Nanashi: Okay, Going to need a splatter shield for this chapter.
Freckles: Um, why?
Nanashi: I think that someone's going to try to splatter me.
Freckles: Dare I ask 'why?'
Nanashi: Bad puns…*gulp* Very Bad Puns.
National Suicide Hotline:1-800-488-3000
Are our fates truly set in stone?
"So you need me to help you to find a piece of jewelry or else Kubbi wont make it look like you died differently?"
"(Is it really so hard to believe that I'm not that 'Selfish Stupid Insensitive Bastard' that you branded me as…)," I sighed, Mew snickered as if I had made some horrible pun.
"You heard that?"
"(Heard it, saw it, and felt it. I was still alive… sort of.)"
"I'm sorry. If I had known, I would have… I could have saved you."
"(It's okay, I kind of deserved a few kicks.)," I smiled, for real this time.
…That and I already got you back for it… I thought to myself.
"But me kicking you could of only made your death easier."
"(There's nothing that you could have done. He was ready to die.)," Mew shook his cute little head, "(Without the will to live, mortals will not be able to survive long.)"
"But why did you do it?"
"(Look, it's not important why I did what I did. Will you help me or not?)"
"I could try," Brandy rubbed the back of his head, "But I don't know how much help I'd be."
"(Just by figuring out on your own, you already became a huge help.)"
"What do you mean by th-," Brandy was interrupted by an earth shattering BANGs shaking the dream world apart. The 'ground' below us was the first to go with a BANG and we started to fall at another BANG. Well, Brandy and me did at least. That prankster, Mew, stayed afloat on its own despite the BANGs. Mew waved good-bye as we fell. BANG As Mew got smaller and smaller, the abyss below us became bigger and more welcoming. We were going to fall forever if we didn't… ~~~~~~
*Crash* …fall out off the bed.
Brandy landed on top of my small Torchic body barely missing any vital organs and yet somehow hitting all of the non-vital ones.
"Oh snap," Brandy quickly got up and off of me, "Tyler, are you okay? I'm so sorry!"
I was about to answer when some more of that banging pulsated throughout the house. Wide awake now, Brandy scooped me up from the ground and headed for the door.
"Who could be coming here at this hour," Miss Kay rushed past our room just as Brandy opened it.
"Ms. Kay please open up," the girl behind the door cried, Miss Kay opened the door to revel that it was Karen. She wasn't completely together, "I'm sorry about this. You have to help."
"Child, calm yourself."
"Ms. Kay," Karen cried on Miss Kay's shoulder, "Please, you have to help him. Please."
"Karen, what's going on?"
"Guardians," Seventh asked the rest of the group, "There are guardians?"
"They call themselves 'Curators, But yes, there are guardians for each of the Kimon," Third nodded, "Kimon can only be obtained in one of two ways. By being given willingly, or won in a contest of some kind."
"And how do you expect us to find these Curators," Blue of the Pair, shrugged, "I mean, it's not like they're going to just come out and announce it to everyone."
"Never you mind about such details," Sixth strummed her sitar, "measures have already been put into place."
"Must you play that out of tune piece of junk?"
"Just like how you have to use your rod."
"At least I know how to use my relic."
"Stop acting so immature, both of you," Third threatened with his spear, "How is it you're the former Seventh's son? He acted much more dignified."
"Now now, Third," Second pat Third on the back, "You must remember that he hasn't been with us for very long. It's all still new to him."
"Then what's her excuse," Third snapped.
"I always act dignified," Sixth shrugged.
"Then you wouldn't mind being the first to put their birthright into practice," Tenma Smith mumbled loudly, "for I know who holds one of the Kimon."
"It will be my pleasure," Sixth grinned a smile that would make a Serviper envious.
"If you know where this Kimon is then why don't you get it for us," Seventh asked, "You should be strong enough."
"Why send a Machamp to get rid of a few Rattata," Tenma shrugged, "Such a victory by me would be meaningless."
"Besides that, it is our birthright to harmonize the Kimon together," Sixth strummed her sitar again. It hit a bad note.
"Would you stop playing that thing?"
"Now if our dear little scroll holder would read what future problems we may have to face," Second motioned with his hammer for Pink to step forward.
"I-i'll try," Pink stuttered. She took out her relic, an ancient scroll, from it's hiding place up her sleeve. Pink took timid steps forward so that she could stand in the middle of the round room. She unravels the scroll to surround her. A mysterious force kept the faded documents afloat around her. A horned spirit rose from the floor below her. It grew like a tree made of silver and then stood as if it were a gargoyle. It gave off a strange aura throughout the room. The aura gave everyone, even Tenma, chills.
"Dārgais," Pink's eyes illuminated as a paintbrush materializes itself in her left hand, "Please, tell us the story of our struggles to come."
The horned spirit's eyes illuminated with a deeper light. The orbs that were attached to it's horns did the same. Everyone watched as Pink's hand moves to write on the parts of the scroll that were in front of her. She unconsciously painted what she was seeing.
"I see, a Growlithe, an Azurill and a Vulpix, who are not what they seem. They're somehow hiding themselves amongst humans. One has a Kimon we seek. I see a strong and fearless spirit in the form of wingless flames falling from the sky. She is sent here to protect someone… however her protector is also gone," Pink started to breath uneasily, this form of magic was more advanced than her body could handle, "Those beings don't intend to stop us, yet they will get in the way. And there's one other… I can't see his face, He made a deal of some kind with a Mew and, and, And Milkshake!?!"
Pink refused to see anymore (not that she could if she wanted to), as she collapsed to the floor. Her drawings disbursed like confetti made from a paperback novel. Her sister and Seventh quickly fell to Pink's side. Blue took out her relic, a gourd shaped flask, to help her sister to recover. Pink has to risk her life force in order to see into the future. So long as Blue was there, Pink had nothing to fear about death quite yet.
"Milkshake? What is that supposed to mean," Sixth looked at the Second and Third.
"It seems as though, a big threat will come in a small package," Second turned to Third, "Lucky us."
"We will just need to keep a closer eye on him now wont we," Third nodded.
"No," Pink pushed Blue's relic away from her lips. Blue could tell that her sister wasn't done telling what she had seen, "My last vision hasn't changed. Jonathan Lawrence is still alive."
"What, but that's impossible," Third shouted at Pink.
"Don't all the bad guys say that," Seventh muttered to himself. Pink weakly shook her head.
"Then you must be lying!"
"It's s-st-still as I s-s-saw it b-before. John-nathan L-Lawrence w-will," Pink paused, taking a breath so that she could say the next part without restraint, "He's still going to kill you."
Pink finally accepted to drink from her sister's Flask. After which, she fainted. Seventh took her into his arms to carry her away. Blue follows shortly behind them. Third glared at Tenma.
"You saw his corpse just as well as I did, Third," Tenma put his cigar to rest. He'd have to finish it later. For now, whether Pink was lying about what she's seen or not, Tenma was to be punished for this.
Mom brought Karen some hot tea to settle her nerves. The rest of us stayed quiet for the longest time before Karen was ready to speak again.
"Now can you tell us calmly what happened," Ms. Kay asked sitting down.
"…Dad found out that Andrew got hurt," Karen said as she placed his Pokéball in onto the coffee table, "I need you to take care of him for me, Ms. Kay."
"I can't do that for you."
"Please you have to…," Karen was about to cry again, "I don't want to lose him, but it's the only way he can live."
"But Nurse Joy said that so long as Andrew keeps off his feet," Brandy thought out loud, "Then he'd would be fine after a couple of days."
"A couple of days is not good enough for dad," Karen looked down for a few seconds. Not to sound romantic or anything but I'd think that she was looking into the past while she was staring into her cup of tea. It might have been some kind of traumatic experience, I don't know. She never got around to talk about it and it wasn't any of my business. She sighed before speaking again.
"You know how my family, takes so much pride in raising the strongest and fastest Ponyta and Rapidash there are, " Karen said quietly at first, "It's all a lie. We import all of the strongest and fastest Pokémon that Dad's scouts can find. And then, when Dad sees one of our Pokémon is sick, he kills them. No questions. No exceptions."
"That's horrible," Mom gasped.
"(It's just sick and wrong. No Pokémon should be killed just because of something like that.)"
"Just what I'd say…," Brandy nodded then shut up mid-sentence to look down at me.
"Please Miss Kay, I know that you convinced him before. Please, I'm begging you to do it again. I don't want to lose Andrew."
"Well, there's not much that I can do," Miss Kay sighed deeply, something else was troubling her, "Cathy, do you suppose you could do something for Andrew?"
"I could try," Mom smiled, picking up his Pokéball, "Let's take him to the stable."
It pained me to see my mother leave again, but she wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. I had plenty of time to convince her that I was her son. Besides, I had more important things to worry about right now. Mew said that if I found the Phoenix Gate in time then she'll no longer remember me for doing what I had done. My blood would be on my hands alone, then I could die without regrets.
"It hurts, doesn't it," Brandy said quietly. I looked up, he was still looking at me. I turned my head away. It wasn't like he was talking to me.
"More than you know," Karen resisted to cry, "I've known Andrew since he was born."
"Well, actually I was, I mean," Brandy was acting nervous, "I know what it's like to raise them since they were young, but then have to give them away."
"That's right you work at a Daycare," Karen gripped her cup of tea, "You must be used to giving the Pokémon you raised away, right?"
"Yeah, but lately we've haven't been able to give away any Pokémon," Brandy sighed sitting down next to her, "We're becoming overcrowded because so many people just abandon their Pokémon or their Eggs there. In fact, Tyler here was one of them."
"Really, he was abandoned as an Egg?"
"Yeah, in fact, if it wasn't for John," Brandy pet me on the head a little, "Then I wouldn't have brought that Egg to school. And then we wouldn't have this little bundle of trouble."
"What," both Karen and I were surprised at the same time.
"I felt bad about Team Rocket kidnapping his Treeko… and the Egg needed a home, so I decided to give it to him. I thought that it'd be a great surprise for when he opened up his locker to see it. I can still imagine the look on his face."
"(I didn't know that…)," I thought out loud, "(So that's why you were so mad at me. I really am an Insensitive Bastard.)"
"I really shouldn't have said those things…"
"Said what things?"
"Those things about John…," Brandy sighed, "Man, I'm such an idiot sometimes."
"Me too," Karen was crying again, "Tyrone didn't do anything wrong, but I was so angry… And now he's gone too…"
Those two just sat there for the longest time. You could cut the depression with a knife, it was so thick. God, it was making me depressed just being in the same room as those two. No, actually it was making me angry. Very angry. Seriously, listening to these two mopping about their problems, well…
"(Oh, for crying out loud! Lighten up, you two!)," I shouted my frustration, "(You shouldn't be feeling sorry for yourselves! You did what you thought was right at the time. Sure they were bad decisions, but that's why you both need to learn from them and then move on.)"
"See even Tyler thinks that we're pathetic."
"That's not what he's saying Karen," Brandy smiled at me, "He's telling us to stop feeling sorry for ourselves, right?"
"(That's right!)," I shouted, then paused, "(actually, that was exactly right…)"
"We all did what we thought was right at the time. Sure they were bad decisions, but we need to learn from our mistakes and move on."
"(Word for word…)," it was slowly dawning on me.
"That's what John would have said," Brandy smiled widely.
"(Oh Mew, please no…)"
"Sorry, son," Brandy winked at me, "did I take the words right out of your mouth?"
"There's one more thing," Karen said as she reached into her bag again, "But you're going to think that I'm completely crazy here."
"It can't be that weird," Brandy shrugged.
"Oh no? Remember that lump in Kiki's X-rays," Karen asked as she took out a Pokéball.
"Karen don't take out Kiki…"
"This isn't Kiki's Pokéball," Karen expanded the ball, "This was the lump."
She tossed the ball into the air to release the Pokémon inside, "I think that this is Leo."
end
Cuppy: DUN DUN DUUUUUUN!!!!
Nanahi: Okay, how many puns did you see? I counted at least five.
Freckles: I don't think anyone cares.
Nanashi: Tell that to the fruit vender.
Freckles: Stop trying to tell a joke that no one remembers.
Nanashi: Okay, fine. Please Review everybody!
Freckles: Um, aren't you forgetting something?
Nanashi: Huh?… Oh, yeah! Congratulations to a iScoutRED 'TJ' (formerly: Tjay Latios-of-the-cookie) 1500 Brownie points for being the first to guess and the first one to guess right.
Freckles: Of course, it was almost a year ago so even he doesn't even remember that he did it.
Nanashi: Shut up Freckles. '(ToT)'