I actually wrote this quite a while ago, long before I knew about this incredible forum. (Three cheers for Serebii.net Forums!) It was originally going to be another one-shot like my first story but after rewriting it I found out it was just too long, so it's going to be posted in two parts instead. It's rated PG for mild violence and mild depressing themes. Please enjoy (and review)!
Live Together, Die Together
I remember the way you used to cheer when I defeated my opponent.
I remember, on two occasions, when you hugged me and cried with joy for minutes after I evolved.
I remember rushing to protect you, as my instincts ordered me to.
I remember that I failed.
The tears come again, spilling from my red eyes and falling onto your prone figure. You sleep on, unconcerned. Your heart beats with such agonized slowness that it is amazing you still live. It is mostly the machines and my force of will, the will of a Psychic Pokemon, that keeps you alive. Yet I can do no more than keep you alive. You still lie there, unmoving, your eyes either closed or staring blankly at the ceiling. Sometimes it feels like you can see me but you don’t recognize me.
I put up a barrier in my mind to hold back the memories, but sometimes I falter and they come rushing back, causing my eyes to sting again. I remember everything so vividly, but it’s unbearable for me to try to compare you to the young girl, full of vitality, who captured me.
I allow myself a faint smile. Capture is not the right word. You never used a ball until I was ready to go into that dark abyss. You never forced me in, even when I was in danger. I would have simply broken out again. You understood that and you let me do my job of protecting you.
I used to be a tiny Ralts. It seems hard for me to believe, even though I clearly remember being shorter than your knees. I can still remember the day I faced your Mudkip and, passive creature that I was back then, did no more than growl at him. His first attack blinded me and I tried to escape by teleportation, but he almost knocked me out. I remember being too weak to defend myself, preparing for the final blow, until you called him off. You picked me up and carried me tenderly to the hospital.
I draw a deep, shuddering breath. Your eyes blink once, very slowly, before closing completely. You drift back into the sweet embrace of sleep. For a moment I am jealous of you. You sleep away the nights and days, taking what you need into your body intravenously. As for me… I have hardly slept in months. How can I, when I still expect at any moment to see you smile at me?
The hospital staff pity me. I can see it in their eyes, read it in their minds. Occasionally they slip sleeping pills into the meals they bring me. I know it but I don’t care. I swallow them almost gratefully and when I feel my eyelids becoming heavy, I rest my head beside your arm and sleep. I am glad for the hours of dreamless sleep they grant me. Sometimes, if it has been days since I last slept, the effects of the drug last for almost twenty-four hours. Whenever I wake I always go back to watching you immediately.
I remember you introducing me to the Pokemon you had captured before me. Mudkip was wary at first but quickly accepted me. Zigzagoon disliked my solitary behaviour but tried to get along with me. Your Wurmple, however, developed an instant hate of me which deepened when he evolved into Beautifly. It was only natural, of course, he being a Bug type. In fact, sometimes I even felt the same way about him. I remember one fateful double battle when he turned on me and poisoned me. After that day you never again made us fight together. In fact, you barely even let us near each other!
A nurse is bringing my meal in. She sets it down and casts me an apologetic look. I don’t need it; I know what she’s sorry about. I can read minds, you know. I know what is going to happen tomorrow.
There is no sleeping pill this time. I look down disdainfully at what the girl brought and push it away. I haven’t eaten all day. I take your hand and stroke it gently, feeling the warmth that always surprises me. Somehow it seems that someone so motionless should feel cold.
I sense someone talking about you and listen with my telepathy. Some may call it eavesdropping, but it’s how I found out everything I know about your condition. The conversation is being held between two doctors and the nurse who brought my meal. I hear nothing new; only the same old questions about your chances and their plans for tomorrow.
The nurse, who I sense pities me more than anyone else, asks what will happen to me. Suddenly the conversation is about me. I consider blocking it out; I hate hearing what others are saying about me. I change my mind and listen. They are discussing their plans for what they will do with me after tomorrow.
I hear the nurse make a comment. “Poor Gardevoir,” she says. “How’s she going to feel when she finds out?”
For some reason this comment amuses me. A faint smile appears on my face and I try to fight back a chuckle. I begin to laugh uncontrollably until I can hardly breathe, then suddenly I find myself crying. Hysteria. It’s probably caused by lack of sleep, not to mention my despair for you. I wipe my tears away and link our minds with my psychic abilities, strengthening our telepathic bond. It will not wake you up but it will prevent me from having to live without you. I already have my own plans for tomorrow.
I decide to test our bond. I pinch my own arm hand and feel the pain that reminds me I’m not imagining all of this. At the beginning I did this five times a day.
I reach out and pinch your arm. I feel the same pain again and lean back, satisfied. Our bond is so strong we share our pain. Normally a Psychic Pokemon would never dare to do this; if it got hurt in battle, so would its Trainer. However, I know I will never fight another battle in my life.
I remember the day I evolved into Kirlia. I was fighting alongside your new Marshtomp and he was outdoing me at every turn. I never admitted this to you but I evolved to impress you. I knew I was weaker than him, so I evolved and became strong enough to defeat both of our opponents. Marshtomp stopped liking me for a while after that.
Sometimes I wonder if you have a stream of consciousness anymore. Do you really see the ceiling when you stare at it? Can you think? Can you remember me or the others, the ones who gave their lives for you? Are you aware that I’m sitting beside you? Do you even remember what happened that day, the day you ended up like this?
The tears come again. I didn’t think I had any moisture left in my body to cry out. The thoughts of dear, sweet Swampert, Linoone and Beautifly always manage to make me cry. Their cold bodies lie inside Mount Pyre now, free from sadness, never knowing what happened to you after they died for you. If you don’t remember… then I must be the only one with those memories. Of course, you were already unconscious when the final part played out. I wouldn’t do it in front of you. Only I deserve the guilt of knowing I have killed.