Well... Its Friday, not Thursday sorry. Yesterday I was finishing 57 chapter 1 textbook questions and studying for a test. But guess what? :D I'm home sick so I did all of that for nothing. -_- Can't sleep because I'm actually so stuffy, that my jaw hurts. :c So I figured, may as well work on my story right? Anyway here you go.
Lindy's POV
"Huh? The zombie lady is gonna challenge Brock?" a little girl said.
"Tilly, thats not nice," Brock scolded, turning to face his sister. "This girl's name is Lindy."
"Opes, sorry," the little girl, Tilly said.
"So you're a Pokémon Trainer?" a little boy asked excitedly.
"Uh, yeah," I answered.
"Tommy, it's not polite to ask our guest questions. Especially since you guys hurt her arm," Brock said to him. "Go get me the first aid kit."
"Okay!" Tommy said and ran down the hallway.
"Oh... we hurt her?" another little girl asked, looking like she was going to cry.
"Oh don't cry Suzy!" Brock said as he picked her up quickly. "She'll be okay once I patch her up."
"Really?" she asked, looking at me with the same narrow eyes Brock and all his other siblings shared.
"Really," I told her, trying to avoid a headache.
"Hehe okay!" she said happily.
"See? Everything's fine," Brock said relieved, as he put her down. "Now you guys go wait, I'll get started on supper."
"Okaaay!" all the kids said as they ran into another room. Brock and I headed into the kitchen. There weren't any chairs so I just lent against the counter.
"Time to get cooking!" Brock said, wearing a pink frilly apron. I think my mom has the same apron... I thought as he dashed to the fridge and began pulling out some vegetables and meat, then some spices and flour from the cupboards.
"Here's the first aid kit!" Tommy said running in.
"Great thanks. Just put it on the counter," Brock instructed, sorting out the ingredients on the counter.
"Oki doki," Tommy said placing it next to me then leaving, probably to go play some more.
"Alright lets see," Brock said as he stepped next to me. Taking my right arm, he gently rolled up the sleeve of my dirty gray sweater and then proceeded to inspect my arm. "It's going to bruise for sure, this cut on your elbow will have to be disinfected. You're arm doesn't have any signs of fracture, so other than that nothing's wrong."
"Well that's good. I can't go traveling with a bum arm," I said watching Brock take out some disinfectant and cotton balls. He washed the cut first before applying the rubbing alcohol to the cotton balls.
"This'll sting a bit," Brock warned me, focusing on the cut. He carefully pressed the cotton balls down and dappled them over the cut.
I hissed a little, not enjoying the burning feeling one bit. Brock took a large bandaged out and gently put it over the cut. "There, all done."
"Thanks," I said twisting my arm a bit to get a better look. The twisting motion made me winch, a dull throbbing spreading through my muscles.
"I'll get you some pain killers," Brock said going over to one of the cupboards and taking out a bottle of Advil. He grabbed a class and poured me some water. "Here."
"Thank you," I said as I took the glass and the Advil. I dropped the pill in my mouth and took a sip of water to wash it down.
"The pain killer will probably take about twenty minutes to kick in so here," he said handing me some ice wrapped in a towel.
"Oh, thanks," I said as I took it and pressed it on my arm.
"I'm going to start making dinner, it won't take long, so how about staying?" he asked me.
"Oh no, I don't want to intrude," I protested, trying to be polite.
"It's no intrusion at all, please stay."
"Well... I guess I can," I said. Free food whoo hoo!
"Great!" Brock said happily, as he washed his hands and got ready to cook supper. "I'm making beef stew and some vegetables. I'm sure you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will, it sounds good." I said a bit eagerly.
"Hahaha, you sound excited, as you should be. I am a rather exceptional chef," Brock said. Even though it was bragging, it was different from when Gary did it. Brock did it in a way that he was genuinely proud of himself. Gary just did it to brag and show off.
"I guess I am," I admitted with a laugh. "My mom doesn't make stew much. The only time's I've had it was when I was eating with the Oaks."
"Oaks? Like Professor Oak?" he asked me curiously, but not looking up from the preparation of dinner.
"Mhm," I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Our families are good friends, so I call Professor Oak gramps."
"Wow, that's neat," Brock complimented, he turned on a burner and starter the stew. "It must be pretty cool do have a guy like him for a grandfather."
"Well honestly, I wouldn't know," I confessed, looking out the window. I felt like a creeper watching Brock. "I know he's a Pokémon researcher but I don't know much about his work."
"Really? How come?" he questioned.
"Because when I was younger I was always with his grandson Gary. The reason I started calling Professor Oak gramps is because Gary always did, and I was over at their house so much that it just rubbed off on me," I explained.
"So you've never see his lab or anything?" he sounded a bit skeptical.
"Well of course I have. I just never took much interest in it I guess. Me and Gary helped out with looking after the Pokémon a few times, but it was hard work. Well it was at the time, I did it when I was a long younger. When you're a kid, there's other things you wanna do then chores ya know?" I said with a laugh.
"Hahaha, yeah I hear ya," Brock said smiling. "I think it would be really interesting to meet him. The Professor I mean."
"Really? Whys that?" I asked him.
"I'd like to ask talk to him about Pokémon breeding," he stated.
"Pokémon breeding?" I asked him. I'm sure I've heard of that before.
"Yeah, I'm interested in Pokémon breeding," he told me. "I even make my own Pokémon food to make sure they get nutritious and delicious food. That way they stay healthy and happy. I always do my best to keep my Pokémon in top condition."
"Wow," I was a little taken back. "I thought Pokémon breeding was just about getting eggs..."
"Well that is part of it. But lots of people over look the actual raising healthy Pokémon," Brock said a little disappointed.
"Well maybe that's a difference between just breeding Pokémon and being a Pokéon Breeder?" I asked.
"Huh... Yeah it could be," he laughed after giving it a moment of thought.
"Broooock," a little boy said peaking his head in. "Is supper ready yeeet?"
"Not yet, Billy," Brock answered. "But it will be soon so just sit tight okay?"
"Okay..." Billy sulked and left.
"I should feed my Pokémon before now," I said, placing the ice on the counter.
"Actually, if you don't mind, could you wait?" he asked me.
"Huh? Why?" I asked confused, looking at him as he sprinkled some spices into the large pot on top of the stove.
"I'd like to feed you Pokémon," he said.
"...Huh?" He wants to feed my Pokémon? I hope he doesn't have some weird bestiality thing...
"I have a few different kinds of Pokémon food, but its not made for rock type, and that's the only kind I have," he explained.
"Huh, well okay," I said. I should of know it was a breeder thing. "I actually have a Rattata that's a picky eater, so this might help me."
"A picky eater huh?" Brock said. "Don't worry. I'm sure I'll be able to do something about that."
"I hope your right," I said with a sigh looking back out the window. "He doesn't seem to like human food or basic Pokémon food from the Pokémart. It doesn't seem to mind cookies and fruit though."
"Well the part about the fruit is good," Brock started. "That means he's getting some nutrients. The cookie part isn't so good. But I'm sure I can make some tasty Pokémon food for your Rattata."
"I hope so," I said with a dry laugh. "Does the type of Pokémon have to do with the different kinds of food you make? Like grass or flying?"
"In some cases, yes it does," Brock told me. "For example, grass Pokémon generally don't need much protein, but almost every other type does. Water Pokémon need lots of water and notorious food, like fruits."
"Huh... that does make sense, doesn't it," I said thoughtfully. "You're very knowledgeable, Brock."
"Not as much as I'd like to be," he said with a sigh. "I'd like to be a great Pokémon breeder, but the gym and my little brothers and sisters keep me here."
"You can't do that from here?" I asked him.
"Well I could try, but honestly, traveling would be better. I could see more Pokémon and learn about the different types. I could research sure, but nothing beats hands on experience."
"Yeah that's true..." I murmured. "Sorry..."
"Oh don't worry about it, it's fine Lindy. This will be ready soon," Brock told me, smoothly changing the topic. "You can go sit down at the table."
"You don't want any help setting the table?" I asked him.
"Ha," he laughed confidently. "I'm super Brock! I can handle any house hold task!"
"If you say sooo," I said with a nervous laugh. He's nice but he's missing a few screws. "Uh, does it matter where I sit?"
"No, anywhere is fine. We don't really have specific seats at the table," he told me.
"Alright," I replied. I stepped out of the kitchen and into the dining room. As soon as I did all of the kids stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
"...What?" I asked, trying not to be snappy.
"Hmph. There's no way you'll beat our big brother!" a boy said. He looked a lot like Tilly, I think they were twins.
"Yeah that's right!" Salvador growled.
Ugh. Over protective little brats. Juuuust great. "Uh-huh." I grumbled. I am so not in the mood for this. I sat at the end of the table. I took my bag off and started to drummed my fingers in annoyance.
"Hey that's my seat!" Tilly barked at me.
"Really? Brock said their arn't any specific seats for anyone. Isn't that right Brock?" I ask a bit smugly, raising my voice so Brock could hear me.
"Yup!" he called from the kitchen. "You guys had better stop causing trouble."
"Aweh..." Tilly sulked, embarrassed that she'd be caught.
"No fun," Billy mumbled.
Then Brock sped out of the kitten with plates and bowls. He placed a set down for everyone diligently. He raced right back and then reappeared with glasses and utensils. "Wow you're fast, Brock," I said in amazement. I almost missed his thanks as he went back into the kitchen and came back with a pot.
"This ones the stew," Brock said as he set it down. "Its still hot so careful. Forest can you serve it up please?"
"Suuure," Forest called as Brock went back to grab the smaller pot full of vegetables.
I guess since Forest is the oldest Brock relies on him more. Makes sense, I wouldn't want to let the little ones dish up hot food.
Brock quickly pushed some of the vegetables onto the plates then set the pot down, running back to pour us all water.
"Hey, pass me your bowl," Forest said to me.
"Oh," I guess I was zoned out a bit. I passed it to him. "Here."
He put a few ladle fulls into my bowl then carefully handed it back to me. I put it down as quickly and carefully as I could, the bowl heated up fast. I looked at the stew and pushed it around with my spoon waiting for it to cool down. It had nice sized chunks of beef, potatoes and carrots, and boy did it smell good. "This looks amazing Brock," I said, very impressed as he poured me some water.
"I'm glad you think so, Lindy," he said taking the empty seat to the left of me. "Well, let's dig in!"
"I'm stuffed," I said contently as I fell back onto the floor.
"Hahaha, I'm glad you liked it," Brock said as he gathered up the dishes.
"Do you want some help?" I offered.
"No its fine," he called. "It won't take long to wash these, so you can go into the back yard and let your Pokémon out. When I'm done I'll bring the Pokémon food out."
"Mnh, okay," I said as I got up, grabbing my bag. I shouldn't of ate so much.
The large dining room opened up to the back yard so I didn't have to wander around. I stepped down from the porch and sat on a rather large rock.
"What a long day..." I said with a sigh. I opened my bag and took my pokéballs out. "Come on out guys."
Small flashes of red shot from the pokéballs, releasing my Pokémon.
They looked around taking in their new surroundings. "Hey guys, some foods gonna be here soon," I told them. They looked at me a bit confused, except Beedrill.
"Bulbasaur?" my started asked me.
"Oh, Brock is interested in Pokémon breeding, and he makes his own Pokémon food. He offered to let you guys try some. You'll see," I told them.
They made sounds of excitement and understanding as to why there we in someones back yard.
"So for now, just relax," I told them. Bulbasaur jumped up onto the rock next to me, Rattata and Pidgey went to look around the yard, Metapod and Beedrill sat down and made, what looked like, idle chit chat, while Pikachu sat down alone on the grass.
I looked at the bright yellow Pokémon as she sat quietly on the grass. She didn't seem too concerned about where she was, as she wasnt looking around like the others were. She just sat in silence watching the others. "Mmh... Hey Bulbasaur?" I said to my Pokémon.
"Bulbasaur?" he asked me.
"I'm going to go see Pikachu," I told him standing up. "How about you go keep an eye on Rattata and Pidgey?"
"Bulbasaur!" he said. I could almost picture him as the Challenge Accepted Meme.
"Hehe, thanks," I said as I headed over to Pikachu.
"Pika?" the Electric Mouse said, her ears perking up as she heard me walking over.
"Hey there," I said sitting down, careful not to put any pressure on my right arm as I eased myself down. "What cha doing here?"
"Pikachu," she muttered, looking back at the other Pokémon.
"Mmmh?" I looked over to where Pikachu's line of vision was directed. Rattata and Pidgey were playing in a tree, while Bulbasaur sat under the tree. Rattata ran on the branches of the tree after Pidgey, but whenever Rattata was close to catching Pidgey, she would flap her wings and fly a few branches higher.
"Ahhh," I said with a light laugh as Pikachu and I watched them play. Then, Pidgey bumped by mistake and caused Rattata to fall. "Oh no!"
"Pika!" Pikachu darted over to the tree quickly, and jumped to catch Rattata. Bulbasaur quickly sent out his vines to catch Pikachu so neither of them would be hurt from the fall.
"Rattata?" he said, opening his eyes, seeing he was safe.
"Chaaa..." the Pokémon sighed, letting Rattata go once Bulbasaur had placed her on the ground. "Pika, pikachu."
"Rattata!" Rattata jumped off of Pikachu and made gestures of apology to Bulbasaur and Pikachu. "Ratta, tat tat.
"Pika, pikachu," she said, simply nodding and giving Rattata a dismissive nod. She walked back over and plopped down. "Chuu."
"Uh, thanks Pikachu," I said to her. I was happy she saved Rattata.
"Pika," she simply said.
"Mmmh?" I questioned scratching my head. "What's with this Pikachu?"
"I'd say your Pikachu has a serious nature," Brock said as he walked. "Or maybe even a lonely nature."
"Serious or lonely nature?" I asked him.
"Yeah. Like a personality," Brock said as he set the bowls down. "Each Pokémon has its own nature, just like people do."
"Huh, I guess that makes sense," I said thinking about it.
"As you can tell, this Pikachu doesn't seem to like to play around. But since it went to save your Rattata. So I'd say not only is your Pikachu is a very serious Pokémon, but a caring and protective one too."
"Well, that would make a lot of sense actually," I said thoughtfully. "She was rather hard and stubborn to catch back in Viridian Forest. She put up a good fight that's for sure."
"She was probably a respected Pokémon in the forest," Brock said thoughtfully.
"Pika! Pika pikachu!" my yellow Pokémon growled.
"Opes!" Brock laughed. "Sorry Pikachu. I guess you don't like being talked about do you?"
"Pikachu," She huffed, crossing her little arms.
"Serious, and proud that's for sure," Brock said, as he patted her head. "Alright, so you haaave... a Bulbasaur, Rattata, Pidgey, Metapod, Beedrill and Pikachu. Okay, I'll be back with the Pokémon food."
"Wow you have Pokémon food for each of those types?" I asked him a little surprised since he was a rock type trainer.
"Oh no, but I can guess what they'll like. It's all trial and error. Besides, I may not have Pokémon food for all of those specific types, but I have a general recipe that most Pokémon like."
"Oooh, I see," I said. "Well I just hope my picky Rattata likes it."
"We'll see," he said getting up. "I'll be back in a moment."
"Take your time," I called to him, looking back at my Pikachu. "Mmmh... Well, I'm glad you're just serious. I thought you didn't like me or the other Pokémon."
"Pika, pikachu," she said shaking her head. "Pikachu, pika pikachu."
"Um... I don't really understand haha, sorry Pikachu," I told her. I wish I could understand Pokémon.
"Chaa," she sighed.
"I hope your Pokémon are hungry!" Brock said, reappearing with bowls of Pokémon food.
"I'm sure they are," I said with a laugh. "Alright guys! Foods here, come and get it!"
Rattata and Pidgey rushed over, while Bulbasaur, Metapod and Beedrill took their time.
"Okay," Brock said as he began setting the bowls down in front of each of the Pokémon. "Here's one for you Pikachu. Rattata let me know if you like this one. Pidgey I think you'll like this. Here you go Bulbasaur. Metapod and Beedrill and both bug types so their food is the same kind."
"That didn't take you very long," I commented.
"Haha, well when you take care of as many siblings as I do, you get to be quiet fast at chores like these," he told me.
"I see," I turned my attention to my Pokémon as they ate. They all seemed extremely pleased except for Rattata. "Oooh... Rattata still won't eat."
"Mmmh," Brock muttered thoughtfully. He went back into the house then returned with some sort of condiment shaker. He sprinkles some of it on Rattata's food. "Now try it."
"Tat?" he said, giving it a sniff then a little nibble. "Rattata!"
"That's amazing!" I said in awe as Rattata happily ate his food. "How did you do that on one try?"
"Well I know Rattata likes sweet food sense you told me," Brock explained. "But the food I gave him only had a bit of extra sweetening to it, so it wouldn't take away from the nutritional value. When it still wasn't sweet enough, I just sprinkled on some crystallized fruit sugar."
"...I think I get it," I said after a moment. "So what you put on was natural sugars from fruit, but in powder form to make it sweeter?"
"Exactly! And it's healthier than just adding plane sugar."
"I see! Brock, can you please, please, please give me the recipe so I can make it for Rattata?" I begged him.
"Oh um... Err..." Brock stammered. "I don't know Lindy... It's a secret recipe I've been working on for years..."
"Oooh..." I whined. "I understand..."I can't force him to give it to me.
"Mmmh... I could make you some special powder to sprinkle on Rattata's food though," he told me, trying to cheer me up.
"Really?!" I explained.
"Sure!" he told me. "The recipe may be a secret but the powder isn't."
"Oh thank you thank you thank yoooou!" I squealed as I hugged him.
"Y-you're welcome Lindy!" he exclaimed, as stiff as a statue.
"Oh this is great!" I cheered letting go of Brock and jumping around. "All I have to do is put a dash of that on Rattata's food and he'll eat it! I won't have to worry about him not eating! I was so worried that I wouldn't be able to get him to eat but not anymore! Thank you so much Brock!"
"I-its no problem at all! Really! It's n-not that big of a deal," he stammered.
"It's a big deal to me, and my Rattata!" I told him.
"I'm just glad to help," he laughed sheepishly. "Well it looks like they're done eating."
"Yeah," I said looking at them. "Isn't Brock a great cook?"
They all made sounds of agreement. "Hehe. I'm going to help Brock take all these in, you guys can play for a while longer," I said as I picked up some of the bowls.
"Oh you don't have to Lindy," Brock protested, grabbing the other bowls.
"I insist! Otherwise I'll feel too guilty to beat you in our battle," I joked, heading inside.
"Ahahaha, well I suppose when you put it that way I don't have a choice," he said following me into the kitchen. "And about the gym battle."
"Yeah? What about it?" I asked him, setting the bowls on the counter.
"Its getting late now, and I have to put my brother and sisters to bed soon, so would it be alright if we postpone our battle until tomorrow?"
"Oh sure, no problem," I said. "So tomorrow morning?"
"Well actually... Tomorrow afternoon," he said as he started to fill the sink with hot water do to the dishes.
"Huh? Why all that late?" I asked him.
"I have to take care of a few things at the Pewter Museum," he told me.
"There's a museum here?" I asked a bit surprised.
"You mean you didn't know?"
"No I didn't see it at all."
"Mmmh... Strange, it's hard to miss," he said. "I know! How about I take you with me and show you the museum then we can have our battle?"
"Oooh! Okay! I'd like to take a look around the museum," I said. "I may not be that interested in gramp's current research, but I am interested in ancient Pokémon."
"Great, so it's a plan," Brock said grinning. "Where are you staying?"
"Oh I'll just be at the Pokémon Center," I told him.
"Aah, alright. I'll be there around 8:20 okay?" he half ask half told me.
"Sure, I'll be up and ready to go," I said. "Speaking of ready to go, I should get going."
"Yeah it's getting late," Brock agreed. "I'll bring the sugar for Rattata, so our Pokémon can have breakfast together.
"Are you sure you want to show the enemy your cards?" I teased.
"Well I've already seen yours, so it's only fare," he said.
"Mmh, I guess if you wanna be a nice guy about it," I laughed, then headed out of the kitchen."I'm going to go get my Pokémon."
"Alright," he called after me.
"Okay guys," I called to them stepping down. "Time to go."
They all made their way over. I took their pokéballs out of my bag which I had left on the grass. "Return everyone." Red beams of light shot out of the pokéballs as my Pokémon returned. I put them back into my bag and swung it over my shoulder.
"Would you like me to escort you back to the Pokémon Center?" Brock asked me as I slipped my boots on.
"No that's fine," I laughed. "I can take care of myself."
"Haha, alright. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Lindy," he said.
"Yup, bye Brock!" I said with a wave, heading out.
"Good night," he called.
If you thought this was going to be a serious chapter... LOL you were wrong :3
Miss Gary yet? What about the close and chummy act with Brocko? Perditions? Thoughts? Let me know ;)
Also... it's rather annoying to type all the Pokémon sounds, so if it's all at once, I'm just gonna say "They all made sounds of agreement," or whatever. Okay? Okay. :3
Till next time! *Jumps on Charizard and flies to Wendy's*