I don't own Pokemon, but Harold is mine to torment.
Tommy, Kimberly, Lil, Figs, Sparks, Autumn, and Snippy were made by me as far as personalities and character designing goes.
It's a free country, but stealing is still stealing.
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Ch.7 Dark Troubles
12-6-08
(Harold's POV)
....I'm gonna explode again!.... I thought as I ran for the window. With the note still in my hand.
*POOF*
The note disappeared with a small puff of smoke.
*Bam*
The window was shut and very strong to boot.
"Hey, what's all with all the racket in there?"
"That's the surprise that I wanted to tell you," that kid, Tommy walked in with some older woman and an older man.
"Nya?"
"Oh my," the woman stood in shock when she saw me.
"So you got yourself a Meowth," the man chuckled, "that figures."
"Dear," the woman started.
"The guy at the Adoption Center said that his name was Harold," Tommy stated as he motioned for me to come to him.
....At least Nanashi let me keep my name.... I sighed as I walked to him..... this still sucks.... I'm a freak'n meowth...this sucks to the point of.....wow, behind the ears again...
"But I was thinking about changing it," Tommy said. I couldn't object at the moment, even though I wanted to.
"No, I think Harold is a okay name," his mother argued with a sad voice.
"So, what was the reason for this one to be put up for adoption," the father asked.
"The guy at the counter couldn't say," Tommy thought, "he just said that he was giving his previous owner trouble."
"Are you sure that you can handle him," the father took something out from his pocket.
"Of course I can," Tommy said as he stopped scratching me, "and would you mind not smoking in my house dad?"
"(Smoke?)," my ears perked up.
"Maybe we should get him a collar," the mother suggested. As I leaped for the box in the father's hands, somebody caught me by the scruff.
"Yes, a collar would do very nicely," an evil voice rang through my ears as my body was turned to face my captor, "maybe something black with spikes."
It was a monster. Its violet hair was a mess. Its face was pale, but its eyes and lips were black and outlined with metal rings. Its eyes were a deep dark red. It wore dark robes that had red lining and two necklaces with five metal pendants on each. Instinctively, I swiped at the creature before me.
"Oh look," the demon spoke in such a way that it sent chills so far up my spine that I had a brain freeze, "I think that he's trying to rip my face off."
"Yoru, put Harold down," Tommy said as he took me from the gothic demon, "can't you see that you're scaring him."
"Good," Yoru said in his mellow tone, "maybe then he can learn a proper Fury Swipes attack."
"He's not a fighter, Yoru," Tommy said.
"I can see it," Yoru grinned, "he has the spirit of a legendary."
"He has declawed claws," their mother stated rubbing my paws.
..... Why Nanashi, why?.... I can't defend myself without my claws...... What am I thinking!....Gah!....
*bam* *bam* *bam* "(Out of my head!)" *bam* *bam* *bam* "(Out of my head!)" *bam* *bam* *bam* "(Out of my head!)" *bam* *bam* *bam*
"Um, What is he doing?"
"He's banging his head on the wall."
"I take back what I said about his spirit," Yoru stated.
"You never know," Tommy defended me, "maybe he hears a Pichu in there."
"And what? He thinks that he can get it out with just his head?"
(???????? POV)
In a world of darkness and shadows, a Dusknoir floats to a great towering figure. The towering figure could have been mistaken for a lifeless building.
"WHY HAVE YOU RETURNED HERE ALONE?"
"A little complication sir," the Dusknoir saluted.
"COMPLICATION!!! WHERE IS SHE?!!!," the dark space shook violently. Dusknoir covered its head.
"YOU WERE TO BRING HER HERE. HOW HARD COULD THAT BE? EVEN G-CLASS REAPERS COULD ACCOMPLISH THAT."
"I was unable to obtain her soul," Dusknoir trembled.
"YOU LOST HER SOUL!!!!"
"No, my lord, not lost, I was unable to obtain her soul," Dusknoir had trouble saying the last part of his defense, "she, lived."
"SHE'S ALIVE!!!"
Again the space shook in such a way, that you would think that the ceiling would have collapsed.
Dusknoir was almost afraid to answer, "y-e-ye-yes my Lord."
"SHE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO SURIVE!!!"
"I realize that my Lord," the Dusknoir was interrupted by a new voice.
"But none the less," the tower turned to see who it was speaking, "she did and there's nothing you can do about it."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY TERRITORY?"
"I thought that I'd bring you some flowers," a little creature held up a bouquet of colorful flowers that shines even in the darkness.
"I DON'T NEED OF YOUR STINKING FLOWERS!"
"But, they're so pretty."
"I WANT THE SOUL YOU TOOK FROM ME!"
"I don't have souls," she said, "only flowers."
"YOU SAVED HER AGAIN DIDN'T YOU!!!"
"I haven't used my powers on anything 'sept flowers all day!"
"WHAT ABOUT YESTERDAY NIGHT?"
"Not at all!"
"LIAR, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE IN THE WORLD THAT HAS THE POWER TO HEAL SUCH A DECEASE"
"Why would I lie? I need my sleep too you know. I know that there needs to be a balance and not everyone can live," the creature looked down sadly, "Even flowers have to die sometimes."
"WELL, IF IT WASN'T YOU THEN WHO WAS IT?"
The small creature shrugged, planted the bouquet of flowers into the none existent ground, and walked away. This left the towering Pokemon to ponder.
"DUSKNOIR," The tower's red eyes pierced into the very being that was Dusknoir, "FIND CELEBI. THERE'S SOMETHING THAT I NEED HIM TO FIND OUT FOR ME."
(MY POV)
I had just posted chapter six of this fanfic. I had put the story on hiatus in hopes that, this time, the story would stop writing on it's own. The next day I found the above already written.
Obviously... I'm in trouble.
IF you don't know who that Pokemon was, then you are lucky enough to be ignorant. I know that I made this fanfic for revenge, but even Harold doesn't deserve what I had accidentally unleashed on him. This fanfic had taken a life of its own. There had to be something that I could do.
I couldn't risk helping Harold any further.
He's on his own.
Oh man, he's dead.
I had to do something, but what?
I looked on my computer and previous chapters and made a vital conclusion. I had a bit of rewriting to do.
(Autumn's POV)
... Have to hurry.... can't run any faster.... please, I want to go home.... leave me alone.... don't take me back there....
My destination was in sight when I heard someone call, "(Autumn!)"
.... No, not now.... please... I'm so close....
I was getting closer. "(Autumn.)"
.....so close....
"(Autumn, wake up)," Snippy slapped me. I blinked. I took me a moment to see who was talking to me.
"(Snippy?)," I felt the pain rise in my left cheek, "(what did you have to go and slap me for?)"
"(You kind of zoned out there, Berry.)," Poppy said.
"(Sorry, Poppy. I was just thinking.)"
"(Oh, and just what were you thinking about so hard?)"
I tried to remember, but my thought was gone. I shrugged my shoulders.
"(Well, what do you say that we head for home now?)," Poppy asked.
Snippy and I nodded. Both of them got a head start, while I stayed for an extra second to look at the 'thing' with funny colors on it. It meant something to me, sometime ago, but now it was almost meaningless to me. The only value that I had to me now was that it had meant something to me before, but I couldn't remember what.
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Working on little ideas right now. MY first college semester is officially over for me.
But I couldn't stay away from my writing, even for a lame story like this.
There may not be a lot of people who like this work, but I still love working on it. I can't stay on Hiatus unless I have to.
Hope to update a few more times before my trip.