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Disclaimer: He must never own Pokemon, or terrible things will happen...
Takahiro looked down from inside the white net. A small number of little pokemon were hiding in the bushes and looking up at him. Takahiro stood and reached up to a knot in the net. He cursed himself for getting caught in the terribly made trap. Had he not carelessly ran around like a deranged maniac, he wouldn't have set off the trap.
The knot was too high to reach from his height. He cursed himself once more. He forced himself to think positively. "I could have died or something. Probably not that bad."
The pokemon below shuffled and squeaked. They were wondering who was upsetting their home. Underneath the sound of the small pokemon was the sound of a larger pokemon. It swiftly ran around silently and climbed up the tree upholding the trap. His legs jumped up to the tree branches and his paws quietly crawled on the tree bark. He shuffled closer to the net without making a sound.
Almost there. . . . Takahiro thought. He thought of jumping up and grabbing the knot. Would it work? He risked it anyways, and jumped. The split second he had his hand on the knot, a look of pure terror rushed through his face. A crack split the air and sent the branch down to the ground. Takahiro screamed. All the pokemon scampered away from the scene. All except for one pokemon.
Takahiro felt something tugging on his left leg. He sat up to look at the creature. Before he could process anything, however, the pokemon jumped onto his face and ran away. Takahiro buried his face into his hands and groaned. After his breakdown party, he looked at his leg.
"What?!" He touched a hole in the leg. The creature had bit into the metal and ripped some plates out. "You've got to be kidding me. . . ." he mumbled.
"Whoa!" a female voice cried. An older girl of eighteen appeared from behind some trees. She was tall and slim. Light brown hair fell to her waist in a long braid. "You got caught in my brother's trap! That's a first."
"For who?" Takahiro grumbled. He regretted saying it.
"Nee-san," a boy called, "what happened?"
"A kid triggered your trap." The girl grinned.
The boy appeared from the same direction the girl came from. He surprisingly looked similar to Takahiro. Black hair covered his hair neatly, whereas Takahiro had tousled hair. The both of them had a similar build, except the other boy looked more exposed to the wilderness, of course. And the two also were close in age. The similarities were enough to make both boys somewhat angry.
"This kid fell in my trap?" the boy scoffed. "He must be stupid."
"I am stupid," Takahiro countered, "for falling for such an exposed trap. It's almost embarrassing for me."
"Are you okay?" the girl asked. "I'm Nagisa, by the way. That's my brother, Takashi."
Great, he even shares the same characters as me, Takahiro thought.
"I'm Takahiro," he introduced. He saw Takashi grimace. "I'm fine." Wait. No, I'm not. "Actually, I don't think I can walk."
"Why?" Takashi asked.
"Something happened to my leg," Takahiro answered.
"Yeah, I can see it from here," Takashi mumbled.
"We can bring you to our house," Nagisa said. "Is that okay?"
Takahiro nodded. Nagisa then flashed a glare at her brother before he could retort. Both lifted Takahiro and walked him to their house.
Their house was simple. It was white and flowers bordered the house and the entryway. A large field was framed by a brown picket fence.
"I can stay out here," Takahiro announced.
Nagisa and Takashi placed Takahiro on one of the white chairs surrounding a blue table.
"So," Nagisa asked, "what exactly were you doing?"
"Trying to find a thief," Takahiro explained. "He stole something from me."
"What did he steal?"
"My new leg."
Nagisa looked at Takahiro with heartfelt eyes. She had complete sympathy for Takahiro.
"What even happened to your leg?" Takashi asked without caring about Takahiro's feelings. Nagisa shot him a glare.
"Um," Takahiro began, "do you remember the fire from around five years ago?"
Nagisa's eyes bulged. "The one caused by-" She stopped. Her hand flew to her mouth. Her brows knotted together. She couldn't take her eyes off of Takahiro. She also did not dare to look at her brother.
"What happened?" Takashi asked. "Was I already off on my journey?" Takashi stared at his sister. What happened? Did something happen to his family?
"I know it's stupid for me," Takahiro mumbled, looking at the ground, "to hate them. But I really do. Because of those three, I will never . . ." Takahiro did not finish that thought. "They're way too powerful."
"You were . . ." Nagisa covered her face with her hands. ". . . I'm really sorry."
"What happened?" Takashi pounded his hands onto the table. "Nee-san! Tell me!"
"I'll tell you later," Nagisa mumbled.
"Why can't you tell me now?" Takashi raged.
"It's not that simple!" Nagisa yelled. Takashi stepped back. "I'm sorry," Nagisa said. "It's not anyone's fault. . . ."
Takahiro blamed himself for the tense situation. If he only answered simply, he would never have created the even thicker barrier between himself and Takashi.
Takahiro looked up from the ground and instantly saw a pokemon. It was blue and black. It was small, but not too small. A shining silver object was in its paws. The object looked too heavy for the pokemon to carry, but the pokemon carried it as if the object was as light as a feather.
Takahiro stood up. "That's him!"
Nagisa and Takashi immediately looked towards the creature. Takashi looked back at Takahiro and frowned.
"Wait a minute," Nagisa said. "Isn't that . . ."
Takahiro bit his lip. You aren't getting away from me.
Takashi bit his lip. You aren't getting him before me.
Do you think you know the pokemon who stole Takahiro's leg is? I'm pretty sure you do, though. Why did he take the leg? What will happen once Takahiro gains his leg back?
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Next time: "Steel Parts"