Me: Well I'll be a monkey's uncle.
Dani: O.o What the...
Me: Oh hush. Any who, surprise! I'm alive!
Others: O.O
Me:...Shut up
GUP: That's what you get for being so freaking /dead/ from this place.
Me: I can't help it that school's been killing my creative side!
Everybody else: ...
Me: ... Leave me alone. Just enjoy the fic! Oh yeah, should be Friendshipping starting next chapter? But enjoy the /extremely/ short first chapter. I feel sort of ashamed posting something like this /this/ short. Oh well, I'll make up for it next chapter.
"Come on, Ruby!" a teens voice called out. Along a river, the water raging and the currents looking very strong, surrounded by trees on both sides, a group of kids was playfully running down the shoreline, and lagging behind them was a boy. Up in the sky, clouds began to cumulate, dark and light clouds.
The boy, wearing a grey sweatshirt and blue pants, walked down the river, his attention on some other matter. His wavy dark brown hair parted neatly above his sapphire eye that stared down at the ground.
...Why me? Why do I have this fate?
Up in the trees, the branches shuffled several times, despite the lack of wind that day. Several pairs of eyes stared down from the tree, eyeing all of the teens. A small click was heard, and several forms quickly dived out of the trees and toward the group of kids up ahead.
...My name... is Ruby. My... last name has disappeared from me, along with my life and hope...
The group of teens ahead of Ruby screamed from the appearance of several green creatures surrounded them. Standing only a few feet high, their bodies green, with the exception of their pinkish underside, were the focus of the boys' eyes. Their arms, having two claws at the end of each one and three leaves that jutted out from their wrists, were pointed toward the boys. Their eyes, black pupils surrounded by a yellow iris, pierced into the boys, scaring them a lot; on top of their head, a sole blade dropped down to the bottom of their body. Their "tails", or the two long and thin blades, gently swayed back and forth with the small breeze that was flowing by.
For years, Ive lived for all of those around me, for my family, and for my Pokemon. But, what have I gotten for my kindness? Hatred? Isolation? Always being forgotten?
Ruby looked up at the panicked boys before dashing toward the boys, all the while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a condensed sphere; the sphere was red on the top half and white on the other half, and a black ring circles around the middle of the sphere, and a button is placed on the ring. Ruby let his thumb move over the button and lightly tap it, enlarging the aforementioned ball, more commonly known as a Pokéball.
Ruby threw the Pokéball toward the creatures, known as Grovyle, and called out, "Typhlo, Smokescreen!"
Why do I even exist if no being, aside from Cyndaquil, one I found abandoned, even acknowledges me? Why do I bother trying to help others when they clearly don't care about me?
A bright light emanated from the ball as it cracked open, and a cloud of smoke swooped in quickly afterwards. The confused Grovyles looked around, hoping to find the source of the current interference. However, after a Grovyle was suddenly knocked out, the rest retreated up onto the branches above them, looking below and hoping to find the culprit. Course, as soon as the teens discovered that the Grovyle had retreated, they ran as fast as they could. They ran until another Grovyle had jumped down in front of them, surprising them and making them realize one thing: they were cornered. The Grovyle took a step forward, but was soon propelled back as a flaming ball crashed into the Grovyle's abdomen.
That's right... I remember why I do it, why I help those who refuse to recognize me. Its because I wont sink down to their level of selfishness, and…because nobody else will do it...
The rest of the Grovyle watched as their companion fell, and the flames around the ball diminished, and in its place was a small porcupine like creature. Its milky body, with a thick navy blue-like color running down its back, stood only a bit above a foot; its eyes remained closed as it stared at the Grovyle. The flames jutted out on its back, but it was slowly decreasing in size. It stood on two hind legs while its two small, stubby "arms", or legs, depending on what position it was in, dropped down the small height it could.
Walking out of the smoke, Ruby stared down at the Grovyle, and then back up at the panicked-struck teens next to him. "Are you guys morons?" Ruby spat out at the group. The panic had slightly disappeared, in trade for annoyance, as they listened to Ruby. "Did you guys forget? Itsdangerous out in the wild! That's why we were given Pokemon!"
But even then, why do I continue to do this? Why is it that I still go through pain for doing such deeds...
"S-shut up!" stuttered one of them, his voice trembling.
"Why!" interrogated Ruby. He pointed his finger at them and boldly stated out, "Because of all of your incompetence, you were almost attacked by a group of wild Grovyle!"
I just wish that, one time, I'd finally be able to live life the way I'd like it to. That I'd finally be able to feel contentment in this life...
While they began to argue, the Grovyle were shifting their position, moving closer to the conflicting boys, careful not to make a noise.
"So what!" yelled out another one of the boys. "Who said that we needed your help!"
But why do they continue to reject everything that I do just for them...
"What!?" Ruby bellowed. He threw his hands up into the air, raising his voice, "What kind of bull is that!"
A tree branch cracked.
I… only want a second chance in this life…
Ruby's eyes shifted to the side as he watch the rest of the wild Grovyle jump out of the tree near them and dive toward them. The other boys had yet to realize the oncoming attack, and Ruby had few options. Everything seemed to be in slow motion for Ruby as his mind searched for a decision. As the wilds began to inch their way toward the group, Ruby could easily tell who they were aiming for: Cyndaquil. His eyes widened as they slowly came closer, and the other boys just realizing what was happening. Ruby could only think of one thing to do as the Grovyle came upon the oblivious Cyndaquil; he had to run, and quickly.
One of the Grovyle landed in front of the Cyndaquil, and as it turned around, the blades on the Grovyles wrist began to glow neon green and lengthen.
Everything remained as slow as before as Ruby was finally able to get his legs running. He pushed by the hard-headed boy in front of him, watching the blades on Grovyle's wrist glow and enlarge.
The Cyndaquil's flames erratically pumped out of its back, but as the blade was slammed into its body, it could only powerlessly be hit back, falling towards its demise in the river.
Ruby's eyes widened as he saw his own Pokemon inch closer and closer to its death, and only one thought crossed his mind. As Cyndaquil finally began his descent toward the raging river, Ruby threw away all (yes,all) logic and dove after Cyndaquil. Unlike the Grovyle who watched Ruby's action with humor, the boys watched with terror as Ruby caught the Cyndaquil in the air and, seconds before crashing into the river, chucked him back to shore. As Cyndaquil crashed on the shore, the Grovyle took their leave by disappearing into the trees. And, with the other boys having vanished, Cyndaquil was all alone as he watched his trainer struggle against the river's strong currents.
Ruby was sucked under the water, but only to resurface a few seconds later coughing up water. Crap, I don't think I'm gonna I can fight against this current. It's too strong… Ruby took a glance over to the shore and saw his Cyndaquil running along the river. "Typhlo!" screamed Ruby. Cyndaquil stared at Ruby, but only saw Ruby sink back under for a few seconds. Ruby resurfaced and, when a rock that jutted out of the river was seen, grabbed onto it. "Leave me!"
Cyndaquil stopped and stared at Ruby, his words not registering in his mind. "Quil?" squeaked Typhlo.
"I'm-" Ruby tried to say as water gushed in and out of his mouth, "my grip won't last much longer on this rock, Typhlo. You've gotta go home and stay with Mom!"
"Cynda!" Typhlo yelled out, waving its stubby, little arms around.
"Listen to me!" Ruby yelled out. Cyndaquil settled down, and Ruby continued, "This is my last order…" This is goodbye, Cyndaquil… "You're free now, boy." Ruby's eyes began to shake, but the onslaught of water forced Ruby to shut his eyes. His hands began to slip on the rock.
Tears began to drip down from Cyndaquil's eyes when he heard those words. "Cyn...daquil?" stuttered Typhlo.
The tears, though barely visible because of the water splashed on his face, trickled down Ruby's face. "Goodbye... Cyndaquil..." Ruby weakly said, where only Typhlo could barely hear it. Ruby's hands finally lost their grip on the rock, and Ruby was dragged along with the current.
Typhlo could only watch as he stared at Ruby didn't fight against the water. His tears continued to fall onto the ground, dampening it. "Cynda..." he muttered. Rain began to fall along with the tears, soaking Typhlo. The Cyndaquil turned around and, taking one last look at the river, walked off into the forest. Goodbye…Ruby…