"What am I doing here!"
Izumi yelled up at the sun. It's rays brightened momentarily as if to say, 'Why are you asking me?'
She looked back and mentally kicked herself at going. Before, leaving was a wonderful idea and she smiled at it. But when you actually do something about it, you feel really strange and vulnerable.
She sighed for the thousandth time that day and looked down at her old red shorts. "Maybe I should change first. I did just get that new outfit."
Ducking behind a tree, she checked to make sure no one was there, then quicklly changed. A pair of baggy black pants and a camaflouge shirt fitted her. A pair of black gloves and black headband completed the outfit.
Izumi looked around for the dragon that was with her moments ago. She spotted him on a tree branch looking down at her curiously. The dragon's eyes changed again but to a light yellow. Suddenly a pain eruppted behind Izumi's eyes, and she gasped. The dragon stayed, unmoving. The pain lessened some and something seemed to poke at her mind. Tntively, she touched it with her own mind. It was wild and unfamilliar to her. Slowly, she looked up at the dragon. As they stared at each other someone spoke to her, but not outloud.
'Sorry if that hurt. It will go away soon.'
It was a man's voice and it seemed to be in her head instead of outside. But as he said, the pain did lessen, and she managed to stand back up again. She tried to respond to whoever or whatever that was, though she had a strange feeling the dragon had something to do with it.
'Is that..you?'
'Am I someone else?' The dragon smirked a toothy grin and a puff of smoke rose from it's nostril and slowly disappaited. Izumi was now sure it was him.
'How are you doing this? Talking to me in my head I mean.'
'I don't know, I just am. I do however enjoy reading you'r thoughts. They are quite entertaining, yet filled with sorrow as well.'
Izumi blushed and asked, 'Wait, what thoughts are you looking at! Cut it out!'
'Don't worry, I'm not looking at personal stuff. I will let you keep some of you'r desency.'
The contact began to fade and the dragon no longer spoke. Izumi shook her head slowly in disbelief. Thinking of one last thing, she tried to contact him again, before the feeling went away completely.
'Wait! What is you'r name? Do you have one?'
He didn't give a reply at first, then responded, 'I do not know my real name, but you can call me..Denko.'
With that the contact faded completely and he turned the other way.
Izumi was baffaled of course, but thinking about what had just happened made her head hurt. A loud squeal snapped her to attention. She looked around and didn't see anything. Again something squealed. She looked down and saw something on her shoe. Startled, she jumped backwards. It was another pokemon. It had a small brown-orange body and large pincers for a mouth. When she moved, the weight of it's own head caused it to fall forward. At that moment Izumi wished she had excepted the poke'dex from professor Birch. She didn't take it only because she had a feeling she wouldn't be at it long. Luckily, she was able to recognize it. It was a Trapinch.
She wondered what it was doing here though, because Trapinch is a strict desert-dweller.
It toppled over on it's back and struggled to get back up. Feeling sorry for the poor thing, she lifted it back over, only to have it snap at her finger.
"Ow! What was that for!"
It growled at her in response. She might as well capture it. "Denko! We have our first challenger!"
He glided down from the tree and landed gracefully in between them. The Trapinch began to run but Izumi was still angry at for giving her the fresh cut on her finger, and wasn't about to let it just leave. Before she could call another attack, Denko once again surprised her. He growled and went charging at the Trapinch. His eyes were a fierce red color. Izumi wondered what move Denko was using. A phrase echoed through her head.
Rage attack.
Oh.
Now it seemed as clear as day. Izumi watched as the Trapinch got weaker, and her anger at it began to simmer down. Now she was slightly concerned. Denko was at least a foot taller and obviously stronger. After a few minutes he let up.
The pokemon had many bruises from where Denko's tail had struck, and gashes from his small claws. Now very worried for the Trapinch, Izumi hurridly reached for a poke'ball and threw it. It didn't even struggle and Izumi was relieved to hear the subtle 'ding' sound from the ball.
Written: Sunday, June 12, 2005 12:17 AM
Oh, I won't be in town for the next week or so, but I might be able to update from there. They just might be slower.
