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Two Hearts, One Destiny- A Retelling of BTW	By : MysticMewtwo Category: Pokemon > General Views: 1573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ki. I do not own Pokemon and I make no money from this story.

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Summer slowly eroded into autumn and the leaves on the trees began changing into their beautiful golds, reds, and oranges famous for this time of year. Gone was the steaminess of the heat and humidity. The air became drier, ushering in crisp, cooler days.
Halloween would soon be here and Ki loved to dress up in costume to hand out candy to the younger children. She felt just a little too old now to be trick or treating herself.
Over the last few months, the visions had stopped almost as abruptly as they had begun. While she was grateful, she still worried about the fate of the Pokémon clones, especially the one they called Mewtwo. This one seemed to weigh on her heart heaviest, simply because of the nature of its existence.
At times, she almost wished it wouldn't survive.
As her life began to grow busier, she didn't have the time to stop to wonder anymore. They simply slipped from her mind. She had her hands full with an influx of new trainers and their Pokémon to work with.
So you won't battle because you're afraid of messing up? Ki asked.
She paused in her brushing the coat of a beautiful Ponyta. The fire-horse Pokémon nickered sadly and hung its head. The young woman smiled and gently ran her hand over its cream-colored fur. Ponyta completely trusted her or she would have been burned by now if it hadn't.
That isn't to say she never had a few accidents in the past in her years as a "Pokémon Whisperer".
It's only natural to be afraid, Ki stated, Everyone is scared sometimes, but I think it's what you do with that fear. Don't let it paralyze you and you'll be fine.
She resumed grooming the horse, paying special attention to any matted areas.
We have to fail in order to succeed, she continued, If we don't, we will never learn the lessons in life we need. We would be doomed to repeat our mistakes. We will fall, but we must pick ourselves up. The key is to never give up.
It was one of the hardest lessons she ever had to learn in her life. She had to realize her failures didn't mean she was worthless. She only needed to find her own unique inner strength.
Ponyta nudged her with its nose and neighed enthusiastically. Ki chuckled softly. She was happy she cheered up the Pokémon, but one other thing needed to be addressed.
Your trainer should really keep these things in mind, she told it, She has to be patient and work with you or you won't gain each other's trust. You both need to be in sync during a battle.
In her line of work, it wasn't just difficult Pokémon she trained, it was their trainers as well. Some of them were so hyped up on becoming the Pokémon Master, they didn't realize how much work actually went into it.
Trainers who brought their "difficult" Pokémon to her were not difficult at all. They simply required a little more finesse.
The downside of this job was sometimes the trainer wouldn't heed her words. Their thought patterns and body language showed as much. It would sadden and anger her as she knew without a doubt that later they would just dump those unique Pokémon because they didn't fit in.
She believed in Pokémon being treated as partners, equals, and not something akin to property.
Ki finished with Pontya's grooming and the young woman went to fetch a bucket of water and a pecha berry. She gave every Pokémon that passed through here this sweet, pretty pink heart-shaped fruit, and so she made sure to keep plenty on hand.
The fire horse happily accepted the treat and began munching noisily. She rubbed its muzzle affectionately.
Make yourself at home, she said, Your trainer will be here later this afternoon to pick you up.
She then made her way outside of the barn she was keeping Ponyta in. Sabrina had had this little building constructed when the young Psychic had decided what to do with her life. It was located on the outskirts of Saffron in the quiet countryside.
Ki had wanted it to be away from the city so the Pokémon could feel more at ease. When she wasn't training or taking care of the Pokémon, it was an escape to hide from the rest of world and be at peace.
The fields were empty this morning. It was still early, however. She was certain Sabrina was already up and making breakfast. Mew might be helping too, but the Pokémon's idea of helping was usually making a mess.
She had her moments where her Mew behavior overtook her lucidity. She was like an infant in these occurrences.
Everything was fun and games. Nothing was serious to her. Fortunately, she was able to pull herself together again after a short time.
Ki pulled her sweater tighter over her shoulders. The air was particularly frosty this morning. The stillness of the countryside seemed to echo in her mind. Then she felt something suddenly touch her consciousness. It was faint, but it had connected.
There came a voice in her head, a child's voice. It was small, innocent and pure as the winter snows.
Who am I? Where am I?
Hello? Ki called, cautiously, Is someone there?
She scanned her surroundings, but found no physical source to her mystery voice. Where then could they be communicating to her telepathetically from?
Who are you? the voice came again.
It was definitely a child's voice, a little boy. He sounded no older than five or six years old.
My name is Kikara, she answered.
She used her full name when introducing herself. To those closest to her, she was simply Ki. It was the name she had said when she was found.
It was also the only clue to her past.
It's literal translation meant Stardust in the ancient Pokémon language. Whoever her parents had been had knowledge of this sacred text.
There was one memory she had of someone ever calling her Stardust. It was hazy, and she could never make out any faces, but she could remember being happy.
Her only memories after that was the day she was found on Sabrina's doorstep. She was crying and scared, nearly frozen cold from the snow. Sabrina had whisked her inside, warmed her up and gave her a home.
The rest was history.
Who are you? she added.
There was a slight pause. She could almost feel his confusion when he spoke again.
I don't know... Who am I?
If the conversation had not already raised suspicion, it had just gone up several notches. Now Ki began to worry if this little boy was in some sort of trouble.
Was he hurt? Did he have amnesia?
No, I mean your name, she clarified, What's your name?
The confused pause came again. It felt like he was struggling.
I don't know... Do I have one?
Ki's mind raced with an anxious fervor. Somehow, she had to locate this little boy and help him. It was obvious something was not right.
Where are you? she asked.
I don't know... Where are you? he replied.
Saffron City, she said.
She hoped that maybe he could at least find a map and she could guide him here.
Are you an angel? he asked, abruptly, You sound nice.
Ki was stunned for a moment and then she laughed softly. What a wonderfully adorable little boy. If he kept half the charm he had now when he grew up, he would have all the ladies swooning over him.
In truth, the comment had given her a warm glow deep inside her heart. It was by far the nicest thing anyone had ever said about her.
No, I'm not an angel, she replied, But thank you for being sweet.
This time there was no response. She could no longer feel the edge of their minds touching. It was as if he had vanished.
Ki desperately called out to him.
Hello? Are you there? Please, answer me.
Silence reigned. A flock of Pidgey chirping in the distance was her only response.
She shivered in the cold air. How long had she been standing here?
Her face was wet with frost and she reached a hand up to wipe it dry. She started when her fingertips touched the moisture. She realized her cheeks were soaked with tears. She was crying.
This sweet little boy had speared a place deep inside her she never knew existed.
Don't ever lose your heart, young one, she whispered in the stillness.
Ki scrubbed at her eyes to dry the tears and then gave a soul weary sigh. So many things weighed her down lately. First the clones, and now this little boy, who may or may not be in mortal danger.
What good was it having all this power when she couldn't help any of them?
In a rare display of anger, she hurled a purple-hued shadow ball at an outcropping of rocks. It was like a stick of dynamite had been blown up. The impact exploded them into chunks and pieces of sharpnel. Thankfully, she wasn't close enough to be struck by the flying debris, and no one else was around either.
Breathe. It doesn't do any good to get mad. It is what it is.
The young Psychic finally calmed down, but her heart was still hurting. How much more would she have to endure? It was starting to have a negative effect on her, like it was before. She did not want to regress.
The sun was higher in the sky by now and had burned off most of the chill. It felt like it would be a little unseasonably warm day. Ki decided to make the best of it and try to relax for the rest of today.
She headed home then to have breakfast with her two favorite people and Pokémon in the world.
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Two Hearts, One Destiny- A Retelling of BTW