After we had arrived home, Nate rushed through the hallway that led from the door, and up a staircase. "Make sure you brudh your teeth, Nate." Daisy said. "Got it Mom!" the child said.
Figuring that I had nothing to do, I followed Nate's mother into the living room, there was a small television, a bookshelf, and a coffee table. There was a couch and two chairs facing towards the T.V, the chairs being out of theme from the couch. One of the chairs had a smaller bookshelf next to it. The room was no larger than the kitchen, but lacked a tiled floor, unlike the kitchen. Daisy had sat down in the chair with the bookshelf next to it, and took a book off the top of it. Instead of testing my luck with jumping on the couch, I laid on the floor, which didn't feel pleasant. The carpet was rough, like tiny, little, sharp rocks digging into my underbelly. I've laid in caves with a more comfortable floor than this.
It was certainly better than sleeping in a bush, so I couldn't complain about the comfort, despite my discomfort of laying on the carpet. After all, I was welcomed into this home, it wouldn't feel right to complain.
Daisy didn't seem to really pay mind to me, well invested into her book. If I could, I would've followed Nate up to his room to play with him. It would give me something to do other than think, but was told to go to bed by his mother. The ticking noise from the clock felt like it was forever in between each tick. Daisy turned the page of her book and looked up, remembering that there was a fire breathing Pokemon in her living room.
"If you want, you can join me in the chair, or you can even lie on the couch," Daisy said. "I never said anything about you having to lay on the floor, just make sure you don't jump up on the furniture while covered in mud." Daisy placed her book aside and patted her lap, urging me to jump up, but I didn't move. I don't know why I didn't move, I could've jumped up onto the couch if I didn't want to sit in a human's lap. I just sat up and stared at her.
"Come on Ninetales, it'll be better than lying on the floor," Daisy coaxed. When I still didn't move, Daisy got up from her chair, and despite not appearing to be very strong, picked me up, and sat back down in the chair. I remained frozen, being picked up wasn't the worst thing to happen to me, but I still couldn't move. I was in shock after being picked up for the first time in years. The woman placed a hand on my nose and started rubbing it. "Does it hurt if I do this?" Daisy asked. "Of course not, but it would be preferable if I could breathe," I said.
Daisy chuckled when I took in a deep breath after she removed her hand. "I just wanted to make sure, I saw you get punched in the nose by that brat in the park," she wrapped an arm around me. "You are treating me like I lived in this house my whole life," I commented. Daisy just kept petting me despite the comment. "You remind me of my mother's Ninetales," she blurted out of nowhere. "What of your mother's Ninetales do I remind you of? I probably only look like it, and that is all."
"Yeah… you're probably right. It just feels nice to have a Pokemon in the house for once." I leaned into Daisy's palm as she scratched my ears. "Did you have a trainer?" she asked. "And if I did?" I got up, staring dead into her eyes. "I can probably guess that you did, you were perfectly fine with Nate hugging you when you almost ran into him. So tell me, what was your trainer like?"
I sat frozen, what can I tell Daisy? Probably nothing, I can't tell her that I let my trainer get killed, nor do I think I can make a good enough lie to trick her. "You're thinking really hard about it, aren't you?" Daisy looked me dead in the eyes, piercing my soul, telling a lie could easily get me out of this situation.
Maybe I should give this human a chance.
"Well, I didn't particularly like my trainer," I said. Daisy raised an eyebrow. "I only ever saw the light of day when I had to fight for him, or eat food. There was no love, no compassion. I was a fighting dog. The only time he spoke to me was to command me in a battle, or to yell at me for losing. Simply put, I do not like trainers, not one bit."
Daisy pulled me into a hug when tears started running down my face. So much of my life, wasted, forced to be a slave of somebody who didn't give a single damn about me. All I was, was a flamethrower, meant to blast down opponents for my master's gain. I was nothing more, nothing less.
What made me angry was the fact that I was crying in front of a human, a human I hadn't even known until this afternoon. Why did I have to open up to her? I could have just left after she let me run off at the park. After I had stopped, I pulled away from Daisy. "If you ever need to tell me more," she made me look at her. "Just tell me alright? While I might not be your trainer, while you're under this roof, your concerns are mine, okay?"
Daisy pulled me back into a hug as my eyes began to struggle to stay open. I felt my new friend rub my back as I began to fall asleep. Was this what it was like to have a person care for you?
Maybe opening up to this woman wasn't too bad of an idea after all. The only thing I felt was sheer comfort and care from Daisy, who was now rubbing my back.