Under the Same Sky - PG-15||Coming soon.
A/N: Here's the preview to my upcoming one-shot, Under the Same Sky, starring Undella Town.
Summary: A nameless hero is heralded as the Champion of the Unova League. However, he's not ready to bear that cross. In order to deal with his inner demons, he absconds to Undella Town - and meets a certain blonde Sinnoh Champion.
Warning(s): Mild swearing and violent scenarios.
Verse: B/W Games (Gen. V)
Have you ever wondered what it feels like to drown? I have. Maybe water fills your chest cavity, inflating you like a Drifblim’s balloon. Perhaps your limbs would numb and become rigid, until you’re a mere puppet with strings. Your eyes might even pop out, like those little nubs of Grandma's corn, once you place them in a frying pan.
I like to think drowning would feel… weightless.
A young boy stands from the edge of a cliff. His blue jacket is torn and soaked in something thick and red. An acrid smell persists, giving the impression of an infected sore. The summer breeze flits through his damp, brown hair. He clutches the eight badges of Unova.
My friends are strange. One is too excitable, while the other is too indifferent. She tries to be independent. He tries to be strong. She wears bright, floral patterns which remind you of a caffeinated Bellosom. He wears plain shirts with plainer pants, as though he’s a professional dentist.
Girl and Boy. White and black.
The blonde girl giggles and twirls on the spot. She’s pretending to be a windmill, she says. The boy with the jet-black hair adjusts his glasses, deadpanning that windmills don’t talk. A blue otter and a green snake gawk at their Trainers.
I think they’re exactly the same.
A lime green Rubics cube falls down.
People have all sorts of expectations of me. I’m a hero, I’m a Champion. I’m supposedly a motherfucking saviour. Sometimes, I think Alder shirked the responsibility on purpose. He never said that he liked his job. I would have quit too, if I knew that it entailed talking to Caitlin on a regular basis. What a pain in the ass.
A gruff man wearing a tribal poncho grins. His companion pinches her lips tightly enough to crack a Forrestress. The epitome of haughty elegance. She holds a letter in her hand. It’s white.
I never asked for anyone’s gratitude. The truth and the ideal… Why do I remember that day in Nimbasa? Professor Juniper asks if I feel sad. Technically, grieving is a natural process of life. Not really.
I just feel tired.
A Ferris wheel. Green eyes which ask if humans and Pokemon can truly understand each other. The shorter boy lowers his Unova League cap, replying ‘yes’. His Pokemon, a small pig with fiery skin, looks worried. The Ferris wheel turns again.
Caitlin pisses the shit out of me. She has a stick so high up her ass that when she sits down, her conceited entrails come out of her mouth. According to her, nothing in Unova has Sinnoh’s refined taste. However, she is the only one who gave me a solution. Life can be funny that way.
“Take a vacation, and come back when you’re not a moping little bitch,” she snapped.
The two stones are similar opposites. One is black Yin, and the other is white Yang. The Unova League building shudders, as though it was sentient, fearing the tremendous power of the White Stone. Two heroes take out their Pokeballs.
As they fight, the winged gods take flight. Screams rattle the sky.
Caitlin gave me a white letter. As expected, her handwriting was neat and cursive, like something out of a fucking manuscript. An unexpected name headlined the paper: ‘UNDELLA TOWN - A Town of Rippling Waves’. A tiny resort town, probably for rich socialites. More importantly, it was somewhere quiet.
Unfolding the rest of the letter, I found that it contained directions to Undella. The town was located in the far East of Unova, forking out from sandy Route 13 and the grassy knoll of Route 14. The letter instructed me to ask for Caitlin’s villa upon arrival. Who knew? Caitlin apparently had a hometown – and it was in Unova. Why did she idolise Sinnoh so much, then?
The green-haired boy smiles, as though they were playing tag. An apology is lost in the howling wind, as the one-eyed man with the two-eyed cloak screeches. He is barely restrained by the boy in the glasses.
Tears mingle with blood.
Caitlin and Grimsley offered to cover for me. The latter was particularly surprising; I traded less than five words with him, and he never showed any indication that he neither liked nor disliked me. I’m grateful, though. I wouldn’t be able to leave if it weren’t for them.
Caitlin said something odd before I left.
“You’re not going to be alone,” she whispered, cracking a catlike smile.
A young boy with brown hair stands at the edge of a cliff. In his right hand, he clutches his official League hat. In the other, he grips a white letter and a small map to a small town. The sky darkens over the shattered building below him. Repairs continue, but the damage done by the two gods is not readily reparable.
I departed the Pokemon League at sunset. I left with what I came. A standard-issue slingbag, a Dowsing MCHN, Running shoes. Two changes of clothes, a sleeping bag, and basic rations. A set of TMs and HMs, my Trainer I.D., and 5000 PokeDollars. Pokeballs containing my team.
Companionship: Zero. I travelled alone.
...And there you go.
(1): This is also more of a Preview to the actual story. Let me explain.
I didn't want to put this in the Trailers thread, primarily because it's not really a trailer. It's actually a part of the plot, kinda. Not necessary reading, but can be helpful, like the Explanatory Memorandum for legislation.
I'm not sure if you could consider it an actual Prologue to the one-shot. Yes, this snippet is set before the timeline of the one-shot, but stylistically, it's not congruous to the actual piece. The actual story isn't written so... disjointedly. D=
This snippet itself can be classified as a stand-alone piece, and since the rest of the story is better, I'll just label this a "preview".
Enjoy and discuss - the story is coming soon. Very soon.