I really need a break.
So after this chapter there will be a delay.
I hate to do it Especially NOW.
You'll all see why.
Oh and Happy Father's Day!
I gotted my daddie a T-Shirt!
National Suicide Hotline:1-800-488-3000
If it's not important enough to remember then… I forget the rest.
I don't remember what happened after Kiki fell asleep. I doubt that I'll ever be able to remember. I remember that laid down to sleep, but then… Poof. I was standing on a table outside, with the entire school looking at me.
"Thank you Mr. Smith for that inspiring speech," Principal Bisha clapped for his subordinate.
Despite that no one in the entire school really heard a speech, everyone clapped and cheered according to their personality. I have already been introduced to everyone by this point as the new mascot. Kiki claims that she was still sleeping in a hiding place under the Milkshake Manor. By this point in time, I really wasn't myself. I can't tell you why at this point in our story though.
"Now students, I can see that many of you are… enthusiastic about our new mascot," Principal Bisha looked out to the crowd of people.
Anyone could tell that Bisha was not happy with the students. Someone had spread a rumor that students were going to be allowed to wear Pokémon costumes today. The other teachers didn't like it but eh, what could they do? They couldn't exactly give everyone detention or send everyone back home to change back into their uniforms. As far as Principal Bisha was concerned, it worked into the plan just fine. Most of the Upper Class students wore expensive costumes while the lower classes had cheaply made ones that gave people the general idea of what they were. So, Tyrone's revenge became utterly worthless.
Now, let me paint a better scene. Principal Bisha had everyone gathered onto the Pokémon battlefields. Imagine almost a thousand students standing in lines (depending on their homeroom, then age groups). Almost every one of these students wearing ears, wings, tails, and if not then some T-shirt with a Pokémon on it. Also try to remember that it hasn't rained in a few days and there was only a single cloud in the sky. (Which really wasn't a cloud to begin with.) In other words it was H-O-T. Even though I'm a Fire-Type, I could feel the heat going through my feathers like red needles. That was how HOT it was…
Focusing back on the students, the only students that weren't sweating in the fields were my quote on quote parents. Karen was pulled to the side by her father. He had somethings that he wanted to 'discuss' with her. Brandy was seated next to where Mr. Smith decided to sit down. Mom was also there. Some time earlier Principal Bisha invited her back as the history teacher. She was excited to get her old job back, but she still never told as to why she was fired to begin with.
"As the fine Mr. Smith put it. This unexpected birth has granted us a chance to start a new chapter in our school's history. With the Representative Trainer Contests coming in less than a month we must prepare ourselves to compete with the rivaling schools. Senior class train hard so that we will not lose this year. Make your fellow classmates proud to cheer you on," Principal Bisha tried to rile up everyone with the school cheer, but no one seemed to be looking at his signal. Instead everyone was looking into the sky, "What are all you looking at… what the hell!"
"Look out below," Rio shouted, gripping a Charmander to his chest, "I can't steer!"
"Gah," was the only statement that Principal Bisha could let out before being landed on. The flaming parachute collapsed safely nearby. Brandy was quick to let Phineas out so that they could put out the fire. It was hard to tell what the rest of the school was feeling. Some were in shock, others just burst out laughing, the last few just thought that it was part of the show so they cheered in enjoyment.
"I'm so sorry," Rio bowed over and again, "we were flying. When our plane suddenly ran out of gas. We had to jump. I'm sorry."
"I understand how frightening that was, but…," Mom stood up and smiled as if nothing was wrong.
"Would you mind getting off of me," Principal Bisha growled to himself waiting patiently for Rio to take step to the right.
"I'm sorry. Oh and Blare," the kid patted the lizard clinging to his chest, "you can let go now. We're on the ground now."
"(I can't.)," Blare pulled, her claws were stuck.
"Looks like her claws are caught. Here come with me," Mom took Rio and lead quietly him off the 'stage'.
"Mrs. Lawrence, I'd like to speak to that child when this is over," Principal Bisha then turned to the rest of the school, "Please settle down students. Ignore the interruption so we may continue and get out of this heat."
It took them a minute, but everyone turned their complaints into mere whispers and grumbling. Later to be turned into rumors on the wind.
"Good, now as I was saying," Principal Bisha recomposed himself to continue his speech. As incredibly interesting as a speech from the Principal would be, I didn't hear it. I was curious. So instead of staying on my pedestal, I left with Brandy and Mom to get out of the hot sun.
"(You're a Charmander, right?)," Phineas asked, "(Wow, you're a big one too aren't you?)"
"(Are ya saying that I'm fat!)," the Charmander tried to turn the best that she could but she was still stuck on that Rio kid.
"(Wouldn't know. We don't have very many Charmander around here.)"
"Blare calm down, will you," Rio yelped, "you're starting to stab me."
"Okay, this is our school's Pokémon Center," Mom commented, "it's not all that great but it's private in here."
"You have a mini Pokémon Center in your school!"
"You're defiantly not from around here, are you," Brandy asked.
"This is so embarrassing for me to ask," Rio sighed, "Where did we land?"
"You're in the small town of Golnar," Mom smiled, "the two of you are the first visitors that we've had in a long time."
"(I can't even remember the last time that we had…)," I started to say when I realized how literal my statement was at the moment.
"Here we are. Three more to go," Mom said.
"You do know that I'm old enough to take care of myself right," Rio said.
"I suppose so," Mom stopped fidgeting with the shirt and let Rio take over, "I'm sure that you have your parents worried sick about you too."
"Don't I know it," Rio laughed, "They'd enjoy being in heaven if they weren't so worried about me down here."
"Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't know," Mom bowed her head sympathetically.
"That's why they sent me Blare here," Rio smiled patting that Charmander on the back again, "She's my Lucky Charm. Although she's usually getting me into trouble."
"(Not a very lucky charm are you?)," Phineas laughed at the Charmander.
"(Tsk, whatever ya…)," Blare grumbled before their eyes met, "(Reborn!)"
"(So I take it your real name was Ruby.)," Phineas leaped up and knocked her on the head, "(That was a very stupid stunt you pulled!)"
"(Gee, don't ya think I know that?)," Blare hissed, "(Besides it's not my fault da fuel line broke.)"
"Phineas, why did you go and do that," Brandy sighed to himself.
"Excuse me for a minute," Mom got up and left the room.
I didn't bother to guess why…
"Finally, it's finished," Principal Bisha sighed to himself. After everything was said and done Manny Bisha returned to the comfort and safety of his office.
"You know in the old myths," Tenma took out one of his cigarets, "men who tried to prevent their fates only served to fulfill them."
"Are you telling me that there's still a way for Lawrence to kill me," Bisha glared.
"No, of course not. We both know for a fact that he's dead," Tenma breathed in deeply, "I'm complimenting you for doing what no other man has before you."
"You're not lying to me are you?"
"What point would there be in doing that," Tenma laughed.
"That is not an answer."
"Forgive me, but you ask my opinion so scarcely. I thought you wouldn't honestly want it," Tenma said as he let the smoke pour out of his mouth. Realizing what he had done, Tenma made a face. He put the cigaret back in his mouth and puffed a few more times.
"Is something wrong?"
"No," Tenma made his way back to the door, "I think I should go outside to enjoy this…"
"Fine, but not in front of the students."
"Yes sir," Tenma growled for more reasons than one as he shut the door.
"I'm sorry about that," Mom apologised when she came back, "I don't know what came over me."
She sat down next to me. Her eyes were redder and there were some strange lines that ran down both of her cheeks. I was the only one close enough to her to notice. I didn't know why, but seeing her like that made me want to be closer to her. She pet my head when I rubbed up against her. She just smiled again like nothing had happened. Like she's done so many times before. I couldn't place as to when those other times were.
"I guess I should formally introduce myself. I'm Rio Elric," Rio bowed, then introduced his Charmander in a flashy way, "and this is my partner, Blare."
Brandy and Mom both just stared at each other.
"What? Did I do something wrong?"
"No…," Mom stood up to mimic Rio, "My name is Catherine Cambell, but everyone calls me Mrs. Lawrence for some reason or another."
"You can call me Brandy. The Totodile is Phineas and this is…," Brandy said picking me up, "that's strange."
"What's strange? You know besides me falling out of the sky," Rio laughed nervously.
"This Torchic's white," Brandy pointed out, the rest of us fell over.
"Well, I can see that," Rio laughed, "But weren't you going to tell me his name?"
Brandy lowered his head. He struggled to recall, but my name seemed to be lost to him too.
"(So it's not just me, is it?)," I spoke up.
Brandy gave me a confused look for a second before lowering his head in shame.
"(You can't remember who I am either?)"
"I'm sorry it seems to have slipped my mind," Brandy laughingly explained, "His name's been changed recently."
"(Tell me you two are joking. You should know that his name is… is… um)," Phineas cocked his head, "(wait… what was your name?)"
"Let's see," Mom didn't have to think for long, "If I remember correctly we renamed him Tyler."
"(Damn it! Why couldn't we remember that?)," I snapped, "(But what's my real name?)"
"(Maybe it's because…)," Blare finally looked at me.
As our eyes met, I had the same vision that Phineas had seen earlier. Just like always, the death I saw only last a few seconds. Meanwhile, what she saw lasted what felt like hours. I should be telling you how she died, but I think that it would be unnecessary. It wasn't anything embarrassing, it is something that should not be attempted by children. I can tell you that it did involve a motorcycle, a ring of fire, a tank of Sharpedo, and a loop-de-loop. She never made it to the Loop-de-loop though.
"(Sweet Mother of Profanity!)," Blare shouted, "(You're a Reborn too? Aren't ya? I mean… What was that?)"
"(My death. Did you happen to hear my real name? Tell me, if you did.)"
"(Tell me what that was first!)," Blare pointed at us, "(why did you? And then that there kid? What kind of Reborn are you?)"
"Hey, Blare are you okay," Rio picked her up, "I've never seen you so scared before."
"Perhaps she's still a little frightened about jumping out of that plane."
"You kidding? She's done things three times scarier than-," Rio stopped, "Why are you crying?"
"See? She is scared," Mom smiled, not even realizing that Blare wasn't the one crying, "Poor thing. Here, how about I give you a quick check up? If you're good, you'll get a nice treat."
"(What a whacko town…)," Blare pantomimed 'screwball', as my crying mother took her to the back room.
Tenma Smith removed himself to one of the corner areas outside the school. It was one of those secret areas, were none of the windows of the school could see him. He let his thoughts wonder as to why this 'miracle' was happening. For over Fifty years, he's never had a truly successful session of smoking without nearly coughing his lungs out. There was that time when there was blood on the other end of the bud, but even then he slightly winced. This time was different. This time it was as if he weren't smoking at all.
"I can't believe this. I can smoke," Tenma examined as he took in a few more puffs as if he were breathing fresh air.
"There you are," Jade stomped her way to her uncle, "Why did you do that?"
"I don't know what you mean," Tenma got back to enjoying his cigarette, "I do this all the time."
"I mean what you did at the assembly," Jade shoved her uncle into the wall, "You erased John's memory from every human in the school."
"Oh you're being overly dramatic, but like I said… I do it all the time."
"So that's why no one remembers Tarsa either," Jade let her Uncle continue to smoke, "It was you."
"Well, I can't have people looking for Tarsa when he is what he is now, now can we," Tarsa took another puff, "Besides, I would think that you'd be thanking me."
"Why in Hell would I be thanking you!"
"That boyfriend of yours for example," Tenma grinned, "he would always be miserable so long as he could remember that Lawrence boy."
"That's not for you to decide," Jade snapped, "and he's not my boyfriend."
"Why do you deny that human being your friend? Why not forsake him completely?"
"That's none of your business."
"Jade, I'm your uncle. The only real family you have left. I was there the day you were born, I was there when you died and I was there when you were Reborn," Tenma wrapped his arms around his niece, "I was even at the pit of your despair, when you finally learned that your mother was killed…"
Jade grew quiet, letting Tenma hold her close.
"You know that you can't keep secrets from me," Tenma's voice grew distinctively lower… smoother… softer…
"And I haven't…," Jade's arms rose from their limp positions and found themselves on Tenma's chest, "But hypnotizing… hu-mans."
"Is almost as easy as breathing," Tenma said as their breath's became synchronized and slow, "yet I can't do it too often."
"why… why not?"
"Because then people would start to notice…"
"…that you… do this all the time…?"
"…yes," Tenma whispered in her ear, "You know that you can always trust me…"
"I… No, I can't," Jade spoke almost in a daze at her realization.
"Why?"
"Because you're always keeping secrets from me," Jade pushed her uncle off of her, "You may be family, but Tyrone's been more honest and open with me than you ever have."
"Funny how you've say that," Tenma sneered, "when he's been spying on us since you got here."
"Tyrone didn't follow me."
"Please, I can hear him growling in the bushes over there," Tenma motioned with his eyes. Tyrone didn't bother to revel himself to the two of them. Instead he ran like a Buneary with his tail between his legs.
"Tyrone," Jade shouted as she ran after him,
leaving Tenma with another mystery to solve…
"Why would he still following you?"
end
In memorium to Ursa Muttly
(Spring 1997 - June 17, 2010)
She was a great dog.
She can never be replaced.
We caught chickens together.
We explored the woods together.
She ate Ticks like they were candy.
And Grapes were her favorite fruit.
She kept my Grandad company when he worked at home.
Mistaken for a Bearskin rug, even when she was young.
Yet she always sound the alarm for when guests came.
Gentle with children, but vicious against intruders.
My Niece through Daybear being my 'brother'.
My Aunt by Grandad being her 'daddy'.
May you Rest In Peace.
My inspiration, My friend, A good Dog.