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- Seen Sep 4, 2012
Author Hopeless Desires
Warnings: Sad themes, abandonment, hurt, grief, and character death.
Rating: PG. Parent Guidance Recommended.
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"Ash" Delia's gentle voice asked.
"Are you alright?" She knocked softly on the door, "Ash, open the door right now!"
Ash opened his lips, his voice blank and cold, "I'm fine."
Delia bit her lip, Ash had been doing sulking in his room ever since she told him about that.
She sighed, a ghost like smile on her face as she was reminded how stubborn Ash is and how similar that he is to his Fath- Crash.
Delia stumbled in fright, "Ash," She shrieked,"What are you doing in the-.
The door slammed open, revealing a young boy with messy black hair, his chocolate hues dull, his pale form trembling.
Delia caught a peek at what Ash had broken, and stared in horror at the expensive framed newspaper front cover about Ash.
"Why would you of all people care," He yelled, something wet forming in the corner of his Chocolate orbs,
"You lied to me! Your my mother, your supposed to tell me everything!" his voice dripping with venom.
As sudden as the outburst came, the silence also took over.
The atmosphere was very silent, and very awkward, and if Delia had a knife, she swore she could have cut it.
She lowered her eyes, suddenly finding her Green gardening boots rather interesting.
"Why?"
The question confused Delia, as she looked up with Mahogany eyes.
"What d-"
"Why did you stop my journey, why did you lie to me?"
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It had been only an hour later that Delia had gotten a magnifecent idea.
Delia grabbed the phone sitting exactly next to her.
She bit her lower lip before dialing a number.
After two beeps, she had gotten a reply.
It was a sophisticated young voice, her voice cold enough to scare a large Pokemon away,
"Family Grace CEO talking"
Delia took a deep, trembling breath.
"It's me, Delia." She croaked, awaiting the person on the other phone to remember her.
One moment later, she got a reply, "6:00 P.M, CEO guest room #784" Beep went the telephone.
________________________________________________________________
Delia sat herself against the velvet couch, laying her purse next to her, she was dressed in a simple pencil skirt and shirt with a black unbuttoned blazer on top of it, her auburn hair in a french braid, strands of her hair falling into her face.
Her expression blank, her eyes glazed over, she stared at the floor as a million of jumbled thoughts crossed her mind.
An ivory door straight in front of her, clicked open at that moment, breaking Delia's Trance.
A young woman dressed in a lovely mix of fabrics creating a subtle and sophisticated look with a black velvet body with a sweetheart neckline, chiffon sleeves and shoulder pads came from beyond the door.
"Delia." She acknowledged.
"Grace" Delia replied
As they were both seated in a chair, the silence was broken, "What are you planning, Delia?"
The ghost of a smile broke on Delia's face,"I wouldn't be with --------- if I revealed it to you, would?"
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Ash laid his head on the wet pillow, he closed his eyes and waited for any signs of Delia being awake or at home.
A few minutes of silence passed by, before Ash opened his eyes, he stood up, strode to the door.
He took a moment to glance at his desk, he stared blankly at his old League's Cap, before opening the door and walking out, not even sparing a glance at the glass-covered floor.
It felt odd, he thought, not wearing his league's cap, the one he got from his Father.
Him, just the thought of him made him puke a little in his mouth, he was another reason why Ash didn't wear his cap.
He walked down the long stair, reached the Oak front door, grabbed his stylish black coat, opened the door, and walked out of his home, then walked out of his town, and now, his short life.
______________________________________________________
Meanwhile, Delia was now having a staring contest with Grace.
After a few moments, Grace gave up.
Grace sighed, lifting her eyelids, she smiled at Delia.
"I shall help you, but for one price."
Delia smiled,"Ask away,Grace."
Grace smirked, "I thought you'd say that, I want you to -----
Delia's eyes widened, for what she said was -------
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A.N.
So, do you like it?
I appreciate reviews and any constructive Criticism.
Any flames will be taken and used as training for my fire-types.
Now on to the more important stuff.
More specifically, Oc/Fakemon submission:
POKEMON: WHY: JOURNEY THROUGHOUT KHIONE : OC SUBMISSION:
Rules: No Mary-sues. Anybody is allowed to submit an original character, even guests. No copying other Ocs. Anything in Bold you have to answer, any thing not in bold is extended, and you don't have to answer. You are allowed to have up to 10 Pokemon
Note: Quickly sign up to be a gym leader, or be apart of the Elite four, Or One of the Battle geniuses, Or a top coordinator.
Special Note: Some Lucky Reviewers will get be the champions of the other region, and even possibly the Khione region!
Deadline: December 1 for guests/Live journal/ Facebook Members, December 10 for Fanfiction/FictionPress Members, December 15 for deviantart members/PokeCommunity members.
Name:
Age:
Birthday:
Weakness:
General Clothes:
Skills as a Trainer/Coordinator: (Out of /10, and/or what she/he is good at in training or coordinating)
Appearance:
Color scheme:
Fave Pokemon types:
Occupation:
Short story:
Personality:
Pokemon Team:
Pokemon Moves: (If you don't want to do this, I'll do it)
Extra: (Tattoo, Birth Mark, Jewelry,etc)
A.N.
Thank you, Desiree-U for:
-Alisa
-Blanche
Thank you,Majarath
for the FakeMon and the great map base!
- And thank many others!
When I get A few reviews, I shall continue Writing this story, just so I know that somebody is actually reading it.
Copy right 2012
Warnings: Sad themes, abandonment, hurt, grief, and character death.
Rating: PG. Parent Guidance Recommended.
_____________________________________________
"Ash" Delia's gentle voice asked.
"Are you alright?" She knocked softly on the door, "Ash, open the door right now!"
Ash opened his lips, his voice blank and cold, "I'm fine."
Delia bit her lip, Ash had been doing sulking in his room ever since she told him about that.
She sighed, a ghost like smile on her face as she was reminded how stubborn Ash is and how similar that he is to his Fath- Crash.
Delia stumbled in fright, "Ash," She shrieked,"What are you doing in the-.
The door slammed open, revealing a young boy with messy black hair, his chocolate hues dull, his pale form trembling.
Delia caught a peek at what Ash had broken, and stared in horror at the expensive framed newspaper front cover about Ash.
"Why would you of all people care," He yelled, something wet forming in the corner of his Chocolate orbs,
"You lied to me! Your my mother, your supposed to tell me everything!" his voice dripping with venom.
As sudden as the outburst came, the silence also took over.
The atmosphere was very silent, and very awkward, and if Delia had a knife, she swore she could have cut it.
She lowered her eyes, suddenly finding her Green gardening boots rather interesting.
"Why?"
The question confused Delia, as she looked up with Mahogany eyes.
"What d-"
"Why did you stop my journey, why did you lie to me?"
____________________________________________________________
It had been only an hour later that Delia had gotten a magnifecent idea.
Delia grabbed the phone sitting exactly next to her.
She bit her lower lip before dialing a number.
After two beeps, she had gotten a reply.
It was a sophisticated young voice, her voice cold enough to scare a large Pokemon away,
"Family Grace CEO talking"
Delia took a deep, trembling breath.
"It's me, Delia." She croaked, awaiting the person on the other phone to remember her.
One moment later, she got a reply, "6:00 P.M, CEO guest room #784" Beep went the telephone.
________________________________________________________________
Delia sat herself against the velvet couch, laying her purse next to her, she was dressed in a simple pencil skirt and shirt with a black unbuttoned blazer on top of it, her auburn hair in a french braid, strands of her hair falling into her face.
Her expression blank, her eyes glazed over, she stared at the floor as a million of jumbled thoughts crossed her mind.
An ivory door straight in front of her, clicked open at that moment, breaking Delia's Trance.
A young woman dressed in a lovely mix of fabrics creating a subtle and sophisticated look with a black velvet body with a sweetheart neckline, chiffon sleeves and shoulder pads came from beyond the door.
"Delia." She acknowledged.
"Grace" Delia replied
As they were both seated in a chair, the silence was broken, "What are you planning, Delia?"
The ghost of a smile broke on Delia's face,"I wouldn't be with --------- if I revealed it to you, would?"
________________________________________________________________
Ash laid his head on the wet pillow, he closed his eyes and waited for any signs of Delia being awake or at home.
A few minutes of silence passed by, before Ash opened his eyes, he stood up, strode to the door.
He took a moment to glance at his desk, he stared blankly at his old League's Cap, before opening the door and walking out, not even sparing a glance at the glass-covered floor.
It felt odd, he thought, not wearing his league's cap, the one he got from his Father.
Him, just the thought of him made him puke a little in his mouth, he was another reason why Ash didn't wear his cap.
He walked down the long stair, reached the Oak front door, grabbed his stylish black coat, opened the door, and walked out of his home, then walked out of his town, and now, his short life.
______________________________________________________
Meanwhile, Delia was now having a staring contest with Grace.
After a few moments, Grace gave up.
Grace sighed, lifting her eyelids, she smiled at Delia.
"I shall help you, but for one price."
Delia smiled,"Ask away,Grace."
Grace smirked, "I thought you'd say that, I want you to -----
Delia's eyes widened, for what she said was -------
______________________________________________________________
A.N.
So, do you like it?
I appreciate reviews and any constructive Criticism.
Any flames will be taken and used as training for my fire-types.
Now on to the more important stuff.
More specifically, Oc/Fakemon submission:
POKEMON: WHY: JOURNEY THROUGHOUT KHIONE : OC SUBMISSION:
Rules: No Mary-sues. Anybody is allowed to submit an original character, even guests. No copying other Ocs. Anything in Bold you have to answer, any thing not in bold is extended, and you don't have to answer. You are allowed to have up to 10 Pokemon
Note: Quickly sign up to be a gym leader, or be apart of the Elite four, Or One of the Battle geniuses, Or a top coordinator.
Special Note: Some Lucky Reviewers will get be the champions of the other region, and even possibly the Khione region!
Deadline: December 1 for guests/Live journal/ Facebook Members, December 10 for Fanfiction/FictionPress Members, December 15 for deviantart members/PokeCommunity members.
Name:
Age:
Birthday:
Weakness:
General Clothes:
Skills as a Trainer/Coordinator: (Out of /10, and/or what she/he is good at in training or coordinating)
Appearance:
Color scheme:
Fave Pokemon types:
Occupation:
Short story:
Personality:
Pokemon Team:
Pokemon Moves: (If you don't want to do this, I'll do it)
Extra: (Tattoo, Birth Mark, Jewelry,etc)
A.N.
Thank you, Desiree-U for:
-Alisa
-Blanche
Thank you,Majarath
for the FakeMon and the great map base!
- And thank many others!
When I get A few reviews, I shall continue Writing this story, just so I know that somebody is actually reading it.
Copy right 2012