Lambency (Ingo x Reader)

27. Ghosts of the Past

Finding Miss Akari is no easy task.

Ingo is buffeted by the black winds.

His shoulder sorely hurts. Chiefly around the collarbone area. But he must leave the pain aside and focus.

The fire of his torch is eventually blown off.

A pair of red eyes...

"Tangrowth, Stun Spore!"

Tangrowth hinders the advance of dangerous Pokémon while Magnezone and Gliscor push them away.

The warden lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of Miss Akari, Miss Mint and Mister Thym, visibly roughed up but unharmed.

"Mister Ingo! Everything okay?! Where are Volo and (Name)?"

"I ensured they left the distortion safe and sound."

Knowing at present that Miss Akari and the others are fine, he needs to get back to you and corroborate his statement.

He hopes you are okay, too.

He wants to see you.

Hold on, (Name), just a little while longer.

Magnezone emits a buzzing sound to signal the arrival of Machamp and Alakazam, who nod and get back into their Poké Balls to signify that they have accomplished their mission.

"Thank you, my dear friends.", he whispers.

I am coming, (Name).

***

Ultimately, the distortion ceases.

The dark veil falls off, revealing a quiet, moonless night.

"W-we made it!"

"We're alive!", exult Thym and Mint.

Ingo notes that there is a group of people in the distance.

He can hear their faint voices and see the flickering light of torches.

It must be you. It has to.

"I think we're finally out of the woods!", Akari expresses with relief.

Once her and Ingo's Pokémon have returned inside their Poké Balls, the warden encourages everyone to move on.

"Ingo!"

He hears you, calling out his name.

"(Name)?", he answers, his heart beating twofold faster.

He speeds up the pace.

"Ingo! Over here!", your voice is clearer.

It is so dark

But all of a sudden

Everything turns white.

He shuts his eyes, blinded by the burst of purple flames.

Wearing his impeccable uniform, he is now inside one of the subway cars, on the Single Line.

He is certain of it. He knows his own subway better than anyone else.

It is all so familiar after all.

The rattling of the train on the railway lulls him.

The sunlight in the wagon occasionally flickers, as the train is passing by trees, electric posts, signs, or edifices. The landscape scrolls by at the corner of his eyes, through the windows.

Standing in front of him are the most stunning person and Pokémon he has ever seen.

The Pokémon's flames are shining brightly on top of her head and thin black arms, leaving in their wake glittering purple wisps as she sways in the air.