EVERYONE: - Ongoing Skin the Sun

[Kurai]

Another of my unfinished novellas of long ago.... Hopefully, I'll someday get the incentive to complete it.... ~_~

Chapter One—Twilight to Twilight

There sat amongst several strange creatures a human—a teenaged boy, about fifteen. This boy... he was of average height, a tad thin for his age, and he wore a Mandarin-collared black tank top and a pair of jeans that looked quite well-kept after. His feet were clad in high-heeled black leather boots, and he wore a pair of black gloves that reached to his elbows, bordered with golden stitching just as his collar. His eyes were alluring, a captivating, fiery hazel. His hair was long; it fell down to the small of his back, a straight, silken silver stream of sheen that shimmered with even the slightest movement of his head.

"But Giulli!" one young female exclaimed in true protest. This... this one was what humans call a Meowth. Her feline form was accented by a golden charm upon her head. It shined much like the hair of the boy named Giulli.

"But what, Chimea?" he half-chuckled. "I want to go to the city."

"Giulli, you are a Ditto. You do not belong in a city!" another complained, this time a Crobat. He perched upside down, as all bats do, on an overhead branch.

"Elder Denarius, please forgive my denying your words, but I am most certainly not a Ditto!"

"Humans do not possess the capability to become other living things," Denarius spat. "We need you here. You're the only one of us that can protect the village."

"You have Veyro," he replied smoothly, motioning towards the rather large Arbok that lay asleep behind them, coiled around the group.

"Veyro doesn't have your wit," Chimea uttered, then whispered to him, "or your charm."

The teenaged Ditto blushed a little at this.

"But I must," he continued, hesitant. "I need the adventure. The journey I can go on... oh, my heart burns with excitement!"

"You are young, inexperienced, and foolish, Giulli," the Crobat continued. "The Dittos need you."

With that, the Crobat swept around the branch to sit atop it, then his form became gelatinous and fattened out a bit. The elder Ditto's thin sliver of a mouth was long and impatient. Slowly all the other creatures followed suit, Giulli surrounded by around four dozen Ditto. The Arbok known as Veyro remained so; though he was a Ditto, he had been asleep for the most of the day.

"I request that you stay here, and give up this nonsense of being human," the elder growled. "You are a part of this community. You cannot leave the whole missing pieces!"

"Whatever, old man," he muttered under his breath, returning to his true form, which he considered merely another form.

Denarius hadn't heard his retort.

-+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+-

Giulli was a shiny Ditto, a race of Ditto that possessed far greater abilities than those of the regular walks of Transform Pokémon. Because it wasn't like the other Ditto, it developed into a being that thought of itself as something more than how it truly existed.

Though it was Pokémon, its mind was bent on being human.

-+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+-

Later that night, the shiny Ditto stole away, shimmering taller as it hurried through the forest. By the time it had reached the edge of the wood, there stood the teenaged male, a boy coming of age.

 

[Lara Croft]

Wow, a coming-of-age novel all Ditto style. I like it.

I'm intrigued by the infastructure you've given the Dittos. Most writers don't bother--they throw pokemon into packs or poorly formed clans--so this is a real breath of fresh air.

Maybe you'll finish this one day. You'll have to show it to me when you start work on it again. ^^

 

[Fig]

This seems like the start of a very strange, albeit cool, story. It seems to show some signs of being an older tale - though it is still very good.

I certainly hope you'll revisit this story and add to it eventually.

 

[Kurai]

Quick note: I've only written two chapters of this one.... -.o; I need to work on it, definitely. It was one of my faovurites. ^^;

Chapter Two—Golden Radiance

The shiny Ditto sighed in thought, staring into the sunrise—a wonderful flash of vibrant colors. Where should I go? it wondered. I must find my way to the nearest city, to perhaps observe a few humans. Then it turned over in it mind the way it had thought.

My reasons are plausible, wanting to become one of the race of humanity.... I am not a Ditto; my abilities are far in excess of those beneath me. I do not think as my colleagues, nor do I feel like them. I am not even a Pokémon.

With this thought, it uttered to itself, "Then what am I?"

-+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+-

Giulli smiled a little, finding itself in the outskirts of a town. Fuschia.

It turned to gaze upon the tall structures to both sides of it, these buildings built with hardened mud, wood, and a sort of dark, shiny material that lined their tops. They seemed to be built for protecting things. "Maybe these are dwellings," he said aside.

The ground was a hard, dark gray, and its boots made a sound as it walked like those of the hooves of a Ponyta's gait upon dry dirt. This sound made Giulli giggle a little.

It heard a short squeal of pain and whirled about to find a small human boy throwing small rocks at a Natu. The poor emerald bird Pokémon continually tried to dodge the volley, but wave after wave had worn it out considerably. It could no longer defend itself at all.

Giulli was struck dumb at this sight; it couldn't move an inch towards helping the thing.

"Wow, I'm going to catch it!" the red-haired boy exclaimed excitedly, digging in his pocket to produce a small silver and crimson ball. He pushed a device on it that made it enlarge to about six times its original size, then fell into a stance to throw it at the Natu.

With this, Giulli could take no more at seeing the human attack the defenseless bird-type and rushed up to its aid. The boy had thrown the ball, however; Giulli struck it out of the way with a swift, hard chop of its hand and glared at the boy. Its intense stare greatly frightened the boy, so much so that he couldn't move.

"Now that's enough of that!" the Ditto chided angrily, staring down upon the boy, who was about nine or ten years of age. "Stop throwing things at this Natu! It's almost dead because you've pelted it so!" It turned to cradle the poor bird up into its arms, looking upon it dolorously. The Natu tried to struggle from Giulli's hold, but then saw the inhuman look in its eyes and stopped, feeling a little bit at ease.

Its breathing was scarce and difficult; it truly was on the brink of dying.

"Wh—what are you doing?!" the boy squeaked, frustrated and terrified simultaneously. "I was going to catch that Natu to train it!"

"Train it?" Giulli echoed, enfuriated. "You don't train a creature by beating it to death!" Its lip quivered in anger for a moment. "Where is the nearest place I can take this poor thing for healing?"

The way the Ditto had put it confused the boy for a moment, then he understood and pointed down the long street, at the end of which was a large silver facility shaped much like a huge thorned flower. There was an ornate letter written in the human language. Giulli took it to stand for "Pokémon."

It stood before the huge building for several minutes before actually figuring out how to proceed inside. There was a pair of sliding glass sheets; it remembered these to be called 'doors' by humans. As Giulli stood before them, they parted. It stepped back in surprise, then cautiously made its way inside.

 

[Fig]

Hmmm. I almost half-expected the pokeball to change target after being swatted away, but frankly, I'm glad it didn't - the story is far more interesting this way than the other way.

Now I have to completely agree with you - you need to write more for this! MOOOOOOORRRREEEEEE!

BTW, quite good ;-)