So this is a remake of the chapter 8 due to it not going the way I wanted it to go. I messed it up and rushed the whole situation. This updated chapter fits more to the scene and the story.
So yeah. Enjoy!
Chapter 8:
Cursed lunch
Arthur heard the sounds of people. He smelled some kind of pie in the air. It smelled good. He felt good. Arthur felt like his body was bustling with energy. Like he could run a hundred miles and back. The other thing he noticed was something soft. Something lying against him. Or was he lying against it. He opened his eyes only to be met with sunlight. He squinted so he could adjust to the light. After a few seconds he was finally able to open his eyes.
He looked around and as to where he was. He thought he would be in his room. But instead he was lying against a pink leafeon. He suddenly remembered what had happened. He groaned trying to forget it as best he could.
"You slept for a while," Ana said.
"Sorry," Arthur said back.
"What for?" Ana asked.
"I treated you badly the first time we met. And then a day later I barge in here looking for you and then this happened. I'm just… I don't… I'm so… so…" Arthur said feeling tears form in his eyes again.
"Hey. Shh. It's alright. You're just confused. You're having emotions that you don't quite understand. You just need time to adjust to them," Ana said pulling Arthur closer to her with one foreleg and using the other to rub his head.
Arthur pressed his head into her neck. So soft. Arthur thought. "How long have I been asleep?" Arthur asked curiously.
"Two, maybe three hours. I don't know. I was asleep as well," Ana replied.
Two to three hours! Great. Arthur thought knowing the royal guard must be looking for him. Arthur sighed before lifting his body to sit up. Ana sat up as well. She stretched her body before saying, "My aunt is making some food downstairs and a pie. Would you like some?" Arthur thought about it for a moment. He had no intentions of returning to the castle anytime soon. So why not.
"Why not. Got nothing better to do," Arthur said.
"Oh don't say that you overdramatic baby. Some pie will lift your attitude. Come on," Ana said walking towards the stairs.
"Overdramatic baby? I am not!" Arthur said following close behind Ana.
"Are you sure?" Ana said mockingly with a grin on her face. "You sounded like it earlier and just now. Don't worry. If you ever feel that way again then just come to me again and mama will make it all better," she said giggling.
"That's no- but…" Arthur trailed off blushing. Ana laughed at his attempt and walked downstairs with him behind her. When they reached the bottom of the stairs they walked into a room where an umbreon and an espeon were talking at a table. They both noticed Ana and Arthur's entrance and stopped talking.
"You've been sleeping an hour and thirty minutes!" the umbreon said. "I hope you don't plan to make this a routinely thing with my daughter 'prince'. I'll not have some scumbag of your nature with my daughter."
"Dad! Really? It's not like that! He's also a prince. Be a little more respectful," Ana said back at her dad.
"No. He's right. I am no prince. And I'll never be king. I promise this will not happen again sir," Arthur said taking a seat on the side of the table.
"First. You can call me Mr. Peters. Second. I want you to tell me 'what' will not happen again and what 'will' never happen," Mr. Peters said firmly. Arthur knew exactly what the old man meant and even if he was against it he would agree to it.
"Dad! Stop this!" Ana barked. Arthur placed a paw on her shoulder and shook his head.
He then looked over to Mr. Peters and said, "I promise till the day I pass that I will not barge into your home looking for your daughter and that I will never seek your daughter's paw in anything that is in love or more. I promise this to you Mr. Peters." Ana looked at Arthur with a shocked and hurt expression.
"Good. I hope that you can at least keep your word Arthur. For my daughter's sake and your's," Mr. Peters said taking a sip of his drink. Ana laid her head on the table with a face of sadness. Arthur wonder curiously as to why she was doing this. Did she like him? Would she? Even after all that he was and did. He looked away hoping not to grab her attention.
"Food is ready!" a voice yelled from another room.
"Ah. Wonderful. Ana. Would you go help your aunt with the food?" Mrs. Peters asked.
"Yeah…" Ana said slowly getting up. Arthur watched her go into the kitchen.
"Ahem," Mr. Peters pretended to clear his throat.
Arthur looked down at the table. Well this sucks. Arthur thought annoyed. The same vaporeon from earlier came through the door with a large bowl of noodles on her back. She got next to the table and tilted her back to the right so the food slid onto the table. Arthur had no idea what he was looking at. "What is that?" Arthur asked curiously.
"A new recipe that my brother brought over from Conter Valley. I call it noodles as it looks. But they call it spaghetti. I've never heard of it either. Guess we're going to find out," Ana's aunt said enthusiastically. Ana walked in with a pie held by one of her vines. She placed it on the middle of the table. She sat beside Arthur and put her head back down. "What's with the lone face Ana? We have a guest over and we're having spaghetti and pie," the vaporeon said sitting down at the head of the table.
"Nothing…" Ana said depressingly.
"Oh there's something wrong I can smell it. More importantly I can smell the pie. So come on dear. Lift up your head. And Prince Arthur. Feel free to dig in whenever you're ready," Ana's aunt said cutting a slice of pie. Ana lifted her head and reached for a slice of the pie.
"Um. Can you pass me some of the noodles?" Arthur asked. Ana pushed the bowl of noodles towards Arthur not looking his way. Jeez. This is awkward. Arthur thought as he grabbed some of the noodles and put them onto his plate. He moved his head down and took a bite out of the new food. Arthur tasted a sort of soft and mushy texture. It tasted better than he thought.
"So how does it taste?" Ana's aunt asked curiously.
"Very interesting. And different," Arthur replied. "You should have some Ana. It's really good," Arthur said as a noodle dangled from his maw.
"She'll have some if she wants to. Do not pester her," Mr. Peters said looking at Arthur.
Arthur started to get annoyed. He already promised Mr. Peters that he wouldn't go after his daughter's heart. And yet he still persisted in antagonizing Arthur about the littlest things. "I just insisted that she should have some of the noodles. Is that a problem?" Arthur asked.
"If she's hungry. She's hungry. If not. Then she's not. Is that so hard to understand?" Mr. Peters said harshly.
"What's hard to understand is you. I already promised to you what I would not and will never do. And yet you persist in giving these little 'remarks' when I talk to your daughter," Arthur said back.
"You are sitting at 'our' table after barging into 'our' home. I think you should show a little more respect to your hosts," Mr. Peters said giving Arthur a stern look.
"And you are in 'my' kingdom under 'my' father's rule. I think you've forgotten who you are talking to Mr. Peters. As far as I'm concerned. I didn't have to make that promise or ask for permission to come into this house. I think it's you who should be showing a bit more 'respect'," Arthur said back. Mr. Peters looked like he wanted to say something but realized he could not say anything more. "Anyways. I must say miss…" Arthur said trying to think of the vaporeon's name.
"You can just call me Dawn. Ironic right? My brother's name is Donnie and my name is Dawn. Our father wasn't the best at naming people," Dawn said giggling. Donnie took a quick look at Dawn as if she had done something wrong.
"I see. I must say Miss Dawn. The food is incredible. You should definitely cook it more often. Ana. Try some. It's really good," Arthur said nudging Ana.
"I'll pass. I'm not that hungry anyways," Ana said pushing her plate away from her. Arthur stared at her for a few seconds wondering. Apparently he stared too long as she noticed him staring and took a quick glance before looking away.
"Okay Ana. There's something wrong. What did you guys do while you were sleeping together?" Dawn asked with a wild grin on her face.
"No no! It wasn't like that! He was just… we were just…" Ana blushed hard before looking down. Arthur didn't know how to respond to this. He stood there trying to think of something that would fix the situation.
"So you did do something! Oh have you been a naughty leafeon?" Dawn asked laughing. Ana covered her face.
"Sis please! Leave the girl alone. Can't you see your agitating her?" Donnie asked.
"No. It was nothing like that Miss Dawn. I simply needed someone to talk to. I admit that sleeping in her embrace was not appropriate. But it was a long run from the castle. So I accidently fell asleep," Arthur said trying to help Ana escape her embarrassment and try to get on Donnie's good side before the umbreon did anything rash.
"Oh. I see. If you don't mind me asking Prince Arthur. What put you in such a state that made you come all the way out here?" Dawn asked looking at Arthur.
"Well. In four months I was supposed to have my coronation. But now my sister is bound to be queen. Um. My father took away my right to be king," Arthur said getting quieter with each word. Both Mr. And Mrs. Peters looked over along with Dawn who had a face of shock and surprise.
"He can do that? I thought the first born was bound for the throne. Can the king really derive that from you?" Mrs. Peters asked.
"Yeah. Only if they have a good reason to take my right to be king away. And… well. He had many reasons…" Arthur said looking down.
"I see. Um. Well I'm sorry to hear that. Uh so. Let's talk about someth…" Dawn trailed off. Arthur looked over. He saw the vaporeon quivering.
"Sis? What's the matter?" Donnie asked looking at his sister with worry. Suddenly the vaporeon collapsed to the floor. "SIS!" Donnie said running over to her. Mrs. Peters and Ana followed him to Dawn's side.
Arthur walked over slowly and looked at the vaporeon who was still quivering. The next thing he noticed was color had become darkened and her right foreleg had turned a light brown. A feeling of dread came over him. "Scourge…" Arthur said. The others looked over.
"You know what this is?" Donnie asked with concern.
"My father has it. It's an illness that he said couldn't be cured. My father's right foreleg recently turned brown and coarse," Arthur said feeling anger engulf him.
"WHAT?!" Donnie responded looking back at his sister.
How? Arthur thought trying to understand what could have caused it. He looked at the slice of pie that she had eaten. He reached for the pie and pulled it towards him. He tore a hole in the pie and opened it up. He inspected it carefully. It looked like wepear berry pie. He grabbed a small piece and licked it. He spat it out almost instantly and coughed harshly. Mrs. Peters, Donnie, and Ana all looked at him with concern. "The pie. It's the fucking pie," Arthur said coughing out blood.
Arthur noticed Ana's face went from concerned to fearful. Arthur looked at her and then at her plate. He saw that she had taken a bite out of it. Arthur looked back at her. Ana shook violently with an expression of pain before collapsing.
So that is the new and improved chapter 8. I think this was the better option then the last version.
"One moooore thing". Something I'd like to address in full concern is food. Pokemon from my view are vegetarians or I dare say vegans. Because they don't eat each other in my series. So they eat berries, fruits, veggies, and other products. And just to let you know the spaghetti was plain. No meat sauce or things like that.
But yeah. Criticism and reviews are appreciated as always. And "That's all folks"
"Make the leap" - Nice Guy Wolf
