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AN: This is the updated version of chapter two. The main things which were changed were details about what occurs in the woods. Thank you to Keleri for pointing this out - oh and I hadn't actually read any other fanficsabout pokemon before writing this - I picked an Eevee because my favourite pokemon is a Flareon. I realised after that it had been very overdone, but oh well. I'm sure there will be many more writers using Eevee's in their stories ;) . Please continue to read and review.
2. Strange noises
Previously in Kamari's Story: The afternoon Alyssandra told her about the new Skitty, Kamari had walked home through the woods alone, crying softly and drying her face every so often with strands of her long copper hair.
Not wanting to upset her mother by arriving home with a tear-streaked face, Kamari sat under the giant oaks in the forest, still crying into her hands, trying desperately with big, gasping breaths to stop. After a long while, she stopped crying altogether, but the feelings of sadness and envy were still curled into a ball in her stomach. She leaned back against the oak tree she was sitting under, and closed her eyes, thoughts of a perfect pokemon for her running through her mind. There were just so many to choose from, if she could pick, which would it be? Definitely not a bug pokemon – too icky. Nor a rat or snake type pokemon. Perhaps a psychic pokemon…. her thoughts trailed off. She knew it was futile thinking about it – why torment herself even more trying to choose something she couldn't have?
It started to rain. Great, thought Kamari, the weather is at least reflecting my feelings. It would take a while for the rain to soak through the branches of the giant oak to where she was sitting, so Kamari was content to just stay where she was, wrapped in her misery, until she was absolutely forced to move.
She listened to the sound of thunder, and the rain pelting down. It was actually quite relaxing. She had always liked the sound of rain. Wait, what was that? That didn't sound like something from a storm. Kamari's mother often told her she had ears like a Hoothoot. Hmm. It sounded almost like a cry. Something small and pitiful. Kamari frowned. The only pokemon she knew about in this wood were the typical rattata, hoothoot, and bug pokemon, and this noise certainly didn't sound like one of those.
Putting up the hood of her jacket, Kamari trotted out into the damp wood, trying to locate the source of the sound. Whatever it had been, it sounded hurt. There it was again, to the left. Kamari altered her position, jogging along slowly. She slowed to a halt. If she hadn't been mistaken, the sound came from somewhere very close by.
She started as the bushes to her right rustled, and a tiny Eevee, only slightly bigger than her hand, jumped out and wandered up to her, crying piteously.
"Oh you poor little thing," Kamari cried, gathering up the cold, wet Eevee and wrapping him in her jacket. His back was covered in blood. "What could have happened to you?"
Kamari had her answer soon enough, when she came across a dead female Eevee, and three of her young just beyond the bushes near a hollowed out tree trunk. They were all covered with deep cuts, which looked to be from a larger wild pokemon, possibly an ursaring. Kamari looked around. Sure enough, small patches of what looked to be honey mixed with Ursaring footprints covered the ground around the tree trunk, before heading east. It looked the like mother Eevee had been trying to defend her young while the Ursaring had been trying to get to the honey in the tree trunk. Kamari sniffed, trying not to cry at the sad sight of the dead Eevee.
"Well, little one, you better come with me," she told the little bundle of fur in her hands. Kamari didn't think her mother wouldn't be thrilled with the house guest, but Kamari wasn't going to keep him – she would give him to Nurse Joy to heal tomorrow. It was much too far to go now, and the wounds on the little Eevee didn't look so bad. Nurse Joy will probably let him go back into the wild, since it was obvious he didn't belong to a trainer.
Kamari set off towards home, taking care not to jolt the injured Eevee she carried in her hands.
"Mum, look what I found in the woods," called Kamari when she was within earshot of her apartment. Kamari's mother came out of the apartment looking flustered.
"Kamari! Where have you been? I've been worried about you, you didn't tell me you were going to be late!" her mother scolded.
Kamari held out the tiny Eevee towards her mother.
"But look mum, he's hurt."
As soon as Kamari's mother saw the injured Eevee, her face softened. "Well, lets get him – and you! – inside out of this drizzle before you both get sick," she said.
Once inside, Kamari's mother took the Eevee from her, instructing Kamari to go upstairs this instant and change into warmer clothes. Kamari could hear her mother talking softly to the little Eevee while she changed out of her school uniform into jeans and a hooded jumper. She grinned. She never really knew her mother was good with pokemon.
Kamari practically ran downstairs to see how the Eevee was doing. She skidded into the kitchen to find her mother tying bandages around the Eevee's wounds.
"I washed out all the cuts first, Kamari, but they may require stitching. You'll have to take him to the Pokemon Centre tomorrow morning – it's too late to go now, especially since it's a fair distance and we don't have a car. Now, try to get him to suck some water from a damp cloth. We need to prevent him from getting an infection and that includes keeping his fluids up," Kamari's mother instructed her.
"No probs mum," said Kamari, lifting the Eevee from its place on the kitchen counter and carrying it to the lounge room to rest in her lap.
"Veeeee!" the Eevee cried out.
"Sorry, sorry, it's okay I won't hurt you," Kamari cooed to it, gently stroking its head.
"You'll be just fine."
Varuna watched her daughter with the Eevee. It was so sad that Kamari was the one who seemed to have suffered the most from her husband's stupidity. Varuna knew her daughter felt isolated from the other children at her school, and had been saving for months to try and afford the cost of adopting a pokemon for her – it would be so much more expensive trying to find a way for her to travel to Pallet Town to see Professor Oak. Unfortunately, Varuna sighed, she was still about 100 short of the adoption fee, plus she would be too broke after that to be able to afford the 250 trainer registration fee.
She went upstairs to tidy Kamari's room – god knows she wouldn't get around to doing it herself. It was a good thing, Varuna mused, that Kamari had made friends with Alyssandra and was able to spend so much time with other pokemon without actually having her own. She had certainly become a great deal more knowledgeable about them in the past few years.
Varuna sighed once more. One day she would be able to afford to help Kamari fulfill her dream. She wandered back downstairs to find Kamari asleep on the lounge, the little Eevee curled up in the crook of her arm and an empty bowl of water with a damp rag on the floor. Varuna smiled and covered them both with a blanket.
AN: Hmmm can anyone pick which kind of pokemon Kamari will end up with? Haha! Hope you are enjoying so far, and please, continue to review:)