( I don't own pokemon; bits of fluff in this chapter. Don't like, pick it off.)
Luna began to cry, pulling her hood up so the others wouldn't see. She decided. She would tell him to go, follow his dreams. She felt a hand on her shoulder. Salem's hair was falling in his face, his pale face and raven hair clashing nicely.
"Luna? Are you okay?" His hazel eyes glinted with concern, his face quizzical. She took a deep breath. "I think." He frowned, but said nothing. He simply held her the whole way to Skiesta. When Suicune had brought them there, Luna turned to him.
"Salem... I... I don't want your dreams to be crushed by something I have no control over. Go. Follow your dreams, have fun, live, and live, damn it! Live without me! GO!" She turned and ran, tears running down her face in rivers.
She curled up in a tree hollow, sobbing hysterically. "No, no, no. Salem... Saaaallleeeemmmm..." She moaned, rocking back and forth. "Don't go, don't go, don't goooooo..."
She stood up, and screamed, "WHAT KIND OF MOTHER AND FATHER ARE YOU?!" She punched the tree, and felt the skin on her knuckles break. The pain was a distraction.
It felt no worse than everything else. After a time, she stretched, and noticed the sun had set. Sighing, she dried her tears and headed back to the outskirts of the city. She stopped short. Salem was preparing dinner, stoking the flames. He looked up. "You're back. Good, dinner's ready." Luna marched up to him.
"You bastard, I told you to go follow your damn dreams, dammit! Get your ass to... Contest...ing." He laughed. "And you actually thought I'd leave you? Are you nuts?" She blushed, and looked away.
"None of your damn business whether or not I'm crazy." She muttered. He laughed. "Oh, Luna..." She looked up.
"I didn't leave because I didn't want to leave the girl I said I'd protect." Luna blinked. "Um, what?" He sighed, and tapped the side of her head with his knuckle. "Wow, you're pretty dense." He pulled her close. "You're my friendI won't leave you. I can't.Got. It?" Luna gaped.
"I, um, guess, well..." The pokemon were all staring. "Say it, say, it..." Helalyn muttered, feelers crossed. "Track five!" Merope muttered. Vita rolled her eyes, and put on 'Friday I'm in Love'.
"Is it even Friday?" Azrael asked. Feraia glared at him. "Shut the fuck up, you're killing the moment."
"I... lo—" Nightvein bounded through the bushes. "Guys, guess what! I found a berry... but then I ate it. So... I don't know." Feraia's eye twitched.
"ARGHHHHH!! GODDAMNIT, SON OF A BITCH!" Luna and Salem stared. "Oh...kay..." She laughed. " Right then. G'night, dork." Salem stuck his tongue out, but it didn't matter. Luna had fallen asleep.
The next morning, they headed into town. It seemed quite normal. The town was quiet, had a few trainers, some people, et cetera, et cetera, and so on... except for the giant mansion in the center of the town. Luna blinked. "Whoa, damn." Salem rolled his eyes. "Very intelligent, Luna."
"It's six in the morning, and I haven't had coffee. Say it again, and you eat your own bowels." Salem inched away, and pulled up his hood. "Shutting up." Nightvein sniffed the air.
"Uck. It smells like birds." Luna checked the map. "Yeah, this is the place where the Flying gym is." They trudged into the town square, two exhausted teens and their pokemon. Merope ended up dragging Luna along the ground.
"C'mon... god... dammit!!" She exhorted, yanking her along. Luna snored. "Don' wna..." Merope huffed. "God." Something caught Luna's eye.
A poster, which read, "LOST: EEVEE. ANSWERS TO THE NAME IO. REWARD: 1,000,000 POUNDS." Luna gasped, and shot up. "We've gotta find this thing!" Salem raised an eyebrow.
"And this being the same person who always said that if a pokemon runs away, it must have a good reason, you should let it be, blah, blah, blah..." Luna glared at him, right eye twitching, as her tail shot out, straight out and puffy.
"Duck." Azrael and Feraia warned. "Why?" The others asked. "Because when all this happens, she goes le bezerko." Azrael said solemnly. Sure enough, as we've all come to expect from Miss Murder...
"SALEM, WE'RE POOR, I'M SUFFERING FROM LACK OF CAFFEINE, AND I HAVEN'T HAD ANY DAMN CANDY IN TWO WEEKS!!! SO YOU CAN TAKE MORALS, AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR-" The words that followed soon after were too obscene to be published, ever, not even with my foul mouth. Salem blinked five minutes later.
"Are you done breaking the sound barrier? Because if you are, I think we might have a shot at finding this Eevee, if it hasn't run away in terror at your voice to the kingdom of the Mole People." Luna glowered, but nodded, setting off. Vita shook her head.
"What were the Great Goddess and God thinking when they created this child?!" Jirachi turned to her, and answered. "Obviously not much."
Luna shot off, heading up to the mansion. Her mom was an Elite Four, but they didn't live in anything like this. This place had gold glaze on it's gold layering. Which was covering gold fucking bricks. A girl of about six lounged out the window. She had artfully arranged white-blonde curls, and she looked screamingly bored.
Luna clicked her tongue. She must be the Eevee's owner. Why on earth would anyone leave a place like this? It was the lap of luxury. Hell, this kid was probably born with six silver spoons shoved up her ass. Luna kept on.
The woods surrounding the town were circular, so Luna decided to check around there. She went off, not knowing where she was, or where she was going. ...As usual.
"Hello? Io, are you here? I need to find you... coffee's at stake... please?" She groaned. She heard a rustling noise. Turning around, she saw a Jolteon. "Oh, hi. Have you seen an Eevee, like, yea high, called Io?" The Jolteon cocked it's head.
"You can talk to us?" Luna sighed. "Yeah, Luna Ashforth, Godchild, defender of Pokemon, Chosen One, World-Saver, blah, blah, blah..." The Jolteon nodded. "I will show you." Luna squeaked. "COFFEE!" She followed the Jolteon to a clearing in the woods. As she did, she muttered, "Shit, I need a business card. Saying all the stuff if really annoying."
The clearing was a packed floor of dirt, with small, rocky caves on both sides. There, about five or six of each Eeveelution played. Luna gaped. "Wow." The Jolteon nodded. "These are my pack. I am the leader, Heohen. The Eevee you seek is no longer an Eevee, but rests over there." He twitched an ear towards a small Flareon in the corner.
"Hey, Io?" Luna came up to her. She rolled over, and glared angrily at Luna. "Oh, great. You've come to try to take me home?" Luna sat. "No, not if you don't want me to. I just want to know why you left." She stretched.
"Not because of the girl, certainly! Charitas was such a sweetheart, but her parents were horrible! They expected me to be a tame, quiet, pet! If they'd wanted that, they should've gotten something else! I have the fire of eternity in my veins, and it shall not be quenched!"
Luna bit back a small laugh. While she was very serious, this foot-high Flareon bitching and raving was funny as hell.