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Question: If you could pick ONLY ONE Pokemon character (from the anime, games, etc.) to hang out with for a day, who would you pick, and what would you do with them? Let's keep it PG-13, guys.
My Answer: I don't knooooow ; w ; That would mean I'd have to choose between Steven and Silver and all of my other bishies.
Characters: You and me, and all of the characters we've grown to care about.
Summary: Despite the fact that it's the same player, they don't remember us in remakes. They don't remember all the times we've shared... but we remember them. (The song is 'Can't Go Back', by Rosi Golan.)
Déjà Vu Syndrome
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Some things you can't go back to
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When you see him again, it's on the island of Cinnabar. The very sight of him sparks nostalgia aside you, as if a match has been struck against the tinder of your memories.
Green.
"Who are you?" he asks scornfully, and you almost want to laugh at the familiarity of his voice.
I'm your rival. I'm your rival, Green.
"My name's Green." His tone is the same as always- proud, defiant, and one-hundred-percent him. "I was once the Kanto champion, although it was short-lived thanks to Red…"
No. It was short-lived thanks to me.
"If I see a strong opponent, it makes me want to battle. If you want to battle me for real, come to the Viridian gym. I'll be waiting for you!" He flicks the bangs out of his face, and you can't help but notice just how long he's let his hair grow, and how the sun has lightened it a few shades.
It was brown the last time I saw you.
So you go. You go for old rivals' sake, and face him in battle once again.
"Good," he says, and you see the fire burning in those leafy eyes of his. "I see you've come to lose to me."
I've never lost to you, and I'm not going to start now.
The battle begins, happens, ends. When his last pokemon falls, you feel a fierce sense of satisfaction, the same satisfaction that always burns in your veins after you beat him. You grin.
To your surprise, so does he.
He grins, and laughs long and loud. "My scare tactic doesn't scare you at all," he remarks, putting the badge in your hand.
Of course it doesn't. I know you too well.
The sense of victory dissipates, and you stare at him, thinking back to all of those times when you two faced each other down. You can't tell what you're feeling- fondness, dislike, love, respect- but in some way, you miss him.
"Whatever." His grin lessens to a smile, and you feel your own face dim. "You're the real deal. You are a good trainer. But I'm going to beat you someday- don't you forget it!"
And even though he doesn't remember, you feel as if he's talking to you.
Yeah. 'Whatever', Green.
You step out of the gym, and take a long, lingering look back.
Smell ya later.
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Some things need left alone
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The déjà vu syndrome has never been sadder.
"So this is the famous Elm's pokemon lab… What are you staring at?"
The feel of his hands pushing you away is the same. His eyes are still reflective, if only a little bit easier to see through.
"…My name's Silver. And I'm going to be the world's greatest pokemon trainer."
He cut his hair: the dark red brushes his collarbone instead of his back. He has grown into his clothes, too; the fabric no longer hangs off of his bones.
"This is why I hate battling wimps; there's no challenge in it."
He is still the boy with the straight spine and sharp tongue and eyes like quicksilver.
"I hate the weak. Pokemon, trainers- it doesn't matter who or what."
He is still Silver.
"Humph. I don't have time for the likes of you."
But the boy whose respect you won is gone.
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Don't mess with the memories of a life passed on
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With every word Steven says, the memory of words once spoken echo in your ears.
"Have we met before?"
"I've met a lot of trainers before..."
"But that's not possible."
"But you're one of a kind."
"All the trainers I have battled seem to have the same look, anyway."
"You…you are not like anyone else."
And you feel your heart break, just a little.
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Oh, some things you can't go back to
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But when you see N again, you'll feel that momentary skipbeatstoplurch as your heart struggles to pick an emotion. You'll think of the boy that you were weirded out by, of the boy you pitied and maybe even liked. You'll think of the nemesis that dragged you onto a ferriswheel, and swore that he'd apprehend you; you'll think of the friend that flew away, and told you to chase your dreams.
And his cap will shadow his eyes, like they did back at the beginning. The story of the two of you will be erased, until it will seem like it never happened to begin with.
Maybe it never did.
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Because you let them slip away.