Pulling Heaven Down | By : Diddums Category: Pokemon > General Views: 3977 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Summary: At
Professor Rowan’s funeral, Dawn sees a person she’d hoped to forget. Not long after this, an elderly woman asks
her for a favour: hatch a 150-year-old Teddiursa egg in the Ruins of Calarai, which is farther
south than she’s ever travelled. Dawn
eagerly accepts; however, it appears that she is not the only one on the way
south. Like it or not, this isn’t a journey
she can manage on her own. And why does
she have the nagging suspicion that they’re being followed? Yes, title is shamelessly borrowed from “Blue
October”, but titles are my weakness and the story has nothing to do with the
song. I just like the sound of it.
Prologue
Death was not something that Dawn was used to being
around. Years ago, she’d witnessed the
death of a Pokémon, but he’d been restored to life soon after. Pokémon could do that. People could not. As devastated as she was, Dawn also realised
that people couldn’t live forever, either: Professor Rowan was old, and it was
simply his time to go. As far as she
knew, he went peacefully in his sleep and was surrounded by this Pokémon as he
died. Yet, as comforting as it was, she
couldn’t stop the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks and dripped onto her
shoes.
She didn’t really know what caused her to look to her
right; it might have been intuition, or perhaps coincidence. Whatever the reason, Dawn looked up and felt
her breath catch in her throat. Standing
next to Professor Oak was her old mentor, Ash Ketchum, whose face looked blank
as he stared at the casket. Anger
swelled within Dawn; he had no real connection to Professor Rowan. He had no reason to be there. If anything, he was there to just harass her,
to rub all of her failures in her face like he did before—
She snapped her head back as he looked towards her,
staring determinedly at the casket as it lowered into the earth. She tried to focus on the rest of the funeral
as Rowan’s family said their goodbyes, tossing flowers onto his grave after it
was filled with dirt, but the fury at Ash’s appearance distracted her from all
else. When they’d parted five years
ago, she had sworn to never see or speak to him again and he had done the
same. Call her immature, but she could
never forgive him for what he did to her.
People began to move away, fanning themselves from the
heat, and Dawn took that as her cue to turn and go before Ash tried to get near
her. Her stupid shoes – her stupid,
expensive heels that she just had to buy because they were on sale – were
awkward and uncomfortable on the grass, making travelling difficult, and her
rising skirt didn’t help much either.
She hadn’t had any trouble on her way over, but then, it had been cooler
outside and she wasn’t hurrying. Dawn
made it to the vehicle before her mother did and jiggled the handle, kicking
the tire in frustration when she found it was locked.
“Slow down, Dawn,” her mother scolded, finally catching
up to her daughter. “I’m not as young as
I used to be. What’s your rush?”
“No rush,” Dawn lied, wiping the tears away from her
face. “I just...it’s really hard, saying
goodbye to him, you know? I mean...he
gave me Piplup.” She instinctively stuck her fingers
inside her purse to touch the Pokéball containing the Penguin Pokémon, which
would have come out had Pokémon been permitted inside the graveyard.
“It’s always hard to say goodbye to someone you cared
about, Dawn, but to rush out...it’s disrespectful. Imagine what his family is thinking!”
“I’m sorry, all right?
I mean, I want to...just forget it.” She clenched her jaw, glancing back
at the casket, where Ash was helping Professor Oak walk back to his own
vehicle. With a jolt, she saw Ash help
the professor into the passenger side and realised that he was indeed old
enough to drive now. She wondered if he
had his own vehicle (the stickers on the windows indicated that it was a rental
car) but then shook her head. There was
no way she’d allow herself to be curious about anything in his life.
She and her mother drove back to Twinleaf Town in
silence, and after a few minutes Dawn began to feel despair for Professor
Rowan’s death again. She sniffled loudly
and wiped her eyes with her palm. “Oh,”
she said softly, then reached inside her purse and let Piplup
out of its Pokéball. The little blue
penguin ruffled its feathers before snuggling against Dawn, tears forming in
its own eyes. She held it close all the
way home, and carried it up to her room with her when they arrived. While she shed the last of her tears into her
pillow, Piplup curled up next to her head. They fell asleep soon after, Dawn dreaming of
the day Professor Rowan first gave her the little penguin.
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