(Own no pokemon; I want my cookies to be done! They're still in the OVEN! Godamn oven...
Yes, Jirachi is rather duty-bound. Really, I don't know where this came from. I mean, the movie Jirachi was so nice, and got everyone candy. Hopefully, soon enough, my Jirachi will be like that. Please, god.)
She paused, looking Luna up and down. "But I do want to see Char. You may take me home; however, if I am rejected, I will stay as a part of this pack permanently." Luna nodded; just then, Salem crashed through the trees.
Nightvein, Cybela and Nyeros all looked at the Eeveeloution colony with interest, until; "Cybela! Nyeros! Is it really you, kits?" A grizzled old Umbreon padded over to them. "Um, who're you?" Cybela blinked. The Umbreon grinned toothily.
"I'm Hizeru. I am your grandfather." They blinked. "But... that's not possible." Hizeru shook his head, and grinned again. "Your mother, Sangria, and your father, Reara, ran away from this pack, to start a new life together. You were so tiny then, you must not remember. Where are your parents, dears?"
Cybela began to wail. Oddly, Nightvein came to comfort her. "Don't cry, Bela. They still love you." Cybela sniffled, and buried her nose in Nightvein's flank. Nyeros said, "They're dead." Hizeru shook his head. "I am so sorry." Nyeros blinked. "I know." He sighed.
"So, you travel with this girl now, this 'godchild'? Do you really believe a human can save pokemon?" Nyeros nodded. "A normal human? No. Her? Yes."
Hizeru sighed. "We can only hope. As it is, she's the only thing we've got." Luna gestured to Ieara. "Salem and I will go take Iaera back. Bela, Yero, you can stay here for awhile, if you want." They nodded. "We'll stay too. Give you and Salem some alone time..." Merope grinned. "Hate... you..."
They started off. Luna stared at the sky. "Wow, it's late." The sun was almost set. "Hey, Salem?" He looked at her. "Yeah, Luna?" "...Would you die for me? If this Great War happens again, would you?"
He stared at her. "Luna. Great War or not, I would indeed die. If it kept you safe, I would do anything." Luna blinked. "Then I will do the same." There was nothing more said. Nothing more needed to be.
They headed up to the mansion. Luna knocked on the door. "Hello?" A pompous looking lady stepped up. "Oh. What have we here?" She drawled. "I got Io!" Luna gestured to the Flareon.
"You're certainly mistaken! My daughter's pet was an adorable Eevee, not this... thing!" Luna winced, when she saw Io cry. "Mom? Who is it—IO!" The kid from before ran down the steps. The Flareon's head shot up.
"Charitas!" She lept into the girl's arms. "Thank you..." "Salem, and this is Luna." She nodded, and hugged Io. "I missed you... please don't leave..." Io smiled. "No, not anymore." The woman bustled over.
"Oh, dear, this simply won't do. Eevee's are in vogue this season... don't worry dear, we'll get you a new one..." Charitas looked up, glaring at her mother.
"Mom, this is my pokemon! My partner! You can't replace a pokemon, 'cause it's not in fashion! You can't take her!" She gestured to Luna and Salem. "Come upstairs." They followed her. She opened a door to a pink nightmare. Pink dolls. Pink bed. Pinkeye. (Totally in VOGUE.) She flopped down on the bed.
"I know this seems weird. My mom and dad are just overprotective." "Why?" Salem asked. "Well, see... I have this disease that stunts development. I think it's called Turner's disease. I'm actually fourteen. I just look six." Luna and Salem gaped. "But... why haven't you gone on your journey yet?" Charitas sighed.
"My parents think I'm gonna drop dead if I so much as cough. They wouldn't let me go on a journey if their lives depended on it." She began to cry. Io nuzzled her. "Oh angel, don't cry..." Luna sighed, and stood up. She couldn't believe she actually had to tell the kid this.
"Run away." Charitas looked up. "What?!" Luna rolled her eyes. "You heard me. Go. Io can protect you, you're obviously loaded, and you can hide if they try to find you. Here, this is my mom's address, and Professor Monarch's. Get to them; they'll help you. Leave." Charitas' eyes welled up.
"Goodbye, Luna..." Luna waved, and headed out. "Bye, Charitas. Maybe I'll see you someday..." Salem followed her out. "You do realize we're still poor?" Luna stopped. "Oh. FUCK!" Salem smiled.
"Well, it's not too big a deal. We'll just have you beat the Gym Leader." Luna rolled her eyes. "Right. So I make the cash?" "Right!"
"...I hate you." They started back to the Eevee colony. "So, she left?" Luna grinned. "Yeah, Heohen. Her and Charitas both." The Jolteon nodded. "Perhaps it was better this way." He flicked his mane of needles.
"I think there's something you should see, boy." Salem followed Heohen, confused. "Oh. My. God. Nighvein!?" A Umbreon was lying on his side. His rings shimmered amber, a darker color than Nyeros'.
"Salem?" Nightvein stood up. "You. Are. An. Umbreon. Explain." Salem hissed. "I did it for Cybela..." "Why?" He looked down, and scuffed the ground. "I love her." Luna and Salem stared at each other, and began to grin. Luna sighed dreamily. "Oh, that's so amazing... does she know?" Nightvein shook his head.
"Not yet. I want to surprise her." Luna nodded. "Where is everyone?" Nightvein flicked his tail. "Over behind the vines." The vines split to reveal a cave. The Eevee clan sat solemnly at attention to Heohen.
"Where's Nightvein?!" Luna heard Cybela screech. Nightvein padded up behind her. "Cybela?" She turned. "Hi. I'm right here." She sat from shock. "I did this... for you. I love you, Cybela." Cybela just stared. Then she began to purr.
Their tails entwined, as Nyeros looked on. When they were saying goodbye, and heading out, Nyeros turned to Nightvein. "Treat her well, or I'll kill you. Slow." Nightvein gulped, and nodded. Cybela churred. "Men are weird."
"And don't I know it." Feraia told her. They left the tribe, and finally headed towards the gym. Luna pushed open the door, and was instantly lifted up, along with the others. "AHHH!" She looked down.
There were HUGE fans, that caused so much air, they were lifted up. "Oh, lord." They were levitating. There was another girl up there, as well. She was wearing goggles, a jumpsuit, and a skirt on over it. Her eyebrows seemed to fly off her face, probably from years of sitting on the fans.
"Hi! I'm Fiona! Ready for my challenge?" Luna blinked. "Why are you levitating us?" The girl cocked her head. "...Cause it's like flying." Luna sighed. "Oh, lovely. Is this how you're going to fight?" The girl nodded.
"Yeah. But my gym has a few rules. One, you're out if you hit the floor. Pokemon, too. Gotta stay afloat." Ready?" Luna stood. "I guess. Go, Helalyn!" The Milotic flew out, calling, "Loooo-tiic!".
"Okay, go! Vivia!" An Altaria flew out. Luna cheered. "Dragon and flying, yes! Helalyn, Ice Beam!" She shot out a jet of water, freezing on contact. The Altaria's left wing froze up. "Okay, good! Aqua Tail!"
"Dragonbreath!" The two attacks collided. "Another Ice Beam, other wing!"
The Altaria, wings frozen, fell to the ground. Fiona winced. "Okay, return!" She tossed out a pokeball. "Go! Escala!"
A Pidgeot soared out. Luna gulped. "Ezylri..." She nodded to Cybela. "I have an idea." She explained it telepathically; Cybela would use Gravity, and send the Pidgeot to the floor.
It worked; the Pidgeot was down in a matter of seconds. Fiona blinked. "...Well, that's never happened before." She handed Luna the fifth badge wordlessly, and walked away, muttering about purple cats and spaceships.
(A/N: This shall soon get gruesome... a bit of humor for now, ne?) Luna laughed, hugging Cybela. "Nutjob." They headed outside.
"Alright, you're done. Good. We must go." Jirachi told her. Luna's eye twitched. "Okay, something's up. Every time we win a match, something else fucking comes up." Salem rolled his eyes. "Yes, it's a goddamn conspiracy."
Luna nodded. "Damn straight." He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling his eyes twitch.
"For someone who uses sarcasm so liberally and frequently, you sure as hell don't know when someone's directing it at you."
Vita nodded. "That's what she said." Everyone just groaned.