This is just great I'm running into yet another dead end wall.
Oh, well… Guess I'll have to try to bust through it like I did last time.
Hope you enjoy the next chapter of this story.
Despite how slow it's gotten.
National Suicide Hotline:1-800-488-3000
The one thing we all have in common, someone very special gave us life.
Tyrone hated the fact that he had to sneak out of the back like he was some kind of thief, but he hated wearing that hood and extra jacket even more. It was embarrassing to walk down the streets looking like he was going to rob a bank or something. He could feel everyone's eyes staring at him following the Jade and Lou. And the extra Jacket around his waist was tied funny on his tail. That particular body part was still sensitive from his earlier encounter with the Raticate.
"Here we are," Jade said as we got to the Silver Shrine, "Can I trust you to be careful from here on out?"
"You're not coming?"
"No, I have something that I need to do first."
"So you're letting me go alone," Tyrone asked happily.
"Of course not," she laughed, "That's why Louis's here."
"Yippie, I get to play with the puppy," Lou bounced on top of Tyrone, followed by most of the Eggsecute.
"(Play! Play! Play!)," they kept crying.
"Get off of me, all of you," Tyrone shouted, "I'm not a Puppy!"
When Tyrone and Lou finally went up the steps to Miss Kay's house, Jade got down on the ground and removed the contents of her bag. She had forgotten to do this for a while, so she felt like her mother had missed her. Which in the long run was quite silly since, we all know that her mother wasn't even there. She set up the incense, not even caring if people saw her today or not.
"Hi mom, it's me again," Jade smiled, "Sorry I wasn't here for the past few days. You wont believe what's been happening lately…"
"(Who you talking to?)"
Jade looked down to see one of the four Eggsecute stayed behind. Now Eggsecute don't possess the ability to look cute or innocent, but Jade could see how immature this one was.
"I'm talking to mom."
"(Your mommy's a shiny wock?)"
"No, she's not," Jade smiled at the Seed Pokémon. It was hard for her to believe that this creature used to be (at least part of) that psychotic human, Tarsa, just a few days prier.
"(Hi miss Jade's mom! I'm Sue!)," he/she/it said to the Shrine, "(You're weally pwetty!)"
"She can't hear you, Sue."
"(Oh…)," Sue frowned, then looked up at the Shrine again, "(HELLO, MISS JADE'S MOM! YOU'RE WEALLY PWETTY!!)"
"That's not what I meant, Sue," Jade couldn't help but laugh.
"(Oh, you meant that… she's gone.)," Sue got quiet again, "(Like my mom.)"
"Yes," Jade nodded, "I miss her and this is the only time that I get to… Wait, your mom?"
A very well known fact about Eggsecute… When they're "born", they are really just an Eggecutor's head that's fallen off. They literally don't have mothers or fathers. Technically, they are their own parents. Which, in all honesty, is just weird in itself. Don't go blaming me if that doesn't make sense. Blame Arceus for making them like that. Heck, just do what I do and blame Mew. That little screwball must have had something to do with it. Oh, wait… off subject…
"(Yeah, my mom.)," Sue frowned, "(She died a welly long time ago. I can't wemember her good, but I said some weally mean things to her, before she died.)"
"So did I," Jade sighed, then laughed to herself, "I can't believe I'm relating to you."
"(Can you hold me? I don't feel so good.)," Sue was shaking, Jade felt sorry for the poor thing despite who it was, "(Well, If you're mommy can hear you, then can she tell my mommy that I'm sorry, wight?)"
Jade stayed quiet for a minute.
"Why don't you ask mom yourself?"
Sue hopped off of Jade and bowed in prayer, "(Miss Jade's mom, Please let her know how I feel.)"
Jade picked up Sue and placed it on her lap again, "See what I have to deal with, mom. Please guide me somehow."
"Jade? Hey, Jade is that you?" Jade turned around to see a dark haired girl running up to her.
"Oh I remember you! You're…"
When it was all over the fire didn't go away, but the rush in it was fading away. She saddened again as the light faded, but was shocked at what happened. The Observers could barely tell that the light had faded from her body. All the while, the figure that stood before her was that of a Midnight Black Ninetails. It closed it's eyes in disappointment.
"I don't believe it…," I stood in awe.
"It can't be…," Brandy was stunned as I was, "Did they switch places or something?"
To understand our confusion, one must go back five minutes and know that we were watching a Black Vulpix and a White Vulpix evolve into their mature forms. Both of them Evolved at the exact same time, but not into what anyone expected. Well, yes they did, but yet they didn't. They evolved into a Black Ninetails and a Silver Ninetails. And yet I can tell you that the White Vulpix was not the Silver Ninetails that stood before us in that instant.
"It's Kubbi," I said.
As hard as it was for us to believe, it was true. The black Vulpix that I've been dreaming memories of was The Legendary Silver Ninetails, Kubbi. I'd know her anywhere. Well, anyone should be able to. Her aura is too beautiful, too attractive, too pure to be anything else.
"Kubbi was the Yin," Brandy was gawking, "That can't be right, she was good, completely good."
"(Brother? What's happened? Where have you've gone?)," despite her evolution, Kubbi's personality didn't change much at all.
"(I'm right here, sister…)," her Brother said out of grief, but with a smile, "(You look amazing.)"
"(Brother, you're…)," Kubbi stared at her brother's new coat. He was as dark as she used to be, if not darker.
"(I know.)," he opened his blue eyes, "(Let's hurry to save the humans from mother.)"
The dreamworld blacked out again, but unlike before I knew it was because we were waking up.
"No not again," I cried as we fell awake.~~~~
"Good morning you two," Mom's voice said when she noticed that we were moving.
"(Good morning!)," I felt strangely perky today, despite my freakish dreams. Maybe it was the smell of Mom's cooking.
"Good morning Mrs. Lawrence," Brandy stretched the aches from his body, "You wont believe the dream I just had."
"You both even wake up together," Mom laughed, "how cute."
"How's Andrew?"
"He's recovering faster that we thought he would," Mom smiled getting back to cooking, "Karen's back there, brushing him down."
"That's great to hear," Brandy said, walking over to her. I followed foot and hopped up to a higher place. More specifically, on the counter next to where Mom was cooking.
"(What's cooking, Mom?)," I asked. Despite she couldn't understand what I said, she smiled at my comment.
"By the way," she turned to Brandy, "Principal Bisha called for you several times this morning."
"Really how many times?"
"Hard to say," Mom laughed, she was strangely happy today too, "He really wants to talk to you today."
"Are you okay Mrs. Lawrence," Brandy asked, he must have noticed her strange attitude too.
"I'm fine, Why wouldn't I be," she smiled again, "But please call me Cathy, I'm not your teacher anymore."
…I should be happy to see my mother happy right?…
…So why am I depressed to see her like this?…
"What's wrong Tyler," Mom pet me, "You want some food too?"
"(You're happy…)," I was hungry, but I was too depressed to show it.
"Okay, then I'll make something nice and sweet just for you," she was completely oblivious.
…Doesn't she miss me at all?…
"Wont that be nice, Tyler," Brandy asked as he put his hand on my 'shoulder.' Needless to be said, he gave me quite a scare. I let out a small Ember attack out of shock. Mom got out of the way and saved her cooking.
"(I'm so sorry!)," I apologized, then turned to Brandy , "(Please tell her. I'm sorry.)"
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Cathy," Brandy apologized for me again, "He's not used to his firepower yet."
"Then you shouldn't sneak up on him," Mom laughed again, she was so happy. She just shook off what had happened like it was nothing and got back to cooking. This just wasn't like her.
"(Dad, can I talk to you?)," I chirped.
"Maybe I should make something out of Hondew Berries," Mom suggested.
"No, he's allergic to those types of berries!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Mom gasped, "I'll make him something else then."
"(Um, Hello. I need to talk to you. Like right now!)"
"You do that then," Brandy said lifting me off the counter, "We're going to go see about Andrew."
"That's fine with me, dear."
"(What did you mean allergic?)," I asked when we got outside, "(I've had plenty of Pokéberries before.)"
"Tarsa fed you so many Happiness Berries that they nearly destroyed the chemical balance in your brain," Brandy warned me, "Anymore and you would have been a giggling retard for the rest of your life."
"(So you really can understand me…)," I sort of asked, hoping the answer would be 'no'. Or at least, 'Um, sorry. Uh, I don't know that combination yet. Durrr.'
"Yeah, and it seems to only be with you," Brandy said, "I tried talking to Leo last night, but no luck."
"(How's this possible?)"
"Maybe Mew gave us some kind of mental link, or something."
"(That Mew, the next time that I see him, I'm gonna…)"
"What did you want to talk about?"
"(Oh, right. Did anything about mom seem weird to you?)"
"Your mom's making something to eat?"
"(I mean my mother's attitude…)"
"What about it?"
"(She seems too sincerely happy.)," I looked back at the door, "(I noticed that last time she was faking, but this time…)"
"As if she doesn't have a care in the world."
"(Right… she's so happy that she's cooking.)," I groaned.
"So what, it's what you wanted from Kubbi, isn't it?"
"(Yeah, but it… It's as if I never existed. That's not what I wanted.)"
"Well, we can't always get what we want."
"(No, you don't get it.)," I tried to hold back my tears, "(I want Kubbi to change 'how' I died, not 'that' I died. This just makes her look like she's never cared about me.)"
"Well, maybe she's in the denial stage," Brandy suggested.
"(Denial stage?)"
"You know one of the five stages of mourning," Brandy tried to explain, despite I already know what he was talking about, "She just not acknowledging that you're dead yet."
"(Maybe…)"
"Next comes anger," Brandy said, "When you see her get mad, then you'll know that she's in stage two."
"(If that's true, then I'll see her angry come lunch time.)"
"Why's that?"
"(Have you tried my mother's cooking?)," I joked so that I could laugh, it didn't work, "(I miss it…)"
"Well, lucky you! You get to try it again today."
"(Okay, so long as you avoid it. Trust me, you'll thank me later.)," I kind of laughed, "(By the way, you do realize that I can walk on my own right? I don't need to be carried everywhere.)"
"Force of habit," Brandy shrugged putting me back down on the ground, "I'm going to go see about Andrew do you want to come?"
"(No, but I've got nothing better to do.)"
"(Tyler!)" That voice…!
"(Oh shit! Pick me back up please! I'm begging you!)," I climbed back up his pants leg, "(Keep her away from me!)"
"Who is she?"
"(No time to expla-Gag!)," Fia caught me.
"So, is she your girlfriend," Brandy laughed.
"(No, don't say things like that!)," I begged.
"What? Are you embarrassed? Because she is a cutie."
"(No, because every time someone says something like that then…)"
"(Milkshake!)," Adian roared, "(How dare you canoodle with my Fia!)"
"(Oh God SAVE ME!!!!!)," I screamed. Apparently, he was listening because three large rocks fell out of the sky. One of them landed on Adian and one of them bonked Fia on the head, "(Thank you…)"
"(Weeeee!!!!)," the last rock squealed as is landed on my head.
Wait, rocks don't squeal…
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The Five Stages of Mourning
1. Denial - More than a river in Egypt. This stage is when a person refuses to accept that what's happened has happened. They basically go "this isn't happening."
2. Anger- a little less than blind rage. The person realizes that what's happening is happening, so then they ask the questions WHY ME!?! What did I do wrong? I don't deserve this!!!!!
3. Bartering- The pointless attempt to beg that what has happened (or in most cases going to happen) to no longer happen. Basically the "Give'm back!" Part.
4. Depression- The realization that Bartering wont work. You are never getting back that which was lost. You still don't want it to be, but it is.
5. Acceptance- The realization that "You've cried long enough". Not that what happened wasn't important, but one can only mourn for so long. I, for one, am sad about many events (such as the death of my Greatgrandad a few years ago), but I realize that the other events of my life need more attention than the few. I realized that the dead can take care of the dead, but the living are still here and need help.
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†…Happy Anniversary GreatGrandad…†
†I'm glad that you found your way back home.†
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