Okay, now that all eight eons have been introduced, they'll be forced to share chapters. I'll probably write with two or three characters in one chapter. If you object, scream it to the world.

Chapter nine- What the Hell am I Doing?

^-Flitt-^

Rays of light, too bright for sleepy eyes, radiate onto Flitt's face, drawing her from the depths of sleep. With a groan, she swooshes her tail, frustrated by those incessant bits of light that collect on her face. Her swishing tail connects with Omaly's face, making him wake up, eyes dilated, fur standing on end, and a hiss erupting from his mouth. He leaps up, searching for his attacker. In the process, he steps on Flitt's tail, making her cry out. "Arceus damn it! Watch it you idiot! Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"

Omaly forces his bad mood away, and stands still for a moment, counting to ten. With a deep sigh, he turns to Flitt. "… Flitt, I don't know if you realize this or not, but your tail smacked me in the face. I do enjoy eating when I wake up, but tail fur is not what I was planning."

Flitt glares at her companion "Well, that's your problem." With a huff, she lays her head back onto the tall grass, and rolls so her back is facing him.

Omaly pauses for a moment, holding back any rude comments, trying not to let Flitt test his patience. Another sigh, this one closer to a growl, flies from between fangs, as he walks over to the grouchy eevee. Though he is all of a foot away from her, every step in the long grass makes an annoyingly loud rustle, which is also the reason the two decided to bed there the night before, so they could have a bit of protection in an open area. Another few steps and he is practically standing on her. Gingerly, he pokes her fluffy cream ruff, then recoils slightly, expecting her to try to tackle him. When she doesn't, he pokes her chestnut back, this time slightly harder. When he receives no response, he gently bites her ear. When he still receives no response, he turns to go back to sleep, when something starts crashing through the long grass in their direction.

Flitt leaps up at the disturbance, eyes wild, uncertain whether to flee or fight. Her fur bristles slightly, and she bares her little teeth, obviously choosing the latter. A quick and decisive shake of Omaly's head makes her sheathe her fangs. Despite the fact she distrusts Omaly as a pokémon, she trusts him as a source of reliable ideas, for his ideas have yet to fail them.

As the rustling draws closer, Omaly drops to the ground, and Flitt follows suite. Then, she mimics him as he starts crawling to the right, in West's general direction, and away from the noise at an angle. After a moment or so or furious crawling, they get a reasonable distance from the source of the noise. Omaly motions to the ground, signaling the eevee to stay low. Then, very cautiously, he peeps above the tall grass, trying to see what the noise is.

Flitt stays low, watching Omaly sit up slightly. Her fur refuses to stay flat, and her heart is thudding hard, but for reasons she hasn't a clue. After what seems like an eternity, Omaly gets back down, a bit more relaxed then before. Eager for the conclusion, she practically stuffs her ear in his mouth, wanting to hear what he has to say.

In a whisper so quiet it seems a memory, he says "It's just a group of people. Two boys, one girl, and a pikachu." All the while, his ears are twitching, trying to keep track of the people's progress, so he knows they can't take the two of them by surprise.

Flitt breathes a sigh of relief. Softly she says "Maybe we should stop sleeping in long grass."

"… No, this is actually safer than anywhere else in the open. We're able to hear anything coming our way, and few come through the grass."

"But," she huffs, her voice a bit louder than it should be, "I don't like sleeping in the grass."

"Shush, not now, shush."

She whines "But why? They're gone!"

"I'll tell you why in a moment, let's get to tree over there." Quiet as the whisper of spring, he darts from the grass, across the patch of flat land, to the shade of the tree. Without complaining, Flit does the same.

"Why?" she says, not bothering to keep her voice down.

"Because you never know when danger i-"

"No, not that, I want to know why we aren't traveling on a route?"

"Because routes are well traveled, and we'd draw attention to ourselves. Eevee are rare here, and delcatties are unheard of."

Omaly talks more, but Flitt opts to tune him out, instead, she dives back into her own thoughts. What am I doing? This isn't worth it, why should I go all the way to Viridian Forest? I HATE living outside! It gets cold, and the ground is hard, and there's always 'danger' here or there. Honest to Arceus, Omaly needs to cool it…. And gosh darn it, I'm sooooo hungry!

Omaly blinks once, mildly annoyed at being interrupted. "Of course you are, I am too."

"Wait… what?" For a moment, Flitt is positive that Omaly has just read her mind. Then, after a nanosecond's thought, she realizes she'd been thinking so hard, she'd actually said the last sentence aloud. "Oh, yeah. So, can you go get us some food that isn't raw, bloody, or in need of being cooked? Do you know how disturbing it is, knowing I'm eating something that was alive a minute or two ago?"

Omaly replies "What do you want me to do, conjure pokéfood out of midair?"

Flitt sticks her tongue out at him. "Yes." She says facetiously.

"Eevee, your sarcasm is not appreciated." Omaly sighs. "Come here, you want to be wild, but you haven't a clue what to do. Today, you're going to learn how to hunt, catch food, and eat it."

"eew… what if I don't want to?"

"Would you rather die?"

"Maybe… I mean, you don't know where these pokémon have been, or what they've eaten."

"Well then, how about this? I show you how to hunt, and once you have an idea how to, I'll stop providing food, and you'll have to get it yourself."

"Ummm… No."

"Brat."

"You bet'cha." Omaly grits his teeth and his eyes narrow. His patience is thin and might snap. To Flitt, it seems as if he is reconsidering his decision to help her. Suddenly, to her, the possibility of being abandoned and alone is an all too real reality. Ears droop back, and she lowers her head in submission. "Oh, I know what you're thinking, but please, don't do it! I don't want to be alone and die!" she wails, and looks at him through wide eyes.

"What? … Flitt, why would I abandon you?"

"Because I'm a self absorbed brat who purposefully needles you because I'm bored!"

Omaly rolls his eyes at the melodrama. "Don't be a drama queen. Even if I did leave you, your not that far from the Forest, and you survived about a week by yourself… how did you manage to survive by yourself if you can't even catch yourself food."

"Oh, I didn't."

"… what?" Omaly looks at her, and appears mildly confused.

Feeling the need to elaborate, Flitt says "Well, I had a lot of help escaping the Stardom Underworks, and I traveled with a group until I got to Diglett's Cave, because the group would be going a different way than I decided to go. And, the caves aren't as clean as they could be. Travelers leave so much trash, even with people going in to try to keep it clean, there's more than enough trash and food scraps to keep a small pokémon well fed for weeks."

"Really?" Black curious eyes silently ask for more.

But, Flitt says no more about that subject. With a bright grin, she replies "Really. Well, what about the food? Can we please follow those people and steal some of their pokéfood? Please?"

"Maybe… if we don't have luck hunting." With a nod to her, he starts walking, searching for potential play. After barely noticeable hesitation, she gets up to follow him.

-Sintaleate-

Heavy breathes escape his mouth, as panting, he tries to keep up. His bruised side screams its pain, throbbing with every footfall. Though the run is not far, Sintaleate's weakened condition makes the distance seem like miles. He has fallen far behind the hoot-hoot, but knows where the hoot-hoot will be. With a grimace, he pushes his body to continue running those last few yards.

He stumbles onto the field to see the hoot-hoot frantically searching the area. Though he has no idea what the message looks like, or whom it is for, he assumes it is the hoot-hoot's master's letter to some person or another. Needing an idea what to look for he calls out "What does your trainer's letter look like?"

The hoot-hoot shakes his head. "It's not my master's, heck, I haven't seen my master in … almost a year." A grimace shows the hoot-hoot's master is off topic.

He figures the hoot-hoot's master abandoned him in this region, but not wanting to probe, Sintaleate merely nods "Oh, alright. Well, can you give me a description of the letter?"

The hoot-hoot flaps his wings in aggravation "It's the same color as this damn grass, and rather small, about the size of your paw."

"Why, that's like looking for a needle in a haystack!"

The hoot-hoot nods "Only worse." Then, he looks at the jolteon and notices that underneath his pointed fur, that he is bruised. "That looks like it hurts. Don't strain yourself looking for it."

"Right, I'll do that… um… It seems I never did catch your name."

The hoot-hoot doesn't look up from searching in the ground when he says "Not."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard correctly. You said your name was not what?"

"No, my name is Not, I am called Not."

"Oh." Wow, what a horrible thing to call ones pokémon. Sintaleate thinks to himself. "Well, my name in Sintaleate."

With his face just inches from the grass, Not nods his head. "Nice to meet you."

Sintaleate nods back, then looks with mild dismay at the grass underneath his feet, which stretches across the large field before him. Then, an idea crosses his mind. "Not, may I smell you?"

Cocking an eyebrow, Not replies "What for?"

"Well, your message would smell like you, correct? I mean, you've been carrying it for quite a while I assume, and if it does, I might be able to find it relatively quickly with my nose."

"Oh, well, that's an interesting idea. Go ahead."

Sintaleate trots up to the hoot-hoot and snuffles around his foot. "Okay, I've got your scent. Now, do you remember if the wind was blowing when you accidently dropped your letter?"

"Uuuuuhhhhh…. No, not really."

"Oh, well then, let's see… I was soaking my paw, and you circled over head, and it fell somewhere behind me, but I was able to see it in my peripheral vision…." Musing, Sintaleate mutters slightly to himself, then shoves his nose towards the ground and starts sniffing. He snorts, then inhales another draft of smells, then mentally sifts through them, searching for only one faint odor. Unable to find it in the mess, he takes a slight step forward, then to his right, trying to imagine where it would have landed. Then, another snuffle, snort and sifting. Once more, there is not a single sign.

Countless more times he repeats the process while Not searches with his eyes. The sun drags closer and closer towards the ground, and still no success. Though it has been a while, the arduous process takes time, and Sintaleate has only covered a small portion of the field. His large ears prick when he hears a high pitched whistle. He pauses a moment, the hears it again, only slightly closer. With a grunt, he lifts up his head and searches for Eric, his trainer. Eventually, Eric walks in sight, and sees Sintaleate. With a wave he calls out "Come on, it's getting late!"

Sintaleate heaves a sigh and says to Not "I've gotta go. I'll be back about three hours after dark."

Not, who has hidden, so as not to be seen by Eric, replies from some tall grass "I'll be here, waiting."

Sintaleate turns towards his trainer and slowly lopes towards him. "Yanno Eric, I'm awfully hungry. Do you have any food with you?"

Once again, Eric fails to understand his companion. "There you are Sin. I was beginning to worry. And, you left a huge mess of ice all over the floor in our room. I almost slipped on one of those pieces."

"Ah, even if you did, you'd live." Sintaleate growls good naturedly. Despite his master's oblivious nature, he still can't help but love Eric as a great trainer. As Eric turns to go back to the pokécenter, the jolteon limps beside him, not a footstep in front, nor behind. To himself, he sighs "I've gotta remember not to fall asleep, and to remember to return back to the field of mess I've gotten myself into."

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