I do not own Pokemon
I do own Trainer and Sanoko and the to be named scyther.
In which Trainer screams like a little girl.
And I discover that really, really does not like openoffice. For some reason or another. Sorry if there are mistakes, I only fixed the random Chinese works that randomly popped up.
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It's not until I'm on Route 36 that I realize a glaring hole in my plans.
I can't get the scyther healed at Pokemon Center.
Legally, non-trainers are not allowed to own more than two domestic pokemon. Domestic pokemon are pokemon like pidgey, meowth, the eevee family, and the hound family. Scyther, are most definitely NOT domestic pokemon.
Scyther actually belong in the dangerous category; pokemon that kill to survive or enjoy killing. Ironically, most domestic pokemon evolve into dangerous ones, the best example being purrloin. Liepard are sadistic, sneaky pokemon that enjoy killing for the sake of killing, though they thankfully prefer killing small flying-type pokemon over humans.
"Magicrap", Sanoko doesn't hear me, having fallen asleep on my shoulders as soon as we left the gatehouse. I know it isn't considered to be all the intelligent for a young boy, visually girl, to be traveling at night, but I don't have the time to wait until sun up. Thankfully, I don't feel any of the nighttime chill, since my Sanoko-scarf is quite warm and comfortable. I'm gonna have to heal that bug myself...which will have to wait until Sanoko wakes up, since I am NOT going to try and hold down an angry scyther by myself, injured or not.
A scowl etches itself on my face when I realize that it'll take me at least another full day and night of walking to get to the next town. That realization also triggers my body to scream at me that it's tired, and that I should find a nice safe place to rest for the night. I end up trudging off of the main path, until I find a tree with a large hollow at the base. I barely manage to unroll my sleeping bag and crawl in, before I fall asleep.
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Morning sleepy kit. Wake up and get moving. Sanoko yowls, translator crackling at the pitch, as she kneads my face with her claws. Wake up, I brought you breakfast.
"Wha-?" I blink, groggily rubbing my eyes, "What time is it?"
Oh...two hours after dawn. Time to get moving! Satisfied that she's woken me up, the flareon gets off of my chest and prances away.
Only to come back a few seconds later to dump a scorched hoot hoot corpse where my legs are. Eat up. We need to move. I groan and push the dead bird off of my sleeping bag, and crawl out of it's fluffy, warm confines.
I yawn, jaw clicking, and stagger to my feet, hands already at work rolling up the sleeping bag and stuffing it back into my backpack. I nearly reach for toothpaste and a toothbrush before I realize that a) there isn't a water source nearby and b) I don't have toothpaste or a toothbrush which means I'll have to go buy some when I have money. I do, however have a wooden comb and I'm halfway through combing my hair (dammit, I hate having long hair) when I remember that I have to heal the scyther. "Oi, Sanoko! Come here." I gingerly pick up the hoot hoot corpse as she prances over. "I'm gonna heal the scyther, so be ready for trouble okay?" She nods, shifting into a pouncing position, fur flaring up from her body creating extra heat in preparation of a fight. Carefully maintaining my hold on the dead bird, I throw the scyther's greatball a short distance away from me. "Come out!"
I really need to give him a name...though I don't have any ideas right now.
In a flash of red light the scyther materializes, still injured and burned. He hisses at me, weakly backing away, fear and distrust clear in his eyes. I can't help but wince at the full extend of the damage that he's suffered, since all the gory details of his injuries are clearly visible in light of day. "Hey there. You hungry?" A quick toss throws the bird corpse at the preying mantis' feet, the action causing him to jump back in fear, before inching forward. It's clear that he's starving, though he's still watching me and Sanoko with distrustful eyes.
Oh for the love of Heatran, don't be so scared. I'm not going to hurt you anymore! Sanoko snaps, tail waving in frustration. You don't have to act like I'm going to attack you at any moment!
The scyther hisses back in reply, saying something I can't quite understand...
Well...that is a good point, but I promise not to hurt you anymore. She meows, relaxing her stance and sitting down. Unless we are training, but that is a giving during sparring and such. Anyway, you should eat, cause you need to heal and healing makes you hungry.
The bug-type chirps in confusion, gesturing to the half-cooked corpse in front of it. Yes, my Trainer is giving it to you to eat. You are part of the team now, so it's natural to take care of you. I can practically see the gears turning in the scyther's head, as he processes what Sanoko is saying. Sanoko actually slips into a language the translator can't understand, but the scyther obviously does, resulting in a rapid fire conversation I am not privy to.
On that note, I'm jealous that all pokemon can understand each other, despite the difference in regional dialects. Must be some sort of primal or origin language or something like that.
I'm broken from my musings when the scyther greedily tears into the hoot hoot corpse, feathers and bits of gore flying everywhere. Sanoko meanwhile looks pleased, and prances off into the bush, calling to me over her shoulder. I'm going to get more food, he's a growing boy and needs it. Oh, and you can heal him now, he understands that you can't hurt him.
Thanks. That makes me feel so much better.
Grumbling to myself, I dig through my backpack in search of healing items. From the looks of it, I'll probably need at least one can of potion and another of super potion. Definitely need a burn heal...probably three from the number of heat blisters that are on his carapace. It takes a few minutes for me to find the items I need, having messed up the order that they where in when I dragged out my sleeping bag last night.
When I turn around the first thing I see is a bright green soot-streaked muzzle in my face.
I'm embarrassed to say I shriek like a little girl.
My yelp makes the scyther back away, surprise clear in his eyes, though he doesn't move more than a foot backwards. The bug actually crouches down and studies me, curiosity clear on his face. Once I realize that he's not going to do anything, I calm down and pick up a bottle of super potion. It takes a little more time before I work up the courage to touch the praying mantis, fingers gliding over the hard bone blades that serve as his greatest weapons.
The blades are rather cold and grimy, a nearly invisible layer of ash covering them. The sticky, almost gritty feeling makes me want to wash my hands, but I ignore the desire in favor of spraying the first injury I see with super potion. The scyther remains still, though I would have though he would have jumped back or freaked out. Most pokemon do, when they first come in contact with human-made items. I guess that Sanoko told him what to expect when I was spacing out, since he doesn't even flinch, instead he actually helps me by willingly exposing his injured areas.
Odd, it makes me think that he might have had a trainer before, if he's this used to being treated.
A particularly nasty burn on his abdomen makes me wince, since the exoskeleton around the injury is blistered and spotted with fluid filled pustules. The burn itself is a sort of dark off-gray, the worst areas flaking bits of ashy white...something. The burn heal spray thankfully takes care of it, causing the burned areas to shed off and forcing healthy green scales to grow. Thankfully I manage to treat all the burns before I run out of burn heal, though I'll definitely need to buy more as soon as possible.
Sanoko returns just as I finish healing the mantis, dragging the body of a rather large pidgey. The scyther immediately snatches up the bird, fanged jaws making short work of the Tiny Bird pokemon's frail bones. The crunching noises make me snort in amusement, especially when the scyther pauses his eating to give me a concerned look. He's got feathers poking out from his mouth and plastered to his head with blood, making him look like he just killed a feather pillow. Another snort escapes my mouth, which blooms into a full on bout of hysterical laughter.
Sanoko just rolls her eyes at me and sits nearby, waiting for me to finish.
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It takes me about half an hour to calm down. I apparently ended up worrying the scyther, since he didn't start eating again till I stop giggling like a twit. Once I did though, he immediately wolfed down the rest of the pidgey.
"So are you done eating for now?" I have Sanoko translate for me, since I definitely don't want any misunderstands that might undo all the work that I put into making him healthy again. "Okay, that's good. I'm going to put you back into your greatball for now. Got it?" He nods, waiting patiently as I maximize his container and suck him back into it.
"Well, that was exciting." I sigh, minimizing the greatball and hiding it in my backpack, before swinging the pack onto my shoulder. "Better get moving huh?"
Definitely. We spent about an hour and a half, fixing up the little gallant. She snorts, It would have only taken an hour if someone didn't have a mental breakdown.
"Well excuse me, Miss Princess, if not all of us have the same mental strength of a pokemon." I snipe back, "Now...which way is the road?"
After finding our bearings and making back to Route 36, me and Sanoko continue out trek toward New Bark town. I estimate that it's about 10:45 AM, since the sun rises at about 6:20 AM during the fall. It's a nice day, a bit colder than yesterday. There isn't anyone else on the trail, except the occasional pidgey flitting about. I know that there are vulpix, growlithe, stantler, and shinx in the bushes, which is funny since shinx are Sinnoh pokemon. While shinx are rare, they are considered a pest pokemon, since they aren't native to Johto. It's actually fairly common for people to kill shinx when they see them, since they mess up the local environment. It makes me wonder who was stupid enough to release a shinx into the Johto wilderness...though it was probably some spoiled brat who didn't know how to take care of it.
Speaking of releasing pokemon..."Sanoko?"
Yes, Trainer? My flareon asks delicately, tail wagging under the bright sun. You should eat you know. You haven't had anything to eat since you left the Order. As if to prove the Flame pokemon right, my stomach growls. My response to my stomach and to my obnoxious flareon is to dig out one of the packets of instant noodles, crush the noodles and sprinkle them with the powdered soup base, before eating them like chips. That is not what I meant by eating something.
"Shush, it's food okay?" I mumble from around a mouthful of dried, fried, salted wheat product. "Anyway, what's with the scyther? He a trained pokemon or something?"
What? Oh...well not really. She glances back and sighs at the sight of my raised eyebrow. He was born on a breeder ranch, since wild scyther are practically extinct, and was shipped to the National Park for the sole purpose of being captured in a contest. So he has had some contact with humans, as well as a bit of training so that he would be strong enough to survive in the park until someone caught him.
"That explains a lot, though it still doesn't answer the question why he's so comfortable with me right away." Mmmm...salt and MSG...my favorite flavorings.
First off, he's comfortable around you because you remind him of one of his old caretakers-
"Isn't that kinda...I don't know...oddly convenient?"
Shush, do not question the gifts that Heatran has bestowed on you. She snaps, ears twitching with annoyance. He also views you as a rather helpless baby, one that is to be protected, not feared. Before I can protest, my flareon barrels on with her explanation. Yes, you command me, but that simply makes him respect your skill as a trainer, since I managed to beat him so easily. There is a smug tone in her voice, and I swear Sanoko prances a bit higher after saying that. He's quite the noble warrior type, one who is willing to serve the one who defeated him in combat.
"...wouldn't that be you?" I remark dryly, before stuffing another piece of instant ramen into my mouth. "Since you know...you were the one to beat him up."
Usually that would be the case, but, I am a trained pokemon-
"All your wins are directly given to me." I finish, rolling my eyes at the slightly convoluted logic that rules the pokemon code of combat. "How convenient." I grumble, crunching away at another chunk of instant noodle.
Like I said, don't question the gifts that Heatran has bestowed on you. She retorts, giving me a mock-disapproving look. And before you ask, no, he does not have a name. He is actually rather looking forward to you giving him one. With that, my delightful, and occasionally too smart for her own good, flareon dashes forward and scatters a group of pidgey with mildly sociopathic glee. Run, birdies run! Flee in terror before the might of Sanoko!
I grin, it's nice to see Sanoko acting like the child that she supposed to be. Being a part of the Order of Steel has made her grow up way too fast, since the eevee family doesn't hit adulthood until three years of age. Of course, it can be argued that I've matured too fast was well, but I don't think it matters all that much. Being a trainer tends to force people to grow into adulthood a lot faster than they would in more protected environments. Fitting since being a trainer means you mature fast, or you get killed by one of the many hazards of the wilderness.
Shaking my head to clear it of my somewhat depressing thoughts, I consider the fact that the scyther actually wants a name. I haven't named any pokemon besides Sanoko, and her name was a direct jab at the Order, since in the "secret" language the the Touched created, Sanoko means "Melter" or "Slag Maker". Don't ask me how that even makes sense, I didn't make the stupid language, but I did learn it even though I'm not supposed to know it, being a novice level member. It was funny pretending that I didn't know what the implications of her name were. What was funnier was evolving her into a flareon before they could force me to evolve her into jolteon. Serves them right for trying to make me and Sanoko be members of their electric/steel squad.
I hate magnemite, and those are the bulk of the electric/steel squad. Those things are just so creepy, especially since they only have one eye and eat electricity. They wanted Sanoko to basically serve as a food source for the little one-eyed freaks. I like to see them try to feed on her now. Bastards.
But back to business...what am I going to name that scyther?
...I have no idea.
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"But...but I don't want a jolteon." A young boy of 12 years protectively cradles his only pokemon, a five-month old female eevee.
Several people gasp, shocked at the sheer gall of the boy's words.
"...You have been given with a place in the Magnet Corps and yet you dare refuse the honor?" The adult's body is stiff with anger, anger that can easily be translated into a punishment that the boy will not enjoy one bit.
"...oh...I'm sorry. I didn't know" Head bowed low, every line of the boy's body radiating embarrassment and shame. The pokemon in his lap whines, sympathetic to her trainer's plight. "...I'll evolve her...but..."
Unease and indignation from the boy's peers, several holding their own electric or steel-types.
"Speak up. What is it?"
"Can...can I have her evolve in private? I..." The boy looks down, black bangs covering his eyes, fingers gently combing through the eevee's fur. "It's just that she's my first pokemon and seeing her evolve is special..."
Silence, broken only by the softest breaths. The boy's superior looks thoughtful, carefully studying one of the most troublesome novices that the Order has had in a while. After a moment the superior officer speaks, voice filled with the gracious kindness and false generosity that is only shown to the completely defeated. "You may, so long as your eevee is evolved before this time tomorrow." A curt nod to a nearby assistant results in the boy being presented with a box containing a rare and valuable thunderstone. The boy takes it, hands shaking slightly and stands, bowing deeply before fleeing the room. His eevee trots after him, tail dragging like a banner of despair.
"Now that that is taken care of...we will continue the meeting" An indulgent smile from the boy's superior, as the rest of the novices snap to attention, eagerly awaiting the orders of their master.
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Back in his room, the boy carefully locks the door, before setting the cursed stone on his desk table. The female eevee jumps onto his bed, careful to stay out of her trainer's way. The room itself is rather bare, only furnished with a bed, a desk, and a chair for study. It does not seem like a place that anyone could hide something.
But he has hidden something, an item that would get him the most severe punishment allowed for novices his age. It's stashed in the hollow metal leg of his bed, the upper right one to be exact. That is the corner that is protected on two sides by the walls of his room, and the most difficult for him to access. The boy wriggles under his bed, barely able to fit due to the low height, and digs his nails into a barely noticeable seam. A two and a half inch by five inch panel pops off, exposing a cavity carefully lined with scraps of fabric. Nestled in the fabric is his most treasured possession, glowing a cheerful orange while a flickering light dances in the center.
A firestone.
It's not a very large piece, but more than enough to do the job that it is meant to. His fingers delicately ease the precious stone from its hiding place, and his wriggles back out from under the bed with more than a little difficulty.
The eevee croons in delight, paying rapt attention to the internal flame that dances merrily in the glass-like gem. The boy smiles at the happiness of his pokemon, and offers it to eevee, letting her chose when she wants to take the final step.
Evolution by evolutionary stones is very risky, they both know that. Most pokemon in the compound are exposed to constant low levels of thunderstone radiation, due to the nature of this particular training compound. Thunderstones increase the power of electric-types and electric-typed moves, making them extremely useful when training magnemites and electric empowered klink.
Of course, the constant exposure would have made is very easy and very safe for the eevee to evolve into a jolteon. However, she has been exposed to an equal, if not greater, amount of firestone radiation. Under her thick mane is a simple choker, a small shard of firestone that had been carefully chipped from the main stone that the boy holds, tightly secured by woven strands. The piece is far too small to force evolution, but more than enough to prepare her body to become a flareon. She has been turning into a flareon over the last two months, the fur of her mane and tail thickening and lightening in color, while the fur covering her body has started to take a faint reddish tint.
The boy looks at his beloved starter and smiles, noticing her eyes have begun to take a slight bluish sheen. That is the last sign that he has been looking for, one that signifies that it is safe for her to evolve.
Noticing her trainer's expression of happiness, the eevee smiles as well, though the look is far more predatory than the boy can ever manage. Taking a deep breath, she leans forward and touches her nose to the stone and waits.
She didn't need to wait long.
The white glow of evolution envelopes her body, as changes began to take place. Her tail fluffs out, cream fur bristling outward until the appendage resembles a pale burst of fire. The thick tear-drop shaped mane that all eevees have withdraws, then grows outward in all directions, becoming more circular in shape. The growth of the flareon's mane breaks the choker that she has worn for two months, the thin rope falling to the floor silently, the fire shard it holds empty of power, as her body has absorbed it in its change. On her forehead a second candle-flame shaped tuft of fur grows, the same color as the fur that makes up her tail and mane. The specialized fur that makes up her mane, tail, and head tuft will help her vent extra heat so she will be able to not burn those who wish to touch her. The dense fur brown fur that had covered her pre-evolution body shortens and thickens, becoming almost like velvet in texture, and takes on a deep orange hue. Limbs lengthen, becoming corded with muscle as her paw pads change from light pink to pale yellow. Her head changes shape, becoming more angular, as longer fangs sprout from her lips. Smooth brown ears turn orange and widen, adding a deeper curve to the lower half as spiky tufts of orange fur grow along the upper edges. Lastly, the soft brown eyes of a eevee narrow and give way to the deep blue eyes of a flareon, new confidence and aggression gleaming in their dark depths.
The boy gapes, nearly having forgotten to breath during his starter's change. The firestone in his hand glimmers once and goes dark, its power spent, turning it into a mere grayish chunk of glass. He doesn't regret the use of the stone at all, having seen the change it wrought.
Fully changed, the new flareon tests her body, leaping from the bed to the floor and the floor to the desk and so forth. The boy watches entranced, a truly happy smile gracing his lips. As his beloved starter basks in the glory of her evolution, his smile changes to one nearly as predatory as his flareon's.
"Well...the bitch better be pleased, after all I did evolve you, didn't I?"
