Chapter 1: A Mask
"My story?" I said, smirking. "My name is Konoha, in my village it was simply a name, much as you guys have Smith or John." I looked up at the ceiling of my store. "I'm going to explain my story if it were occurring now, just to make things easier, you know?"
Then Rin, the glameow, angrily said, "I'm waiting for your story."
"Wait I need to prepare myself first. It's kind of embarrassing." I sighed through my nose and closed my eyes for a second. "Alright here we go…"
My story begins with me as a Grovyle. I don't really want to ruin my story just yet by revealing my history!
[Rin don't glare at me now! I just began!]
It was probably about a year ago when I got here. My house is out of town, a bit far, but it made good solitary walks. The only way to enter was with the move dig.
I'll explain more later.
Now, you know what? Just to spice things up a little I'm going to jump into action.
I looked around calmly over my dark bandanna. Rain fell like infinite shards of glass around me. A crate of milk bottles was in my right hand, about 12 glasses.
[Rin stop interupting with frowns, I can't concentrate!]
I dove into the shadow of an alleyway, the cologne scent was strong on me. I was supposed to be hiding, but the cologne made that a hard thing to do.
I looked up at the sky. What was I doing steeling milk, it wasn't helping Treasure town all that much. I sighed, am I helping the poor by stealing from the rich?
A flaffy appeared in the alleyway.
I turned and glared at her for a second. I jumped out of the alleyway and ran out of town into the dark forest.
I climbed up a tree and jumped away from branch to branch. Towards my hideout and home. Towards the river.
Bolts of lightning suddenly flew up at me like yellow cracks in the sky. As if space itself were being torn.
That flaffy again? She was the sherrif's daughter and she was a very, interesting character. She showed little emotion, if she had any. She takes orders from her dad, and anyone else for that matter. She was very mysterious.
Every time I went to steal milk she was the last one on my tail. But not once have I been caught.
But this time it was different. I slipped suddenly and fell forwards into a tree head first. I clung onto the carton in one hand with pain surging through my head.
I fell to the floor slightly dazed. I went to touch my face my mask was still on.
I turned around and saw the flaffy her fur glowing.
Then she let loose an arc of electricity as I ducked down into the mud. Something fell on my back and the lightning singed the long blade of leaf on my head.
The thing that fell on my back was warmer than the rain. It was an oil!
Suddenly my back lit with fire.
That's what made me slip up on the tree!
I knew what needed to be done. A straight dash to the river.
I bit a leaf on my arm while standing up. It was my adaption. Pain surged through my arm. I crunched down on the piece of leaf and a bitter taste fogged my mouth. A pain ran through my body and suddenly everything in my body was not painful.
I ran knowing that I was on fire. The river was flooded with a deadly current upahead but I knew how to beat it.
I made a sprint to the river dodging a few trees. Then I leapt into the river. Cold stole away all the warmth I had. I squinted in the shock of being cold. The anesthesia wore off. Pain returned like a whip.
I turned to face the surface of the river. Suddenly the flaffy was also in the river. This Flaffy I swear!
I let the current pick me up and speed me down stream. I swam forward like a worm, movving like a bullet. The flaffy on the other hand was half drowning and half swimming to me. I swam to the side and pulled myself out with a little bit force.
I broke the surface sputtering water. I sat for a seconds and realized that the flaffy must be in trouble too. I dropped my milk carton.
I sighed and jumped into the water once more. The flaffy had fainted as she laid still in the water. She was about two or three yards away. I couldn't tell, because the water distorted the distance.
I stretched my arms and legs outward and was pushed towards her like a kite. Then I wrapper my arms around her like an octpus. Then I steered us towards the side of the river and brought us both onto the side of the river.
I gasped for air as I laid her on her back on the side of the river.
"Darn you, you are a pain," I sputtered.
She didn't answer.
"Man you are a pain." I said out loud. I pushed on her chest downward and glared at her. "I'll hate you for this." I let my hand float over her face, she wasn't breathing.
I took off my bandanna and moved my face close to hers. Our lips met. I closed my eyes and pinched her nose. I breathed air into her.
"Darn it breath." I said. I let go of her, and breathed in. I continued the process.
After a few minutes she ended up breathing, normally, she was still asleep, but she was alright.
"Alright," I said to myself, my face warm in the cold rain. I put my bandana back up and I scooped her up in my arms, [Stop laughing Rin!], and went towards my crate of milk. I picked it up and then thought better. I put down the flaffy and used my move dig and opened a hole in the ground by the tree.
"Leaf blade," I muttered and used the leaves on my arm to carve a cut into the tree.
"Forgive me," I muttered afterwards, rubbing the tree. I dropped the crate of milk inside and buried it. It should be fine for at least a day. I picked up the flaffy and started to walk home.
My house was directly beside the river, on the river bank in fact. It was beside a tree that I had memorized. I pushed some dirt aside and uncovered a very well made net that held the dirt in place. I opened it and grabbed the match attached to the bottom of it. A ladder appeared soon after moving the net aside. I jumped down into the hole with flaffy in my arms and landed with a heavy thud. My house consisted of three rooms. Only two were visible to the eyes of a visitor. The first room that I was in had a bed in the far right corner. It had a few quilts on it, put together neatly. There was a wooden table made out of wood and also two chairs. In the corner directly to my left there was a fireplace that I made with stones, a black kettle sat inside. I dug a hole directly to the surface. All I had to do was open the hole. In the farther and left corner of the room there was a large hole, where I kept food, wood, and other stuff.
I put the flaffy on the floor and lit a match. I quickly walked over to the furnace in the darkness and lit the fore wood inside. I blew at the spark of flame and it quickly engulfed the whole wood.
"You are soaking wet!" I grumbled angrily. I walked over to her and then laid her on my bed and went to the other room. Sheesh, how dare she faint! This is such a pain. I took a makeshift torch above the furnace and lit it with the furnaces fire. I walked over to the other room and put it on a torch hanger on the wall, which was a piece of metal shaped as a hoop. The room lit up with light. There was extra wood in the left corner of this room. In front of me was a cauldron on a shelf, sitting beside multiple plates, and dishes and cups. A glass jug of water sat to the left. Opposite the pile of wood there was a drawer with towels and other pieces of accessories. I grabbed a towel and moved back to the flaffy and dried her.
I tucked her in and took some pieces of wood from the other room and sat them beside the bed. Then I laid a couple matches on them and climbed back outside. I went to a different tree and pushed away some dirt revealing another net. I moved the net away and a blast of hot smoke covered my face. This was the chimney of my house, I reminded myself. I coughed lightly and swung my arm faintly over my nose, as if I saw swatting away some smog. I sighed stood back up and walked to the net that lead into my house. I put the matches back into the net's slot. Then I put a little bit of dirt on it and patted it down. I walked over to the area where the crate of milk was buried and undug it. I pulled it out and made an hour long walk, in the forest.
{Setsuna Damius Note: When I write, I swear my characters come to life. They sometimes tell me to write in two POVs like the Percy Jacks series. That's why this chapter is short. It has the other POV, Flaffy's, POV. Honestly I think this is going to be a better and a simpler story then the story of Atsuko and Kuro.}