The Secret Life of Latios IV

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This is an updated version of the fic that didn't go so well earlier.
Not just a revision, I completely rewrote it, keeping along the original story.
It just sounds a lot more mature.
Inspiration comes from the book series Dragons in our Midst by Bryan Davis.





Ash, Brock, and Misty waved goodbye to Latias.
Ash was very excited, as well as Brock, due to Latias’s unexpected kiss.
High from the ecstasy, Ash tells the driver of the very small ferry to speed up.
Misty stares out at the sea, while Brock jumps up and down asking Ash what a real kiss felt like.
Not even a minute passes by as three strange silhouettes appear in the sky.
The flicker as they delve under the clouds, and reveal themselves to be two Latios and a Latias, flying towards Alto Mare.
This image, only lasting a few seconds, caused the three to very quickly jerk their heads up and still miss the sight.
The shapes fly past in streaks of blue and red as the ferry headed the opposite direction.
Even though they did not see, they knew what the images were.
Ash felt pure joy in his heart.

The youngest of the three, one of the Latios, stared backwards while moving the other way.
His underdeveloped psychic senses gave him a feeling of nostalgia.
This feeling, however, emanated from the future.
This is why he gazed at the rapidly shrinking watercraft.
He heard a loud, high-pitched squeal, interpreting it as a warning.
He turned his head forward, and saw what the caution was for.
At that moment, the post raising high the Latios statue was only a few feet from his face.
He had no time to react at the speed the siblings were moving.

Unknown to this Latios, the high-pitched sound came from Latias.
None of the three knew of each other at the time.
Latias only squealed because of the marvel of the statue that she knew looked like herself.

The Latios smacked into the pillar with such force, that it impressed upon the pillar a large crack.
At that point, Latios lost all instinct and knowledge.
He only knew that he was alive, that he was in great pain, and that he was falling.
In fact, the pain that he knew was very overwhelming.
He fainted before he ever hit the ground.

Somehow, he altered his appearance amidst his fall.
An image of a young boy, of maybe two years, appeared in his conscience.
He saw the boy somewhere between the high-pitched yell and the impact.

A young woman of about twenty years heard a loud thud.
She headed toward the great pillar from the steps of the museum, where she had been sitting for some time.
At the base of a pillar was a child, a very small child that asleep and barely breathing.
For being such a young girl, some kind of feeling came from deep within her.
She took the child and cradled it in her arms, trying to encourage his erratic breathing.
She saw no one searching for the ground for a lost infant.
She immediately took him in to fix his strange breathing patterns.
The woman did not realize it at the time, but the child’s body was extremely hot.


Bianca had just walked in from her moment of peace to do her artwork.
A beautiful sea laid between her arms with clouds shaping to the wind.
She removed the beret from her head, which revealed her eccentric hairstyle.
She placed the ocean on her deck, which also made home to pens and pencils of all colors, accompanied by erasers, stumps, numerous sizes of charcoal and graphite, and many discarded papers.

After this time everyday, Bianca would take a nap, then come to her special, secret court via her grandfather’s workshop.
She would normally play with Latios and Latias, whom she has known all her life.
But with the passing of Latios, Bianca skipped the nap and headed straight for the courtyard.
As she sat on the still swing, a figure was made visible, and she knew it to be Latias.
Bianca raised her head and gave Latias a sorrowful look, and Latias sped towards her from across the pool.
Latias was comforted for the loss of her brother, who had sacrificed his life to save the city, which was called Alto Mare.
For such a wise and mature Pokemon, Latias could not suppress the pain that she felt.

After five minutes of Latias burying her face into Bianca’s shoulder, two familiar shaped appeared in the high, dense foliage.
As they approached, Bianca defined them as a Latias and a Latios.
A million thoughts passed through her mind at that point.
She only stared at them till they came to across the pool.
Then Bianca put her hand on Latias’s head and rubbed it, inclining for her to raise her head.
Latias moved her gaze toward the other Pokemon, and her eyes welled with tears even more than before.
But these were tears of joy, for Latios had a daughter and son, who had been orphaned.

Bianca jumped up and ran towards her grandfather’s workshop.
Latias remained and slowly floated toward the two, doubt still planted deep in her heart.
As Bianca returned with an old man, whom was her grandfather, as Latias finally embraced the two other Pokemon.
The old man, or Lorenzo as the girl called him, dropped his jaw in disbelief.
He had experienced this once before, with the original Latios of Alto Mare, but never expected to be lucky enough to experience it a second time.

The Latias seemed to be very shy. She hid back and forth between trees when Bianca reappeared with Lorenzo.
The first Latias tried to coax it out of hiding, and eventually she came out.
She seemed to have even more energy than the larger Latias.
The Latios that came to the grove was strange.
He immediately found a high branch and fell asleep on it after he identified his setting.


Unfortunately, the two new Eon Pokemon knew not of the third of them.
The only existence of the fourth Latios now resides in the deep subconscious of the two others.
Unreachable by anyone but themselves.
And even then, the have no thought to start with in the first place.






*Note: ecstacy is not referring to the drug, so you sick minded individuals can lay off.

 

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Lan is the sort of kid you’d expect to see on the honor roll.
As well as class committee, FBLA, student of the month, and ASB.
He became so because he is always listening.
No one has ever really heard him speak.
There are a few instances in which he has made some kind of sound, something that resembles a literal “frog in his throat.”
No one other than Lan has figured it out, and frankly, neither has he.
He just tells himself that there’s not much to tell, that he has no desire to really talk to others.
And it is because he never speaks, that he is always listening.
As a result, he has a great knowledge of everything that is worth talking about.
He does eavesdrop, but not willingly.
He doesn’t have to pay attention to anything anyone says to remember it.

Some just decided that he’s a savant, one who has a deficit in sociability and a advantage in some other matter, usually memory.
It’s not that he’s socially inept; he just doesn’t have any real friends.
He keeps current in trends, style, and attitude.
He also is very chivalrous, and tries to maintain an honor that has passed centuries ago.
It’s as if his mind is in the present, but his heart exists hundreds of years back.

He’s also not one to really disobey or cast down rules.
He thinks it’s because the consequences are troublesome, and it’s not worth the overall effort.
Therefore, he strives to attain honor, but without the recognition.
In fact, it’s an oddity about him that he really dislikes attention.
Had he have everything his way, he’d live in the sky, where no one would dare, or even try to be in his presence.


Lan lived on the bottom floor of a beautiful building.
He had neighbors on the higher floors, but none had to pass his windows or doors to reach theirs.
There was also some strange alley to the back.
No door led there from his house, but his bedroom window directly faced the ivy-covered wall.
Somewhat in the corner, a wooden arch sat with ivy ensnaring it in its place.
It led into a square overgrown with creepers, with nothing but wall and a gazebo.
The alley was paved with stones and gritty cement, stuff that you wouldn’t want to scrap against.
Along the middle was a strange pattern, done in a style that has long gone in their area.
In the middle of the alley, where a space that pushed the walls back, was a mosaic.
It depicted four legendary Pokemon that have been in news articles and documentaries a few years back.
Lan was proud that this piece of art laid right outside his window, and he often did projects and research on it.
The good part of this alley is that is was blocked off from outside the building complex, and even then was hidden from it.
Lan’s window was the only obstruction on the walls.
He loved to dream and think thoroughly inside because no one ever came in aside from him.

Lan was always having this fantasy of the air.
Of flight, more specifically; of flying alongside the exotic birds and hearing them sing into his ears.
He often sat in the gazebo when he had downtime and fell asleep, dreaming about his fantasy.
He also loved nature more than anything.
He got an ecstasy whenever he hid in the shade of a tree or became surrounded by plant life.

There are a few things that most find strange about him.
The first is that he never ailed.
He’s never contracted a cold, flu, or even the chicken pox, a virus that most kids his age have defeated for a long time.
Thus, contributing to the fact that he did not make much noise, because he never coughed or sneezed or sniffled.

The second thing is the fact that he was short.
Incredibly short for someone of his age.
His height never rose past four feet and a couple of inches.
People only paid attention to this abnormality when teasing or taunting him.

What’s even stranger than all this is the fact that his mother doesn’t notice.
His mother is also somewhat strange, often talking to herself and having no life companion or friend.
Lan was swayed by this, in the form of not desiring friends, or even love, and always keeping so secluded and mute.

But because he never was ill, his mother never worried.
She had never taken him to the doctor, dentist, or any medical group.
Never before had she the need to take him anywhere.
His first trip to the doctor was because of an ordinance of Altomare that requires all boys of at least thirteen to be examined and vaccinated for them to participate in normal activities.

Lan regretted going to the hospital the day he turned thirteen.
He began to receive attention that made him uncomfortable when the doctor examined him.
He didn’t know why, despite the vastness of his thoughts.
It began to plague him why he was receiving such attention, and why he couldn’t figure the reason.
He yearned for the comfort of his bed, the tendril infested gazebo, and the lone tree in the alley.
But no matter how much he wanted it, the men working at the hospital wouldn’t let him leave.
They wanted something more of him, something that he was not willing to give.

His life.