A/N Alright guys here is chapter two. It's kinda short and without lemons, but bear with me and I'll reward you with a threesome next chapter. So without further ado, here is Chapter two.
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"Hello father," The man who may have been my father but barely acted like a dad in my life walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder as I walked off the stairs.
"Wow. You've grown." he said in amazement.
"Well it's been a ten years since you've seen me so... Which reminds me, how was prison?" I asked him, ice in my voice.
He winced at my harsh words. "Izzy!" my mother exclaimed.
"No Stephanie," my dad sighed. "It's alright. He's right. It has been a while."
I continued to stare him in the eyes, my harsh expression never wavering.
"Izzy? Where are you?" I heard from the top of the stairs. I turned around and looked up at the stairs as Naomi began to descend the steps.
She saw my hard expression as well as the man in front of me and froze. "Should I come back?" she asked retreating back up.
"No please," my dad said, moving to get a closer look at my Pokemon. I looked back at him in disgust. When he reached her, he took her hand in hers and gently placed it up to his lips. "And who are you?"
Naomi retreated her hand and smiled at him. But there was no warmth in it. She disliked him almost immediately. She walked over to me and placed her arm around my shoulder and gave me a peck on the cheek, softening my expression a little. "I'm Naomi, Izzy's Pokemon."
"Well it's good to see my son has inherited my taste for beautiful Pokemon. I'm Bartholomew Martinez, but you can call me Barry." He held out his hand and Naomi shook it gracefully.
"Nice to meet you."
He nodded and turned his head back to me. "Is there somewhere me and you can talk in private?" I nodded and turned to whisper in Naomi's ear.
"Would you like to wait upstairs or back in your ball?"
"Upstairs." I nodded and walked toward the door and my dad followed me. As we walked out the door I breathed in the cool night air.
"This way," I led him to the edge of town where we had a good view of the ocean. I leaded against the rail. "What do you want?" I asked my voice hard as steel once more.
"I want to say I'm sorry." he too, looked out into the ocean. "I know I haven't been the best father in the world," I glared at him. "Okay maybe I haven't been a good father at all." He turned to me and turned me toward him. "But I want you to know, I'm done. I am not going back to jail. I promise. For you I will stay away from crime. I just want you to know, if you ever need ANYTHING, don't hesitate to call me and ask."
I turned away from him. "Do you have any idea, how hard it was to grow up without a father? What it was like to stay at my friends house and see their families laughing and having a great time with their dads? What it's like to go through puberty without having someone who can explain from personal experience?" I clenched my fists. "How hard it was to be the man of the family at such a young age?" Tears began to well in my eyes.
But then something happened that I will never forget. Something that, for as long as I can remember, has never happened to me before. My dad, pulled my in for a hug. It was strange to be hugged by my father, but I let go of all of my hatred for him and began to let it all out as I cried into his chest as he was taller than me by a couple of inches.
And by the dampness I felt on my hair, he was too. "No. no I don't son, but let me tell you what, I promise that'll never happen again." He pushed me away from him and looked me in the eyes. "I am a changed man. I have a job. I'm making a steady living. I am NOT going back to jail. I promise." His hand dropped into his pocket. As it came back out, it now held a medium sized black box with a removable lid. "Here, I want you to have this. But don't open it until you get upstairs in your house. I have to go now. Tell your mother I love her." he kissed me on my forehead and when I looked down at the box he was gone when my head went back up.
I looked upward to see my dads Unfezant with him on it's back, flying off.
I walked into the door and looked onto the couch to see my mom and Naomi sitting on the couch.
They must not have heard me come in because they kept talking. "Really?" my mom said, looking at my Pokemon. "When he was little he was so small."
Naomi giggled. "Yea well he's definitely not small now,"
I cleared my throat and Naomi nearly passed out from embarrassment that she would be talking to my mother about such things. She quickly got over it however as she nearly crushed my lugs with her hug.
"Okay Naomi, I'm fine, now may I breath in peace?"
"Oops. Sorry," she said, relinquishing her grip.
"Where's your father?" my mom asked.
"He had to leave. But he gave me something," I held up the black box. "and me and Naomi are gonna go upstairs and open it. Okay?"
"Alright. But afterwords, you go straight to bed. You start your journey tomorrow."
"Yes ma'am," Me and Naomi bolted upstairs and set the box down on the bed. I practically threw the lid off the box to reveal... a pokeball? I looked at Naomi who met my gaze. "He sent me a pokeball?" I picked up up. It felt heavier than a normal pokeball. "Holly shit. There's a Pokemon in here!"
"Well hurry up! Release it!" Naomi was practically bouncing with excitement.
"Come on out Pokemon!" I yelled, tossing the ball in the air.
Out of the pokeball came a Pokemon dressed in a back ninja shirt and pants with a red belt around his waist. His black hair had a cool looking swirl at the top with a red tip. He also wore red sandals and arm bands. He had red makeup above his eyes almost like eyebrows. He also had red eyelids, blue eyes, and very pointy nose. His head was turned away from us. He was about 5 feet tall.
"What do you two morons want?" he spoke.
"MORONS!" All excitement went out the window as I began to feel the urge to punch this Pokemon. "I am your new trainer! You could show some respect!"
He swung his gaze on me. "I could never be the Pokemon of such a weak trainer."
"I am not weak! Naomi, use Tackle!" I pointed at the Pokemon. He eyes narrowed but he didn't make a move. And neither did Naomi. "Um, Naomi?"
"Hm?" she turned her head to me after a second. "What?"
"Will you excuse us for a minute?" I asked the Pokemon. He gave small grunt and turned his head away from us again.
I pulled Naomi to the side. "What's wrong with you?" I hissed into her ear.
"Maybe we don't have to use force." She looked back at the Pokemon. "Here, let me try something. While I have him distracted, you scan him with the pokedex."
"Alright." She turned back to him began moving toward him.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" he exclaimed taking a step back, but Naomi kept advancing. "Stay away from me!" he growled. But nothing could deter her.
I did as I was told and pointed the pokedex at the Pokemon. It clicked on and I muted it so it wouldn't distract him.
"Oh come on. Relax. Isaiah's a nice trainer." She pulled off her shirt, showing her bra-less tits to the Pokemon. I laughed a little as I saw a small trickle of blood emit from his nose.
I looked down at my pokedex.
Pokemon: Zorua
Level: 17
Moves: Feint attack, Pursuit, Fury Swipes, Leer.
Evolves into: Zoroark
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 98 lbs
Description: Zorua are natural pranksters, and will do anything for the sake of a practical joke. They can also change their form into anyone they chose, making them... interesting in bed. However, they are very secluded and are very difficult to be friends with making them a Pokemon whom you have to work for their respect.
I looked up form my pokedex and saw Naomi completely naked. She was also on her knee's trying to get the Zoura's pants off. "Naomi!" I hollered at her. She looked back from her task and smiled.
"Sorry Izzy, I got carried away."
"I can see. Now step away from the Pokemon."
She backed off and the dark type put his belt back on. "Thanks." he said softly.
"No prob." I walked over to him and held out my hand. He took it and shook it. "I'm Isaiah, but you can call me Izzy. What's your name?"
"Zeke. That's one amazing Pokemon you got there," he said nodding to Naomi who was standing in a corner waiting to be called back over.
"Thanks." I looked over at the grass type. "Wait here,"
I walked over to her and whispered into her ear. She responded by wrapping her arms around me and kissing me repeatedly on the cheek. "Yes, yes, yes! Thank you Izzy!"
I looked back at the confused dark type. "Well Zeke. You ready for the ride of your life?"
Zeke smiled and removed his shirt. "Born ready."
A/N Well, there's chapter three. And no that is not Barry from the anime or game. It is Bartholomew 'Barry' Martinez, my dad. If you couldn't tell by now, Izzy is molded somewhat after me, in both personality and looks. Also, the male companion for Izzy is taken. However I am still looking for a female companion and a rival, those spots are still open for OC's. PM me details if your interested. Rate and Review.
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