9 Years ago.
It was another considerably peaceful night. The streets were slick, the night was young, and the moon was shining brightly. For just about anyone it would be a great night to stay awake, and enjoy the nocturnal world for once. One in particular, however, found themselves forced to.
I've got to get out of here. I don't care where I'll go, I just need to be done with this.
This particular one found themselves scrambling through what had become a forest of some sort. The creature moved quickly; moving away from the residential area of the town.
How am I supposed to live like this? He used to be so nice, but now that I've become stronger he's become crazy, power hungry! He expects me to become a slave of his!
It moved as fast as it had started. On four feet, it made its way to the point where there was no sign of human civilization. It stopped and fell face-first into the ground; not much of a fall, but physically evident nonetheless.
I can't live like this. I… I… I just can't…
The creature let out a sigh.
But now I have to. I'm not going back. As much as I feel like passing out, I'll fight on. This time, for my own good.
It got back up. Looking around, the rather large being searched for shelter. Seeing a cave-like entrance between the ground and the base of a large tree, it made its way to said hole.
It seemed abandoned, according to the scent, so the creature entered. It was, indeed, abandoned.
Years passed. The being had very much taught itself how to survive on its own. It was now independent; didn't need or want anyone's help.
Sitting alone in the den-like area she had been living in since she had left her former trainer. She had made it as an improvised home, and it worked.
She sat there, thinking. Her yellow eyes gazed towards the exit to the wilderness, mentally debating whether or not she should leave and go somewhere. She wasn't hungry. She wasn't tired, either. For once, she had been bored.
She then came up with an idea. She used to love to swim. Could she find some water?
She slowly got up and stretched before heading out. She looked around to see if there was a specific direction she could think of to go to reach some sort of large water source. She thought of the stream that she visited normally for water, and decided that she would follow it to see where it led.
She started moving towards the stream, the path easily familiar. She traveled on all fours; she didn't have to, but she much preferred to. It was faster, easier, and more comfortable.
She soon reached the stream. She then looked both directions and started traveling along one way; it didn't really matter to her.
She traveled along for a while, a lake in sight a good distance away. She moved quicker, anxious to be able to enjoy something once again.
She was close to arriving, but froze when she heard a raucous of noises from a house that she had happened to pass by. The only house. She had never seen it before.
One house near the lake in the middle of nowhere. What's up with that?
She looked silently as she listened in onto whatever was happening in the small building. She could hear a man yelling, but couldn't make out any words. She was quiet as she tried to make them out, but the sound was too muffled, as good as her ears were.
The voice was then quiet for a moment. She tried to listen for anything, but it soon wasn't difficult; she then heard gunshots.
I don't know what's going on in there, but I don't want to be involved!
She wanted to run as fast as she could, but she remained frozen. She couldn't figure out what was happening.
She watched as then a ninetales - a shiny ninetales - ran out of the building. A man came out behind her, pointing the gun at it.
She felt her heart lurch as she realized who the man was.
Her former trainer.
She found the will to move at that point. The man was aiming down the length of his pistol at the fleeing creature as she came down on top of him like a truck.
The man was in shock, seemingly not realizing that his gun was knocked out of his hand and had tumbled across the ground. He blinked a few times as his eyes came back into focus. He then experienced another wave of shock as he realized who it was that had come on top of him.
"Sw- Sw- Swampert…?" he said with disbelief. "I thought you were dead…"
She placed her left hand around his neck, causing him to freak out.
"Wait!" he shouted before she did so much as move her other arm back. "Please! Don't hurt me, I'm sorry!"
She froze with her right arm raised beside her head, hand balled in a fist. Her face showed that she wasn't up for playing games with him.
"I- I don't know what got into me." he said. He gasped for breath, grabbing the large hand on his neck. "I've gone to ruins since you've left. Please. Give me another chance."
She stayed there, motionless. She thought about it. She took into consideration what she had just seen, and was more than unsure. Then she realized that if he were to change it would be for the best, and if he was lying she would have one more reason to beat him to a pulp. She hadn't fought in a long time and kinda wanted to.
She slowly put her arm down, seeing what he would do. He watched her intently, his face showing believable fear.
She slowly got up off of him. Watching closely, she made sure he didn't try anything funny. Deep inside, she wanted to see him nice again, but she had a feeling such was a false hope.
She got off of him entirely, standing up like a human, towering over him.
He stumbled as he tried getting up. His muscles were obviously weak. He slightly shook as he stood.
He coughed, possibly from short-term damage caused by the Swampert putting her weight on top of him. For a moment she almost felt bad, but she snapped out of it relatively quickly.
His eyes locked with hers as he scooted himself back. His breathing was heavy, obviously terrified of his former party member. She had gotten much bigger since he had seen her last. She looked much stronger.
"Okay." he choked. "Thank you. It's… it's nice of you… to have mercy… on me... You probably feel that I deserve to be… punished…"
That's right. You do.
"But I'm just... I'm so sorry…"
He looked down and covered his face with his hands. "What have I done?" he muttered.
Wait, is he… crying?
"I could've been better to you… but I blew it!" he sobbed. "Things had to turn out this way, didn't they?"
She watched him, and started to hear the old him. He said those exact words when she was a Mudkip and was seriously injured in a battle - a definite loss from the start. She felt as if her heartstrings had been slightly tugged.
Despite the previous events, including what happened with the Ninetales, she decided that that would be something to be taken care of when the time was right. Knowing the Ninetales, she was certain they would take care of themselves pretty well. The Ninetales was a few hundred years old, after all.
She moved towards him slowly, trying her best to make sure that he wasn't doing anything tricky.
Watching intently, she reached over and set her large hand gently on his shoulder, thinking that he must be hurting pretty badly for it to drive him to act the way he does. He slowly looked up to her, making eye contact.
"You know I could've been better, you know that…"
She gently pulled him towards her and gave him a hug; the last thing either of them thought would happen.
He kept mumbling as she held him. Admittedly, there were times that she missed being with him, the times he was nice.
Unknown to her, he had one arm reached behind him. He slowly and steadily pulled something out of his back pocket.
I miss this. Spending time in his embrace, just enjoying our time like we us-
She was stopped mid-thought as she felt an agonizing, sharp pain in her left side. She froze and loosened her grasp on the man, stumbling back. She looked to the source of the pain, seeing a small serrated knife buried into her tough skin. She looked back to him, seeing that he enjoyed her pain.
"You forgot how good I am with acting." he said. "And with knives."
She clenched her teeth at the pain. She reached and pulled at the knife before feeling even more pain than before. She clenched her fists, looking up towards him with her head tilted downwards.
"Well, how stupid are you?" he teased. "The knife is serrated. The more you pull on it, the deeper it lodges into you."
Water started to well in her eyes from the pain. It was absolutely cruel.
What could ever drive someone to do such a horrible, horrific thing?
"You left me, now it's time for me to get my revenge." he taunted. Before he knew it, she had leaped onto him once more, but rather than directly on top of him, she jumped to his side, grabbing him by the side, swinging him around her in the direction she was moving, using the momentum to throw him.
He slammed into a tree at about 4 feet in the air, landing on his back in front of it.
He had barely recovered from the shock when he watched her charge towards him on all fours - something that she seemed to only do when furious, from what he remembered - jumped in the air, and landed right over him.
She crept up face to face with him until their noses almost touched. She slammed her fists into the ground one at a time, creating large indents where they were, shaking the ground on each impact. Face to face with each other, she let out an infuriated roar of some kind, something she hadn't exactly done before.
She remained in the same stance for a moment. She stared him down, him looking back at her, his chin raised, looking at her down his nose. His breathing was unsteady and through his teeth; he knew he had made a mistake from the start, and wanted it done and over with.
They remained motionless, and it seemed like time had frozen.
"You gonna kill me or what?" he said. "Might as well before I end up hurting the other four, right?"
She put a hand around his neck and pressed him into the tree.
"Torturing me will make me angrier, you know that." he said. "You know how I am."
Should I disable you? Or should I kill you outright?
He let out a sigh. "Doesn't it seem like I want to die, anyways?"
She glared at him.
Since when were you so dark? The things you're saying and doing are just awful…
The pain started to grow on her left side. The knife was still lodged there.
"Oh yeah, forgot to mention… that blade's material can be poisonous… better get it out before it does permanent damage… assuming it hasn't already."
Part of her believed him. He was a connoisseur of knives, and he knew everything there was to know about them.
Should I just leave him here?
She thought that wouldn't be a problem for now. She would have to come back for him later, but she needed attention. She started backing off of him, not breaking eye contact with him.
Beginning to turn around, she ended up nudging his gun that had been knocked away from him before. Looking down at it, she lifted a fist above it, and pounded it on top of the gun's barrel, crushing it. She didn't want him to have another opportunity to hurt her or anyone else with it.
She then turned around and left quickly, hoping to find someone to help her out. She was getting a little dizzy, losing a significant amount of blood. She didn't think much of anything bad of it, but more of 'just one of those things'.
The pain increased steadily - it soon became painful to breathe. She knew something had to be done about the knife, but where would she go? She was in the middle of nowhere.
Maybe I could backtrack to where I live. I'll go from there.
And so she did quite literally that. She quickly backtracked to where she lived.
Upon arrival, she chose to continue going in the direction she was already traveling.
After traveling for a significant amount of time, she eventually found a city, entering it as she came out of the wooded area she was in. At this point, the pain was unbelievably intense. She collapsed from it; she didn't have much ability to balance.
Gasping for air, she struggled to keep consciousness.
If I pass out, someone better find me.
She crawled forward a few more steps before she couldn't move any further. She had made to the side of a road where a small car, she saw, screeched to a halt.
A man, coming out of the car, ran up to her and inspected her, seeing what exactly happened to her.
"Are you okay?" he said to her. "Are you still awake?"
She looked up to him with what energy she had left. She let out a small huff of air.
"You're gonna be okay. Just stay awake for me, alright?" he pulled out his phone and tapped on it a few times before putting it to his ear.
He started talking to someone about the situation. He was soon done.
"Help is on the way." he said, kneeling next to her. He set his hand on her head and started to pet her.
"I'm sorry for whatever happened." he saw the knife, realizing that this wasn't an accident. "No one should ever have to go through something like this."
Her eyelids were getting heavy. It was hard to keep them open, but she didn't want to be defeated.
The man tried his best to comfort her, but it was difficult. He didn't know how to help, but he did his best.
Please, just let it stop… I don't care if I pass out, just let it stop…
Soon enough, she did, indeed, pass out.
"What are you doing, exactly?"
The ninetales opened her eyes. She saw Silver looking back at her. She had one of her paws on his face, lying directly in front of him.
She moved her paw off of him and quickly sat up. Silver sat up as well giving her a funny look.
"Imagine waking up like that yourself." he said to the ninetales. "Someone you just met?" He chuckled. He usually laughed off awkward situations.
She looked away from him, embarrassed.
Silver patted her head, catching her off guard. "It's alright. Don't worry about it."
She looked back towards him, then towards the laptop she was looking at the night before.
Silver noticed her curiosity of his computer. "You like my laptop?" he asked. He uncovered himself from the blankets and reached for the laptop. He grabbed it and set it on his lap. He opened it, and the screen lit up, displaying the code that he was working on the morning before.
The ninetales moved next to Silver, looking at the screen. She surveyed the text in the window. She then gave Silver a sly look, as if she knew what he was up to.
Silver noticed this, but said nothing. How could a Pokémon, probably never had seen a computer before, understand code anyways?
The ninetales was omnilingual. She had the ability to understand languages without much or any prior experience, and this included computer code. It was a very strange ability, but she wasn't exactly what you would call normal.
Silver typed and edited as the ninetales looked on with him. He kept trying to get around problems, and, after a while, he succeeded with his troubleshooting.
He ran a command prompt to test the stability and simulate the program. It showed the percentages of completion of the tests as he sat and waited for them to complete. He was hoping that it would pass.
The tests completed, and it showed the program was stable, 0 errors found.
Silver looked to the ninetales and smiled. He grabbed the earpiece off of his table and hooked it up to his computer. He clicked a button, and the program downloaded to the earpiece. He unplugged it once it finished, and he put it on his right ear, and switched it on, looking at the ninetales.
He waited for her to do something, but she didn't, causing them to just stare at each other.
"Why do you intend on staring at me so much?" the ninetales asked. Silver heard the speech come through the earpiece's speaker.
Silver's let out a small coughing noise in amazement. He smiled, mouth gaping.
"Yes! It works!" he said. "I can understand you!"
The ninetales gave him a funny look. "You what now?"
"Yeah!" he said. "I've been working at this forever! I can't believe it finally worked!"
She stood up and looked at him blankly. "That's certainly something, now isn't it?" she said sarcastically.
"Sure is!" he said back. He was still excited about his new creation. He found a way to understand Pokémon!
"So…" the ninetales said. "What's the practicality in such a device? I mean, you already get an idea of what we are thinking."
"The practicality?" Silver said. "It can help us brainstorm, help each other out, come across decisions, and be able to have actual conversations!"
"Okay…" she said. She didn't understand that most Pokémon couldn't speak telekinetically.
Silver started to calm down from his excitement. "So, as I asked earlier…" he said. "What exactly where you doing? I mean, the way you were lying next to me last night? Don't you find that at least a little weird?"
The ninetales paused to think of a way to explain her thoughts. Instead of starting with a long speech, she decided to keep it simple.
"So you wouldn't have another nightmare." she said. She seemed to have confidence in the statement.
Silver paused. "Huh?"
"Yeah. You heard me right. Your earpiece isn't broken. I didn't want you to have to deal with another nightmare."
Silver didn't say anything.
"You've been having nightmares recently. Of losing your friend, yes?"
Silver slowly nodded. He was utterly confused as to how she knew what she did.
"I stopped you from having another."
Silver collected his thoughts. "…how does that even work? I mean, you wouldn't have to put your paw on my face though!"
"Have you ever done your research?" the ninetales asked. "Look up my kind. You might learn a thing or two."
They stood, looking at each other.
"Go ahead. I'll wait." the ninetales said, sitting down, getting herself comfortable.
Silver slowly moved towards his laptop. He picked it up, and looked up 'Ninetales'.
He searched through a few links, and eventually found a few points that caught his interest. One in particular, however, blew his mind entirely.
'Ninetales casts a sinister light from its bright red eyes to gain total control over its foe's mind.'
Silver closed his laptop and set it down. "You can control my mind…" he said. He sat down on his bed and let that sink in. "But, only if we're looking at each other. I was asleep."
"I'm not exactly a normal ninetales, either." The ninetales hopped onto his bed and sat next to him. "I can also read it." she said.
Silver took a deep breath. "Okay…"
"Don't worry about any personal business. I don't hold those kind of things over anyone's heads. Your secrets are safe with me."
Silver was quiet for a moment. "Thanks…?" he said in a questionable tone. He wasn't sure whether to be thankful or mad. She would just get into his thoughts like that? Or was she lying?
She understood what he was going through. Everyone felt the same way about this kind of thing, it's the reason it's hard for her to be who she is at times.
"I know it's a difficult thing to understand and all, but it means that I'll be able to understand you better, right?" she said.
Silver looked at her. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, I-"
"I didn't mean that I wanted you to explain it!" Silver was upset with it. "If you can read my mind, you would understand that too, wouldn't you?"
"Well, sorry!" she said, taking a step back. "Didn't mean to burst your bubble!"
"Things don't always go your way though, do they?"
"Apparently not!" She didn't know why they were arguing all of the sudden. "I'm just trying to help you out!"
Silver was about to throw another statement out, but he realized that he was being stupid. He sat down and calmed himself down.
"I'm sorry…" he said, taking a breath. "I just… have my moments…"
The ninetales moved back towards him, lied down next to him, and set her head down on his lap, looking at him.
"I'm the one that should be sorry…" she said. "I intruded into something personal of yours. I shouldn't have."
Silver sighed. "You're alright. I'm not mad at you, it's just…" he thought on it. "It just took me by surprise. That's all."
She smiled. She was thankful for him finding her.
Silver looked at her leg. He had forgotten about it. "How's your leg doing?" he asked her.
"My leg?" she said. She looked at her leg. "Fine, I'd assume."
"That's good." Silver said. "It might take a few days for it to fully heal, but you're lucky you don't have a broken bone. The bullet didn't go through your leg entirely."
She nodded. "Yeah…"
Silver noticed that she seemed deep into thought. "Something wrong?"
"No." she said. "I'm just… thinking…"
"About?"
"Nothing you should worry about." she said.
"Come on." Silver said. "You get all up into my every thought, but you won't tell me about one of yours?"
She sighed. "I just don't want you to worry. I can't stand it when others worry."
Silver understood. "Talking about things makes you feel better, you know."
She slowly stood up. "I'll tell you later if it becomes an issue. I promise."
Silver stood up as well as the ninetales hopped off of his bed. "You do that."
They both left the room. "Want something to eat?"
The ninetales was a little surprised. "You would do that?"
"Well, yeah." he said. "Anything for a friend."
The Ninetales thought on it. A friend? This kid was really nice. She thought she had mood swings.
"You can get yourself whatever you want to get in the kitchen, I'm sure Spark won't have a problem showing you what we have." he said. "I'm gonna get a change of clothes and take a shower."
"Ha!" the Ninetales laughed. She gave him a funny look with a smile. "How long did it take for you to think of that one?"
"Oh, ha ha." Silver said back, taking the earpiece off. "At least I don't smell you."
The Ninetales gave him a playful glare. "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend."
Silver then grabbed some clothes and left for the bathroom. The ninetales got up and left the room, looking for Spark.
She left the room and looked out into the hall, not seeing anyone. She went down the hall, going into the living room that she was in the day before. There, she saw Spark, lying down on the couch. Spark watched as she entered the room.
"How's your leg?" Spark asked in a rather low pitch.
"Better…" the ninetales said. "It's not as bad."
Spark nodded. "So, what's your name?"
The ninetales paused. "My name?"
"Yeah, your name."
"Uh…" she didn't know an easy way to explain. "I… don't have… a name…"
Spark was confused. "What do you mean you don't have a name? What do you expect me to call you? 'It'?"
She sighed, slowly shaking her head. "I don't know… Ninetales, I guess…"
Spark thought. "What do you want to be called?"
The ninetales was caught off guard by the question. "I never really thought about that before… I don't really care that much… so I guess it doesn't really matter."
"Of course it does!" Spark insisted. "Your name says a lot about you. Trust me."
She thought once more. "Do you think Silver should name me?"
Spark shook his head, looking at the ground. "That's your call. Your name, not mine."
She nodded. That was probably what she was going to do.
"So, uh…" she wanted to start a different conversation. "How long have you been with Silver?"
Spark thought, doing the math in his head. "I'd say… around 7 years or so."
The ninetales nodded before sitting down. "How old are you, exactly?"
Spark thinks on it once again. These weren't hard to figure out, but he just wasn't asked at all.
"Hmm…" he hummed. "I've probably been around for… 13 years? I'm younger than Silver, he's 16."
She nodded. "I guess you're a little younger than me, huh?"
"What do you mean?" he asked. "You're like, 20 years old, right?"
"Ha!" she laughs. "I'd still be a vulpix!"
"Then how old are you then?" Spark asked, sitting up. For once, he was genuinely curious.
"Around 374." she says.
Spark was taken off guard. "What?" he didn't believe it.
"Yeah." she chuckled. His surprised reaction was entertaining.
"That's not possible!" Spark said. "Even humans only live up to 100!"
She chuckled once more. "My kind can live up to 1000."
Spark took a deep breath, shaking his head, looking at the ground. He didn't believe it, but there was no proof against it.
"I've got to admit…" Spark said, looking back to her with a slight smile. "That's really cool."
The ninetales shrugged. "It's just how it is, I guess."
"Yeah…" Spark said. "But you don't look old, though! You look like you're really young!"
"Well, I am." she said. "Just not by your standards."
Spark put it together. She was young at almost 400?
"How does it work?" Spark questioned. "It doesn't make sense."
The ninetales thought. "I'm not really sure, myself." she said. "It's just how it is."
Spark shook his head slightly. "How could you, like, stand living for that long?" he asked. "I mean, your life is so long, you'd get tired of it, right?"
"I could explain if you want…" she started. "But I sincerely doubt you would understand."
"Oh, really?" Spark said. "You think I wouldn't understand what you say?"
"Not in the slightest." she stated. "You have to remember that I am about 29 times your age."
Spark shook his head. "Go ahead, then. Serenade me."
She chuckled. "Do you even know what 'serenade' means? I'm not singing!"
Spark was confused. "Is that what it means?" He felt stupid.
"Yup." she said. "You basically just told me to sing to you."
Spark chuckled. "That's not exactly what I meant…"
"Well, I can't sing, so I'm glad." she joked.
"Anyways, back on topic." Spark said. "You said I wouldn't understand you?"
"Ah, yes." she refocused on their previous topic. "There is a reason that I don't go crazy, or whatever you say."
"Alright, then what would that reason be?"
'Well…" she started. "You know how you do math, use numbers in numerical order?"
"Yeah…" Spark didn't think this was difficult.
"Well, a lot of the time, your mind things exponentially, such as 1, 3, 9, 21, so on and so forth."
Spark nodded.
"The same principal applies to age. You ever notice how time seems to go faster and faster as you get older? That's because your mind is thinking in that pattern. As you get older, the years you live are shorter and shorter in comparison to what you have already lived; if you have already lived two years, another two years seems like a lot. But if you had lived, say, 500 years, 2 years seems like it isn't anything. That's because your mind thinks exponentially, and so time seems to go quicker, since you have already lived that amount of time so many times."
She sits down. "That's the short version."
Spark nods. "I totally understood that."
She gives him a sly look. "Did you?"
"Nope."
She chuckles. "You'll see soon enough."
Spark nods once again. "But how do you know this?"
"Well, when you've lived around 400 years, you learn a thing or two."
Spark nodded. He really liked this ninetales. He hadn't been in such a good mood for quite a while.
"So," the ninetales started. "What do you do for fun around here?"
"Fun?" Spark repeated. He never really organized things in his mind. He wasn't good at that. "Well, I personally like to go and train with Silver." he said. "But, that's just me. Surely you would be bored of such a thing, being older than my great grandparents, and all."
She slightly tilted her head. "Do you mean that, or are you just afraid I'd kick your butt?"
Spark perked up. "Is that a challenge?"
"Take it how you see fit." the ninetales responded, with a small grin. She hadn't competed in a long time. "You tell me."
"Heh." Spark chuckled. "You don't know me."
She raised an eyebrow. "I know more than you'd think."
"Sure you do." Spark replied.
"Don't believe me?"
"Not at all." Spark slightly believed it, but didn't show it. He was sure she knew a little about him, but basic details, if anything. "Prove it. Tell me something maybe even I wouldn't remember."
"Hmm…" she thought. She had seen Silver's memories already, and tried to think of something pointless that no one else would know.
"Well…" she started. "I know that at one point, you told Silver to make something that would make you remember everything… You told him to put it in a hamburger, and call it the 'remem-burger'." She couldn't help but smile; the thought was rather silly.
Spark thinks. "Oh, yeah. I remember that." he paused. "Well, if he'd actually made it, I would've remembered that!"
The ninetales chuckled. "Well, now you have me around. You don't need to!"
Spark nodded. "Okay, you win. But how did you know?"
"I'm not giving away my secrets!" she said. "There wouldn't be a point to making that little burger-whatsit if I told you!"
"Ha!" Spark said. "As if that was going to happen. That was a long time ago."
The ninetales shook her head. "If you say so…"
Spark jumped down off of the couch, standing in front of her. "Are we going to 'compete', then?"
"Well…" she started, looking to her leg. She was still injured, but she knew it would heal quickly. "My leg is still messed up… but I can still take you."
Spark was surprised. She was going to challenge him, even with a messed up leg?
Spark felt legitimately worried for himself. She meant it, and that could mean that he could be in danger if she was as good at fighting as she said she was.
"Y- you sure?" he asked. He was nervous, knowing that she meant business, but it wasn't in his blood to turn down a battle.
"What do you think?" she said. "Are you scared?"
"What? No!" Spark lied. "Why would I be scared of you?"
"You tell me, scaredy-cat." she teased.
He sighed. "Okay, then. Let's settle it."
The ninetales smiled. "Great." she said. "Let's take this outside."
Spark nodded and led the way out back.
Silver finished cleaning up after his shower. He put everything away, and dried up any water that had gotten onto the floor.
He left out to the living room that the others were in just a moment ago. He walked in and noticed that neither of them were there.
Where could they be? he wondered. His eyes scanned the room, not seeing them.
He walked to the window and looked outside. He saw them training together, and didn't know what to think. Sure, it was cool that they weren't trying to kill each other, but the ninetales still needed to heal.
He walked back to the middle of the living room and sat on the couch. He flipped on the TV to catch up with the news.
Nothing really interesting went on. Just weather forecasts and whatnot.
The two came inside a little while later. Spark seemed exhausted while the ninetales was perfectly fine.
"Well, I see how that turned out." Silver said, giving a small grin. "Feel weak yet?"
"Nah." he said. "I do think I've met my match though." he looked to the ninetales. "For now."
"Please." she muttered. They both moved near Silver to see what he was up to.
Spark hopped up onto the sofa while the ninetales simply sat on the floor, fairly content. They both looked to the TV to see what he was watching.
"Nothing really exciting." he said. "Just a few simple news stories have been on today. Other than that, just weather."
"Alright." Spark said. Silver remembered that Spark didn't know that he could understand them. He decided to wait for him to figure it out on his own.
They basically sat there watching the news. At one point, there was a story that wasn't so dull.
It was a story about someone finding a swampert on the side of a street yesterday, badly beaten up. They said that she was currently being takena under care, expecting for her to be there for a while. They described one wound in particular, a knife wound in the left side. Apparently the knife seemed to be hand made, not bought, so it would be difficult to trace to anyone with records of purchase. It was serrated, and was still there when she was brought into care.
"No…" the ninetales said. "No, no no no no no…"
"What's the matter?" Spark turned to her.
"I- I know her…" she stuttered. "I hope she's okay…"
"They said she'd be alright, it'll just take a while." Silver said.
Spark froze. He turned to Silver slowly. He didn't say anything but Silver already knew what he didn't expect.
"Oh, yeah." Silver said. "Remember that thing that I was doing on my laptop?"
Spark didn't move or say anything.
Silver removed the earpiece from his ear and showed him. "It worked. Now I can understand you."
Spark started turning back away from him. Okay then… he thought. He felt strange about it.
"Let's hope she'll make it… Silver, think we could visit?"