Disclaimer: Mitsy: KYAAAAA YOU KNOW IT. AND HE LOOKS SO FREAKING CUTE IN THE NEW ART. Lolol how punny of you ; ) Ohai: OH NO I'M NOT GOOD AT GUESSING. UM…UM… KYO? *is shot* Cheren's adorable with or without his glasses, and Bianca looks nerdy but cute : 3 What do you think of them? Ebaz: Yay, Steven! I think it is a hint- it must be. I GET OUT IN SEVEN WEEKS, HELLZ YEAH. I think that we should all have a virtual party when school gets out : 3 Jack: I know, I'm so excited! I can't wait to grind Giovanni's face into the dirt ; ) Puppy: I know, I wouldn't have thought that CHEREN would be the normal-type gym leader; it doesn't make sense, really. I can't wait to battle Green, either : ) And sorry 'bout that homework- at least it's an easy assignment! Deltra: Holyshiz long review *gets glomped* Thanks, it's nice to be back! YES, THE POKEWOOD SHOULD- HOPEFULLY- BE WORTHY OF THE PHRASE 'FANCIFUL FLANNELGRAPHS', BECAUSE I HAVE TO USE THAT IN REAL LIFE AKFGHSKLFJSDKJ THAT IS TOO AWESOME. Fromidam: Omg nuzlocke yay : 3 I have no idea what's up with Bianca, either : / And I agree with you about N and Cheren, although I think that they look cute no matter what. Tri: No, I didn't actually use a tampon X D I thought it would be funny to add in, though. Ohhh, I like that theory; it sounds totally plausible! I'll bet you anything that you're right.
Nickname Vote:
Main Boy- Garrett (6), Kevin (1), Muff (0), Kent (0)
Rival- Mittens (2), Kailen (2), Chase (3), Axel (1)
Main Girl- Leia (3), Blaire (3), Adelaide (2), Usako (0)
Scientist- Isaac (2), Sage (3), Wheatley (2), Germany (1)
Question: Out of all the names you guys have sent in so far/ a few that I've chosen, I've picked four for each. I've already voted on my favourite fanon names- it's your turn!
My Answer: I voted for Garrett, Chase, Leia, and Wheatley.
Characters: Characters from B/W, with mentions of B/W 2 characters.
Summary: A continuation of 'B/W Sequels', because I thought of these depressing things while staring at the CoroCoro scans. This made me incredibly sad while writing it.
Black/ White Sequels
~What started as a whisper,
Slowly turned
Into a scream~
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It is on the last, most beautiful day of summer that they die.
Persim flowers are in full bloom, and their petals ride on the breeze. Artificial light floods the world in a mockery of sunshine. Blue colours the skies.
It truly is beautiful. Flawless, even.
But goodbyes can darken even the brightest of days.
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~Amen, omen,
Will I see your face again?
Amen, omen,
Can I find the place within
To live my life without you?~
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"Hey." White nudges Bianca's shoulder, sending them both rocking. "Remember the time I forced you to play baseball with me, and I hit the ball right in through Cheren's bedroom window? I can't believe we all met that way- he was so mad I swear his glasses fogged up, and Black couldn't stop laughing."
"And that night we had the best sleepover we've ever had." A stray petal is blown her way; Bianca catches it, and cups it reverently in her palm. "We watched that chick flick, and kept pausing the movie to stare at the guy in it. Plus, we ate that whole tub of ice cream."
"A tub of our favourite ice cream," White adds. "You can't leave out that it was our favourite."
"Of course not. Neapolitan ice cream deserves much more respect than that." Bianca folds delicate fingers inwards, and crushes the petal. Glancing down at the still waters that they sit near, she thinks she can glimpse herself and White from afar-
They are laughing. They are shoulder-to-shoulder, their feet dipping into the waters of Nuvema town. They are a tomboy and an aristocrat's daughter, the unlikeliest of pairs.
-But comes back to reality in time to hear White say, "I don't think we slept at all that night- and we both totally flunked that test because of it."
"Oh, well. I don't regret it at all: that whole day was amazing, even if Mother did kill me for failing that test." White's blue eyes sparkle, and Bianca sees-
They are fifteen. They are best friends.
-Sorrow. Despite her light words, sadness is written across White's face. "Hey, B?"
"Hm?"
"I kind of wish that I could ride the ferris wheel one last time." White's voice is tight, but not with humor. "Do that for me, in case I don't get the chance to. Ride for just one rotation, and sit on the left side of the compartment. The view's the best from the left side."
Bianca's face crumples, just like the petal in her hand. "White…"
"Don't cry, B. Don't. Because if you start crying, I'll start crying, too." On the banks of Nuvema Town, two girls embrace for the last time, haloed in the morning light of the internal battery. And this-
They are crying. They are cheek-to-cheek, relishing the feel of water lapping at their ankles. They are the unlikeliest of best friends- a tomboy and an aristocrat's daughter- and even though they are fifteen, they're older than any of us will ever be.
-This is the way they say goodbye.
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~Amen, omen,
Can I find the strength within?~
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Black sprints through the forest, because he has discovered that when you know that you're going to die, all you want to do is feel alive.
Cheren stumbles after him, trying to keep up. His glasses fall and shatter on stones. A branch reaches out and tears the jacket from his shoulders, leaving him in his plain white shirt and orange tie. His feet thunder like the river that flows nearby, as loud and clumsy as an apology.
Light shines through the foliage, splintering like glass, and in each golden ray he sees-
A five-year-old Black with a mop of brown hair and a mouth crowded with teeth, cheerfully introducing himself on the first day of kindergarten.
Black calling him a nerd, but following him around anyway.
Black at twelve years old, dropping by his house at all times of the day to raid his kitchen and force him to get his nose out of his books.
Black laughing like a maniac as White and Bianca burst into his room, shock and dismay stamped on their faces as they apologize for breaking his window.
Black teaching him how to play football, while he tutored Black for Math.
Black happy; Black sad. Black with a broken nose from saying something stupid, or Black with his brown eyes swimming with humor.
-His best friend, his very best friend, in all his forms.
Finally, the adrenaline leaves Black, and he lets himself fall into a blanket of dead leaves. Cheren collapses beside him.
For a long while, they breathe in tandem.
"You're a moron," says Cheren eventually. "What, did you think that you could outrun what waits for you?"
"No." The smile on Black's lips is small, as if someone has stenciled a faint curve onto his mouth. "I was just… Well, where I'm going, I won't have much use for legs, so I might as well use them now. I might as well get my blood pumping and my heart beating, because this is the last time my speed or strength will be need-"
"I'll always need your strength." Cheren clears his throat, and knows that it's not just the lack of glasses that's making his vision blurry.
Black's smile consumes itself, leaving nothing behind. "Who's the moron now?" Reaching out, he flicks the side of Cheren's head. "You'll be okay, man. You'll have to be."
The internal battery reddens, switching to afternoon. The leaves around them get dyed a deep red.
"Just…promise me something, won't you?" Black turns his head away, and tears reflect the redness back at the sky.
Cheren just nods.
"Promise that you won't… that you won't forget, and become best buds with my replacement."
The dark-haired boy rubs at his eyes. "You moron, what a stupid thing to make me promise."
"Promise it anyway."
"Alright, I promise."
"Good. You better."
More tears are falling now, and faster.
Lying side-by-side, the two boys stare up at the sky, and refuse to acknowledge how they're both shaking with sobs.
"Black…"
"What?"
Cheren closes his eyes, and-
He sees Black in front of him with that stupid smile on his face, with that stupid hair that can never be tamed by any hairbrush and those stupid eyes that are always sparkling with something. He sees his very best friend, the boy that he's grown up with, and the trainer he has played against again and again in this never ending game.
-Says, "You're acting like Bianca, being so melodramatic about this. We'll… see each other again, soon." Blue eyes meet brown. "We won't have to fight against each other anymore. We'll be just Cheren and Black, like we used to be." He touches Black lightly on the shoulder. "Just one more game, and I'll disappear, too. So will Bianca. Then it'll be like old times, with all of us together again, and with no more battles to win."
Black laughs silently, squeezing his eyes shut. "Still, in the meantime… Take my strength." He takes a deep breath, and forces a smile. "Maybe you do need it, after all."
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~Old friends become old strangers,
Between the darkness and the dawn~
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Professor Juniper walks slowly around her lab, a phone pressed to her ear.
"How are you feeling?" asks the brunette. "Any light-headedness, any dizziness…?"
"I'm fine," buzzes Fennel. "Of course, we will have to wait for sundown to know for sure. How about you?"
"That's true. It is the same for me." Silence crackles from the mouthpiece. "In case one of us dematerialise, Fennel…"
"Yes?"
"It has been wonderful knowing you. Thank you for that." Feeling the first fingers of vertigo clamp onto her, Professor Juniper sits down, and pulls out a pen and paper.
"No, Emily, thank you. You are my oldest and most trusted friend…"
Dad, the professor writes,
If you're reading this, then I have been replaced. Get Skyla to fly you to Hoenn, like we planned; you'll be safe there.
Love, Emily.
"…If I you want, I can walk down to the lab so that we could speak in person…"
Cheren,
If you are reading this, then I have been replaced. I am so sorry about Black and White, but please, you must stay strong: the replacements will need guidance, and since I will not be around to offer it to them, you must be there for them in my stead. I am entrusting you my patrat, as well as a few of my other lab pokemon, for this purpose- whether you choose to be a gym leader or a mentor, please, guide them well. None of this is their fault.
Sincerely, Professor Juniper.
With a spinning head, Professor Juniper looks up, and sees a man staring at her from outside the lab window. His blonde hair glints pink in the dimming light of the internal battery, and his lab coat swirls around his feet.
"…Emily? Emily?"
The phone drops, and breaks on the tiles below. Fennel's voice breaks with it.
Fighting to keep her composure, Professor Juniper moves on to the last piece of paper, and struggles to overcome her dizziness. The pen shakes violently in her hand.
Bianca,
I have been replaced. Thank you for being my assistant. As a favour for me, please give the starter pokemon to the replacements.
Not having time to sign her name, Professor Juniper sets her orange-rimmed glasses down on the paper instead as the door swings open.
It is the last thing she ever does.
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~Silence is the loudest
Parting word
You never say~
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"You came."
Underneath the dying rays of the internal battery, White and N face each other after months (weeks, days, years) of being apart.
"Of course I did." She moves slowly, as if every movement is difficult for her. "I've already said goodbye to everyone else; I couldn't leave you out."
N searches her eyes, just like the last time they bid each other farewell (except this time, it isn't him that's going to be flying away).
They stare at each other for what seems like a very, very long time.
"Come on." She lifts a hand, and lets it hover uncertainly in the air. "It's… the last ferris wheel ride."
Equally as uncertain, he takes it, and together the two move to sit in the tiny compartment. She sits on the left, he on the right. And slowly, so slowly, the wheel begins its circulation.
"I thought I wouldn't have time to do this." Her whisper is summer's last breath, causing him to shiver and tighten his hold on her hand.
"You're…really disappearing?" He examines her like she's an equation (that could save the world). It's a stupid question: pixels are already flaking off of her, and through the rapidly-growing hole in her chest, he can see the sky.
"Yes. Are you?"
"I…don't know." Confused at the stinging in his eyes, he turns his head, and looks out the window at the three masked men below. "The Shadow Triad and I are…uncertain."
Their compartment (because it will always be their compartment, no matter what) stops at the top of the wheel, and swings there.
"White…"
"What?"
A tear falls onto his face, and he pauses, blinking in bewilderment. She gives a mournful smile, and presses his hand with hers. "What, N?" she prompts.
"I… Did… Have you fulfilled your dream?" The emotions are too much for him to comprehend, and he grasps her hand tightly, terrified that she'll vanish if he lets go.
With full eyes, she looks at him, and the hole in her chest grows bigger. Then, with a little sob, she leans forward, and kisses him.
It's a short kiss, full of colliding teeth and soft lips. Still, when she pulls back, she's smiling.
"Yeah, N… I have."
His green eyes widen, and they shimmer with tears of grief and sudden realisation. He reaches forward, but-
(It's just like their last farewell, with her reaching forward to grab his hand, but missing.)
-His hand goes right through her.
(It's just like their last farewell, but this time, there will be no reunion.)
Stars shine like souls as their ferris wheel completes its rotation.
And even though both of them stepped into that compartment, N steps out alone.
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~"All of life is chance,
"And is sweetest, is sweetest,
"When at a glance."~
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It is on the last, most beautiful day of summer that they die.
Persim flowers are barren, their petals littering the ground. Artificial light floods the world in a mockery of moonlight. Black colours the skies.
It truly is beautiful. Flawless, even.
But as the last flower petal falls, the internal battery darkens to night, and winter sets in.
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~I listen
To a whisper
Slowly drift away~