Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

Tнιrтy-Oɴe- I Doɴ'т Wαɴт To Loѕe Yoυ

Chapter Thirty-One: I Don't Want To Lose You

Wind swept the woman's brunette locks about in a playful manner, the gentle smile that would have adorned her face melting into a rarer, more serious expression—one that might have had been more common when she was younger, but ever since the worries of Groudon and Kyogre had come to pass, she'd relaxed into someone much more relaxed.

Now, however, it seemed that there was yet another imminent disaster that threatened Hoenn's peace—at least she assumed that was the case. After all, there was no other reason why she'd received that so-called urgent message from Officer Jenny, right?

"Mosdeep's Police Station," the email had read, and she'd mounted her Tropius at once and left her little recluse in the woods. After all, she'd been promised relative peace for the remainder of her life, but receiving a message—at twelve in the morning, no less—meant that something was wrong.

Of course, she could always be overthinking things, but it wasn't as if thinking about so many matters at once would hurt her. If there was one thing she'd learnt about her adventures as a teenager, it was that being prepared for any situation was never a bad thing.

"It's been a long time since I've flown on you," she mused, stroking the avian-like Pokemon's neck in an act of affection—she knew that the large creature enjoyed it. "Those were fun times, weren't they?"

A deep, gentle rumble of agreement replied her, and the gentle giant beneath her reared her head, turning to her trainer with a look of lazy contentment in her eyes.

"It brings back memories," Sapphire continued, gazing off into the far distance and watching the azure sky drift by, recurring patterns of milky clouds coming and going as her mind started to switch off. "I guess this won't be another fun time, though...it looks like something's wrong."

The veteran's eyes glanced down at the PokeNav on her wrist—as the red dot representing her current location blinked closer to Mosdeep with every passing minute, the sinking feeling in her stomach grew—she would reach in an hour.

Her Pokemon didn't reply after that, and the both of them remained silent for the remainder of the journey.

• • •

She rapped on the door's cement frame, flinching at how different the resultant sound was from the warm hollowness of the wood that she'd been used to for months—it had been far too long since she'd stepped into proper civilisation.

She was glad she had still retained some of her old, fiery personality, however—her flippant side had chosen to remain as well, it seemed; she had ended up wearing a set of clothes far too casual and crinkled for the occasion.

Ruby would freak out if he saw me now, she thought with a private giggle, halting her near-laughter as the door made a low creak, sliding open a fraction and spilling open the view of the contents lying in wait.

She didn't know if the tiny shriek in her ears was imagined or not—all she knew is that she recognised that very voice as her own, and she prayed, in fear of utter humiliation, that she'd just made that scream in her head.

There wasn't anything out of place—it was just a simple office, one expected of Hoenn's police force, but what was out of the ordinary was the raven-haired boy seated in one of the chairs, posture erect and gloved hands tapping at the table's wooden surface in a mindless manner.

Sapphire halted in her tracks, startled by the male's prescence, but even more alarmed as she realised that she recognised the boy. She recognised that stupid white hat of his that always looked like a wig, but she knew who he was.