So, if you happen to be wondering where the pokeymans are then here's some news for ya! I already have two stories centered around trainers and their pokemon and I want this to be more of a drama within the pokemon world. It's still the pokemon world like we know in the game but, they just aren't the focus :p
They'll pop up here and there because really, pokemon are integrated into their society, right? They can't just not be there.
Don't worry, all will be explained in due time young ones.
For now, enjoy (an extremely short) chapter four!
"Green?"
I jolt awake and sit up suddenly. I put out a hand to my side to prop myself up in my bed but my hand is met with air.
Daisy steps back as I tumble off the couch with a very manly yelp. She smiles and cocks an eyebrow, a hand rested on her hip. She's wearing a pair of jeans and an old faded green tee, her hair tied back by a white bandanna. I know what this outfit means.
"Going out to the garden, granny?" I ask as I hoist myself back onto the couch.
She ignores my granny remark and replies, "yeah, I figured if our patient does wake up today, fresh vegetable soup would be a lot better than grandpa's leftovers." She laughs and adds, "I know he tries his best at cooking but, our patient isn't used to his cooking like we are."
"He's not our patient, he's a random guy from the road," I point out while I try to flatten my bed-head.
"Well, he's sick and we're taking care of him. What else would you call it?"
I shrug and say simply, "common courtesy."
Daisy snorts at this. "It's common courtesy to take in strangers from the road and pamper them with fluffy blankets and homemade soup?"
"The soup thing was your idea," I point out with a finger poised at her. "Besides, anyone would have done it."
She smiles knowingly and tilts her head to the side. "Would anyone give up their bed to a complete stranger, especially when he doesn't even let his own sister sit on his bed?"
"Look, it doesn't matter what we do for him! We—" I stop suddenly, forgetting the point of our back and forth argument and what I was trying to prove. Daisy beams triumphantly and turns daintily on her sandal-ed heels.
"I win. Watch over our patient while I'm gone," she calls over her shoulder as she grabs her wicker basket beside the door.
"Yeah, whatever," I mutter.
The door is about to close behind her but she pokes her head back in and says, "oh, and don't be too sweet to him or the world might end before he gets better."
"Funny," I say with a voice dripping in sarcasm. She just giggles and finally shuts the door behind her with a click.
Jeez, this guy was giving my reputation of number one bad-ass in Pallet a run for its money. Maybe I should pull back a little. I mean, Daisy was more than capable of taking care of him, why did I interfere so much in the first place? This was a job better left to someone who cares about helping others, which I am not.
Nope, I'm still my manly self and that guy can get through whatever he's going through without my help.
I knew I shouldn't have gotten used to the warmth because what I've been dreading over the period it's been with me is happening. It's slowly but surely ebbing away, the cold clutches of the nothingness replacing the void the warmth leaves in its wake.
I try desperately to contain some warmth inside of me, the warmth that told me I was here, that assured my existence but, before long that's gone too.
I'm back in the nothingness.
Back to this non-existent void.
Why?
Why am I here?
What's the point of everything?
No, that's wrong. There is no everything.
Everything is nothing.
It can't be helped.
It's impossible to escape nothing.
Nothing's everywhere.
I'm nothing.
How can you escape from yourself?
SHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORT XP gomen!
Next chapter is when I'm planning for some stuff to happen, so stay tuned! :D
