MATURE: It Goes On And On... (Chapter 2 is up)

[Cabaret]

Hello all. This is my Sinnoh fic. I call it that because it's my only one that takes place in Sinnoh. My favorite thing I've done with the fic is had multiple protagonists. It gives so much more insight. Anyways, this is the closest you're going to get with me writing a fic that is "normal."

It's Mature for language and suggested substance abuse. That is all.

It Goes On And On...

Chapter One: Something Bad Is Happening

“Tell me, does this make you feel anything?”

“No.”

“Well how about now?”

“Still no.”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“Really?

“No.”

“Oh come on!” Barry protested, “Don’t be a jerk about this!”

“I’m not being a jerk, Barry. You know I’m not…like you. You can stop trying to woo me or whatever you would call it.” Lucas said, as the sound of a surreal sitar played on Lucas’s radio. The boys had set up “camp” in Lucas’s bedroom for the night, reading old Pokemon comic books and keeping themselves occupied.

“Fine. Be that way.” Barry sulked, which Lucas couldn’t help but laugh at him. Lucas then took out…It. It was in a clear plastic bag, and It was pure.

“OHMYGOD, LUCAS!” Barry almost screamed like a little girl.

“Would you keep it down? I finally get my mom calm after four days of her being…you know, sick, and I swear, if you wake her up.”

“Where did you get that?” Barry hyperventilated, falling off of Lucas’s bed, onto the ground, almost landing on Lucas.

“Does it really matter where I got it? I just figured that we could just try it or something…”

“But it’s not safe! You know what happened to Red.” Barry protested, reverting back to the persona of a 10 year old, a frequent happening.

“How could I forget what happened to Red? Couldn’t find a tabloid that didn’t feature him.” Lucas knew what Barry was talking about, Red overdosing, disappearing off the face of the earth…

Barry snatched It from Lucas’s hand and ran out of Lucas’s room and down the hall, Lucas right behind him.

“I won’t let you do It!” Barry squealed, staggering into Lucas’s bathroom, dangling it above the toilet. Lucas froze at the doorframe. He knew Barry would do it, he would flush it, he didn’t have any problem with being a downer. Being a loser, Lucas thought.

“Barry,” Lucas said hushed, “Be reasonable about this. “

“What is there to be reasonable about? This is wrong, Lucas! I mean, I’m all for doing risky stuff, but It is excessive.”

“Barry, just trust me on this.” Lucas protested.

“Lucas, you could die.”

“Barry, give it back.” Lucas said without trying to sound desperate.

“But-“

Lucas planted a kiss on Barry’s lips. Barry’s eyes got wide and surprised, but then relaxed. Lucas placed his hand on Barry’s, taking the bag from him gracefully. Barry’s tense muscles became relaxed, his eyes tearing up. Lucas now released, backing away slowly.

“Now I’m going to go try this. And if you’re in, you’re in. And if you’re out, well that’s just too bad.”

Barry followed Lucas to his room.

……………………

“I’m 19 and male, I play bowling and racquetball. I have an allergy to Oran and Rawst Berries. I went to training school in Jubilife, I screwed this one girl named Jen at a beach house during spring break in Sunnyshore. I run this gym that no one cares for. And my pokémon think I’m always depressed.”

Roark put down the pen and studied what he had written. This was his life, sure, it was cliché. He wished he had a new one, almost everyday. Was this all he was going to amount to, a professional pokémon trainer? He might as well take out his tricycle and go back to grade school. In his eyes, pokémon training was for children, and those who never stopped being children. His dad, his grandfather (may he rest in peace), and all those who came before him had had some special bond with pokémon or something. They were all successful and rich and famous, and therefore, happy too.

Roark was poor, unsuccessful, and getting older. He wrote down, “Sometimes I feel my life is ending.” He took one more look, then shut his journal.

The phone rings.

“Roark, gym leader of the Oreburg Gym, located in Oreburg in Sinnoh. What seems to be the-“

“Mr. Roark, sir! This is Bob, your pokémon assistant, sir!” Bob boomed into the phone, causing a splitting headache for Roark.

“Yes, Yes Bob, I know who you are.” Roark said annoyed.

“Sir, there is something wrong in the mines, sir!”

“What do you mean?”

“Many workers are hurt, sir!”

“Oh my-, just, Bob what is the problem-“

“Well we were-“

Boom.

“Bob…Bob…?”

Silence.

……………….

“People might think I’m very manly, I make a big stink when I must but you know what, fuck them. I’ll stay very professional, never that nonchalant. If I’m a bitch, well, I am what I am. Just call me champ, don’t call me lady. I don’t like to talk when I’m losing the game.”

Gardenia put down her pencil closed her journal. She guessed it was a good idea after all to start doing this journal thing.

“Oh well, time to call Cynthia. Maybe she can finally come home today.”

 

[Flaze]

Re: It Goes On And On...

Well that kiss scene between Barry and Lucas took me by surprise xD. Though I had already expecting it judging from the lines of dialogue.

Overall I think the chapter too short I meant not a lot happened and I still think you should use more description towards the surrounded; actually I felt you didn't focus on describing the emotions a lot in this chapter either.

 

[Pride]

Re: It Goes On And On...

Yeah that kiss scene kind of shocked me.

But like Stellar Haze said, you should've made it a longer chapter. Not a lot happened.

Other than that, I'd like to see where this goes.

 

[Cabaret]

Re: It Goes On And On...

I...well this is awkward. I took a break and came back to this and decided to have a full plan on what this fic was going to be. A little bit of mystery, a little romance, action, humor etc. Plus the story's been planned out. I sincerely hope you like the finished product of Chapter 2.

It Goes On And On- Chapter 2- Something VERY Bad Is Happening

Spoiler

Lucas awoke early the next morning. Too early, he supposed. Barry’s head lay stiffly on his stomach while his arms and legs were wrapped around Lucas’s lower half. Their drug induced la-de-da was long over, though the effects still showed on their bodies. Lucas’s eyes were bloodshot and Barry’s hand kept an ever-changing twitch. He had managed to creak the window open half way last night in order to thin out most of the evidence, and for the most part, it worked. A slight chill sifted its way through the window, merely the effects of another summer in a winter town.

“Unfff…um…” Barry spit out as he seemed to be speaking in a dream. Lucas, unamused, slowly peeled Barry’s warm body off of his waist and legs.

Oh what a lovely headache, Lucas thought as he arose from the bed. I feel younger than springtime, or some other metaphor or simile or whatever.

Summertime had taken its needed toll on the little town of Twinleaf. The maple leaves turned from brown to emerald after a long winter. Still, a chilled atmosphere pervaded the region. Luckily, the house managed to provide a level of warmth.

Lucas started down at the sleeping infant before him. Barry’s blond hair always maintained an ever-present glow, no matter the circumstances. It was practically golden. Normally Lucas would flow a hand through the hair, but he needed Aspirin, stat.

He trudged down the stairs after managing to trip a total of 3 times, and went to the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of water and received some tablets from the medicine cabinet.

“So.”

Lucas turned around. Oh, darling mother. “Uh…hey Mom.”

“Tell me Lucas, and I want a straight response. What the actual shit?”

Lucas choked on his water. “Ugh, um. Er, what?”

“I’m not stupid. Nor am I transparent. Look at me in the eyes, please.”

His mother seemed to retire her old worn bathrobe and was now fresh and clean after a four day torment she had put on her son. Any trace of her previous episodes of panic and depression had seemingly washed away. Lucas knew this wasn’t the case, but she was having one of her good days.

“Mom, I don’t know what you’re…are those new earrings?”

“Lucas, I might be willing to look over your general shitheadedness if you were just completely honest with me. Did you do what we both know you did last night?” Joanna tapped her foot with pressure that could break stones. Or stoners. (badump)

“Mom, look I just…I guess I can’t lie. Look, I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again, I swear. If it’s any consolation it was the smallest-“

“Lucas. You’re a grown boy who is capable of making his own decisions and all that jazziness. I just want you to be careful. I mean I heard it all. You seemed to knock over a lot of things.” Joanna asserted that she wasn’t upset. Lucas was relieved.

“Uh, yeah we tried being really quiet with it.” Lucas added.

“Well as long as you were safe about it. Hopefully it didn’t hurt too much.” Joanna finished, as she started pouring herself a cup of coffee from the pot sitting on the stove.

Safe…hurt…wait…, Lucas thought.

“Barry’s always been like a brother to you but I always knew you boys were a little too close.” Joanna chuckled. Lucas couldn’t help but wonder if she was holding back a tear.

“Wait…Mom, did you think that Barry and I? Are you suggesting that…”

“I’m not suggesting anything, Lucas. What are you suggesting? Everything’s on the table now and it’s fine. Okay. Arceus, you have such an attitude.” Joanna flitted from the kitchen to the living room. Lucas wasn’t sure what he was going to say that would upset her anymore. It helped best to remain powerless.

“Mom, did you sleep well? You seem to be having a nice morning.” Lucas offered up, sitting down in an armchair.

“It was absolutely wonderful. There’s a dead Bidoof in the front yard. I’m going to go take pictures of it later.” Joanna said, staring at the wall with a blank expression.

“Well that’s…something. I’m going to go wake Barry up.” Lucas rose, realizing that a conversation with his mom was not something he wants in his morning.

“Where’d you hide the cigarettes.”

“Excuse me?”

“The cigarettes, Lucas. You weren’t born deaf. I would know if you were. They would’ve told me.”

“Mom, I threw them away. They’re not good for you.”

“I never liked you.”

“I’m going to go wake Barry up. You should go put on a coat. You have a doctors appointment in an hour.”

“I bet Barry’s going to be walking funny this morning. I mean AM I RIGHT?!” his mom laughed, changing from serious to upset to happy in the mere matter of ten seconds.

“Mom we didn’t fucking have sex. And that wasn’t funny. Go put on a coat.” Lucas groaned and trudged back upstairs.

Barry was already awake when Lucas returned, for he was lying on the bed and staring at the motionless ceiling fan, his eyes even more bloodshot than Lucas’s.

“Mom’s under the impression we had sex. “ Lucas said, taking off his navy blue t-shirt.

“Did we?” asked Barry in a tired and curious voice. Barry looked more mousy than ever, his pupils much larger than Lucas’s and his hands curling up and down as they rested on the bed.

“You’re a funny boy.” Lucas deadpanned.

Barry admired Lucas’s shirtless body. Lucas didn’t have a very toned body and was overall very skinny, but even Barry managed to look like more of a twig. Barry couldn’t help but let a little smile protrude as he watched Lucas find a shirt.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Lucas smirked, not even having to look at Barry directly to know that he was staring at his body.

“Oh but I have. You’ve seen my phone.” Barry perked, feeling a small sense of pride over the accomplishment.

“You’re such a panic.” Lucas said as he put on his maroon button up shirt over a fresh white t-shirt.

Barry had feelings for Lucas from the day he met him in Kindergarten. Granted, Barry wasn’t able to figure out that they were in fact, “feelings” until after Lucas and him had both left on their separate trips. Barry confessed his love for him a few summer’s ago and Lucas had sort of shrugged it off. He didn’t feel the same way, but he didn’t really care that Barry had the world’s largest crush on him, either. Still, Lucas let him watch while he undressed so that had to count for something, at least in Barry’s eyes.

Lucas’s phone blinked. A text message from Dawn: “Something very bad is happening. Come to my place in Sandgem. NOW.”

……..

Smoke poured out of the Oreburgh Mine. Emergency vehicles and officers, along with dozens of miners surveying the congested area, surrounded the entrance. Rescue workers flittered from one place to another, helping wounded miners and technicians. Trucks from local news stations such as Sinnoh Now had reporters set up in front of the entrance doing reports, seemingly unaware of the dangers they could be in. It was pure chaos.

“ Three confirmed dead, 19 wounded in a series of explosions at the Oreburgh Mines today. Eyewitnesses are calling it a man made explosion by a number of unknown perpetrators, who, after taking an unknown number of items and materials from the mine by force, set off a series of bombs planted in four sectors of the area, the workers of the mine…”

Three confirmed dead.

“We know that the explosion could have lead to a region wide disaster, for the lowest level of the mine being below sea level. Luckily, the explosion only caused damage in the upper levels of the mine…”

Roark watched as the rescue workers doing what they could for the injured miners. After a few hours of examination and airing out the mine, it was to be taped off until deemed safe. Of course this would mean hell for the town. Where were they going to get their power? Without the mine, they could only go so long before they ran out. But the mine was just too unsafe for anyone…

Sigh. Time to call Dad.

Roark’s phone rang.

“Roark, gym leader of the Oreburgh Gym, located in Oreburgh. Which is located in Sinnoh. Our office hours are-“

“Never mind that.” A deep, quick voice interrupted Roark. “We know who you are. We’re watching you.”

“Oh, oh really? Well my interview about the mine explosion isn’t supposed to air until later this morning but I mean I guess they started it earli-“

“NO. THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT.” The voice rumbled, clearly agitated. “Seems like your precious Oreburgh is losing steam, is it not? Or should I say- coal? Bahahaha.” The voice grumbled on.
“Look, if you’re trying to be funny it’s not really working. I mean, people died and all.” Roark seemed quite puzzled by the mans horrible sense of humor, but was still easily annoyed, even through dire times.

“You listen here, Gym Leader. Sinnoh is going to the dogs. Oreburgh was step number one. We called you to give you a head start. Mustn’t get too nervous now.”

“Trust me I’m not nervous. Nor am I scared. I’m going to trace this number and when the police find out who you-“

“WHEN HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A POLICE OFFICER IN SINNOH?!” the voice boomed.

Roark thought for a moment. “Okay, that’s fair. But why are you doing this. Who are you? Why did you feel the need to call me?”

“My, how many questions do we have here? Gym Leader, pack up your things and leave Sinnoh. We live in perilous times. There will be bloodshed, and the last thing you want is to have to clean it up.”

“Listen, I don’t know who you are or what you’re trying to do here. But I’m pretty sure you’re talking to the wrong guy. I’m a nobody.” Roark protested. Now he was starting to get scared.

“This is Roark, right? The Gym Leader?” the deep voice suddenly reverted to a higher pitched, yet equally gruff tone.

“Um…yeah. This is him.”

“Yeah, no, we have the right guy. And you’re starting to annoy us, Gym Leader. Better watch your back. First Oreburgh, then Sinnoh. It’ll perish. So, where will you stand when the flood comes?”

“Is that a biblical quote?”

“…………………” the line was dead.

Roark knew shit was going down in Sinnoh. Daddy wasn’t going to like this.

Well, that's Chapter 2 for ya. Hope you like it. Love to hear what you think, too.