Warning: I do not own or claim to own Pokemon or any of the original characters from the show in any way shape or form. My own OC's are mine though, sorry.
"Grandpa! Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa!" I yelled, running through the halls as Persian and my governess gave chase. "Move it you low ranking sleazy buneary!" I yelled, grunts rushing to move out of my way as I pushed past them and to Grandpa Giovanni's real office. Not his comfy, woody, dark study, but his cold, metal, industrial office that he held most of his meetings in.
I quickly came to a stop as the grunts guarding the door didn't move. "Open the door now." I commanded, holding my cracking and trembling egg to my chest, my serious face displayed for the world. "Sorry kid, go play somewhere else. Boss is too busy right now to play with you." The guard stated, a second guard laughing as the first smiled.
Well, I wasn't a bad kid, so when I threw a temper tantrum it got ugly. By the time Persian and my governess had caught up the first guard was on the floor holding his leg which we would later learn I had broken. In the next thirty seconds it took for my grandpa and his advisors to get to and open the door the other guard and my governess were also on the floor watching in awe as I kicked and screamed while Persian held me above the floor by the seat of my pants, looking as worried as a Pokémon with a mouth full of human child could. My egg somehow was still clutched tight to my chest as it rocked and moved itself, in fact the egg looked like it was having its own temper tantrum as it swayed and glowed in my tiny arms, threatening to jump out of them at any second.
"What is the meaning of this?" Brook demanded as Persian walked up and dropped me at my grandpa's feet and I burst into tears. "And why are the governess, and grunts 2587 and 698 lying around when obviously they're not doing their job?" Brook added fiercely. "She just came out of nowhere sir; I think she broke 2587 leg sir. And the governess was bit and I think she broke my wrist sir." The grunt who was earlier called 698 reported.
"Why did you do this Keeran? You hurt at least three people today." Grandpa Giovanni addressed, picking me up. "It's not nice to actually hurt people when they didn't deserve it or weren't in your way." He said as I sobbed. "Now tell me, what has the birthday girl crying?"
"I broke it, and she said that that meant that the baby Pokémon was dead and I knew you would know what to do because it was all shaky and glowed and I didn't want my baby Pokémon to be dead and I knew that you would know what to do to make it alive again and so I ran away and she and Persian chased me, and the grunts were in my way so I called them low ranking sleazy bunearies and then they told me that you were too busy but you always say that if it's an absolute emergency that I could come get you and interrupt you from anything and I thought this counted but they still wouldn't let me in and I don't want my baby Pokémon to be dead!" I shot out all in one long breathe before collapsing into his chest to cry. He simply rubbed circles into my back and waited for me to catch my breath as the group in his office looked on in amazement.
"Keeran." "Yes grandpa Giovanni?" "There is no need for you or your egg to throw a tantrum dearest." "What?" "It's not dying it's just hatching my dear."
There's our next installment, sorry it took so long, things have been crazy around my house recently. Enjoy and review please!