Title: Misunderstood
Fandom: Pokemon Special
Author: pika09
Theme: Rage caused by running away
Characters: Ruby, Norman
Rating: T
Word Count: 810
Disclaimer: Though I want it to be so, I don't own Pokemon Special. *sob*
Summary: Why must parricide be illegal?
There are some things that wouldn't be understood unless you do something to escape from it.
Ruby particularly is an expert on this kind of topic. He has no problems with believing that his father is a no-good battle maniac whose only use for his son is to drag him into Pokemon battle training. Of course, that use doesn't come without benefits though. But for someone shadowed by his own past and vowed to never again indulge in battles, you could say this benefit is completely useless.
So, on the day of his birth, he runs away.
He has thought about it for days on end and could think of no other alternative: if his father really will keep him from his dream then he would just have to leave the said father.
No sooner had he reached his new home(in a convenient town called LittleRoot, no less) did he pack his bags. Spotting a box with brightly-colored wrapper on top of a table, he seized it and ripped it open. He was annoyed by the present; a pair of shoes(same ones as he is wearing now, no originality whatsoever) the only difference between them is that the new pair had an inch-and-a-half sized piece of metal strapped to both sides of both shoes. Huffing, he tossed the present in a garbage can near him, his temper rising and the decision to leave strengthening. As he prepares to run away, he gives one last look at the present, and, after a moment's hesitation, decides to wear it, for a little remembrance.
What he did not know was that the Running Shoes would later save their lives.
Norman had caught up with him. The very next seconds had shown him the rage he had caused to his father for running away. Battered and bruised, he braced himself for the last attack. He grabbed a broken pipe, holding it like a cannon, his Marshtomp issued a final attack of Mud Shot(its strongest yet), but behind him he felt a ray of light. The attack he sent had failed to reach Norman for the move(Sunny Day) had managed to dissolve the mud bomb into nothing but pellets. He got to his feet, sweating and panting, but the break didn't last long.
A sudden rumbling disrupted the silence. An earthquake has happened. The shaking nearly swung him off their battlefield(the stairs), but he managed to grab on the steps at the last minute. Norman, of course, reacted by instinct. He tried to get closer to his son, but the state they're in paralyzed his movements. To make things worse, an aftershock occurs, sending both of them plummeting down.
Or at least, that's what you think what happened.
Luckily Norman grabbed a branch at the last second, his hand tightly gripping Ruby's. Ruby spared a look at below them and thought that a few more seconds, both of them will die at the jagged remains of the broken staircase and the tree trunks. Norman sees the Castform, and pleads it to use Sunny Day. The rain stops, but the branch snaps, and the two of them fell. Time for drastic actions, Ruby thought. He calls out his Feebas, nicknamed it Mimi, and orders it to use a few of its moves. No luck was attained by the actions, and just when all hope is lost, Norman notices Ruby's shoes, and immediately recognizes it as the same ones he gave to his son for his birthday.
"Ruby, your shoes!" He calls out.
Ruby turns it on, and while the shoes are gathering speed, it swipes the jagged woods, and it flops them both to safety. Tired, Ruby remembers that the shoes were his father's birthday present and feels grateful that he did wear it. He then passes out.
A few more minutes later, he hears footsteps moving closer. Suddenly, Norman's voice said. "Hey! Idiot Son! You disobeyed your parents, and then you ran away from home. I had enough! Just do what you want! In return, you'd better accomplish your goals! A man should complete what he has set out to do before he can head home! I know nothing about contests, but maybe there's something interesting about them. But there must be a lot of things you need in order to win."
"Here." He felt a hand place something on his hand, which he recognized as his Pokeblock case. "You dropped this in SlatePort. Keep your belongings well, and remember to call your mother."
He heard footsteps leaving after that speech, and his fingers close in on his Pokeblock case. Inwardly, he grinned.
Maybe his father was something more than a battle maniac after all.
And Chapter 2 is done! I know this may sound a bit lame, but I was rushing it, okay? Please review, and look forward to the next chapter!
