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.
Author’s Notes: Chapter
One is insanely long and still unfinished, but since I couldn’t find a clean
enough break to split it into Chapter One/Chapter Two, I decided to just make
it Chapter One: Part One and Chapter One: Part Two. So here is Part One, and Part Two should be
up shortly.
Chapter One A Proposition
It was the heat that woke Dawn. As it beat down on her through the window, it
made her pyjamas feel far too hot and sticky.
She shifted to try and find a more comfortable position. Nothing worked; with a dejected sigh, she
slid out of bed and headed over to her closet.
At the very back hung the outfit she’d worn during most of her travels
with Ash. For the first time in years,
she paused while shifting through other clothes to look at it.
There was considerably more wear-and-tear on the clothes
than there had been when starting out, but she had never wanted to repair
them. It wasn’t like she fit into them
anymore; besides, they were marks of her adventures way back when she barely
knew what she was doing as a trainer.
She brushed her fingertips over the front softly, then
curled her lip at how much dust came off.
One of these days, she’d just have to clean –
“Pip?”
Dawn jumped slightly and smiled. Piplup stood at her feet, staring up at her
inquisitively. It rubbed its head
against her leg affectionately; with a soft chuckle, Dawn found herself
thinking about how it couldn’t do that if it had evolved. When she, Ash and Brock were finishing their
travels through Sinnoh, Piplup had started to evolve
and stopped itself. Ash explained how
his Bulbasaur had done the same thing ages ago, and
how he’d had a chance to make his Pikachu evolve as well. Piplup would become more powerful, he’d said,
which could help in contest battles.
“But then it won’t be Piplup,” Dawn had argued; she’d thought it over
for a few days before asking Piplup itself if it wanted to change.
Evidently it hadn’t; even after their years together, it
had chosen to remain a Piplup. Dawn had
thought she’d be happy either way, but now that she’d had time to reflect on
their choice, she was glad that it remained the way it was. Her Piplup might not ever be as powerful as
an Empoleon, but it still had a great heart and the
same personality she’d come to love.
A small peck at her leg brought Dawn back to the
present. “Can’t sleep,” she said. “It’s just too hot.”
Deciding on an outfit of simple shorts and a long tee,
she pulled it out and changed into it slowly.
She’d grown out of wearing skirts after finishing her travels through Sinnoh. It had
proven too cold to wear them at Snowpoint City, and
besides, she had done a bit too much running and jumping to wear them
anyhow. Her mother had been right: being
a trainer on the road left little time for fashion.
Piplup seemed to have decided that it could sleep through
a bit of heat and went back to the bed, taking Dawn’s place on the pillow. Yawning, Dawn left her own room, nearly
tripping over Glameow on her way downstairs. The cat was getting old and spent most of her
days sleeping. Dawn’s mother was
beginning to show great concern. She
couldn’t blame her: Johanna had had Glameow for
nearly two decades now, and cats didn’t have quite as long of a life as other
Pokémon.
Johanna was up already.
A steaming cup of coffee sat on the table in front of her as she read
the paper. Her eyelids were swollen, her
eyes red. She’d been crying. Then again, Dawn didn’t imagine she looked
much different. “Hello, dear,” she said
tiredly as Dawn entered the kitchen.
“Hi Mom.” Dawn flopped into a
chair opposite Johanna and folded her hands in front of her. “You couldn’t sleep either, huh?”
“No. I need to get
that air conditioner fixed. I keep
meaning to call, but there’re so many other jobs to be done...”
“Yeah. It’s not a big deal, though.” Dawn twiddled
her thumbs and chewed on her lower lip.
There were many mornings when she and her mother barely spoke, but this
one was different. They were avoiding something. After all, they
hadn’t officially spoken about Professor Rowan since his death and Dawn knew
that the conversation was imminent – dreaded as it was.
“What are your plans for today, Dawn?”
“Oh...I don’t know.
Actually, before...well, before I was planning on taking on the Kanto
Grand Festival. I mean, I’ve gone
through Sinnoh, Hoenn and Johto, and I don’t have quite enough money saved to travel
elsewhere yet. Kanto is pretty close by,
so I thought I’d give that a try.”
“It took you long enough.
You’ve had years to travel Kanto.
Why wait until now?”
Dawn shrugged innocently.
The truth was talking about Kanto was an excuse to not talk about the
late Professor. She had no desire to go
there just yet.
The morning passed slowly. Combined with the intense heat, Dawn almost
felt like she was moving through glue.
Her mother suggested that she take her Pokémon with her to Lake Verity
for a swim, and the idea was sorely tempting.
Dawn took her time to change into her swimming suit and put her short
and shirt back on overtop; she put a towel and another pair of shorts into the
backpack she wore while travelling.
Finding her Pokéballs, she went out to the small backyard where most of
her Pokémon slept under the shade of the tree.
“Wake up,” she called cheerfully. “Come on.
We’re going swimming.”
Pachirisu was up in an instant,
and it began to run around Dawn in circles excitedly. Lopunny was much more calm as she slowly woke herself up and made her way
over to her. Her Vulpix, acquired while
she travelled through Johto, was still quite shy and
hid behind her tails until Dawn offered more encouragement. “How about some poffins, then?” Dawn grinned, and Vulpix seemed to
make up her mind. She trotted over to
Dawn and sat down at her feet, looking up at her expectantly. Dawn pulled a sweet poffin
out of her pocket and gave it to the fox-like Pokémon, who ate it
greedily.
“We’re missing someone,” Dawn said with a small
frown. She wasn’t referring to her Mamoswine; it had evolved from Piloswine
a few days before she caught Vulpix.
They’d stumbled across a small herd of Swinubs
and Piloswines that had fallen into an old poaching
trap; Piloswine evolved to help save them from the
trap, and when one of the wild Piloswines fell for
him, Dawn decided that it was best to leave him there. She wasn’t referring to Ambipom
either, for the Long Tail Pokémon lived at the Pokémon Centre in Sandgem Town now.
Upon Dawn’s return, Nurse Joy had sent out “Help Wanted” ads and after
seeing the way in which Ambipom could effortlessly
carry at least six potions with her tails, she’d asked Dawn for permission to
hire her. Ambipom
had been thrilled to help out, and Dawn still went up almost every day to visit
her.
The missing Pokémon in question decided to show Dawn that
he was, indeed, present by head-butting the backs of her knees. Dawn stumbled forward with a surprised gasp;
regaining her balance, she whirled around to scold the smaller-than-usual Grass
Pokémon. “That was naughty of you, you
know!” she said, waving her finger accusingly.
“Chiko!”
Chikorita turned his head to the side indignantly. Head-butting was his own
odd little way of showing affection for her, which was something Dawn never
understood but thought was endearing.
She’d rescued him early on in Hoenn: a breeder
of Grass types had seven eggs stolen from him, and Dawn helped to get them
back. Chikorita had had hatched
immediately upon return. Because he’d
hatched so early, he was smaller than he should have been and still was on the
runty side. He and Dawn had taken a
liking to each other, so the breeder gave him to her as a way of saying
“thanks”. Chikorita had proven himself
to be quite useful to Dawn, both in battles and contests. His Leaf Storm often won the judges and
audience over more than anything else.
In fact, she had used Chikorita in the appeal round at the Hoenn Grand Festival.
He’d gotten her through so that she and Piplup were able to win the
rest.
“Okay! All present
and accounted for!” Dawn pulled out her Pokéballs and tossed them into the
air. “Come on, everyone!” Red lights
surrounded her Pokémon – save for Chikorita, who simply had to dodge it – and
they returned to the balls. “Fine, then, Chikorita.
I guess you don’t get to come swimming at Lake
Verity.”
The Leaf Pokémon seemed to consider his options, then begrudgingly allowed Dawn to place him back inside his
ball. Piplup also went inside its for the short trip, which Dawn managed to make quickly
on her bike.
The lake was already beginning to get crowded as
residents of both Sandgem Town and Twinleaf Town
arrived to swim. Dawn found a tree and
put her bike against it while she shed her back and pulled her shirt over her
head. “Come on out!” she said as she
tossed all six Pokéballs in the air.
Piplup was first in the water, splashing in noisily. It was followed closely by Pachirisu and Lopunny. Chikorita, not one to be outdone, pulled
himself onto a tree branch with Vine Whip before leaping off and into the
lake. Dawn stepped in gingerly; when she
was about waist-deep, she bent her knees so that the water covered her
shoulders and turned to Vulpix. “You coming?”
The shy fire-type hesitated. Dawn coaxed her some more, but Vulpix wasn’t
willing. Instead, she trotted over to
the tree and curled up beside Dawn’s bag and merely watched them. “You’re missing out!” Dawn teased, but she
didn’t force her into entering.
Almost instantly, Dawn felt relief from the heat. She sighed and shut her eyes in contentment,
moving so that she was floating on her back.
Others were laughing nearby, leaping into the water and occasionally
splashing her, but she didn’t mind. She
opened her eyes and squinted against the bright light; her vision went blurry
for a moment and she thought back to the day she’d first met Piplup. They’d
come across Lake Verity and Dawn had thought she’d seen something floating
above it. The shape hadn’t been clear
and she’d put it out of her mind until now.
Thinking of her first day as a trainer brought her mind
back to Professor Rowan. She’d managed
to put him out of her mind for a while, but he’d wormed his way back in.
“GERONIMO!”
The voice came from almost directly above Dawn. She barely had time to gasp before someone
leapt over her and landed barely a foot to her left. As the kid surfaced, Dawn splashed at him
angrily. “Watch it!” she snapped. “You could’ve hit me, you know!”
The boy, who looked a few years younger than Dawn, turned
to face her with a big grin splashed across his face. Despite him looking somewhat familiar, Dawn
simply couldn’t place him – not that she cared to do so. After all, he’d nearly jumped on her. “Are you even
listening?” she snapped.
“Of course I’m listening,” the kid said. He ran his hands over his hair, a shade
darker than Dawn’s, to push it out of his face.
“And I did see you, you know.”
“Then why did you make a point of trying to jump on me?”
“Don’t be so antagonistic,” a female voice laughed from
Dawn’s right, and this was clearly a voice she recognised. With a big grin, Dawn turned and saw a
slender young woman calmly swimming towards them. Her brown hair was styled specifically to
fall in thick strands on either side of her face and her blue eyes lit up with
excitement as the girls saw each other.
“May!”
“Hey, Dawn. How
are you?” May stopped short of Dawn and the younger boy, shooting a scolding
glance his way. “Max, behave yourself.”
Dawn looked back at the kid, whom she was now able to
remember. She’d seen him briefly many
years ago when she and May competed at the Wallace Cup. Though she and May had run into each other
since then, she hadn’t seen Max at all.
Last time she and May met up, she’d learned that Max had turned ten and
acquired a Ralts he’d saved when he was younger. They had taken on the Hoenn
League and finished in the Top Eight, if Dawn remembered May’s update
correctly.
“I’m great,” Dawn replied. “Well...I mean, as great as I could be. I suppose you heard that Professor Rowan
died.”
“Yeah, Ash told me.
He’s here, did you know?
Professor Oak came for the funeral, and he was invited to a university
to be a guest speaker. Ash volunteered
to bring him here for both, and he wanted to come to the funeral too. Professor Oak can’t drive anymore, poor
man. His eyesight is getting really
bad.”
“Oh...”
“I’m really sorry about your loss. He gave you your starter, didn’t he?” They
both looked towards Piplup, who was happily floating on its back and blowing
small bubbles skyward.
“He helped me out a lot over the years, actually.”
May nodded knowingly. “Professor Birch is great that way, too. He’s still quite young for a Pokémon
Professor...not to rub it in or anything!” she added quickly. Dawn shook her head.
“It’s all right.
He was really old...it was just his time, you know? I mean, it happens to everyone and every
Pokémon eventually.” It was on the tip of her tongue to mention Johanna’s Glameow, but she held back.
If she did, May or Max might begin to think she was begging for pity.
“I can’t believe you didn’t know Ash was in Sinnoh. I thought he
would come straight to your house to see you.”
Dawn blinked. May
obviously didn’t know about the falling-out.
“Ash and I haven’t spoken in a long time,” she admitted in a tone she
hoped told May that she didn’t want to talk about it.
May seemed to understand: she
gave her a curious stare, but simply nodded.
Max, on the other hand, didn’t get the hint. “Why not, Dawn?” he inquired. May kicked out at him under water and he
jumped at the blow. “What was that for?”
“We had an argument,” Dawn sighed. This time, Max didn’t push the matter, though
it seemed to only pique May’s curiosity.
“So...you’ve spoken to him, then?”
“Oh yeah. He went to some island in the north a few
months ago and stopped by my place on the way back to show off his badges – and
trophy. He’s the League Champion
there! He was so proud of himself, and
was showing off all of his Pokémon and being all...well, you know...being all Ash about it.” May treaded
water for a moment before asking, “So what have you been up to, Dawn? Any plans for the future?”
“I thought about taking on the Kanto Grand Festival, like
you did, but I’m not too sure about it.
I don’t think I’m ready for Kanto yet.
I came back from Johto a while ago.”
“Oh, really? Isn’t Johto
pretty?”
“I loved it! I
didn’t do so well in the Grand Festival, though. I mean, I was Top Four, but I won the Hoenn Grand Festival so I just assumed I’d do just as well
in Johto.”
“Your win in Hoenn was
amazing,” May sighed happily. She had
decided to re-try Sinnoh at the same time Dawn
challenged Hoenn, but after coming up short in the
Grand Festival, she’d returned home to watch Dawn’s victory. “Okay, enough contest-talk. How’s the love life?”
“Oh, gross,”
said Max, who’d been listening to their chatter in silence. He swam off while May and Dawn giggled.
“It’s non-existent,” Dawn
admitted with a blush. “I mean, when you
travel, there’s not a whole lot of opportunity for romance.” She eyed May
playfully and smirked. “Or is there, May?”
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