Author: Sunrise-Breaker PM
The sisters were all named after flowers, all except for the youngest one. Just what is it that makes her so different from birth? And what does her child think about it?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Misty/Kasumi & Daisy/Sakura - Chapters: 12 - Words: 20,969 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 04-20-13 - Published: 11-24-12 - id: 8731630
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Reminders are read my previous Pokémon fanfics written around a year ago, "Sky" and "World" first because they're the introduction to this fanfic. Review! Julia isn't an OC, but actually a scrapped character that never made it when the producers found out that the anime (and game, and any other canon medium) was a cash cow. Review please. All canon realities of Pokémon, the games, manga, and anime are unified in this fanfic. Click the Review Button. All cross-canon characters are singularized into one person with different names (e.g. Dawn/Hikari, Platinum, and Mitsumi are the same person). Rate and review! This fanfic is based 45% manga (all manga, not just PokeSpe), 30% anime, and 25% game.
Also, the summary might not look like anything related to the story, but the situation will actually clarify itself in around the last few chapters or so, and it has a lot to do with flowers.
From the desk of Kasumi Yawa
To my daughter,
Wait, no, that sound's too formal and crappy, dammit…
If you are reading this, then it means I am not in this world anymore and I can't return. I had hoped there will never come a day when you'll read this letter.
Would it be heartless of me to say I wrote this on a whim? I didn't. I am writing this if the day ever comes something happens to me and I can't tell you all the things you need to know anymore. This isn't a suicide note or whatever. It's, like, one of those videos parents make for their kids when they get diagnosed with, like, cancer and won't be, like, around for long and make videos to explain everything about life and growing up. Arceus, I'm starting to sound like one of your aunts. Ew. Just. Ew.
Where do I even begin? Well, the facts of life, the Swellows and the Beedrills. Babies come from cabbages. That's it, don't ask anymore. When you're older, maybe twenty-five, or even better, thirty, then you can ask your aunts about boys and uh…the magic of love? That sounds so wrong.
Julia, honey, if something did happen, I want you to know that it was all beyond our control, and it's not within yours or my hands. Enough rambling, straight to the facts. I guess I should know what's first. After all, you're my daughter and I know what's on your mind. I wrote this when you're still seven years old though. I want you to do a couple of things for me.
Please remember to love your dad like he was your own. I loved the man enough to consider him to be a part of our lives, Julia. The least he deserves is a stepdaughter who acknowledges him as a father. Actually, he might not be your legal stepfather yet while I'm writing this. We both are just 'engaged to be engaged,' to quote your aunts, just because I'm finally dating again. It's kind of weird, because you were calling him "uncle" just months ago and then you asked if you could call him "dad" since you didn't have one.
Look out for your aunts, Julia. Now that I'm dead, there is no one to keep the main family and elders at bay from you guys. I suppose I should explain. I was to be married into the main family. Out of all the sisters, they wanted me, though I don't know why. Of course, I was against it, because there was a man I loved, your father. Your biological father (I will tell you when you are ten, but you must keep it in silence. If I didn't tell you because I died before then, your guardians will). When I was given the miracle of you, they wanted you gone to save face, but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. I had you, and I loved you. They discarded me as a bride candidate.
During that ordeal, they threatened to take the fortune from us, and with a great deal of pressure, the elders caved, and threatened us as well. I might be able to hold on my own, but your aunts weren't used to a life of destitution and mendicancy, Julia. I had to protect them. Let's face it, Violet and Lily weren't cut out for settling down anytime soon, and Daisy adopted Tracey's name as her own, leaving Maisy and Stacey (really original, gods, they suck at names) out of the running.
Follow whatever your guardians say and ask. I selected them out of merit and character. You are my daughter, a lady of the court, and you must behave as such. Arceus, that sounds hypocritical, doesn't it? I hated courtly life and would rather catch Seakings and Magikarps on the beach than be surrounded by snobs. But that's not the point. Julia, your godparents, your adoptive aunties and uncles, they all love you, and know what's best for you. On the day you were born, they were with me. I can only be thankful that the paparazzi and media were busy covering something else. I never want the others to find out about you, you know, because your birth was a secret.
I think that last sentence needs an explanation, but that's for another letter. But I have one request.
Finally, what do you hope for your name, to me, to the Legendaries and other gods, and to yourself? You are so young, Julia, but the world is yours for the taking. My dear baby, take life by the hand, guide destiny, and read people's hearts well.
With much love, your mom.
Look, I bet you guys are asking, how could I start a story with Misty already "dead", yet she's the captioned character, and what good would reading this story be if she's "dead" anyway? Give this story a chance. It may be a rewrite, but it's a better rewrite. Also, while the actual prime protagonist is her living daughter, Misty will play a big role in this story, as well as the one that comes after this. Besides, once this baby is completed, I'm removing her character caption, but she will still play a big role in as one of the factors defining Julia's growth, as well as the story behind her "death" and why a cadaver was never found. I can only promise you that the reason is different, and it's not the usual "(character) has been secretly alive and in hiding all these years behind the shadows guarding and protecting the people they love secretly."
The gap from "Sky" and "World" to this one is three years, with the letter being written when Julia was seven (which is around the same time), and Misty biting the dust in between (if she did tell or not will be revealed soon). Click the review button!