Disclaimer: Light Sneasel owns the plot for this chapter, but I Own all things that don't belong to some one else. (Make sense?)
A/N: Thank you Light Sneasel! 2 cookies! Grumble...only one who reviewed...sigh...shrug...Oh well! Here's Tsuki's chapter, Thanks to Light Sneasel!
Chap. 4: Light Sneasel's Idea *or* Welcome back, Tsuki
Another show tonight. Curses. They just don't give up.
Around some time in the afternoon, while I was sleeping in a chair, my mother came up to me.
"Honey, Why don't you go to a show, just this once? I'm sure you'll do very well, if you just change your attitude a bit. Once you start to realize how lovely being a show eevee is, it'll be the best time of your life!" She said hopefully.
"No thanks."
My mother started to say some again, but I just tuned it out and went back to sleep. If only it were that easy.
She continued jabbering, and even though I couldn't understand what she was saying, I could still hear her.
"All right! I'll go!" I exclaimed, just to make her be quiet.
"I knew you would come around sweetie! Now we have to get you ready."
I groaned. What in the name of Lugia had I gotten myself into?
A few hours later, around evening, I was taken the thing were the owners make last minute adjustments on their creatures. I don't know what the call those, I mean come on, why should I bother to remember?
My booth thing, or whatever it was, was next to a male eevee, by the name of 'Spunky'. Honestly, humans are some of the strangest things on the planet.
We made small talk, he was *way* too perky. He seemed younger than me though, and had said it was his first show. Figures.
After a half an hour, it was my turn to enter the showing ring. I was number 13. Heh.
I looked around as we entered the ring. Ugh, I hate crowds. Always so noisy. I'll take solitude any day, thank you very much.
We had to jog (A/N: well...It *looks* like jogging) around the ring, and I went along with out complaint surprisingly. I just wanted to go home, and if I acted up, it would just delay my goal.
After that, the judges examined us, and I held back a growl. Ever heard of a thing called 'personal space', buddy?
This went on in the same pattern until the final round. The judges *actually* *liked* me. Mew help, the apocalypse is coming.
Then the last round came. We had to 'jog' again, this time, only with one person at a time.
Of course, Murphy's Law kicked in: Every thing that can go wrong, will go wrong.
How very true.
My owner and I were the last ones.
As we started to move around to ring, I caught a few thing people were saying.
"Oh, isn't that eevee just the cutest thing?"
"Yup, So unlike Buck. I guess that's how all umbreons are, eh?"
Grrr...
"I agree. My cousin had an umbreon once; he caught it in the Ilex forest. Short tempered, it was. Always wanting to be alone."
I followed the conversation with my ears the whole time we went around the ring. It stopped as the judges were marking our scores.
I was filled with hatred. The things I heard about umbreons from those people was insulting! I knew all the reasons to every complaint they made about the dark type eon, and the were so simple!
For instance: Why would an umbreon like to be dragged around in the bright daylight, in a noisy city, being annoyed by small children, after being captured the day before?! Are these people nuts?!
I felt anger towards these stupid humans. Anger for everything. This was the final straw. No, it's not enough I am ridiculed for being an umbreon, It's not enough that I am forced into a life I hate, but I draw the line at 'Let's discriminate against umbreons 'cuz they are different from other pokemon'! Idiots!
I felt a power surge through me. I saw nothing, felt nothing, heard nothing, until...
"Tsuki...welcome back..."
I shook off the darkness. What had happened? I looked around.
Why did everything seem brighter? And why were they looking at me like that...?
It clicked.
In the confused silence, I lifted up one long, black paw. I looked it over, and noticed the golden circle on my arm. I put the paw down, and into the silence, I whispered something that only I heard.
"So long, Lianna..."
A/N: So how was that?
A/N: Thank you Light Sneasel! 2 cookies! Grumble...only one who reviewed...sigh...shrug...Oh well! Here's Tsuki's chapter, Thanks to Light Sneasel!
Chap. 4: Light Sneasel's Idea *or* Welcome back, Tsuki
Another show tonight. Curses. They just don't give up.
Around some time in the afternoon, while I was sleeping in a chair, my mother came up to me.
"Honey, Why don't you go to a show, just this once? I'm sure you'll do very well, if you just change your attitude a bit. Once you start to realize how lovely being a show eevee is, it'll be the best time of your life!" She said hopefully.
"No thanks."
My mother started to say some again, but I just tuned it out and went back to sleep. If only it were that easy.
She continued jabbering, and even though I couldn't understand what she was saying, I could still hear her.
"All right! I'll go!" I exclaimed, just to make her be quiet.
"I knew you would come around sweetie! Now we have to get you ready."
I groaned. What in the name of Lugia had I gotten myself into?
A few hours later, around evening, I was taken the thing were the owners make last minute adjustments on their creatures. I don't know what the call those, I mean come on, why should I bother to remember?
My booth thing, or whatever it was, was next to a male eevee, by the name of 'Spunky'. Honestly, humans are some of the strangest things on the planet.
We made small talk, he was *way* too perky. He seemed younger than me though, and had said it was his first show. Figures.
After a half an hour, it was my turn to enter the showing ring. I was number 13. Heh.
I looked around as we entered the ring. Ugh, I hate crowds. Always so noisy. I'll take solitude any day, thank you very much.
We had to jog (A/N: well...It *looks* like jogging) around the ring, and I went along with out complaint surprisingly. I just wanted to go home, and if I acted up, it would just delay my goal.
After that, the judges examined us, and I held back a growl. Ever heard of a thing called 'personal space', buddy?
This went on in the same pattern until the final round. The judges *actually* *liked* me. Mew help, the apocalypse is coming.
Then the last round came. We had to 'jog' again, this time, only with one person at a time.
Of course, Murphy's Law kicked in: Every thing that can go wrong, will go wrong.
How very true.
My owner and I were the last ones.
As we started to move around to ring, I caught a few thing people were saying.
"Oh, isn't that eevee just the cutest thing?"
"Yup, So unlike Buck. I guess that's how all umbreons are, eh?"
Grrr...
"I agree. My cousin had an umbreon once; he caught it in the Ilex forest. Short tempered, it was. Always wanting to be alone."
I followed the conversation with my ears the whole time we went around the ring. It stopped as the judges were marking our scores.
I was filled with hatred. The things I heard about umbreons from those people was insulting! I knew all the reasons to every complaint they made about the dark type eon, and the were so simple!
For instance: Why would an umbreon like to be dragged around in the bright daylight, in a noisy city, being annoyed by small children, after being captured the day before?! Are these people nuts?!
I felt anger towards these stupid humans. Anger for everything. This was the final straw. No, it's not enough I am ridiculed for being an umbreon, It's not enough that I am forced into a life I hate, but I draw the line at 'Let's discriminate against umbreons 'cuz they are different from other pokemon'! Idiots!
I felt a power surge through me. I saw nothing, felt nothing, heard nothing, until...
"Tsuki...welcome back..."
I shook off the darkness. What had happened? I looked around.
Why did everything seem brighter? And why were they looking at me like that...?
It clicked.
In the confused silence, I lifted up one long, black paw. I looked it over, and noticed the golden circle on my arm. I put the paw down, and into the silence, I whispered something that only I heard.
"So long, Lianna..."
A/N: So how was that?