Pokemon is owned by Satoshi Tajiri. I'm not him. If I were, then why would I be writing fan fics?
I'm time skipping a lot to avoid long, pointless chapters. Woo!
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"Mmmm… Uh…"
"Oh, are you awake?"
"…Huh…?"
"You kind of scared me. I thought you died at first."
"Wha…?" The moaning boy tried sitting up slowly, before crashing right down on the mattress again.
"Don't get up too fast, you hit your head pretty hard."
"Where…?" He opened his eyes half way, before blinking and opening them all the way. In the corner of his eyes, he could see a light from a candle. "Who are…?"
The other man came into the boy's view, who tried sitting up again immediately when he saw who it was, and trying to keep his body up at the same time. The older man gently pushed him back down to the bed.
"I told you already, you fell and his your head on gravel. At least, that's what it looked like. You were bleeding from the back of your head. So much blood. I recognized you from a few weeks ago and I dragged you here.
"You're…!"
"Jirarudan. Don't move so much, either. You were out for a couple of hours, so the damage must have been pretty bad."
The boy brought his hand up to his forehead to feel the bandage wrapped around his head. "Kenji…" The boy replied.
Jirarudan's eyes widen a little. That was the name of… He thought about asking about his last name and drawing, however, it would mean that the drawing would be gone. Plus, it might send the teenager to move in quick motions again.
Instead, he smiled. "Nice to properly meet you, Kenji."
"I should be getting back… Thank you for-"
"You're not leaving tonight. I don't want to think you're dead again when I find you passed out tomorrow."
"But I…"
"No. If it would make you feel better, I'll sleep away from you, some where..."
"Where?"
"I dunno… I'll think of some place."
It might have been the head injury that was thinking this, but maybe this guy wasn't such a dangerous guy. Maybe this guy just didn't… Understand? Kenji wasn't sure what the word was, but right now, Jirarudan didn't seem like he would kill Kenji in his sleep, or anything like that.
"No… Don't do that… You helped me… So I don't mind if you sleep with me… Thank you…"
Jirarudan's eyes widen a little again at the two words. He wasn't really sure why he was surprised, though. "You're welcome."
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"…Something came up, and I shouldn't leave the cabin for very long… I'll work twice as hard tomorrow if you can just give me my lunch now without doing any work today." Jirarudan asked the large man, who was staring at the ceiling, thinking with his back of his chair facing Jirarudan.
"I suppose we have more than enough of your machines things. I supposed, if you'll do double of what you normally do…"
"Oh, thank you, si-uh, Sakaki-san!"
"You don't need to be formal."
"Sorry… Thank you, Sakaki."
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'Good, he's still here and asleep…' Jirarudan looked at the boy's face. His attention was mainly focused on Kenji's lips. They looked soft, and he was pretty sure they weren't kissed before…
How long was he isolated for? Of course the life style was by choice, but…
"Mmmh…" Kenji's lips parted and he groaned. Jirarudan waited to see if he would wake up or not. He was making gestures as if he was getting up. Jirarudan walked closer to the boy just in case. Kenji lifted his body up with his arms extended and flat on the bed.
"How are you feeling?" Jirarudan quietly asked.
"Um… Okay I guess…" He held his head to balance himself.
"I don't have much, but is plain rice okay?"
"Sure…" He was too tired to care about where he got the food from in the first place.
"Here…" Jirarudan placed the colorful box on Kenji's lap. "I would appreciate it if you would only eat the rice… The rest was for my lunch…"
"What about breakfast?"
"I already ate when you were asleep." That was a lie.
Kenji lifted up the lid to the box. "Thank you very much."
"N-no problem…" He said those words again… And he added on two other words with that. 'When was the last time I got a "thank you?" Besides last night…'
Kenji set the box down after eating about half of the food he was given and put the lid back on it.
"Done already?"
"Yes, thank you… Will you… I mean, I don't want you to take it the wrong way or anything, but the professor, the guy I'm living with right now, but he's probably worried and looking for me…"
"I understand. However, he does know that you're a trainer and that chances are, you're probably okay, right?"
"But I'm not okay…"
"Then maybe you should contact him some how… Without actually seeing him."
"Well, he did give me a phone… Wait, speaking of which, where did you…?"
Jirarudan placed his pokeballs and other items infront of him.
"Oh, thank you…" He just stared at the items for a moment. Would it be better to stay with an insane… Well, not as insane anymore, but still an insane person who hasn't had any real contact with anyone for… However long, than go back, risking blood loss and passing out again, or having the professor obsessing over him again? He picked up the phone and stepped outside for some more light, with Jirarudan following carefully behind him.
"Professor? Something came up. Would it be alright…"