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INTHE END, WE WILL REMEMBER NOT THEWORDS OF OUR ENEMIES, BUT THE SILENCE OF OUR FRIENDS.
INTHE END, WE WILL REMEMBER NOT THEWORDS OF OUR ENEMIES, BUT THE SILENCE OF OUR FRIENDS.
xxxAyame slipped the headset on and then found that something strange was going on. The background had faded left with a light blue background, a man stood on what seemed to be air. In his hand he had a red and white ball of some sort. Old gray hair, wise eyes. Who was this guy? Ayame had never seen him once in her entire life.
xxx“Welcome to the world of pokemon…” he started as Ayame’s eyes flitted around. Where was she? She knew this was the game, but what the hell was this place? It was like something all on its own. The man continued to talk as the blonde spaced out looking around turning her head back and forth. “Are you a boy or girl? Won’t you tell me please?” the blonde’s face flushed. The game couldn’t just look at you and tell your gender? As strange as it was Ayame answered the question awkwardly. “And your name?” the blonde typed her name on the huge screen that appeared. Should she listen to the rest that he had to say? She was more interested in finding out what this place was, so she skipped out on listening to what he had to say. She heard pokemon a few times, but it didn’t really strike the girl as important as she lounged around waiting for this to be over. The man finally stopped talking and suddenly everything blacked out.
xxxDid the game break already? she thought as she blinked her eyes open. She was staring up at the ceiling of her brother’s old bedroom which she had moved into. Rolling onto the floor she stood up. It was awfully quiet… there was no sound of the honking of moving cars, or the sounds of their motors purring as they zoomed down the freeway. It was kind of unsettling to her; she’d grown up accustomed to the sounds of the city. She then tossed her head to the side and froze. A tv? They only had the main one in the living room at her real house. This is the game, but it seems kind of like home… but not exactly. I was able to tell the differences right away, she noted before jumping on the railing and riding her way down the stairs. She jumped off and landed neatly on her feet as her mother turned around her black hair sticking up as Ayame landed. She never liked when her daughter did that, she was always afraid that Ayame would fall off and get hurt. Yeah this place is wayyy too big to be our apartment, the blonde finalized as a pokemon popped up beside her mother. A Pikachu. Ayame knew one pokemon because her mother was obsessed with it. Her mother was the one who played pokemon, not Ayame.
xxxAlthough, Ayame had to admit that the thing was kind of cute. She bent down to touch it, but the pokemon’s eyes widened and then… ”CHUUU!” the pokemon electrocuted her. Ayame jumped back after her hair was sticking up in all directions pressing herself against the wall. Oh my God, oh my God what if all pokemon do this to me? she thought as her mother snickered at her daughter. “Ahhh today you’ll be starting your pokemon journey,” her mother sighed as Ayame kept her back to the wall her face covered in soot. “I knew ever since you were ten…” the hell? I’m seventeen. Her mother continued to blab on, well Nintendo got one thing about her mother. She was always worried and never shut up. “And I know you’ll become one of the best trainers ever!... Honey what are you wearing?” her mother asked as Ayame glanced down at the school uniform she had one. Her mother had bought that for her, what was she saying? “Well, I’m not letting you out of the house until you’re dressed properly,” Ayame groaned at that. She was probably going to be the last one to leave her house. Her mother turned grabbing a few things. One looked like a gigantic phone/something alien, the other was a white one strap backpack, which was actually quite Ayame’s style, and the third was a pile of yellow clothes.
xxx“Honey, this is your poke’nav. It’s basically a map and a phone, so I can call you every night to make sure you’re ok!” her mother blathered as Ayame groaned again. Yellow? Why yellow? It was too similar to her hair color. “I ordered the clothes myself just for you!” her mother piped brightly as Ayame slipped on her new clothing. It was quite yellow… There was a belt with little loops on the side that she didn’t quite understand. “Those loops are for your poke`balls,” she explained as the blonde nodded her head up and down. She let her hair down all the way and then put the hat on before looking in the nearest mirror. There was something familiar about it… then Pikachu walked up. “It’s so cute on you! It’s a Pikachu cosplay outfit, without the ears or tail! I can put the little red circles on your face if you want!” her mother said as Ayame’s jaw dropped. She was just about to say good things about the outfit until she found out it was a cosplay.
xxx“MOOOOMMMMMM!” Ayame whined as her mother snickered. As long as people didn’t know it was a cosplay she would probably be good. Ayame grabbed the one strap backpack and slid the poke`nav in before putting it on, the one strap across her chest. As Ayame waved off to her mother the Pikachu snickered…. That thing was evil. Ayame could feel it.
THUD!
xxxThe sound caught her attention as the blonde turned her hatted head. She saw Rise on the ground a face full of dirt. Without pause the girl jogged over to where she was, soon joined by the raven haired boy. “Aw, jeez are you alright?” Ayame asked helping her to her feet.
