Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ﹣Sɪx • Oᴜᴛ Oғ Tʜɪs Gʀᴀᴠɪᴛʏ

Chapter Twenty-Six: Out Of This Gravity

Night seemed to tear through her hair—no, her very soul— as if it had taken the spot of the breeze that danced through the open meadows with fleeting grace.

The darkness, however, seemed yet more captivating than the unseen gale—it was colder than the slight chill that the wind had swept with it, sending tiny pricks of numbness through her skin; faster than the draughts that came and went as they please.

As obscure as it seemed, she deemed it much worse than the day, whose light could obscure all the wrongdoings and ugliness of the world. The night was different—it was ruthless, unveiling everyone's flaws and scars and having nothing to cover up this vast earth's loneliness.

"Frogadier, come out." Her voice was soft as she held up the sphere, her Pokemon appearing next to her and regarding his trainer with a concerned expression. "No, I'm fine. I just want to do some late-night training today. That's all."

The creature held her gaze in a bout of silence, but decided not to pry further—as much of a prick he could be, he did understand Celeana to some extent. He knew the girl was down—about what, he couldn't tell—and he decided to be an understanding partner for once.

Following his trainer, the Water-typed Pokemon left after the teenager, webbed feet padding gracefully along the dew-dampened blades of grass and leaving no trace of sound.

"There's a c—cluster of trees there," she pointed out, and her Pokemon could not resist the urge to let out a private snicker just meant for his ears at the stammer. "I want you to attack and cut them down with Scald and Water Pulse—we'll work on combinations later."

Knowing that the coordinator wanted to be left on her own for a while, Frogadier replied with an obedient nod, leaping off and making his eventual disappearance into the ironic cloak of shadows that the night brought. Before that, however, he glanced back at her—he would come back later to make sure she was better.

Maybe I could even surprise her with an evolution or something, the Pokemon mused. I'm not too far away from evolving—all of that battling against Legendaries when we were stuck in time did me good. Perhaps evolution wasn't possible there—I don't know, but I am pretty close to becoming a Greninja.

With that, he made his way down the bumpy surface of the hills, a smile painted over his face—and he left his owner behind, thinking that it was the best choice for now.

The blue-haired girl, now having some fragment of time alone and to herself, tucked her knees to her chest and gave the patch of dying grass in front of her—dimmed and chilled by the murkiness of the night—a hard stare.

Her mind had started to wander—she didn't know justwhen she'd picked up the habit—launching itself into another philosophical ramble. This world really is confusing, she admitted to herself. And it hurts, too. There's just so much information to take in—and I don't know what to do with this information.

For example, Ryou... Celeana's heart clenched—he was the entire reason why she had been driven into such a mood in the first place. I don't even know what to call him anymore. I don't know what I should see him as now...a Trainer or some heir?

Steven...Her thoughts trailed off at the memory of the Champion; how calm and collected he had been throughout the entire situation—he'd explained part of what was going on to her, anyway. He says that Ryou has to go back.

Maybe she didn't want to admit it, but she was scared. She didn't want him to leave; after all, he'd been her first travelling companion. Sure, he'd been a massive jerk at times, but she knew he didn't want to be one—she'd rather him be a jerk than the terrified child she'd seen back then.