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A/N :: Okay! Before you get reading, I'd like to clarify some things. 1) This fic will be less depressing as the chapters progress! 2) Yes, this is a chaptered fic! 3) Yes, it will in turn also focus on a trainer journey, though it is also centered around other plotlines involving ghosts and such, and other things. 4) I realize this chapter is fairly dark, but please read it anyway. I'm setting things up, gosh darn it! ;) Now read! BTW, if you spot any mistakes, or have any comments, just give me them! Also, this is my first attempt at fanfiction, so don't tear me apart!
EDIT - I am not exactly sure about the title as of yet. :S It just might change.
This fanfic was also posted by me on different forums. I posted this as Icyrain on Serebii.net Forums, and as Blueguy on the Cave of Dragonflies Forums. Just so you don't think I'm plagiarizing.
Chapter 1 :: The Ghost, the Rain, and Arra Pond
Her room was heavy with shadow, the grey sky complementing its obsidian hues. A fine coat of rain had sheathed the surface of the window, further separating the somber lands of a young girl from a world consumed by fog.
A sea of used tissues had consumed the entirety of the girl?s floor, after the wastebasket could hold no more. She was sleeping... technically, but it was more of being awake with her eyes closed; only her feet dipped in the waters of a dream.
The fact of the matter was that Vollta, her Pichu, had died. Simple as that. There was no way to avert the agonizing truth, and that was what plagued Marin night and day: she was vulnerable to emotion, under siege with no refuge. It was this that had coyly forced her into a broken life, in which she was only breathing due to instinct.
It was precisely 4:00am when Marin awoke that day, the day she saw the ghost. It peered at her from outside the icy glass, an expression of sorrow emanating from its saucer-like eyes. Marin then realized it was a Gastly. She wiped the moist tears from her eyes, and straightened up immediately. The ideal of a ghost pok?mon intruding into her room at a time like this was practically blasphemous. Marin began to sob uncontrollably, as the ghost dissipated, only to materialize within her room.
At once a frigid cool had settled, the fabric of the atmosphere mutating in an instant. A thin smoke was pouring from the spherical pok?mon. Its fragrance was intoxicating, lulling Marin into a submissive and placid state, in which the ghost could not frighten her anymore.
The Gastly approached her, hovering above her tear-streaked face. The sorrow she had sensed earlier was much more vivid, so vivid she could taste it in the air. A faint voice called to her... as if distorted by the liquid bonds of the ocean.
?Chu... Pi ? the voice screamed in agony.
And suddenly, the memoirs Marin had shelved in the caves of her mind were sent fluttering back into her soul. The day when Vollta had died...
?Chu... Pi ? came Vollta?s plea for help; the same plea which had been branded upon Marin?s conscience a thousand times.
But she could do nothing, and as she watched her dearest friend relinquish herself to the violent waves she felt guilt tear at her like a voracious hound. She could do nothing because she was held back... by that figure... so muddled by the fog of time.
The waters had gurgled pleasantly... as if belching after a gluttonous feast, and then... the waves stopped... and a deadly silence began to wend its way through her mind.
?Why?? Marin bellowed at the Gastly. ?Why are you doing this??
Her answer came swiftly in the form of a single blue spark, Vollta?s specialty. And then a voice crept into her head, that she knew was the Gastly?s. ?Meet me at the Pond.?
And with that the ghost vanished, leaving Marin astounded, and the room a desolate wasteland.
The whole experience of the Gastly had left Marin feeling devoid of emotion, but at least that quenched the undying grief that had been resounding in her heart. For the first time in weeks she had felt relatively close to normalcy.
?Meet me at the Pond.?
The words echoed within her recollection quite disturbingly. She knew exactly which pond the Gastly had meant... The ghost had meant Arra Pond, the sacred body of water in which Vollta had perished. But why did the Gastly care about Marin?s tragic past, and furthermore even know of such tragedy?
The ?haunting?, as Marin had so dubbed it, had seemed to awaken her inner core again, had seemed to spark the flame of her soul that was so close to smoldering. The clouds of sorrow had parted, revealing that she was being absurd. It had been long ago... and she should at least try to move on.
Marin began with throwing away the used tissue, which was forming pyramids of neglect upon the floor. Once that was done she drew her shades, only to remember that it was still raining as ever. She had never cared much for it... but her mother always had.
?I find that it can calm my spirit, no matter how restless, dead, or bereft it becomes. It seems to instill something within me that nothing else can... I know you must find it hard to understand,? she had said to Marin one day with a secretive grin. Marin?s mother had always been fond of Water-types. She even had a Vaporeon, of which she named Tsuna.
Currently Marin?s father was away, conducting research upon the migration patterns of Pidgey in Johto, whilst Marin?s mother and herself were still at home. Marin suspected her mother was reading, or perhaps looking out the window... She often did that.
As Marin reorganized various things within her room (As cleaning was something she tended to do when depressed) she passed the mirror, in all its reflective glory. She saw a girl who looked at the end of the rope; a girl with circles beneath her eyes, and fatigue dogging her every step. She saw a girl who differed greatly from who she used to be: an effervescent young girl, with the world before her, and this change saddened her. Of course her physical features still remained the same. Her hair was still the same auburn, still put into buns (one at either side), reminiscent of Princess Leia, except let loose to be free and spiky, and her eyes were still the same vibrant, beautiful green, despite being bloodshot, and most often brimming with tears.
Once the cleaning had been finished, she felt renewed, and had enough strength to confront what had been looming before her since this morning: the Ghost.
She had been walking down the road for quite some time now, the frosty misty engulfing her. It shrouded all vision, and Marin felt slightly claustrophobic... And yet, she could still navigate to her destination with relative ease.
Arra Pond was still and noiseless. She ascended a small stone staircase that led to a shrine that overlooked the whole of the pond. The Gastly floated, seemingly glancing at the gray horizon.
?G-Gastly,? Marin managed to stammer, her voice quavering as the ghost began to emit small spirals of electricity. ?Gastly??
It turned around and Marin recognized the unforgettable set of brown eyes. They were blurred with a miserable woe, but the same familiar twinkle broke through the barrier of shadow. The Gastly was Vollta, there was no doubt about it.
?Vollta?? she questioned, her throat tense with anxiety.
?Yes,? the Gastly, or rather Vollta, replied. The voice could be heard resonating telepathically through Marin?s mind.
?But how?? Marin continued. This didn?t add up. How did her beloved Pichu become a Gastly? It just wasn?t possible.
?When - when I died I - I felt as if I were soaring through the sky... through an endless sky... but when the flight had ended I was left in a place of nothingness; a place of derelict waste... and I stayed there for what seemed eternities. Throughout my imprisonment I began to change... At first it was only a change deep within me; the neglect of almost all that I had once thought... once loved... but eventually I had...? Vollta said, her eyes wide with an emotion that Marin had never seen before.
Marin stared into Vollta?s eyes desperately, searching for the smallest bit of familiarity, but it was scarce... a faint memory left in her old pok?mon?s eyes. Vollta searched for the words to finish her sentence.
?Eventually I had left my old body, like a Metapod leaves its old shell... except my transformation was all but glamorous... I had become this - this abomination of a ghost In time I became used to it...? Vollta added in disgust. Her smoke danced in the gentle force of the wind, as she told her tale. ?The ?Black Place?, as I call it, was the personification of evil... it was so empty; so dead. And then I felt rage boil throughout me, a deep regret that I had been wronged... and I felt resentment against... against you.?
Marin and Vollta?s eyes synchronized perfectly in that instant.
?I felt as if you had wanted me to die, but I realized these thoughts were foolish... Still, I began to feel as if I had wronged you, Marin. We were about to begin our journey together... and I had given out on you. I want you to train me, Marin. But most of all... I want to become myself again. I want to run carelessly through the tall grass again, and feel the electricity flow through my own, tangible cheeks. I want to tickle you with my static, to feel the air brush against my coat as a Pichu yet again.?
By this time, tears had begun to make their escape from Marin, but she forced them back.
?I - I wish I could help you - but spirits, ghosts, and that sort of stuff - it?s just - I just - I don?t know what to do ? Marin cried in frustration and sorrow. ?I hadn?t the foggiest that pok?mon even had ghosts Don?t you see how this is kind of odd for me, Vollta??
?Of course I understand... But please make your best effort... don?t - give out on me,? she pleaded.
?I?ll see what I can do, but I can?t keep you with me... My mother is frightened of ghosts,? Marin answered, wiping the liquid traitor now gracing her cheek. It felt odd to her to call Vollta a ghost, but that was what she was now. ?Just stay by Arra Pond until I come back... and stay out of sight. The townsfolk are quite afraid of Gastly.?
Vollta cringed as she was classified, despite the fact that it was true.
?Don?t worry... I will.?
EDIT - I am not exactly sure about the title as of yet. :S It just might change.
This fanfic was also posted by me on different forums. I posted this as Icyrain on Serebii.net Forums, and as Blueguy on the Cave of Dragonflies Forums. Just so you don't think I'm plagiarizing.
Chapter 1 :: The Ghost, the Rain, and Arra Pond
Her room was heavy with shadow, the grey sky complementing its obsidian hues. A fine coat of rain had sheathed the surface of the window, further separating the somber lands of a young girl from a world consumed by fog.
A sea of used tissues had consumed the entirety of the girl?s floor, after the wastebasket could hold no more. She was sleeping... technically, but it was more of being awake with her eyes closed; only her feet dipped in the waters of a dream.
The fact of the matter was that Vollta, her Pichu, had died. Simple as that. There was no way to avert the agonizing truth, and that was what plagued Marin night and day: she was vulnerable to emotion, under siege with no refuge. It was this that had coyly forced her into a broken life, in which she was only breathing due to instinct.
It was precisely 4:00am when Marin awoke that day, the day she saw the ghost. It peered at her from outside the icy glass, an expression of sorrow emanating from its saucer-like eyes. Marin then realized it was a Gastly. She wiped the moist tears from her eyes, and straightened up immediately. The ideal of a ghost pok?mon intruding into her room at a time like this was practically blasphemous. Marin began to sob uncontrollably, as the ghost dissipated, only to materialize within her room.
At once a frigid cool had settled, the fabric of the atmosphere mutating in an instant. A thin smoke was pouring from the spherical pok?mon. Its fragrance was intoxicating, lulling Marin into a submissive and placid state, in which the ghost could not frighten her anymore.
The Gastly approached her, hovering above her tear-streaked face. The sorrow she had sensed earlier was much more vivid, so vivid she could taste it in the air. A faint voice called to her... as if distorted by the liquid bonds of the ocean.
?Chu... Pi ? the voice screamed in agony.
And suddenly, the memoirs Marin had shelved in the caves of her mind were sent fluttering back into her soul. The day when Vollta had died...
?Chu... Pi ? came Vollta?s plea for help; the same plea which had been branded upon Marin?s conscience a thousand times.
But she could do nothing, and as she watched her dearest friend relinquish herself to the violent waves she felt guilt tear at her like a voracious hound. She could do nothing because she was held back... by that figure... so muddled by the fog of time.
The waters had gurgled pleasantly... as if belching after a gluttonous feast, and then... the waves stopped... and a deadly silence began to wend its way through her mind.
?Why?? Marin bellowed at the Gastly. ?Why are you doing this??
Her answer came swiftly in the form of a single blue spark, Vollta?s specialty. And then a voice crept into her head, that she knew was the Gastly?s. ?Meet me at the Pond.?
And with that the ghost vanished, leaving Marin astounded, and the room a desolate wasteland.
***
The whole experience of the Gastly had left Marin feeling devoid of emotion, but at least that quenched the undying grief that had been resounding in her heart. For the first time in weeks she had felt relatively close to normalcy.
?Meet me at the Pond.?
The words echoed within her recollection quite disturbingly. She knew exactly which pond the Gastly had meant... The ghost had meant Arra Pond, the sacred body of water in which Vollta had perished. But why did the Gastly care about Marin?s tragic past, and furthermore even know of such tragedy?
The ?haunting?, as Marin had so dubbed it, had seemed to awaken her inner core again, had seemed to spark the flame of her soul that was so close to smoldering. The clouds of sorrow had parted, revealing that she was being absurd. It had been long ago... and she should at least try to move on.
Marin began with throwing away the used tissue, which was forming pyramids of neglect upon the floor. Once that was done she drew her shades, only to remember that it was still raining as ever. She had never cared much for it... but her mother always had.
?I find that it can calm my spirit, no matter how restless, dead, or bereft it becomes. It seems to instill something within me that nothing else can... I know you must find it hard to understand,? she had said to Marin one day with a secretive grin. Marin?s mother had always been fond of Water-types. She even had a Vaporeon, of which she named Tsuna.
Currently Marin?s father was away, conducting research upon the migration patterns of Pidgey in Johto, whilst Marin?s mother and herself were still at home. Marin suspected her mother was reading, or perhaps looking out the window... She often did that.
As Marin reorganized various things within her room (As cleaning was something she tended to do when depressed) she passed the mirror, in all its reflective glory. She saw a girl who looked at the end of the rope; a girl with circles beneath her eyes, and fatigue dogging her every step. She saw a girl who differed greatly from who she used to be: an effervescent young girl, with the world before her, and this change saddened her. Of course her physical features still remained the same. Her hair was still the same auburn, still put into buns (one at either side), reminiscent of Princess Leia, except let loose to be free and spiky, and her eyes were still the same vibrant, beautiful green, despite being bloodshot, and most often brimming with tears.
Once the cleaning had been finished, she felt renewed, and had enough strength to confront what had been looming before her since this morning: the Ghost.
***
She had been walking down the road for quite some time now, the frosty misty engulfing her. It shrouded all vision, and Marin felt slightly claustrophobic... And yet, she could still navigate to her destination with relative ease.
Arra Pond was still and noiseless. She ascended a small stone staircase that led to a shrine that overlooked the whole of the pond. The Gastly floated, seemingly glancing at the gray horizon.
?G-Gastly,? Marin managed to stammer, her voice quavering as the ghost began to emit small spirals of electricity. ?Gastly??
It turned around and Marin recognized the unforgettable set of brown eyes. They were blurred with a miserable woe, but the same familiar twinkle broke through the barrier of shadow. The Gastly was Vollta, there was no doubt about it.
?Vollta?? she questioned, her throat tense with anxiety.
?Yes,? the Gastly, or rather Vollta, replied. The voice could be heard resonating telepathically through Marin?s mind.
?But how?? Marin continued. This didn?t add up. How did her beloved Pichu become a Gastly? It just wasn?t possible.
?When - when I died I - I felt as if I were soaring through the sky... through an endless sky... but when the flight had ended I was left in a place of nothingness; a place of derelict waste... and I stayed there for what seemed eternities. Throughout my imprisonment I began to change... At first it was only a change deep within me; the neglect of almost all that I had once thought... once loved... but eventually I had...? Vollta said, her eyes wide with an emotion that Marin had never seen before.
Marin stared into Vollta?s eyes desperately, searching for the smallest bit of familiarity, but it was scarce... a faint memory left in her old pok?mon?s eyes. Vollta searched for the words to finish her sentence.
?Eventually I had left my old body, like a Metapod leaves its old shell... except my transformation was all but glamorous... I had become this - this abomination of a ghost In time I became used to it...? Vollta added in disgust. Her smoke danced in the gentle force of the wind, as she told her tale. ?The ?Black Place?, as I call it, was the personification of evil... it was so empty; so dead. And then I felt rage boil throughout me, a deep regret that I had been wronged... and I felt resentment against... against you.?
Marin and Vollta?s eyes synchronized perfectly in that instant.
?I felt as if you had wanted me to die, but I realized these thoughts were foolish... Still, I began to feel as if I had wronged you, Marin. We were about to begin our journey together... and I had given out on you. I want you to train me, Marin. But most of all... I want to become myself again. I want to run carelessly through the tall grass again, and feel the electricity flow through my own, tangible cheeks. I want to tickle you with my static, to feel the air brush against my coat as a Pichu yet again.?
By this time, tears had begun to make their escape from Marin, but she forced them back.
?I - I wish I could help you - but spirits, ghosts, and that sort of stuff - it?s just - I just - I don?t know what to do ? Marin cried in frustration and sorrow. ?I hadn?t the foggiest that pok?mon even had ghosts Don?t you see how this is kind of odd for me, Vollta??
?Of course I understand... But please make your best effort... don?t - give out on me,? she pleaded.
?I?ll see what I can do, but I can?t keep you with me... My mother is frightened of ghosts,? Marin answered, wiping the liquid traitor now gracing her cheek. It felt odd to her to call Vollta a ghost, but that was what she was now. ?Just stay by Arra Pond until I come back... and stay out of sight. The townsfolk are quite afraid of Gastly.?
Vollta cringed as she was classified, despite the fact that it was true.
?Don?t worry... I will.?
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Disclaimer: This story is an original work composed by me, Blueguy. You may not use it in any way, shape or form without my explicit consent. Pokemon and all affiliated materials are registered trademarks of Nintendo, Gamefreak, and yadda yadda yadda. My story is not affiliated with them in any way. ? Copyright 2005, Colton Keith (a.k.a. Blueguy or Icyrain)
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