My second fanfic! Y'know, I probably shouldn't get so worked up…eh, what the heck? So, after my previous one got a review, I figured might as well do another one. So, here's a Pokemon one! This is set some time after the events of the episode, "Crowning the Scalchop King!", so if you need some context, go and watch it. Don't worry though, I'll reference it so if you don't want to watch, you'll still figure it out.
Scalchop Island. A rather lovely and prosperous island known for a Scalchop King competition some time ago, wherein the runner-up, a Dewott, became the victor, yet the actual winner, an Oshawott, was disqualified. This sparked quite a bit of controversy at first, but things died down, especially with the disqualified winner traveling with his trainer. But we're not here to discuss that, but rather a story afterwards.
A boat containing tourists and vacationers arrive on the shore. This very boat contains a Pokemon, a Dewott, to be exact. No one was accompanying him, as he was just there to visit. The island gave the Dewott memories, not necessarily good memories, mind you, but memories nonetheless. He was here once before, as an Oshawott, and left in heartbreak. "Well, the place doesn't look that much different since last time I was here." He thought to himself. "Either way, I'm here now. Time to have fun! I just hope I don't get bad flashbacks."
He walked around the little shops that were open, which had stuffed Pokemon plushies, probably for the humans. He chuckled at the sight of that, but frowned at a bouquet nearby. "I know I need to expect that, but that's torturous for me." "Excuse me, young Dewott, would you like some flowers? Perhaps a bouquet of roses for a someone in your life?" The shopkeep asked. Dewott became nervous from what she said, and ran off. Luckily for him, a bench was stationed so he was away from the shops, so he can relax. He sat down, and recollected himself. "Get yourself together, man! You're here to have fun, not mope! Besides, I'm well past it, so why am I freaking out?" He was thinking to himself. "Actually, how DID I get over that so quickly? I guess it was because I got to stay with my trainer, or maybe it was that cute little Cinccino on the boat. Gotta admit, from what I can remember, that one was H-O-T!" He had a little smirk on his face.
A half-hour went by, and Dewott was calm. He enjoyed his surroundings, and hadn't really thought of his former dilemma, and if he did, he remained at peace about it. "Hey, you!" a voice cried out at him. He turned to his sides, and saw nobody, so he looked forward. Again, he saw nothing. "Down here!" He looked down and saw a little Oshawott with a goofy purple cape. "You've been sitting on that bench too long! Get off! I command you!" The Oshawott demanded. "What're you gonna do? Use Water Gun on me?" Dewott retorted. "Don't you know who I am? I'm Cecil, prince of Scalchop Island!" The Oshawott, leaving the Dewott speechless. "Prince? Either he's joking, or that means his parents are…" "Cecil? Cecil? Oh, there you are!"
The two looked and saw another Dewott, a female, at that. She was roughly the height of the male, but her fur was a deeper blue compared to his. Her eyes had a certain twinkle to them, that attracted him. Her body was firm and slender, enough to make any male Pokemon with eyes go insane. She also wore a red cape, similar to one Dewott saw once before. To Dewott, she was the most beautiful Pokemon he had even seen in his entire life. To Cecil, she was something else….a Mom. "Don't run off like that again, Cecil, you need to be careful!" she said to him. "I'm sorry, mommy…" The child whimpered. She smiled and picked him up, proclaiming, "Oh, I can't stay mad at you." She turned to Dewott. "Hey, sorry if Cecil was giving you some trouble. He always gets antsy whenever he sees something that interests him." "Oh, he wasn't doing anything wrong." Dewott responded.
"I gotta sit down, been walking for a while. Mind if I sit next to you?" The female Dewott asks him. "Sure thing! No one else is sitting here. Say, what's your name anyway? Or is your name Dewott, just like me?" Dewott pondered. She responded with, "Oh, no, my name is Derina. I'm…well, I hate bragging, but I'm queen of this island. So, he wasn't joking if he boasted on being prince." Dewott froze in shock of this. "Derina…you mean like Osharina?" He asked. "Yeah, why do you as-wait, I've seen you somewhere before! But where?" Derina responded. Dewott sighed and thought, "No one said this would be easy." "I'm the Oshawott from the Scalchop King competition. You know, the one who technically won?" He finally answered. "Oh, yeah! I-oh…..hey, Cecil, honey, why don't you go play at that playground over there? Don't run off, though." She said. "Okay, mommy!" Said Cecil, as he went to a slide.
"Listen, Dewott, for the record, I just want to apologize for what happened there. I was being immature, and should've understood your feelings, and-" "Wait, you think I'm mad or upset at that?" He chuckled. "I'm not. Don't worry, I'm well past that. Heck, that's not even why I'm over here. I snuck away from my trainer's professor to take a vacation." Derina took a sigh of relief and said, "Well, that's good. After I shunned you and chose Ceasar, I became worried you'd take revenge or something." "Nah, wouldn't do that. Gotta say, you've definitely evolved into a VERY lovely pokemon." Dewott flirted. "Hey, you haven't evolved into a bad looking Dewott yourself!" She replied. "Thanks, I did so while I was getting here." He suddenly thought of something. "Hey, where IS Ceasar, anyway? I'd like to see him again. Heck, I'd like to have a rematch, for old times' sake!" Derina looked down, depressed. "He's dead.""What?! Oh my god, I-I'm so sorry!" Dewott responded, shocked at the answer. "How did it happen? Was it recently, or shortly after he won, or…?" "It was shortly after Cecil was born."
A hurricane was going on at that time. Winds were blowing at rates considered unsafe. The waves were striking the island with extreme force. At the time, my water broke, so I was sent to the island's local hospital. I was still an Oshawott then. I was gonna evolve soon, but regardless. Ceasar had to head over to help people close up shops and evacuate. Somehow, a huge gust of wind attacked the stadium. He was there, trying to close everything up with a crew. Everything, from the bleachers, to the monitor, came crashing down. He ended up being hospitalized. At that time, Cecil was about ready to come out, so I was pushing. Nurse Joy kept on urging me to push, even though I was already trying my hardest, until I eventually saw my and Ceasar's little angel. And then, I got the news. I guess it was so he could see the baby, but the hospital crew brought Ceasar in. I was horrified. He had multiple fractures, was impaled in one area, and had internal bleeding.
Somehow, he became conscious, and looked around. He stopped when he reached me and Cecil. I remember him asking, "Is…is that the baby?" I answered yes, and that it was a boy. "He's beautiful. What should we name him?" "I hadn't thought of a name yet, but I was thinking of Cecil." I said back to him. "Cecil…that's a good name." I was glad he agreed. He was coughing up blood, so I told him to calm down. "You need to rest. You're hurt really badly." "Bah, it's nothing." He always was a little cocky. "Listen, Osharina, if I don't make it…" "Please don't say that!" He saw that I was getting worried. All he said right after that was, "Just take care of him, alright?" I nodded. It was getting dark, so we decided to get some sleep. When I was sleeping, all I was hearing was , "beep, beep, beep." But when I woke up, all I heard was a long, "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…" sound. I turned, and sure enough h-he had died. On…on cue, Cecil s-started crying. I told him n-not to cry, even..though I-I was…crying too…!
At this point, Derina was sobbing non-stop. Dewott could see she wasn't being cute and snobby, like he remembered her being, or kind and protective like she was a few minutes ago, but rather destroyed. "And now, C-cecil has only m-me to watch over hi-him. I try to find so-someone new, b-but it never works out, because I k-keep thinking of that day!" She wails out. Dewott leans over to her, and hugs her. "It's okay. Shh, shh, shhh…" She was slowly stopping herself from crying. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this." She whimpered out. "It's okay. Derina, I understand that you're saddened by this. But you need to move on!" Dewott proclaimed. "I didn't know Ceasar that well, and me and him did not get along at all, but I would like to think he would want you to stay strong. You've got a beautiful face, Derina, don't hide it with tears."
She got up from the bench, and Dewott soon followed. "You're right. I guess I just get all rallied up about it. Still, Cecil's my responsibility, but I do wish he had someone as a father figure." Said Derina. "Maybe that figure will come soon." Dewott replied. Derina smiled at him, and the two hugged again, before her cape got tugged on by Cecil. "Mommy, I'm getting sleepy. Can we go home?" He asked innocently. Derina picked him up, saying, "Sure, sweetheart. Well, Dewott, I've got to take this little monster home. It was very nice seeing you again." "The feeling's mutual." Dewott responded, and the two went in separate directions. However, Derina turned around for one last thing. "Hey, Dewott!" He turned and looked. "Yeah?" "I was wondering if you wanted to go have lunch with me tomorrow, you know, maybe have a chat?" Dewott took some time to think about it, before deciding, "Eh, why not? I've got nothing better to do. Besides, I get to have lunch with a queen. Can't say most Pokemon have done that!"
The two finally walked away. "Who is that guy?" Asked Cecil. "Oh, just someone I remembered from when I was an Oshawott, like you." Answered Derina. "He seems like a weirdo to me." "Yeah…but he's a nice guy." Dewott was heading to a hotel, thinking of what's to come. "Wow, me and her having lunch? Well, I did go crazy for her before, and she has grown into a gorgeous female, so maybe there's still a spark in me, and maybe there's now one in her….or maybe the lunch'll go nowhere. Either way, it'll be nice to talk to her again. Besides, if it does go somewhere, then that'll mean I finally won! Take that, Ceasar….and may you rest in peace."
Again, review this if you can. I'd love to know your opinions on it. Give some constructive criticism if you can. Thank you!