"The Sweetest Toothache"

A/N: Hello, all . . . I'm bored, and was playing my emerald version . . . Mightyena

is so sexy . . . anyway, I also played Blue Rescue Team . . which sucked, by the way,

and was inspried to write this! Miscalaneous adventures... and hey, there will be some

poke yaoi in it, but I won't reveal who . . . basically, it revolves around a group of four

friends, being a Growlithe, Houndour, Poochyena, and Totodile. Enjoy their random

adventures! Maybe even a plot. Who knows?

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon . . . okay? Good. The characters are of my

own creation, though. Names and what not...

Ch I, "Silent Prison"

It was a lazy summer day . . . the trees gently blew in the soft wind,

and the sun shined upon the garden. Odion, a young growlithe, peered out

his large bedroom window, onto the estate, watching the maids hustle around,

and the gardeners attend to the yard. . . it was the same things as usual, and

Odion knew nothing much would change. His attention drew back to his tutor,

Dall, as he cleared his throat. "Are you done day dreaming, young man?"

Dall asked, and Odion just nodded. "Pardon, sir. Continue." Odion replied,

and looked down into the large book before him. He hated studying his royal

history, and geometry. It all was a great bore, and served no purpose for him

at the moment. Dall was an Alakazam, so, by nature, he was very patient,

but very old, and spoke in a manner that somtimes made Odion drowsy.

But he didn't say anything, as he was heir to the Franz family fortune,

and had to take over his father's buisness of Charcoal mining sometime . . . though,

he dreaded the thoughts. After another fifteen minutes, Dall finished up, and

packed up his books. "We'll continue tomorrow, Sir Odion. I expect you, by then,

to have studied verses nine through fourteen of the Rocket Revolution. Understood,

young sir?" Dall stated, and Odion nodded. Dall walked out, and Odion sighed deeply.

"What a bore," he muttered, and leaned his head onto the table. The book stood open,

still, with the long verses, nine through fourteen. He slighty blew some air from his

mouth, the pages barely lifting themselves. Then, he got up, and walked out of the room.

(notice, he walks on all fours)

The mansion he lived in was large, and Odion was sick of it. The fancy red drapes, the

marble floor and pillars, the crystal chandeleirs . . . it was all the same thing, and, quite

frankly, it didn't do much for him. He had seen it evey day, being confined to the estate,

and nothing more, except when a ball took place, but he left only to a carriage, and then

back. And it was too bright for him. The fine oak, the velvet couches, and chairs, and

fine dishes that held candles, or just random things. The statues that stood idle every day,

waiting for nothing, and nothing was here already. Sometimes, he wanted to scream, and

let it echo throughout the empty halls. . . but he refrained, and just walked by, holding it

down, along with his urge to be free . . .

And, it went on like this, most days, yet, on this day, it felt strange . . . the winds

were soft, and the sun was warm. And the halls seemed to glow a little . . . Odion felt

something in his gut, but just ignored it, and kept walking, trying to forget about his studies.

That was, until his mother appeared around the corner, Lady Ena, a ninetales with a fine

coat, and wearing nothing but diamond jewels.

"Ah, Odion, my son," she announced, "there you are! Come here, for a moment,

please."

Odion turned, and new something was up. She rarely called on him unless it was something

important, like an event . . . and, once again, he was right. When he arrived in front of his

mother, he gave a slight bow, and replied, "You called, mother?"

"Yes," she said, motioning for him to follow her back down the hall, "you see, Odion,

the Count of Lavender is coming, and I'd like to remind you, that you are to stay in

your room."

Odion had forgotten this completely, partially becuase of his studies, partially becuase

he didn't care. All the Counts and Nobles were so boring, and did nothing but stare at

everything, making sure it made their approval.

"When is the Count coming, if I may ask?" Odion said, looking down at the floor. He was

sure he knew the answer, but, it never hurt to make sure.

"In about half of an hour, so for now, you are to stay in your room for the entire meeting.

We do not want a repeat of last time, do I make myself clear?"

Odion then looked away from his mother's glare, knowing what she was talkinb about. The

last time the Emperor of Cinnabar Island had dropped by, and, Odion, having nothing to do,

left his room, disregarding orders, and walked by the meeting room on accident, only leaving

to the kitchen. The Emperor, though, who was respectivly called Emperor Enof, a very old

magcargo, was curious, and called in Odion. Odion came, and was very courteous . . . or,

for the moment. When Enof began to speak of Odion's possiblities, Odion accidentally,

when the mines came up, muttered, "More of a dread."

Yes, it was a shock, hearing such disrespect from a young man. So, this time,

he had food in his room, and was ordered, by any means, and any non-threatening

circumstances, to leave his room. So, as they walked down the hall, his mother explained

about the Count of Lavender Town, a very rich marowak named Gim, and his wife, the

countess, Pearl, a very shy misdreaveus. Gim owned the cemetery area, and had taken

pride in it's buisness, and was coming on to see if Odion's father would like to sponser . . .

or, something. Odion, of course, didn't care a single bit, and just stared out the windows

as he passed. He would of asked if he could just go outside, but, even if they count were

not to be coming, the answer would of been no.

After moments, both arrived at his resting chamber, and Eliza, his mother, reminded

him once more not to leave. Odion nodded, and bid her good day, then retired into his chambers,

while Eliza left to the main hall. As he entered his room again, he avoided his study table, and

moved to his bed, falling over on it, his eyes half closed. He had nothing to do, besides study,

and he was far opposed to doing it. So, he just laid there, looking around, and back outside,

wondering what the air smelled like . . . . . the fresh, summer air, and the cool wind.

An idea popped into his head at that moment, but he grew unsure. What if, he just

opened his window, just once? Normally, he wasn't allowed to unless he got permission, or

something of the sort. His parents, though, were in the meeting, and a quick breath of air simply

wouldn't of hurt. So, getting up from his bed, and walking to his large window, he stood up on two

legs quickly, unhooked the latch, and pushed both panels open. The coolness just flooded in, as

did the sweet sound of nature. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, imagining himself outside,

and not in. He lost himself, and leaned out a little further, trying to let his whole body soar.

As he did, though, he heard footsteps aproaching his room, and he quickly shoved his

body back into the prison, so quickly, the pendant he wore around his neck got caught and snapped

off, falling to the ground. Odion stopped and looked down, then turned to hear the steps growing

closer, finally pulling his self into the chamber. He pulled the windows with him, quickly shutting

them so it wouldn't be obvious. The door then opened, and a chansey, his maid respectivly, walked

in with a tray. "Morning, Sir Odion! A pleasent day, is it not?"

Odion took a deep breath and just sighed. "It's only you, Corlatta."

"Yes. Your parents are in their meeting, and I thought you might like some tea on this fine

day."

Odion walked to the table where she set the tray, and smiled. "Thank you kindly, Corlatta."

She bowed, and asked, "Is there anything else I could get the young Sir?"

Odion shook his head, and said, "Have they checked the mail today?"

Corlatta just replied with another bow, "I'm not certain, but I shall check, if you wish it."

"That would be nice." he smiled again, and Corlatta bowed once more, and left his chamber.

When she left, Odion waited for a moment, then rushed back to the window, pushing it open

quickly. He looked down, and noticed the pendant, a fine ruby around a silver chain, still lay

on the ground, between a couple of flowers. He didn't know why, but the pendant meant a

great deal to the family, and was passed on through out the generations. Odion bit his lip and

scanned the garden, making sure no one was out to find it. And no one was, so he shut his

window once more, and walked to his closet. He pulled out a maroon cloak made of the finest

velvet, and he draped himself in it, then took down all his extra sheets, and started to tie them

together. He heard of a trick to lower himself out the window, but wasn't sure if it would work.

Still, he had no choice, since he couldn't move easily in the halls, nor leave the palace any

easier.

After tying a good amount, he fastened one end of the sheet rope to a leg of his

desk, which was bolted to the ground, opened the window once more, and threw the rest

out. He tugged it a little to make sure it was fastened, then grabbed onto it, and slowly

stepped out his window. He looked down at the great distance, only to cling to the sheets

tighter. After taking a breath, he slowly inched his way down, finally reaching a good way

down, only a few feet to go. Suddenly, he felt the sheet rope jerk, and he looked up. One

of the sheets was tearing, and Odion began to panic. He tried to go down faster, cursing

himself for not checking which material he used, since some of the sheets were made

of material so fine, it ripped easily. Odion went as fast as he could, but the sheet ripped,

and Odion fell to the ground. Not too far, but far enough to land him hard on his back.

He gave a slight cry in pain before looking up, then to his sides. Still, the coast was clear.

After a moment or two, Odion finally got up, and slowly crawled to a small patch

of flowers. He reached into them, and felt around until he touched the smooth and cold

surface of the pendant. He pulled it out, then collapsed on his stomach, wanting to only

rest. It wasn't only the fall that made him tired, but the climbing, and the cool breeze

and warm sun. The grass was soft and mildly cut, giving him enough comfort to just

relax. Odion's eyes grew heavy as he stared at the wall and flowers in front of him,

and next thing he knew, it was black . . .

Gim and Pearl were leaving now, and were seen to the door by Vahn, Odion's father,

and his mother, Eliza. Both said there good byes until Pearl looked over to the side.

"Well, what in the world is that?" she said to herself, but everyone looked in the

direction her head was turned, and saw a maroon lump by the wall, just laying there.

"It looks like something, maybe a bag of the sort."

Vahn, who was curious, said, "Excuse me, please," and walked to the lump, only

to see a head peeking out. "Odion!?" he yelled in shock, which woke Odion, who

slowly opened his eyes. "Explain yourself!" Vahn demanded, noticing the string

of sheets tied together on the ground by him, causing Vahn to look up to the window,

and seeing the rest of the chain beeing swayed in the wind.

Odion looked around, then saw his father, and quickly jumped up, his mouth

open, but his pupils small. He looked behind his father, to see his mother, who had

a paw upon her chest, and Gim and Pearl looking on curiously. He didn't know what

happend. He fell onto the ground, and grabbed the pendant, but . . . what else? He

couldn't recall, or think of anything for that matter, as his gaze went back to his

fathers, who was obviously fuming.

"You are in serious trouble, young man." his father hissed, his chest heaving in and

out, his paws pushing into the ground. Odion just shook his head, and looked back

at his father, unable to say a thing.

Eliza gave a nervous laugh, and turned to Gim and Pearl, just saying, "We apologize

for this . . ."

"And who would that be?" Gim asked, not taking his eyes off the young growlithe

in the maroon cloak, who only stared with a scared expression into Vahn's eyes.

"Our son, Odion. He is next in line for Vahn's . . . buisness."

Gim chuckled, and only said, "I see . . . well, no worry. He seems like a smart

boy." Gim now turned to Eliza and bowed, then to his wife, and continued, "Come,

darling, we should go."

Eliza bid farewell to her guests, then turned back to her husband and son,

both still standing there.

--woof

Odion was later taken inside, and sat at the dining table, with his father

and mother. Vahn looked down at the table, his head resting in his paw, whilesat next to him, her paws placed neatly in her lap. Odion explained what

he did, but his parents didn't believe him, thinking he was trying to sneak out.

Now they sat in silence, Vahn being humiliated again in front of a guest, and

Eliza having to explain again.

Just then, Corlatta walked in bowing to all. "I do hope I am not interrupting, but

I came to bring you this." she said, walking to Vahn and placing a very fine

sealed envelope onto the table. Vahn looked at it, and started to open it.

"Thank you, Corlatta. You are dismissed."

Corlatta then excused herself to the kitchen, while Vahn pulled out a letter.

"What is it, dear?" Eliza asked, and Vahn set the paper down. "An invitation,

to the Emperor of Celadon city's ball. He would like us there . . ."

"That sounds splendid! He always has such nice parties."

"Of which, Odion never attends." Vahn added, Odion looking up at the mention of his

name. "So, for your punishment, you are to go with us, young man, and no lip about

it, or at the party."

Odion's jaw dropped, and he looked to her mother, but she just shook her head.

He knew it then. There was no escaping the ball.

End

A/n: Okay, done so far. Next chapter you'll meet the others, and then to the ball!

Lol, I get most the scenes from games, movies, or shows, so don't expect something too

original.