A Future for a Grieving Pokemon

by ChronoTime

A story that starts out sad but it can be happy, sad, and/or serious. A riolu has lost his trainer to a gun wielding man. He struggles to find origin to the killer and his motives. He also has to get used to living with his trainer's brother and his family. WARNING:This story contains death, violence, and minor to major cussing.

2. Chapter 2:The Big News

3rd POV-Derek's house

"That awful, it's a shame that I never met Chrystal. Do you miss her, dad?" Chris asked. Derek looked down at the letter and quietly answered, "Yes… yes I do," Derek said, "Hey, it's says here, on Chrystal's will, that she giving her riolu to us." Derek kept reading, while Chris asked, "What its name?" Derek searched the letter and then replied, "His name is Riley and it says he like to sleep on bean bags, he likes technology, and like sweet food like chewy candy. He does not like sour food, narrow-minded people and Pokémon, and unfair reasoning." When he finished he looked up and looked around his office. He got off the edge of his desk and walked over to Chris, who was standing in the door way. "I think we should use Rick's lazy room for Riley's room. Put a bean bag, desk, and anything else," Chris commented with a bit of enthusiasm with hope it cheer up his father. "That's a good idea. Let's start as soon as possible. Riley will be here in three days."

Chris's POV-Derek's house

After dad called a family meeting my dad, Rick the chrazard, Isac the blastoids, Tessa the venisaur, and I sat at the dinner table. "This better be good, my show is on," Rick whined crossing his arms. The table was silent for a few seconds, until dad spoke up, "My sister, Chrystal, died a couple days ago. She says her riolu, Riley belongs to me now. He will be here in two days. Sorry Rick, but Riley will live in your lazy room. "When he was done talking, Rick objected by saying, "What that is so too unfair!" "It's completely fair, Rick, he just lost his trainer!" Tessa stated emotionally. Rick grunted a turned his head away and loudly mumbled, "He is not getting my Lounge." Ok, now I step in! I thought. "Rick it's not like you have a choice. He IS coming in two days. You can just move your stuff to your room." I pointed out boldly. Rick looked at the floor with annoyance in his eyes, "Fine he can have it" Dad heaved a sigh of relief. "Ok then let's get started!" It was nice to see my dad back in his "Let's Do It" mood.

The next day we moved Rick's junk into his room. We found old toys, pillows, blankets, and a few pieces of moldy food. That really disgusting and Rick said he forgot them. After we moved a desk, a bean bag, and bookshelf into Riley's new room, I looked around and decided it was enough. I wonder what's Riley like, I thought, He will probably be sad.