Hello, Fan Fiction! I'm back with the next chapter of this story! I really tried to make it action-packed, romantic, well-detailed, and humorous. Let's see what you all think!
Pidove: (crying)
Tepig: Don't ask. You'll find out later in the chapter.
Get Pidove out of here before he spoils anything! Please!
Snivy: (guides Pidove out)
Thank you.
Dedenne: Enjoy!
Chapter 9: A Hero Sandwich
"Now that we've saved the girls, we ought to get out of here. Let's go," Oshawott decided. With Eevee on his back and his opponents knocked out, he cleared his objectives. It was time to go back to Mountain Pass Town.
"Pachirisu, I, uh…" Marill started to say, but shyness started to get the better of him. "I think that y-you, um, you're really b-b…"
"Y-yes, Marill?" Pachirisu asked, feeling her face flush. Her eyes sparkled. Marill was so cute!
"You're so beautiful!" Marill blurted out as loud as he could and blushed.
"Th-thank you," Pachirisu thanked him softly. She suddenly felt dizzy. Her small body had undergone so much. The fatigue was starting to get to her. The next thing she knew, the floor was coming up at her. In reality, she was really falling down. Suddenly, the ground stopped coming up at her. It was then she realized that Marill had caught her and that she had been falling.
"I got you. Don't worry. Just rest," Marill's assured Pachirisu. Pachirisu smiled weakly upon hearing this and passed out in his arms. The round mouse Pokémon kissed one of her warm, yellow cheeks that had a pinkish tint from blushing. He felt a small electrical jolt travel through his lips, but he didn't care. He simply decided to assume that it was the spark of love.
"Let's get out of here so I can enjoy this nice sandwich!" Pidove suggested and held up a submarine sandwich.
"Why do you have a sandwich?" Flabébé asked Pidove and gestured to the sandwich. The Flying-type had assumed that the Fairy-type had wanted a bite and held it away from everyone.
"Sometimes I wonder about you," Snivy sighed and told Pidove.
"Snivy, you're the only one I would ever offer a bite of this sandwich to," Pidove announced. Snivy felt herself blush.
"No time!" Oshawott told them and rushed out with Eevee on his back and Sylveon close behind. The rest of the Pokémon followed them.
"Hey, Sylveon, can I ask you a question?" Tepig asked Sylveon as they ran.
"Sure, Oinkers, go ahead," Sylveon answered.
"If the gender ratio for an Eevee is seven to one in favor of males, how come a lot of the Pokémon in your generation of your family are female?" Tepig asked his question.
"Well, Oinkers," Sylveon started to say, "that's just a theoretical statistic. Genetics really all come down to chance."
"Oh, okay," Tepig nodded, seeming to understand.
"Do you think we'll get points for this rescue mission?" Pidove asked Snivy.
"I hope so," Snivy replied. "If Oshawott had fought Weavile, we would have been able to double up and apprehend Team AWD while we were at it. But she was nowhere to be found. Now that I think about it, that's a bit odd. I have a bad feeling about this."
"Are you sure it's not just gas?" Pidove asked Snivy, who chose not to respond to that particular question. "It is, isn't it? It's gas!"
Before Snivy could answer, a blur rushed past all of them and stood between Oshawott and the exit to the cave. That blur was none other than the queen of foul play herself, Weavile of Team AWD. Oshawott snarled at her, "You coward! You used your own teammates as decoys!"
"Oshawott, forget about her! Get going!" Tepig ordered. He stood between Oshawott and Weavile. "As leader and client of our team, it's yours and Marill's job to finish this mission! We'll cover you! Just get out of here!"
"Tepig…" Oshawott was amazed at his best friend's determination. "Dude, you're the best partner a Pokémon could have!"
"Really?" Tepig's eyes glittered with glee.
"Yeah!" Oshawott nodded. With incredible speed, he ran along the wall, holding Eevee on his back the whole time. He managed to get around Weavile.
"Hey, you! Get back here!" Weavile whirled around.
"Watch your back! Your fight's with me! Let's go! Flame Charge!" Tepig dashed towards Weavile with speed that literally blazed across the icy floor of the Crevice Cave dungeon. He slammed into Weavile.
"You meddlesome, unforgivable swine!" Weavile snarled. "Night Slash!" She attempted to swipe Tepig, but the oinker was much too fast. Flame Charge had raised his speed.
"Oshawott and Snivy aren't the only speed demons on my team," Tepig smirked and boasted.
"If it's a battle of speed you want, I can oblige," Weavile smirked and accepted Tepig's challenge. "Get ready. Night Slash!"
"Flame Charge!" Tepig and Weavile dashed towards each other with their moves called out and at the ready. The other Pokémon, excluding Snivy and Pidove, had escaped Crevice Cave. The two attacks collided, and both Pokémon had taken damage. Weavile had had plenty of battles and was seemingly superior in experience, but Tepig had a type-advantage.
"You're not half-bad, kid," Weavile sneered, acknowledging Tepig's power.
"You're not such a bad fighter yourself, lady," Tepig acknowledged Weavile's agility and precise techniques.
"This is intense. At this rate, either one of them could come out the victor," Snivy was awe-struck by the clash of attacks.
"Ice Beam!" Weavile shot an Ice Beam attack at Tepig. The icy rays traveled through the air, jolting towards him.
"Flamethrower!" Tepig countered with Flamethrower. Flames spewed intensely from his nose and met the Ice Beam.
"Whoa! They might be equals!" Snivy gasped. "And since Tepig's Flamethrower has a superior type to Weavile's Ice Beam, could that mean…could that mean Weavile's special attack power is greater than Tepig's?!"
"What's that, sandwich?" Pidove started to engage in a conversation with his sandwich. Snivy was starting to think that he was completely out of his mind. She gave him a quizzical look that he did not seem to notice. "What?! Sandwich, no! I can't lose you! Please!" The sandwich remained silent, as it always had been. "O-okay. I'll never forget you." Pidove hugged his sub, tears coming into his eyes. "You're the best sandwich a Pokémon could ever have." Then, Pidove threw his sandwich at Weavile's head, interrupting her Ice Beam.
"What is wrong with—?!" Weavile started to yell at Pidove when Tepig's Flamethrower hit her and cut her off. The three Poké Friends escaped. When they got out of the cave, Pidove was in tears.
"What's with Pidove?" Oshawott asked as he loaded Eevee onto a newly made raft.
"It's a long and peculiar story," Snivy simply stated as she attempted to comfort Pidove. She hugged Pidove, and Pidove hugged her back and sobbed.
"He was such a brave sandwich!" Pidove bawled.
"It had a gender?" Tepig tilted his head.
"A…sandwich…?" Marill was at a loss.
"Is the rest of your Guild this weird?" Sylveon asked Oshawott.
"Not particularly," Oshawott sighed.
