Vague Doubts

Blake's P.O.V.

*****

"Where are they?" Lonnie whimpered, anxiously pacing around in circles. "The rain is getting stronger by the moment! Do you think we should go after them?"

I turned my gaze outside, since our table is located behind Odette's, which has an amazing view of the forest outside town. The rain was pouring and the surroundings were wet from the water, shimmering from the light. I shook my head, taking a glance from Lonnie.

"There's no need to come after them. I'm sure that Philip would take care of Kate; the very best he can." I assured, smiling at her. That caused Lonnie to laugh, her ears pricking in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? Kate could take care of herself with one paw tied behind her back! But still, I'm still worried for them, though. What could they be doing?"

I flinched, sensing that someone wet has shook the water out from his or her fur, splattering drops of water into my body. It was Philip. He was laughing with Kate, and somehow, their pelts were partly smeared with mud, weltered from the rain.

"Playing." Philip chuckled. Lonnie gulped and recoiled from the mess they are. I laughed, patting Lonnie on the back. She smiled with an adorable tilt of her head, causing me to blush deep red. 

"You guys are full of mud," Lonnie says. "Since when did you learn not to bother the dirt and grime?"

"We didn't." Kate and Philip answered in sync. Philip blushed, looking away to hide his reddened face. I sighed, clenching my paws into fists. That made me sure of it. I'm sure he is the Philip I knew back then. He's acting like him and he talks like him. Whether he denies it or not, I'm sure that he is what he is. I couldn't believe that he didn't tell me about him.

"Philip. We need to talk." I rasped, giving his nerves a jar. The girls stared at us, baffled, as Philip nodded and padded after me, following me into a further distance which other Pokémon can't hear.

"What is it?" The Jolteon asked. I turned to him with a halfly formed frown, and the fire on my tail started blazing brighter than before.

"I know this may seem ridiculous, but have we met before?" I asked him as he frowned in disbelief.

"What?"

"I said, did we meet before?" I repeated, raising my voice. He gave a nervous laugh, his electricity coursing even more faster.

"I don't know if that's possible."

"You can't just deny it. You're Philip, my partner, my old friend! How can you hide your identity away from me? Look at the fact that you had the same name as before! You talk like him and you're exactly as you were back then! You're Philip, Philip! You can't just forget about the past! Don't you know I've spent ages looking for you even almost everyone confirmed you were dead?!" I growled, staring at him in disbelief. Philip averted his gaze, gritting his teeth. He shook his head, looking up to me with remorse.

"I'm sorry. I wish I knew, but I couldn't be the one you were talking about. Even I forgot who I am, still trying to pursue my long forgotten memory. I'm sorry, Blake; I couldn't be him. But still, I wish you luck for looking for your friend." He said, quietly.

"Why would you? I already found him! I already found you!"

"Listen, Blake. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I already said that I'm not him. I don't even know who I am. Then how could I know that? If I did, then I would've told you about it already. Just please, just leave me alone for now."

And with that, the electric fox turned tail, leaving me devastated, completely draining my hopes. I glared, landing a frustrated punch on the wooden wall. I thought I finally did it, but all of my efforts were in vain. There was no way I could just mistake him for my old partner. Why did I think of that...?

Philip's P.O.V.

*****

I walked away from Blake, flustered at his words. I knew he wouldn't just confront me for something unless it was important for him and the others. It left an open answer why he thought I was his missing friend. Since I've forgotten who I am and he was sure that Philip was me, he could be the key to restore my long lost memories. But I'm still not sure if he was a significant lead to remember who I was, let alone being eager to discover the truth in me. I growled, disappointed at myself.

"I couldn't believe I just left him like that." I grimaced. "He's probably devastated by now. Of course I wouldn't want that. Kate wouldn't want that. Everyone wouldn't want that!" I muttered to myself.

"Argh, who am I kidding?!" I snarled with a sullen punch on the wall. "I've done much worse than that! Of course, I'm horrible, nasty, bleak, and stupid, stupid-"

"Come again?" A certain Leafeon asked as she came into the room. I sighed, coming to myself, moving my gaze at her. "You should come to grips with Blake. It may be not as good as you think but trust me, it will. I know you two get along well."

"How could you know and say that? I know we did sometimes talk, but we're never really buddies. And how did you-"

"Your constant punching on the wall revealed your devastation. Don't you realize that?" Lonnie asked, and the way she said it made me stop, putting my paw down. Strong volts of electricity started coursing even more, uncontrolled, inducing my fur to stand on end. I know my electricity is harder to control when I'm tensed, and rather, they'd even shock other Pokémon in a close range. With a quiet growl, I tried to relax the crackling sparks, invoking my pelt to gleam with golden, yellow streaks of wildish electricity.

"Of c-course, I realize that. I just don't know how to finish it with," I answered. Lonnie nodded before walking past, eyeing me in a way that showed she was convinced, towards the direction where Blake was. I sighed, padding off.

Katherine's P.O.V.

*****

Figuring I just needed some time alone, I sat, leaning on the balcony's railing with crossed arms. I guess that going back to the dreamworld is even more dangerous now, for Norsoe can come anytime with a nightmare, for the time was near to reveal his true potential. I won't deny it, for his petrifying power is strong enough to strike me with fear; the one that I've tried so hard to avoid crossing paths again.

I know that everyone always looked up to me as that valiant, stouthearted girl they could visually see, but I always know that I've always been a coward. I know I already said this, but there are a lot of things they don't know about me. I was afraid I might lose everything once I made a wrong move. I'm afraid of many reasons that could tear me apart emotionally in the most atrocious way that someone could: in other words; getting hurt.

I've earned many scars of the past, and they're the only things that kept me functioning all these years, let alone leaving countless burdens in my feeble heart. I was worried that one more prick of pain is enough to make it wither away like melting ice, never to be used again. With a sigh, I tried to distract myself by losing my thoughts to the wondrous rain-covered view, until my ears pricked from a sound that seemed to come from an open door.

"S-Sorry," Philip apologized. "D-Did I seem to disturb you or anything?"

I smiled softly, shaking my head to say no. He sighed in relief and walked forwards, sitting beside me.

"Mind if I?" The electric fox asked with flamboyant crackles of electricity, and it was clear that there was something on with him; his electricity was never that wild before.

"Don't worry, I don't." I replied, turning to face him. His stare seemed blank like an empty book, and his fur was swaying back and forth with golden streaks, as if it was carried with the gentle wind, giving him a roughneck appearance. It was silent. Rain poured, delicate as clear glass, dropping lightly on the ground. I took a deep breath, then let it out as I opened my muzzle to speak.

"So, uh... today's been kind of erratic, huh?"

"You could say that..." Philip says, rather gruffly. "But I think it's more than erratic. It's crazy."

I giggled, a little bit too loud, for he turned to me in a baffled way, ears flopping awkwardly. He was blushing lightly, mouth ajar.

"You sound funny," I laughed. "Want some coffee? Would you like me to order for you? It looked like you really need some."

"Of course, I do. But I can order for myself; you don't have to. How about I do it myself?"

"Oh no, no. How about I do it?"

"No way."

"Yes way."

"Using your authority on me, princess? It looked like you really are."

"I am, Philly. There's no need to ask."

"That was a rhetorical question, Kate-ey cake. There's no need for an answer. I'll do it."

"My answer is no. I'll do it."

"Fine, let's stop this petty argument. Why don't we order together, just to be fair?" He asked, and we laughed, seeing it was silly, though I tried hard not to blush at the word "together".

"Deal." I grinned, padding towards the counter. Philip smiled as we stared at each other with a playful gleam on our eyes, each of them reflecting the hues of one another. We saw Odette with a tired droop on her wings, though she mainly looked happy with her ongoing business.

"What would you like to order?" The Swanna asked, smiling brightly.

"Hmm, I'd like some caffe latte, nothing more." Philip says, turning at me with raised brows. I blushed, turning away.

"I-I'll take, i-iced brown coffee, p-please..." I stuttered, and Odette smiled.

"I see," The water swan giggled. "That will be sixty-five Poké for the couple, happy wishes!"

"W-We're not a couple!" We protested, simultaneously while blushing immensely. Philip gave a blank stare and dug beneath his scarf.

"I'll pay for us this time. No protests this time, Kate-ey cake."

"But I can pay for myself!" I yelped in disapproval. He laughed, putting the required amount of Poké on the counter.

"The same way as you want to take the orders yourself," He answered, slyly. I mentally slapped myself on the face, blushing heavily from the embarrassment I had. He's been really weird; he didn't even do that for me before. I know we're just friends, and it seemed that he enjoyed to pay for me, of course, I couldn't stop him; let alone about him being oblivious to the fact that I was falling for him. I smiled, staring at him as he paid for our drinks.