Author's Note: Thanks to ZYXA12-ReBornX7 for remembering one of my old fanfics that I deleted due to an unfortunate invasion 5 years ago, I decided to revive this once tragic fanfic. This however, I see the original tragedy not boding well of proper idea sand plot flow. So this one is reworked and revised mixed with more modern additions coming from Pokemon Super Mystery Dungeon. This is like a special Christmas writing break for me.
Latest Update: These Added chapters come from the friendlier side of AEL so that the kinkier scene can hold all of the chapters this time.
Star Cave itself feels tender for today. While the owner of the cave, Jirachi, glides outside his home cave picking up berries, one guest stretches its tiny arms in harmony with his improperly positioned back wings fluttering away. Victini the Wanderer glances at the cave rocks emitting hues of aquamarine light. "Hhuurrr … water is here." A few steps to the fire pokemon's right, a jug of water lies there awaiting someone to take a sip of the water it contains. Drinking as much as he needs, he laps on it quickly just to moisten his dry throat. Fluttering his wings, he picks up the big apple with his tiny V-shaped paws and bites his get up breakfast.
"You up already?" the wish maker picks up the berries and apples next to the travelling bag.
As Jirachi places the things inside his bag, Victini looks at his big head, "Yeah. Thanks for the shelter." Finishing the last chunk of the apple, he gives his farewell to the wish maker. Grabbing his travel bag, Jirachi gives Victini an escape orb and uses it. In a flash of blue light, Victini's presence is all specs of glitter dusts and memories blown away.
Finally bathing under the rays of the sun, a particular mountain with white patches on its peak catches Victini's eyes. "May as well see the place. Least something I can do there." Walking on the mountain road not connected to the mystery dungeons, the victory pokémon presses on his journey.
"…sorry sister. Not much we could do to you." Here I find myself left behind by my neighbors. The bush houses of Shaymin Village can only ease my boredom and loneliness so much. Seeing the antlers and red scarves of the fellow shaymin in their sky-form leaves my inner essence feeling empty as they fly away to the happy blue skies. I admit that the scent and power of the Gracidea Flowers during the spring season are fragrantly rosy sweet. But it never lets me get my sky form like everyone else. With nothing else for me to do, I look towards the peak of the mountain ahead. With its natural trance, I walk back to my bushy house and pick up three sitrus berries. After stuffing them on my bushy back, I give the Drifblim Carriers a visit with a hundred poke on paw.
"Hello there, Flora. Seems that you have yet to bloom." The balloon carrier looks down on me being a little hedgehog.
"It is this season again I miss. I don't even know if I could even fly one day," giving the cash to Drifblim, the carrier lowers its ribbon-like arms and clamp them together. Flora the shaymin hitches a ride on its arms. "Gateway 4. Sky peak Prairie." With a little liftoff, I carry myself to the skies albeit for a while. Even if I am just clinging on a pokémon, seeing the small valley near the mountain filled with Gracidea Flowers gives my lonely side a smile of hope. "One day, I can achieve my sky forme, and find a friend that I can be with until the end." Next to the stairs is an Escape Orb I quickly stuff in my bushy back.
Minutes later, the carrier sets me down on the entrance. Mystery dungeons within this mountain are not that big for me to get hungry. While most travelers can challenge the rogue mons in here, I learned how to blend myself with the environment most of the time. I rather avoid fights just about all the time.
After climbing up the fourth stairs, my daily routine immediately gets thrown off upon the sight of the resident Carnivine being greatly injured by something. However, a particular creature stands out. Its wings connected to its hips stay limp with its orange ears. As I approach the caramel colored pokémon, I check for anything that it has on its bag, "It's out of things. Maybe he fainted in the dungeon. But why do the carnivine end up passing out? The air around this fifth checkpoint feels wrong. Its breeze is dungeon like. Let's get us out." Shaking the orb from my back, it drops behind me. Rolling it in the middle, I tap the orb as this bright light shines down on us.
Once I see myself in the central plaza of Shaymin Village, I make a run for the resident drifblim to help me carry the pokémon at the resident clinic. For the other pokémon, I carry it myself to my little house for multiple bruises around its body show signs of cramps and muscle swelling. I may had had carried fellow land forme shaymin that were sick before, but this fire-and-normal-type-looking pokémon is twice my weight. With all of that panting giving me a workout, I push on with my medication to the carnivine residents.
Some minutes later, all of the grass predators should be fully recovered by the end of sunset thanks to my aromatherapy. Returning to my house, I check on my unique client. I never met or seen this pokémon. But I'll just look about this later as I get a clay pot filled with a bit of water and set it up on a campfire in the middle of my open roof house to boil it. As I pull out a few leaves from the Pecha Trees grown on my little garden, I return to the pot and set them there. While there are bigger pots in my house, as the non-blooming resident of the village, my neighbors built custom sized pots for us Shaymin to use during night.
Checking on my client once more, he has quite a big head that holds those big V shaped ears. While his upper body is quite thin, its hips and legs are bloated like round things. Seeing its feet and paws similarly shaped to its ears makes it look like someone born with lots of things. As I hear the water bubbling, I pull out the leaves quickly and place it on my back. Just before the boiling heat burns my bushy body, I place the leaves on its head, arms, legs, and chest. Shaking off the droplets of water, I take a good look on this pokeon once more. "I hope you will be okay." With a deep breath, I release a fresh blow of my aromatherapy around my place. As sunset approaches, I tuck myself on the leafy bed for an afternoon nap.
For the victory pokémon finding him resting on a hut, the open roof he sees tells him that nighttime is approaching soon. Looking around the place, he notices the leaves laying on his chest, arms, and legs. One leaf is lying on the floor. He assumes that it came from his head. Examining the hut, he sees a campfire below a clay pot in the middle with other furniture hugging the walls of the hut.
A muffle grunt is the first thing Victini hears. A small pokémon with a grassy bush back pushes a basket filled with apples and various seeds. When the two pokémon glance at each other, both of them end up looking at each other in surprise. For Shaymin, her client is more than recovered. It is such an attractive pokémon that can contest her sky-forme-friends base on how they look. For Victini, he cannot believe just how a pokémon half-his size manage to bring him to safety. That battle against the torterra on the mountains battered him badly for he never fought and encountered one before.
"Eeehh, Hi. Where am I? And what pokémon are you?" Victini gets up from the bed.
To learn that she is dealing with an adorable and handsome male pokémon, she struggles to let out a word. Trying to look at her client's face, she slowly gives her answers, "Mmmm … I … I am … Shaymin. You are in my house … Shaymin Village."
"Well, alright then Shaymin. Nice to see you. And thank you for rescuing me even though I never called anyone for help. You are brave for a little mon like me." For a pokemon who had little social interaction with civilized pokémon, he sees the way he talks being uninteresting. Shy minded mons just happens to be something he often has trouble talking with.
"Me? A … brave pokémon? I-I-I-I don't … I cannot see me being brave. I just … happen to find you on the mountain." All those nervousness makes Shaymin's belly growl. Victini's own belly follows suit.
"I like knowing you. Say, we eat first?" helping out the smaller pokémon, the two pixies set the basket of berries near the extinguished campfire. Getting a few twigs and sticks, Victini exhales a small ember to light it up. With the two remaining sticks, the two of them stick the berries on them and slowly cook it on the growing tiny fire. "Call me Victor. I am a mighty travelling Victini travelling around places. Can you tell me more about yourself little Shaymin?" with one stick set, the fire type pokémon picks it up and starts chewing on the grilled apple.
"Name is Flora. Mister Victor, I am not the only … shaymin in this … village. Villagers also … like me. But me, I … want to fly."
"Wait a minute. Hold your ponyta. You can fly Miss Flora? But you don't like a flying type to me. How can you really fly?" hopping off the ground, Victor presents his psychic prowess even if he is not fond of using his psychic type moves. He can fly, only not as high as how true flying type pokémon could fly. "I use my psychic skills for lift but it can exhaust my head easily after some extended use."
"I … can't. I can, but … can't." with such reluctance to answer for how the Victory pokémon presents himself to the little hedgehog, Flora's confidence had never been tried as hard as this moment.
"Hey Flora!" one of the local shaymins enter the house while whirling its scarf. "Hi Flora. We are back – oh my gracious! What is that pokémon doing here?!" When another shaymin enters Flora's hut, the two of them immediately revert to their land forms with Gracideas on near their little heads and ears on top of their bushes.
"Uhhh Miss Flora, are those your neighbors? They just looked different from you. But now, they are like you? You transform like a ditto into that other forme? It looked like a fawn with a red scarf with wings on the ears?" While Victor waits for his female acquaintance to answer, he sees her staring at the dusty floor possibly prying eyes on her fellow neighbors, "Flora? Miss Flora? You hear me?"
"Long story shrinked down, she cannot transform when sniffing a Gracidea Flower." The first shaymin shares her knowledge to the new resident. After whispering a few things to the second shaymin with a slightly bigger gracideas, the younger shaymin leaves for its hut.
Heeding its neighbor's request, the older shaymin tells Victor, "Mister. She did not mean to hurt little Flora here. We just do not know how to cure her problem. Us shaymin can really glide and fly like you in daytime only after sniffing gracidea flowers. Somehow, she cannot."
"Eeehhh … I guess I understand the problem. So that is decided. I am helping you Flora!" when Victor settles down, the other shaymin left the two pokémon alone.
"What? What the? How can you help me? She already told you I just can't!" in a desperate attempt to cover herself, Flora looks for her neighbor. This time, she ends up being alone with this eager fire type.
With his left paw holding on to his waist, he approaches the little pokémon and crouch down looking into the shuddering grass type's face, "Am I missing something on your problem Miss Flora? Show it to me then!" Flora shakes her head side wards. As the victini reaches his paws on the shaymin's frontal grassy bush hair, his savior walks backwards. This chase reaches its end upon touching the wall of the hut that Victor gets to dig through Flora's bushy hair. "Eeeekkk! Eeeppp! Mister Victor! Do not treat me like a child! Don't you know priva- ack!"
When Victor spreads his fingers on the front sides of the bushes, Flora knows now that he spots the gracideas on her are still buds that have not yet fully sprouted. "Had you just show me these moments ago, I might have planned our trip for tomorrow by now."
"Why are you helping me then? Are you one of those Exploration Teams?" looking at his face inquisitively, Flora sense something tranquil in his blue eyes.
"Nah. I'm just a traveler that likes to help whenever I like to. Got nothing else to do. We better get rest by now. We will have to travel to Capim Town." Victor immediately checks his bag for supplies they may need.
Flora wonders on her client's statement, "Is that … really your reason? Nothing … else to do?"
"I'm feeling bored for a while now. Maybe helping you getting those buds of yours to bloom can make you fly in the day." Since nighttime is closing towards midnight, Flora goes ahead setting up another leaf bed for her to sleep. She finds herself dumbstruck by the generous motive of this pokémon. A part of her makes her feel thankful for a long while. While she makes others to feel their gratitude, this day just maybe the time she sees generosity as something that she can give in the future. But for tonight, she gets her early sleep. Her mama told her tales about the glory of Treasure Town before being forgotten in the past ten years. The only other civilized place her mother told her is called Capim Town. Perhaps, her Fire and Psychic type client knows the way.