Playing With Fire: Chapter 36
AN: This chapter is dedicated to XoxFirebirdxoX, so stuff that up your faces and read!!! :D
"God, why are there no hotels with rooms?" Sandy moaned, dragging her feet next to me as we plodded through the midnight streets of Fuchsia City. Danny, sitting comfortably on my back, grinned down at her. Sandy gave him a death glare.
"For the last time, why can't we try the Pokemon Centre?!" I asked, exasperated, and Danny tapped me on the back of my neck.
"Don't be cheeky," he said, and I growled back a retort. Sandy stared at him.
"You actually understand Pokemon speech?" she asked faintly. Danny shrugged.
"Yeah, they're just as intelligent as humans."
"Some more so."
"Hey!" Danny gave me a swift slap on the side of my neck, and I grinned. My thick mane had cushioned his blow. Sandy shook her head and turned away, scouring the streets for any lights.
Then she sighed and took out of her pocket a little white phone.
"I guess we'll just have to camp for the night. Mind if I...?" Sandy prompted, and I nodded back to Danny. Danny moved back a little, and Sandy clambered onto my back. Her hands sank into my fur.
"Aww, it's so soft!" she squealed, stroking my fur with one hand and pressing buttons with her other. Suddenly Danny clicked his fingers together, and I stopped walking.
Even though I was once human, I had the usual Arcanine obedience and loyalty. Danny fell off my back, followed gracefully by Sandy. As Danny used my tail as leverage to get up, Sandy clicked her phone a few times and suddenly a ready-made tent was sitting on the pavement in front of us. Sandy turned and saw me and Danny gawking, and giggled.
"It's a PackRat. It's a phone that stored real stuff and keeps it inside. It can even store live things too!" I backed away a pace as Sandy pulled some Pokeballs out of it.
"I wondered why you didn't have a backpack," Danny said, shrugging off his own and failing to set his tent up. Sandy giggled again and Danny's tent disappeared, then reappeared fully set up. Danny whistled before saying a quick thanks and disappearing inside it. His tent was a gigantic six-man tent, which I knew had two little rooms leading off it as well.
I waved with a paw back at Sandy, who waved weakly back, before I trotted into the tent.
"Out ya come!" Danny said, letting everyone out of their Pokeballs. They looked around, confused, until Danny gave them their briefing.
"Sandy's travelling with us. Also, because of this, so's Roger." Inferno cheered; he was probably Roger's best friend. But Blitz' hackles raised at the sound of Sandy's name.
"What, the bitch who dumped Lucky?" she snarled, and Lucky looked up from where he had been investigating Danny's backpack.
"What?" when no one replied to Lucky, he shrugged and lay down next to me.
"Yes, her." Blitz began to argue, but Inferno tapped her on the head. She glared back at him, and he slowly shook his head. The Houndoom slowly simmered down, and Danny crawled into one of the little separate rooms.
"Try to get some sleep, you lot," he yawned, before he zipped the little door up. As Blitz and Lucky fought over a blanket in the corner, a small nudge on my shoulder made me look up.
"Can we go for a walk?" Brad asked quietly, his face beet red (well, more red than a Charizard's face usually is). I nodded, and we slipped out of the tent, leaving the door open.
We walked for a bit, leaving the city far behind, and I sat down on a rock and looked up at the sky. It was full of stars and it was a crisp, still autumn night. I then looked at Brad. His clear blue eyes gazed back.
"Is this about what happened in the war?" I asked gently, and he nodded, sitting down on the grass beside my rock. I hopped off it, walked around to his other side and sat next to him. He looked up, staring at the stars.
"I-I was so angry with myself when you'd died," he muttered, almost to himself, and I stared at him. He lowered his head to look at his claws, and continued talking.
"I felt as if I'd just not been stupid enough to breathe fire down Reg, he would never have made you fight him, and then wouldn't have bashed your head in," he said a little louder. I nudged his head up with my paw to look in my eyes.
"Breathing fire down his throat was genius. And also, I would have died either way." he flinched, and I nudged his shoulder with my head.
"Also, it doesn't matter whether I died then, because I'm alive now. I'm still here." Brad blinked a tear over his scar. I reached a paw up and wiped the tear away.
"Daft lizard," I grinned, shaking my head slightly as I withdrew my paw. Brad rolled his eyes and sniffed, before returning his gaze to the sky.
"I knew you wouldn't," he murmured, barely moving his mouth. I raised an eyebrow and leant against him, my head on his shoulder. He stiffened for a minute, before he put his arm around me and rested his head on top of mine.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked quietly.
And meanwhile, unknown to us, a certain Houndoom, Dragonite and Magmar were watching from a large distance. The Houndoom was crying silently, the Magmar watching with a small smile, and the Dragonite looking smug. Then the Dragonite raised an eyebrow at his comrades.
"Are you sure they would like us watching this?"
Bwahaha, I had to add in the end bit!! Who knew that Roger was so gullible, or that Blitz was so nosey?! Pahahahaaa!! Anyway, make an author happy today, and reviewwww!!! :D