Ha, HA!! Oh, I am BACK!! I came up with this totally insane idea a few
nights ago, and now I have 8 pages of it, each from a different person's
point of view! Oh, sure, I've added a ton of my own characters, but this
is based on the future of a comic series I adore called Pokémon Adventures.
The only twist is that it's from a future in which there's another
character. If you're totally confused, just read the story. It starts out
strangely, and the plot just thickens with the second chapter. Bye for
now! Oh, and I don't own Pokémon, just ta let ya know.
I can feel the silky fur of some kind of Pokémon beneath my hands. Yeah, big whoop. So many Pokémon have soft, smooth fur that identity by touch alone almost never works!
I feel a long tail lashing against my legs. Just like the last one. This one doesn't like me too much either. Wonder why? I think I feel two prongs on it, but just to be sure I move my hands to the creature's head. My fingers seek out the areas just under the eyes…yeah, it's an Espeon. I can tell from the tufts of fur on its cheeks.
"Espeon," I say out loud.
"Very good, Maya," Professor Birch says to me. His voice is deep and soothing to the Pokémon, and it's tail beats against my crossed legs with less force. "And what does it think of you?"
"Just like the last one, sir," I sigh. "It feels slightly jumpy and it doesn't feel right being with me."
The Professor sighs. The Espeon stands and trots off through one of the two doors in the room.
Finding a Seeing Eye Pokémon wasn't going too well for me. Of course, what DID go well for me? I've had a string of bad luck since I went blind in that car crash last year. Not only did both my parents die, but it turns out that I don't have any known living relatives! A nice couple adopted me, but they just weren't the same as my real parents. And, of course, they brought me here, but that was one of the few good things that's happened since the accident.
I hear the Professor writing something else in his notebook. Probably saying that Espeon don't get along well with me. Of the eighteen Pokémon that had been tried so far, only the Umbreon had seemed at ease. We both knew we weren't the perfect partners, though, so it had left. Just like everyone else I've ever known.
"Hmmm…" Professor Birch has started muttering about something. I listen intently, but I can't figure out what he's saying. "Maya," he says suddenly.
"Yes, sir?" I reply eagerly.
"Would you mind if I try something?" he asks, a bit hesitantly.
"What kind of something?" I ask, crinkling my nose a bit.
"Should I take that as a yes or a no?" he says laughingly.
"A yes," I reply firmly.
"Very good," he says encouragingly. I hear the heavy steps of his boots crossing the wooden floor, then the creak of a door opening. Yet all around me is darkness. I still haven't gotten fully used to being blind, but I usually don't break down thinking about it. I don't this time, either, although I feel my usual pang of loss.
I snap back to attention as the Professor returns. I hear a heavy clacking behind him: nails on hardwood. A Growlithe, maybe. The clicking comes toward me then stops about a foot in front of me. I can feel a slight, warm breeze on my cheek, and the presence of a cold, wet nose sniffing my face. A slight growl escapes from the creature's throat, not a menacing growl, more of a friendly one. Then I hear its lips part as it begins to pant lightly. The air hits my forehead, but I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor. A Growlithe couldn't do that. They're not tall enough. The breath itself is chillingly warm. I know what it is…it's not one of the best Seeing Eye Pokémon because of its disposition…it's about as fickle as a Persian, and usually more dangerous…
Oh, no way. He didn't…he didn't send in one of THOSE, did he!?
The panting continues, but I feel a heavy form lay down in front of me. My hands move hesitantly to the body now lying out before me. I start at the head, because I don't feel a tail lashing against me this time. Instead I feel a warm presence, a comforting pressure on my legs.
I feel short fur on the Pokémon's head. Moving towards the sides of the head, my suspicions are confirmed. I'm starting to get a bit scared. I didn't expect him to bring one of these things in here. I feel the large, curving horns on the sides of the Houndoom's head.
My fingers move more quickly now. I feel the armor around the ribs, the short, coarse fur covering the creature's whole body, the devilish triangle at the end of its tail. I swallow loudly, keeping my hands firmly planted on the Houndoom's back.
"H-H-Houndoom," I say, my voice holding a clear tremor.
"Yes, Maya, but there's nothing to be afraid of. This Houndoom's been in training for years to keep it from attacking humans. It started out as a Houndour and evolved earlier last year," Professor Birch explains.
"I'm sure you know why we don't train many Houndour and Houndoom," he says, chuckling slightly since he knows I know already.
"It's because they're unpredictable around humans," I reply.
"Correct," he praises me. The Houndoom lets out a growl that sounds strangely like a chuckle of laughter. "But we do train a few of the dark hounds, but just the ones that seem to show a special devotion to humans.
"I would have brought you a Houndour, but we don't have any at this center at the moment," he explains. The Houndoom is now sniffing my knee, which is putting me slightly on edge. I'm wearing shorts today, since it's about ninety degrees outside. It can be sweltering in Celadon during the summer!
"Sir," I ask, my voice a bit higher than usual. I cough lightly to bring it back to normal, "would it hurt if this Houndoom licked me?"
"Of course not!" he laughs. "It's only the fire of a Houndoom can hurt you from a distance!"
"Unless it knows psychic moves," I mutter under my breath. I remember reading in one of my old Pokémon textbooks a piece about Houndoom having the ability to learn psychic attacks. Certain scientists said it's impossible, others said that it's been done. I didn't know which to believe, and I still don't.
"So…" Professor Birch urges. What's he want from me…oh, yeah! I haven't told him what it thinks of me yet. Oops.
"I think it likes me," I say as it licks my knee. I've never had a Pokémon do that before.
"Would you like a Houndoom as your Seeing Eye Pokémon?" he asks. I lift my head toward the voice and nod, smiling. "Good. His name is DemonFire, but everyone just calls him Demon for short. I hope the two of you get along very well."
I stand, as does Demon. The Professor comes forward, and I hear the harness snap into place. He puts the handle into my hand.
"Thank you, sir," I say, very sincerely. Demon begins to move forward, pulling me gently along. I hear Professor Birch move ahead of us, and the creak of a door opening.
"Have fun," he says. I smile again. Demon will be a good Pokémon partner.
I can feel the silky fur of some kind of Pokémon beneath my hands. Yeah, big whoop. So many Pokémon have soft, smooth fur that identity by touch alone almost never works!
I feel a long tail lashing against my legs. Just like the last one. This one doesn't like me too much either. Wonder why? I think I feel two prongs on it, but just to be sure I move my hands to the creature's head. My fingers seek out the areas just under the eyes…yeah, it's an Espeon. I can tell from the tufts of fur on its cheeks.
"Espeon," I say out loud.
"Very good, Maya," Professor Birch says to me. His voice is deep and soothing to the Pokémon, and it's tail beats against my crossed legs with less force. "And what does it think of you?"
"Just like the last one, sir," I sigh. "It feels slightly jumpy and it doesn't feel right being with me."
The Professor sighs. The Espeon stands and trots off through one of the two doors in the room.
Finding a Seeing Eye Pokémon wasn't going too well for me. Of course, what DID go well for me? I've had a string of bad luck since I went blind in that car crash last year. Not only did both my parents die, but it turns out that I don't have any known living relatives! A nice couple adopted me, but they just weren't the same as my real parents. And, of course, they brought me here, but that was one of the few good things that's happened since the accident.
I hear the Professor writing something else in his notebook. Probably saying that Espeon don't get along well with me. Of the eighteen Pokémon that had been tried so far, only the Umbreon had seemed at ease. We both knew we weren't the perfect partners, though, so it had left. Just like everyone else I've ever known.
"Hmmm…" Professor Birch has started muttering about something. I listen intently, but I can't figure out what he's saying. "Maya," he says suddenly.
"Yes, sir?" I reply eagerly.
"Would you mind if I try something?" he asks, a bit hesitantly.
"What kind of something?" I ask, crinkling my nose a bit.
"Should I take that as a yes or a no?" he says laughingly.
"A yes," I reply firmly.
"Very good," he says encouragingly. I hear the heavy steps of his boots crossing the wooden floor, then the creak of a door opening. Yet all around me is darkness. I still haven't gotten fully used to being blind, but I usually don't break down thinking about it. I don't this time, either, although I feel my usual pang of loss.
I snap back to attention as the Professor returns. I hear a heavy clacking behind him: nails on hardwood. A Growlithe, maybe. The clicking comes toward me then stops about a foot in front of me. I can feel a slight, warm breeze on my cheek, and the presence of a cold, wet nose sniffing my face. A slight growl escapes from the creature's throat, not a menacing growl, more of a friendly one. Then I hear its lips part as it begins to pant lightly. The air hits my forehead, but I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor. A Growlithe couldn't do that. They're not tall enough. The breath itself is chillingly warm. I know what it is…it's not one of the best Seeing Eye Pokémon because of its disposition…it's about as fickle as a Persian, and usually more dangerous…
Oh, no way. He didn't…he didn't send in one of THOSE, did he!?
The panting continues, but I feel a heavy form lay down in front of me. My hands move hesitantly to the body now lying out before me. I start at the head, because I don't feel a tail lashing against me this time. Instead I feel a warm presence, a comforting pressure on my legs.
I feel short fur on the Pokémon's head. Moving towards the sides of the head, my suspicions are confirmed. I'm starting to get a bit scared. I didn't expect him to bring one of these things in here. I feel the large, curving horns on the sides of the Houndoom's head.
My fingers move more quickly now. I feel the armor around the ribs, the short, coarse fur covering the creature's whole body, the devilish triangle at the end of its tail. I swallow loudly, keeping my hands firmly planted on the Houndoom's back.
"H-H-Houndoom," I say, my voice holding a clear tremor.
"Yes, Maya, but there's nothing to be afraid of. This Houndoom's been in training for years to keep it from attacking humans. It started out as a Houndour and evolved earlier last year," Professor Birch explains.
"I'm sure you know why we don't train many Houndour and Houndoom," he says, chuckling slightly since he knows I know already.
"It's because they're unpredictable around humans," I reply.
"Correct," he praises me. The Houndoom lets out a growl that sounds strangely like a chuckle of laughter. "But we do train a few of the dark hounds, but just the ones that seem to show a special devotion to humans.
"I would have brought you a Houndour, but we don't have any at this center at the moment," he explains. The Houndoom is now sniffing my knee, which is putting me slightly on edge. I'm wearing shorts today, since it's about ninety degrees outside. It can be sweltering in Celadon during the summer!
"Sir," I ask, my voice a bit higher than usual. I cough lightly to bring it back to normal, "would it hurt if this Houndoom licked me?"
"Of course not!" he laughs. "It's only the fire of a Houndoom can hurt you from a distance!"
"Unless it knows psychic moves," I mutter under my breath. I remember reading in one of my old Pokémon textbooks a piece about Houndoom having the ability to learn psychic attacks. Certain scientists said it's impossible, others said that it's been done. I didn't know which to believe, and I still don't.
"So…" Professor Birch urges. What's he want from me…oh, yeah! I haven't told him what it thinks of me yet. Oops.
"I think it likes me," I say as it licks my knee. I've never had a Pokémon do that before.
"Would you like a Houndoom as your Seeing Eye Pokémon?" he asks. I lift my head toward the voice and nod, smiling. "Good. His name is DemonFire, but everyone just calls him Demon for short. I hope the two of you get along very well."
I stand, as does Demon. The Professor comes forward, and I hear the harness snap into place. He puts the handle into my hand.
"Thank you, sir," I say, very sincerely. Demon begins to move forward, pulling me gently along. I hear Professor Birch move ahead of us, and the creak of a door opening.
"Have fun," he says. I smile again. Demon will be a good Pokémon partner.