Mixed Colors [Pokemon Fanfic]

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 (Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon nor take credit for the characters.)

(However, this whole story is entirely of my idea. I own the story itself.)

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; Unknown

It was hard seeing that guy so happy with himself, loving Pokemon, seeing new places, visiting new regions, and all sorts of things. He was intent on making worth of being a dexholder, and that he did. I was happy that he was able to achieve his dream, and glad for his already-planned future.

I don't think he knew much of how I wanted him here with me instead.

I stayed alone, though. I didn't want to keep him from his journeys and adventures. Working by myself all day and every day, a laborer from dawn to dusk, my mind was always crowded with thoughts of him.

What was he doing now? Was he well? Was he treated well? How much has he changed from the boy I once knew? I asked myself.

It's been a long time since the last time I saw him, and there were so many questions I wanted answers to.

Unfortunately, he still hadn't come back. And I still haven't gathered the nerve to go looking for him.

After what felt like forever, I began to smile to hide my loneliness. Putting on cheerful expressions, doing silly poses, and laughing playfully in defeat of a battle. No one could read minds.

Sometimes it was okay for my thoughts to be secret, but other times I'd wish someone could understand my feelings. I had gotten new rivals, new friends, but my old life hadn't come back to me yet.

One day, I walked into the Unova restaurant while travelling, with the special guests as expected: the Striaton gym leaders, Cress, Chili, and Cilan. I didn't really have anything better to do with my day, so I sat down on a seat next to them and started chatting.

It was going rather smoothly, considering how I really wasn't like myself that day. (Well, really considering who people thought I was). My smiles were sincere and my poise was serious for once. I guess that's how you're told to act in front of gym leaders. Your back has to be straight and your smiles closed to make a first impression.

From my image and reputation, they were shocked of how I wasn't that childish as I seemed. Still, we had a long conversation, which then led to a few unwanted observations. Being connoisseurs, I couldn't say that wasn't expected, but I didn't realize they would pull the card anyhow.

Cilan, the most questioning of the three, spoke up. "Friend, it seems you've gotten something on your mind. Your eyes are of darker hues and your expression a bit sadder," he tilted his head and his green eyes focused onto mine. "Is there something wrong?"

I was surprised he knew. I raised my eyebrows. "What?" I forced out a laugh, but Cilan's gaze didn't waver, showing he wasn't gullible. I trailed off, then stared down on the mahogany table. The two brothers alongside Cilan also started looking at me, so I was forced to say something to break the silence. "T-The truth is..." I began, wincing at my words and how easily persuaded I was. "I've had the same thing on my mind... for a while now, actually."

Cress closed his eyes as he swiftly took a sip of tea, being the elegant figure he was. "Oh? You seem awfully nervous. Cilan never meant to trouble you, I'm sure." He glanced at the lime-haired gym leader to ensure the agreement, then turning back to face me, crystal blue eyes shining, the same color as his cerulean hair.

"No, it's no trouble..." I mumbled, in thought. "It's just... Would you like to hear of the story?" I switched my look from one brother to the next, and they all nodded. It was easier to share secrets than keep them, as they all say.

"Do tell us soon," Chili said, resting his chin on the top of his palm. "I love stories and I'd rather you get going with yours." His flaming red eyes were unnerving, but I smiled slyly to challenge him.

"Of course."