Pokemon Regression

Chapter 27: Happy Birthday Cyan!

Day 52:

It was almost the afternoon when I finally came back to. My biological clock back when I was an adult would have forced me awake at the crack of 7, as I'd been trying to condition myself to do since I woke up in this second life. However, my younger body insisted on claiming at least a full 10 hours of sleep after being deprived of it for this long.

By the time I awoke, Chee was sitting on the opposite side of the bed and happily scribbling away at something. She almost seemed to be humming something to herself, although the noise was incredibly faint. 

As I sat up, she paused what she was doing and set aside the paper she'd been drawing on. Chee turned to face me with a big smile on her face. Good morning!

"...You're calmer than I expected." I answered groggily. I still wasn't completely awake. "Doesn't the Pokemon Centre usually freak you out?"

It's fine, I'm safe right now. She smiled right back at me, pointing at me as if that answered all the questions I might have.

"Speaking of, why were you in my room last night?" I groaned, sliding out of the bed and dusting off my clothes. "I didn't give you my key."

She dug into one of her pockets and retrieved a key that looked exactly like my own, holding it out for me to see. It was another key for the room we were in, separate from the one I possessed.

"...So that's why you snuck out of the meeting with Oak early, huh?" I sighed. "So that I wouldn't be there to see you getting the key from the Nurse at the entrance."

She stuck her tongue out playfully. I wanted to complain, but honestly this was better than her moping about all the time. "Well, whatever. It's fine for now. We both had a pretty rough day after all."

I glanced over at the sheets of paper she'd set aside to focus on me, and my curiosity grew. "Were you drawing something?" I asked. 

She nodded. Wanna see?

"Sure."

Happily the young girl scooped up the paper she'd been using, hesitating for only a moment before handing them to me. 

There were three pictures, drawn in what appeared to be crayon. It might be a stretch to say they were well-drawn, but for the scribbling of a pre-teen girl they were surprisingly readable. She seemed to have a talent for drawing, or perhaps this was something she'd done more often than I'd noticed.

The first picture showed a Pikachu wearing a busted up brown cloak. It looked like the sort of design you'd see on an action show, with a scar just above one of it's eyes. Despite that, it was sitting besides a campfire and was depicted in warm colours, a comforting look on it's face. 

The second page was a rendered bolt of lightning striking something nondescript. It was far more stylised than the other pictures, and it appeared the entire purpose of the picture was to draw a powerful bolt of thunder. The only colours used were Yellow, Orange, and black, like a burst of electricity breaking through the darkness. 

The third picture was the one that surprised me the most. It was a drawing of me. My signature blue hair with a whiff of white in the centre. I was wearing light blue and black clothes, like I do now, but my jacket had been replaced with a flowing yellow cape, and I was standing with my hands on my hips. By my side, Yeller was also depicted with a flowing blue cape of his own. 

Behind the two of us was a set of circles that I could only assume was the crystal onix, with swirls for eyes. It seemed that the two of us had already beaten those in the picture. 

I turned my gaze from the pictures back to Chee, who seemed slightly bashful. ...That one's not quite done yet. She seemed to say, interlocking her fingers nervously. Do you like them?