Hello, MissHusky here, with my new story! Hope it's good and worth reading :D
Unfortunately, I don't own Pokemon. The plot isn't really my idea either.
Jim Trewin was in a great hurry. The first Christmas with his new wife is tomorrow. Time sure flies. The only problem was he still didn't have a present for her. If he doesn't think of something soon, a disaster is sure to happen. As he was returning home from his office, he was quickly scanning the shop windows. There were some good things, fine jewelry, nice candy and similar things for women, but every single shop was so packed that he didn't want to go in. He just wandered around aimlessly some more, waiting to get more desperate.
Just to make thing interesting, the heavy snow started falling. White Christmas is good, but not when you're doing last minute shopping for your Darling. Jim could feel the time slipping away. For the first time, the beauty of his hometown didn't offer him any comfort. Big, quiet houses of rich families, perfect little backyards, fancy shops. Everything was always as neat as it could be. He enjoyed this little place separated from the world by huge ocean. Life on an island can be a bit isolated, but that was exactly what Jim wanted.
But in this moment, Jim would have given everything to be able to go back in time an plan a present. Money wasn't the problem, you couldn't live in that place if you weren't at least a bit rich, but he wanted to be original. Think, Jim, think...It was almost impossible to concentrate, since he didn't have an umbrella and he was starting to look like a snowman. It was cold and to top it off, the wind was blowing. He needed a miracle to get him out of this.
"Jim, my old friend, I haven't seen you in years!" Jim turned around, confused. He didn't recognize the voice, which belonged to his old school friend Charlie. Charlie was smiling as always. Maybe he is the miracle? Sure doesn't seem likely, since he never even had a decent relationship.
"Come in, come in, don't stand there in this awful weather." Charlie extended his huge arm and showed Jim in his new shop. "I'm just about to close, so we can have a little chat in peace." His voice was still loud and friendly. "What's wrong, Jim, why do you look so down?"
Jim's teeth were clattering from the cold, but somehow he managed to say something about Christmas present, being late and absolute disaster. Charlie tried to look like he understood. He always did that. Then he leaned into a chair, which made a dangerous sound, warning him about his weight. Jim knew Charlie would like to help, but he had no idea how. Then he glanced his watch. The closing time is approaching. Of course, no one would stay late at work on this day.
"Jimmy Boy, did you even notice what am I selling in here?" Charlie's grin looked victorious. He realized he was Jim's last hope.
Jim looked around. He didn't even care to look around when he first got in or to ask his old friend what kind of store that was. He just liked the idea of going away from the cold. On the shelves, there were many Poke Balls, each one carefully labeled. "Charlie, is this that new pet shop you opened?" Jim lied a little here. He had no idea what the man opposite of him had been doing over the past ten years. But a pet would make an excellent gift.
"Thought you'd never ask, Jimmy!" Charlie stood up and slapped him on the back so hard that he almost entirely lost his balance. "There's this little baby that just hatched yesterday. Wanna see her?"
"Of course!" Jim wasn't sure what kind of "baby" this could be, but if she was even marginally cute, she could be just the thing. Jim was tired, but luck sure did follow him on this one.
Light flashed and a brown creature appeared. Jim fell in love with her on the first sight. She had soft, fluffy fur and just the sweetest eyes. In a word, she was perfect. Jim didn't need much time to decide.
"Charlie, you're my savior! I'm taking her."
"Wait, friend, I haven't told you he best part about this little cutie." Charlie grinned, putting the Eevee back to her Ball. He slowly searched his drawers. "There." He gave Jim some papers. "Here are her favorite foods and habits, as well as the instructions on how to evolve her into six different Pokemon. So, even if your wife doesn't like her now, she can just evolve her."
Jim took the papers and frowned. Just when he wanted to pay and hurry home, something caught his eye.
"Charlie, you said it evolves into six different Pokemon, but there are seven of them listed here." Jim thought that was a pretty innocent question, but Charlie's expression was telling otherwise.
"You always lived under a rock, Jim. Do you even know we have a new major?"
Jim heard that, somewhere, but that wasn't important to him. Apparently, it was to the rest of the town, since the major ruled the whole island town almost all by himself. He remembered his wife talking a lot about this guy, but what was she saying?
"Hopeless as ever, are we?" Charlie sighed. "All right, I'll tell you the whole story."
"But I'll be late if I stay..." Jim's voice was uncomfortably quiet.
"I'm telling you this because you could have troubles with the law with that little Pokemon of yours." Charlie almost made Jim jump. As far as he could remember, he was always an honest person.
"Good choice. Now, you know that the major kept his promises from the campaign and completely banned Pokemon battles, right? So, don't try to battle. And don't keep the little one in the Poke Ball. I'll give you the Ball now, so your lady won't see her, but someone will probably go and check if you are treating her right."
Jim took mental notes. He heard about this before, but maybe he missed something. He remembered cheering for this new major when he said that Pokemon battles are for the low class who can't afford training centers for evolving Pokemon. Just to image that in so many places Pokemon battles are a number one activity. That must be horrible for the little angels. They belonged with the masters, in a nice warm house, playing all day without a care in the world.
"And he even went one step further." Charlie made no pause. He spoke whether Jim listened or not. "Poison and Dark types are officially forbidden to come to the island. Even Pokemon who are just part that type can't be here. They're evil and their presence only pollutes the streets." Charlie tried to imitate the major saying that, but he only ended up looking silly. Jim chuckled, but got interested in the matter.
"But what do they do with those Pokemon?"
"If they're wild Pokemon, they put them on cargo ships and send them far away. But if there aren't any such ships, then they just..." Charlie made a series of faces that explained every horrible detail of killing such creatures. Jim swallowed hard.
"But they can't do the same to Pokemon that already belonged to someone, right?"
"No, of course not. Do you know Oliver Milton?"
"Afraid not." Jim strongly disliked being asked about people he knew. Just because they lived in a small, closed community didn't mean he knew everyone and everything about them. Stereotypes, just stereotypes.
"Well, he was one of those bug collectors, he was really into it. Even I helped him get some more exotic creatures, you know? But problem with bugs is they're often poisonous. Of course, his little darlings wouldn't hurt anyone, but if everyone must get rid of evil types, he can't be an exception."
"And, what did they do to him?" Jim knew there was no way he could get home on time now, he just nervously awaited the moment when he'll find out what's all that got to do with the Pokemon that'll soon become his wife's pet.
"They gave him a choice, but it was more like an ultimatum, really. He had to either get rid of his bugs that were part poison type, or leave the island. Just yesterday, he came here to say goodbye before leaving the place forever."
"Forever?" Jim couldn't believe that some bugs could cause so much trouble. But if the major said so...He didn't know that much about Pokemon, maybe there were good reasons behind that law.
"Yeah, he said he was offended by everyone." Charlie yawned and Jim hoped he'd want to go home soon.
"About this Eevee you want." Jim became all ears as Charlie's voice lowered. "It is possible to evolve her into a dark type."
"What? How possible is that?" Jim almost turned pale as he imagined this little Eevee angel turning into a devil and doing something bad to his Darling.
"I'd say pretty impossible because you can only do that if you train her at night. But I'd suggest you evolving her as soon as possible, my guess is someone will check from time to time if everything is still under control."
Oh great. Why can't nice things just come without a catch? But pictures of the evolutions looked cute. And if Jim didn't take this Eevee, he would probably doomed. He was doomed already. It was so late.
"I'll be careful with the Eevee, I promise. Now, do you have some ribbon I can put around her neck?"
Charlie was relieved. Of course, he didn't tell or show any of that to Jimmy. He was just so happy to sell this last Eevee he had. Since they can evolve into a dark type, he won't be allowed to sell them anymore, only already evolved forms.
"Sure, friend. You won't regret getting this little baby. Just please, once you get her out of Poke Ball, don't return her there much. She sure won't like it."
"I don't know why would I ever return this cutie to her ball. Thank you, Charlie." After paying what he considered a pretty reasonable price, Jim returned to the cold wind outside. Now, to go home as soon as possible.
Jim almost didn't notice the cold, he was that happy. When he came to their beautiful, big house, he saw it was in the dark, heavy curtains on the windows. Then he remembered Darling telling him something about visiting her sick mother. perfect and even more perfect. She won't even notice he was gone for so long. Jim was tired. He carefully hid the Poke Ball in the basement, among his old fishing rods. Then he sighed. Fishing has been prohibited for so long as well. He really hoped the new major would fix that. Or at least he won't forbid some more fun things. Then again, there were some activities that weren't all that appropriate for the high class society like the one on the island. One can't have everything.
After coming out of the basement, Jim went straight to the living room and lit the fire in the big fireplace. The whole room became more pleasant and, what was more important, warm. The moment Jim made himself comfortable in one of the sofas, he heard someone opening the door. Darling was already at home. He immediately got on his feet to help her with the final preparations for the big day. He was excited about Christmas, just like he was a little boy again.