Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Below The Surface ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )
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By: arcadejunkie 
Everything is back to normal...or is it?
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Mystery / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.26.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 326 | Status: Work In Progress
Everything is back to normal...or is it?
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Mystery / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.26.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 326 | Status: Work In Progress
Below the Surface
by arcadejunkie
WARNING: READ THIS WARNING: This fic is rated R for events that will happen in future chapters. There will
be major character deaths, and implied m/m rape. Don't read this to flame me, because I find flamer to be
hilarious creatures.
Authors Note: This fic is told from the point of view of an original character, but it is not an original
trainer fic or anything like that.
Part Three
Miss. Freeman's POV
I wish I had a child. Any child to call my own. I've already decided what he'll look like. "He" because I
had two little brothers, both of which I babysat every day.
I've decided that he would be energetic, and always happy, just like Whitney.
Then I am struck back into reality when I remember Giovanni. If I were to marry him...Satoshi would be my
child...my son.
I stopped dreaming and I sighed as I turned around to see him staring at me with his large eyes.
He isn't frowning as I thought he would be doing. Instead, he is staring at me with a touch of sadness,
and a touch of desperation.
"Satoshi..." I prompt him softly, hoping that he'll get up and join the rest of the children for recess.
"Why?" he says softly, his vice is barely above a whisper, and the only way I knew what he was saying was
how he mouthed the words. His eyes shook with unshed tears, that were threatening to spill out.
"What?" I ask softly, hoping he won't say what I think he is planning to say.
"Why him?" he asks, just a bit louder.
"He's kind, handsome..." I say, trying to convince myself that these are his only attributes, that he isn't
domineering or forceful as I saw last night, that those attributes only flared up because Satoshi had
misbehaved.
"...and rich.." Satoshi cuts in, bringing me back to reality. His voice is cold and filled with anger and
barely revealed frustration.
I want to slap him so badly at that remark, but instead I turn away from him and I start to erase the
board.
"Go with the other children." I say coldly, not wanting to show that a ten year old kid had the power
to shatter my emotions so badly.
He gets up, looking guilty. "I'm sorry.." he whispers.
I ignore him.
***
After a quiet lunch with Whitney, I quickly go down to the playground to call back my class. I know that
all the fifth graders have monopolized the tire swings from the younger grades, so I go to the far area of
the playground.
"Miss Diane!" All my students cry happily as they rush to me.
All my students except Satoshi, that is.
He is sitting on a swing, rocking back and forth. His eyes are closed and he looks almost asleep.
I walk over to him and bring him out of his trance by tapping him lightly on the shoulder. He flinches and
opens his eyes slightly.
I gasp softly when I see that his eyes are all red and puffy from crying.
Then he looks away, as if he is trying to hide his emotions from me. "I'm sorry..." he whispers sincerely,
his small voice filled with regret, "that wasn't a nice thing to say.
"It's okay, Satoshi..." I find myself saying. I can't ignore that apology, and I know I shouldn't have
ignored the first one.
He silently gets up to join the others, but they ignore him for the most part. I hear one girl mutter,
"snob," but Satoshi/Ash doesn't seem to care. His hands are in his pockets now, and he sighs when he runs
his fingers through his hair.
I look into his eyes and I can see Giovanni's eyes, but something is different about them, something was
off.
Before I can continue thinking about the subject, the bell rings, and I walk back to my classroom.
***
Satoshi is different today. He is more energetic. No, I'm holding back, he is very energetic. I don't know
what to think. Satoshi didn't seem very hyper before. He even raised his hand in class, although he still
drew imaginary pictures on his desk with his hand.
During recess he ran out the door with the other kids...He even talked to a few of them, although most of
them didn't seem too forgiving about his previous behavior.
Then I can see the difference that was in his eyes. There is a glow in them. At first it was suppressed,
but it was always there, even though I couldn't see it before. Now it was brought out to full prominence.
I feel like a fool for not seeing it before but I guess that's not reasonable, is it?
Whitney is eating her lunch next to me, but I barely notice her.
Satoshi was absolutely beaming, and that didn't escape Whitney's attention.
"So this is the depressed, shy, Satoshi?" Whitney asks, looking at me in astonishment, "What did you do?"
she asks as though I made magic.
I'm speechless. What could I say to Whitney that wouldn't sound absolutely lame? "I don't know..." I said
sounding more confused than I wanted to sound.
Whitney is about to speak when we hear a loud ring.
I was saved by the bell.
***
When I walk to the playground to get my class to the classroom , I see a crowd of students gathered
around a wounded and terrified Nidorano.
I am about to panic, when I see Satoshi at the center of the circle, trying to comfort the pokemon. He
didn't even seem worried about the danger of the situation.
"Satoshi! Get away from that Nidorano! You could get hurt!" I cry, "What if it attacks?!"
He doesn't obey at first, but I don't see rebellion in his eyes, only confusion.
"I'll be okay!" he says with confidence. "I'm a..." then he stops short, his voice shaking as something
seems to occur to him.
He steps away and the glow fades from his eyes a bit.
"I'll call a Nurse Joy..." I assure him, but he only brightens a little bit.
***
On the next day, Satoshi showed up at the door, looking just as sad as he was happy the previous day. His
eyes are puffy and red form crying, and he walks very slowly.
As he hands me he homework, he is close enough for me to hear how raspy his breathing was.
He doesn't even fake a smile.
Giovanni stands at the door, watching with Satoshi with concern. He smiles at me before leaving.
My heart feels weak, but I don't know whether it's Satoshi or Giovanni that is causing this.
***
Art has started. A few of the students throw art supplies at each other in a scaled down version of revenge
and retribution. Fortunately, most of my students are drawing, even though the art teacher hasn't arrived
yet.
Some of the students are drawing their families, or animals.
I walk around the room, searching for favorite Renoirs or Van Goughs, since I haven't watched them in art
class before.
After fifteen minutes, the art teacher knocks, her face filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she says, her
tone busy but excited.
"Can I watch them?" I ask nervously.
"Of course," she smiles. She seems distracted and perpetually happy.
I'm starting to like this woman. Maybe I should introduce her to Whitney.
***
The class is mostly uneventful, but with Satoshi, that usually doesn't last very long.
The art teacher watches Satoshi as he draws, an expression of wonder and awe on her face, that is usually
characteristic of a teacher watching a prized student.
Satoshi looks finished and he quickly brushes away all the eraser shavings before he shyly hands his work
to the art teacher.
She walks to the front of the room where I am standing, and she pulls me just outside the door so we can
still monitor the class.
Then she shows me the picture.
I can't describe it in words well enough to tell you how beautiful the picture was. It seemed so exuberant,
but sad, with a sense of loss.
"He's good..." I say softly. She must know how Satoshi must hate drawing attention to himself, because she
saddens at this.
I know..." she says softly.
***
I look out the window and I see Satoshi staring at his hands as he washes them out on the sink. The chalk
that had once covered them was now gone, but he continued to scrub at his hands roughly.
His face was intense, but I could see pain in his eyes as he stared as his hands with a look that resembled
panic.
I walk in, followed by the art teacher, and I walk over to Ash, to assure him that his hands are clean
enough.
By the time I get there, I notice that his hands have been scrubbed raw, and that his hands are covered
with blood.
"Satoshi...don't do that.." I try to say with an even voice, even though my heart beat is accelerating from
the sight of blood.
He continues as though I wasn't watching.
"Satoshi!" I cry, grabbing his shoulder.
Suddenly he screams and crumples to the floor. I step back in shock from the ear piercing scream.
He's crying softly now, cradling his hands in his lap as he rocks back and forth. He stares at them in
shock, before screaming again.
"Satoshi...stop.." I tell him, trying to sound firm, as I help him to his feet.
All my students are watching the scene with stunned silence.
Satoshi falls to the ground again, this time hugging his knees to his chest.
I finally decide to pick him up, but he makes no attempt to get away. "Don't be afraid..." I tell him
gently, as I carry him to the school nurse.
The school nurse looked horrified when I told her what happened, but she just bandaged Satoshi up, before
sending him to the principal's office.
It wasn't until I was halfway to my classroom when I realized how unusually light Satoshi was.
END OF PART THREE
***
I'm sorry I took a long time on this part, but the English paper made me do it! Right now, I'm just happy
that I get a thanksgiving weekend. Five days of freedom from school! Yahoo!
Uh, as always, read/review! All reviewers get cyberhugs from me!
by arcadejunkie
WARNING: READ THIS WARNING: This fic is rated R for events that will happen in future chapters. There will
be major character deaths, and implied m/m rape. Don't read this to flame me, because I find flamer to be
hilarious creatures.
Authors Note: This fic is told from the point of view of an original character, but it is not an original
trainer fic or anything like that.
Part Three
Miss. Freeman's POV
I wish I had a child. Any child to call my own. I've already decided what he'll look like. "He" because I
had two little brothers, both of which I babysat every day.
I've decided that he would be energetic, and always happy, just like Whitney.
Then I am struck back into reality when I remember Giovanni. If I were to marry him...Satoshi would be my
child...my son.
I stopped dreaming and I sighed as I turned around to see him staring at me with his large eyes.
He isn't frowning as I thought he would be doing. Instead, he is staring at me with a touch of sadness,
and a touch of desperation.
"Satoshi..." I prompt him softly, hoping that he'll get up and join the rest of the children for recess.
"Why?" he says softly, his vice is barely above a whisper, and the only way I knew what he was saying was
how he mouthed the words. His eyes shook with unshed tears, that were threatening to spill out.
"What?" I ask softly, hoping he won't say what I think he is planning to say.
"Why him?" he asks, just a bit louder.
"He's kind, handsome..." I say, trying to convince myself that these are his only attributes, that he isn't
domineering or forceful as I saw last night, that those attributes only flared up because Satoshi had
misbehaved.
"...and rich.." Satoshi cuts in, bringing me back to reality. His voice is cold and filled with anger and
barely revealed frustration.
I want to slap him so badly at that remark, but instead I turn away from him and I start to erase the
board.
"Go with the other children." I say coldly, not wanting to show that a ten year old kid had the power
to shatter my emotions so badly.
He gets up, looking guilty. "I'm sorry.." he whispers.
I ignore him.
***
After a quiet lunch with Whitney, I quickly go down to the playground to call back my class. I know that
all the fifth graders have monopolized the tire swings from the younger grades, so I go to the far area of
the playground.
"Miss Diane!" All my students cry happily as they rush to me.
All my students except Satoshi, that is.
He is sitting on a swing, rocking back and forth. His eyes are closed and he looks almost asleep.
I walk over to him and bring him out of his trance by tapping him lightly on the shoulder. He flinches and
opens his eyes slightly.
I gasp softly when I see that his eyes are all red and puffy from crying.
Then he looks away, as if he is trying to hide his emotions from me. "I'm sorry..." he whispers sincerely,
his small voice filled with regret, "that wasn't a nice thing to say.
"It's okay, Satoshi..." I find myself saying. I can't ignore that apology, and I know I shouldn't have
ignored the first one.
He silently gets up to join the others, but they ignore him for the most part. I hear one girl mutter,
"snob," but Satoshi/Ash doesn't seem to care. His hands are in his pockets now, and he sighs when he runs
his fingers through his hair.
I look into his eyes and I can see Giovanni's eyes, but something is different about them, something was
off.
Before I can continue thinking about the subject, the bell rings, and I walk back to my classroom.
***
Satoshi is different today. He is more energetic. No, I'm holding back, he is very energetic. I don't know
what to think. Satoshi didn't seem very hyper before. He even raised his hand in class, although he still
drew imaginary pictures on his desk with his hand.
During recess he ran out the door with the other kids...He even talked to a few of them, although most of
them didn't seem too forgiving about his previous behavior.
Then I can see the difference that was in his eyes. There is a glow in them. At first it was suppressed,
but it was always there, even though I couldn't see it before. Now it was brought out to full prominence.
I feel like a fool for not seeing it before but I guess that's not reasonable, is it?
Whitney is eating her lunch next to me, but I barely notice her.
Satoshi was absolutely beaming, and that didn't escape Whitney's attention.
"So this is the depressed, shy, Satoshi?" Whitney asks, looking at me in astonishment, "What did you do?"
she asks as though I made magic.
I'm speechless. What could I say to Whitney that wouldn't sound absolutely lame? "I don't know..." I said
sounding more confused than I wanted to sound.
Whitney is about to speak when we hear a loud ring.
I was saved by the bell.
***
When I walk to the playground to get my class to the classroom , I see a crowd of students gathered
around a wounded and terrified Nidorano.
I am about to panic, when I see Satoshi at the center of the circle, trying to comfort the pokemon. He
didn't even seem worried about the danger of the situation.
"Satoshi! Get away from that Nidorano! You could get hurt!" I cry, "What if it attacks?!"
He doesn't obey at first, but I don't see rebellion in his eyes, only confusion.
"I'll be okay!" he says with confidence. "I'm a..." then he stops short, his voice shaking as something
seems to occur to him.
He steps away and the glow fades from his eyes a bit.
"I'll call a Nurse Joy..." I assure him, but he only brightens a little bit.
***
On the next day, Satoshi showed up at the door, looking just as sad as he was happy the previous day. His
eyes are puffy and red form crying, and he walks very slowly.
As he hands me he homework, he is close enough for me to hear how raspy his breathing was.
He doesn't even fake a smile.
Giovanni stands at the door, watching with Satoshi with concern. He smiles at me before leaving.
My heart feels weak, but I don't know whether it's Satoshi or Giovanni that is causing this.
***
Art has started. A few of the students throw art supplies at each other in a scaled down version of revenge
and retribution. Fortunately, most of my students are drawing, even though the art teacher hasn't arrived
yet.
Some of the students are drawing their families, or animals.
I walk around the room, searching for favorite Renoirs or Van Goughs, since I haven't watched them in art
class before.
After fifteen minutes, the art teacher knocks, her face filled with gratitude. "Thank you," she says, her
tone busy but excited.
"Can I watch them?" I ask nervously.
"Of course," she smiles. She seems distracted and perpetually happy.
I'm starting to like this woman. Maybe I should introduce her to Whitney.
***
The class is mostly uneventful, but with Satoshi, that usually doesn't last very long.
The art teacher watches Satoshi as he draws, an expression of wonder and awe on her face, that is usually
characteristic of a teacher watching a prized student.
Satoshi looks finished and he quickly brushes away all the eraser shavings before he shyly hands his work
to the art teacher.
She walks to the front of the room where I am standing, and she pulls me just outside the door so we can
still monitor the class.
Then she shows me the picture.
I can't describe it in words well enough to tell you how beautiful the picture was. It seemed so exuberant,
but sad, with a sense of loss.
"He's good..." I say softly. She must know how Satoshi must hate drawing attention to himself, because she
saddens at this.
I know..." she says softly.
***
I look out the window and I see Satoshi staring at his hands as he washes them out on the sink. The chalk
that had once covered them was now gone, but he continued to scrub at his hands roughly.
His face was intense, but I could see pain in his eyes as he stared as his hands with a look that resembled
panic.
I walk in, followed by the art teacher, and I walk over to Ash, to assure him that his hands are clean
enough.
By the time I get there, I notice that his hands have been scrubbed raw, and that his hands are covered
with blood.
"Satoshi...don't do that.." I try to say with an even voice, even though my heart beat is accelerating from
the sight of blood.
He continues as though I wasn't watching.
"Satoshi!" I cry, grabbing his shoulder.
Suddenly he screams and crumples to the floor. I step back in shock from the ear piercing scream.
He's crying softly now, cradling his hands in his lap as he rocks back and forth. He stares at them in
shock, before screaming again.
"Satoshi...stop.." I tell him, trying to sound firm, as I help him to his feet.
All my students are watching the scene with stunned silence.
Satoshi falls to the ground again, this time hugging his knees to his chest.
I finally decide to pick him up, but he makes no attempt to get away. "Don't be afraid..." I tell him
gently, as I carry him to the school nurse.
The school nurse looked horrified when I told her what happened, but she just bandaged Satoshi up, before
sending him to the principal's office.
It wasn't until I was halfway to my classroom when I realized how unusually light Satoshi was.
END OF PART THREE
***
I'm sorry I took a long time on this part, but the English paper made me do it! Right now, I'm just happy
that I get a thanksgiving weekend. Five days of freedom from school! Yahoo!
Uh, as always, read/review! All reviewers get cyberhugs from me!