You Are The Pokemon AND You Have Declared War

Chapter 7: The Pokeball That Was His

   John paced back and forth in 'his' room. The Gardevoir was just sitting on the bed, watching him walk around amusingly.

   John stopped again, put his hands up on his head and turned to Vi. "You're my Pokemon."

   "That's right."

   "I have Pokemon."

   "Right again."

   "I am in a room that you have prepared for me for days and every Pokemon here agreed to this... surprise welcome... for me."

   "And I thought Sherlock was the greatest detective."

   John then looked up, threw his hands down, with his umbrella of course, and started pacing again. He just can't believe it. He just can't really believe it.

   "John."

   John stopped. "Um, yes?"

   "You're funny."

   Uncertain how to reply, "Yes... Yes, I suppose I am. Wait, is my name John? Is it John? Or is it... oh I don't know...!"

   John sat on 'his' bed and messed up his hair in frustration. 'His' Gardevoir sat beside him and looked at him eagerly. "You know, I missed you so much, John."

   "So John really is my real name?"

   "No, but you told us that if ever you forgot your name we'd call you John. Like that sci-fi character in that TV show you used to love," she said.

   Great. Now we'll never know his real name.

   "There's more of you?"

   "Yes, I think I'm the only one left of the three that you had..."

   John put his hands on his face. All his Pokemon... Gone all because of him. You know that feeling when you lost your Teddy or your favourite little spinning top? Yeah, multiply that a hundred times because he didn't just loose something, he lost someone. It's like he lost his friend.... He lost his friends.

   "I'm so- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for all of you. I could've... I should've..."

   "But hey, don't be, you're here now."

   John put down his hands, rubbing off his teary eyes. "I lost all of you. I lost everyone of you."

   "You still have your Gardevoir. Well, I wasn't exactly a Gardevoir before the... accident. I was your, um, Kirlia then, after some time, I evolved into a Gardevoir!" she stood up and twirled around, "Ta-da!"

   But John was too deep in regret that 'Ta-da' just wouldn't do the trick. 'John the Abandoner' he repeats in his mind. Add that to the list of names aside from 'John Who Forgot'. Oh wait, let's change that to 'John Who Forgot Everything and Everyone'.

   "You not an abandoner, not that it's a real word," Gardevoir said, as if she was reading his mind. She approached him and put something in John's open hands.

   John knew what it was and he pushed the button on the tiny sphere. The greatball grew to its full size as did its weight. It was her pokeball. And it felt like it should flood him with memories. Answers to questions and all that whatnot. But it just... makes John feel sadder... emptier... depressed...

   Yes, 'sadder' is a real word.

   "It's not working right now but if it is, I would gladly jump back in there and be your Pokemon," she told him, "Just like old times."

   John rubbed his eyes again. He has to, his tears weren't going down so it was just blurring his vision. "Why? What is it like in a pokeball? Is it somekind of computerised torture chamber-"