The Negotiator of Promise

Title: Trainer

Pokemon/Chapter: Onix 1

I tend to mind my own business. One to care what others think, I am not. There's really nothing I care about much. Myself? Yeah, I care about myself, but, who doesn't. Everyone in this world is a bit narcissistic, I think. Hm? What, surprised I'm not talking like an idiot. You presume too much. Just because I look like a bunch of rocks doesn't mean I talk like them too. But, I digress.

I like to be left alone. I do not like people coming to me at random times, I do not like trainers throwing those spheres at me, and I do not like kids. Those little baby Nidoran and Rhyhorn that run up to me in spring, thinking me some sort of living slide. Those are the worst. Again, however, I digress.

I believe my life to be simple. I really do. I move around, I eat, I sleep, I wake up and do it all over again. Sometimes I take time to ponder life. Other times I ponder humans. I'm not a big fan of humans. All they do is heft those spheres around, treating Pokemon like slaves to fight for them. Can they not fight on their own? But, anyway, my mind is beginning to wander.

I dragged myself along the ground, boredom filling my mind as I looked for a meal. How was it that food was only there when you were full? Perhaps I had bad luck.

I poked my way behind rocks, sniffing the air in random places to catch a whiff of food. Nothing. As I rounded a corner, several Stantler went scurrying. Stupid animals. I'm big but I'm docile. …For the most part.

I had just begun to bury my nose through a pile of large leaves when a wail filled the forest I inhabited. It was an odd cry, soft, and not like any I had ever heard. Curious, I moved along the forest floor in search of this odd noise. I stopped when the crying became louder, raised myself high, and looked around. A sniffle and a few hiccups came, and I subconsciously cocked my head sideways.

I pulled the smell around from the air as I breathed in the scent and traced it down to the ground. I sniffed to the ground and traced it to a tree. A small gasp and another wail filled the forest, and I whipped my head to the side. Staring at me with large, brown, wet eyes, was a human. Not just any human, but a child. The small child pushed her way deeper into the hollow of the tree. Curiosity growing, I tried to press my way into the hole, but found I could not fit. She continued to cry, adding to it screams, causing me to wince as I tried to pull my head from its prison.

I glared at the child as she continued to hiccup and cry, causing tears and snot to dribble everywhere. Disgusting. Angered by the noise she was causing, I upturned my nose and went back along my way. Kids causing me to miss breakfast was another thing I did not like.

As I went along on my way, I noticed after a moment that the crying had not stopped. I paused, shook my head and growled at myself, and turned back around. Stupid kid. Why should I care what happened to her? But, she couldn't be higher than level five. She would surely die on her own. So, I had to make sure she was fine.

Sniffs and whines led me back to the tree, and I peered in through the hollow's hole once more to stare at the girl. She shrieked and repeated her past actions of pushing herself farther in. Rolling my eyes, I tried to get my head back into the hole to grasp the scruff of her neck to pull her out. Her reaction? She punched me in the nose, then shrieked in pain and began crying harder as she rubbed her bruised hand. Inwardly I smirked. But my outward appearance was not so. As she whined I continued to reach in and, careful, to keep from getting stuck again, grabbed her scruff and pulled her out.

The child whimpered and curled into a ball as I lifted her into the air, then set her down carefully on the ground. She cried as I stared at her, and I nudged her with my nose. She continued to cry, so I growled. She cried harder. Angry, I turned and moved off again. After a few feet, I noticed the crying had stopped. Moving my head to peer behind me, I saw the child following after me. I moved my face in front of hers, and her eyes got wet as the waterworks started once more. So, I turned and left. The crying stopped after a matter of a few moments. Raising my head, I listened hard, but the sound was nowhere. Turning around, I saw the girl following silently after me. Again, I moved my face in front of hers, this time sniffing to catch her scent. She smelled of the mountains beyond the forest. I pulled back to observe her and a strange noise (was it delighted?) come from her. I cocked my head curiously.

"Doggy?" she inquired.

Doggy? I shook my head quickly.

"Onix," I said, even though I knew she did not understand.

"Doggy," she insisted.

"Onix," I growled.

Sha made that odd noise again and leaned down to pet my tail, which I quickly yanked away.

"Onix," I growled, picking her up by the scruff once more and turning to move through the forest.

"Good doggy. Fine Timmy."

Timmy? Were there more children? I sighed. She smelled of the mountains. That was at least a two-day journey. So…how had she arrived out here? In any case, she belonged there. And I (lucky me) was the only one who could take her. Guess I better get used to liking kids.

A/N: Different direction taken here. The rest of this story, along with the others, continues soon. Anyway, if you have a favorite Pokemon, tell me. I'm sure I can think of a story for them.