I DO NOT OWN POKEMON IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. JUST SAYING.
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The morning sun shattered the world of darkness that the moon created the night before. Funny, isn't it? The Sun and Moon never fail to completely demolish each others' worlds of light and darkness, respectively. It WAS indeed as if they were venomously vindictive toward each other. This is what happened every day, every night, every day, and unfailingly. But we already said this. So we already knew.
The silence that could have existed happened to be murdered by Francis' yelling.
"GET UP, MARGARET! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" The words were like hammers, pounding into Margaret's eardrums. It did not help AT ALL that the small, silvery Eevee's voice was still quite high-pitched...
The green lizard let out a noisy groan, still feeling groggy and not appreciating her sudden wake-up call. Margaret got on her feet with all the speed of an elderly Shellos.
"Whowhaazzit?" the sleepy Grovyle mumbled, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up.
"It's about time you got up! Our GUIDE, remember? We're meeting up with her today! Let's hurry already!" the hasty dog barked at her companion.
Realization slammed into Margaret like a flying stove. As quickly as she could, the Grovyle gathered her Berry-filled satchel, as well as her journal and her pen, the both of which she stuck into different pockets of the worn-out, brown satchel. Rushing, however, was generally NOT Margaret's specialty, so the lizard nearly tripped and fell on the cold stone floor of the cave several times. The sight of her older partner stumbling about was quite a humorous thing to Francis;the small canine struggled to stifle her laughter.
After Margaret was done fumbling about, the two left their temporary abode, rushing for the mountain trail. Their noisy footsteps seemingly boomed, lending the air an aura of urgency. Naturally, the local Geodude grumbled about the unfamiliar noise. The nicer ones grumbled, "Slow down you crazy kids!"
The ruder ones grumbled various curses.
Multiple minutes passed before feelings of tiredness rested upon the duo's muscles. At Francis' urging, however, the two continued on;however, their pace quickly slackened until it was little more than a hasty walk.
"So just WHERE IS that guide of ours? Gold said he'd be here, that jerk!" Francis growled. She stomped her tiny feet, and her tail was thumping furiously against the ground.
"Stop complaining already, let's just wa-" Margaret stopped as she noticed a shadow loom over the both of them. A cloud, perhaps? No, it could not be, for the sky was completely clear, as well as azure. Before the two could finish wondering what is was, the one who had been casting said shadow landed in front of them. It turned out to be a shiny Flygon.
"I would happen to be your guide," the Flygon coughed, her voice also feminine. "And I am by no means a 'he'. My name is Linda..."
"Oh, I'm sorry...! Gold just told us we'd have a guide, so we just assumed..." Margaret replies, frowning at her own mistake.
"...You know the saying," Francis grumbled, "Assuming can make an ass out of you and me."
"Language!" Margaret coughed, frowning at her companion. Francis apologized insincerely. However, the kid was such an excellent liar that you wouldn't really think that this apology was insincere at all.
"Yes, well! We should get going already, shouldn't we?" Linda interrupted, crouching down so that the smaller Pokemon may ride on her back. Nodding, the two Underground members climbed on to the dragon's back.
Hours upon hours were consumed as the three Pokemon soared. They moved through the air as easily as a fish moves through water. The cool breeze they felt as they soared seemingly pet their scales, or, in Francis' case, fur. So far, their search had proved unsuccessful.
"So your Underground friend got lost here, huh? What's his name? What's he look like? What's he like?" Linda questioned. She tried her hardest not to sound nosy, but she was really failing in this aspect.
To answer, Francis audibly inhaled. Sensing that the puppy was going to say something rude, Margaret placed a claw over the shiny Eevee's mouth, complete with a 'shush'.
"Yes, he did... His name is Ciro, he's a Croconaw, and he has a big temper. He's kind of reckless like that, but I like him anyway. We all do. That's why we're looking for him," Margaret answered, nodding and still not removing her paw from over Francis' mouth.
Pushing the leafy, green claw off of her mouth, Francis teased, "And Margaret LOVES him~" To complete her tease, the Eevee made small kissing sounds.
"I love everyone, Francis," Margaret sang in reply.
Unhappy with the response she got, Marget made a 'hmph' sound, crossing her two front paws and frowning. Typically behavior for the child. However, she did shut up now. And that made Linda happy;however, Linda tried to hide it, and actually succeeded this time around.
The shiny Flygon could have sworn she saw a Murkrow zooming by...
Holy crap, this Chapter was shorter than I thought it would be! Eh, I'll try making them longer in the future. I'd appreciate reads and reviews and stuff, this is my first Fan Fic, so yeah. XD