
The name Stick
And I burn every track
The Quilava Bros here
Now how heavy is that?"
He winked softly, sliding over to play his drums again, the crowd roaring, as Pick started to play again.
"Maybe we'll fly the night away
I just wanna love you baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maybe we'll fly the night away
I just wanna love you baby
Girl ...
Ain't nobody love you like I love you
You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya
Late at night, I talk to you
You will know the difference when I touch you~"
He sung to the crowd's roars of approval, as Pick drew closer. "Break this down." The crowd silenced as he continued, even Stick stopping, face to face with her. "You know, I used to dream about this when I was a little boy... I never thought it would end up this way... Drums." Stick started to play again. " It's kind of special right? Yeah. You know, you think about it sometimes people are just destined... Destined to do what they do and that's what it is. Now everybody clap." He finished with one final note, grinning, as everyone hopped out of their chairs, clapping and whistling.
Bruce caught a grin off Wynn's face before it exploded in pure giddyness. "That was SO COOL! How did you learn to play like that, Pick?"
"Many years of practice, my dear. But, these instuments are... Charmed in a way, so it plays whatever sound you want it to make, as long as you can think the note. For our less... Musically talented guests. Wanna have a go at it, my dear?" Pick took the strap off, handing the guitar to Wynn.
"Sure! But... I wanna sing too!" Wynn put the strap on, grinning.
"The floor's yours, dear~!"
Wynn took a deep breath, thinking the song she had made up in her head, and the brought her paw down on the strings.
"Why am I always hit on by these boys I never like
I can always see them coming from the left and from the right~!"
Pick took a step back, blown back a bit, it obvious that his charming had failed. Wynn kept on strumming, the guitar making more noise then he had thought possible.
"I don't wanna be a priss
I'm just trying be polite
But it always seems to bite me in my-"
She stopping playing for only a few heartbeats, swinging her paw around, the crowd's jaws hitting the floor.
"Ask me for my hand there yeah,
You put me on the spot
You think that we should hook up
But i think that we should not
You had me at hello
Then you opened up your mouth
And that is when it started going south,
OH~!"
The crowd broke out into cheers, Pick frozen in embrassment.
"Get your paws off these hips
Or I'll roast your flippin lips
Stop your starin at my-
Hey!
Take a hint,Take a hint
No you cant buy me a drink
Let me tell you what i think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint,Take a hint
T-Take a hint, Take a hint!"
The crowd was in a trance, Wynn's paw strumming at almost impossible speeds, putting out so much sound from the little guitar, sounds that even sounded like drums, and a beat of some sort.
"I guess you still don't get it
So lets take it from the top
You asked me what my sign is
I told you it was stop
And if I had a Poke for every name you just dropped,
You'd be here and I'd be with my Sen-pai-"
"HEY!" Bruce yelled out, a little embarassed.
"Get your paws off these hips
Or I'll roast your flipping lips
Stop your starin at my-
Hey!
Take a hint,Take a hint
No you cant buy me a drink
Let me tell you what i think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint,Take a hint
T-Take a hint, Take a hint!"
The crowd was roaring now, abandoning their chairs and crowding the stage, Wynn looking Pick dead in the eyes, much as he did to her.
"What about no don't you get
So go and tell your bro there
I'm not really interested
It's about time that I'm leavin
Im'a count to three and
You blink your eyes and I'll be gone~
One,
Get your hands off my-
Two,
Or I'll roast your friggin-
Three,
Stop your starin at my-
HEY!
Take a hint take a hint!"
Stick had a grin on his face, sitting there and watching his bro get embarassed to all hell never happened. –She's a cute girl, but he's the one who really wanted her.- Giving off a soft shrug, he started to play, catching onto the beat.
"I am not your missing link
Let me tell you what i think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint take a hint
Take a hint take a hint
Whoaaaaaa~!"
The crowd sung along now, dancing along to the beat of the song, roaring even louder when Stick started playing.
"Get your paws off these hips
Or I'll roast your flippin lips
Stop your starin at my-
Hey!
Take a hint, Take a hint~!"
She took a bow, Stick coming to a stop as well, the crowds clapping as Wynn put the guitar back in Pick's hands, patting him on the head and poking him in the chest, tipping him over. "You're as big of a sillyhead as Senpai, but you're not Senpai!" She ran off the stage, sitting back down at the table, getting hoots of approval from the crowd as they migrated to back where they were.
"Wynn..." Aura was rather flabbergasted.
"What? I told that player off! I only belong to one Pokemon, my Senpai~!" Wynn had another giggle fit, blushing brightly.
Bruce sighed softly, overhearing that comment but deciding to ignore it, coming over with another platter of drinks. "Stick says these are on the house for the amazing show, Wynn." He smiled softly. "That really was great, I didn't know you could sing so well."
Wynn went into a third giggling fit, leaning against him, her blush as bright as ever. "Thank you, Senpai~!"
"But... Apparantly when you buy a drink, you're automatically signed up for their Kareoke Night... So... The four of us have to sing..."
"W-What?" Kite burst out of her chair. "Hell no! That's blackmail!"
"I wouldn't mind singing. Mom gave me choir lessons when I started high school." Ranmaru turned to Aura, his trademark grin of full blast, like she would see it. "Should I, Aura?"
"I think it's a wonderful idea." Aura nodded softly.
The door behind them opened, and a Alakazam stubbled in, a cane in his hand, Pick and Stick dropping what they were doing, rather literally. "Mister Al!" They ran up to him, like they were seeing their childhood hero.
"Ah, Phillip, Stein, how are you two doing?" They walked with Mister Al, sitting him down at a chair next to the stage, Pick taking his cane and hanging it up on a hook that was in the wall.
"Mister Al, how many times have we said to refer to us by our stage names?" Stick sighed softly.
"Too many, Stein. I gave you these names, and I shall use them."
Pick ran onto the stage, grabbing the mic. "Hey there, everyone! Now that the great Mister Al is here, we can officialy kick off Kareoke Night!" He was met with some clapping. "Now, you guys know the drill, Mister Al will give you a song, me and Stick'll play it with you while you sing!"
The time passed by, each Pokemon had gotten its turn to sing, it finally coming down to them.
"And now, we've saved the newest for last! The mull! The drum! We don't even know if she HAS feelings! Kitalia!" Pick pointed out the Kirlia from the crowd, that mull and drum look turning into something very unhappy.
"I'm going to kill them, I'm going to kill them, I'm going to kill them..." She repeated underneath her breath, even while next to the Quilavas and standing in front of Mister Al, eminating a wave of rage, which the two felt, making them shiver.
A soft blue glow enveloped his ears, as Kite felt her mind divulged, she had blinked before she had even realized what had happened, let alone put her guard up to keep him out. She couldn't move, as the memories that he picked out were flashed before her eyes, transforming into words. "You have felt like you have been alone, Kitalia, when in fact, you aren't. As a goodbye to those times, sing. You no longer... Walk alone."
She sighed softly, as she grabbed the mic, Pick and Stick ready to play, as their instruments flashed blue, and they begun to play.
"I walk a lonely road,
The only one I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes,
But it's only me and I walk alone."
The music was soft, as Kite tapped in, her voice with the clarity of an opera singer as the two picked up the beat.
"I walk this empty street,
On the boulevard of broken dreams,
While the city sleeps,
I'm the only one, and I walk alone.
...I walk alone, I walk alone.
...I walk alone, I walk alone!"
The sound picked up again, Pick shredding that guitar into six pieces at the rate he was playing, the song sounding more rock-ish.
"My shadow is the only one who walks beside me,
My shallow heart, the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me.
To live I walk alone~!"
The beat mellowed out again.
"Oohhhh, oooohhh,
Woaahh, ooo-oooh,
Woaahh, ooo-oooh,
Woaahh...
I'm walking down the line,
That divides me somewhere in my mind.
On the borderline, not the edge,
And where I walk alone."
Everyone was silent, as if the entire room was focused down onto her words. All eyes were on the Kirlia, and not leaving anytime soon.
"Inbetween the lines, what's fucked up, and everything's all right.
Check my vital signs,
And no, I'm still alive, and I walk alone.
I walk alone, I walk alone.
I walk alone, I walk a-"
She paused, as the music picked back up again.
"My shadow is the only one who walks beside me,
My shallow heart, the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me.
To live I walk alone~!
"Oohhhh, oooohhh,
Woaahh, ooo-oooh,
Woaahh, ooo-oooh,
Woaahh..
I walk alone, I walk a-"
The back erupted in sound as the two started playing loud, Pick shredding the guitar for a few seconds, before the music suddenly died, a few plucks of strings the only sound.
"I walk this empty street,
On the boulevard of broken dreams,
While the city sleeps,
I'm the only one, and I walk a-
My shadow is the only one who walks beside me,
My shallow heart, the only thing that's beating.
Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me.
To live I walk alone~!"
Kitalia stopped, Pick and Stick playing the song out for a while, ending it right when the crowd rose to their feet, cheering and clapping. She sighed softly, walking off the stage, feeling herself stopped by Mister Al.
"Just remember. The past is the past. You have friends, teammates... A lover, and they're all underneath your nose. All you have to do is look. You're not as alone as you think you are. Now, call over your Luxio friend..." He smiled softly, and shooed her off.
-What did he mean... Did he...- Kitalia sat back at the table, sighing again. "Ranmaru, he wants you."
Ranmaru shrugged softly. "I guess it's my turn now? I'll be back!" He hopped off the chair, padding over to Mister Al and sitting on his haunches in front of him. "You asked for me?"
"Yes..." Ranmaru felt his mind showing in front of him, all the memories of mainly him and Bruce, and some memories of his father's many infamous lectures, it ending rather fast. "Mmmmh... I think I know the perfect song for you... I heard a Pokemon sing it as an offer for marriage... Not to be meant that way, of course, but... Its real message will relay itself to you." He smiled, as the song almost instantly popped up in his head, walking onto the stage. The Quilava twins started playing out hard, strumming and beating like no tomorrow.
I feel like, I would like
To be somewhere else doing something that matters
And I'll admit here, while I sit here
My mind wastes away and my doubts start to gather
Ranmaru smiled, feeling the rythem of the song more and more as he sang, the crowd gathering around the stage yet again.
I feel like, I would like
To be somewhere else doing something that matters
And I'll admit here, while I sit here
My mind wastes away and my doubts start to gather
And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all
But then you assure me
I'm a little more than useless
And when I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
Bruce looked on, smiling softly, as it struck him. He was singing about their friendship.
So I say if I can't, do something significant
I'll opt to leave most opportunities wasted
And nothing trivial, that life could give me will
Measure up to what might have replaced it
Too late look, my date book
Is packed full of days that were empty and now gone
And I bet, that regret
Will prove to get me to improve in the long run
And sometimes I think that I'm not any good at all
And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all
But then you assure me
I'm a little more than useless
And I never knew I knew this
Was gonna the day, gonna be the day
That I would do something right
Do something right for once
The music suddenly stopped, just very light sound as Ranmaru closed his eyes. Every fight with his father, every time he was picked on at school, every time something went wrong… He was there. –We're real friends…No matter what!-
I notice, I know this
Week is a symbol of how I use my time
Resent it, I spent it
Convincing myself the world's doing just fine
Without me
Doing anything of any consequence
Without me
Showing any sign of ever making sense
Of my time , it's my life
And my right, to use it like I should
Like he would, for the good
Of everything that I would ever know
A tear left his eye, as the music picked back up, the crowd erupting in cheers again. Nobody saw that tear, except for Mister Al and Bruce, both letting a small smile cross their face.
I'm a little more than useless
When I think that I can't do this
You promise me that I'll get through this
And do something right
Do something right for once
I'm a little more than useless
And I never knew I knew this
Was gonna the day, gonna be the day
That I would do something right
Do something right for once!
Ranmaru took a step back, as the music stopped, everyone clapping. He looked around, especially at Bruce. The Servine gave him a nod, grinning. He smiled in return.
"Now, bring you friend over… I believe it's his turn, and to end the show too." Ranmaru nodded, running back. "Bruce! It's your turn!"
"Well, let's get this over with, I guess…" He sighed softly, hopping out of his chair, not before patting Ranmaru on the head, a silent thank you.
"Well, hello there." Mister Al smiled softly, to the rather indifferent Servine in front of him. Bruce felt his mind almost immediately probed, and saw the look of amazement on the Alakazam's face. "Mmmmh…. Very interesting… You've already lived through more then most do in a life, and yet, I feel like you still have quite the road in front of you."
"Thanks. I'm SO looking forward to it." He sighed again, shaking his head, lookin down at the ground.
"Now, now, this is not the time for hapless sarcasm… I know it's your shield to hide what's really inside your heart… And you need to let it out. How do you expect your scars to heal if you just look over them?" Bruce gulped softly, the Alakazam was right. "Just being lazy throughout your life won't benefit anyone. You're an explorer, no? Your teammates count on you to lead them, and they'll mimic their leader."
Bruce looked back at the group. –They could die…? But, we've managed so far… Could I really be holding them back?-
"Now, here." He almost immediately felt the memory flash in front of his eyes, almost bringing them to tears. "Insipre courage. Face your scars."
Bruce walked up to the stage, taking the guitar from Pick's hands. He sighed softly. –Gene… This is for you.-
"I wake in the morning tired of sleeping
Get in the shower and make my bed alone
I put on my makeup talking to the mirror
Ready for a new day without you
And I walk steady on my feet, I talk, my voice obeys me
I go out at night, sleep without the lights
And I do all of the things I have to keeping you off my mind
But when I think I'll be alright I am always wrong 'cause-"
"And I walk steady on my feet, I talk, my voice obeys me. I go out at night, sleep without the lights, and I do all the things I have to, keeping you off my mind, but when I think I'll be alright, I am always wrong, 'cause-"
Stick played a soft drum beat, following in tune with the Servine. Wynn looked on, never seeing this side of her Senpai ever before. It hurt. She didn't like it.
My hands, don't wanna start again
My hands, no, they don't wanna understand
My hands, they just shake and try to break whatever peace I may find
My hands, they only agree to hold
Your hands, and they don't wanna be without
Your hands, and they will not let me go, no, they will not let me go…"
Bruce gulped, trying to stay focused. More and more memories flashed before his eyes, they times they had spent together, every waking moment, played over and over. He kept singing, because this was something he needed to do.
"I talk about you now and go a day without crying
I go out with my friends now, I stay home all alone
And I don't see you everywhere and I can say your name easily
I laugh a bit louder without you
And I see different shades now and I'm almost never afraid now
But when I think I'll be okay I am always wrong 'cause-"
Kitalia looked on as well. She knew exactly what this was all about. Feeling every ounce of emotion pouring not from Bruce's eyes, but his heart, she knew she couldn't interfere.
My hands, don't wanna start again
My hands, no, they don't wanna understand
My hands, they just shake and try to break whatever peace I may find
My hands, they only agree to hold
Your hands, no, they don't wanna be without
Your hands, and they will not let me go, no, they will not let me go
Sometimes I wake, I see them reaching out for you
Quietly breaking whatever shields I spent so long building up
I cannot fake 'cause when they cry I'm unspoken
They miss holding my baby
My hands, no, they don't wanna understand
They just shake and try to break whatever peace I may find
My hands, your hands, they don't wanna be without
Your hands, and they will not let me go, no, they will not let me go
My hands, don't wanna start again
My hands, no, they don't wanna understand
My hands, they just shake and try to break whatever peace I may find
My hands, only agree to hold
Your hands, no, they don't wanna be without
Your hands, and they will not let me go, nooooo, they will not let me go….
No, they will not let me go…."
Bruce fell to his knees, the mic rolling out of his paws, as he just sat there, crying into his hands. Wynn finally lost her patience, running for the stage, forcing her way into his arms.
"Senpai, Senpai, it's okay, it's okay, I'm here now…" She bathed his face in comforting licks, but even her presence couldn't even scratch away his depression. Everyone in the crowd was tearing up, feeling it as well. He made his way to his feet, looking up, azure eyes a bloodshot red, sniffling softly, walking straight for the door, closing it behind him. Wynn jumped to her feet, but felt herself stopped.
"This is something he needs to do, young one. Sometimes, you must fall low, to reach high." Mister Al got up, reaching for his cane.
Outside, Bruce didn't know what to feel. –Hate? Rage? Guilt? Depression?- He growled loudly, his fists glowing brighter then before. "Why does this have to be so confusing, DAMMIT?" He smashed his hand into a tree, the trunk shattering, falling backwards and crashing to the floor. "WHY?" He jumped onto the tree, pulverizing it into the ground, memories flashing in front of his eyes. "WHY? WHY? WHY-" He felt his fist stopped, as he looked behind him.
"You know, rage does blind you." Mister Al's voice rung behind him. "There is venting your anger, your emotions… But too much at one time will lead you into blindness. Where you feel you can't make a proper choice unless you're in the state you are now. Do you want that?"
"Not really, no…" Bruce got to his feet, brushing the wood chips off his body.
"Here, come back, to your team." Bruce walked over to him, the Alakazam outing an arm over him.
He opened the door for Bruce, to be met by roars of approval, and lots of clapping. The Servine's eyes lit up, smiling softly.
"Stein, Phillip, come here." He called to the two Quilavas, them coming rather fast. "Now… It's time I left."
"Oh, okay, bye then!" Pick hugged him, looking up at him.
"No, Phillip… It's time for me to move on."
"W-Wait, what?" Stick stood by his brother, who had let go of his hug.
"You two have your dreams… And you no longer need me. There comes a time, when you can predict your time is us, and it's time to move to the Hall of Origin." He patted them both on the head.
"But… Mister Al… What about Kareoke Night? It won't be the same without you." Pick whined softly, tears coming to his eyes.
"You've watched me long enough, to know how I create songs. And feel free to tell your brother about your identic memory anytime, Stein." He smiled softly.
"Broski, you've…"
"Yeah, I can't help it. Don't worry, we'll be fine." Stick wrapped an arm around his brother.
"Bye now." Mister Al turned around, smiling still. He took a few steps out into the road, before turning around. "Oh, Bruce, come here, before I go."
Bruce ran out to him. "Yeah?"
"There's a poem I needed to relay to you."
For many years,
That the day when all the powers of the world come together,
Nature's fury, the wrath of the volcanos,
The cries of the clouds, and the everflowing energy that surrounds us,
Will form together, overcome all,
And create the new world,
A new Dissidia.
He almost immediately teleported away, leaving a very confused Servine. –That poem…-
HO-LY COW! It has been forever since I've posted, and I am SO sorry! My lappy crashes hard, but the good news is, it's alive, and never been better! Well, sorta. But, I'm back! The bad news, is Chapter 5 has been cancelled. I'm sorry, but honestly, this month of no writing has kinda lost the idea, and even though I had a good half of it RPed out, I just can't finish it. BUT THE GOOD NEWS! I have the next two chapters pretty much written out! All I have to do is edit and polish! So there will be more content, quickly too! Until then! Bruce out!