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Chapter 1: One Hundred Suns Until We Part
berserker823
Jun 11, 2018
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The sun was not even peeking over the horizon when my exhaustion-crusted eyelids parted and hazel eyes stared up at a Chansey Egg ceiling. I heard soft snoring beside me and the scent of vanilla filled my nostrils. Silently, I slunk out from beneath a blanket and stood up, freezing when the floorboards creaked beneath my average weight. I checked back at the queen-sized bed and smirked at the peaceful expression sleeping beside where I had been slumbering myself.copyright protection4PENANA9ij2JK3UTC

            Violet Cassidy and I have been together for six years now and we have been living together for two. When we graduated the academy, she immediately signed up to be a Pokémon Trainer. Battling, catching Pokémon, and all that jazz never really interested me, but I traveled with her across the Kanto Region nevertheless. It gave me the opportunity to gain some perspective and experience away from our quaint living in Pallet Town that I could better utilize into my true passion. Writing. It was why I was up before the sun.copyright protection4PENANAP4DtipZfZK

            I left Violet to continue her slumber and snuck out of the bedroom with my laptop under my arm. I closed our bedroom door behind me, twisting the doorknob ahead of time to prevent the spring-loaded latch from making any noise that could awaken Violet. I breathed a sigh of relief and hurried down the hall to my favorite part of our home.copyright protection4PENANA2JgmhLMpD7

            It was a large windowsill; spacious enough to firmly plant myself upon it and providing me with enough peaceful inspiration from the expansive backyard to drive my creative juices forward. I set my laptop on my chest, balancing it with my stomach, and bent my knees to a more comfortable position. I opened my laptop and moved the cursor over to my preferred writing application. I clicked it and a blank page illuminated my face with endless possibilities. I began typing, my fingers dancing across the keyboard with grace. Click, click, clack echoed across an empty room. I paused at a period and then subtle scraping at the window adjacent to my person turned my attention to the bane of my existence.copyright protection4PENANAFMqZP9JT4C

            He was taller than I was, had an annoyingly fluffy coat of orange, black, and beige, and he knew every single way to piss me off. Way number one was to bother me when I was trying to write. Violet’s Arcanine sat on his rear and placed a single muddy paw the size of my face against the window, leaving behind muck on the glass.copyright protection4PENANAvUG8nZyney

“Arcanine! No, bad!” I tried scolding him, launching off to stop him from leaving more muddy paw prints.copyright protection4PENANA7ghoDz9qYM

            I exited out into the backyard and was immediately besieged upon by the Fire-type Pokémon. He pinned me down with his mud-covered paws and licked me relentlessly.copyright protection4PENANAxDzXDo7mhc

“Arc-Arcanine! St-Stop!” I sputtered out past slobber and tongue as he continued to Kalosian kiss me.copyright protection4PENANAYM6FVuFuRU

            A sharp whistle sent Arcanine off me and rushing to the safety of his kennel on the far end of the property. Standing over me, her hands on the beginning of the curve to her hips, was Violet. I lay there, two muddy paw prints staining my white tank top, and smiled past the slobber clinging to my face.copyright protection4PENANA2ZaknOTweS

“Morning, Vi,” I greeted her.copyright protection4PENANAjMwSK9gSvy

“It’s not even morning yet, Damon,” she told me in a tired voice, “You wake me up with your yelling and all because you’re playing with Arcanine?”copyright protection4PENANA5tkc9gGOKy

“I was not playing with that…,” I responded, pulling myself to my feet, but stopped with my response when I saw Violet’s cutting gaze.copyright protection4PENANAIMxT6VI0sX

            She dared me to insult her Pokémon and I knew better than to do so in front of her. I swallowed a lump that had grown in the back of my mouth from holding in my response for so long and rubbed the back of my neck with a grin.copyright protection4PENANASLKoDvxUn2

“I was just trying to get Arcanine to stop leaving muddy paw prints on the window,” I explained.copyright protection4PENANAstwNFF3muN

            Violet turned and saw the mess her Pokémon left behind. Her snow white hair cut across the pre-dawn air with frigid precision as she turned back to Arcanine’s kennel. I heard a yip and the massive Fire-type Pokémon ran for cover to avoid his Trainer’s glare despite that Trainer being a good foot shorter. Honestly, I believed the hospital misspelled Violet’s name when she was born. Yep. Totally forgot that n between the e and the t.copyright protection4PENANAUcAs6GoOGQ

“Blastoise! Front and center!” Violet ordered as if she was leading the Region’s military into war.copyright protection4PENANAMyCwXg1ubp

            Bubbling occurred at a small pond we had dug for Violet’s first ever Pokémon. The bulky Water-type covered in blue scales crawled out of the pond. Water dripped off of tough shell on Blastoise’s back as he approached Violet and I on all fours, standing almost as tall as she did.copyright protection4PENANAwDS2rxIuTc

“Please clean Arcanine’s mess,” Violet requested of her ace Pokémon, scratching the top of his head.copyright protection4PENANAiOpShvzFkf

            Blastoise nodded and a cannon stuck out of his shell above his shoulder. He gently sprayed water, effectively nullifying the invention of the garden hose in less than thirty seconds as the muddy paw prints were erased from history.copyright protection4PENANAw6O8DLpEfA

“Do you want pancakes?” I asked Violet.copyright protection4PENANA3MeWPFuxao

“Are you just using food to avoid getting in trouble?” she countered.copyright protection4PENANAKsc9luFU90

“I still don’t see how I’m in trouble in the first place,” I responded.copyright protection4PENANAaF7YOKKdpZ

“You woke me up,” Violet replied.copyright protection4PENANANtM1pCHT9R

“Your Pokémon…,” I tried to argue, but icy blue eyes glared up at me.copyright protection4PENANAiUku4FZJA8

            Without another word, Violet sauntered back into our home. I swear to Arceus, this is not as much of a reoccurring deal as it might seem to be. Yeah, Arcanine goes out of his way to pester me and yeah, Violet takes his side over mine, but I could try not to be baited into these situations by a Pokémon and every other part of my relationship with Violet is damn near perfection. We have our moments; don’t get me wrong, but we always work things out together. I love her and she loves me. Hell, I’m so close to deciding on getting that ring I saw at the Celadon City Department Store a few weeks ago.copyright protection4PENANAKKORIDCsQ1

            With a defeated sigh, I returned inside to clean myself up and hopefully manage to scrounge up what little time left to write. Violet may not be keen to wake up before the sun does like I am, but she is not a slob who sleeps in past noon. I found her back in our bed, already snoring as if she was an eighty-year old man. I regained my silence from when I woke up and deftly stepped into the adjacent bathroom without waking Violet up a second time.copyright protection4PENANAsEufGURnO1

            After a shower to clean myself of the muck and Arcanine slobber, I left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and stopped when I saw Violet resting on her knees in the center of our bed wearing black lingerie. Her short white hair and pale skin contrasted against the attire that clung to her curves and made her already ample assets even more pronounced.copyright protection4PENANAf6VzBZfAJP

“Holy… how long was I in the shower?” I questioned.copyright protection4PENANAJtzxliaXL1

“Really?” Violet responded, “That’s your question?”copyright protection4PENANAYeFttlnlJb

“Right… sorry… what’s the occasion, my flower?” I corrected myself.copyright protection4PENANAmYhhyShOt0

            Violet rolled her eyes and inched her way along her knees toward the edge of the bed. She batted her eyelashes and gave me the come hither look, but I was still at a loss for the reason behind this whole moment, so my ‘it’s a trap’ alarm was going off inside my head.copyright protection4PENANADcudJPwUMh

“Don’t tell me you forgot about your own birthday,” Violet cooed, grabbing my hands, and pulling me close to her.copyright protection4PENANAVLvBeZWBkG

            I felt a firm softness press against my stomach and Violet continued staring at me with those chilly come hither eyes. Then she grabbed me and that towel was useless as a barrier.copyright protection4PENANAMGF4YdXf1q

“I-It’s my birthday?” I asked.copyright protection4PENANAgFCKSmAogm

            Idiot! Violet released me, her come hither eyes contorting into confused staring. Double idiot.copyright protection4PENANAGc7bNlaKWv

“You really did forget,” she spoke with a quiet voice.copyright protection4PENANAqJb5O9jLpl

            Triple idiot. I sat down beside Violet and cupped both sides of her face.copyright protection4PENANAbG0OqTa0ir

“Sorry Vi, I spaced out a bit. Thank you so much for going out of your way to do this for me,” I fumbled to mend my mistake.copyright protection4PENANAnYDuaqQlbN

            She rolled her eyes again and pulled me down onto our bed. Violet straddled my lap and traced her fingertips against my bare chest. I did a quick mental yippee and my hands found their home on Violet’s firm rear. Once again, the towel failed as a barrier as Violet grinded her inner thighs against my waist. It was a grateful failure. Violet then descended upon me and soft, cherry blossom lips teased me before my Holo Caster rudely interrupted us.copyright protection4PENANAQBx2Hlc16B

“Son of a…,” I grumbled, grabbing it off my nightstand, “It’s my Dad. Hide under the blanket.”copyright protection4PENANAmiin6IghJz

            Violet and I rushed to hide our state of dress beneath our blanket before I accepted the hologram video call from my father. Duke Pierce is an awesome guy; there is no denying that, but he has the worst timing. This was not his first offense either. My father’s balding, portly, middle-aged upper body appeared as a hologram from the screen of my Holo Caster. His hazel eyes were brimmed with tears and every bit of myself that had been cursing him for his intrusion was snuffed out.copyright protection4PENANAI7ylCIMs4X

“Dad, what’s wrong?” I questioned him.copyright protection4PENANAgVzNXh89ie

“D-Damon… it’s your mother,” my father shakily answered my question, “Sh-She passed away, son.”copyright protection4PENANALEx32DMjUw

            The last thing I heard was a sharp gasp from Violet beside me. The room went fuzzy and my Holo Caster was taken from my grasp. My mother… She… She’s dead?copyright protection4PENANASCDqYg9LIe

~Flashback~copyright protection4PENANAJZ9jM7AVhS

            Ten-year old me ventured on home from the bus stop down the street from where I lived in Pallet Town. I navigated the leaf litter with youthful exuberance and angered one of my neighbors by jumping into a pile of oak leaves that he had so meticulously raked up. copyright protection4PENANAa2xH6zkSTf

“Damon!” he shouted and I fled with a gleeful giggle.copyright protection4PENANApLS3cRjmC1

            Finally, I returned home and the odor of alcohol assaulted me worse than that old man could have ever dreamt of. I found her unconscious on the floor that afternoon and my ten-year old brain thought she was just sleeping. Nothing in me could see what was truly going on. Luckily, my father came home soon after me and his experience in life was aged like a fine Kalosian wine. He told me to go upstairs and to not come down, but of course I did not listen. I came down the moment I heard sirens approaching the neighborhood. I stood at the top of the stairs, peering through the bars of the handrail, and watched as paramedics pumped my mother’s stomach of the damned poison she had gulped down nonstop while my father and I were busy with work and school respectively. copyright protection4PENANABm0KFNSfI9

            That was the first time that I could remember coming into contact with my mother’s alcoholism. It would not be the last for another seven years when she tried to come to my graduation drunk as a sailor. It was then that I cut off all contact with her; told her to get sober or don’t bother calling me her son, and she vanished. Until now.copyright protection4PENANA8ScGzigUa9

~End Flashback~copyright protection4PENANA9AU1D7SWuv

“Damon… Damon? Damon!” Violet’s shout finally broke me from my debilitating thoughts.copyright protection4PENANAY5RZQwMIMv

            I blinked one or two times before staring at her. She was on the verge of tears. My eyes were dry as a Cubone’s skull. That phrase suddenly felt kind of ironic given the situation.copyright protection4PENANARUn3AXmQRw

“Damon,” Violet spoke softly and once again broke me from my debilitating thoughts.copyright protection4PENANAZ07U1K2TGw

            I stared at her and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her snowy hair tickled me and vanilla filled my nostrils once again. I still did not cry one tear.copyright protection4PENANAoEBgDrMq9z

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