-= Jorg, First Leaf, 1015 =-
"Felix!" I whisper, digging my claws into the tree I was hiding behind. The Squirtle stirred. "Felix, wake up, I need to talk with you!" He sat up and yawned, then looked around a bit. "Over here." I say. Felix notices me, pushes himself off the ground, and walks over.
"What do you want?" He says disdainfully. "I was quite enjoying my rest. It better be important."
"You've traveled with that Pikachu for a while, right?" I ask.
"The one with the blue cheeks?" Felix questions.
I resist the urge to slap him for his stupidity. "What other Pikachu could I be talking about?"
"Oh! That's Logan. Remember him? Back from the lab? No? Of course. Why would you?"
"Wait, there was a Pikachu at the lab? When?" I ask.
"Logan was the third starter pokemon for a while. He got picked by that girl, Leefe, I think? And you were his replacement."
"Replacement?"
"Oh, Oak always has always had three choices of starter pokemon ready for new trainers. He just keeps pulling us out of his box. I think we were the last ones though, from what he told me. He told me lots of other things too, more then he told you obviously."
"Oh, I see." I say, ignoring the slight. "Do you know what's up with his cheeks though? Aren't Pikachu's cheeks supposed to be red?"
Felix shrugs. "How am I supposed to know? Can I go back to sleep now?"
"Sure, go ahead."
I lean up against a nearby tree while Felix tromps back over to the fire.
"You know, you could just ask me, right?" A voice says. I look around, peering into the darkness, trying to find the source of the voice.
There, off to the left, the leaves rustled a bit. I creep over towards it. Suddenly, I feel something on my back. The weight drives me into the ground, my snout landing in a patch of dirt. I flip myself over, only to notice a sharp glint right in front of my eyes, electricity surging through it, a yellow blur behind.
"Let me get one thing straight." The voice says. "If you have a question, or a problem with me, you bring it to me. Got it?" I swing my tail towards the blur, and am rewarded with a thump as the yellow blur falls off of me, taking that glinting tail with it. I stand up, and watch the Pikachu do the same.
"Let me get one thing straight. I don't take too well to being pushed around." I respond. Logan glares daggers at me, sparks flying off of his blue cheeks. Then, he does the unexpected. He sticks his arm out at me, silently asking for a handshake. Wary of some sort of trap, I reach out and clasp his hand. In return, he pulls me toward him and throws me into a tree. The tree cracks as I smack against it.
"You aren't bad, but you aren't good. Let's agree to avoid each other for now. I think it'd be for the best." Logan says, then turns and walks off. I spit blood into the dirt, and glare after him. If I could use my glare as a weapon, that blasted Pikachu would be ash.
"That guy really beat you good." Another voice says. I recognize this one though.
"Can you please come down out of that tree Elizabeth? I've had enough of disembodied voices for the night." I plead. She doesn't respond. I let out a sigh. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.