Hello my readers. I have begun this story as a way to help relieve some writers block. This will be updated from time to time between updates to 'Change of Fate'. Enjoy :3
I do not own pokemon. All rights to pokemon go to nintendo :3
Shard was growing irritable. He'd been sitting for hours on a hard wooden floor and his ass was starting to hurt, his wrists were chaffing from the ropes that bound them, and his muzzle was sore from a heavy punch from a lucario earlier. All in all, worst day ever. The umbreon leaned back against the bars of the cage-like carriage, the sound of the rapidashs' hooves still beating out a steady rhythm on the hard-packed earth. It wasn't long before he heard those irritating 'oohs' and 'aahs' as psychic types stared at him in his little prison. He wasn't surprised. Umbreon were rare, even in the dark lands, but a shiny such as him self was an exceptional find for any self respecting trader. He looked out and saw the raised platform where dark types were sold into servitude to the highest bidder.
'Wonderful, I get to be somebody's pet.' He thought sarcastically. No way in hell would he go down without a fight… usually. The twelve lucario guarding the area made him wise up and just deal with whatever life decided to beat him upside the head with next. Finally the cage was opened and he was pulled out, his bindings cut. He was led into a small building where he was promptly stripped, much to his embarrassment, and bathed. His nose twitched and he sneezed, a few suds having made their way inside. He was unceremoniously dragged out to an open area to stand and allow pompous rich assholes look him over to judge his 'worth'. One man decided to poke his nose. His finger was promptly bitten with a smirk from Shard. The man's girlish yelp would have been funny had a barbed whip not graced his back afterward, its sharp kiss making him go rigid. He was fairly sure that, by law, traders couldn't beat 'product'. He growled, but was ignored. Typical.
Elise was walking in the market as she did every Thursday. She was, as usual, running errands for her father, the local 'baron' . As such, she was rather distracted until she heard the tell-tale sound of a cart. Looking up, she recognized it as one of the trader caravans and was about to turn away. Then she saw him. A young umbreon resting in the cage, predictably being ogled by every potential buyer in the area. The espeon had never seen an umbreon before, let alone a shiny. His fur was smoothed down, his blue rings glowing softly. Her gaze, like everyone else's, followed him until the cart disappeared into the trading lot. She swallowed. She hated the trading lot, but she wanted a closer look at the umbreon.
'What should I do…?' She thought quietly. She bit her lip. She had things to do, but he was so….. alluring, exotic. She made up her mind. Chores be damned, she wasn't letting that boy slip away. Her father wanted a young new servant to keep an eye on her anyway, and this umbreon was perfect. Quickly she jogged to the trading grounds, just in time to see a barbed whip bite into the boy's back. Her eyes went wide. It was illegal to use whips on others, even the servants. She ran forward, hearing the umbreon's defiant growl. So he still had some spirit after all. Most 'product' arrived broken already, resigned to their fate. His defiance brought a smile to her face. It was comforting to find another rebel. The sawk holding the whip went to swing again, but she caught his wrist and glared at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asked, her voice laced with venom.
"Just teaching this boy some respect. Got a problem with that?" He replied, anger bubbling up.
Shard was utterly confused. First, where the hell had this girl come from? Second, why was she standing up for him? Third, who was she? And last, why did he give a flying fuck? The last one brought back his indifference and he turned away from them without a thought. That is, until he heard the sawk.
"Alright, deal. He's all yours miss blake."
The umbreon paled. She'd bought him. SHE'D BOUGHT HIM! He turned to her, bewildered. She just smiled, leading him out of the field. In his shocked state, he put up no resistance. Finally she stopped and turned to him.
"My name's Elise….. what's yours?" She asked cheerfully. For some reason, learning her name made his stomach flutter.
"Shard." He replied flatly. She seemed taken aback by the abrupt answer, as she turned and started walking, albeit more nervously now. He chuckled. It was nice to see she wasn't another stuck up bitch. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
And that is our beginning... what insanity will ensue? Who knows? I make things up as i go XD