It's been a while since I've been here. I bring a new fic on my return, I hope you enjoy it!
Title: The Underwater Ballet
The lights flickered when the switch was flicked. They flashed, and stayed on. The large swimming pool in the middle of the hall shimmered in the light. The seats around the perimeter felt cold and empty. A minute passed on the large digital sports clock suspended from the high ceiling. She was alone in the hall. She sat down at the edge of the pool, submerging her bare feet into the cold, chlorinated water. She sighed and tied back her mid-length bright orange hair into a lopsided pigtail. She sneezed as goose bumps appeared on her bare arms and legs. Her blue denim mini shorts and her yellow vest top failed to keep her warm. Slowly, she raised her left hand and clicked her fingers. The water stirred. Waves began to lap against the side of the pool. From out of the water rose a serpent-like creature. It roared majestically, its blue and yellow scales sparkled as the drops of water ran off it. It lunged at her but stopped. She slowly rose to her feet, and vaulted onto the water dragon. Her mini shorts became damp from where she was sitting. With a squeeze of her legs, she held her breath as the massive Gyarados plunged into the pool.
During the splash, she slipped a device into her mouth that enabled her to breathe underwater. Her hands gripped the side of the pokémon tightly as its body rippled, propelling the creature along the water. A white, horned marine creature swam up to them, and offers a fin to the teen. She took hold of the strong, furred fin and they swam in a large circle, twirling as they went. In the corner of the pool, a Seaking jabbed a button with its large horn. This resulted in coloured spotlights in the floor of the pool to light up, creating a coloured light dance to accompany the marine dancer duo.
As she span, the flimsy elastic band she had used earlier in her hair loosened. Her orange hair was released and she shook her hair free of the band. With a croak, a green frog-like pokémon darted under her and fished the hair accessory out of the way of the girl, it swam to the surface and deposited the band on the edge of the pool and happily croaked. In a swift movement, the green Politoed heaved itself out of the water. It frantically shook all the droplets of its smooth skin. It inhaled deeply. There was a familiar scent in the cold air. Food. Politoed clapped excitedly and ran to the large double doors connecting the main hall to the rest of the Gym.
Her orange hair surfaced first. As she was bobbing up and down, she removed her underwater breathing aid and placed it carefully on the side, next to where Politoed had put her hair band. A slightly older lady, tall and blonde, poked her head around the same doors that Politoed left through. “Misty!!!” She called out, “Dinner’s ready!” Misty coughed in reply. The blonde lady continued impatiently, “Come on, the show is in a week’s time, you’ll have plenty of time to rehearse, Tracey’s made dinner!!! Come on!”
Misty groaned as she pulled herself out of the large Gym Pool. “Do you always have to shout?!” She snapped. But her older sister had already left. Misty turned her head towards the pool and the Dewgong she had been rehearsing with poked its head above the surface of the clear water. Misty gave it a thumbs-up to signal that the rehearsal had gone well.
She then walked over to a bench in front of the first row of seats and picked up a large, fluffy towel. She wrapped it around herself and patted herself dry. With a sigh, she recalled the many memories of her journey, and her short trip to Hoenn.
“Togepi… Togetic… The S.S. Anne… Kanto… Johto… The Orange Islands… The things I have seen… The places I have been. Ritchie… Professor Oak…Casey… May… Max…Tracey… Brock… The people I have met… And how the journey started… All of it started because I met...”
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted as her sister; Daisy yelled out again, “If you’re not coming, then I’m going to eat your dinner!”
“Just give it a rest will you?!” Misty angrily replied, “Just let me finish off in here!”
After patting off the excess water on her skin, she flicked the lights off as she exited the main hall.
The plushy carpet of the hallway felt warm under her feet, unlike the cold panelling of the main battle hall. Continuing down the main hallway, she heard a cry behind her. She whirled round to take a look and saw her clumsy Psyduck waddling as fast as its short webbed feet would carry it. Misty shook her head. Psyduck was always either sleeping, or wanting food. It had never been trained for battle purposes, as Misty had never had the patience. Psyduck hastily pushed past her and took the next right turn: into the dining room. Misty hurriedly followed it.
A magnificent spread awaited her as she entered the lavishly furnished dining room. The aroma of the food wafted towards her and Misty’s stomach grumbled. After a long day of preparing for the upcoming return of The Underwater Ballet, she was starving.