Ibu

by CakeZOrphan

Siroce is an orphaned Cubone seeking his mother, refusing to believe anything that humans and Pokemon alike tells him. To him, the sheer believe his mother is dead is something that is insane! Follow him on his adventure with some new allies to find the inevitable truth! Oc's Wanted and Forms inside along with the prologue

2. Chapter 1

Ibu

Chapter 1

OrphanZCake & YeAh776

My body had decided it needed a break, forcing me to take a rest from my journey. Gathering some dry grass and some twigs, I wrapped the dry grass around the twigs and placed the twigs into a pile. It would be a small fire but it's all I need to keep me warm since an angry Beedrill decided to take my blanket. I pulled my red book bag to my front and began to go through it, pulling out the silver fire maker that the humans called a "lighter". I opened the top of the "lighter" and pushed down on the orange button to cause a small flame at the hole. I slowly moved the "lighter" toward the pile and let it sit there waiting for it to catch flame. After what felt like forever it finally caught in fire.

Truthfully, I shouldn't have a fire going right now due to it attracting wild Pokemons. Well, technically, I'm considered a wild one myself so I'll reparse it: I could attract more 'violent' Pokemons. With this thought in mind, I kept my club bone close to me as I watched the flames dance. My stomach suddenly made me jump with a loud growl coming from it, which I mistaken for another Pokemon. I'll need to steal some more food for tomorrow but for the time being, I wanted to rest.

Adjusting the contents in my bag to make it as comfortable as it could be, I then proceeded to rest my head on it and soon found myself falling into a deep sleep.

Wake up…

The next morning, I shoot up with a bolt, unable to breathe for reasons unknown to me. After calming my breathing, I kicked dirt on the dying flames that no longer danced. I picked up the red book bag and my bone club. I then pulled the bag on my back and began to walk on the route, looking for sleeping trainers; I learned they always had a bundle of food with them. If I wasn't able to find food, I would probably throw my bone to hit an apple off a tree.

I once again felt the rocks against my feet, still cold and now wet from the morning dew. It felt more wakening then painful; the pads on the bottom of my feet could explain the lack of pain I felt. I looked around for dying fires or smoke or any signs of active humans. But sadly for me, no signs could be seen from where I was, so I continued foward.

After a few more minutes of walking, I heard some snoring in the distance. This meant a lazy, sleeping trainer was around which would be easier to steal from. I began to follow the soft sound until I found the source; I only took a glance at the human for a mere second to see her dark bluish hair. I silently ran to her bag and begin to unzip it. But then I thought ''What if I just take the whole bag instead?'' Unzipping it, I took out the red and white balls that hold the captured pokemon and zipped the Black bag back up. Then as quietly as possible, I ran through some bushes with the human's bag, refusing to look back at what I've done.

The bag was heavy which meant good supplies. Did I feel shame for stealing the bag, I asked myself mentally… No I didn't. Maybe the human should've had the black bag closer to her. When I was a good distance away, I stopped to unzip the black bag and dumped its content on the ground. I saw a good amount of food, a sleeping bag and after more shaking a red and white ball fell out. I was quite curious about it since I never had time or the care to examine one this closely. Picking up the red and white ball I made sure not to push the button in the middle; I had seen trainers push this to release the Pokemon inside. I've always wondered how a Pokemon could fit inside. However, I had no plans on figuring out or asking the Pokemon inside.

I took the red and white ball and placed it on a stump near the middle of the road, hoping someone would find it. If not, it wasn't my problem. I picked up my red book bag with ''my'' new black bag and I began to walk down the path. I personally saw this as helping whoever was inside the red and white ball. I really couldn't believe humans were making us beat each other until the other faints, and if we had the misfortune to be a wild Pokemon, then they leave us there for other Pokemons to come and eat us.

After a few more minutes of walking, I came up to the sign that showed me of what I could only assume was Route 4.

Onward to Route 4!