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*****Day 3*****

“That’s it, folks! This Kanto League competition is over!”

Thousands of cheering spectators drowned out the announcer’s voice. Jack stood at one end of a massive battle floor, framed by an equally massive seating structure. He smiled, picking out faces in the crowd. He could see his brother and sister, his parents, a large group of Trainers he had befriended along his journey…

And then his eyes slipped down to the arena in front of him. His opponent was recalling her Parasect; a powerful creature, to be sure, but still no match for his Pokémon. Sarah was doubled over, panting heavily, the seam of her dress exposing a very sensitive part of her body to him.

Jack felt his legs carrying him out to the middle of the stadium, his mind enraptured by what stood in front of him. He stopped in front of Sarah, pulling her upright and into a tight hug.

‘We won, Jack! We won!’

“You were great, Sarah, so great…I love you.”

Sarah pulled her head away a few inches and looked into his eyes. ‘I love you, too.’

She kissed him; her skin had an entirely different texture than that of a human. It was flawlessly smooth, like warm, soft porcelain, and the tongue that lapped against his lips had none of the roughness that his did. Despite the cold air around them, she was warm to the touch, and Sarah wasted no time in flinging her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair.

They were on the ground, Jack running a finger along the edge of Sarah’s chest fin while she bucked wildly from the sensation, her mouth hanging open and a little drool dangling from it. Jack brought his head up, caught it in his mouth, and moved up to kiss her again, wrapping her with his arms and pushing their bodies even closer together. Sarah slipped her legs around his, straddling his hips and pulling off her—

Jack woke with a start. Light crashed into his eyes as he snapped them open, and he looked down to see he was drenched in a cold sweat, his whole body shaking violently. He looked behind him; Sarah had her head nuzzled into his back, the fin on her chest pushed into the mattress between them, and a hand dangling over his stomach, her fingers hanging dangerously close to his erection.

“What the hell…”

‘Well, see, you were having what’s called a dream, and in it you started—’

Jack buried his thoughts under white noise, put Sarah’s hand back by her side, and slipped out from under the bed sheets. With one last sidelong glance at his sleeping Pokémon, he ducked into his bathroom and turned the shower on.

Hot, almost scalding water beat down onto the floor of the shower where Jack sat, numb to the skin blistering on his chest. His eyes hung open while he clenched his left hand around a straight razor, watching a thin stream of blood trickle down his arm and mix with the water running down the drain.

‘Just a dream, just a dream…’

‘It’s a fine line between dream and fantasy, isn’t it?’

“Shut up!”

‘You can really only lie to other people, you know. No matter what you tell yourself, no matter how much you try to bury it, you’ll always know.’

Jack did not reply. He stood up, put the razor pack on its stand, and shut off the water. With one incapacitated hand he toweled off and stepped out of the shower, only dimly aware that his hand was still bleeding. Jack took a roll of gauze from the medicine cabinet and bandaged his palm, watching the fabric stain red before wrapping another layer over it.

He grabbed a box of tissues and got on his knees, meticulously soaking up every minute droplet of blood. After he had washed away the last bit of red from inside the shower, Jack balled up the soiled tissues and stuffed them at the bottom of the wastebasket. Confident that the bandages could be explained away by a slip of the hand, he threw on some clothes and went back into the bedroom.

Sarah was awake, sitting against the headboard and nursing a cup of fresh tea. Jack noticed a second, untouched cup on his nightstand.

‘How sweet. She made tea for you.’

‘Good morning, Jack,’ she said, getting up when she noticed his wrapped-up hand. ‘What happened to you?’

‘Go on, tell her. Tell her that you can’t deal with your feelings for her and so you slice your hand open.’

“I, uh, I slipped in the shower. I went to grab the handrail, but I accidentally got caught on my razor.”

‘Are you alright?’ Sarah asked, inspecting his palm. ‘Do you need anything?’

‘Maybe a pair of balls, dear.’

“I was going to visit my brother today, could you feed everyone else so I could get going? It’s quite a ride,” Jack said, picking up his teacup and draining it.

‘Oh, of course.’

Jack hugged her, took his jacket from its hook, and went down the stairs, humming loudly to himself all the way to his bike port. When his lungs screamed in protest from the dual tasks of humming and pedaling just west of the cycling trail that ran around Mt. Moon, he stopped the tuneless song, again putting him at the mercy of his own thoughts.

‘Odd person to commiserate with, your brother. Isn’t he in love with his human fiancée?’

Jack gave no reply. ‘What are you expecting to hear? You’ll find no sympathy in Lavender Town.’

Another two hours of riding put Jack on the limits of the quiet village. He felt a chill run down his spine as he passed the large Pokémon Tower, but kept his speed as he rode down the side streets until he reached a small house with a woman tending a garden outside.

Jack got off his bike and wheeled it up the front walk. “Hi, Julie.”

The woman looked up from the soil and smiled at him. “Hello, Jack, are you here to see Casey?”

“Yeah, is he here?”

“Yes, just downstairs. Feel free to have a drink when you go inside.”

“Thanks.”

Jack put his bicycle in an empty port near the front door and went inside. He went into the kitchen, took a glass from the cabinet, and poured a mouthful of vodka into it. Jack swirled it around in his hand, watching the liquid twist and deform, before pouring it down the drain, replacing the glass and going downstairs.

His brother was bent over a pool table, cue stick in hand, contemplating a difficult shot. He was about to make it when Jack shut the door behind him, breaking his concentration and sending the pool cue into the far wall.

“I think that’s a scratch.”

“Shut up, Jack,” Casey said, walking over and hugging his brother. “How’ve you been?”

‘He’s trying to come to terms with his feelings for his Gardevoir, but it’s not going well. Keeps denying it.’

“Ah, you know, nothing great, nothing terrible.” Jack took a pool cue from the stand on the wall. “You up for a game?”

“Only if you’re up for losing.”

An hour later Jack had yet to sink anything, while Casey had just one striped ball left on the table. Jack lined up a shot, positioning it the best he could…and sent the cue ball off the table.

“Come on, Jack, just concede. This is embarrassing.”

He set his cue back in its stand and made a dramatic bow towards his brother. “Fine. You win. I humbly concede—ow, damn.”

“What’s wrong with your hand?” Casey asked, noticing the bandage across his palm.

“Oh, nothing, I just slipped in the shower and put my hand in the wrong place.”

‘Staying with that story, are we?’

“Come on Jack, I know you better than that. You didn’t slip; you’re worked up about something. Tell me, man.”

Jack sat in an easy chair and began massaging his hand. “I—I don’t know if I can really explain it to anyone. Even myself. But lately I’ve, uh, been having some feelings.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, sitting in another chair. “‘Bout a woman?”

“…Yeah, I guess you could say that. The problem is I have to see this girl every day and—and I don’t know how well I can keep it from her. I’m worried that it’s going to come out, and that’ll be a whole shitstorm with Amy.”

“What, do you work with her or something? I thought you were just a private consultant.” He paused. “Or…is she one of your clients?”

“I think you’re missing the point, Casey.”

“Well, do you like her?”

‘Yes, Jack, do you like her?’

He nodded. “Yeah. A lot. And I know I really shouldn’t like her.”

“I…think I know what you’re talking about,” Casey said, nodding sagely. “Look. You’ve got a good thing going with Amy, you’ve got plenty of…clients…without this girl, and I don’t think what we’re talking about is looked very highly upon in society.”

“An affair?”

“Come on Jack, I know you better than that.”

The two brothers stared at each other. Casey had one of his eyebrows raised above the other, while Jack fought it out in his mind.

‘He’s absolutely right, you know. You can’t go around being in love with your Gardevoir.’

‘Don’t you think I know that? I can’t help feeling the way I do.’

‘Can’t? Or won’t?’

“Well, Jack, I don’t know what to tell you, other than not to do anything you’ll regret,” Casey said, getting up. “I’ve never been in a situation like this, and I don’t know how much reliable information there is about it.”

“Guess there wouldn’t be much. Thanks, Casey. I’m uh, I’m going to go now, try to work some stuff out.”

“Alright, see you around.”

*****
Cinnabar Island had very few distinguishing features, chief among them the pristine white beaches that encircled the island where two Psychic-types sat near the water, trading stories and laughing.

“So what happened, Hana?” Sarah asked the Kirlia sitting next to her.

“He fell right into the ditch!”

Sarah laughed. “So it sounds like you had a good time in Hoenn.”

“Oh, it was amazing. I hope you get to go sometime.”

“I wish I could, but Jack’s not a Trainer anymore. It’s too bad, he always liked to travel in spring.”

“Oh, it is spring, Sarah…”

“So?”

“It’s mating season!”

“Yes, yes it is…” Sarah said, shirking away.

“Come on Sarah, you’re fully evolved, you can’t tell me you’ve never—”

“I thought you knew how I felt about that, Hana.”

“No, you’ve never told me. What, you don’t mate?”

“It’s not that, it’s just…there’s only one person I would want to mate with.”

“Like a certain species? Medicham or Kadabra?”

“Jack,” Sarah said softly, pulling her legs up to her chest.

“Your Trainer? Why didn’t you say so?”

“You—you don’t think it’s strange?”

“Why would I? Does he feel the same way about you?” Hana asked.

Sarah shook her head. “I don’t know, but I don’t think so.” She wiped a tear away. “He’s a human and I’m just his Pokémon. It…it doesn’t happen like that.”

Hana scoffed, playing with the pink ribbon in her hair. “Whatever. Do you want to be sad and not know when he might feel the same way?”

“No, but—”

“So go tell him! What’s stopping you?”

“He already has a mate,” Sarah said, defeated.

“Oh, that does complicate things. What kind of Pokémon is she?”

“She’s human, Hana.”

“How long have they been together?”

“For four years, I think.”

“Well, you’ve known him longer than that! That should be you with him, not her.”

“Do you really think so?” Sarah asked, spreading her feet forward again.

“Of course. Now go and get your mate!”

Sarah nodded, stood up, and vanished in a flash of brilliant blue light. Hana smiled, knowing she had done a good thing, until she saw her Trainer walking down the beach, looking for her. Her legs instinctively crossed and went up to her chest, her eyes snapped shut as she buried her head in her knees, and a spot just below her stomach knotted up as her thoughts slipped to the violent side of her romance—if it could be called that—with her own Trainer.

*****
‘Why would he want you as a mate? He has Amy. You’re just…a Pokémon. An animal.’

‘Please stop,’ Sarah said as she sat on her bed, wondering whether or not to go downstairs.

‘Oh, indulge my question for a moment. What can you offer him that she can’t?’

‘I love him…’

‘So does she. Do you love him more?’

‘Yes, I do. I love Jack more than Amy does.’

‘And yet you’re up here, talking to yourself, while he’s downstairs, all alone. Maybe you don’t love him as much as you say…’

Sarah shut out the voice and stood up off her bed, pausing to look at a picture of her and Jack taken years ago, in Johto. She smiled and ran a finger over the photograph, but eventually left the past in the past and went downstairs. There was the faint sound of the television coming from the den, and just the thought of her Trainer was enough to work Sarah into a fit.

‘My my, what a bundle of nerves. Make some tea, dear, calm yourself down. Can’t go in there looking like a wreck, can you?’

She shook her head and put a pot of water on the stove. While she waited for it to boil Sarah sat at the table, absentmindedly kicking her feet until something small and fuzzy kicked back.

Pichu poked its head up between her knees, and Sarah had to suppress a frightened yelp when she saw him. She picked up the tiny creature, wary of another shock, but Pichu kept his electricity in his cheeks. He nuzzled into her chest, settling around Sarah’s fin, and she softly rocked him back and forth as he squeaked a question.

“I’m sorry I bumped into you, Pichu, I just didn’t notice you. I’ve had…I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.”

“Chu?”

“It’s my mating season and the male I want to court already has a—you have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

He squeaked again and shook his head, but perked up when he felt a disturbance, imperceptible to the Psychic-type, run through the air. There was a skittering of short, sharp claws, and Raichu dashed into the kitchen, looking frantically around, while Zangoose came in after her, concerned but not as much as her.

“Raichu? Raichu, rai—”

“Goose, Zangoose,” her mate said, rubbing her head and pointing up to Gardevoir.

“Here you go, Raichu,” Sarah said, unlatching Pichu from around her fin and handing him down to his mother. “I hope you didn’t worry.”

Raichu took the infant, smiled at Sarah, and left the kitchen. Zangoose nodded at her and followed Raichu out the door. Sarah smiled, rubbing the edge of her fin, until she noticed the water was boiling.

‘Now wouldn’t you like to be like those two with Jack? Maybe have a little baby Ralts of your own?’

‘We couldn’t have children.’

‘Ah, but where’s the harm in a dream?’ The voice took on a more sinister tone. ‘You should ask your Trainer just how much a dream can hurt.’

Sarah shook her head again, poured the water, and mixed the tea. She took several sips of the steaming liquid before she felt herself calming down, and when she did she crept out of the kitchen and down the hall to the threshold of the den, where Jack was sprawled out on the couch, watching television. Sarah trembled, her tea sloshing about in its cup, but finally she worked her nerve back up.

‘Jack?’

He started awake and looked around, smiling when he saw his Pokémon standing in the doorway. “Hey Sarah, how are you?”

‘I’m fine, thank you for asking. Um, Jack, could I ask you something?’

“Sure,” he said, sitting up. “What is it?”

She sat down in a chair on a perpendicular wall. ‘I was hoping—I was wondering—if, if…you wanted some tea?’

“Tea?” Jack furrowed his brow, wondering if she meant to say something else. “Yeah, sure, I’ll have some tea. Thanks.”

Sarah nodded and shirked away, filling her own empty teacup with a few tears. In the kitchen she banged her head against the wall, accidentally extending her small claws and poking herself when she balled her hands into fists.

‘You disappoint me, you really do. He was all alone, and you ask him if he wants tea.’

She said nothing, only conceding defeat. With a shaky hand she poured two cups of tea, one for Jack and another for herself and, sighing and forcing a smile, went back into the den where Jack had sat upright.

‘Here you go.’

Jack took his cup, lingering for a moment on Sarah’s hand. “Thanks. Here, why don’t you sit for a while and watch some television with me?”

Her heart jumped. ‘O-okay.’

Sarah sat down beside him, sidled up to his shoulder, and put her head on it. Jack smiled and scratched her head, running his fingers through some of her hair. She inadvertently purred and, thoroughly embarrassed, pulled away, obsessively kneading her hands until Jack put his arm on her shoulder and brought her next to him again.

‘Ask him.’

‘Jack, could I ask you something else?’

“Sure, what is it?”

‘…What are we watching?’

‘Alright, I’m done. You’re pathetic, you really are. You can die of a broken heart for all I care.’

“Something about the Sinnoh League,” he said. “I don’t know, I’m kind of tuning in and out.”

‘Oh, okay.’ Sarah did not pay the program much mind either, choosing instead to play with her Trainer’s fingers, which were dangling by her upper arm. Jack watched her poke at them, fascinated by the Pokémon’s behavior. She would laugh a little when he tickled her palm, and he would smile whenever she did.

‘Beautiful…’ Jack let himself think.

‘That was a poor choice of word.’

‘I don’t care.’

‘We’ll see how well you sleep tonight.’

No sooner had he heard it than Jack began to feel his eyelids drooping. His head wavered in its place, and eventually it came to rest on top of Sarah’s. His head was heavier than hers, and when she squirmed out from under him he had to snap upright to stay awake.

“Sorry Sarah, I’m just really tired. It’s been a long day.”

‘You should go to bed, Jack. I’m tired, too.’

“Yeah, you’re right, let’s go upstairs.”

Jack flicked the television off, got shakily to his feet, and followed Sarah up the stairs. She saw him to his room and slid the door shut behind him, biting her lip and shaking her head as she retreated to her own bedroom.

He left the lights off. Without changing from his day clothes Jack fell onto his bed, drooling on his pillow. A little moonlight filtered in through his window and to his closed eyes, keeping him awake no matter how he shifted.

‘Trouble sleeping?’

“Fuck you.”

When all he heard was a low snickering in reply, Jack groped in his nightstand drawer until he found a small razor. He bit down hard on his pillow, put the edge between his shirt and the skin on his back, and pushed it against his shoulder blade.

Blood began to run from a shallow vein under his skin and stained his shirt and hands. Jack whimpered in pain, but it subsided after a moment and he kept his hand over the cut until it stopped bleeding.

As he put the blade away, a thick cloud rolled in front of the moon in the sky. With no more light shining in his eyes, Jack buried his face in his pillow and cried himself to sleep.

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