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Fanfiction Circumstances (Diodeshipping)

Discussion in 'Literature Library' started by Shining-Aura, Oct 12, 2018.

  1. Shining-Aura


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    Here's my new fanfic I'm working on. It's a Diodeshipping fanfic, which means AshxClemont, so if you don't like it you might wanna move along. This Fanfic is rated T for some...heavy stuff that happens later just wanted to warn ya. ;)

    Okay, on with the story!



    Chapter 1: A Mysterious Reunion




    Clemont wasn't sure what woke him up. It was still dark outside save for the numerous streetlamps. No sounds were heard aside from a dull roar of a rainstorm outside. Clemont checked his alarm clock. It was nearly two thirty in the morning. The blonde groaned, but he put on his glasses and pulled himself out of bed to check on Bonnie. His big brother instinct seemed to always know if his little sister had a nightmare. He trudged out of his room and down the hall. It has been a little over a month now since he resumed his duties at the Lumiose Gym. A month since his journey through Kalos came to an end. A month since Ash went home. After everything that happened, it seemed almost boring to be back home, even with the daily gym challengers requesting a battle either against him or Clembot.



    Clemont peeked into Bonnie's room only to find her sound asleep with Dedenne sleeping right next to her. Clemont smiled in relief to see that his sister wasn't in any sort of distress, but it still begged the question of what woke him up.



    That's when he heard it. A quiet scratching sound. So quiet Clemont was surprised he even heard it. He followed the sound to the front door of the gym. Perplexed Clemont moved to open the door. Surely no one in their right mind would challenge the gym at this ridiculous hour.



    The door swished open. At first, Clemont couldn't see anyone except the rain and the streets. but just as he was about to write this off as a prank by some immature delinquent he felt a small pressure on his leg.



    “Rooo”



    Clemont gazed downward to see a very wet Riolu looking up at him with sad and worried eyes.



    “Whoa, what's wrong, little guy? What brings you here?”



    Clemont knelt down so that he was at eye level with the Emanation Pokémon and scanned it for any injuries. Once he was satisfied that the Pokémon seemed fine albeit soaking wet he looked around for anyone who could possibly be its trainer, but it soon became clear that Riolu was alone. Where did it come from? And why was it scratching at his door in the middle of the night? Fair questions, but neither had an answer at present.



    “I'm...afraid that I can't have a gym battle with a Pokémon.” Clemont joked. “And even if I could it's the middle of the night.”



    However, the Riolu seemed uninterested in Clemont's attempt to lighten the mood and began barking and pulling on Clemont's pyjama pants and pointing out into the rain.



    “You....want me to follow you?” Clemont guessed receiving an affirmative nod in response from the Riolu.



    Clemont sighed, he really didn't want to go out in the pouring rain at two thirty five in the morning, but the Riolu seemed extremely upset about something and from the way it was staring at him, he had a feeling it wouldn't leave him alone until he investigated.



    “Okay...just...just give me a second.”



    Clemont rushed back into the gym and back to his bedroom. He went into his closet to grab a blue raincoat and an umbrella and put his trainers on. Then picked up one of his pokeballs from his night-stand and called out Helliolisk. The Generator Pokémon let out a huge yawn.



    “Sorry to wake you Helliolisk, but something....came up.” Clemont apologised, unsure of how else to word this current situation.



    “Could I ask you to watch over Bonnie for me in case she wakes up, I shouldn't be long.”



    Helliolisk gave an enthusiastic nod, showing no animosity over its rather rude awakening.



    Clemont thanked his Pokémon and rushed out of his room and back to the front door where the Riolu was anxiously waiting, thankfully it had the common sense to wait inside.



    “Alright Riolu, lead the way.”





    - - - - -





    Riolu led the blond gym leader around another bend. Heavy rain hammered down against his umbrella. Clemont's feet splashed into any and all puddles that were in their path as he tried his best to keep up with the Pokémon in front of him.



    “Maybe I should get in to shape more.” he panted to himself, happy that Bonnie wasn't here right now. He'd never hear the end of it.



    After about five more minutes of winding through the complexity that is Lumiose City -and the poor visibility thanks to the rain didn't help matters- Riolu began to slow down near an alleyway. It let out a bark as if signalling someone. Clemont nearly dropped his umbrella when he saw a very familiar and very wet Pikachu come out of the alleyway. Within two seconds of seeing Clemont, Pikachu bolted over to him and began pulling on his pyjama pants just as Riolu did before.



    “Pikapika, Pikapi Pi Pi Pikachu!”



    “Whoa, Whoa, Pikachu calm down.” soothed Clemont as he knelt down, and put his hand on Pikachu's head who looked close to hyperventilating. “What's wrong?”



    "Pikapi, Pikachu!" Pikachu cried pointing at the alleyway and then bolted back into it.



    Clemont followed Pikachu down the alleyway wondering what could have caused him such distress.



    This time he did drop his umbrella.



    Right in front of him, sitting against the alley wall a few feet away was someone Clemont was sure he saw off at the airport a little over a month prior.



    “What in the...? Ash?!”



    Clemont rushed over and practically fell onto his knees in front of Ash, not caring that his knees were getting wet. Pikachu was already beside him with great concern etched on his features. Ash didn't show any indication that he heard Clemont. He just sat there cross-legged, staring at the ground. Clemont put his hands on his friend's shoulders.



    “Ash, are you okay?!”



    Ash's clothes were completely soaked through. He's certainly been out in the rain for some time. Clemont also felt him shiver under his hands, but other than that he didn't move.



    “Ash, look at me! Tell me you're okay!” cried Clemont frantically, giving his friend a little shake. His heart began hammering against his chest. What happened to Ash? Why was he just sitting there? Was he hurt? Millions of questions were racing in his head and any possible answers just made Clemont feel sick.



    Finally, Ash slowly looked up and his brown tired eyes stared back at Clemont. He managed a small smile, clearly recognising the friend in front of him. Clemont looked him over, but couldn't find any obvious injuries save for a small cut on his forehead above his left eye. The cut wasn't too deep and has since stopped bleeding. Clemont could already tell that it wouldn't need any stitches and was thankful for it.



    “Ash, what happened? Why are you just sitting here in the pouring rain?” he asked worriedly.



    Ash shivered and wrapped his arms around his body as if just now realising he was completely drenched.



    “Don't know.” came a hoarse whisper.



    “Chuuu...” Pikachu whimpered placing his paws on Ash's leg. Ash put his hand on Pikachu's head, trying to reassure the worried Mouse Pokémon.



    Clemont knew exactly what to do next. It wasn't even a question. He took Ash by the arms and pulled him to his feet. Ash stumbled a bit but remained standing. Clemont took his raincoat off and placed it over the raven-haired trainer's soaked frame. Not that it made much of a difference now. He doubted Ash could get any wetter.



    "Come on, let's get you somewhere dry," he said kindly as he placed an arm around Ash and led him out of the alleyway and back into the street.



    Y...you're getting w....wet.” Ash noted making Clemont smile. It was just like his friend to worry about someone else's well-being above his own.



    “I'll be fine. Worry about yourself for now. Besides I have an umbrella.....somewhere.”



    With a quick scan of the area, Clemont located the forgotten umbrella and held it over both his and his friend's heads.



    “Here we are. Let's go.”



    With his arm around Ash, Clemont made his way back to the gym. Pikachu climbed on to the blonde's shoulder and Riolu who had been watching the whole scene followed behind. Clemont didn't object to either.



    - - - - -



    Helliolisk happily greeted Clemont as he and Ash returned to the warm and dry confines of the Lumiose gym. It took one look at Ash then gave his trainer a bemused look.



    “Liisk?”



    "Your guess is as good as mine Helliolisk," said Clemont, guessing his Pokémon's question as he closed his umbrella and placed it down by the door. Pikachu and Riolu shook the rainwater off of their bodies accidentally splashing the young inventor.



    “Pika...” apologised Pikachu with a contrite look.



    "I was already wet anyway," said Clemont with a chuckle, wiping the rainwater off of his glasses. He was definitely gonna need to change his pyjamas. A sneeze beside him made Clemont remember why.



    “You okay?” he asked Ash placing a hand on his shoulder.



    "Y...yeah, just cold," said Ash as he gave Clemont a brave smile.



    "We should get you out of those wet clothes," said Clemont as he led Ash down the hallway. "You can borrow some of mine for now. We're about the same size." Clemont turned to Helliolisk. "Could you get me a change of clothes, a towel and the first aid kit please?"



    Helliolisk nodded and dashed off towards Clemont's room.



    Clemont led Ash to the spare bedroom, normally reserved for when his dad, Meyer came to stay for whatever reason. It was pretty basic with one single bed, a night-stand and a wardrobe. Riolu sat on the bed seemingly happy to finally be somewhere comfortable while ever faithful Pikachu refused to leave Ash's side, clutching at his trainer's pants.



    Helliolisk returned with the items Clemont asked for plus some dry pyjamas for his trainer.



    "Hey, thanks Helliolisk," said Clemont, gratefully receiving them. He then gave Ash the dry clothes and a towel.



    “Here Ash, we don't want you getting sick again.” Especially since Serena isn't here to bail you out this time.



    "Thanks, Clemont," said Ash.



    They both turned away from each other for privacy's sake and changed out of their wet clothes.



    “Pikapi?”



    Clemont had just finished changing when he heard Pikachu's concerned tone and turned to Ash. He was already wearing a dry pair of trousers with the towel still over his head but was now staring at his bare arm looking troubled.



    “Everything okay?” asked the blonde.



    “Y...yeah, I guess I must've knocked my arm into something, that's all. No big deal.”



    Clemont felt a little unnerved by this. He was sure Ash had no other injuries besides the minor cut on his forehead. Though his first priority was getting out of the rain, so maybe he missed something?



    “Let me see.”



    Clemont gently took Ash's arm and noticed some sort of abrasion. It's no wonder he didn't see it. It's where his shirt sleeve would've covered it up. The abrasion was relatively small and had some bruising, but was already well on it's way to healing. One strange thing about it was that it formed a perfect circle. Not something that can happen easily by accidentally knocking your arm into something.



    “Does it hurt?” he asked Ash.



    “Not really. I didn't even know it was there til now.”



    “Pika!” Pikachu cried pointing at Ash's other arm. Clemont switched to said arm before Ash could protest and found the exact same abrasion, in the exact same place and the exact same shape.



    “What in the world...” Clemont in a quiet voice. Ash just stared at his arm looking as disturbed as Clemont felt. He started looking over his friend again and found two more of the same injuries on his back.



    "Ash, what the heck have you been doing?!" cried Clemont.



    Ash visibly tensed and suddenly seemed very interested in his feet.



    “I.....I don't know. I can't remember.” he said in a slightly panicked voice.



    Clemont frowned, then led him to the bed and sat him down.



    "Well, for now, let's get them cleaned up."



    Clemont opened the first aid kit and started cleaning Ash's injuries. Ash was surprisingly submissive throughout. Clemont was sure Ash would at least try to insist that he was okay and didn't need to be fussed over, but he stayed quiet. It didn't make Clemont feel any more at ease.



    I guess this must've freaked him out a little he thought.



    Ash, hissed in pain when Clemont started cleaning the fresher wound on his forehead.



    “S...Sorry, I'm trying to be gentle.” apologised Clemont.



    “It's okay,” said Ash.



    With the injuries cleaned and the bandages in place. Clemont closed the first aid box. By this point, Riolu and Helliolisk were fast asleep. Pikachu, however, was still wide awake wanting to make sure his trainer was definitely okay.



    “So what's the last thing you remember?” asked Clemont, hoping to shed some light on this mysterious event.



    Ash who had just finished pulling a grey hoodie over his head seemed to think for a moment before replying.



    "Just....our battle, then saying goodbye and heading to the aeroplane I was supposed to take." Ash placed a hand on his head. "After that....nothing. It's just a huge blank. Like there's a scene missing or something." He then turned to Pikachu. "Do you remember anything, buddy?"



    Pikachu shook his head sadly.



    “Pika.”



    Clemont frowned again feeling his body tense up, his concern starting to reach its peak. Clemont sat down on the bed next to Ash.



    “Ash....” he started, unsure of how to break this to his friend. “That was over a month ago now.”



    Ash's eyes widened.



    “Are you serious?!” he cried. He stood up and started pacing, wrapping his arms around himself in a very uncharacteristic manner. “What in the world is going on?!”



    Clemont stood up and placed a hand on Ash's shoulder to try and calm him.



    "I'm sure we can figure this out," he said more confidently than he felt. "There's got to be a scientific explanation for this."



    Ash smiled and nodded.



    “Yeah.”



    Clemont looked at the clock on the night-stand and found that it was now three forty-five in the morning. Have they really been here for over an hour?! Funny how time flies.



    "We should try and get some sleep.," he said.



    Ash nodded and sat back on his bed looking ready to crash. Clemont picked up Ash's wet clothes.



    “I'll get these dry for you.”



    “Hey....thanks Clemont. I don't know what we would've done without you.” thanked Ash.



    "Pika Pikachu" Pikachu thanked Clemont aswell, jumping onto Ash's lap.



    "Anytime," said Clemont with a smile, then he left the room to let Ash and Pikachu get the rest they needed, opting not to disturb Helliolisk at this point. After briefly checking on Bonnie again who was still fast asleep, putting the first aid kit away and placing Ash's clothes by the radiator to dry. Clemont returned to his room and sat on his bed. After everything that happened, he doubted he would get back to sleep tonight. Why was Ash here when he should be back home in Kanto? Why was he unable to remember anything? At first, Clemont thought that his friend may have been suffering from a concussion, but Pikachu was unable to recall anything either which pretty much squashed that theory. Something else was at play here, but Clemont didn't know what. There was also the strange abrasions on Ash's arms and back to consider also. There was no doubt about it. Something happened to his friend. Something sinister. That made Clemont's stomach turn and his blood boil. His hands curled into fists and his vision blurred at the very thought of someone causing his friend any sort of pain.



    “What happened to you?” Clemont asked aloud.





    T.B.C
     

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