Dis/claimers (why I've started doing these I've no idea, but hey): I own Mirus, Heron, Saberazor, not the idea on Suicune because I bet lots of people have that idea too, but I own the towns/cities, and pokemon. Yes, I own it!
OK, I don't. What did you think? If you think these claimers are confusing, just read on. I don't want to put them anywhere else. In fact I might stop doing them. Yes. Fine. That's all.
"So, what did you do?" Heron asked Mirus. She was holding a sponge to her cheek, where the sandslash had attacked her. It wasn't a very deep scratch, as she'd moved back, but it was bleeding a little.
"It sounds boring compared to your story," Mirus sighed. "I just went out of the building and telephoned the police. Thought you could do with some back-up. They didn't believe me at first, though."
Heron grinned. "How about when those pokemon found you?"
He smiled back. "Yeah, they believed me after that, I think. Then you came flying out, being chased by Lydia and those others."
"Did the police find out why those pokemon were caged?"
"I think it's something to do with breeding pokemon and selling them overseas," Mirus said. "They'd been bred and hatched from Lydia and her trainer's pokemon, and left in those cages until a ship came to take them somewhere like Kanto or Johto. There was a room full of eggs in another room, too. It was horrible- they were all cold and most of them had died." He looked down at Grim, remembering how warm he was when he was in his egg. Grim looked up at him, tail only twitching as he realised the seriousness of the situation.
Heron shuddered. "So what's happening to Lydia?"
Mirus shrugged. "I don't know. She won't be allowed to run a gym again though, that's for certain. They found someone else- I don't know who." He grinned. "You're almost a celebrity, though, Heron! They want to interview you for the papers!"
She leant back and smiled. "All in a day's work. We'll have to leave tomorrow, though, remember?"
Mirus sighed. "I know. I just want to have a look round Plainstown first."
Heron took the sponge off her face. "Good. So do I," she said.
Mirus wasn't joking about being interviewed for the paper. He laughed at Heron's face when a press crew came up to her and started asking her questions. He thought it was a bit much, but he could also tell that Heron was enjoying the attention greatly. She smiled sweetly- very unlike her, Mirus thought- and sent out Ekans and Vineslice for the cameras.
Afterwards, Heron was a little disappointed to hear that her story was only going to be in the Plainstown papers. However, she cheered up when she found out that it might be on the evening news.
Mirus, meanwhile, wanted to do a bit of sightseeing. Heron pointed out some of the buildings, even though she didn't know what they were. He noticed that she was reading the information off her pokedex, and pretending to act the expert. So he let her.
The first stop was a museum on pokemon types. Heron grumbled a little but let herself be dragged in by Mirus. After paying the P$50, she actually became quite interested in the snake section. Mirus looked at the dog section by himself.
The first thing he saw was a long glass box. In it lay a white ribbon. Mirus thought it had an aura of mystery about it, and read the label, interested.
"Suicune's Ribbon- this is a ribbon that is believed to have come off the legendary dog pokemon, Suicune. How it came off is a mystery; some people have theories that these pokemon shed their ribbons every 100 years. However it came about, it is definatly pokemon, due to being tested for DNA. There are possibly many suicunes roaming the world, but only one is believed to be the Suicune, who can travel between the continents at will but has so far never been caught. If Suicune exists, it would have to be well over one thousand years old."
A ribbon from Suicune? Next to the description was a photograph- yes, a photograph- of a suicune. Mirus had a feeling that it wasn't the legendary Suicune, just a normal one. Though what was normal? How many suicunes were there anyway? How did he know which was the legend and which were the legendaries?
Interested to find out more, Mirus looked in other glass boxes, and found a faded photograph of the supposed Suicune, as well as some blue hairs that looked decidedly unconvincing.
There were other dogs covered, as well; a model showing the anatomy of a growlithe and how they breathed fire, which Mirus found intriguing. There was a musical horn, made from the curled horn of a houndoom. Apparently, in ancient times, these horns were used for ceremonies and announcements. This one looked hundreds of years old.
There were lists of dogs and what types there were, supposed theories that all modern pokemon dogs (and cats) evolved from just one; Saberazor. Mirus liked the name, but the sketch of Saberazor looked decidedly fearsome. Apparently saberazors were still alive today, but were very rare. They were of the Ground type, and classified as both Dog, Cat and Fossil. Mirus wondered if he could ever catch one.
By this time he had absorbed all that the dog section of the museum had to offer, and had a look at some of the other sections while he waited for Heron to finish gazing at a rayquazza tooth.
"Informative," he said when she had finished.
She grinned. "Yeah, cool."
They had a look at some other buildings- a school with pokemon and children running about outside, a radio station (closed to public due to repairs) and finally they found themselves back at the gym. Everyone in Plainstown knew about Lydia and her being snatched of her training license. She would appear in court in several days. Now, however, Mirus and Heron were looking at the hastily-written laminated sign reading, "Under New Management".
The door was ajar, and the building didn't smell of disinfectant so much, much to Mirus's relief. Other than that it was the same, except- Mirus leant closer- the symbol on the door till contained a tail, but someone had rubbed off the ridges, so the tail was no longer a raticate's.
"I wonder who runs it now?" Heron asked aloud, looking right up to the roof of the building, as though that would give some clue.
"I do," said a familiar voice. Mirus looked quickly behind him to see Mike, the guy from the street league and the cat pokemon.
Heron grinned. "Well, congratulations," she said. "Do we have to challenge you again?"
He shook his head. "The badge is still a whisker badge; there's just a subtle change." He nodded to the doorhandle where Mirus was looking. "I'm really pleased- I'd always wanted to be Gym leader. For some reason the council didn't want another rodent trainer."
Mirus nodded. "Well, good luck, Mike."
He smiled at both of them. "Thanks, but I hope I won't need it. Well, see you. I've got some challengers to compete against."
He brushed past Mirus, into the gym, taking a back passage. "Better do something about this smell," they heard him announce to himself as he walked off.
Bags filled to the brim with food and pokemon items, Heron and Mirus retired to the pokemon centre after supper, vowing to both get up early and set out to the next city.
Once in his room, Mirus let out his pokemon for a quick run, and contented himself in looking out of the window. The sun was setting, filling the circular sky with washes of red light, covering the houses with the same glow like the ocean. Ahead of him he could see acres of flat land that gave Plainstown its name, dotted with occasional lone trees. Since he was facing west, he couldn't see the next city very well. It must be far away, over the horizon.
Filled with the thought of a long way to travel next day, Mirus thought it would be a good idea to rest.
Screaming, screaming... Mirus was already out of bed and hammering on Heron's door for her to stop. "It's just a dream," he said through the door as soothingly as he could. People around were emerging from their rooms, shaking their heads, asking questions. Mirus just nodded at them before they retreated back to their beds.
He decided that he really would have to ask Heron about these nightmares. Now was not the time, with all these people. He might not be good at reading emotions, but something was definatly troubling her.
E/N: So, enter debates about ferrets. OK, farla, I've looked them up and they're not rodents, etc (I wasn't trying to prove you wrong, by the way, I just looked up "rodents"). But I needed somewhere to put them... I suppose they'd better go with the group of small mammals, etc. Don't know whether I'll include those or not.
Well, thanks for more reviews. I'm glad that I'm loved. A bit. Not much really happened here, except for me posting random ideas on suicunes and legendaries.
You know I mentioned "thanks for reviews"? Do you want to get another "thanks"? Yes, I'm rubbish at hinting. But since you've read all this way you might as well post a comment...