FelixHawke

“They’re just people. They’re just people. Nothing to be scared of. You fit in,” N told himself as he waited in the crowded line. Sweat was gathering at the base of his neck and he could feel his heart beating at least thirty percent faster than it normally did. He rolled a five dollar coin between his long, nimble fingers, trying his utmost to center all his focus on this singular action rather than the teeming crowd he found himself trapped in. “It’s alright, Natural,” a soft, sweet voice--his favorite human voice--whispered in his ear. “We’re almost to the front of the line.” He

I'm sorry, Child. Your sister is…something I've never encountered before. Be brave, Blayre; you will need much courage to walk the path that is laid out in front of you. Do not falter from it; you will be needed in the end. The words sang in Blayre’s mind constantly since the incident on the S.S. Aqua. Though he had tried his best to push the memory of that terrible day from his mind, he couldn’t shake the feeling that his body was no longer wholly his. Atreyu had assured him that this feeling would one day pass, to give himself some time to heal, but it had been nearly a month since their departure and the symptoms still

The worse has passed now, Atreyu thought, sighing as he leaned back in his chair. In the past three days he had barely had a moment of rest; tending to Blayre had proven much more difficult than he had anticipated. He closed his eyes and rubbed them lightly. They watered and stung as he yawned, his limbs and mind heavy with the dense fog of sleep.    "How is he?" a cold, sweet feminine voice called. Atreyu's eyes snapped open, his sister's voice jarring him out of an uneasy, light sleep. Noah stood lazily in the doorway, dressed in a floor length white satin gown. Idly, she twirled a bit of her hair around her pinkie finger,

"I think I may vomit," Blayre groaned as he watched the couple embrace. "Must you two paw at each other every time I lay eyes on you? It was bad enough watching your little romp in the tent the other day. Your mother must be so proud, Doll." Touko spun on her heels, fists clenched in anger and a light pink blush across her cheeks as the sting of Blayre's words bit at her propriety. "And just how wa—" Before she could continue, however, she found herself being forcefully turned by the shoulders. Confused and taken aback, she practically fell into N's embrace as he pulled her to him. She let out a little, raspy gasp of surprise as he lac

Chapter 21: "Hello? Is anyone in this room?" "Nygh," Atreyu groaned, still more asleep than awake.   A hard rap came to the door. "Hello? Is anyone there?" "Wha?" he said, yawning as he rubbed his sleep-laden eyes.  Another harsh, jolting series of knocks were unleashed on the door. He heaved a sigh and, with much effort, labored to his feet. "I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your Rapidashes," he called wearily as he trudged to the door. He pulled the heavy door open, perhaps with more force than was necessary, and surveyed the men standing before him. Serious expressions were plastered on their gaunt, sleep-weary faces.

Chapter 20: "In the beginning," Beckette began, his voice pregnant with mysticism. His grandiose speech, however, was cut short as he spied a young woman dressed in a short, white, sparkling cocktail dress. His brown eyes met her unfathomably deep, vivid blue eyes for a fleeting moment before she disappeared into the arteries of the ship, an enlarged Pokeball clutched in her hands. He shook his head, stunned by the odd feeling that was lingering in the pit of his stomach, and cleared his throat before continuing. "In the beginning, it was said there was nothing but infinite darkness and boundless space. However, in this wasteland there was

Chapter 19: "Face it, Touko, we're a little lost," N said sympathetically. "We've passed that Milktank farm three times now. Just admit you misread the map." "Excuse me, but I think I know how to read a map," Touko huffed. "And, if we are lost—and I'm not saying we are—it's definitely not my fault." "Oh, yes, definitely not," N said sarcastically under his breath. Stubborn as ever, I see, he thought, heaving an exhausted sigh. At this rate, we'll be lucky if we ever make it to Olivine City. "Why don't we rest for a moment and clear our heads?" "Fine," Touko grumbled sourly, leaning moodily against the nearest tree. "I wanted to

Chapter 18: "Thanks for getting us here so quickly, Zekrom," Touko said as she patted the great black dragon's flank. "I'm so excited to see Johto! I've heard they've got some really cool Pokémon here." It was my pleasure. While you slept, N and I had a very pleasant conversation about the ethics of keeping Pokémon stored in Pokeballs.   "Oh, really?" Touko asked, eyeing N suspiciously as he unloaded their bags from Zekrom's back. That sounds like Plasma talk…   Yes. We both agreed that before going any further into town you should both give your Pokémon some time to exercise. They'll get lazy if yo

N's eyes fluttered open, his heart thudding uncomfortably fast against his ribs. He took a deep steadying breath as he reoriented himself to reality. His hands inspected his neck thoroughly, checking to make sure that those vice-like claws of his memory were left behind in the realm of sleep. As his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the little hotel room, he noticed that Touko, who was usually awake long before him, was still resting beside him. N sat up and rubbed his still sleep-laden eyes. He felt utterly exhausted, both in body and mind. The weak light filtering in through the curtains was still a dull, washed-out shade of grey. He s