First of all, I am only writing this because its stuck in my head, and this may help me in clearing it out. This is my first fanfic, so do not expect it to be good, and I must warn you, this story can be a bit corny and over dramatic. I will accept all criticism including negative ones.
I do not own pokemon.
It was just before night, when the sun was setting below the horizon. Most find this sight to be beautiful. But not Dirk, he has nothing against it but he doesn't really see what's so special about it. No, he preferred the moonlight; where while though it was night, it can be almost as bright as day with a pale light that doesn't burn.
The weavile sat crossed-leg against a tree, while chewing on a piece of grass. He was about to close his eyes to sleep, when he notice a mightyena hiding in a nearby bush. It was obviously hunting but strangely enough, it paid no attention to Dirk. No, it was hunting something else. Better whatever fool is careless enough to not be on guard than me. Thought the weavile. He stretch his neck to see the soon to be victim, though he shortly learned he would has to stand up a bit to see more clearly. Usually Dirk would ignore such a sickening sight but something he can't explain caused him to look beyond the bush the predator was hiding. A spring-green pokemon with two red horns sprouting from her spring-green bangs and wore what look like a white tutu stood at the edge of a dirt path that trainers usually use. Dirk was awestruck not just because he never seen a kirlia before, but because they are supposed to be uninhabited to this area. Now where did this chick come from?
He sniffed the air, which was luckily from down-wind of the kirlia. She reeks of human, no wonder she so oblivious to her doomed fate. He was about to turn away when suddenly the mightyena pounced on the surprised kirlia. Now Dirk had a set of rules he always followed to heart.
Rule number 1:Show no mercy on your enemy or victims.
Rule number 2:Always be cautious.
Rule number 3:Never interfere with someone else's problem or dinner.
Yet all these rules seemed to escape his mind. Perhaps it was pity for the kirlia since she has no way to defend herself since psychic attacks are ineffective against dark types. At least pidgeys and ratatas are capable of trying to defend themselves. Or it could be perhaps that it would be shame that such a rare pokemon would die. Whatever it was, it caused him to break his heart bound rules.
Just as the mightyena was to crush the windpipe of the startled kirlia, three sharp claws that seemed to transformed themselves to steel ripped at the back of the neck of the wolf-like monster. It howled with pain as blood oozed from its wound. It was stared angrily at the weavile, and just before it could pounce, the weavile formed a large chunk of ice between it's claws and threw it at the mightyena. The force of the attack was doubled, for the mightyena charged right into it. Dirk finished it off with some dark mass in the shape of a sphere. He hurled it at the pooch, and although he missed, it was enough to frighten the beast away.
It was at this time that the kirlia fully notice her savior. He was in the form of a bipedal feline with dark-blue fur, and a bright red crown, with a matching collar. He also had two bright red tails the resembled feathers and his ears. Before she can thank him, he gave her a dirty look, as if she done some horrific crime. He was just about to walk off when suddenly the now enraged kirlia shouted "Hey wait a minute!" Dirk turned around to see the angry psychic pokemon in his face, which surprised him which was rare for him. "You don't just save someone and then give them a dirty look. You go to see if their okay, and respectfully receive a thank you." "You seem alright to me." Dirk said in a sarcastic tone. "As for that thank you, I did not expect one nor do I need one. All I want from you is just be quite and protect yourself next time, for I won't be around! Now good day!" he shouted. Dirk then angrily walked away. Damn, this chick is annoying. You just don't tell someone how to save you, the important thing is your alive, and that's all. He turned around to notice that the kirlia had begun to follow him. "Go away!" He started to walk faster to escape his stalker. She of course began to walk faster as well. This caused him walk faster, which kirlia did as well. Screw this. He started to run knowing that a kirlia could not match a weavile's speed. He was just out of sight when his sensitive ears heard her scream in pain.
He raced back to see what was wrong. There he saw her on the ground with a big gash in her leg. Right next to her was a sharp rock covered in blood. She cringed in pain as Dirk walk over to her. "Let me see." He said as he kneeled next to her. She uncovered the wound with her hands to show him the damage. "Aww, that's a nasty cut there." He picked her up bridal style, causing her to blush from this surprising action from the rude weavile. "Hold tight to your leg and keep pressure on it. I'll take you to this place where we can fix you up." He then ran through the woods while carrying her until they came across a small stream. He laid her down near some trees, and removed her hands to see the wound again. It looks infected.
He then went to a nearby tree, and pick some leaves. He sniffed them to see if they were the right ones. When he realized they were the kind he need, he used his claws to poke some holes in them, and then soaked them in the nearby stream. Why am I doing this? Nevered done it for anyone before. I should of just left her there and let her take care of it her self. Oh well, don't see how this will have a negative impact on me; plus I'm bored as hell, so this should keep me occupied. He took the wet leaves over to her, he then grabbed some more leaves and without poking holes in them or soaking them, he placed it over the wet leaves. "Try putting some pressure on this; it should prevent infection and help it heal." "Thank you." she said weakly from the blood loss, while putting pressure on her leg. As Dirk went to gather water in a large leaf, she turned to him and asked "What is your name?" He stayed silent while gathering the water in the plant. He walked over to her and as helped her drink the water from the leaf, he said with a blush on his face "Dirk." As she finished her drink she smiled at him, which made him blush more. "And I'm Dahlia." She closed her eyes and went to sleep while still in Dirk's arms. Oh man. What have I gotten myself into?
That was the first chapter folks. I'll write more when I can. Well, if I can. Or better yet if I feel like it.