Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Constant As The Stars Above(Except I call dibs on the changed bits of the lyrics. Not that the lyrics are mine, just that the edits to it where my idea. As far as I know no one's done them like that. If so, eh, you get it) and all, you know the drill. I do own my character's profile and such, and the plot. It's mine!
Ever wondered what it was like to be a Pokemon? Correctly? Nope. Bet you didn't. Well, it's not as fun as it appears to be. Most pokemon get lucky and are taken in by good humans; humans who look after Pokemon, and take care of them, love them and all that. But others, they don't get as lucky. They end up with humans who could care less about them, and either use them for money purposes or just to say they have them. Those humans don't deserve to have Pokemon. They deserve to be locked up and kept away from others. But no one ever stops them. At least, they rarely do. How do I know? Well, I'm a Pokemon. And this is my story.
One two three, two two three, three two three…over and over…doesn't she ever get tired of that? One two three, two two three…obviously not…
A soft sigh filled the air as a small, pale pink figure sat up to stretch, watching the human before her continue with her odd little movements. Apparently it was supposed to be Ballet….yeah right…the human was completely butchering the song she was dancing to. And it was such a beautiful song.
Shaking her little head, the form of fluff headed outside through the far too small dog door, gazing out at the sad excuse for a yard. She could have been owned by a talented trainer, or a graceful coordinator, but instead she was owned by a stuck up, sad excuse for a human whom had no idea what toothpaste was. Another shake of the head and she was headed across the yard towards the only available source of good, clean water. A nearby lake, which thankfully 'her' humans never visited. It was the only place she could get some quiet time.
Lowering herself onto all fours, the Pokemon dashed over to the lake shore and took several cautious sips. She had to be careful. Didn't want to attract the attention of a certain…partially mental tenant of a tree nearby…
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THERE PINKY! I MEAN IT!"
And of course she failed, as usual. Rolling her eyes, she turned and looked up at the tree. A pair of eyes glaring down at her viciously. Sort of. 'Viciously' wasn't exactly the right word. More so on the pittling side of pathetically angry. The eyes belonged to a rather scruffy Murkrow whom permanently looked as though he woke up on the wrong side of the branch. 'Pinky' just looked at him, bored as can be.
"Mhish, your not scary. So…yeah. You can stop trying to Leer now."
Said Murkrow practically went limp at her words, flying down next to her, losing a few feathers at times. "You sure? Not even a little, tiny bit?" He looked at her hopefully, hoping for just an itty bit of fear from her. Mhish wasn't scary in the least, but his gaze just made her smile. "Alright, maybe a little. Go for a little bit of a deeper voice next time. Your almost there."
"Got it! Deeper and from the inner chest! Thanks Acacia! I owe you one!" Spreading his wings he took off and headed deeper into the forest to go work on his 'scarier' voice. Calling after him, Acacia corrected him for the umpteenth time. "You owe me far more than one!" Smiling a bit more than she was before, Acacia turned and looked down at her reflection in the lake's calm waters. Her pale pink skin; her fluff that was such a light violet it was hard to tell atoll it was purple; and the light green orb at the end of her tail. Acacia was a Shiny Flaaffy. She was supposed to be special. Rare. Nearly one-of-a-kind. Then why didn't she feel like it?
Probably because she was stuck being a house pet to some pompous little girl who believed that just because she wanted something, meant she would get it. No matter how expensive it was. Why, OH WHY, it had to be her that choose Acacia from over a dozen Mareep lambs the Good Farmer had been giving away. She had been too young to know his name, but she did know he had been what any Pokemon would dream of in a human owner. Acacia's mother was being sold to another farmer and Acacia couldn't go, just like all the other lambs. The Good Farmer couldn't afford to take care of them anymore, so he gave them away to those he thought were good owners. Sadly he picked wrong for Acacia. Only thing her humans did right for her was her name.
All the other lambs went to trainers, coordinators, breeders, even to some just to be a pet, but even those fared better then she did. Acacia was fed and brushed, quite roughly but brushed all the same, it was just all so boring. Nothing to do but lay around and watch her sad excuse of an owner. Only good thing the child did was have good taste in music for the Flaaffy to listen to. Other then that, not so much.
Thinking back to the Ballet number she had just been listening to and watching, made her close her eyes and imagine her mother singing a lullaby to help her get to sleep. As Acacia pictured her rather beautiful Ampharos mother, snuggled into her side in the warm hay of the field. Under the shining ebony sky. Not a flicker of city lights anywhere. Perfection. Just thinking about the lullaby made her want to sing it, something she only did when she was sure she was alone, in a way. Acacia searched her surroundings for a moment before looking back at the water, humming the lullaby for a moment until it morphed into words.
Constant as the stars above
Always know that you are loved
And my love shining in you
Will help you make your dreams come true
Will help your dreams come true
The lamb lies down and rests it head
On its mother's downy bed
Eevee's play in the moonlight's glow
And Butterfree dream of a violet rose
Dream of a violet rose
I'll cradle you in my arms tonight
As sun embraces the moonlight
The clouds will carry us off tonight
Our dreams will run deep like the sea
Our dreams will run deep like the sea
Constant as the stars above
Always know that you are loved
And my love shining in you
Will help you make your dreams come true
Will help your dreams come true…
Acacia smiled softly; that song never got old. At least, not to her. She wasn't sure about the surrounding wild Pokemon whom heard her sing it every so often. It's not like she had a bad voice or anything. Course Mhish would yell at her for singing just to try and be 'scary', but she never paid him any mind. The Flaaffy glanced up at the clouds for a moment, her tail going side to side softly. Time to go home. If she could call it home.
"YOUR MINE!"
Before Acacia could even call out, she was entrenched in an odd glow and pulled into a small device. Just before her world went black, she caught sight of some funky yellow and brown hair. What was that human thinking…
Well, she had always dreamed of adventure. Looks like she was getting it whether she wanted it or not.