Innocencia at Maturite (Innocence and Maturity)

Summary: This is a Tie-in prequel story with The Fantasy of Reality through the eyes of Remy Anima. After fleeing from his homeland, he began dreaming a mysterious cry from the echoes of his mind. Until, upon meeting the pokemon to their world, it rekindled his shattered soul back to life.

Chapter 5: Tongue of Pokemon and Humans

Timeline: 3 days before meeting Lucy. Day 5 at 2 pm.

"How do you find my motherland? Is it tranquil?" I gave him a nod while I finished the remaining of my picked meal. "So … you got plans that need to be done?"

"Yep." Picking up my extra notebook, I continued writing chapter 2 of my first book about New Zealand. While I was writing this chapter, my sister always lay on top of my head. I find it comfortable to the point it flusters my mind.

Thus, for the rest of the afternoon, I began my work to become a novelist by writing my first book written here in my new home and reality.

Timeline: 2 days before meeting Lucy. Day 6 at 10 am.

This is another day for me to tailor myself for another walk. Every time I look back at Smeargle, he reminds me of my adopted son. Lost and hungry, I pity the child and brought it at my home. Right now, my said pokemon was painting and decorating the walls of its room as usual. I have to say that I'm impressed by his paintings. But alas, it's still a child growing up.

Arriving downstairs, I can see his pokemon wagging its tail all over the living room. "Looks like his sister love cleaning so much." Approaching her, I greeted her morning with a pat on her head. "Morning there little fella."

"Mincci! Minccino!"

"Where's your partner?"

"…. Miinnn?"

"Have you seen Remy?"

"Mincci?"

Sigh, "Where is your big brother?"

"Minccino." Seeing her small arm pointing at the kitchen, I rub her belly a bit as a way of thanks.

Checking the kitchen, I smell something good and strong. Somewhat toxicating. Steam pots are occupying the gas stove. Veggie and meat remains are at the chopping board. To make things much more appealing, the table is already set up with plates, glasses, spoons and forks, and bowls. "Hey there! I didn't know you were cooking something for all of us Remy."

"I … uh-m. I kinda forgot giving you a letter at your email last night that I'll be cooking something for us." This time though, he was wearing a yellow and white shirt and light blue pants. I find his smile rather similar to a smart business man. But his voice does tell a different story. He is now a new person compared to our first meeting in the Philippines. It makes me wonder how he managed to writing something so intricate and creative at his young suffering age. He's no ordinary breed.

…

After we had our lunch, I'm watching him and his pokemon from the veranda of my backhouse. He was reading a book of sorts while he was gesturing his arms to his sister. From the way he's talking, he must be teaching something to his sister. I could say he makes a great parent whether he wanted to marry someone or not. But something tells me there will be a time where Remy has to find a human companion again. If he was affectionate to his pokemon, I think … his pokemon may be the one helping him to be open to humans somewhere in the future.

"Say … Aaaee."

" …mmmuuuhhh."

"Deep breaths sister. Don't tone up too much. You can do it." Seeing his face lowering down at his pokemon's level makes me giggle on how silly those two could actually be. " ... trust … you." That is quite a silent moment for both. It's weird for a gaming kid of modern times like him to be so attached to something that is not so realistic. But … with these creatures … that he loved all throughout his life … roaming around our world, he … turned a new leaf. Metanoia.

"mmm….maaa. aaaaaaeee." Being carried by Remy, I can clearly hear her squeak her own name.

…

"You did it sister!" hugging is a good medicine. Like the first night she hugged me, I return the favor when she accomplished it. "That will be it for today. One letter at a time. Now it's my turn to learn your language sister."

"Minccino! Min!" giving her a piece of our fruit salad, she nibbles it adorably. I've never been this livelier than ever before. Maybe it's because of the pokemon finally joining with ours.

"So … can you say to me, 'I am your sister!' in your own way?" after that nod from her, I'm all ears to learn like a kid once again. I'm like eight year old again, the age I began playing my first Pokemon Game: Pokemon Sapphire Version.

"Min … cci … Minccino!" her tone may be furry for me but I can try to at least understand her

"Can I join now? Let me practice your language with you … together." All I really needed was to pet her on the head and scratch her ears. "Let's start in 1 … 2 … now."

" Mmmiiiiinnn" "I" … "ccccciiiii" "am" … "Mmmmiiinnnccciiinnnoo!" "your sister!"

"Minccino min!"

"You're now saying 'You did it!' … right?" seeing her little head nod at mine, I felt so proud for both of us. I learned to translate her language to English through phonology. She learned to say 'A'!

…

It was late in the evening that both of us slept together at my home. I'll be honest with you. I may not have a torchic to hug at night for warmth. But I got a Minccino to keep me cozy.

Just as I fell asleep, I heard some kind of voice. Being in the sub urban side gives me a feeling that this night, I should be on guard. I quickly picked up my Swiss army knife and set myself up. I bought it myself before since thieves and hostage masters are common in my old place. Plus, since I've lost faith to them, I've learned to get my guard up as an act of defense. The bedroom door was creaking. As I get close to the door, I turned the knob slowly, and …

"FREEZE!"

Wait. No one's … here?

"Don't get too tense there young man. I mean no harm." Hearing that voice in my head, I dropped my intensity a bit but I'm still on alert. "I know speaking to you in your mind won't make sense. Perhaps, you should wait until morning. You'll receive something. A life changing factor on how you can trust humans again. And how you can make a name for yourself."

Then the voice disappeared.

When I returned to bed, I can see my sister worried for me. I just gave her a pet.

"Don't worry sister. It's nothing. I thought I heard something." I smiled. "Let's get some sleep."