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A/N: At the bottom.
Chap. 7: The Ups and (Mostly) Downs of Parenting (Hoshi)
The pup was unconscious. I nudged it with my paw, a bit nervous. It twitched, and then went limp. Did the makuhita really injure it that badly?! Oh man, oh man, oh man…I was too young to see death! (Okay, maybe I was over-reacting a bit…)
I spent the rest of the evening in that cave. Injured absol or not, I had no where else to go. After some time, my staring absently at the cave wall was interrupted by a slight stirring. Jerking my head, I saw the absol painstakingly lift itself to its feet. From the look on its face, it seemed to be in quiet a bit of pain.
"You okay, kid?" I asked, wanting to make contact. I had saved it, after all. Surprised, the dark type looked at me, and its face lit up.
"Papa!" He (I recognized the voice as a male's) cried out.
Startled, I exclaimed "Huh?!" Composing myself, I said "Kid, I'm not your dad!"
"Yes you are." He nodded furiously at this statement, as if trying to get it through my head. Apparently, he no longer noticed his bruised leg.
"No, I'm not." I shook my head just as feverishly at this, trying to prove my point.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!
"Yes!!"
I sighed, and tried to reason with him.
"Kid, how can I be your dad? I'm not even an absol!"
The pup almost seemed prepared for this. "As long as the pokemon are the same type for breeding, like field or dragon, the can mate. However, the offspring will be the same species as the mother, or her lowest evolution." He seemed proud that he had said this.
"See? You *can* be my papa!"
"Wait a sec, kid." I said. "How in Lugia's name do you know all of this?" I had a point there. This kid seemed barely a month old, how could he have learned all of that? And, besides, that was better grammar than most pokemon.
"Sandshrew loud." I hate Sandshrew.
"So you just overheard their conversation and decided to memorize it?"
"Yep!"
"...Wonderful. Hey, kid, what's your name, anyway?"
"Taiyo." He said this with a bit of pride, actually, as though it was important. (I guess it was to him, I mean, it WAS his name, after all)
"What Papa's name?" he asked.
"Hoshi, and for the last time, Taiyo, I'm not you father!" I could have sworn my eye started to twitch. I then tried a different approach.
"Hey, Tai, where's your mother?"
A worried look passed over his face. "I don't know. Mama went out hunting two moons ago, and she hasn't come back."
I felt myself feeling a bit sorry for him at this point. How could I tell him that his mother was either captured by a trainer, or dead? Whatever way you looked at it, she wasn't coming back.
"Er, Tai...your mother's probably not going to come back."
"Why?"
"If she's been gone that long, she either got captured by a trainer...or she's dead."
"What does 'captured by a trainer' mean?" He asked.
Lugia, why me? Why did I have to be mistaken for his father by the only pokemon who didn't know what a trainer was?
"....Dang. Well, a trainer is a human-" "What's a human?"
Somebody up there must hate me. "A human is a creature that walks on two legs, wears strange skins called 'clothes', speaks a different language than us, and only has fur on its head."
"Weird." "I know."
"So what's a trainer?" He asked, pressing for more information.
"As I was saying, a trainer is a human that can carry devices called 'pokeballs' and capture pokemon with them."
Tai was thunderstruck. "But WHY?"
"They use pokemon to fight with. Once a trainer throws a pokeball at a pokemon, it usually captures them, and then the trainer can use that pokemon in battles."
"Usually?"
"If the pokemon is strong enough, it can resist capture." Tai was silent after this, but his unasked question hung in the air.
"No, I don't know why the pokemon obey the humans. I doubt any wild pokemon does. Maybe they like their life as a trained pokemon, maybe the just forgot what it was like to be wild, or maybe, they were never wild to begin with." Surprisingly, I made these up as I went along, even though, after I thought about them, they made sense.
"Papa?"
"Yes?" I had decided that it would be no use correcting him. The kid was pretty persistent.
"Have any of your family gotten caught by trainers?" I felt a twinge of sadness at the words 'your family' but shook it off.
"Not that I know of, but I had a friend that did."
"Oh."
He silent for a time, which I understood. When my parents had explained those kinds to my sibling and me, we had a lot to think about afterwards.
While he did this, I got some well needed sleep.
The next thing I knew it was morning, defiantly not my favorite time of day. I stretched, and started to get up, when I was suddenly bombarded by something fuzzy and white.
"Papa, I'm hungry!" ....The joys of parenting my tail.
"Feed me!"
When was it last that I had eaten? Maybe before the evolution ceremony, which, even though it was only yesterday, seemed ages ago.
"Papa!" He prompted again. This was too sudden…they're right…evolution does change you. (At the moment, I have no idea who "they" are. They do seem to know a lot of stuff, though.)
"Alright, kid. I'm up. And try to refrain from sounding like a murkrow, would ya? Gets annoying."
He looked at me quizzically. "What's a murkrow?" "They're dark types, like you and me," I answered, "and they tend to repeat things over and over. Mostly to humans, though. They seem to have mastered parts of human vocabulary."
Evolution also gave me lots of big words. That said, I doubt the absol understood a thing I said. Nonetheless, he quieted down.
As we left the cave and stepped out into the blinding sunlight (I swear, it was nowhere near that bright when I was an eevee!) I actually noticed my surroundings for the first time. Trees, dirt, some grass, and most importantly, a river.
I faced the pup and went into parent mode (And let me tell you, it felt weird!) "Alright, kid, today you shall be learning a crucial skill in life: How to catch fish. This will be important later, trust me." I quickly added the last part, seeing his skeptical look. Kids these days….
~~
Leaving it there, for now. I really am sorry you all had to wait such a long time, (and for such a terribly rushed-looking chapter) but dear Charlie (my computer) was having some issues and I couldn't find the disk this was saved on. Then the holidays came up and we had to visit relatives and whatnot. Hopefully, The next chapter will come out much sooner…:: Looks to jolteon and absol plushies:: C'mon guys! Motivate me! :: grabs absol plushie:: You came from EBay, Abby! Certainly you have the powers of ambition I need?
P.S. I kinda played with Tai's name. Taiyo means 'sun' when you refer to the sun as a star, and since you pronounce 'sun' like 'son' I figured there would be no better name. Especially seeing what Hoshi's name means. It was kinda ironic in a way….
A/N: At the bottom.
Chap. 7: The Ups and (Mostly) Downs of Parenting (Hoshi)
The pup was unconscious. I nudged it with my paw, a bit nervous. It twitched, and then went limp. Did the makuhita really injure it that badly?! Oh man, oh man, oh man…I was too young to see death! (Okay, maybe I was over-reacting a bit…)
I spent the rest of the evening in that cave. Injured absol or not, I had no where else to go. After some time, my staring absently at the cave wall was interrupted by a slight stirring. Jerking my head, I saw the absol painstakingly lift itself to its feet. From the look on its face, it seemed to be in quiet a bit of pain.
"You okay, kid?" I asked, wanting to make contact. I had saved it, after all. Surprised, the dark type looked at me, and its face lit up.
"Papa!" He (I recognized the voice as a male's) cried out.
Startled, I exclaimed "Huh?!" Composing myself, I said "Kid, I'm not your dad!"
"Yes you are." He nodded furiously at this statement, as if trying to get it through my head. Apparently, he no longer noticed his bruised leg.
"No, I'm not." I shook my head just as feverishly at this, trying to prove my point.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!
"Yes!!"
I sighed, and tried to reason with him.
"Kid, how can I be your dad? I'm not even an absol!"
The pup almost seemed prepared for this. "As long as the pokemon are the same type for breeding, like field or dragon, the can mate. However, the offspring will be the same species as the mother, or her lowest evolution." He seemed proud that he had said this.
"See? You *can* be my papa!"
"Wait a sec, kid." I said. "How in Lugia's name do you know all of this?" I had a point there. This kid seemed barely a month old, how could he have learned all of that? And, besides, that was better grammar than most pokemon.
"Sandshrew loud." I hate Sandshrew.
"So you just overheard their conversation and decided to memorize it?"
"Yep!"
"...Wonderful. Hey, kid, what's your name, anyway?"
"Taiyo." He said this with a bit of pride, actually, as though it was important. (I guess it was to him, I mean, it WAS his name, after all)
"What Papa's name?" he asked.
"Hoshi, and for the last time, Taiyo, I'm not you father!" I could have sworn my eye started to twitch. I then tried a different approach.
"Hey, Tai, where's your mother?"
A worried look passed over his face. "I don't know. Mama went out hunting two moons ago, and she hasn't come back."
I felt myself feeling a bit sorry for him at this point. How could I tell him that his mother was either captured by a trainer, or dead? Whatever way you looked at it, she wasn't coming back.
"Er, Tai...your mother's probably not going to come back."
"Why?"
"If she's been gone that long, she either got captured by a trainer...or she's dead."
"What does 'captured by a trainer' mean?" He asked.
Lugia, why me? Why did I have to be mistaken for his father by the only pokemon who didn't know what a trainer was?
"....Dang. Well, a trainer is a human-" "What's a human?"
Somebody up there must hate me. "A human is a creature that walks on two legs, wears strange skins called 'clothes', speaks a different language than us, and only has fur on its head."
"Weird." "I know."
"So what's a trainer?" He asked, pressing for more information.
"As I was saying, a trainer is a human that can carry devices called 'pokeballs' and capture pokemon with them."
Tai was thunderstruck. "But WHY?"
"They use pokemon to fight with. Once a trainer throws a pokeball at a pokemon, it usually captures them, and then the trainer can use that pokemon in battles."
"Usually?"
"If the pokemon is strong enough, it can resist capture." Tai was silent after this, but his unasked question hung in the air.
"No, I don't know why the pokemon obey the humans. I doubt any wild pokemon does. Maybe they like their life as a trained pokemon, maybe the just forgot what it was like to be wild, or maybe, they were never wild to begin with." Surprisingly, I made these up as I went along, even though, after I thought about them, they made sense.
"Papa?"
"Yes?" I had decided that it would be no use correcting him. The kid was pretty persistent.
"Have any of your family gotten caught by trainers?" I felt a twinge of sadness at the words 'your family' but shook it off.
"Not that I know of, but I had a friend that did."
"Oh."
He silent for a time, which I understood. When my parents had explained those kinds to my sibling and me, we had a lot to think about afterwards.
While he did this, I got some well needed sleep.
The next thing I knew it was morning, defiantly not my favorite time of day. I stretched, and started to get up, when I was suddenly bombarded by something fuzzy and white.
"Papa, I'm hungry!" ....The joys of parenting my tail.
"Feed me!"
When was it last that I had eaten? Maybe before the evolution ceremony, which, even though it was only yesterday, seemed ages ago.
"Papa!" He prompted again. This was too sudden…they're right…evolution does change you. (At the moment, I have no idea who "they" are. They do seem to know a lot of stuff, though.)
"Alright, kid. I'm up. And try to refrain from sounding like a murkrow, would ya? Gets annoying."
He looked at me quizzically. "What's a murkrow?" "They're dark types, like you and me," I answered, "and they tend to repeat things over and over. Mostly to humans, though. They seem to have mastered parts of human vocabulary."
Evolution also gave me lots of big words. That said, I doubt the absol understood a thing I said. Nonetheless, he quieted down.
As we left the cave and stepped out into the blinding sunlight (I swear, it was nowhere near that bright when I was an eevee!) I actually noticed my surroundings for the first time. Trees, dirt, some grass, and most importantly, a river.
I faced the pup and went into parent mode (And let me tell you, it felt weird!) "Alright, kid, today you shall be learning a crucial skill in life: How to catch fish. This will be important later, trust me." I quickly added the last part, seeing his skeptical look. Kids these days….
~~
Leaving it there, for now. I really am sorry you all had to wait such a long time, (and for such a terribly rushed-looking chapter) but dear Charlie (my computer) was having some issues and I couldn't find the disk this was saved on. Then the holidays came up and we had to visit relatives and whatnot. Hopefully, The next chapter will come out much sooner…:: Looks to jolteon and absol plushies:: C'mon guys! Motivate me! :: grabs absol plushie:: You came from EBay, Abby! Certainly you have the powers of ambition I need?
P.S. I kinda played with Tai's name. Taiyo means 'sun' when you refer to the sun as a star, and since you pronounce 'sun' like 'son' I figured there would be no better name. Especially seeing what Hoshi's name means. It was kinda ironic in a way….