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rivalkidneypunch) wrote2009-03-30 02:24 am
rivalkidneypunch) wrote2009-03-30 02:24 am
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Charmeleon was back in his own body.
That body-switching crap must have only lasted for a... how long had it been? Char's calendar told him it was roughly a week, but his memory told him it couldn't have been more than a day or so. There were some fuzzy hints of somethings -- promising Genny he wouldn't do anything to Colin, then inviting Colin out for... shit. Out for what? He didn't have any sort of plan in mind. He just had some bullshit need to fuck things up, and this time he had to drag somebody down with him. Genny was going to rip him in half. He was right; the stupid kid couldn't have been more than Bulba's age, and here Char had masqueraded as somebody he respected and spat right on that respect.
There was something symbolic in that, but Char didn't want to think about that. Remorse wasn't his style, and it wasn't like any of the higher-ups could expel him for it -- if anything, they'd boot Genny out on his ass. It'd serve the annoying little prick right. Better him than Char getting expelled. It wasn't like he was looking for a way out. He didn't wanna be the one getting caught for that shit. Char... oh, fuck it. Wiping a week out of his memory hadn't cured his panicked urge to get out -- run away -- bow out gracefully while he still could. Things were gonna come crashing down around him eventually, so it was better to tear them down with his own hands. None of that bullshit could hurt him that way -- couldn't everyone see it was exactly what he wanted?
Charmeleon still hadn't checked his email. He'd migrated to Rasputin's bed that night -- Bulba had stopped coming by sometime last week, apparently. Good for him. The nightmares must have stopped. So Char nestled himself against his spider instead, eyes on his laptop and fingers hovering above the touchpad.
He couldn't ignore the reply forever. He took a deep breath and clicked.
Char didn't know what he'd expected. "Who are you" or "screw off" or something, maybe. What he got instead hit a lot harder.
I'm so sorry, Kerosene. I shouldn't have made you wait so long. As soon as the daycare man said you'd run away, I knew it was my fault. We looked all over for you. We never gave up, even when we found your dog tag by the riverbank.
I told Adrenaline and Alkaline. They miss you. I miss you. You can never forget your first Pokemon. No matter how long it's been, you're still my Kerosene.
I don't know where you are or how you got at a computer, Kerosene, but if you can find it in you to forgive me... come home. Please.
It wasn't "who are you" or "screw off." It was a way out.
--
I dunno if I need to talk to somebody or find somebody to punch out.
...Think I'm gonna do somethin' desperate.
That body-switching crap must have only lasted for a... how long had it been? Char's calendar told him it was roughly a week, but his memory told him it couldn't have been more than a day or so. There were some fuzzy hints of somethings -- promising Genny he wouldn't do anything to Colin, then inviting Colin out for... shit. Out for what? He didn't have any sort of plan in mind. He just had some bullshit need to fuck things up, and this time he had to drag somebody down with him. Genny was going to rip him in half. He was right; the stupid kid couldn't have been more than Bulba's age, and here Char had masqueraded as somebody he respected and spat right on that respect.
There was something symbolic in that, but Char didn't want to think about that. Remorse wasn't his style, and it wasn't like any of the higher-ups could expel him for it -- if anything, they'd boot Genny out on his ass. It'd serve the annoying little prick right. Better him than Char getting expelled. It wasn't like he was looking for a way out. He didn't wanna be the one getting caught for that shit. Char... oh, fuck it. Wiping a week out of his memory hadn't cured his panicked urge to get out -- run away -- bow out gracefully while he still could. Things were gonna come crashing down around him eventually, so it was better to tear them down with his own hands. None of that bullshit could hurt him that way -- couldn't everyone see it was exactly what he wanted?
Charmeleon still hadn't checked his email. He'd migrated to Rasputin's bed that night -- Bulba had stopped coming by sometime last week, apparently. Good for him. The nightmares must have stopped. So Char nestled himself against his spider instead, eyes on his laptop and fingers hovering above the touchpad.
He couldn't ignore the reply forever. He took a deep breath and clicked.
Char didn't know what he'd expected. "Who are you" or "screw off" or something, maybe. What he got instead hit a lot harder.
I'm so sorry, Kerosene. I shouldn't have made you wait so long. As soon as the daycare man said you'd run away, I knew it was my fault. We looked all over for you. We never gave up, even when we found your dog tag by the riverbank.
I told Adrenaline and Alkaline. They miss you. I miss you. You can never forget your first Pokemon. No matter how long it's been, you're still my Kerosene.
I don't know where you are or how you got at a computer, Kerosene, but if you can find it in you to forgive me... come home. Please.
It wasn't "who are you" or "screw off." It was a way out.
--
I dunno if I need to talk to somebody or find somebody to punch out.
...Think I'm gonna do somethin' desperate.
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