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    Aww, thanks you guys.
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    Geez, I have to keep up with this! Sorry for being a day or so late! ^^;

    Anyway, it's getting very interesting! Backstories are really nice. I'm really glad you used one about the Mew Card. Throughout the story so far, Jirarudan has been very quiet, and it seems like he's spoken the most in this chapter. But that's a good thing. He needs to open up to someone.

    Great chapter and I can't wait till next Friday!

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    Well, he tends to be rather introverted, what with his ship being basically his own private world...but yes, he does talk a lot in the movie. To everything he can, really--his computer, the Birds, himself...

    Asaph will bring out a lot of Jiri's attributes in later chapters.
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    Now it's time for Chapter Eight! You all know the drill by now.



    I could not wait to speak to him again. That night and the following morning, I was quite frustrated. Speaking with Asaph had been as though I was shown another world, brighter than this, but his departure me shoved back into the grey tones of reality.

    It felt different with him. He spoke of things so distant and strange, but in such a way that felt as though I had known them my entire life, and I craved more.

    Eagerly, I sat at the desk my father had set up for me, and waited for Asaph to arrive. I was so excited that I could not work on the sketch from the day before, though my Mew card lay before me, glimmering in the light from the entryway.

    Hours I waited, not moving from that spot. The swirls of work around me went unnoticed, the sounds and sweat of the factory passing me by, until finally he entered. Instead of heading off to speak with one of the engineers as he usually did, he immediately looked in my direction, and his face lit up to see that I was indeed present.

    I smiled at him, the only thing I could think to do, and he approached me. "Young master Jirarudan, how does the day find you today?" he asked.

    "Quite well, and you?"

    He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I did not struggle away as I did from others who did the same. "Very well, now that I'm here. I was looking forward to seeing you again." A warm smile settled on his face, and he leaned down to whisper to me. "I could hardly wait to come here today. We have much to talk about, don't we?"

    I nodded. "I think so, yes. I could hardly wait for you to arrive," I confessed, hoping that my expression conveyed my thoughts as well as the words I spoke. "I dreamed of what tales you might tell me."

    "Very well then!" he proclaimed, pulling a chair over from against the wall and setting it near my own. "Tell me, my boy, have you ever heard the tale of the Eye of Dawn?"


    We spoke for hours; or rather he did, and I listened with utmost attention. Several times I noticed my father watching us, but he did not disturb us until nearly an hour to close, when he took Asaph into the factory proper with him. But I was satisfied, at least momentarily. Asaph's stories had left me in a near-trance, as though my mind had left my body and was ensconced in the legends of which he spoke. With a tired smile, I slumped down in my chair and closed my eyes, letting the etherealness that still hung in the air linger as long as I could.

    For a brief moment, I thought I heard my mother call my name. But I opened my eyes and it was only Helen.

    "Jiri?" she repeated, leaning down to my level. "Your father told me to come get you. He has something he wants to ask you."

    Reluctantly I slid off the chair and away from the desk, feeling as though I was abandoning a part of myself. I was pleased to notice that Asaph was in my father's office, but even his presence could not alleviate the feeling that I had been torn from a dream world. My father gestured for me to sit down and I did, and the weight of the world forced me into place.

    Asaph's hand closed lightly around my shoulder and I felt slightly better, but not enough to make a difference.

    "Jiri, as you know," my father began, "my work keeps me very busy. I'm not able to spend the time with you that you need."

    I nodded absently, not really caring what he said.

    "I know how much you love art, and when I saw you and Asaph hit it off, well..." His voice cracked as he spoke, and he paused to clear his throat. "Jiri...I've spoken with Asaph, and we came up with an idea I think you'll like."

    Looking back, I may not have considered it if my father had said it. But he yielded the floor to Asaph to finish the thought. Asaph squeezed my shoulder to get my attention, and smiled at me when I looked up at him. "Jiri...how would you like to spend some time with me?"

    I have no clear memory of the moment immediately following his words, as I am fairly certain that I blacked out for a split second. I grabbed his hand--hard, I recall, as he winced slightly--and jolted up from the chair to face him. "I would love it!" I blurted. "I...I would love to!"

    In the background, my father continued, something about socializing me or some such rot. But I didn't care.

    We made plans to meet in three days time, when Asaph would take me to the Viridian museum. The days between were the longest in my life.
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    Ah, this chapter leaves me with a taste of what's to come. Good job.

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    Why thank you.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Blackjack Gabbiani View Post
    Why thank you.
    Anytime

    This is what's great about fan fiction. We get to explore characters the official canon never gave a second look.

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    Whoo! I'm BACK! Anyway, sorry, I didn't review this yesterday. So Jiraruden's going to live with Asaph (at least for a little while)... For some reason I'm torn between thinking that the guy has ulterior motives or is just plain nice. Oh well... Perhaps Asaph is the one he will obtain his airship from. The dad's business has to have something to do with that. Anyway, marvelous Chapter as usual! Can't wait untill next week!

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    Awesome, awesome, awesome. I agree with The Pokemon Master about Asaph's motives. He seems just a bit too nice. Maybe it's just me, but I'm getting odd vibes about the guy. =/

    Anyway, great chapter! I'm really interested to see what's gonna happen next! =D

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    Quote Originally Posted by The Pokemon Master View Post
    So Jiraruden's going to live with Asaph (at least for a little while)...
    Actually no, he's just going to do things with him. Jiri's still going to live with his father.

    And yes, Asaph certainly is...interesting. He'll get even more...interesting...as the fic progresses.
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    Chapter Nine already! Wow! I wrote part of this at the Art Institute in Chicago last summer.




    On the appointed day, I awoke before dawn, although Asaph was not to fetch me until nine. My sleep the night before had been restless, and I'd dreamed of a city of brilliant green. As the light of day gradually lightened my room, I imagined what wonders the day held for me. I had never been to Viridian, of course, and pictured it as the glistening emerald set into the land that people described it as.

    The night before I had laid out the finest clothes I had. At the time, I thought them exquisite apparel, but looking back I can only shake my head at how simple my tastes were. Mass-produced cotton and twill are a far cry to the sumptuous hand-woven silks I was to become accustomed to.

    A white bird landed on my windowsill, but it wasn't the one I dreamed of.



    I hurried through breakfast, being careful not to get anything on my clothing, and waited at the door for Asaph. Shortly after nine am, I saw his personal craft--one of my father's custom dual-rotor helicopters; the proper airship he had commissioned was still in production--land at the docking port outside the factory. Out of courtesy, I waited until he knocked to open the door.

    He was an elegant sight, in a green greatcoat that brought out the glimmer in his blue eyes, the eyes that lit up when he greeted me. "Are you ready?" he asked me, and when I nodded my assent he brought a hand to my shoulder and let it rest for a moment as he looked me up and down. "You look very distinguished today," he said, and I smiled.

    In the next room, my father, who had already opened the factory for the day but was waiting in the house for my departure, looked on. "Asaph, I want to thank you again," he called, and Asaph nodded. "Have everything?" he asked me, and I nodded to him as well. "Enjoy the museum!" he called, having to return to work. I was glad to be rid of him, even though I would be without him for the entire day.

    Asaph and I sat in the middle section of his ship, as a chauffeur took the controls. It was about a half-hour ride from Seafoam to Viridian, and in that time Asaph told me more tales of the world's treasures, including a sculpture from an ancient age that the museum had recently acquired. He was quite eager to see it in person, although he seemed disappointed that he was unable to possess it.

    We docked on the roof of the museum, among other ships. I recognized my father's seal on many of them, particularly the finer crafts.

    There was a spiral staircase leading down, nothing particularly notable about it except that it lead to the grand entryway, which was a remarkable thing. Marble columns--that had been excavated from ancient ruins, Asaph told me--framed the doors, which were glass and tinted dark.

    He held the door for me, and I held my breath upon entering, only to release it the second I entered, for I was greeted by a marvelous sight. One hand held out as though in welcome, a statue of a warrior woman, hair cascading down her shoulders and other hand held on the hilt of her sword as if to say that she was the guardian of the treasures within, stood in the foyer. I could not help but raise my hand to return her gesture of welcome.

    Once he had bought our tickets, Asaph smiled at me. "Now, shall we explore?"

    I nodded emphatically.



    We took our time, dawdling at various masterpieces, with Asaph explaining technique and the histories of the artists to me.

    I listened enraptured through the hours, and finally we reached the sculpture he had mentioned on the way. It stood on a pedestal, the centerpiece of a room. He gasped, taken in by the soft features of the statue's subject; a young woman with a Jigglypuff and a basket of flowers.

    I found it nothing special. Admittedly it was lifelike, with the pokémon looking as though it would burst into song, but the mood did not strike me as it did Asaph. Instead I occupied myself with the nearby statue of a Gengar that had supposedly belonged to a master trainer ages ago.

    "Asaph?" The voice from behind us was sharp yet dignified. He turned, I did not.

    "Lucrezia!" he exclaimed, extricating himself from the sculpture and greeting the newcomer.

    I wondered if I should involve myself. If I ignored them, I would seem rude, but same if I approached them outright. So I remained where I was and listened intently with my back turned.

    "How did the Moreo turn out?" Asaph asked her. I would discover later that he was speaking of an artist.

    "Oh, so-so," Lucrezia admitted. "I wound up trading it in for a Hidcomb."

    "Hidcomb was an overrated drunken bastard," a third voice interrupted, that of a man younger than either of them. They ignored him.

    After a few minutes of discussion of names I had never heard of, during which time I turned my attention to a statue of an ivory butterfly alighting on a silver flower, Asaph returned to me and rested a hand on my shoulder. "How about you go on to the next room without me? Lucrezia and I have some business to discuss, and I know you're eager to keep going."

    I nodded. "I didn't want to say anything."

    "You've been a very good boy about it," he smiled, his hand falling back to his side. "You're a very patient young man."

    Returning his smile, I nodded my head and continued into the next room.

    I didn't notice it at first, as the paintings nearest me had my immediate attention, but when I turned to the far wall, it was as though everything around me ceased to exist.

    There before me was the most brilliant and beautiful and terrifying thing I'd ever seen. To other lives, it would not have had such a profound effect, but to me it was as though the rest of the world had dropped away and existence was defined entirely by paint on canvas. She was beautiful, in a white robe that matched her flawless wings with every feather defined and looked as they could begin motion at any moment. Her hand extended in assistance, she bore a look of sorrow that the man she wished to help was unaware of her presence, a look that broke my heart to behold. Whatever was left of the world was walled up as the words /I'll be your angel/ resonated through my mind.

    My knees gave out, and I was vaguely aware that I somehow was able to find purchase on the seat in the center of the room.

    Nothing I had ever seen before could compare. It was at once the ideal and the dread as every detail of the painting sunk into me, filling me as nothing had before. I existed, the painting existed, and there was nothing else.



    A faint cracking at the shell of the world, and a hand came to rest on my shoulder. "Beautiful, isn't she?" the man from before asked, and the spell was gone.

    Instinctively, I pulled away, to the end of the bench, and he chuckled. "Shy? That's all right."

    My view disrupted, I could only stare at the floor, and even the details of that escaped me.

    "You're Corbin's boy, aren't you?" the man continued. "I've heard about you. My mother does frequent business with him." When he realized that I was not going to reply, he kept on. "I've never found the art world to be all that interesting myself, but I suppose it has its charm."

    He was harsh, his manner cold, his words without feel to them. Or perhaps that was how the world was; I couldn't tell the difference. I edged away from him an inch at a time and I don't think he noticed, for he continued on about things I didn't care about.

    I could feel the blankness around me, the empty world breaking and forming and I hated it. I wanted out, to lose myself in the picture that I couldn't bring myself to look at. I wanted the angels, the spirits and the wonder and I couldn't find them; I couldn't bear to see them again.

    I'm not sure at what point he left, but when Asaph came to retrieve me, he was gone.



    There were two dining rooms in the museum. The first was a simple café, and I started to turn to go into it, but Asaph cleared his throat to catch my attention. "We don't go to places like that," he told me, directing me to the more formal restaurant.

    At our booth, he squeezed my hand. "So, I see that painting spoke to you."

    I nodded slowly, the angels still dancing in my mind. "Yes..." was my simple, distracted answer.

    "You know, there's going to be a Tonio exhibit in Goldenrod in a few months if you'd like to see it."

    "That's nice..." I muttered, twining my free hand's fingers in loops in the thin chain that held my mother's ring around my throat.

    "Isn't it though?" he asked and I surmised it was meant to be rhetorical. "Some of those pieces have never left Kanto before. I know it's not far, but it's still impressive."

    I nodded again, a million miles away.

    "Jiri, are you having a good time?"

    My head picked up. "Um? Yes, yes I am. Why do you ask?"

    He smiled warmly. "You seem so distant. Lost in thought?"

    "Yes..." Again I fingered the necklace chain.

    He took a sip of a drink that I hadn't noticed him order. "Tell me about that ring," he said, and it was neither a request nor a demand.

    "It was my mother's," I told him. Unlike when he had asked about my Mew card, I offered no further information.

    He shook his head, smiling sadly, and whispered something in a language I did not recognize. "Your father told me about her," he continued. "I'm so sorry."

    I tucked the chain back under my shirt. "I'd rather not speak of that now."

    "I understand," he assured.



    We returned to Seafoam later that night, after exploring the rest of the museum. It was early evening, but I was exhausted, my divine experience had indeed weakened my constitution. My father accepted me from Asaph and took me upstairs, where I fell asleep and dreamed of angels.
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    Another good chapter, though this one was a little less than the others for me. Maybe it's because there were no major revelations here, but that doesn't take away from its quality.

    I like the wording here, it fits the British "dignified" air of Lawrence.

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    Great chapter! I really can't wait to see more. You've done an amazing job so far! =D

    Oh, and I may or may not be able to review next week. You see, I live in the southeastern coast (of the U.S.), and depending where a tropical storm in the Caribbean is gonna go, I may or may not have to evacuate. So don't be alarmed if I'm not able to review. But I will do everything in my power to find out what's gonna happen in the next chapter.

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    Well, you could always peek ahead on Bulbagarden, since I've got all 12 parts thus far.

    I'm sorry. Well, it's a good thing you're getting out of there.
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    Hiya! 'Tis finally time for me to leave a review!

    I enjoyed this Chapter, more than the others in that it was a great deal longer, and the quality hasn't been shaken in the slightest. Another amazing job, although I end up wondering what this particular painting of the angel has to do with anything... And who was that other guy?

    Another great piece of work, and I can't wait for the next one.

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    The two people in this chapter were supposed to be my attempt at being subtle. Apparently I was too subtle since no one knew who they were supposed to be ***************. I should try to make it more obvious, but I'm really not sure how.

    (Yes, so I changed my mind. Check the edit date vs post date. You're not getting it out of me)
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    Oh! Well, I suppose they make an interesting contribution... Though since you've outright told us who they are, I doubt they'll make many (if any) further appearances. Or will they? Hmm...

    Until we meet again...
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    And now we reach chapter 10. Only two more to go until we're caught up with what I have so far! Still no headway on 13, although I know what I want to have happen in it...

    Here in 10, some of the mysteries from chapter 4 are delved into, as well as some things Jiri thinks are true but aren't. Or are they? Given that it's his POV, we may never know what's true and what isn't.




    Although that day had been divine, time has no respect for such things, and life found itself as it always was. And once again, I found myself caught in boredom's snare. The world seemed so much dimmer and duller after beholding such wonders that it was rare for something to hold my attention for very long. Even Asaph was absent, his life taking him overseas for several weeks.

    One morning I came down for breakfast, and my father greeted me in the kitchen, the smell of fried eggs heavy in the air. "Jiri," he welcomed with a hand on my shoulder, "I'm taking the day off. How about you and me do something?"

    I shrugged, partially noncommittal, partially to extricate his hand. "I presume you had something in mind."

    "Well, let's see..." he thought aloud, putting a slice of toast on a plate next to an apple half and the aforementioned eggs. "We could go shopping, we could go swimming...Oh! I know!" He snapped his fingers, handing me the plate with his other hand. "How about we play some chess?"

    I took my seat at the kitchen table. "All right," I agreed. It was better than nothing, I reasoned.

    "All right, how about after breakfast?" The eagerness in his voice was rather annoying.

    "If you want," was my short reply.

    He frowned. "When you're around Asaph, you just come alive. What happens to that spark, Jiri?"

    I shrugged, saying nothing, and starting on my breakfast.

    Sitting across from me, he tousled my hair. "Come on...something's gotta bring you out of your shell. You know, we could take the chessboard down to the beach and get some sun while we play. Wanna do that?"

    "No, not especially."

    He sighed heavily, looking away briefly. "Oh, right, right, your accident..."

    I stared blankly at him before asking him what he meant by that.

    "Your mother told me about when she found you face-down in the pond," he replied, laying his hands on the table.

    He couldn't even get something as major as my near-drowning right. "That's not how it happened," I corrected.

    He leaned in. "Oh?"

    Prompting me. He was waiting for me to fill the silence, and I gave in. "They held me under. It wasn't an accident. They wanted me dead."

    He was still for a moment, then he nodded. "Jiri, you know, your mother saw the whole thing. She told me that they tried to throw you in, but you fainted. They got scared and ran off. I know what they did was inexcusable, but..." He trailed off. "What reason would anyone have to try to kill you, anyway?"

    "Because of Mother." It was so simple and he couldn't grasp it.

    "O...kayyyy..." He drew the word out, looking confused. "It was really that strong even after all that time? I knew there was animosity there, but it's really that bad?"

    Did he have to be such an enigma? "What do you mean 'after all that time'?"

    "You know, about your grandfather?" he prodded.

    I shook my head. "I don't know what you're talking about." Why did he have to be like this?

    "Oh, she...she never told you about that? That's strange..." He paused, no doubt wondering if he should reveal the secret. And of course he continued. "Your grandfather was the mayor of the town, and he decided against having the town be a stop on a train route. The townspeople were convinced that the town would have thrived had the train stopped there, and it got so bad that he was forced to resign. I guess some people never got over that."

    The lies the man could tell. "That isn't true," I insisted.

    "No, no, it's true. Why, what did she tell you?"

    He wasn't worth my time. I shoved my plate aside and left the table, heading back up to my room.



    I came back down a short time later, hoping that my father had given up and returned to work, but this was not to be. In my absence, he had set up the chessboard on the living room coffee table, and arranged a chair at the end opposite the couch. His audacity astounded me.

    "Jiri! Want to play that chess game now?" he asked, coming out from the kitchen.

    I wasn't going to win, I figured. "All right, I suppose," I sighed, taking a seat in the chair.

    He took his place on the couch. "Which side do you want?"

    "It doesn't matter."

    "All right then." He adjusted the board so that the white pieces were facing me. "You'll start off. Know how to play?"

    "Of course." Mother had taught me once during a thunderstorm, but we had only played that one time. I remembered all the moves, but could not formulate a strategy or anything advanced. But I was not about to let that man talk down to me.

    "Good! We'll say, what, half an hour allotment per turn?"

    I moved my first piece, the Queen's Knight, without a word, and turned my attention more to the pieces themselves. White like the feathers of the bird. But that just lead to thoughts of our earlier conversation.

    Maybe he was telling the truth. But that would mean that there was no white bird, wouldn't it? That there was mother, and nothing else.

    And I could not accept that, for reasons I could not fathom. I knew in my heart, as much as I loved my mother, that the bird had saved me.

    It puzzled even me, that I would resist his idea so much, but I knew my memory was true.

    "So," he said, breaking my line of thought, "I haven't gotten a chance to sit down and talk with you about your trip to Viridian. How was it?"

    I shrugged, slightly disturbed by the sudden intrusion. "I liked it."

    He smiled at me. Even with my gaze leveled at the chessboard I could tell. "It's been ages since I was at the museum. A lot of my clients went to some party they had there a few months ago."

    Why did he insist on telling me things that I couldn't care less about? "It was nice," I offered, hoping it would make him silent.

    "See anything good?" he asked. "I like the silver room, myself..."

    I nodded. "That was nice...I liked the statues..." There was no way I was going to tell him about the angel.

    A few moves later, he spoke again. "You know...there's something I've wanted to talk to you about for a while." He paused, thinking of how to phrase it. "Recently, Helen and I have...gotten closer. We've been dating for about a year now."

    I suppose it was obvious from the way they acted around each other, but hearing a confirmation was still quite interesting. Helen was a good woman, very kind to me, and she never spoke down to me like he did. "Oh?" was still all I could say to his statement.

    "Yeah..." He smiled at me, patting my hand as I made a move. I waited for him to finish before completing it. "Just wanted to let you know in case you saw us kissing or something."

    And I couldn't have figured it out on my own? Putting aside the fact that I hadn't yet, it was unlikely to traumatize me. My parents had been divorced for several years, it was only natural that at least one of them would find a new partner. Why did he insist on treating me like an imbecile? "All right," I said, nodding to myself.

    His attention back on the game, we continued in near silence, for which I was extremely grateful. Soon, the game was over, and again he ruffled my hair in that way he had. "That was fun. You know, you're a pretty good player."

    I pointed to the board. "But you won."

    "I know, but you put up quite the fight." He smiled, and I suppose it was meant to be warm. "You could be quite the master if you keep it up."

    Fine, anything to get him to stop this forced socialization. "I'm going to my room," I said, and he didn't stop me.
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    Oh, good. More Chapter goodness! And the quality of this maketh it another wonderful read. So this is how Chess makes its appearance in Jiri's life... Very interesting. Still, I kinda wish he'd give his father a chance, at least. It's so cruel of him to close up like that. Even though it's what leads up to the collector's obsession. Another enjoyable Chapter, as usual, and I might be seeing you on Bulbagarden in the near future!

    Until we meet again...
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    Yeah, he paints his father out to be this really bad guy, but really his father's nice and wants the best for his son...

    And yay Bulbagarden!
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    Yay! Another chapter!

    And I'm sorry I'm late for reviewing! ^_^; Geez, I really need to learn to be on schedule.

    Anyway, amazing chapter! We're starting to see the colder side of Jiri, I see. Oddly though, I like this side of him. You portray him so well, you know that?

    Hmm.. Maybe I'm getting caught up in trivial details, but I have a question. When Jiri says "they" when he refers to the people that held him underwater, to whom is he referring? Hm. I'm not asking for exact people or anything that may possibly give away the plot, but I was wondering if "they" were children his age, adults, or just an angry mob of citizens. Hmm. Maybe I'm just focusing too much on details or perhaps I'm not reading well enough.

    Anyway, I really enjoyed this chapter! I must say, Bulbagarden looks really tempting right about now. But even if I do read everything there so far, I'll continue to review here, for I prefer reviewing things sections at a time rather than as a whole.

    Can't wait to see next week's chapter! =D

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    "They" would be other kids, probably around his age.

    Good news! I just got back from Kumoricon where Obsession (well, the first 12 chapters since that's all I have now) won Best Novella!
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    Chapter 11. I suppose this begs the question of what I should do next week, when I post the conclusion of what I have. Any thoughts? I still haven't written anything of 13, although I know what I want to have happen in it...



    While my home life may have been less than ideal, my life with Asaph continued to blossom. He told me frequently how impressed he was with me, how much I was growing with him. I noticed differences too, that I was more outgoing, more eager for even the everyday things. My drawings were getting better, I thought, probably due to my increased focus.

    Asaph was the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, and I was grateful to have met him.

    It was the duty and expectation that a man of his station present a distinguished manner to the rest of society, so he and my father decided that he would instruct me in the ways of gentlemen. Why my father was interested in such a thing, I still do not know. I can only suppose it was to represent the money his factory made, but we did not live like society people, not like Asaph.

    In addition to comportment, he had begun teaching me languages, both past and present, and I was thriving under his tutelage. "You're quite the polyglot," he told me one day as he tousled my hair, and was surprised that I knew what the word meant.

    He called me a prodigy, something I felt was a bit too lofty. I was simply a good student, that was all. Of course, looking back on it, I realize I may have sold myself short in that regard.



    One day we were on our way to another museum, one across the seas in Hoenn, and I went to him and asked him how he came to have such a charmed life. "I think I've been very fortunate," he told me, looking out the window of his ship at the ocean waters below. "My family was quite wealthy, and I took an early interest in the finer things in life. I always loved art, and vowed to surround myself with the world's treasures." He smiled at me and gestured for me to come closer, which I did. His hand came to rest on my shoulder. "I'm grateful that I've found someone to share these things with, Jiri. I never thought I'd find a protégé like you. Truly I've been blessed."

    I smiled back at him, resting my hand on his. "I'm glad I found you. My life would be so boring without something like our excursions to fill it."

    He chuckled. "You're a good boy, Jiri. A very good boy." That said, he moved from the window to the chair of his ship, which was finally completed. Being a C-Class, it consisted of two rooms; the control room in which we presently stood, and the entrance, which was slightly lower and had a lift to reach it. "It should be about an hour before we reach Lilycove. What say we have a lesson in the meantime?"



    We were in Lilycove before I knew it, and we would be staying the night, so we set up the hotel arrangements first. Waiting in the hall of the grand hotel made me feel like a prince. This was the sort of place my father would never go, with the gilt and the glamour and the opulent grandeur that he so avoided. Not like Asaph, he was in his element in such a palatial place.

    On our way up to the room, with the bellhop handling our bags, Asaph took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "Is this your first night away from home, Jiri?" he asked.

    "First time without one of my parents," I said. Mother and I had taken a few overnight trips, nothing really outstanding.

    He nodded. "I hope I make a good host for you."

    Once in the room, he tipped the bellhop generously, and then we were alone. I sat on the end of one of the two twin beds and looked up at Asaph. "Shall we head to the museum now?"

    A smile crossed his face, creasing the lines by his eyes. "We should relax first. It was a long trip, and the museum will be there after we've rested up. Here, I've got something for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy, which he unwrapped and pushed into my mouth. The taste of butterscotch dissolved onto my tongue. "Is that good?"

    "Yes, yes, you just surprised me." I swallowed deeply, the sweet confection heavy in my mouth. "It's very good. Did you get it in Seafoam?"

    He chuckled to himself, discarding the wrapper. "My boy, there's so much you know, but so much you have yet to learn." And I knew he wasn't talking about the candy, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he meant.
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    Oh my gosh! Congratulations! *clapclap* You really deserved to win something for this. Again, congrats! =D

    BTW, thanks for answering my question.

    Hmm. Personally, I really dunno what you should do for next week. Good luck on writing chapter 13, though. Take your time on it, for there's no need to rush.

    Yet another awesome chapter! Everything flows and fits together so well. So Jiri's in Lilycove? Awesome. That's pretty far away from Seafoam. Hmm. Asaph certainly seems to be a tad bit odd. Dang, this chapter's got me wanting candy. *raids pantry*

    I'm really excited to see next week's chapter! Great job so far! =D
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    Asaph is pretty darn creepy, isn't he? *giggle* Unfortunately, I haven't written *why* yet...
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