Bleehhh. Sorry for the lack of update-ness on Friday. I stayed up until
three in the morning watching anime. THAT'S how I spend my Friday nights,
folks.
And last night I just felt weird. . .I cut my hair without even realizing I was doing it and now it's way too short. Ugggggh.
I dunno, I just don't feel well lately. Mentally, not physically. -sigh- How weird. MMMMMMEEEEEHHHHH!!!!
-sigh again- This is getting to be a habit. . .must. . .reply. . .to. . .lovely. . .reviewers! I love you all! LOOOOOOOOOOOVE!
Karania Avalon: I can't wait to see where this is headed either. Muhahahah ;D
Zero_Chan: Lurk seems absolutely THRILLED with the last chapter. . .hehe. . .go Espeons. . .yes. . .muhahahaha -evil laugh-
LunaTigress: Not much scares me anymore ;D Thank you soooo much for reading my fics and. . .reviewing. Yesssss. Muhahaha. -hands you Pixie Stix- I feel so honored you're using your online just to read my weird fics ^_^
Hanni: Uh. . .heh heh. . .-takes Oddish out of boiling pot- ^_^;;
Rose: EEEEEEEEEEEE!!! -runs around in circles- Guess who's back. . .back again. . .yeah. Jebus. . .college. I can't even picture myself in college X_X At least I get. . .chocolate-flavored feedback! W00t! I've missed the chocolatey feedbackness ;D
And my birthday was September. September 30 ~_^ EEEE DRAGONAIR PLUSHIE! -squeezes plushie's guts-
See, I told you I haven't been feeling well mentally. X_X
Oh, and THANK YOU THANK YOU Melani for pointing out my error. I, er, am waaay too used to typing 'Shane' instead of 'Steve'. Heh ~.^ That should be fixed now.
itest/i
~Chapter Three~
The minute the car pulled into the driveway, Dad was at the door with a worried look on his face.
"Where the heck have you been?!" he cried. "I was just cleaning a bridle and. . .poof."
In spite of his worriedness, I had to laugh. My dad is pretty cool, as far as fathers go. He says that even though I am only nine, I have the maturity of a much older person, so he trusts me to make my own decisions.
That, and he doesn't harp whenever I jump on Joker.
"We were at the Pokemon Center," I explained. "I found an Eevee while I was riding Joker a few hours ago and his paw was fractured."
"An Eevee?" Dad raised an eyebrow and looked at Mom.
"I told her she could keep him," Mom said sheepishly.
Dad rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Come on Diana," he strangely replied, taking Mom's hand. "You can do another session with Hades before it gets too dark."
Hades was a wild Rapidash found sort of in the same condition as Eevee, now that I think of it---Mom found him, totally abandoned by his trainer and no way to fend for himself. At least, that's what I thought. Mom said he was probably wild as a foal, but Hades looked liked he had lived his whole life with a trainer---but Mom said that was impossible.
Now Mom was working with Hades daily so he could learn to live in the wild-- -and not attack humans. Mom had called him Hades because he released a Fire Blast right at her, but luckily she ducked and it missed.
I blinked. How long had I been standing on the driveway, lost in thoughts? I shrugged to myself and raced up to my room. I wanted to get things ready for Eevee tomorrow.
~*~*~
I was in the process of setting up a bowl I stole from the kitchen that no one ever used in my room, near Eevee's new bed (so far, just a pillow and some towels) when I heard a tap on my window.
I looked up. Steve, of course. Who else? I made a hand motion that told him he could come in. He opened my window and swung himself onto the padded windowsill.
"What's up with that?" he asked, pointing to my homemade Eevee bed and his food bowl.
I grinned. Obviously I had forgotten to tell Steve about Eevee.
"Oh, it's for an Eevee I'm getting tomorrow," I said casually, standing up and dusting off my jeans.
Steve's mouth dropped open. "An EEVEE?!" he exclaimed. "Why? What? Huh? Are you going to be a trainer or something? Or are you taking care---"
"Shut up," I laughed. "He's mine. And no, I'm not going on a Pokemon journey. He's not my starter Pokemon."
I then explained how I had found Eevee while trail riding, and then took him to the Pokemon Center. Steve grinned when I said Mom was letting me keep him.
"So Iggy's going to have a new little friend!" Steve cooed. I rolled my eyes. Steve was pretty good at hiding the fact his two best friends were girls, but sometimes Ivy and I just rub off on him, especially when he's talking about Iggy---he just loves his Growlithe.
"Yup," I smiled. "I can't wait to pick him up tomorrow."
"Are you going to give him a nickname?" Steve asked. "Or just call him Eevee?"
I frowned. A nickname hadn't even occurred to me. What could I call Eevee? Something really, really special. . .
I suddenly remembered when Nurse Joy had called for a stretcher for a 'small fox Pokemon'. Inspiration.
"I'll name him Kitsune," I grinned [A/N: 'Fox' in Japanese]. Steve smiled in approval.
"Cute," he said. "And appropriate."
"I figured." I stuck my tongue out at him. I fluffed the towel out some more. "Well, there's nothing much I can do for Kitsune until he actually gets here. I can't wait!" I grinned.
"Yes, having a Pokemon that doesn't guzzle hay like no tomorrow and that can actually sleep on your bed is good thing," Steve managed to say with a straight face.
I snorted. "Joker could sleep in here. . .if I put him in his Pokeball. Or if he were house-trained. Or if he could stay still for one minute."
"Heeeey!" It was Steve's turn to stick his tongue out at me.
I gave him a friendly punch. I don't know why, but that suddenly made me ask if he wanted to go on a trail ride.
Steve shrugged. "Okay. I'm riding Phoenix, right?"
I nodded. Phoenix was the other Ponyta that we had that had been transported from Kanto. He was very ornery and needed lots of exercise, but Mom and Dad were too big to ride him, so Steve often rode him.
"Okay," I smiled. "Let's go."
~*~*~
About a half an hour later, Steve and I were on the trail. Joker kept trying to trot waaaay ahead of Steve and Phoenix, but I managed to keep him under control. Phoenix was being unusually calm, and Joker was being unusually jumpy---it's like they had switched personalities.
I told this to Steve, and he shrugged.
"Pokemon are weird like that," he replied. "You think you know them, and the next day. . .poof."
I sighed a little. "But. . .well, I dunno. Phoenix has been himself ever since we got him. . .QUIT IT Joker. . ." I trailed off. Joker snorted and pawed the ground. "Oh, well. Want to trot?"
Steve grinned and nodded, and we trotted the Ponytas side by side on the large grassy trail. Joker was trotting really fast, and it was tough for me to keep my posting rhythm and slow him down a little at the same time.
"Joker!" I scolded. He slowed to a walk, and I heard Steve slow Phoenix down behind me.
"What's up with Joker?" Steve asked, walking Phoenix next to me.
"I have no idea. He's being a brat," I rolled my eyes. "Jo, what is UP with you today?"
Joker suddenly snorted and stopped, looking all around. Without warning, he leaped into a gallop off the trail and into a nearby forest.
"LINDSEY!" Steve shouted after me, speeding up Phoenix.
I couldn't hear them coming. All I could hear was Joker's hoofs stomping the grass flat. I made a mad grab for the reins and yanked them desperately, but Joker just kept going faster.
"JOKER! ST-"
I was cut off when Joker, did indeed, stop as suddenly as he had sprung into the gallop. I wasn't expecting this and I lurched forward and tumbled off my Ponyta.
"Oof. . ." I muttered. I stood up and turned angrily to Joker, tugging harshly on the reins so he'd look at me. "What the heck was that all about?!" I cried. "You can't just start galloping whenever the heck you feel like it!"
I heard a sound coming closer: it was Steve and Phoenix. Steve had a worried look on his face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, halting Phoenix.
"Yeah," I sighed. "I have no idea what's wrong with Joker today. . .and I fell, but I'm just kind of dirty. . ." I added as I brushed a cake of dirt off my jeans.
Steve looked like he was about to say something, but a loud noise stopped him. It sounded both awful and soothing in one---something was ripping through the leaves in the forest so fast that it sounded like tearing, yet near it was another sound that seemed to be singing.
"What the---" I started. I was cut off when something suddenly appeared in front of us. Steve's eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open.
I couldn't do anything. I was too shocked.
Steve spoke the words I was thinking:
"It. . .it's a Dragonair!"
~*~*~
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-hands sugary stuff to people-
The Saturn is now miiiiiiiiiiiine. . .
REVIEW!
And last night I just felt weird. . .I cut my hair without even realizing I was doing it and now it's way too short. Ugggggh.
I dunno, I just don't feel well lately. Mentally, not physically. -sigh- How weird. MMMMMMEEEEEHHHHH!!!!
-sigh again- This is getting to be a habit. . .must. . .reply. . .to. . .lovely. . .reviewers! I love you all! LOOOOOOOOOOOVE!
Karania Avalon: I can't wait to see where this is headed either. Muhahahah ;D
Zero_Chan: Lurk seems absolutely THRILLED with the last chapter. . .hehe. . .go Espeons. . .yes. . .muhahahaha -evil laugh-
LunaTigress: Not much scares me anymore ;D Thank you soooo much for reading my fics and. . .reviewing. Yesssss. Muhahaha. -hands you Pixie Stix- I feel so honored you're using your online just to read my weird fics ^_^
Hanni: Uh. . .heh heh. . .-takes Oddish out of boiling pot- ^_^;;
Rose: EEEEEEEEEEEE!!! -runs around in circles- Guess who's back. . .back again. . .yeah. Jebus. . .college. I can't even picture myself in college X_X At least I get. . .chocolate-flavored feedback! W00t! I've missed the chocolatey feedbackness ;D
And my birthday was September. September 30 ~_^ EEEE DRAGONAIR PLUSHIE! -squeezes plushie's guts-
See, I told you I haven't been feeling well mentally. X_X
Oh, and THANK YOU THANK YOU Melani for pointing out my error. I, er, am waaay too used to typing 'Shane' instead of 'Steve'. Heh ~.^ That should be fixed now.
itest/i
~Chapter Three~
The minute the car pulled into the driveway, Dad was at the door with a worried look on his face.
"Where the heck have you been?!" he cried. "I was just cleaning a bridle and. . .poof."
In spite of his worriedness, I had to laugh. My dad is pretty cool, as far as fathers go. He says that even though I am only nine, I have the maturity of a much older person, so he trusts me to make my own decisions.
That, and he doesn't harp whenever I jump on Joker.
"We were at the Pokemon Center," I explained. "I found an Eevee while I was riding Joker a few hours ago and his paw was fractured."
"An Eevee?" Dad raised an eyebrow and looked at Mom.
"I told her she could keep him," Mom said sheepishly.
Dad rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Come on Diana," he strangely replied, taking Mom's hand. "You can do another session with Hades before it gets too dark."
Hades was a wild Rapidash found sort of in the same condition as Eevee, now that I think of it---Mom found him, totally abandoned by his trainer and no way to fend for himself. At least, that's what I thought. Mom said he was probably wild as a foal, but Hades looked liked he had lived his whole life with a trainer---but Mom said that was impossible.
Now Mom was working with Hades daily so he could learn to live in the wild-- -and not attack humans. Mom had called him Hades because he released a Fire Blast right at her, but luckily she ducked and it missed.
I blinked. How long had I been standing on the driveway, lost in thoughts? I shrugged to myself and raced up to my room. I wanted to get things ready for Eevee tomorrow.
~*~*~
I was in the process of setting up a bowl I stole from the kitchen that no one ever used in my room, near Eevee's new bed (so far, just a pillow and some towels) when I heard a tap on my window.
I looked up. Steve, of course. Who else? I made a hand motion that told him he could come in. He opened my window and swung himself onto the padded windowsill.
"What's up with that?" he asked, pointing to my homemade Eevee bed and his food bowl.
I grinned. Obviously I had forgotten to tell Steve about Eevee.
"Oh, it's for an Eevee I'm getting tomorrow," I said casually, standing up and dusting off my jeans.
Steve's mouth dropped open. "An EEVEE?!" he exclaimed. "Why? What? Huh? Are you going to be a trainer or something? Or are you taking care---"
"Shut up," I laughed. "He's mine. And no, I'm not going on a Pokemon journey. He's not my starter Pokemon."
I then explained how I had found Eevee while trail riding, and then took him to the Pokemon Center. Steve grinned when I said Mom was letting me keep him.
"So Iggy's going to have a new little friend!" Steve cooed. I rolled my eyes. Steve was pretty good at hiding the fact his two best friends were girls, but sometimes Ivy and I just rub off on him, especially when he's talking about Iggy---he just loves his Growlithe.
"Yup," I smiled. "I can't wait to pick him up tomorrow."
"Are you going to give him a nickname?" Steve asked. "Or just call him Eevee?"
I frowned. A nickname hadn't even occurred to me. What could I call Eevee? Something really, really special. . .
I suddenly remembered when Nurse Joy had called for a stretcher for a 'small fox Pokemon'. Inspiration.
"I'll name him Kitsune," I grinned [A/N: 'Fox' in Japanese]. Steve smiled in approval.
"Cute," he said. "And appropriate."
"I figured." I stuck my tongue out at him. I fluffed the towel out some more. "Well, there's nothing much I can do for Kitsune until he actually gets here. I can't wait!" I grinned.
"Yes, having a Pokemon that doesn't guzzle hay like no tomorrow and that can actually sleep on your bed is good thing," Steve managed to say with a straight face.
I snorted. "Joker could sleep in here. . .if I put him in his Pokeball. Or if he were house-trained. Or if he could stay still for one minute."
"Heeeey!" It was Steve's turn to stick his tongue out at me.
I gave him a friendly punch. I don't know why, but that suddenly made me ask if he wanted to go on a trail ride.
Steve shrugged. "Okay. I'm riding Phoenix, right?"
I nodded. Phoenix was the other Ponyta that we had that had been transported from Kanto. He was very ornery and needed lots of exercise, but Mom and Dad were too big to ride him, so Steve often rode him.
"Okay," I smiled. "Let's go."
~*~*~
About a half an hour later, Steve and I were on the trail. Joker kept trying to trot waaaay ahead of Steve and Phoenix, but I managed to keep him under control. Phoenix was being unusually calm, and Joker was being unusually jumpy---it's like they had switched personalities.
I told this to Steve, and he shrugged.
"Pokemon are weird like that," he replied. "You think you know them, and the next day. . .poof."
I sighed a little. "But. . .well, I dunno. Phoenix has been himself ever since we got him. . .QUIT IT Joker. . ." I trailed off. Joker snorted and pawed the ground. "Oh, well. Want to trot?"
Steve grinned and nodded, and we trotted the Ponytas side by side on the large grassy trail. Joker was trotting really fast, and it was tough for me to keep my posting rhythm and slow him down a little at the same time.
"Joker!" I scolded. He slowed to a walk, and I heard Steve slow Phoenix down behind me.
"What's up with Joker?" Steve asked, walking Phoenix next to me.
"I have no idea. He's being a brat," I rolled my eyes. "Jo, what is UP with you today?"
Joker suddenly snorted and stopped, looking all around. Without warning, he leaped into a gallop off the trail and into a nearby forest.
"LINDSEY!" Steve shouted after me, speeding up Phoenix.
I couldn't hear them coming. All I could hear was Joker's hoofs stomping the grass flat. I made a mad grab for the reins and yanked them desperately, but Joker just kept going faster.
"JOKER! ST-"
I was cut off when Joker, did indeed, stop as suddenly as he had sprung into the gallop. I wasn't expecting this and I lurched forward and tumbled off my Ponyta.
"Oof. . ." I muttered. I stood up and turned angrily to Joker, tugging harshly on the reins so he'd look at me. "What the heck was that all about?!" I cried. "You can't just start galloping whenever the heck you feel like it!"
I heard a sound coming closer: it was Steve and Phoenix. Steve had a worried look on his face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, halting Phoenix.
"Yeah," I sighed. "I have no idea what's wrong with Joker today. . .and I fell, but I'm just kind of dirty. . ." I added as I brushed a cake of dirt off my jeans.
Steve looked like he was about to say something, but a loud noise stopped him. It sounded both awful and soothing in one---something was ripping through the leaves in the forest so fast that it sounded like tearing, yet near it was another sound that seemed to be singing.
"What the---" I started. I was cut off when something suddenly appeared in front of us. Steve's eyes bulged and his mouth dropped open.
I couldn't do anything. I was too shocked.
Steve spoke the words I was thinking:
"It. . .it's a Dragonair!"
~*~*~
-bows to Melani-
-hands sugary stuff to people-
The Saturn is now miiiiiiiiiiiine. . .
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