Welcome, to the next installment of A Pokemon Story.
College is still taking up a lot of time and energy, but I'm still trying and still going to make more chapters than ever before in a relatively short expanse of time.
As usual, I don't own Pokemon, comments and critiques and messages of any kind are welcome (minus rude/hate stuff), and I wish you all to have a nice day.
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The handcuffs were off, there was a mug of hot chocolate in my hands, and I was trying very hard to not try to strangle the officer. He was probably trained to deal with violence, and he could always just yell at me again. I hope none of my Pokemon will ever learn Hyper Voice.
We were still in the interrogation room, but the lamp was pointed at the ceiling, an even blanket of light surrounding us. The officer held a similar mug, but his probably had coffee in it. Such a shame, I could've really used some coffee then.
"Do you know about a Pokemon called Absol?" The muffled voice stood out in the otherwise quiet room. I looked up from my not-coffee, preparing an answer.
"They're Dark-types. They're really strong. They're rare, and usually found near Fortree. Why?"
The officer's shoulders descended slightly, and a sigh escaped the maze of his mustache. Reassured that I wasn't whatever kind of psychotic person he originally thought, he continued.
"Absol are an endangered species of Pokemon. There are a lot of them being bred, but the native population is being killed off."
"Why would anyone kill an Absol?"
"Y'see, wild Absol almost always learn Future Sight at birth. They tend to see a bunch of natural disasters, and try to save people and Pokemon in the area. Pokemon understand, but people… lots of smaller towns and even a few cities think a wild Absol causes the destruction."
"But they're just a warning?"
"Yes, just a warning. But here in Hoenn, plenty of people still believe the Absol are the cause, despite studies and evidence proving otherwise. After Aqua and Magma woke up the legendary Pokemon, we got a bunch more flash floods and earthquakes happening, and every time someone sees an Absol, they end up shooting it."
"So the Pokemon I found was an Absol."
The mustache twitched up at its edges. "Boy, you saved an Absol. A young one, at that. That guy was probably hatched only a few weeks ago, and wasn't trained much."
That explained why Dayne couldn't lift it. Absol are Dark-types, and Dark-types are immune to Psychic-type powers. We had a lot of training ahead of us if we wanted to fight some of those and win.
I was thinking about various kinds of moves I could teach Dayne—once I got enough money for a Technical Machine, obviously—when the officer mentioned something about me keeping the Absol.
I couldn't have heard him right. Maybe the mustache was muffling his voice a little too much, or my hearing was still somewhat damaged. Besides, Dark-type Pokemon were known for being difficult to take care of; giving one to a rookie trainer was just short of irresponsible.
"I'm sorry, come again? What did you just say?"
"You mean the part about Mareanie? Yeah, those suckers are quite the abominable cuties, what with their torturin' Corsala for fun and all."
"No, sir, I mean…. That part about the Absol?"
A minute smile twitched upon his mustache, teasing me with the empty sips of coffee before giving me an answer.
"Ah, yes … well, since the Pokemon is a little too young to become a police Pokemon, we need it to have a trainer. We'll need to know if it likes you before you get it though, so there's that going for you."
I was about to ask how exactly anything about a Dark-type liking me was helpful when the door opened, light blinding both myself and the mustache. The single shadow standing before the light seemed to reflect more of it towards my eyes, white fur acting like a weak mirror. A blur of snowy silk cascaded in my direction, displacing me from my chair and giving my back a very strong first impression with the floor.
Things were happening too fast—literally too fast. I couldn't process any of what was happening… well, that's not entirely true. While I was getting a crash-course on the texture of the interrogation room's floor, I could feel paws press down on my chest. Something rough and wet went across my cheek, and when I could finally think clearly again, looking up showed me a purring Absol with shorter-than-average fur looking right back at me.
Unbeknownst to me, the be-stached officer's partner had already sorted things out with the Absol: it would be my Pokemon, and I would keep it safe from whoever would try to kill a formerly-wild Absol. It had apparently been conscious the whole time I was holding it, and thought I smelled alright.
Since some trainers can perfectly understand their Pokemon without any telepathy or technology, and since this baby Absol apparently could make some of its own decisions, I didn't get to name her—yes, the Absol was a her—or anything. None of the decision was in my hands, really.
That's how I got Natexa, my Absol.