AN: This is the first time I publish in , it's actually the first FF I write. It was written for a friend (Rodrigo) as a birthday present and I know NOTHING about the Pokémon world, so I apologize in advance for anything that might seem off during the fic. Happy eighteenth Rodrigo ILYSM3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pokémon Universe or anything like that (Not even Rodrigo ;) ), and the lyrics of the song are "The Drumming Song" by Florence + The Machine.
Chapter One.
His hands grazed the sides of the grass, so tall it reached his shoulders. He looked out beyond it, standing at the edge of the field near his house that led nowhere, and he thought. He hadn't been out in these fields for years, too afraid to go inside once more. He remembered the first time he'd wandered out there and found his Pokémon, a cute Eevee he'd called JayJay. He closed his eyes and tried not to remember JayJay's death because even though JayJay, at the time a Piloswine, had died over four years ago; his death still panged deep in Rodrigo's heart. But it was time to move on, Rodrigo knew that, JayJay would have wanted that; so he took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and stepped into the tall grass once more.
He moved slowly, not wanting to attract anything's attention while he got his bearings. Truth be told, he was scared mindless about doing this once more, about slowly walking through the grass until he found one and caught it, about how dangerous it was; something he could appreciate now that he wasn't a small ten year-old who only thought about having adventures. Pokéball clutched in his sweaty hands, he sung to himself lightly in an effort to calm himself down.
"I can do this, I've done it before. No need to be such a pussy. Come on Rodrigo, this isn't scary." He didn't dare do more than whisper to himself as his eyes darted around, anxious to see anything that might pop out at him suddenly. He started to sing one of his favorite songs in an effort to calm himself down. "There's a drumming noise inside my head; that starts when you're around."
The grass to his right seemed to rustle suddenly and he froze, the next few lyrics of the song stuck in his throat. His heart pounding and his head spinning, he reached out to separate the strands of long and sticky grass so he could see what was hiding behind it.
"I. Swear. That. You. Could. Hear. It." Slowly, pushed on by his song and his efforts to prove to himself that he could get over a broken heart, he put one foot in front of the other. Left. Right. Left. He heard the rustling again, louder this time, and stopped breathing. "It makes such an all mighty sound!" His voice reached decibels only little girls' should be able to reach as he ran forward with his arm stretched out and the empty Pokéball still clutched between his fingers.
He stopped dead when he saw a small Riolu standing in front of him and Rodrigo could barely breathe in his excitement. It looked scared, as if his singing (screaming) had woken it up from a very comfortable and peaceful slumber and it'd been jolted back to reality in the most horrible way. Which now that Rodrigo thought about it, being woken up to a screaming boy running through your "home" would probably be an awful way of coming back to reality after a journey in dreamland.
"Hey, I'm sorry." He whispered, crouching low to look into the small Pokémon scared eyes. "I didn't mean to wake you up." He stretched his hand out slowly, not wanting to scare it even more. "I just want to be friends."
The Riolu's eyes turned wary as Rodrigo's hand approached it and was obviously a bit miffed it'd been woken up so abruptly and rudely when it turned its face away from his hand snottily. Rodrigo chuckled lightly at the Riolu's diva-ish attitude, thinking it matched his own perfectly and that if it were to give him a chance, they'd make a perfect pair.
"Come on sweetheart, let me apologize. I promise I will never wake you up this way ever again. Deal?" He cocked his head and smiled in an effort to look friendly (and who was he kidding, adorable) so the Riolu would accept his offered friendship. He'd never tried being friends with a Pokémon before and was excited for the chance he was being given in the form of a ridiculously drowsy Riolu.
It seemed to realize that Rodrigo didn't mean any harm, or that he wasn't going anywhere and it turned around to look at him again. Its eyes were annoyed and it approached Rodrigo's hand slowly, as if trying to say 'well, you wanted to be my friend right? Now you wait'. It sniffed his hand from a distance, as if trying not to dirty itself with his germy being or something, and seemed to decide he was clean enough when it crawled closer and gave his hand a lick. Rodrigo's breath hitched and it was all he could do to keep from squealing his head off; he was pretty sure this was the Riolu's way of accepting his friendship.
He suddenly realized his Pokéball had slipped from his hand and was a few centimeters away from the Riolu itself, he didn't know if he wanted to use it anymore, even if he did want to take the Pokémon home with him. "Sweetie," he said to the Riolu currently petting itself with his outstretched hand, "would you like to come home with me?" His voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper. He was scared of being rejected by the aura-sensitive creature, and tried not to think of how much he'd cry once he got back home if it didn't like him. It wasn't until he felt something climbing onto his lap that he realized he'd scrunched his eyes closed in his fear of seeing the Riolu walk away.
It looked at him inquisitively, as if it didn't know what was wrong with him at all. He smiled at it softly as it studied him with its red eyes and was extremely surprised when it licked his cheek impulsively. "I'm taking that as a yes." He smiled and grabbed the Pokéball once more and showed it to the curious Pokémon now sitting in his lap. "You'll have to let me capture you, but I promise I'll let you out as much time as you want…" The Riolu didn't even blink as it slowly approached the Pokéball and nudged it open with its nose. A bright light blinded Rodrigo momentarily and a few seconds later, when he managed to blink away the spot of light that kept disrupting his vision, he noticed the Riolu was no longer sitting in his lap and that the Pokéball had suddenly become a lot heavier.
Now that the Pokémon had been captured and was Rodrigo's, he somehow knew that the Riolu didn't want to be disrupted from its nap and wanted to go wherever he wanted to go as long as it could stay asleep. He also knew that it was a girl, something that excited Rodrigo even more because he knew how rare female Riolu's were. "Cassie, your name will be Cassie." He crooned to his Pokéball as he petted it lightly, entranced with the beauty of what he held between his arms. "My Cassie." He stood up, slipped the Pokéball into his pants pocket, and ran home; excited to tell his mom what had just happened.