Phantom_Bugsy
Le Malade Imaginaire
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- 19
- Years
- Age 35
- Somewhere beyond the barricade
- Seen Jan 13, 2010
Mmkay folks, first fanfiction posted here! Writing is not my forte, I prefer drawing, but....oh well. :3
NAME GUIDE!
Itsuki = Will
Minaki = Eusine
Kanna = Lorelei
Wataru = Lance
And anyone else is probably unimportant. >__> English names for Cities cause I can. It's in Morty's POV.
For Itsuki
God?I remember when we first brought him to that awful place. It was his brother?s idea?imagine, a stark-raving lunatic thinking his brother is just that. I won?t deny Itsuki was a little crazy?even raving mad sometimes, but?we never thought anything could end up like this.
Minaki told me that it was merely a safe place for him to be, someplace where he could cool off. I knew I shouldn?t have believed him?it was a hospital for the mentally ill.
The doctors looked a little skeptical at first, seeing as though this was an elite being brought to them, but Itsuki decided to have one of his little faux-insanity episodes at Minaki for bringing him there, right in front of them. When they saw this, they decided with whatever fabric of their minds they were using at that moment that he was in fact insane. Two doctors took hold of his arms and led him to a room somewhere in the hospital?they returned minutes later to tell us he was in capable hands. My face said ?okay?, but my mind said ?bullsh*t?.
I tried, but I couldn?t bail him out. Some crap about being a danger to himself and society. Though I visited him every day, 5:00 sharp, and that made him forget for a while where he was. They?d put him on several medications, some of which actually seemed to improve his mood. But he still looked like a wreck, probably from worrying so much the times I wasn?t there. His skin was getting paler by the day, his hair was unkempt and messy from lack of caring for it, but his eyes retained the luster I loved so much. I was all he really lived for, the only one who cared. Even his brother stopped coming to visit him, the pompous dirtbag. People seemed to forget about him. Wataru let Kanna back into the Elite Four to take over the position she had lost to him, the only one who seemed to miss him at all was Karin. But she couldn?t get time off to visit; her position was too important to the league.
But there came one night where, come 5:00, I was being bogged down with so many challengers I couldn?t stand it. I couldn?t help but think of him the entire time I battled?.my focus was so off, every challenger that night walked away with a Fog Badge. It was 7:00 by the time I was finished. I grabbed my coat and began to run for the door, but the phone rang. I picked up, frantic to get to where I was going, and began to yell at whoever was on the other end.
It was the hospital. They told me I had to get there right now and that something had gone terribly wrong. I hung up on them in my rush to get outside, and drove faster than I ever had down the road to Goldenrod.
When I got there, a doctor greeted me with a solemn look. I knew I wasn?t going to like this, I just didn?t know how much I would dislike it.
I couldn?t have prepared myself for it.
A crowd of doctors had gathered around the door to Itsuki?s bathroom, one that at first glance you wouldn?t have been able to tell the floor was white tile. It was now covered in a liberal amount of blood, as was the sink?though that wasn?t the most disturbing sight, if you can believe it. Because there, lying in the middle of it all with dark bloody gashes carved across his wrists, was Itsuki. His emerald eyes still remained wide open, though that sparkle that was usually in them was no longer there. They?d become dark, and his skin was even paler than I had ever seen it. It was a ghastly porcelain-like shade, as though someone had painted him as such. I wanted to throw up, cry, or both. But all I did was cry. Little flecks of blood had dotted his face from where he had collapsed into his own blood, and I gently wiped them away with my sleeve. Even in death he was beautiful, granted now it was a tragic kind of beauty. I leaned down and kissed his icy lips, and it became apparent to me that he had been dead for quite some time. A few hours at least.
When all the doctors had left the room, I still sat with his body for a good two hours. I knew it was my fault. If I hadn?t been so caught up in my gym duties?he?d still be alive and relatively happy?.
I can barely stand to think of it anymore. And now standing here at his grave, holding a small bouquet of white lilies, all I can do is cry though no one can tell if I am from the heavy rain that?s falling.
And it?s only now that I realize?..I needed him more than he needed me. Though it?s too late for that, now isn?t it?
NAME GUIDE!
Itsuki = Will
Minaki = Eusine
Kanna = Lorelei
Wataru = Lance
And anyone else is probably unimportant. >__> English names for Cities cause I can. It's in Morty's POV.
For Itsuki
God?I remember when we first brought him to that awful place. It was his brother?s idea?imagine, a stark-raving lunatic thinking his brother is just that. I won?t deny Itsuki was a little crazy?even raving mad sometimes, but?we never thought anything could end up like this.
Minaki told me that it was merely a safe place for him to be, someplace where he could cool off. I knew I shouldn?t have believed him?it was a hospital for the mentally ill.
The doctors looked a little skeptical at first, seeing as though this was an elite being brought to them, but Itsuki decided to have one of his little faux-insanity episodes at Minaki for bringing him there, right in front of them. When they saw this, they decided with whatever fabric of their minds they were using at that moment that he was in fact insane. Two doctors took hold of his arms and led him to a room somewhere in the hospital?they returned minutes later to tell us he was in capable hands. My face said ?okay?, but my mind said ?bullsh*t?.
I tried, but I couldn?t bail him out. Some crap about being a danger to himself and society. Though I visited him every day, 5:00 sharp, and that made him forget for a while where he was. They?d put him on several medications, some of which actually seemed to improve his mood. But he still looked like a wreck, probably from worrying so much the times I wasn?t there. His skin was getting paler by the day, his hair was unkempt and messy from lack of caring for it, but his eyes retained the luster I loved so much. I was all he really lived for, the only one who cared. Even his brother stopped coming to visit him, the pompous dirtbag. People seemed to forget about him. Wataru let Kanna back into the Elite Four to take over the position she had lost to him, the only one who seemed to miss him at all was Karin. But she couldn?t get time off to visit; her position was too important to the league.
But there came one night where, come 5:00, I was being bogged down with so many challengers I couldn?t stand it. I couldn?t help but think of him the entire time I battled?.my focus was so off, every challenger that night walked away with a Fog Badge. It was 7:00 by the time I was finished. I grabbed my coat and began to run for the door, but the phone rang. I picked up, frantic to get to where I was going, and began to yell at whoever was on the other end.
It was the hospital. They told me I had to get there right now and that something had gone terribly wrong. I hung up on them in my rush to get outside, and drove faster than I ever had down the road to Goldenrod.
When I got there, a doctor greeted me with a solemn look. I knew I wasn?t going to like this, I just didn?t know how much I would dislike it.
I couldn?t have prepared myself for it.
A crowd of doctors had gathered around the door to Itsuki?s bathroom, one that at first glance you wouldn?t have been able to tell the floor was white tile. It was now covered in a liberal amount of blood, as was the sink?though that wasn?t the most disturbing sight, if you can believe it. Because there, lying in the middle of it all with dark bloody gashes carved across his wrists, was Itsuki. His emerald eyes still remained wide open, though that sparkle that was usually in them was no longer there. They?d become dark, and his skin was even paler than I had ever seen it. It was a ghastly porcelain-like shade, as though someone had painted him as such. I wanted to throw up, cry, or both. But all I did was cry. Little flecks of blood had dotted his face from where he had collapsed into his own blood, and I gently wiped them away with my sleeve. Even in death he was beautiful, granted now it was a tragic kind of beauty. I leaned down and kissed his icy lips, and it became apparent to me that he had been dead for quite some time. A few hours at least.
When all the doctors had left the room, I still sat with his body for a good two hours. I knew it was my fault. If I hadn?t been so caught up in my gym duties?he?d still be alive and relatively happy?.
I can barely stand to think of it anymore. And now standing here at his grave, holding a small bouquet of white lilies, all I can do is cry though no one can tell if I am from the heavy rain that?s falling.
And it?s only now that I realize?..I needed him more than he needed me. Though it?s too late for that, now isn?t it?