Status: Mostly complete unless I want major retcons.
Welcome to the Pokémon AU: Kodoka! We will mainly star our adventures with the Tao trio.
Don't expect this to blow up. This is just a passion project. May end this version once January or 2021 en...
§Sensitive Content Ahead; Proceed with Caution; You May Get Emotional§
I had a dream...
I had a dream where we were just normal humans. No power of Pokémon, no magic. Just humans. Instead of Giratina the master of antimatter, they're just Gideon, a librarian.
Instead of the Unovan war, it was a car crash Reshiram, or well, Shiro, and Zekrom, now Kuro, got into & went into a coma. Instead of Geom-eun & Hayan being fusions, they were simply my half-siblings.
Jabjong was our "parent's" first child. And Gyeoul was our "grandma" who took care of us when our parent put themselves to sleep forever.
They were very aged. Instead of the Gyeoul I've known for years, they've deteriorated with time in this dream. Gyeoul's skin was wrinkled, their body frail, barely able to get up. Instead of the glistening, ice blue hair I've grown used to, it was silver hair. Instead of light blue eyes, they were deep brown. Nothing like the real Gyeoul, but I knew it was them. They shared the same voice, the same personality, the same carefulness.
I was just watching them, wanting to talk to them. Gyeoul laid on their bed, too weak to sit up. I opened the door. Gyeoul looked at me.
"Who...are......you?" Gyeoul asked. I remember the pain of your loved one, your guardian, your mother figure not remember you.
"Ma, it's me," I said. "Grey."
"Who's.....ma?" They can't remember what "ma" meant.
"Ma, it's you." I told them. "I'm your grandson, remember?"
"My grandson....?" Gyeoul said. "I didn't know I had a grandson."
"Ma, please..." I felt myself lose hope.
They lightly chuckled.
"My grandson..." Gyeoul said. "You're a very handsome grandson of mine."
"Ma, please tell me..." I asked. "Tell me if you know your favorite song."
"Well..."
Gyeoul slowly forgot our language as time passed. They're slowly losing their grip on our only way of communication. I felt the sharpness in my heart as they started to speak a language older than old-Corentian. Yet I can clearly understand this one phrase: I don't know what you're saying.
"Ma," I said. "I don't think we can..." I lost my words.
Gyeoul spoke of something. I feel like I can understand them yet I also can't. At the end of my visit, I vividly recall our last sentences.
"I...love you, ma"
I heard something from Gyeoul that was still untranslatable to me. But I knew what they meant. I hugged them one last time before I left the room.
I closed my eyes to see myself in a funeral service. Geom-eun just finished a speech, barely keeping themselves from crying. They got down and embraced Hayan, then they started to cry together.
I closed my eyes once again, seeing myself in front of a gravestone. The carving on it was illegible, but I knew who was it for.
I woke up, drenched in sweat. I got up to check on Hybrid near my room. I creeped their door open. Trinity was up, sitting in fetal position. She turned to me, eyes puffy from tears. I nodded & sat next to her.
We were silent for the next few moments. All we heard were the sounds of cicadas and leaves rustling.
You had it too, right? I asked.
My sister nodded. We stared at the night sky from the window. We waited out the night until we fell asleep.
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