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: deliver a fragile package to her brother, who lives 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: I’m
updating this awfully quickly. I have a
feeling this will come back and bite me in the ass later. Hmm.
In any case, this chapter is considerably shorter than Chapter One. I bring back another canon character, and you
get to meet Max’s party. Let’s
rejoice. Or, you know, just read the
chapter. Don’t forget to comment!
Chapter Two An Unusual Request
“Dawn? Wake up,
Dawn. It’s seven.”
Dawn roused from her rather-pleasant dream, which had
been filled with romance and elegant ballroom gowns, and stared up at May’s
bright face. She wondered if the older
girl had slept a wink last night. She
was practically vibrating with excitement.
Dawn sat up and stretched her arms high above her
head. Max was still snoring loudly, but
May went over to prod him awake with her toe.
Dawn swung her legs over the side of her bed and stood, shaking her head
to clear the rush from rising too fast.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
May was already dressed.
She had not abandoned her classic style of bike shorts, though she had
taken to wearing denim skirts overtop instead.
Her scarlet-and-gold t-shirt barely grazed the top of her skirt, and she
had let go of the “fanny pack”. A single
black strap crossed from her left shoulder to her right hip with a little green
backpack sitting in the small of her back.
Dawn noticed that she still wore her classic bandana, though this one
was white with spring-green markings.
“I’m going to go wash up,” Dawn yawned, choosing clothes
from her closet and heading to the washroom.
First she splashed cold water on her face to wake her up more, then
brushed her teeth and changed. Before
leaving, she grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste, as well as other hygienic
products she used while on the road, and went back to her room. She shoved them into a pocket in her bag. The egg sat safely within; she used changes
of clothes to cushion it from bouncing around.
Max was now up and dressed, and the three tidied up their
belongings before heading downstairs.
Johanna was just setting a large plate of pancakes in the center as they
entered the kitchen.
“Morning!” she said brightly. “You’ve got lots to eat for breakfast. I’ve made pancakes – regular, blueberry, and
chocolate chip – as well as bacon, scrambled eggs, and heaps of toast. I don’t want any of you flying on an empty
stomach. Why are you all just standing
there? Go on, dig in!”
Max needed no more encouragement. He immediately began wolfing down food the
second his bum hit the chair. May
covered her face in embarrassment, but Johanna and Dawn just laughed. The girls sat down and helped themselves to
what was left after Max’s first course, though it turned out to be more than
filling.
“What time were you up, Mom?” Dawn asked, patting her
full stomach.
“Around five-thirty.
Glameow needed some pain medication.” She indicated the cat, which slept
on a pillow in the corner of the kitchen.
“I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I decided to make breakfast.”
“We’re grateful,” May said. She eyed Glameow curiously, but didn’t prod
into why she needed pain medication.
They had almost finished cleaning up the leftovers and
dishes when the doorbell rang. It was
eight-thirty, Dawn realised with a jolt, and Johanna went to answer the door. Dawn, May and Max gathered their bags and
went to the cellar, where they recalled all of their Pokémon. Then they said their goodbyes to Johanna, May
and Max thanking her for her hospitality, and followed Crawford outside.
“Aw, man,” Max complained. They were not to travel in the flashy
convertible; instead, Crawford drove a large black sedan. “I hope there’s room for all of us.”
“We’re three small people with three small bags. I think we’ll be okay,” May pointed out. “You sit on that side, Max. I’ll go in the middle. That way, Dawn and I won’t have to talk over
your head.”
“What if I want to talk, too?”
“Oh, you’re telling me that you want to talk about girl
stuff? Never thought you had it in you.”
“Shut up,” Max rolled his eyes, but begrudgingly went and
sat behind Crawford. May and Dawn
climbed in and buckled up. It was surprisingly
roomy in the back seat. The car seemed
bigger on the inside than it did on the outside.
The drive to the private airfield took over an hour. May and Dawn did not talk as they warned Max
they would. Instead, the three fell
asleep almost as soon as the car started rolling. The extra time of sleep allowed them to wake
up alert; Max immediately pressed his nose against the glass and stared at the
jet that awaited them.
It looked like a normal passenger plane, though it was a
bit smaller and more aerodynamic. On the
side was painted the same emblem that had been on the red convertible. Now that it was enlarged, Dawn saw that the
“C” in Capere was actually a Lunar
Wing.
“Lady Lalioné must like the moon,” she muttered to May,
who rolled her eyes and nodded in agreement.
A transportable escalator took them from the ground up
into the jet. Inside was extravagantly
decorated with all things cosmic, from lamps shaped like planets to seats with
starry fabric. It was a bit overboard,
Dawn thought, though beautiful nonetheless.
Lady Lalioné sat in one of the chairs and smiled at them
as they entered the jet. “Welcome,
children,” she greeted. She shakily rose
to her feet; Crawford, who had followed them into the plane, went over to help
her. She accepted his arm and leaned
against it. “I hope you don’t mind, but
I invited a Pokémon breeder along to help you care for the egg. He’s worked for me for the past six months
and helped me take care of my Pokémon as I get older.”
“Why didn’t you just ask him to go?” Max blurted, voicing
the question that popped up in Dawn’s mind.
“Because I’m entrusting it to Dawn,” Lady Lalioné
answered sharply. “Look at her. She’s young, beautiful, lively...I’m sure
that she is the one for this. Besides, I
had already studied Dawn’s history extensively.
I didn’t have time to go over his.”
“Where is he?” Dawn asked.
“Actually, I sent him ahead. He arrived in Calarai last night. Though I do believe that all of you are well
acquainted with him.”
“It’s Brock, isn’t it?” May asked excitedly. At Lady Lalioné’s smile, May squealed and
clapped her hands together. “I knew
it! I haven’t seen him in years!”
“I had best be off,” Lady Lalioné said after a short
pause. “I’m taking another flight down
to Calarai Island in a few weeks. The
humidity there isn’t good for me, or I’d stay longer. Dawn, you have my Teddiursa, yes?”
Dawn nodded and pulled her bag off her shoulders, opening
it to show the egg nestled safely within.
Lady Lalioné sighed in relief and patted her cheek affectionately. “Good girl.
Oh, Dawn...I know I’m asking for a lot, but could you do me one more
favour?”
“Sure,” she replied.
“Anything.”
“It’s said that if a Teddiursa hatches on a full moon, it
will be blessed by all of the planets and stars in the sky. Call me a superstitious old woman, but could
you...?”
“Hatch it on the full moon?”
Lady Lalioné nodded.
Dawn bobbed her head back. “I’ll
try my best,” she said. If she was to
hatch it on the full moon, it would be on the last day of the trip, she
thought. Lady Lalioné had said they
needed to be there “by the next full moon”.
Waiting until then to hatch Teddiursa was cutting it awfully close, but
it was a challenge Dawn was willing to face.
Crawford helped the Lady out of the plane and onto the
escalator. Dawn, May and Max watched
from the windows as they climbed into the black sedan. The pilot of the jet shut the door they’d
come through, then went back into the cockpit.
The three took their seats and buckled up as the plane began to move
down the runway.
“I can’t wait to get to Calarai!” May laughed. The plane
picked up speed.
“I can’t wait to see Brock,” Max added.
“Yeah,” Dawn agreed.
She hadn’t seen the older boy since she parted ways with Ash, for Brock
and Ash continued their journey together.
Dawn held nothing against Brock, and she didn’t think he had bitterness
towards her. She hoped that he
didn’t. Awkwardness was all she needed.
The jet lifted off the ground and rose into the air. Dawn popped her ears to adjust to the
pressure. Before long, the pilot’s voice
echoed over an intercom and informed them that they could release their small
Pokémon if they wanted, but nothing over fifty pounds. They were also told only to move around when
necessary to avoid any accidents. Dawn
released Piplup, Vulpix and Chikorita, though figured Lopunny could be risking
it and Pachirisu could become too hyper-active.
May let out Skitty, Wartortle and Glaceon while Max released his
Misdreavus and Nincada.
“Sorry, Gardevoir,” he said the Pokémon’s ball. “I think the plane’ll
get too crowded if I let you out.”
“Are those your only Pokémon, Max?” Dawn asked curiously. She could have sworn there had been more last
night.
“Nah, I also have a Vibrava,
but he’s afraid of heights.”
Dawn let out a disbelieving laugh, then covered her mouth
and flushed in embarrassment when she realised Max wasn’t kidding. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. I caught
him when he was a Trapinch – and I literally caught him. He had been chased up a cliff by a pack of Poochyena and fell.
I was climbing up when I saw him falling and I caught him. But I guess falling like that made him afraid
of flying and heights. We’re trying to
work through it, but it’s tough. He’s
not the most trusting of Pokémon.”
Vulpix and Skitty seemed to have formed a solid
friendship from the night before, for they curled up next to each other and
fell asleep almost instantly. Chikorita
busied himself by head-butting Dawn’s legs, then jumped into her lap and
head-butted her abdomen. Piplup glanced
at him jealously, then seemed to find better things to do as it explored the
cabin with the others.
“Say, what did Lady Lalioné say to you right before she left?”
May asked, stroking the head of her Glaceon as it sat obediently beside her
seat.
“Oh! She wants me
to hatch the egg on the full moon.
Weird, huh?”
“Very. I mean, how
can you control that?”
“Well, don’t forget that I have to get to a certain room
in the ruins to hatch it. That’s the
only one with the ‘magical properties’.” She made the air quotes and shrugged
uncertainly. This whole trip was odd,
but it was basically a paid vacation.
And if it worked, it would be her that proved to the world that there
was a real power inside the Ruins of Calarai.
The flight was to last just over three hours. A movie played for the first hour-and-a-half,
then was followed by Sinnoh Now and various sitcom reruns. The Pokémon behaved themselves, spending most
of the flight sleeping or finding quiet means of entertainment. There was quite a bit of turbulence fifteen
minutes prior to landing, but they came out of it quickly. Dawn’s heart began to pound when the pilot
announced that they’d landed on Calarai Island; she and the others recalled
their Pokémon and gathered their bags in preparation for exit.
If Dawn thought it was hot back home, it was not compared
to the air that hit her when the door was opened. Combined with the humidity, she felt her skin
immediately begin to perspire. Behind
her, May gasped from the shock and began fanning her face with her hand. The pilot helped to guide a set of stairs up
to the plane before telling his passengers that it was safe to exit.
Once Dawn hit the ground, she look a good look at her
surroundings. Calarai was nothing like
she’d imagined. She had thought they’d
land at a crowded airport with glass walls and marble floors, but there was
nothing of the sort.
They’d landed on the outskirts of a shabby-looking
town. Course, orange sand was the ground
they trod on. The few buildings they
could see were small and made of wooden planks.
In the middle of the street was a large market, and Dawn saw that it was crowded...but not full of the rich
and luxurious. These were townspeople:
farmers.
“Oh!” May exclaimed, pointing to the west. Dawn followed her gaze and saw the beginning
of the jungle. It was more like she’d
expected: full of luscious green trees and brightly-coloured plants and
flowers. The cries of several different
kinds of Pokémon echoed from the trees and into the town.
“Hello-o-o there!” called a familiar voice. Dawn, May and Max broke into identical grins
before running towards the young man who’d called to greet them.
“Brock!” they yelled.
May reached him first and wrapped her arms around him for a tight
hug. His brows raised in shock; clearly,
Lady Lalioné hadn’t told him that May and Max were along for the ride. Max went for a greeting next, but Dawn held
back apprehensively and took a moment to survey her old friend.
It was odd to see him in shorts after he’d worn long
pants for all of their journeys together, though it was a nice change. He also had to abandon his vests and
pullovers from the heat, though his colour scheme didn’t seem to have
changed. His shorts were brown, and his
t-shirt was green with orange around the neckline. On the left side of his chest was a Capere Luna emblem on it to show he
worked for Lady Lalioné. He’d grown a
few inches taller and his brown, spiky hair had grown out, but it was still
just as wild as ever. Dawn checked a
grin as she saw his head turn to watch the pretty flight attendant who had
assisted them in their flight at meal time.
Clearly he was still chasing after girls, though he seemed to have
controlled the urge to leap out at them.
“Hey, Dawn,” he said with a relaxed smile, and Dawn
breathed a sigh of relief as she hugged her old friend. He obviously didn’t blame her for the...the
mess. “May, Max, I didn’t know you were
coming!”
“We ran into each other yesterday,” Dawn explained. “I invited them to my house and Lady Lalioné
was there waiting for me. She said she
could pull some strings to allow them to come with me. She didn’t tell us you were here until this
morning! When did you start working for
her?”
Brock motioned for them to start walking and they
followed him down the road. “About six
months ago, I entered a Breeding Competition with some of my Pokémon. We came in second, but Lady Lalioné approached
me afterwards and said that she was impressed, not just with the quality of my Pokémon,
but at how young I was. She said that
she could use a young and knowledgeable breeder like myself to help tend to her
Pokémon in her old age. After we talked
for a bit, she hired me. Then a while
ago, she received an old egg and got it in her head to hatch it at the Ruins of
Calarai. She send that she wanted a
specific trainer to do the job, but that she wanted me to go as well since I
know how to take proper care of eggs.
Although, she wasn’t very good with the details. She never told me why she had to get another
trainer instead of just sending me down.”
“She wasn’t really clear with me either, and I’m the one
she picked to send. The closest answer I
got was that I ‘remind her of herself’, and I guess if she believes that then
she can sort-of feel that she’s doing this thing.” She frowned for a moment
before she asked, “Have you ever heard of someone hatching an egg at the
precise moment they want to?”
“What do you mean?”
“She wants me to hatch it on the next full moon. She said it was based off some
superstition. I don’t really know what
to think of it, but I said I’d try.”
“Hm.”
May and Dawn stopped in the middle of the market to look
at some jewellery a vendor was selling, but Brock pulled them away. “I did some research on Calarai before I came
here,” he said. “Trust me, you don’t
want to buy anything from here. Here we
are!”
They stood in front of a building far grander than the
others in appearance, though it was still quite small. Its design was curved with a rounded
roof. Against the orange sand, the white
paint seemed to brighten and Dawn had to shield her eyes. It was surrounded by a high, concrete fence
and a gate decorated with vines. “It’s
beautiful!” she said.
“Is this our hotel for tonight?” May asked.
“Yeah. Come on,
let’s get to our rooms. I guess we’ll
share a room and leave the girls to their makeup, Max,” Brock teased. He pulled a key card out of his pocket and
waved it in front of a sensor. There was
a click and then the gates opened,
allowing them to walk through. Once
inside, Brock handled the business at the front desk while the others could
merely gape at the beauty. He came back
shortly and handed a key to Max, then gave May and Dawn theirs. “You’re allowed to let your Pokémon out in
the back,” he said, then led the way to show them.
After letting their Pokémon out and watching them play,
Brock turned to them again and said, “They serve dinner in another
half-hour. I know,” he laughed when he
saw their surprised faces, “it’s really early, but it’s custom. Why don’t we all go clean up and meet back in
the restaurant? It’s through that
archway.” He pointed to his left. They
agreed to this and headed upstairs.
“I suppose we head out first thing tomorrow,” Dawn
remarked to May as they touched up their appearance.
“I’m looking forward to it. Do you think there are any exotic Pokémon here?”
“Well, Calarai was once part of Sinnoh,” Dawn said,
remembering the fact from her old school days.
“I don’t think we’ll run into anything new, but supposedly it has a high rate of different-coloured Pokémon. That’s pretty neat, I think.”
Someone knocked on their door. “You girls almost ready?” Brock asked.
“Coming!” May called back. “You ready to go down?”
“Yep.” Dawn pushed a stray strand of hair out of her
face, then followed May out the door and down to dinner.
Author’s Notes: Not
a whole lot happening in the first two chapters, huh? Well, I guess it’s good to have back-story
even if it’s insanely boring. In Chapter
Three, they start on their adventure and things should pick up from there.
I do want to make it clear that this is my first Pokémon fanfiction, though I’ve written Harry Potter for
years. However, if there is something
that is totally and completely off, please let me know. My biggest problem in writing is that I tend
to contradict myself – like before, if you noticed how the summary has
changed. Originally, Dawn was supposed
to deliver the egg to Lady Lalione’s brother, but
then I got a better idea (I think) and thus had to change that to match. Ah well.
Also, nearly two hundred views and just two
comments? Come on, don’t be shy. I love readers.
Perfect Purity,
thanks for letting me know that there is life on this planet. LOLZ.
I hope I answered the question you had on why Piplup is a Piplup. I personally can’t see Dawn having a Prinplup or Empoleon.
They just don’t seem to suit her as much as Piplup does, you know? And I’m surprised I put Max in there. I never liked his character, but I guess I
didn’t want it to be the whole “only teenagers are going teehee”
fic. (Also,
you’ll notice that Ash is not present – as of yet. Ohhh
curveball! Lawlz,
I jest.)
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