Author: Pikajenn PM
What happens when everything you believed to be real ends up not being real at all? That's what happened to Imaya, an Umbreon that is lost and very confused.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Supernatural - Umbreon/Blacky - Chapters: 2 - Words: 12,333 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 04-28-05 - Published: 01-11-03 - id: 1173414
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Humans are a strange lot of creatures. For instance, they have these strange things they call sayings. From what I've heard of these sayings things, I pretty much think they are laws of a sort. We Pokemon don't have sayings, we have guide lines, or laws or rules, that are integral to our survival. Rapidash and Ponyta have laws like, stay true to your herd, while Houndoom and Houndour have rules to keep their packs a tight unit.
Humans, on the other paw, have weird sayings like 'water under the bridge.' I am growing more used to humans and their oddities, but their sayings are just strange. Tava has explained to me that 'water under the bridge' isn't just physical water flowing under a physical bridge, but that you are the bridge and the water is time and things that happen in that time. So the past flows on, and the future is always coming at you.
As I said. Humans are strange.
Right now, water was running under my bridge, only it really is water. I can see a goldeen flitting through the slow moving current. It's dark out, but my night vision is superb. From my lazy lying position on the wooden bridge, I dangled a paw over the edge and rested my head on the other stretched out paw. I was kind of sleepy, even though the night is supposed to be refreshing to my kind.
A cool breeze darted past me, ruffling the black fur on my back. From half lidded red eyes, I looked around me. No one, human or pokemon was around, but the sudden breeze woke me up inside just a fraction. It had only been six months since Tommy left my life, and I was still trying to pick up the pieces of my life.
Tava had been a huge help, especially keeping me from my deeper depressional moments, but there were some times when sorrow just hit me so sharp and suddenly, that I almost expected to bleed. There had been no owner found for me. No one had reported an Umbreon being lost or stolen. No one had tried to claim me, even to lie about having owned me. I was almost kind of insulted.
That also depressed me. Weren't Umbreons desirable? Were we not strong enough? We weren't as weak as our beginning evolutionary Eevee stage. The only evolution that could bring us down in one hit would be a Psychic type. We were not weak like fire types. Not fearful like some Bug types.
However we had gotten a bad rap from our Houndour cousins. Perhaps that is the reasoning in those little human minds. No, I cannot be so cruel against all humans. Tava is an exception. And that nice man in the meat shop down the street. He is nice towards me, even so much as to slip a few Tauros links to me.
But Tommy…I looked down at the water flowing under the bridge. It wasn't all that far below me, but I knew the waters ran deep. The wide river had a guest in it just last week. A Gyarados had gotten lost and had swum up from the bay in Pallet. It had been relocated safely, but if I jumped into the river, would I eventually end up in Pallet Bay?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I knew I had to stop thinking like that. Yet, on the other paw, there was a very large part of me that could not let go of the profound feeling that Tommy is truly my trainer. That Talon and Briar are truly my teammates. Now I know what you might be thinking and yes it is probably what Tava would not only be thinking, but saying.
Let. It. Go.
She offered to let her Alakazam scan me telepathically, but I declined. I was scared, so scared that the truth would be revealed. That I would be hit in the face that Tommy isn't my trainer. That part doesn't scare me as much as the possibility that there is something worse in my past.
When I got into the apartment that Tava rented at the Pokecenter, I was greeted by a very happy human.
"We're going to Lavender!" she exclaimed, taking the load off of my back. While she put the meat away, she told me that we were going there for a small vacation. "We're leaving tonight."
And we did. Tava let me stay out of my temporary pokeball through the trip. We took a magnet train from Viridian to Saffron, and then took a pidgeot pulled skiff to Lavender. The sun was hanging heavy in the sky, leaving about an hour before sunset.
Tava checked into a small hotel and after she dropped her suitcase into the room, she and I explored the city. Lavender is a city with a sad reputation. Up until about ten years ago, so Tava had told me, it had primarily been a city that was centralized to be a cemetery for pokemon. While I think it is a great thing for humans to do to memorialize us, for all that we do for them, it really creeped me out.
These days, Lavender is a town to remember fallen Pokemon, but it has also become a seaside tourist stop. It was full of history, but also a city that was very close to the ocean. While the sad part of town was separated from the ocean by a slight mountain range, it was very easy to get to the other side and the sprawling beach.
Alas, the beach was not to be our destination. Tava neglected to tell me one slightly important thing. She was here to do some work for the Viridian pokecenter. There were records that needed to be checked, tombstones that needed photographed, and little human things like that.
"You just looked so down," she said, crouched down to stroke my head. Her thick auburn hair fell over her shoulder in a braid. "I figured a change of scenery would make you feel better."
"Thank you," was what I managed to say. Inside, I was thinking quite the opposite. Why bring me to a city so dead? Did she want me to bury my past? Oh why was I letting this eat at me so much? I should just let her Alakazam scan me and be done with it.
What she didn't count on was the appearance of one particular human.
Neither did I.
Seeing as how it was either walking or letting the Nurse sedate me with something akin to human medications for anti-depression, I chose the more natural of the two.
I wandered through the town, catching a mix of humans. Some were crying over tomb markers, while others were laughing and seemingly remembering happier times. I walked into a cemetery and instantly felt as if I'd crossed a border. I looked around the entrance and saw little trinkets strung up along the fence that surrounded this grave site. Yup, little power totems humans had hung up. They created a sort of paranormal fence so that people couldn't come in if they wanted to desecrate the site.
Being a dark type, I could sense spirits hanging around the land here. They weren't ghosts and they weren't ghost types. Ghosts were a being that was created after a pokemon or person died in such a way that they either didn't want to move on or they didn't know that they had died. I think you know what ghost types are.
Spirits are beings that have moved on, and only come back to the mortal world to let their loved ones know they were alright. Kind of to comfort, I suppose. One other thing about spirits. They're bright to those that can see them. They shine like miniature suns, only toning down the intensity if they want to be seen by those that can't see. Some humans are sensitive and can see them. Those that can't, often report feeling warmth, or smelling a familiar scent.
I felt nothing as I looked around the cemetery. I did, however, see one particular spirit. It was hovering around a tombstone. A human was there, crouched in front of the stone. The human's back was to me and the spirit didn't look over at me. It was a pokemon spirit, an Onix, and its massive spectral body curled around the human and the tombstone and the bright yellow backpack.
My heart thudded and I felt as if my black fur was bleached white. It couldn't be him. I took a step forward, but the human stood up, grabbing the backpack and I froze in mid-step. This had to be a test. It couldn't be him.
The human turned around and started to walk towards the exit. The exit happened to be just a few steps beyond me. I leapt into the shadowy recesses of a thick bush and waited for the human to walk past. My ears twitched reflexively at his approach and when he walked by, I looked up and saw his face.
It was Tommy Holmesby.
Peering out of the bush, I watched him leave the cemetery and as the Onix followed him and reached the gateway, the Onix faded out of sight. I stepped out of my hiding place and looked at the exit. I didn't think he'd be coming back. One ear twitched backwards, listening for any other humans. I looked back and saw what my ear reported to me. I was alone.
Wondering who could be buried there, I walked quickly to the tombstone. It was a pokemon I didn't recognize, called Alary. It wasn't the Onix though, since this pokemon had been an Altaria. Stunningly, I hadn't recognize the Onix either. I looked back at the exit and decided to follow my former trainer.
When Tommy stepped into a pub, I was slightly surprised. I followed after him, using a special entrance for pokemon. The room I stepped into was large, moderately filled, and decorated in a sort of old age pub style with wood floors and walls. The ceiling was tiled, and the booth seats that lined the walls had thick red coverings.
It wasn't smoky like the one in Viridian. There was a song playing low in the background. Some human girl was singing a love song. Two lines flowed in through my translator before I caught sight of Tommy and suddenly didn't hear the song any more.
He was being seated in a single booth. Alone. That could only mean that he wasn't expecting anyone.
At least, no one that was human.
"Can I help you?" A polite feminine voice broke into my thoughts and I jumped a little.
Looking up, I saw a blonde human female looking down at me. She was dressed in a dark blue pub uniform. "No," I said softly, "I found who I was looking for."
"Would you like me to usher you over?" the woman smiled politely.
"No, thank you," I started to walk over. There were free standing tables in the middle of the room, and in the very center of the room was a water feature that had some imported fish. I'd seen them before, and Tava told me they were called Coy. Silly name for fish, but fitting since they were very timid creatures.
My heart started to beat rapid fire, like when you go out to battle. The closer I got, the more I thought I'd faint. What if he sent Talon after me? Please, oh please let me just talk to you, I thought frantically.
Tava would be so angry at me if she knew I was doing this.
Slinking up to the booth, ears flattened against my back in the ultimate submission gesture (Though humans rarely understand body language, even if it's practically screaming at them.) I paused by the table. Tommy was lost in the menu, which was large and blocked his view of me. I took that to my advantage and jumped up onto the opposing seat of the booth he was in.
He must have sensed me, or I must have made some sort of noise, for he set the menu down and did a double take, "By Ho-oh, you frightened me."
My nostrils flared in fear and I stuttered, "P…please just hear me out."
What felt like forever flashed before me. Then he spoke.
Whether that was a good thing or not, I didn't know. All I knew was that I felt something inside, something that was sending a stinging sensation through to my core.
He was going to talk to me.
What was more, he had offered to buy me lunch. I only accepted a dish of water, since I was too keyed up to eat. "He was going to talk to me," was one of a few hundred thoughts and hopes flying through me at warp speed. I must confess that the thought of him accepting me back to him was also crossing my heart, but I didn't hold any true hope for that.
In the middle of his lunch, two male humans walked into the pub and were guided to Tommy's table. They were tall, one had black hair and the other had hair that was light teal in color. They were both slender, but well built, males of their kind.
Eric Biro and Matt Parker, two of Tommy's closest friends and rivals.
"Who's that?" Eric asked as the two newcomers walked up to the booth. I took this opportunity to leap off the seat, go under the table, and up next to Tommy, on the wall side.
"This is Imaya," Tommy said smoothly, as he crunched a French fry. "She's my lunch guest today."
"Aww, I thought we were!" Matt said, as he and Eric sat in the spot I'd vacated. "At least she kept the seat warm."
"Hang on," Eric said as he stole a fry, "Isn't Imaya the name of that Umbreon that keeps on hounding you? I heard she's difficult."
Fighting back the urge to growl or snap at him for his insensitive and completely untrue statements, I merely sat back and tried to look cute or at least unthreatening. I remembered those two humans to be most difficult themselves.
One memory tore through me. Tommy was sneaking onto a property in his neighborhood, being led by Eric, and Matt was bringing up the rear. There was a scizor and a ninetales along with me. To make a long story short, they totally ruined a wooden deck of a rude family in the neighborhood, and managed to make it look like it had been done by wild pokemon.
"Takes one to know one, I suppose," I shot back sweetly.
Matt's eyes widened, then he smiled, "A translator, and on such a lovely collar."
Oh, he got brownie points for that. Eric just hrumphed and grabbed another fry.
"She's not that bad," Tommy said gently, "I think just a little confused."
I let that slide for now. I was going to get to talk to him…that is, if these dweebs ever left.
Tommy chatted with his friends, and I curled up on the seat next to him. They talked about girls, gym battles, and sometimes about me. Some things shot through me and left me feeling cold. Even Matt had said something particularly not nice.
What do they know, I thought sourly. They don't know me. I don't think they even know him all that well.
"Hey guys," Tommy broke into a conversation about the pluses of rare candy, "I gotta go. I have to meet someone in an hour and I still want to let little Imaya here have her say."
"No fair," Matt protested.
"It's your time, man," Eric said, eyeing me as Tommy got up and let me leap to the ground. "I still say it's a waste of time."
Me, I considered if it would be a waste to Shadow Ball this guy. Yeah, probably would.
We were sitting at a overlook at the cliffs that rose high above Lavender town. These were the ones that separated the beach region from the sad Lavender town. The cliffs were even higher than the Pokemon Tower, where the uber rich interred their deceased loved ones.
The region had national parks over the land, and this happened to be one of them. There were wonderful panoramic views of the town. You could even see as far as Cerulean on a clear day. This wasn't one of them though, it was a bit cloudy. Kind of fitting, what with Tommy telling me I definitely wasn't his.
"So you see, I'm really not connected with you in any way," he'd sat on a fallen log and I'd also gotten on it, choosing to lay on it, with one paw close to his jean encased legs. "I'm really sorry that you're not mine though. You seem like you have a very loyal personality."
"Thank you, I think," I said, then laid my head on my outstretched forelegs. I could feel his hand on my head, so heavy yet comforting. I closed my eyes, feeling so safe, so complete. How could this not be right?
"No, it's a compliment," he said. There was a pause, then he reached under my chin. I lifted it, eyes still closed, and he scratched under it. That was nice. His nails weren't as blunt as some human males, so it didn't feel like rubbing, this was scratching. "Now what is your story, little one?"
My body stiffened as if I'd been hit with an electrical attack – and trust me, I know what that feels like. Memories flooded me, memories of That Night. Little one…Tommy wouldn't have called me 'little one'
But he just did.
What's going on? What is wrong with me?
"I don't know, but we'll figure it out," Tommy said soothingly, digging his fingers between my shoulder blades and unkinking a stiff group of muscles.
I must've said that out loud. I certainly hadn't meant to.
Instead of complaining some more, I told him my story from the point I could remember. I told him that we'd had a fight and that I left. Then waiting on the bridge, looking for him in the pub, and then almost freezing to death in the sudden snow storm.
He winced at that and shook his head, "I'd thought that you'd been there all night. I just assumed you wouldn't have been outside. I'm sorry."
The apology was true and honest, but a part of me felt empty when he said it. It was like it didn't matter to that part of me. I told him then that Tava offered to let her Alakazam scan me, to see if he could find anything in my memories. Or to see if some memories had been modified.
"That sounds like an excellent idea," Tommy said, standing up and stretching. He turned to look at me and something inside, some emotion, twanged with a pure note. His form shivered and distorted and I looked away when I realized that tears filled my eyes. Since when could Umbreons cry?
Furiously, I blinked away the foolish tears, and I looked back. "Yeah?"
He smiled, a bit sadly, "I have to go now. I hope I've at least given you some sort of closure."
Closure for something I…don't even understand.
"Yeah. I mean, you have."
You completely haven't. You've completely confused me, and mixed up all my emotions.
Tommy hefted his backpack and looked at the sky, "You'd better start getting back, too. It looks like it's going to storm and this park closes when the weather turns bad."
I looked up at the darkening sky. Clouds were heavy with condensation and there was a low rumbling in the distance. I hadn't noticed the growing scent of ozone and rain until just then. "Sure."
He turned to leave the observation deck, which was devoid of people that had been there earlier, to walk down wooden stairs.
He stopped and looked back.
"I…I'll see you around, right?"
"Sure, kid." A small smile crossed his face, "Good bye, Imaya."
I watched him descend the stairs, making his way to the elevators. I watched until his head vanished below deck level, then moved over to the spot where he'd been sitting, and I stared out at the panoramic view of the oncoming storm.
Me, find shelter? Why bother? Maybe the storm could knock some sense into me. I watched lightning flash in the distance, then saw two consecutive lightning bolts leap from cloud towards the ground. Yep, I'd say there's a good bunch of knocking coming my way.
The brunette frowned when she saw a familiar face. Then she paled. It was who she thought it was. Oh please tell me Imaya hasn't seen you, Tommy Holmsby.
Her fears were confirmed when the handsome trainer spotted her. Instead of walking by her, the famous trainer stopped and smiled, "Hey, Tara, nice to see you."
"It's Tava, actually," she smiled back, though it didn't reach her eyes. She knew Imaya's story and really felt bad for the little dark canine. And having first hand seen Tommy forcibly reject Imaya, she wasn't all that ready to fall for his easy going charms. "How are you doing, Toby?"
"Okay, I know that I messed up your name, but you couldn't really not know mine!" He laughed good naturedly, "I'm as famous in the Pokemon world as Tiger Woods is in golf!"
"I don't think he's someone to reject someone who cares about him."
Tommy said dryly, "I don't think his golf clubs are going to run after him and demand that he takes them back."
"You know what I mean!" Tava ground out. "Look, I'm normally a very polite person, but what you did to Imaya just makes me so angry at you!"
"What I did?" Tommy's bright blue eyes widened, "You mean you haven't seen Imaya? We talked for at least an hour before I had to leave."
"Y…you talked with her?" Tava sputtered. "Where is she?"
Lightning crashed around them and the lights in the pokemon center flickered.
"She's not with you?"
Tava's eyes filled with worried tears, "No…I've been looking for her ever since I got off work an hour and a half ago!"
"I don't know who you are but I…I'm with you."
"Oh, Kikoyou, keep her safe," Tava muttered a prayer to the deity the dark pokemon looked up to. "Don't let me fail her."
"Let's stop praying," Tommy shrugged on a rain slicker, "and let's find her. I'm pretty sure I know exactly where she's at." Leaving his backpack with the front desk, Tommy led the way out of the pokemon center and into the raging storm.
Tommy leaned against the glass wall, "I can't believe you'd leave her alone at all if she's so depressed."
"She was fine when I left her," Tava said, as she paced around the elevator. Only one wall was glass, the others were solid. The floor and ceiling were partially glass, so that the kids – and some adults, could be amused. "I brought her here to relax and to forget about you, and to forget about…" She broke off and looked up through the ceiling of the lift. They were almost at the top.
"Forget about what?" Tommy interjected. "You covered me, so what else would she have to forget about?"
"Her bridge." Tava bit her lower lip, "You know the wooden bridge outside of Viridian?"
"Yeah, sure. It's one of the major routes in."
"It's her bridge," Tava said. "She jumped off of it once, failed to drown. Then she tried holding on to a brick and jumped, but that didn't work either since she couldn't hold on to it."
"You've got to be kidding me," Tommy said, eyes wide in disbelief. "You've got a suicidal Umbreon?"
Tava quirked an eyebrow, "According to her, she's your suicidal Umbreon."
Tommy ran a hand through his hair, "Man…"
The elevator dinged and a very cheerful, pre-recorded voice chirped out, "Welcome to the top floor! You can now see all the way to Cerulean Cit…"
They didn't hear all of it, as they were running out onto the brick paved visitor's center, which was enclosed for shops and eateries. They were all closed, as it was after hours, and void of life. The two were admitted once Tommy told the guard at the bottom what the emergency was.
The doors to the overlook had been unlocked from the ground level, so Tommy and Tava had no problem darting out into the raging storm. The driving rain had turned the packed dirt to mud, and Tava slipped once. Tommy caught her by the arm and the two were running again towards the wooden observation deck that Tommy had left Imaya on.
The two cleared the last stair and saw Imaya sitting beyond a glass panel and railing that kept the visitors from falling off, though no one really ever tried to fall. There was a slight lip, about four feet, to the cliff beyond the railing, so that maintenance could keep the view clear of overgrown greenery, and that was where Imaya was sitting.
"IMAYA!" Tava shrieked. Though whipping wind of the storm tore the words from her, Imaya heard anyway. She stood, turned towards them, and dropped into a crouch as a particularly quick gust blew her against the glass divider.
"Stay here," Tommy demanded, taking out a pokeball as he took a step forward. He called out a warning to the pokemon inside before releasing it.
A flow of white energy mixed with the sudden burst of light from a nearby lightning strike. A form took shape from that energy, and a spider half as tall as Tommy stood there. It shot out a string that attached firmly to the railing.
Tommy thanked his pokemon and used the thick webbing to make his way safely to the railing where Imaya was crouched. The winds gusted from the cliffs, and then back, almost like an unseen ocean wave. The trainer who had once rejected the Umbreon, was now doing his best to save her life.
He looked over the edge of the railing, and where he once marveled at the two hundred foot drop, he now feared its steep descent. Looking back over his shoulder, he motioned for the Ariados to come to his side. When it did, pulling itself along its webbing, he commanded the large spider to use a string shot around the Umbreon, to secure her in a webbing harness.
Before the Ariados could, a particularly strong wind battered Tommy from the side, in a completely new direction than from before. There was a yelp of surprise from Imaya and he could hear her screaming for help as she was pulled off the cliff by the wind.
"NOW!" Tommy bellowed, but his Ariados was one step ahead of him and expertly flung out a nearly transparent webbing.
Breathless, Tommy wanted to lean over and see if his partner was successful, but he knew that would only get him hurt. With the lightning flaring around them, the storm was at its peak. Rain drove down on them and the wind battered them from all sides now.
"PULL UP!" Tommy commanded loudly, knowing he needed to yell to be heard over the wind. After what felt like forever, he was relieved when he could see Imaya, looking more than a little worse for the wear.
Once she was safely in his arms, Tommy had his Ariados guide him back to the stairs. Then he gave Imaya to Tava and recalled his faithful pokemon. The two rushed for the shelter of the eateries.
"Should we stop and see if she's okay?" Tava asked, more than a little fearful. "Will it be safe to ride in the elevators?"
"You don't have her pokeball?"
"No, I didn't think to grab it!" Tava wailed. "She's breathing a bit shallow!"
"I think we better just risk it," Tommy said grimly, "I have my Ariados and I have…one other I would trust with my life."
"Well, you're not just trusting yours," Tava said as they ran for the elevator, "You've got mine and hers."
"Looks like I've always had hers," Tommy said softly.
Feet slapping on pavement, dodging puddles only to run through miniature storm created streams, the two trainers made it to the pokemon center. Shivering in the air conditioning, Tava called out for the lead Nurse, and her shaky tone of voice carried her fear for her companion throughout the center.
Other trainers waiting for the storm to pass saw the two with the little soggy lump of black fur cradled in the female trainer's arms, but they didn't know the seriousness of the situation. They could hear how afraid the girl was for the creature in her arms, but they didn't know why.
The little pokemon was taken from her arms and rushed into the back, and it seemed that once the pokemon had left her, the girl sagged against an equally soaked male trainer at her back. Some of the trainers thought the guy looked familiar, but with his hair plastered against his skull, he looked merely like any other good looking guy.
He lead his female companion over to an empty bench, and once they sat down, the girl turned to him and started crying into his shirt. A nurse's assistant walked over to them with a couple of towels, and the guy accepted them, and placed one around the girl.
A level of tension seemed to lower then, and normalcy resumed from this fearful disruption. Trainers went and looked out of windows at the storm, others played games with their pokemon to pass the time, while others laid back on padded benches and took naps.
"I...I'm sorry," Tava sniffled, and sat up. She looked at Tommy with red rimmed brown eyes. "I'm just so worried about her."
"Well for one thing, I'm already soaked. A little tear shower won't do much damage," Tommy smirked, "And I'm worried about her too. She was pretty banged up from that cliff."
Tava bit at her lower lip, "I…You think she'll pull through?"
"You kidding? She's a fighter, she'll do fine."
Hoping for the best, I cracked open one eye. On seeing an empty room, but one with a window that had a pulled back curtain revealing a very sunny day, I opened both eyes. Blinking away a filmy sleep, I looked myself over. Other than a bandage wrapped around my right foreleg, I looked alright.
With no one in the room with me, though there was an open door to my left that revealed a hallway, I stood on the bed and judged the distance down. Looking down brought back memories of what I thought happened last night. The room spun for a moment, but I forced myself to stand tall.
The distance from the bed to the floor was nothing compared to that cliff. I felt sick inside, a sickness that had nothing to do with vertigo. What had possessed me to go on the other side of that railing? The weather hadn't been all that bad when I did. I slipped through a maintenance entry and walked till I found a nice looking spot, and then suddenly that storm was just there in its full intensity.
This was a new feeling for me. I had never felt disgusted with myself when I tried to end my existence before. Why is this different?
Then I knew. It was because I talked with Tommy. I had closure with him. Even though something inside told me that I had been with him, something else in my felt that chapter of my life had been shut and sealed and that part of me was fine with that.
I knew what I had to do. I had to go find To…Tava. I had to find Tava.
Closing my eyes, I took a breath, and then opened my eyes. Mustering up my courage, I leapt to the floor, bracing myself for any intense pain. A stab of pain shot through my shoulder and along my side, and I clenched my jaws shut to not cry out. The pain didn't go away when I walked to the hallway, but it did settle back to being an ache.
Walking down the hallway with a slight limp, I realized I was in the Lavender pokecenter. I could tell by some scenic photographs showing views from the cliff, and of different cemeteries in town. The hallway was straight and ended up in the main room. I saw a nurse sitting behind the front desk, but she was busy with an older trainer.
Then I noticed my collar, and most importantly the translator tag, was gone. I wondered what had happened to it, but I decided to look in the main waiting room. There were quite a bit of Trainers sitting around, some were reading or talking with each other. Others had their pokemon companions out.
I walked up to a Houndour that was laying out on the floor by its trainer's feet. The trainer was sleeping, leaning against a column. "Hey, excuse me," I whispered to the stretched out Pokemon.
It opened one brown eye and snorted, "Whatcha want, kid?"
A male, good, then it wouldn't be bitchy. "I'm looking for my trainer and I was wondering if you'd seen her."
"What's it look like?"
"Uh, average human female height with brown hair and eyes."
"You mean like the one standing behind you," was the only warning before I was gingerly picked up.
"Imaya!" Tava exclaimed happily, "You're okay!"
Forgetting I didn't have my translator, I started chatting along just as happy as Tava. She set me down, saying, "Just a moment, I have your collar in my pocket."
After it was latched on, I let her pick me up. It was more convenient for me, and my leg was starting to ache some more. I asked her where Tommy was and her smile faded.
"He had to go, Imaya, I'm sorry."
Her words saddened me, but it wasn't because Tommy wasn't here. It was that she sounded afraid of my reaction to her words. I decided it would be best to make her feel better. "That's okay," I reassured her, "I was just hoping I could thank him, as well as you, for saving me."
We paused by the main desk, and the nurse on duty looked surprised that I had gone off to find my trainer. When I explained that I was confused as to where I was, she apologized, "I wasn't sure when you'd wake up!"
'When I'd wake up?' I thought to myself, 'But that was just last night.'
After we left the pokecenter, I saw that Tava had her suitcase with her. "Tava…what's going on? I thought we were going to be here for a week."
She looked down at me, a little surprised, "Imaya, I forgot! It's actually…well…You've been unconscious for about a week and a half. The nurses had told me that you were gradually coming out of it for the last two days."
So who was the stunned little Umbreon? That would be me. I actually froze in mid-stride and had to sit on my haunches. I'd been unconscious for that long? No wonder Tommy left. He probably had so many things to do.
Shaking my head, I snapped out of my daze. Tava placed me on the suitcase and she wheeled it down the sidewalk to the bus station. She had told me that we'd be taking a bus to Saffron. I watched as the scenery flowed by me. My gaze ran up to the cliffs. In the sunshine, they were gorgeous. It was a beautiful afternoon, with the sun shining in a brilliant blue, cloudless sky.
I frowned at the cliffs. They looked so innocuous, so harmless, but my aching foreleg spoke volumes that they weren't. The suitcase jostled as Tava pulled it up a ramp to the bus station. I watched those cliffs recede once we were on the bus, a clean fueled machine that didn't pollute.
The cliffs slowly got smaller, and finally vanished behind trees, only finally out of my sight due to nature. I'm sure if the road was clear, I could see them right till we got to Saffron. I finally turned my head away from the window, catching a glimpse of a herd of Tauros running in a fenced in field.
Lying my head against Tava's legs, I tried to get some sleep. Closing my eyes against the brilliant sunlight, feeling the sun's rays heating my coat, I let the bouncing of the bus rock me to sleep.
One other thing Saffron had was a very powerful psychic by the name of Sabrina.
"What are we doing here?" I asked as we walked up to a…"Are we going to battle?"
"No!" Tava laughed, "We're here to see someone in the gym, but we're not going to battle."
The doors opened with a soft hiss, and we stepped through, luggage and all. I was walking by Tava's side. Well, limping anyway. The air was cool and the building was quiet. There were none of the usual sounds one would hear in a human building. No heels clicking on a tiled floor (and there were tiles everywhere here), no laughing, or –
"This place is creepy," I muttered, but followed Tava to what looked like a reception desk.
There was no one behind the desk, but once Tava signed her name on a sheet of paper, the paper vanished. Just as soon as Tava went to sit down, a door opened where I could swear there was no door before, and a blonde woman gestured for Tava to follow her.
"Please, take your luggage with you," she said softly, "We have a safe place for you to store it during your appointment."
"What appointment?" I asked as I followed Tava and the blonde woman through the door. My fur shivered as I stepped through the door. There was something paranormal going on here.
For however strange this place was, it sort of reminded me of a doctor's office I'd seen once with Tava. We walked down a narrow hall way and then into a room. "You may leave your luggage here, it will be safe and here upon your return."
'Our return? From where?' I thought to myself, but just watched as Tava placed her suitcase in a locker of sorts. There was no key though, and the blonde woman said something that the locker would know Tava's touch.
We then followed her out of the room and to what looked like a dead end of the hallway. There were two tiles at the end of the hallway, one was red and one was blue. Both shimmered and reeked of some sort of power.
"Take the blue squares closest to you to get to the exam room," she explained, "On your return, take the red squares closest to you. You may want to hold your Umbreon. Since she's been recently injured, there will be less nausea for her if you hold her."
"Yes, thank you," Tava said, then crouched down and picked me up. "No squirming, okay?"
I wished I had the facial muscles to make a face at her, "I'm not a pup!"
Tava chuckled, and then stepped onto the blue square. Tingles ran all over me and I closed my eyes as the room shimmered and seemed to dissolve. That was all I needed to see. The tingles stopped and I opened my eyes to see…
"A room with no windows?" I gaped, "What crazy human built this?"
The crazy thing about it was that there were now four square colored tiles in the room. One blue in the far left, one red in the far right, one blue to the left of us and one red one to the right of us. Tava walked over to the blue square on the left and I burrowed my head in the crook of her arm.
More tingles and then nothing. I ventured a look and saw, to my relief, an examination room. There was one blue tile to our right, and a red one to the left. Ahead of us was a desk with a purple haired woman sitting behind it. In front of the desk were two chairs. Behind those chairs was a raised padded table. Why would anyone make a raised padded table?
"Please set the Umbreon on the table," A woman's voice rang clearly around us.
I felt a little offended, but complied as Tava set me on the table. My first instinct was to jump off the table and try to find a pokeball to hide in, and I hate pokeballs.
"Your Umbreon is an interesting creature," the woman said, looking down at a paper. "You say that she was found in Viridian City just this past December?"
"Yes, she was," Tava said, "I found her, actually."
The woman looked past Tava to me. Her equally purple eyes bore into me, almost painfully. It felt like she was digging into me with her eyes. I let out a little whimper at the pain and shut my eyes against her.
"What are you doing?" Tava asked, alarmed at my whimper.
When the pain subsided, I opened my eyes. The woman smoothed her hair and arched an eyebrow, "I was taking a peek at her memories. They're fascinating. I've never heard of a Pokemon that was suicidal."
If I were human, I'd be blushing. As it was, I felt more than a little uncomfortable to hear my actions put so bluntly. "That was rude," I managed to snarl out.
"Imaya, she's only trying to help you."
"More like hurt," I protested, "and she succeeded at that."
"It wouldn't hurt if you wouldn't try to block me out."
"I didn't even try!" I complained, "I didn't even know you were the one doing that."
"I apologize for not warning you, but I would like to start again," she nodded, "But this time you have to drop your shielding."
"How?" I was frustrated, "I don't even know what a shield is."
"Just relax," the psychic said, "and it will drop naturally."
"Besides, I could've had my Alakazam scan you, but it wouldn't have been painless like a professionally trained psychic could do for you," Tava twisted in her chair to see me, "And this was set up for you by To…"
My eyes widened, "Tommy? He set this up?"
"Not really set up," Tava sighed, "More like he arranged this. The psychics in Saffron are very talented and knowledgeable about this sort of thing. This will free your true memories."
"I…" I frowned in my little Umbreon way, "…Okay, go for it."
Yes, I will have an end to Imaya's story. The next one will be up sooner than the two or so years it took to do this one. I don't know if I'll be using Avril Lavigne again, but I think she'll have a happy ending.
Here's your turn to guess as to what happened to Imaya. Let me know in a review!
The song that Imaya had heard in the pub was from a song by Jan Arden called Insensitive.
The lyrics are:
How do you block the sound of a voice
You'd know anywhere?