The Beldum gave a sigh as he waifed down to the beach, Peliper and Wingull squawking in the distance. Bubbles glittered and danced in the breeze, taking no time in going to any certain place. Many of their reflections shimmered off of the ocean water, the making them glitter a beautiful color; they were all like rainbows as they twinkled like fireflies or faries. It was a magnificent sight that would make you loose your breath, Gizmo thought as he slowed to a stop near a large rock on the beach, his usual spot when he came down here to think or relax. It was really peaceful and nice, in a thought; not many people ever visited the beach unless they were going into the cave near by for rookie missions from the Guild or just to explore. Which was why he liked it so much; there weren't many people there, no one to bother him.
Gizmo gave a hearted sigh, his mind washed away with the sight. He didn't get why his brother didn't like it here; it was so scencre and quiet. And the scenery during the evening was one you would remember for a lifetime….. While his older brother was much of loud, noisy, and often incompetent, and really quite the opposite of his younger brother. Gizmo never had the heart to tell him, but Shock could be a little obnoxious when it came right down to it. He was loud, which often gave his younger brother a headache. He was headstrong; he never listened to what his brother had to say, even though he could be very important, such as a warning or what not; which was of course usual for him. And he often rushed into things without thinking. That could get your self hurt if you weren't careful. Then again, Shock did have a higher Defense than he did, so really it didn't hurt him as much such as when he used Take Down. So really, that was a plus for him, he could only guess. Where as anything with the word Special in front of it, Gizmo had upped; maybe because he was smaller, or because he was much smarter with his moves and items that he held on him than his brother was. He couldn't really guess on that part.
Thinking about his brother, he could only sadly remember the Guild as well. The Guild… Ever since they washed up on the beach a few months ago, Shock had eagerly wanted to join the place because of the stories he heard from the towns' folk. Of course Gizmo thought otherwise; he knew that they should probably find their way home as soon as possible, even though Gizmo would be less welcome than his brother would be. The small Beldum held back a sigh of sadness; yes, sadly, his brother was more wanted than he was. Maybe because he was stronger than his younger brother; Gizmo often got picked on by bullies back home, although he could never stand up for im self; his brother was the one to do that for him. He loved him because of that, sure, although the thought of merely being ignored again….. Sure, staying in Treasure Town and perhaps joining the guild….. That did sound like a much better plan than going back home. Home wasn't meant for them, obviously.
A sudden sliding sound, and again his "little" treasure was on the ground, the Beldum looking at it longingly. He had found it merely while he and his brother were exploring back home, and while Shock didn't think anything of it, Gizmo knew that it was something special. What kind of special, he really didn't know. Which was one reason why part of him wanted to join the Guild in the first place; perhaps that by joining the Guild, traveling, and doing missions as his brother wanted, he could find out what this Relic Fragment was, and where it came from. Eying the piece, he could merely wonder why he couldn't do this; he thought that having this would help him in joining the Guild.
"I thought this would help make me more brave," Gizmo said aloud, to no one in particular. "I thought I would be able to join this time; I won't be able to become smarter than I already am unless I travel around. My goal will be useless if I don't go at it, right?" The small Pokémon gave a sigh before picking his Relic Fragment back up before looking back at the sky; if there were any more bubbles, they would have blanketed the sky. But Gizmo didn't mind; they were all so pretty. "If only everyone else could see what I see," sighed the Beldum, before shaking his head. [Which technically was his body, his "head" was so connected to his body he could barely move it.] "I can't believe I'm such a coward! Oh, if only I wouldn't have to make these stupid descions by my self."
As if on cue, a groan sounded; Gizmo gave a startled sound, almost too high pitched to be a males as he frightendly looked around. He never liked being surprised, nor did he when he didn't know where it was coming from. He first looked back to the stairs, then behind him, then down to the other side of the beach…. Wait, was that a body? Gizmo gulped, realizing it to be what looked like a Dusclops fainted on the beach. Slowly Gizmo looked around to see if anyone else was around – if he was so lost in thought that he let someone get attacked, the attacker –or attackers – could come back and get him too because he was a witness – before staring back at the fainted Pokémon. He knew he should help it, but he didn't know if it was a good Pokémon or not. And he couldn't just leave a wounded Pokémon there on the beach. With another look around and a gulp, slowly Gizmo waifed over to the passed out Pokémon, mute for a minute as he looked it over.
"E-erm, excuse me! H-hey, are you okay?" Gizmo asked in a moderately loud voice, gently trying to give the Ghost Type a nudge with his head without freaking out. "Hey, c-can you hear me? P-please, wake up!"
"Urg, huh?" finally came a response form the fainted Pokémon, and slowly began to move. His almost small arms – thinner than a usual Dusclops – slowly hoisted him up, and for a moment he looked as if he was in some amount of pain. "Neh, W.. What happened?" asked the Beckon Pokémon as he wavered up from his knees, his left hand touching what would be his forehead. In all honestly, he looked more confused than the Beldum did frightened, however Gizmo could only give a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness you're okay!" Gizmo exclaimed with a relived expression. "For a minute there, I thought you were really hurt. Or worse!" The Beldum gave a nervous chuckle before looking around. "Erm, speaking of which... How did a Dusclops like you end up in a place like this?"
"Dusclops?" the Ghost-Type exclaimed, giving Gizmo a funny look. /"W-what're you talking about? I'm…. I'm a human, aren't I?"/b
"Human?" Gizmo questioned before a small chuckle. "You must be delusional. You look like any normal Dusclops to me. Well, except for the eye, at least. Other than that... Well, I don't even know what a "human" looks like, to tell you the truth."
Quickly, the Dusclops looked into the ocean the stood next to, and he could help but mope that the Beldum was right; he did look like a Dusclops. But…. But why Wasn't he supposed to be a human? Now that he thought about it, he really couldn't remember. He felt so confused, he really didn't know what was going on right now. He blinked once, hoping that he was seeing an illusion, however his mind wasn't playing tricks on him; he was still a Pokémon. How strange; if he was a Pokémon, then why would he have the memory of being a human and nothing more. The Dusclops gave a sigh as Gizmo spoke.
"You must just have really bad amnesia or something," Gizmo piped up, making the Dusclops bring his attention back to the smaller Pokémon. "I've heard people with amnesia whom begin thinking something totally different than who they were before, so I wouldn't be surprised if you... Oh, sorry I'm rambling on, aren't I?" Gizmo gave an apologetic chuckle. "Sorry, I tend to do that. You can tell me to shut up if I start to annoy you."
"No, no, it's alright," the Dusclops said in reply, and almost felt sorry for the little guy; he could honestly tell he was nervous, though he couldn't tell what for. He couldn't read minds…. Hopefully. "I don't know if I've ever heard worse, so I really can't complain." The Beldum gave a chuckle in return, and for a moment he seemed to relax.
"You know," Gizmo said slowly, "for a minute there I thought you were a bad Pokémon. But I guess I was wrong, huh?" The Beldum chuckled, although the Dusclops held back a face. "My name's Gizmo, by the way. Do you have one?... Or can you not remember that?"
'My... Name?' the Dusclops thought, looking down to the sand in a train of thought that wouldn't come back to him. 'I know I have one, although I can't seem to remember it directly…. Why can't I?'
"If you can't think of it, no worries," Gizmo said reassuringly. "I don't mind being told later. Although... You're lucky I'm not my brother. He doesn't have enough patience, I should warn you."
"No, no, it's okay," said the Dusclops, popping his head back up to look at the Beldum again, a small smile on his, erm, face. "My name's Dolland."
"Dolland?" Gizmo repeated, and not it was his turn to become lost in thought. "You know, I've heard of a lot of names, although I don't think I have heard of the name Dolland. He he, well, you defiantly are different." Dolland gave a small grin at that; well, at least he knew that he wasn't normal, which he hoped was a good thing on his part. "You know, now that I think about it," Gizmo continued almost gleefully, "Your name is pretty unique. Kind of like me. Not my brother, though; his name is Shock."
Shock? Gizmo was right….. That name really didn't sound too unique. Dolland seemed to ponder to him self for a moment, obviously confused. [Not on the subject of names anymore, obviously.] So wait…. H e washed up on a beach, when Gizmo happened to pass by? Well, then what happened before that? How did he manage to fall into the ocean, that washed him here? It was really confusing, almost making his brain hurt just thinking about it. This was defiantly a hard mystery to figure out, especially if you didn't have your memory with you.
"You know, you're lucky I found you when I did," Gizmo said, breaking Dolland away from his thoughts. "I was coming here to think, when I noticed you here. No one really comes here that often, so you could have been here for, like, a long while." Dolland again smiled; now Gizmo seemed relaxed, and what ever he was worried about, he apparently wasn't anymore. "Me and my brother, you see, we were planning to join the Guild here. We have been trying to for the past few months. I was hoping my treasure would help me this time- " gently Gizmo set his Relic Fragment on the sand to show Dolland, "- but it really hasn't helped. It has a really strange pattern, and my brother and I found it while we were searching... erm, back home."
'He's right,' Dolland thought, looking over the rock with the strange pattern atop it. 'I really haven't seen a pattern like this…. I think. I wonder where this could have come from. Probably not from any normal place; maybe it's meant for something.' Gently Gizmo picked back up his treasure and continued speaking.
"I know, I am a coward," he spoke. "I really don't have a lot of courage; my brother is the one who has all of that, and he's the fighter out of the two of us, too." Gizmo sighed. "I guess I'll never be able to join the Guild with him, huh?"
"Nonsense," Dolland said in a fairly large voice, startling Gizmo and a few nearby Krabby still blowing their bubbles. "You know, if you're always down on yourself, you really won't be able to do much in the future; what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, that's what I think." Gizmo blinked for a moment.
"Y-you really think so?" he stammered out, before his sad expression again turned to a happy one. "Gee, Dolland, thanks for trying to cheer me up." He spoke happily that time, making Dolland smile as well.
However in the next moment, Dolland could have sworn that he heard footsteps. A split second later. He could barely remember grabbing Gizmo's shoulders trying to slow him down. Two creatures had, in a quickly dash, ran into the smaller Pokémon, knocking something out of his grip. Gizmo gave an "EEP!", however he didn't look hurt; just overly frightened as he turned to see a Poochyena and a Chameleon standing before them, evil grins on their faces.
"H-hey, what was that for?" Dolland spoke up in an angered voice, obviously not happy in what they had just done.
"Never mind that," said the Chameleon cold-heartily, and quickly dashed forward. "We'll be taking this," he said, as if in an order, picking up the Relic Fragment off of the ground with an evil grin.
"H-hey," Gizmo finally peeped up, moving forward slightly. "M-my treasure. G-give me that back!"
"And what're ya gunna' do 'bout it?" retorted the Poochyena, stepped forward with a slight growl. Instantly, Gizmo squirmed, backing off with a frightened look. Both Pokémon laughed.
"See Roman, I told ya!" snorted the Chameleon. "That kid is a total coward! Getting this from him was so easy!"
"Yeah, guess ya were roight, Poison," nodded the Poochyena in return. "Now let's get outta 'ere 'fore anyone catches us!" The Chameleon merely nodded, and instantly they dashed past the two other Pokémon, Dolland still quite stunned, and into the nearby cave.
"W-wait!" Gizmo meekly cried after them, but it was already too late. Gizmo gave a slight sob, obviously sad that he couldn't stand up for him self. [AGAIN.] "Oh no!" he cried sorrowfully. "My brother's going to be really mad I let them take that from me like that! Oh, what am I going to do?"
Instantly Dolland felt a pang of sadness. He knew that he probably could have done something to stop them, although eh really didn't know what that was. And now the Beldum had lost his treasure, he seemed more than just upset. After a moment of thinking, and Gizmo moping, Dolland finally spoke up to the Beldum.
"H-hey, you know," he said slowly, waiting for Gizmo to sniffle and turn before speaking on. "I-I can help you. I mean, it's the least I can so since I really didn't do anything to stop them either."
"R-realy?" cried the Beldum, over-joyed. "Y-you'd do that for me?"
Dolland nodded, making Gizmo nearly jump for joy. "T-thank you, t-thank you so much!" I won't be able to do much, though I'll watch your back so no one will jump you."
"No problem," chuckled Dolland, somewhat happy for helping the Beldum
Quickly shock turned and led the Dusclops into the Beach Cave, a small jingling sound following them in. And who knew that this small adventure would start a journey of many great adventures and clues to their mystery.
One man once wrote: "A journey of a thousand miles, starts with a single step."