A/N: First story. Read, Review, and be honest, I don't mind constructive criticism.
Please remember secondarily, that I'm going to at least try to stick with this story unil it ends, so if you really like it, you can definitely make sure to let me know, and I'll keep on going.
EDIT: Fixed my spacing, LOOK AT ITS BEAUTY. Also, find the one word I changed and you get the password to my computer.
'Telepathy' "Dialog/Word"
Sitting in my loft space, quietly thinking about the previous events, I sulked. It made me feel a bit
immature when I sulked over the lesser things in life, but this seemed to cross the line. My father is a
wealthy man, an arrogant, and very wealthy man. My mother hardly cared, and that always made it worse.
You see, my father would try to make me like him more, but in the wrong ways, and he'd keep doing it.
For a great many years, he's given me rare, or interesting Pokemon. Now, to most people, this is no big
deal, they'd gladly accept the gifts, and cherish them. Now the problem I had, was that they didn't want
to be with me, it was something they would try to escape from, and in recent years, I took to releasing
them late at night. A week ago, my father found out that I had been behind it, and was furious. This
time, he's said very clearly, and by clearly I mean with as much aggression as he could put behind it
without putting me through a wall, that if I were to let this one go, that I'd be forced out of the
house, and the money that I earned myself would be left with him.
I planned to leave the overly spacious mansion and just travel the world, and I had collected just
enough money to pay for it by now. My problem was that I worked for it, and my father would take it from
me no matter what happened. Knowing my father, if the pokemon he got for me this time stayed, he'd get
aggravated over that, but if I let it go, the same would happen, no matter how it turns out for me, I'd
lose in the end.
I had one pokemon that I kept with me, and she is allowed to leave whenever she pleases, as it would
be much smarter of me to let a female Vulpix do as it wanted. Luna, as I named her two years ago, was
not a gift from my father, but a stray that I found sitting under my window during a rainy day. Over the
years, she took to being a lap-fox, and was very proud. Recently, she started growing her eighth tail,
and another is already splitting at the tip, in another month she'll be a very beautiful Ninetales.
The object of my recent internal debate sat on the table in front of me. While it made me feel a bit
rude to leave the poor thing waiting, I heard time goes by faster inside of the ball, so it wouldn't be
too problematic if I were to think things through a tad longer. I wondered if I could just take as much
of the money as possible, and run off on my own... despite the obvious flaws, it seemed the most logical
choice. I was curious as to what I had been given this time, last time it was a very small Cyndaquil,
terribly afraid of me, and very eager to leave.
I decided that I might as well jump right into whatever I'm getting into, if things go well, things go
well, if I mess up, I mess up. No point fretting over something I cannot control. I begrudgingly picked
up the luxury ball, and pressed the button, setting it back down, What I saw was definitely not what I
would have expected.
While my father always obtained incredibly rare pokemon, this crossed a boundary I've never seen.
From the red glow of the pokeball releasing it, came a Kirlia, with drastically different coloration,
instead of bright green hair, it was a deep blue, instead of red eyes and horns, they were yellow. The
shy appearance of the little doll was brought out by it's fear of being in a strange place, with an
equally strange person such as myself.
It wasn't very easy, saying the first word, given her unique appearance and the complicated nature of
the situation, but after a while of silence, and it's dreadfully fearful expression, I had to break the
silence somehow.
"Hello there... I'm Cedric." I said gently, I held my hand out. I couldn't tell for sure, but it
seemed really, REALLY afraid of me.
I didn't expect any response, but I patiently waited until it at least reacted in some way, and it
did, by shying away, and looking around the room. Luna sat lazily on the couch, unaware to the world
around her.
"It's alright, I won't hurt you, everything is okay." I said quietly, keeping calm and sincere.
"...K-kir..." it near silently muttered, in a soft, nervous tone. She stepped forward hesitantly,
inching closer, staring intently at me. I knew not to say a word, if I did, she'd get scared and back
away, I waited, keeping my eyes on the frightened Kirlia's. After a short while, she got close enough,
and put her tiny, slender hand on mine, I waited a moment, and gave her a kind smile.
"Are you feeling a little better now?" It nodded gently.
"Come sit down on the couch with me." It quietly followed me to the couch.
I sat down on the couch, and patted on the seat to the right of me, Luna lay to my left, quietly
sleeping. After a moment of hesitation, it hopped up and sat beside me. I took a moment, and just
admired it's incredibly unique appearance... asides from the different color, she had nothing else
different, maybe a bit shorter than most, but it was only my second time seeing one in person.
"You know you are very unique, I think it's very interesting." I said to relieve the pressure. it
looked at me, seemingly surprised, it didn't say a word, but it probably made it happy.
"Are you male or female? I'm a bit curious, hold two hands up for male, one hand for female" I asked
patiently, cleverly remembering the lack of fluent communication between us. A short while later, one
hand was put up, and then she put it back down to her side.
"I had thought as much, you don't want to be here do you?" She nodded.
"Don't worry, tonight I'll let you out, but we'll need to be very quiet, and you'll need to trust me."
she seemed to be unsure, but I let it be, the entirety of the situation was complicated.
"For now, how about we relax?" I said as I sat back, just as I said that, Luna woke up, and came to
sit on my lap. A short while later, Kirlia sat up against the arm and back of the couch, looking around
the room curiously.
"This is Luna, she's very close to becoming a Ninetales. She's also a very good friend of mine, I
think you should pet her." I said warmly, smiling and toying with one of her fluffy tails. Just then,
Luna puffed out a bit of fire into the air, surprising Kirlia. The little moment was adorable, Luna not
really knowing what she did, and Kirlia not really knowing either.
"It's fine, here, scratch behind her ear." I said, pointing to her head. Kirlia reached out, and
gently scratched right behind Luna's ear, in no time at all, I could tell Luna would like Kirlia,
especially considering how Luna reacted, by pushing her head into Kirlia's hand, and letting out a
contented sigh.
It was about eleven at night, I would have gone to sleep an hour ago, but recent events made that much
harder. No doubt my father would be waiting for me to try something tonight, so I should wait until
tomorrow to let Kirlia go. I did realise that I was getting somewhat attached to her, but it'd be best to
do as she wanted, and let her free.
"It's getting late, and I would have been asleep ages ago, I'll go get a pillow and a blanket for you,
you can sleep here. I'll let you go tomorrow, my father will no doubt be looking out for us tonight."
Kirlia simply nodded and sat patiently. It was strange, she showed no outward personality traits, as if
she had none other than being skittish and nervous. I went to go get the blanket and pillow from my
room, I slept with three comforters, and four pillows. I stopped when I saw a little envelope on my bed.
I opened it up hesitantly, knowing something isn't going well if people have to leave a note on my bed.
Originally, the pokeball for Kirlia had been placed on my pillow while I was outside, I never noticed
the letter, I didn't know how to react when I read the letter through, it detailed anything I'd need to
know about Kirlia...
'Addressed to whom ever is to own this Pokemon.
Thank you for your purchase with Hearthome Breeders Association!
Cynthia, the Kirlia you have purchased, is an impossibly rare specimen, both in way of appearance and
strength. Cynthia was born weak, like most other Ralts, but as soon as her first evolution came to be,
her combat strength went up by a factor of 14. Most basic evolutions being no more than 2 or 3. At her
current state, she would likely be able to go up against multiple of her own species at full evolution,
and win easily. It's obvious, that when Cynthia evolves, she will be outrageously powerful.
Cynthia is very shy, and fearful of new surroundings, annoyingly becomes easily attached, and will run
at the first sight of abuse from her owner. As we were unable to find anything about her personality out
for ourselves, you'll have to figure that out on your own. It's possible that Cynthia is physically
incapable of breeding, though the reasoning for this is completely unknown to us, as we haven't actually
tested it, but most of the checkups showed similar traits to infertility. We've noticed that, in her
personality, she's nearly useless, but her strength is the prime reason we've kept her here.
Personal Note from breeder Rickman
Do kindly remember that Cynthia is just a pokemon, Kirlia's simply are telepathic, making them able to
communicate fluently, their instincts are just as animal as an Arcanine. If Cynthia is led to believe
she's equal, or superior to humans, it would be catastrophically dangerous.
Signed,
Caleb Harris, Esq.'
Well, first thing to note, is that the Kirlia has a name, and it's Cynthia, what a pretty name.
Secondly, she was raised by a mass breeding group outside of Hearthome, disgusting lot they are. Lastly,
whoever wrote this, really hated Cynthia, for some reason or another, it wasn't too apparent, but it was
noticeable. A second look, revealed a small key in the letter, and another note that simply said "psych
inhibitor" in poor handwriting.
That explained a lot, and would make things simpler from now on. I realized that I'd have to talk to
her about this, and I didn't want to, it would complicate things even further. I grabbed the pillow and
blanket, and walked back into the loft space before my room.
Cynthia was quietly sitting looking out the window and staring at nothing. I put the pillow on the arm
rest of the couch, and lay the blanket on top of it.
"Your name is Cynthia, right?" She looked at me like I had surprised her with what I said. "It's not a
big deal, I didn't know before, I read the breeder's letter, I don't particularly like the way they
wrote about you." I didn't know what she was feeling at this point, but the way she looked said she
probably didn't feel too good.
"Here, turn around and I'll get the inhibitor off, and then you should get some sleep." She didn't
waste a second turning around, I looked at the thick circle latched on in some strange way, put the key
into the hole on the left side, and it just popped right off, leaving a little circular mark on the back
of her neck. I moved away, throwing the inhibitor into the trash can, and saw that her eyes were this
strange bright blue. It dissipated about four seconds after, but it was still strange.
"Hopefully that should help you sleep. I'll help you leave tomorrow. We'll see what happens then." She
stared at me as I walked to my door, I looked back with her still staring at me, I shut the light off
and went to lay in my bed.
Sleep always came easy for me. Not tonight however. I couldn't get the strangeness of the entire
situation out of my head. Where did my father get someone so rare as Cynthia? Why did it have to be the
breeder association, and why in gods name did they have an inhibitor on her? I wanted to know, but I
wanted to let it go at the same time. After some time of rolling about I found uncomfortable rest.