"Arceus I needed this." Spark said as he sat down his now half-full, cup of coffee.
"I would too, if it wasn't for those insane amounts of sugar you throw into that." Candela replied, sipping her own coffee.
"I must agree with this." Blanche commented, warming her hands with her own cup.
"You can't complain, you drink yours with milk, fifty-fifty!" Spark complained, being the main focus for the girl's ruthless attacks.
"Milk is good for your bones, and thus it strengthens your body!" Candela exclaimed, showing her right upper arm muscles.
"There are better alternatives when speaking of bones, however it is the best for those who wishes to strengthen their brains, and effectively their minds." Blanche stated a-matter-of-factly.
"Anyway, milk means less coffee, which means less caffeine, so it's bad enough." Candela stated.
"Caffeine does not-" Blanche began.
"Fine you win!" Candela interrupted, not wanting another minute-long presentation of her terrible choices in life, scratch that: Her and Spark's, terrible life choices.
"I cannot win in a debate such as-" Blanche began, again
"Please Blanche, not this early in the morning." Candela sighed.
"But it's already half past eleven." Blanche stated and Candela groaned
"Spark. Assist me." Candela moaned as her facial features collided with the table.
"Spark left a few minutes ago." Blanche said.
"What?!" Candela sat straight, her neck turning to look around the entirety of the room.
"Where did he go?" She asked.
"He did not answer as I asked him." Blanche stated.
"When did he leave?" Candela asked, her pulse rising as the white haired girl couldn't just tell it all without being asked.
"When you face hit the table." Was the reply. Candela sighed.
"You'll have to be more specific than that…"
• • •
"Gaarh" Spark groaned as he stretched, "nothing like a fresh morning trip, right?"
Of course the question was left unanswered. He was alone on the road to the village, thou road might be the wrong statement. It was grass stomped down to the dirt after a long time of use. It cut through the forest, halving the time needed to get to the village with going around said forest as an alternative.
"I'll look forward to sharing this feeling with you." Spark said out alone, his eyes wandering from the clear blue sky, to the treeline, to the incubator he was holding and the egg inside.
"I can't wait to me you." Spark was smiling, he truly thought it was a beautiful day.
Walking through the woods, occasionally spotting a Rattata or Nidoran. It was peaceful day; an ordixnary one might even say. A day where nothing strange would happen.
Suddenly, there was a scream. Spark stopped up, it had come from right in front of him. A sound broke the silence. The sounds of frantic, flapping, freathers. Seconds after, Spearow's came flying. They were flying lower and hectic… and there was a lot of them.
Although egg was incable of taking any actions, the did not stop Spark from shouting a warning: "Get down!" he landed over the incubator, shielding it with his body. The spearows flew overhead, and besides them, and some tried to fly through them.
Spark groaned in pain, until the -storm- was over.
He got up, and rubbed the back of his neck, and turned to the egg: "You okay?" It was almost as if the egg responded to him 'Have you taken a look in the mirror lately'.
Spark lay on his back, panting. The clothes of his upper body was torn and cut and on the skin beneath were some cuts. Nothing deep or serious, but ever-slightly bleeding cuts anyway.
"What was that all about" Spark mumbled to himself and the egg. Before he even had a chance of getting to his feet, a large lightning seemed to form a dome from the direction the spearows came from.
"What is going on?" Sparked grabbed the Incubator and began running off the road and into the forest.
As he ran, the trees seemed to grow from thin saplings 8 ft. tall to thick oaken trees, 4 feet in diameter and several more ft. tall. The light seemed to dimmer as well, as the leaf's created an almost solid roof overhead.
Suddenly, to human figures in black clothing appeared in front of him and Spark hid behind a tree. They were moving weirdly, their arms seemed to be shaking and they groaned. Suddenly a skinny leg shot up between them. The leg was wearing skin tight blue pants and running shoes; definitely not one of their legs.
"Let go of me you bastards!" It was a girl's voice!
"Hold her down!" The voice was rougher and deeper than the previous, a man's voice!
"Damn those," Spark sat down the incubator and ran to help the lady in distress.
However, barely had he taken his first step, when her leg snuck around one of the black clad men's neck and pulled him down while pulling her up, and her other leg came spinning in a circular motion, her heel colliding with the second guy's forehead, and sent him flying to the ground.
Spark slowed his pace, she turned and whispered under her breath "Another one?!"
Spark noticed what was about to happen "no no no, wait wa-" But it was not use. Her leg came flying up with her entire weight behind her, it's target right between his legs.
The sound Spark made was loud enough to rustle the leaf's, and the pitch of his voice should not be humanly possible.
"W-why d-did you d-d-do t-that for." Spark whimpered as he lay on the ground, his hands on the area causing the intense pain.
"It's not my fault you were born with a weak spot, "The girl said pouting, "anyway I thought you were one of them."
"W-who were they a-anyway." Spark asked whimpering.
"I don't know. I was tracking an Ivysaur when they demanded to know what I was doing, when they claimed that I was trespassing." Her head snapped 180 degrees so fast Spark thought her neck snapped.
"They are coming." She whispered. "We should leave."
"C-can't move at a-all" Spark said, still on the ground whimpering.
"That's your loss, later" She waved as she ran. Barely had she disappeared from sight when seven black-clad figures appeared.
"That must be the guy who screamed earlier."
"Sounded like a girl though."
"He's probably just a sissy."
"Damn it all" Spark whimpered as they tied him and dragged him away.
• • •
"Raichu?" Candela was making herself a toast when Raichu walked into the kitchen.
"I guess Spark is back." She said to herself, and began eating the toast and opening a back of Doritos.
• • •
"Blasted undergrowth," The female trainer groaned as the undergrowth once again grabbed her clothing. Her eyes were caught by an orange machine with a green spotted sand coloured item within.
"What is an incubator here? And why isn't it blue?" She asked herself. She took it, better her than those rocket bastards.
She continued walking the forest. And though she wouldn't admit to anyone, one thing was certain. She was utterly lost.
"Damn this forest" she sighed. Suddenly she heard voices ahead, and it looked like their might be a clearing as well!
"Finally I can get out of here!"
She was just about to step into the clearing when she saw the. Metal cages, Pokémon trapped inside. Anonymous looking trucks and dozens of the black-clad figures.
One of them stood on a box, wearing a long dark blue jacket in the design of a lab coat. Her skin was a light mocha brown and her hair was snowy white. She was yelling orders to the others.
"This isn't the way out."
• • •
"Candela." Blanche walked out to the sun chair in which the other girl was resting, "Yeah?"
"Are you aware if Spark is back yet?"
"I saw his Raichu earlier, so I believe he is."
"Well I have looked over the entire house, and I cannot find him anywhere. All of his pokémon are here. The only thing that seems to be missing is Spark and an incubator with the serial number EG-0046.
"Wait… that's the…." Candela began.
"Yes." Blanche stated. Both knew exactly what egg was in this incubator.
"We need to find him." Candela said, getting on her feet.
"And quickly." Blanche stated, holding forth the other girl's pokémon, "I've prepared these for you."
"Right." Candela said, and took them. She threw one of them. The red light formed into a large canine.
"Arcanine, I'm counting on you too hold down the fort." The pokémon growled to let her know she understand.
"Let's go." Blanche said, Candela agreed. The both ran for the door.