Here goes my first one shot! This one is a Quilladin and Pignite one, they are so cute together.
Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon. If I did, rainbow would be a type. It's not. Get with the times, Japan!
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"Hey, give it back!" shouted a young Emolga at a playground.
"Haha, come and get it!" yelled an excited Riolu. Emolga began to chase after him.
"This is so much fun!"
"You bet it is! Catch me if you can, slowpoke!"
"Wow," said a wide-eyed Quilladin. "So many new people to meet!" He had just moved to the town 2 days before, and spent the previous day settling in. This was his first day going in town. He had decided to visit the playground. Time to have fun. Time to make friends.
"Growlithe! I got you, you're it!"
"No way Flaafy! You were no where near me!"
"Cinncino, come on! Lets join the tag game!"
"Okay Salamence! I'll be right there!" The Cinncino finished tying her shoe and ran over with Salamence, joining the game. Quilladin stared in awe. There were pokemon off all types, shapes, sizes and ages at this playground. Although the fully evolved Salamence didn't sound too much older than the little Growlithe, they all got along fine. Now was Quilladin's turn to jump in.
"Hey guys, can I join your tag game?" The Flaafy glanced in his direction, but didn't speak or acknowledge him in any way. He would have to get closer.
"Yo guys? Can I play with you?" This time he was heard by the 4 mentioned players, plus all of the other players which included a Hitmontop, Chatot, Kirlia, a shiny Deerling, and an Elekid. They all stared at poor Quilladin before Elekid spoke up.
"Hey, aren't you a little bit-I don't know, out of shape?"
"What? What do you mean?" asked Quilladin. His huge, bright smile remained on his face.
"I think that Elekid means, you don't look like a kind of guy to run," admitted the Chatot. Deerling shoved her in the side.
"No, all Quilladin look like this," he said, his smile fading the slightest bit. Tbe Kirlia decided to speak next.
"Well, then all Quilladin are fat."
"Wait, what?" His once huge smile was almost completely gone.
"Kirlia! Apologize!" yelled the Deerling.
"Is being nice better than being honest?" Deerling looked down in defeat, before waving to her friends and running to the Sawsbuck that had appeared on the sidewalk. Kirlia waved to her too, despite her attitude. Then Kirlia turned back to Quilladin.
"Listen, fatty, we don't want a big tub like you in our game."
"Y-you," he stammered. Kirlia smiled triumphantly, and turned back to her friends. Growlithe showed no response, Cinncino and Salamence looked apologetic, and the Hitmontop high fived the Kirlia.
"I can't believe my life," thought Quilladin, as the mean pokemon continued their game of tag. He began to cry when he sat on a broken swing, in which the bars on it had snapped when he sat down on it. "I really am just a big fatty with no friends. Kirlia was right." He watched as 1 by 1, all of the kids on the playground had left. The Growlithe had snuggled up to 2 Arcanine, Riolu had jumped into the arms of an old Lucario, Flaafy sprinted to an Ampharos who was pushing a baby Mareep in a stroller, even Kirlia held hands with her mother Gardevoir and father Gallade as they began walking down the street.
And then what did he have? A Sceptile for a dad, a dead mother, killed in a fire. That was why they had moved. He had barely escaped the fire in which his mother was killed. They had lived in a place for the homeless people for months, until they raised enough cash. So they bought a new house, moved in 2 days ago, and tried to live a normal life.
But life wouldn't ever be normal for a fatty like him. He had been teased about his weight ever since he was evolved, and his stupid father did nothing about it. Stupid man. Never payed any attention to his own son.
Everything changed for him when a pokémon had tapped him on the shoulder from behind.
"Go away," said Quilladin with a sniffle.
"Why?" asked the other pokemon.
"I said, leave me alone!" snapped Quilladin, walking away. The other pokemon was faster and jumped in front of him.
"Please, why?"
"Did you see what they said to me?" The other pokemon, a Pignite, nodded. "The comments didn't hurt. What hurt me is that they were true." He began to sob.
"Please, stop crying!" said the female Pignite. "Listen to me, I know what it's like to be teased about my weight. You shouldn't let it get to you. You're great on the inside, Quilladin!"
"No, I'm not. I'm an awful pokemon. I must be if everyone treats me like it." It began to rain softly, not quite hard enough to make Pignite leave. She stood her ground and put her hand on Quilladin's shoulder.
"You must have someone. Tell me, where's your mother?"
"Dead," replied Quilladin, hid crying barely visible in the rain.
"Father?"
"A stupid, cocky Sceptile who doesn't care about me."
"You don't have anyone at all?" The rain began to pour harder, sizzling on Pignite's skin, but she still wouldn't leave.
"Nope. Not a single soul on this planet would give a care if I died."
Pignite began to cry with Quilladin. "I...I would care. I would care about you, Quilladin."
"That makes one of us."
"Quilladin. Do you see the beauty of this earth? This life we are living? The sun rising each day, the moon twinkling each night? The hearts of all the good pokemon, beating together in harmony? Don't you get it? We were all put on this earth for a reason, and you just need to figure out the reason!"
Quilladin sat down. "I-I guess you're right. But I don't have anyone anymore. No reason to live, the sun never shining my a path, the moonlight avoiding my eyes, my heart losing the will of life. And the only beauty I've seen in a long time is you!" With the last comment, he began wailing, and so did Pignite.
"Quilladin, I...I..."
"Don't say anything. Don't say anything at all. Let the earth speak for us." With that, the rain turned into a downpour, soaking both pokemon. Pignite didn't mind though. She just wanted Quilladin to be happy, and he seemed it now. She rested her head on his shoulder, and she could hear the earth speaking to her.
Don't ever let it go...Don't ever let him go...