This was written WAYYY back when as a gift for my BESTEST furfriend/brother in the world,  vincentsirius, love you a ton! He wanted a story to introduce his OCs, so I gave him just that!

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His Flicker Of A Lightbulb

‘Entry 9: 5/4/13. I was on a hill this time, but it felt just like the last one. I’m not sure how I got there, but I didn’t really care. Just like the last one and the one from entry 5, the swing-set one, the sun was bright, but it didn’t hurt my eyes, and it was warm. The air was crisp, yet the grass was blurry. I sat just sat there on the grass, waiting (Dunno how much time went by) for something to happen. Than I saw a figure run (Think about this) up to me, the same one from entry 5. He was yelling, but I couldn’t make out what he said. I could barely even make out any of his features, just like the other times, but I know it was the same guy, since he still had that yellow fur; darker than Amber, for sure. He sat next to me and talked for a while. I still don’t know what he said, but he sounded nice. I’m not sure why he was yelling before. Than he handed me a flower, a daisy to be exact. Of everything, I saw this daisy in perfectly, but that I woke up. I’m too tired to think about it. It’s 3:24, I’ll think about this tomorrow.’
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No sooner from when I woke up that morning did my eyes open to greet the satin light of dawn. It felt invigorating how the sun’s rays shone upon me, pierced by my short, jet black fur. I’d have stayed in bed all day, but I knew I had a workout regimen to adhere to, and a day to get started! No amount of prissy little sunlight is gonna keep this hound in bed, I thought, chuckling a little to myself as I began to get myself up. I arose from my slumber with a content sigh as my bed conducted its usual chorus of creaks; the damn thing is probably gonna break one of these days, heh. Wonder if it’ll snap in half like the last one, I thought. Now that was a funny evening.
Yawning yet another grandiose yawn, I stretched my body and arms up, easily touching the 12 foot ceiling above me (large is an understatement when it comes to my stature), as I loosened my bones and flexed, getting rid of all the residual sleepiness that may have lingered. The soft, almost velvet like carpet felt good on my paws. The entire room itself gave off a very positive vibe; The light blue walls, the huge and oh-so comfortable bed, the soft carpet; waking up here could be considered a blessing. But all of this, the bedroom, the morning rays, the delicious breakfast I knew was awaiting me, my morning workout, paled in comparison in light of my true blessing, the brightest sun in my life.
I slowly crept out of my room and into the dimly lit hallway just inside, walking down the dusty corridor, illuminated only be the little sunlight that shone in from the downstairs windows. It almost seemed theatrical, my slowly walking through the hallway in an eager, yet careful gait, the sun beams darting in and making their brilliant presence known. I felt like a father again; that alone was enough of a reason to haul myself out of bed. Slowly but surely, I reached the end of the hallway, opening the last door ever so slightly, as to not disturb his sleep. Peering in, my head just barely over the top of the door, I saw a beautiful, light yellow room, set alight by the transpiercing rays of sunlight that burst through the eastward window. An ornate, oak bureau sat beneath the glass panes, slightly dusty, only a few feet from a beautiful queen sized bed, blanketed in a creamy, orange comforter. An eerie, vermillion air permeated as the light hit the red-orange drapes that that veiled angelically around the bed.
A soft smile began to leave its imprint on my face. A soft and slow, yet almost breeze like, gait carried me to the edge of the cot, the light beginning to form a warm and colorful sheen on my otherwise dark coat. I lifted my paw carefully, coaxing the draperies out of the way, only to catch sight of a memory.
I began to feel that curious feeling of falling. Most liken it to sinking, but one doesn’t hit the sea floor with a splat quite like that which the heart feels when pushed from its highest hopes. I released a sullen sigh, looking away from the empty bed. That’s right, I thought, he moved out yesterday. I can be a real dolt sometimes…
Moving my paw from where it had been, letting the soft draperies float back into their long drawl, I walked out of the warm room, a somber pace guiding me along. I ended up back in the hallway, and I began to notice just how dull everything was. The shadows outgunned the sunlight, their barrage blocked by the window curtains which I had no motivation to open. My eyes met with the floor, and we bludgeoned one another’s gaze.
“Maybe I’ll take the day off…”
#
That day had gone by in a haze, as did the days that followed. The mornings brought with them a weight that burdened my heavy eyelids, and waking up became a test of strength, a civil war of wills — me against me. However, my days continued as they usually had before: hike and workout by the volcano in the morning, work in the afternoon, and do whatever in the evening.
But if began to feel dull. There was a slump in my step, as though I encumbered the tonnage of Atlas himself. My shoulders would slump and my head would tuck down. I wouldn’t say ‘hello’ to those I passed; I just minded my own business. My own, crappy business. Despite the quant, albeit ashen, atmosphere of Fallarbor Town, the charm seemed to wash away. That fiery inspiration, the hot invigoration, that once resided in me began to recede. Humans and pokemon alike seemed to pass me by, as though I were a hulking phantom such as myself weren’t worth their time. I began to feel alone. Their delayed, sometimes nonexistent, reactions to my existence made me feel separate, as though I were some ‘other’ person. And don’t get me wrong - I’m no narcissist, but I’d grown accustomed to being someone of admiration. However, chiseled muscles and an impressive bulge appeared useless without confidence; without a fine strut and a head held high. What was a devilish rogue without dashing good looks, or a dog without his days? And as night would continually descend upon Fallarbor and the rest of Hoenn, just as the districts would sleep alone, I would fall into a lonesome sleep each night, wondering who I’d be waking up for. But I stayed strong — to the best of my ability, of course. I didn’t like people asking me how I was, let alone telling them. Opening up wasn’t my best skill, so I wasn’t going out and just being a general Debbie-downer; no one likes those. But I was always one to feel outward. When it came to how I felt on the inside, I had a home-field disadvantage.
I can only hope that my dreams will hit the home run. I’ve been thinking about this stuff all evening, so hopefully I’ll get struck with some fascinating, insightful dream tonight. Thank goodness Todd got me into dream journaling. Now I’ve got a slightly better understanding of whatever the hell is going on in my head. I suppose the depth of depression enhance the ability to delve deep into the self. I have noticed I’ve been thinking smarter recently. Still, it wouldn’t do me much good, just leave me with more things to think about, more questions to have to answer. Smart people must have it hard, if this is what they make themselves deal with. Well, it’s late. Enough with this whole narration thing, I’ve got a dream to hopefully nab, and a big day tomorrow.
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I awoke, but not exactly woke up. The temptation to continue lying there with my eyes closed certainly exceeded that of getting this day started. I wasn’t too happy about having woken up earlier. I hated having to fall back asleep. Whatever, I’m awake now, I thought. I started to get up, my eyes half open, straining to take in the morning light. My bed creaked and groaned, as per usual. I really wanted to tell that damn thing to shut the hell up. I could’ve broken it like a twig if I wanted to; it’s a good thing I’m not known for having a short fuse. Suddenly, I heard something snap. Great. That’s really what I need at in the morning. I heaved myself to the floor, struggling to peer under the bed. All the legs were intact, so God knows what broke. I didn’t feel like crawling around the floor like a moron looking for whatever broke, so I lifted myself back up onto my feet. I brought my paw up to my face and wiped down it, trying to get rid of whatever grogginess remained in my face. I groaned and looked to my side, not really sure what it was I was looking for. But I happened to catch sight of my journal. I wasn’t really in any mood to think about my dream. Eh, at the very least I had one. I just hope I wrote a lot. I sure as hell don’t remember it now; the fragility of dreams, I guess.
Looking out the window, I saw that the sun was high in the sky, and I had overslept yet again. Well, I suppose I’ll just skip straight to breakfast — no workout today, I thought. I found myself taking more vacations from my workout regimen as of late. I probably should start taking better care of my body again. At least I wasn’t neglecting work, though. I can still do a hell of a lot more than those Machoke down at the construction sight, and I know they know that. Yeah, I’m working out less, but I did my job, and that’s what mattered. Granted, I hated having to answer to myself. And I had to admit, this ‘good enough’ philosophy left a sour taste in my mouth, but I was too indolent to do anything about it.
I started to prepare for the mundane morning routine. Shower, brush my teeth, brush my hair, get dressed, yadda yadda yadda. I couldn’t help but snigger at my mental tone. I sound like an annoyed fourteen year old barraged by the pedantic reminders of his mother in the morning. ‘Brush your teeth, deary, and don’t forget to shower! Have you brushed your hair yet?’ I’m gonna make myself go insane, no doubt.
Having showered and properly groomed myself, I was just about ready to get dressed. I stood over my dresser trying to figure out what I should even wear. After showering and fixing my fur and whatnot, I was still tired and dazed. It was sunday, so no work today. Maybe I’ll spend the day in my underwear, I thought. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the front door. I damn near stumbled into my dresser, almost crushing the poor thing. Still, that knock scared the wits out of me. I wonder who it could~… oh. I had forgotten it was that day.
In a flash, I wrenched the drawers open with a frenzied, nervous disregard. I snatched the first pair of jeans I could grab, and proceeded to pick the first t-shirt I saw. “Hold on! Be there in a sec!” I bellowed as loud as I could. I slipped on the pair of pants and shirt, probably looking like a complete goof at the time. Having dressed myself, I took a quick glance at the alarm clock: 11:32. That had been the first time I actually cared to check what time it was. Shit, I really did sleep in…
I heard another set of knocks, even the doorbell this time. I winced in realizing I was making him wait. I dashed out of my room and down the stairs, trying not to break my surroundings; boy, wouldn’t that be a cherry on top. I almost tackled the front door in my rush, narrowly avoiding a rather embarrassing bang. I reached for the door knob and opened the door. The first thing I noticed was a stream of light pouring in. I absolutely had to squint at the sudden, visual onslaught. I was still tired and groggy, so I guess it was to be expected. Adjusting to the daylight, my eyes suddenly began to see who was actually there. Seemingly materializing out of the light, a blonde fox-like creature appeared in the door way, his fur glistening in the sun.
“…Dad, your shirt is on backwards,” He said in a light-hearted voice, trying to hold back a giggle.
“W-What? Oh no, it is,” I exclaimed. I couldn’t help but chuckle at my clumsiness as well.
Suddenly, the tiny kitsune took me into a warm embrace, hugging me tightly, despite the fact his head barely reached my chest. “I’m so glad I get to visit you!” He said cheerfully, tightening his embrace. I just replied with a warm hug, holding him tightly to me. I may have seemed somewhat nonchalant at the time, but I was genuinely happy my son was back. But the fact that, even now, I was too down in the dumps to even greet the star-of-my-life with an elated and bubbly “hello!” scared me. Maybe It’ll be pass… It has to. I want to feel something.
Finally releasing our embrace, I look down at him with a soft smile, trying my best to spark some semblance of happiness. “Wanna head inside? You’ve gotta be hungry!”
“Sure! The food on the train was crappy anyway, but whatever.” He giggled, addressing my reply with a very effeminate tone. With that, I step out of the way to let him in, a whole plethora of tails — nine, to be exact — following him as he graced across the floor, glistening in the shining sun light. With that, I help him with his bag, carrying it into the kitchen as he sits down at his usual seat at the dinner table. Luckily, he only had a couple bags, nothing to extreme. My son is usually well known for not being a light packer; can’t go anywhere without taking an entire closet full of clothes with him. Plopping (lightly, of course) his light pink back-pack and red duffle bag onto the floor, I turn to him with a half-feigned smile.
“Want some orange juice, babe?”
“Sure!” he said, looking up from a celebrity magazine with a bubbly grin, before averting his gaze and gluing his eyes on the models and gossip.
I nod in reply, opening the fridge and grabbing a fresh carton of OJ, pouring us each a glass. I swear, I’m not exactly sure what came over me when I turned around to the table, however. A wave of something, almost like a bitter-sweet tidal wave of nostalgia, just poured over me. To see Amber sitting at the table, casually reading a magazine, just like old times, was so awesome that I couldn’t help but pause and stare. In milliseconds, it felt as though my mind were replaying every other breakfast, lunch, and dinner we had at that table. Every dinner time conversation, whether of happiness or heartbreak, or perhaps about grades, or a crush, replayed itself like a broken cassette, skipping over faded, convoluted gapes, though still audible, and oh-so surreal.
Suddenly, I felt one of the cups slip in my paw, sending me back to reality. Luckily, I catch it just in the nick of time, though spilling a bit of juice onto my paw. Amber looks up, once again noting my clumsiness with another giggle fit. I give him a playful smirk, beaming with sarcasm. Having recovered from my would-be citrusy accident, I finally make it to the table, no longer in a trance of times past. Sitting down at the table, I take the occasional sip of my juice, as does Amber. Took a couple seconds for the awkward silence to pass.
“S-so… What’s new?”
“Eh,” I sigh, “Not much to be honest, heheh… Work’s been okay, I can’t really say anything special has happened…”
“Oh, that’s cool.” He replied, followed by another awkward silence. I’m not sure why I felt a weird shame at the time. I’d been down in the dumps for quite some time now, and now my son is home for the day, yet here I am feeling shameful…
“Hey dad, y-you okay…?” Amber said in honey-sweet voice, looking up at my eyes, which had been looking down the entire time, with a kind and caring expression. I swear, if anyone can radiate an aura of warmth wellness, it was my son.
Suddenly, I feel a small paw rest itself on top of my own massive paws. Looking up for a quick second, I see its Amber’s. I flashed him a tiny smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. Don’t worry.”
“That’s good,” He replied, gracefully retracting his paw back into his lap, taking another sip of his juice. “Oh! So, you wanna hear about my new apartment?”
“Sure! I’d love to. You chose the corgi, right?”
“Yup! It’s been going great!”
“That’s good,” I chuckle. “Tell me about it!”
“Well, his name in Vincent, and for one thing, he’s SUPER short! It’s actually really cute! He’s also really nice; probably the best roommate I could’ve possibly have found. I mean, he doesn’t yell about chores or anything, he’s calm and cool, but also really fun! He’s also a great chef, really!”
“That’s great! What’s the place like?”
Amber’s face really lit up when I asked that question. “Oh, it’s gorgeous! For one thing, it’s probably in the best part of town! Totally close to the stores and restaurants and stuff, but kinda out of the way too, so that’s really good. It’s also small, but cute small, you know? It’s… huh, what’s the word, um… quaint! Oh, and I also love the decorating~ Vin has a really good eye for art and stuff! He’s actually an artist! He did a portrait of me a few days ago just to practice and stuff, and it turned out amazing! He’s got a future ahead for him, no doubt!”
“Nice heh…” I felt a slight sense of disappointment; not at Amber, but at myself. He was so happy, yet here I was being all droopy and crappy. It didn’t really feel fair at all. I wondered if he had even missed me at all, if he even cared. And for a split second, I had actually considered opening my mouth and asking that to him. But I stopped myself, I knew it would have been incredibly rude AND awkward. “So, it’s been pretty good, just the two of you there?”
“Oh, I forgot to mention, Vin’s adopted brother also lives with us.”
“…Uh, okay, heh. Adopted, you say?”
“Yeah. I mean, neither of ‘em told me, but I just assumed. It’d be kinda funny if a corgi and a snow leopard had the same genetic parents,” Amber giggled.
“True,” I say, chuckling a little too, trying to lighten the mood. “So, he nice too?”
“Eh… He’s interesting. He’s actually pretty cute though, though he gets really freaked out when I flirt with him.”
“Huh, that’s weird”
“I think he’s just shy,” Amber whispers, giving me a playful wink. I smile and laugh a little; I really did miss Amber’s playfulness. Moments like these really touched my heart, and it felt good, but it also hurt. On one side, it felt like it was feeding an addiction, but on the other, it was also perpetuating it too. I was addicted to emotional substance, to purpose. Without having a reason to get up in the morning, without having a bright and shining face to wake up too and love, I felt deprived. And all this, it’s all withdrawal. But I had to hold it in, at the very least for Amber.
“That’s cute,”
“Yeah heh. I dunno, he’s a weird guy; he’s one of those people you know who is either really, really smart, or just really, really stupid, I’m not sure yet… I mean, couple days ago, he thought it’d be a fun idea to pull one of my tails,” Amber said with a moody tone.
“Oooh, heheh, That’s not good! What did you do to the punk, eh?”
“Heheh… I kinda flipped out, chased him around my room. Wanted to burn him to a crisp.He’s lucky Vin came in just in time to break us up!”
“Wow, that sounds pretty crazy!”
“Believe me, it was. But, we made up, so it’s ok!” He replied with a jovial expression.
“Happy endings, eh?” I said, smiling a little awkwardly. Amber nods, and changes the subject, talking about fashion or something, I’m not exactly sure. Than he jumped to another subject, maybe food, I don’t know. I couldn’t really keep track of time, I just sat there and let him talk.
Quite frankly, I couldn’t even really listen. I wasn’t trying to be rude and ignore him, I was just lost in my head, trying to figure out what the hell I was feeling, and why there was no surge of happiness, no happy ending. I assumed this little get together would be a fix-all solution, but obviously it’s proving itself to be otherwise. I hated feeling this way; I was getting absolutely sick of it. I flipped between millisecond-long episodes of rage, despair, numbness, and apathy. One-second I wanted to flip the damn table over, next second I just want to cry. Perhaps bringing Amber back home was a bad idea, perhaps-
“Hey, dad, are you sure you’re ok…?”
“Huh? O-oh, yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry,” I say, trying to get him to shrug off his concern.
“Sorry, but you’ve kinda been staring down this entire time. I just didn’t know if something was up, or…?”
“No, I’m okay, it’s fine,”
…Once again, I feel his paw gently place itself on top of mine, grabbing softly in its warm and furry grasp. “You know you can tell me anything, right, daddy?”
“I-I…” I wasn’t sure what to say, I just sort of choked on my words. I really didn’t want to confess how I’ve been feeling; the last thing I want to do is worry Amber… But he was right, we are family, and we don’t keep secrets, especially if they’re hurting us. But I’d still feel bad about doing so anyways. I loved him, and- … no. I’ve got to do it; the right thing. I’ve gotta be honest…
“…I’ve sorta been down in the dumps lately…”
“Oh… Is everything okay? What’s up?”
“Well… Really, I don’t know exactly. I’ve just… I’ve been feeling really lonely since you left. It’s sorta been depressing me a bit,”
“Oh daddy…” Amber said in the sympathetic tone, before getting up out of his chair and coming around the table to give me a loving hug. “I’m sorry… Is it because I’m gone? It probably is isn’t it! I knew shouldn’t have left, I knew-“
“Amber!” I yelled softly, albeit assertively, “It’s okay, Amber, seriously. I love you very, very much, and I know you love me dearly right back. But you’ve gotta understand that you have your own life! I wouldn’t be a very good daddy if I had you cooped up in here just to make me happy. In the long run, seeing your happiness, your success, your liveliness, that’s what really makes me happy! The fact that you get to make all these fun friends out there in the city is awesome! Getting out of this pile of ash and into the world, I’m just proud my son gets to do that.”
“Oh dad… You’re the sweetest and best, you know that?” Amber replied, hugging me tightly again, murring as he did. As genuinely happy as I was that I got to see him go out and flourish in the wide world, I couldn’t help but feel disconnection, even a little jealousy. I was stuck here in this ash pit, alone, which kinda sucked. I wanted a way out of this monotonous existence.
“So I’ve been told,” I said, poking his nose, “by you!”
He giggled a little, eventually retreating from our embrace and returning to his seat. We took more sips of our orange juice, talked about this and that; whatever came to mind really, whether it was work, fashion, current event crap, whatever. I’d been having trouble sleeping. I felt as though I could really use the rest, and yet there I was, in what should have been yet another day of respite. No rest for the weary, as they say. Though I’d had all the time in the world in the rest without any amber rays of joy. There they were, and yet, there they weren’t. And what was I to say to myself, aside from, “Get over it”.
Amber talked and talked. He’d always been very chatty. It wasn’t long before evening had crept up on us, and Amber’s hour of departure had arrived as well. We said goodbye to one another, exchanging signs of affection, before finally waving our paws to one another, off into the embers of the descending sun.
If I ever saw anyone of such fearsome, hulking, and intimidating stature — such as mine — crying, I would have laughed in their face, even insulted them, as was expected by the standards of ‘guy code’. Men are (supposed to be) stoics at heart, especially real men. I was a man. Yet, I couldn’t help but shed a tear as he disappeared. I know I had been quite cold all day, yet it felt like a giant failure. I stood in the door frame as the ash caught the last sunbeams, their intensity slowly deflating into nothing. I sighed, and went to bed early. I felt as though I could really use the rest…
#
I awoke, but didn't. The temptation to continue lying there with my eyes closed certainly exceeded that of getting this damn day started. Of course, that didn’t really matter. I had a routine to adhere to. A routine. Routine.
Once again, I had slept in, so going on a morning hike wasn’t an option. Rather annoyed by this, I just resorted to doing some basic workouts; push-ups, pull-ups, etc. I didn’t do as many as I expected I should’ve. My rock hard arms felt unusually jelly like, and most of my bulging features didn’t seem very bulge. I got up off the floor, having gotten tired of my exercises, and decided to just go eat breakfast, even if it was past ten. But as I started to walk, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. My eyes squinted in curiosity, and I turned~.
I saw in the mirror someone I had not seen in a long time, someone I had hopped never to see again. I was still the same houndoom; same muscles, fur, horns, the like. But he didn’t stand up straight, he didn’t appear to be bursting at the seams to get the day started. The reckless and rowdy passion I’d once seen in that mirror had dwindled, his burning drive to go out and embrace activity had appeared to be extinguished. I began to feel a boiling rage deep inside when he saw this. Like a drill sergeant, I wanted to yell at the reflection to stand up straight and address him with pride. But I didn’t see that same rage in the reflection. I knew that what I saw in the mirror was what I truly was; apathetic, sullen, and blue. I began to shiver a little, suddenly feeling a chill glide past my shoulders. The reflection in the mirror had suddenly acquired an expression of serious concern, as if remembering some task of great importance that hadn’t got done. I felt cold. I’m a fire-type, I’m not supposed to feel cold…
The fire I saw in those eyes had diminished, extinguished by the tears I felt welling up in my eyes. No, I’m tough, I’m large; no way I’m gonna cry, I thought. With all my might, I tightened my face and kept the flood gates from bursting. But oh boy was it hard. I laughed a little, finding humor in my immediate dilemma. A huge, muscular houndoom like me barely able to fend of tears, tears. Since Meddera left, I had truly forgotten the invisible power of emotions. No amount of muscle or might, sinew or swagger can protect one’s self from what is within one’s self. Like the wind, it provides me with a gentle breeze so that my sail my glide across life on a one way air current to happiness. And, like a hurricane, can blow you so hard off your feet, you won’t even know where you are. You’re free falling. And yet, I can’t see emotion, just as I can’t see the wind. I can only feel it. I can see muscles. I can punch with muscles. But try punching the wind, and you’ll only make yourself look like a fool.
Dammit, I was sick of it all. I mean, all I was doing was standing there in front of the mirror moping like an idiot. I didn’t act like a man in the least. What I needed was to get out of this house. I spend all my time in here in this big ‘ol house, breathing in the same recycled air, drooping around like a whiny little wuss. The last thing I need is cabin fever. But I didn’t want to go on yet another repetitive nature walk, no! That’d just bore me at this point…
Suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. My eyes lit up and a grin found its way onto my face as I said aloud, “I’ll take a day trip to Lavaridge! Perfect idea!” A lighter step found its way to my soles as I waltzed to my dresser and began to slap on an outfit, as well as a pair of trunks for the spas. I haven’t been to the pools in ages, certainly not since Amber had moved out. He always loved that place with a passion, and I couldn’t blame him! Relaxing, hot, humid, and, of course, crawling with hot chicks, (and even some hot guys, too~) who could resist the place? Maybe some dull, old ice pokemon could; eh, their loss.
Having gotten all my stuff, I made my way out the front door and into the ashen landscape. Lavaridge was on the other side of Mt. Chimney, the side that the winds blew from. Because of that, Fallarbor town would always get the ash blown over to us, creating an eerie gray film over the plants and grass. For us fire types in the region, it was our little winter, just without the wretched cold. I’d never really seen winter before, and I certainly didn’t intend to.
I sighed, taking just a few more moments to look at the ashen landscape. Things always begin with the first step, as they say, and Arceus knows I need a new beginning, because this isn’t getting me anywhere. A thundering clammer echoed down from the coughed up clouds veiling Mt. Chimney. I stared upwards with an indifferent stoicism, hiding an expression of longing and need, which tore at the seems to get out. It was time to get going.
#
Well, it was pretty relaxing. The walk was relatively uneventful, and try to get into the “chill-out” mood, I just decided to not think. For the most part, it was nice. The weather was fair, not many people out on the road, and sure, the trek was quite long, but I really didn’t mind. In hindsight, I was in a state of complete and utter denial, but I’ll be damned if I ought not to have been.
The spa, however, was absolutely amazing; it really hit the spot. Oddly enough, there weren’t a whole lot of people there. Than again, it was fall; people didn’t really come around that time. It was only the winter and summer that people really came here. As for the spring and fall, there are plenty of prettier places in Hoenn than around Mt. Chimney during the transition seasons. That, and the recent mixup here at the volcano with Team Magma really brought some bad publicity to these parts. Their damn trouble making almost cost us the entirety of Hoenn.
Anyway, I relaxed there, had lunch in a road-side cafe, and I tried not to think about stuff. Tried. I didn’t actually succeed, but for the most part, it was certainly one of the better days that I’d had in a long time. And I smiled. I was surprised that even after this morning’s debacle that I could even find myself to stop frowning, let alone actually smile.
After I had left the spa, I thought about whether I should go home or not. Fact is, I really didn’t want too. Go home to more depression, more sulking, more inaction. I came here to get away from all that, obviously. Maybe I’ll do something else, I thought. There’s no reason I couldn’t stay out late or anything, of course not!
I wondered around Lavaridge some, looking for a place to kill time. There weren’t a lot of people out, most had gone home at this hour, or out to dinner or something. I did notice a good amount wearing rather show-offy clothing, even some sporting what looked to be glow sticks or something, I don’t know.
After walking up a few blocks, and getting a few weird looks, I turned and finally saw what was attracting them: there was a rather small building, with a dingy appearance; it was even rusting. Damn thing must’ve been old and in disrepair. However, on the front was a set of brilliant red neon lights: “Club Charcoal”. Standing in front was an impressively tall and buff Mightyena, who must’ve been about 9 feet tall, just a couple feet short of myself. This must’ve been the bouncer, no doubt. He had that attentive air about him: arms crossed, staring at passerby’s with squinted, intimidating eyes. I decided to walk up closer to the club, curiosity running through my mind. It wasn’t up until I was about ten feet away from the club that the wolf-mon had actually taken notice of me
At first he was taken aback. His eyes widened some as he caught sight of myself. I must’ve been the largest guy he’d ever seen in his life judging by his reaction! It was actually kinda cute to see. He stepped back a little in surprise, before composing himself back into his stoic and defensive stance, remembering his post.
“U-uh, can I help you, sir?” He said in a real deep voice. Though he sounded quite intimidating on his own, I could tell a good portion of it was an act. Over the years I’ve learned how to see through those sort of games. When you’re over ten feet tall and three tons in size, you’re able to really see through all sorts of ‘tough guy’ acts.
For a split second, I actually considered going in. I hadn’t been to a club in such a long time. But than I thought about the cons: it’s too late, I’m too tired, I’ve got work tomorrow, blah blah blah. But I’ve been cooped up in my house for the longest damn time. It was time I did something.
“I want in”, I replied.
“Name?”
“Luce Ash-“
“Yeah, you ain’t on the list,” he interrupted. Now he was pushing this tough guy act way too far, and it was starting to irritate me. Of course, I didn’t need to do much to change his mind.
“Listen, pup,” I started, taking a step towards him, cracking one of my knuckles (Which might as well have been someone snapping a ton of chicken bones by the sound of it) “I’m bored, and pissed, and I ain’t in any mood to mess around, got it?” I took another step towards him, practically an inch in front of him at this point, forcing him to look two feet straight up at my face. “Now, if I were you, I’d let me in, because I’m a pretty nice guy; the kinda guy who wouldn’t snap, oh, say, a rude bouncer in half if he happened to make a few right choices, right?” That got him. He stepped back, still trying to act tough, though I could see his tail in between his legs.
He apologized for the trouble, and let me in. Once inside, I saw a large stairwell descending down into the volcanic rock. I knew it had to be an underground club or something. I lumbered down the stairs, opening a pair of tall, metal-grated doors, and entered what seemed to be a complete assault on the senses.
I’m not sure if it was the intense smell of sweat or the bright red lights that hit me first, or perhaps the pumping of the music, which felt like I was being pushed by someone my size. Walking in, I noticed a sea of pokemon just going crazy, all of whom had to be at least four feet shorter than me. Despite my hulking physique, no one really took any attention to my presence, they just continued to dance their crazy little hearts out. It was also sort of hard to see: the obvious theme of the club was volcanic. The furniture and walls were all a dark, obsidian black, lined with the fiery veins of the neon lights, all of which glowed a distinct vermillion hue. Their light cut into a screen of smoke, which wafted about the entire building; whether it was natural or artificial was unknown.
Thank goodness I’m a fire type, I thought. I felt bad for any poor Grovyle or Glaceon who was dragged into this hell hole by an over-enthusiastic fire type friend of theirs. I sure as hell didn’t see any ice or grass types down here. As for myself, I felt the entire place to be incredibly invigorating. It was dark, hot, and fiery; my kinda place. I could feel the heat coursing through my veins, and it felt damned amazing. However, I wasn’t ready to dance and get down quite yet; I needed to loosen up a bit, get some poison in me. Dancing sober is fun, which sucks. Why settle for just fun when you can settle for drunk as hell and going insane?
Thus, I decided to head my way to the bar. Of course, I had no idea where the hell I was going. I asked one pokemon, a tiny Flareon chick decked out in an array of yellow glow-sticks, where the bar was. Took her a while to realize I was asking her a question, but she responded, pointed in the direction, and I followed.
The bar, itself, was actually around a couple corners, away from the dance floor itself, which had been a LOT larger than I at first thought. It was quieter over in the bar, no doubt a part of the club that was meant for those who wanted to rest or just chat, and not have to fight the music or the crowed of dancers going insane. Of course, it adhered to the same design: black marble-top counter with red LED lights shining beneath it, with large black stools aiding their services to the behinds of all sorts of dancers, drinkers, ravers, and clubbers, some of whom were CLEARLY drunk off their ass.
For some reason, I felt shy tonight. Maybe it was the blues, maybe it was the fact that I’d never been here, or maybe I just felt a bout of random introvertedness. Either way, I ambled over to the far end of the far, furthest away from all the Dionysian commotion which dominated outside. I sat myself at a bar stool, which, by some miracle of Arceus itself, did NOT break when I sat down. Of course, I did wait a few seconds, anticipating the creaks to turn into splinters and cracks, eventually shattering and sending me down an uncomfortable, three foot fall, no doubt plunging me into a pool of embarrassment and self consciousness. Just because I was one of the strongest, if not THE strongest, pokemon in the Hoenn region, didn’t mean I didn’t feel awkward or emberresed from time to time. I’m actually not half bad at making myself look like a total goof every once in a while.
After a couple minutes, a rather disgruntled Cofagrigus appeared in front of me, and it sorta startled me for a moment. Of course, I didn’t flinch or anything. “What do you wanna drink, ah?” He asked impatiently with a frown lined with sharp, ghostly teeth. Cofagrigus aren’t known for their loving smile, and this one seemed extra P.O.ed. Judging by how packed the damn place was, I had no doubt in my mind he was overworked and tired of serving the loud and sweaty lot of pokemon who’d probably been throwing all sorts of demands his way. He didn’t even show a moment’s notice to my size like most pokemon.
“Eh, just gi’mme your strongest beer!” I said enthusiastically. He reciprocated with a scoff, and turned away, his many phantasmal arms all at work, whether it was mixing a drink or cleaning a spill. I turned away and sat, just soaking in the intense vibe of the place. This place HAD to be new if I hadn’t known about it. I haven’t left the house much since Amber left, so it’s gotta be a month old, maybe less. Of course, I can understand why it is so damn packed — it’s the only club in the area. All the major clubs in Hoenn are over in Sootopolis, and those clubs are water-themed (and if one thing is true, it’s water types do NOT know how to party).
A couple minutes had passed, and I finally got my beer. It was strong and bitter, albeit a little light. This place really needed to up its game in the drink department. Anyway, I just sat and sipped my drink away. Just as I was about to call for another, I began to hear some commotion on my left. About six seats away at the very end of the bar sat what appeared to be a really short, skinny Jolteon. What was odd, though, was that her head was buried in her arms on the counter, like a kid sleeping in school. Intrigued, I approached her, just to make sure she was all right. My initial assumption was she was drunk off her ass and needed a ride home or something. Turns out I was wrong in that department, and another one as well.
Having reached the lightning pokemon’s seat, I reached down my hand and poked her back with finger, which was larger than the thing’s entire head. “A-are you okay, ma’am?” I asked politely.
I couldn’t hear a response. I probably can’t hear her, I thought, so I leaned down onto the counter. However, at that moment, I began to hear a faint weeping noise; the poor thing was crying. Taken aback by this discovery, I ask in a much more compassionate tone, “Are you okay? Do you want to talk?” The Jolteon stopped crying for a moment, looking up from the dark enclave to reply in a sober and tearful tone:
“I-I’m actually a g-guy, and n-no, I’m not…” Awkward. I blushed a deep red, placing one of my paws on my head in shame.
“I-I’m so sorry! I can be a dumb-ass at times, heh~” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little. I actually got a slight chuckle out of the little guy, which made me feel warm inside, and I could tell it wasn’t from the blaring heat of the environment. I sighed and leaned back down a little, trying my best to get as close to eye-level as I could with the poor thing. “B-but seriously, can I help you at all?”
“No, j-just leave me alone, please…” He replied, starting to weep more and more again. I felt bad for him though; I couldn’t leave a poor, crying pokemon alone like that. I took my paw back and turned around, walking back down the bar towards the ghostly bartender. I figured I’d get him some napkins; he probably needed tissues, by the sound of how stuffy his voice was. However, just as I walked by my seat, an Ursaring and a Granbull, both muscular and adorning black wife-beaters, pass by me. There was no one else between me and the Jolteon, so I felt a little wary. I turned around just in time to witness what was about to happen.
“Waddup, faggot!?” the Granbull jeered, sitting next to the Jolteon. “Glad we found yah! Thought your ass could run away, did yah!?”
“You’re in for one hell of a beating!” The Ursaring belted, before pushing the Jolteon into the counter with a sickening thud, yelping painfully upon impact.
That’s where I drew the line. I clenched both of my titanic fists, my fingers cracking sounding as though entire bones were snapping like twigs in my grasp, or perhaps the spines of those two punks. As I made my way, the Ursaring grabbed the Jolteon by his shirt, lifting him up as he flailed around like a fish, crying out for dear life.
“Put him down, now,” I said calmly, grabbing the attention of the two morons in front of me.
The Ursaring snickered, still looking at his writhing captive. “Oh yeah, says who~ Oh…” He finally looked up at me, and I could tell he and his colleague knew they were in for trouble.
“Yeah, that’s right,” I replied, a cocky grin making its way into my muzzle. “Now put him down”
“Hah! It’s a him!? Couldn’t tell if the freak-homo was a girl or not!” the bear jeered alone with his friend. I walked closer to them, getting only a couple feet away from them. They stopped their little giggle fest, probably realizing they’d messed with the wrong Houndoom. Still, the mangy pair had balls, and they sure as hell didn’t stop.
“Listen,” The bull-dog pokemon started,” You don’t scare us, got it? Now why don’t you go on your way, and-“
In an instant I reach out both my paws, grabbing the two idiots by the neck and slamming them against the wall, lifting them a good six feet off the ground. Luckily, the Ursaring dropped the Jolteon the moment I grabbed him, and he continued to crawl to the corner, clearly trying to get out of my way.
“Really? I don’t? Because it looks like you guys are about to piss yourselves in fear,” I snarled, squeezing their puny little necks. Luckily, I didn’t snap ‘em. One little squeeze could’ve killed them in an instant; good thing I kept my anger under check. Of course, their eyes practically covered the entire top half of their head with how wide they were. They reached up to try to fight the grasp of my paws, tugging on my massive fingers in futility. “Now, I think it’s time YOU two listen! I don’t know why you’re messing with this poor guy, nor do I wanna know! But I best see you bastards leave, GOT IT?” I yelled, my muzzle snarling in their faces.
They both nodded weakly, debilitated from their obvious lack of oxygen. I grinned impishly, before casually tossing the two of them behind me, both landing into the counter with a loud crash, before getting up and scurrying away. I couldn’t help but laugh. What a bunch of pussies, I thought. Only a couple seconds passed by until I remembered the Jolteon, who was still tuckered away in the corner.
I jolted over to the corner and reached out one of my paws, gently picking him up and setting him in my lap as I sat at the end stool. At first he was scared, struggling weakly against my grip. However, once I sat him down in my lap and took him into a soft embrace, he finally got the message that I meant no harm, and he calmed down. He didn’t stop crying though, so I just let him do his thing. It wasn’t until now that I finally got a good look at him. Even though I hadn’t seen his face, he had beautiful, neon yellow fur, with a brilliant, snowy white mane spiking out from his neck. Jolteon fur was notorious for being incredibly sharp and bristly, even able to stab opponents in battle, yet his was like a fine, asian silk, as though it were made of a soft breeze.
I continued to stroke his fur, and he finally began to let up. Any desire to go dance and party had been completely eclipsed by my need to take care of this guy. Seeing those two scumbags hurt him was absolutely sickening, and I’m surprised I didn’t beat them to a pulp. I knew first hand what it was like to deal with bigots. I remember one day when Amber was in the 8th grade, still a Vulpix, and a couple of Luxray’s decided to give him a hard time. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna let anyone touch my son, or anyone innocent and defenseless for that matter.
Than, it somehow hit me. It felt like I’d gone back in time to that very day, when I was comforting a sobbing, bullied Vulpix. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d done a justice for this poor fellow, I’d actually done something for once, and something honorable at that. I saw my own son in my arms that night, in the form of a lachrymal Jolteon, and I felt an incredible sense of warmth and grace.
And it wasn’t until he’d looked up towards my face that I finally got to see his true beauty: eyes as blue as the wild firmament gazed up onto my own, still soaked in icy tears. Even though his face was flushed, he still displayed exquisite yellow coat over his face. He had very soft, delicate features, with an angelic smile that beamed with appreciation and joy amidst the lachrymal haze. He sniffled a little as his ears, which had been flopped like a bunny’s, finally became erect; they must’ve been a good two feet or so in size! They weren’t wide, but they sure were long!
His high, effeminate cheekbones complemented his brilliant eyes, which were almost hidden by his long, luscious yellow hair, which was what made me think he was a girl in the first place. He was… absolutely beautiful, to be honest. I couldn’t take my eyes off him for a second. His coat’s quality shined a yellow glow about him which made me almost swoon over in a soft sense of awe.
He stared back into my face for only a few seconds, before finally asking, “W-who are you…?”
I almost melted into a puddle at the sound of that voice. It was so damn soft, so damn smooth! My muzzle quivered, and I hesitated to speak. I thought, dare I even reply? I thought it offensive for my deep and scruffy voice to even try to converse with his velvet tone.
Of course, it took me a several seconds to realize I’d been staring at him like a lovesick fool. My offense towards my own silly gaffe overcame whatever superfluous feelings I had about talking, so I just replayed with an awkward blurt: “L-Luce Ashrain! At your service~”
“I-I’m Tesla Brooks,” He replied, giving me a soft and caring smile, which practically lit up my entire world. I must have been falling for the guy already; I couldn’t stop being all googly-eyed emotional; Hell, I was like a teenage girl meeting her favorite boy-band, but with less obnoxious screaming. “Ashrain… That’s a pretty name, heh,”
“T-thanks! Tesla… That’s a good name too!”
He smiled and a small blush formed on his cheeks; I could tell he was acting coy. It just made him that much more cute, honestly. “A-and… Thanks for saving me… I don’t know what I would’ve done-“
“Hey! It’s alrighty! I’m not gonna let to lowlives pick on someone as cute as you!” I exclaimed proudly, flashing him a confident smile. Suddenly, I heard a light crackling sound, almost like electricity or something. I poke my head up, looking around, until I noticed a flashing light coming from Tesla. I look down and notice that, not only were his cheeks blushing, but they were also sparking with electricity! My eyes widened in playful fascination, intrigued by the fancy little phenomenon.
“W-wow! Do your cheeks always do that!?”
“W-what are you-Oh!” Tesla widened his eyes and blushed even more, causing more sparks to erupt from his furry little cheeks. I giggled in response, pulling him closer against my chest.
“So… So why were those punks after you, little guy…?”
“Well…” He let out a soft sigh and looked down, the sparks in his cheeks starting to die out as a somber cloud drew its way onto his face. “Before I tell you, p-promise me you weren’t me or anything.”
“I’d never!” I belted. “Trust me, you’re safe with me.”
“Alright, heh… And once again, thanks. Anyway… They bully me because I’m, well… I’m sorta, g-… gay…”
Jackpot. I’m not sure what I did to win over Arceus’s favor, but damn, things were finally going in my favor! “Oh, so they’re a bunch of homophobic jerks, eh? You know, I really can’t stand people like that. Who in their right mind thinks it is right in ANY way to bully someone for such a stupid reason? Wish I’d really beaten their asses up, that’d teach em-“
“N-no! It’s okay, heh. I-I’m just glad you helped me back there, seriously.”
“You’re welcome, little guy! By the way, you aren’t hurt or anything, right?”
“I’m okay, thanks for asking. My head hurt a little earlier, but that’s about it.”
“That’s good; I’m just glad you’re alright.” He gave me another smile, his fingers strumming my heartstrings like a virtuoso. I couldn’t help but blush, too. He was just so damn amazing, and I don’t know why. But sitting in that bar stool, holding his soft body in my arms; it made me forget my troubles, my depression, my loneliness. He made me happy, and that meant the world to me. He was gay, too! I’d never really had a boyfriend before; only Amber’s mom. But… He was so beautiful, so handsome, and so sweet. I just had to go in for the kill.
“So, Tesla… I-I know this is sort of an awkward question, maybe even inappropriate, b-but… Are you single?
At that moment, his eyes lit up — and so did his sparks. They crackled like crazy as he backed away a little in my arms, giggling like a school girl. “Heheheh, well, I guess you could say that. How come?”
I grabbed one of his tiny, soft paws. “I was wondering if, maybe, you’d like to come back to my place?”
The cherub smiled. “I’d love to~”
#
No sooner from when I woke up that morning did my eyes open to greet the satin light of dawn. I stretched my arms and gave the sun a great, big yawn, before pulling off the sheets and hoping out of bed. I’ve always been the morning type. As I always say, “What better way then start the day with a smile?” I looked behind me and noticed that Luce was gone; probably out on some sort of walk or something. I shrugged, turning away from the bed. He’ll be back later, I thought.
I walked over to my dresser; my light pink nightgown glowing in the morning rays, as though they were the petals of some flower waking up to the beautiful caress of the sun’s rays. I smiled and reached for the dresser, nabbing my wedding ring off the dresser and slipping it onto one of my fingers. I’d never dare sleep with it; if I ever lost something so precious and meaningful to me, I don’t know what I’d do!
I changed clothing, slipping myself into a pair of skinny jeans, and a long, pink t-shirt with a beautiful butterfly print, which went down almost to my knees like a dress. I checked myself out in the mirror, absolutely loving my cute outfit. Content with my appearance, I made my way out the door and into the brilliantly lit hallway, glowing in the morning sun. I always loved sunlight; it made me feel energized and ready to go, especially in the morning. Who needs coffee when they have the sun? I swear, I don’t understand people sometimes.
I pranced downstairs, a light spring in my step, as the soft creaks of the stairs complemented the jocund atmosphere. I passed through the living room, the furniture lit up in a heavenly light, greeting the merry ghost who’d passed through. I finally got to the kitchen, ready to have me a delicious breakfast; maybe a spicy omelet, and a glass of milk! And some delicious oran berries on the side~. I was practically licking my muzzle in anticipation!
But then I caught sight of something out of the corner of my eye. I turned towards our dining table, and I saw the most beautiful sight. Sitting atop the beautiful oak was a clear, tall, and curvy vase. The water inside was as clear as a perfect diamond, bending the sunlight in ways the mind could’ve thought impossible. Inside the vase, itself, was a single flower; its green and healthy stem gracefully rising out like a dancer, greeting the new day with a most beauteous waltz. The flower head gleamed as a glory ray shot through the windows, shining upon the floral beauty. The petals, which were a soft, lilac hue, seemed to float like clouds in the divine light; a halo forming around their crisp, delicate edges.
The sight simply took my breath way; I even wanted to cry. I tread softly across the kitchen floor, over to the table, before noticing a soft, white note at the foot of the vase. I picked it up, and saw on the front, “From Luce”. Even now, I can’t describe the torrent of love which washed over me. My knees nearly buckled at the sensation, and it took me a few seconds to regain my composure. But upon recovery, I opened the note ever so softly, my heart beating like a drum. “With love~ To Tesla.”
Suddenly I felt something giant wrap around me, taking me into a giant, loving, and oh-so warm embrace. “Good morning, sweetheart! Do you like the flowers?”