AN: I just learned how to scene skip, so I won't be describing their events in every route anymore. Victory! :3 Anyways, look out for my new story, it will be called Pokemon Opal. I'm hoping this one will be the best one I've written so far since I read over Berlitz and realized it's crummy so far (Hence my dwindling fan base) But to all my supporters, just know I appreciate you, and just cause I don't note you directly, because someone told me that's against the rules, doesn't mean I don't appreciate you. Without you're encouragement, I probably would've stopped at Chapter 5 ^^
Ch. 22: Mini-Medi In The Ponyta Ranch
The stone-paved roads of Eterna City crunched with every step Bryce took. He couldn't help but notice that once again, the city was basically empty, but he didn't pay much attention. His gym badge would appear spiraling in the air in front of his face before falling back into his palm before he tossed it back up again. As far as he could see, no one was around, and though he didn't pay much attention to that, it did mean that no one was around.
"Stormie?"
His eyes scanned the streets in search of his companion, he had no idea when she left, whether it was during the battle, while he passed out, or when he'd come to and started clearing his hair of Lickitung saliva. After calling out for a little while, Bryce's brow furrowed in worry. Did something happen to the girl? He finally abandoned his spot in front of the gym and departed for the pokemon center, everyone was pretty tired. He handed his pokeballs to Nurse Joy, made his routine call to his mom, and for extra measure, called Professor Rowan for information on Dextette. After a few minutes, Nurse Joy returned his pokeballs to him with her routine smile.
"Have a nice day sir, we hope to see you again." As Bryce turned to leave, she immediately added, "Oh! I've almost forgotten, you're Bryce right?"
"Yes ma'am, how did you know?" he asked, turning around with a raised eyebrow.
"This dear little girl, Stormie, I believe her name was, asked me to look out for a boy with a red beret, and to pick him up before you left."
At the mention of "him", Nurse Joy pointed at the waiting benches. On the end of one of them, a blue transparent psychic barrier with Psy sitting inside. His head was bowed over as though he was sleeping while clutching the pink plate he usually carried around. Bryce approached the small pokemon and stopped in front of the bubble Psy put himself in, cautiously reaching out towards it with his forefinger. As soon as it made contact, Psy's head snapped up and looked at the boy. To Bryce, it seemed as though a look of recognition came across his face, though it was hard to tell with his eyes half-closed, and he started to hum, 'Braaaaaaaaa.' The blue sphere started to grow larger to include Bryce. Once Bryce was inside, the sphere ceased its growth spurt and started to work in reverse, shrinking itself as well as everyone inside of it until they disappeared.
Hmmm...
There's someone here...
No...
Make that two someone's...
But wouldn't that indeed be sometwos?
Hmmm...
It's neither here nor there...
Hmmm, one of them has been here before...
The one with the large amount of Chi...
Hmmm, but it also seems its companion is quite formidable as well...
But it seems its abilities are dormant...
Has this creature, human or pokemon, yet realized its potential?
Hmmm...
...
"Oof!"
Bryce rubbed his sore rear for what felt like the umpteenth time while glaring at the young Abra, but the golden psychic didn't seem to mind it. He was back with his mother and returned to his nap.
"So did you win?" Stormie asked between sips of the beverage she was drinking. Psy had teleported the two of them next to a table shaded by an umbrella decoratively placed in the middle. Bryce almost fell to the ground again at the question.
'So she did leave in the middle of the battle...' Bryce thought gloomily before saying out loud, "Yeah I won, thanks for your support."
Bryce stood up and brushed the dirt off from his jeans and had looked around for a moment.
"Hey," he said slowly, "I know where we are!"
Around the table there was a wide open prairie which had a wooden fence that surrounded the premises. Within were a variety of cream colored equines with blazing manes grazing in the grass. One lay by the table with its legs curled underneath itself in a deep slumber. There were bandages around its front legs while another stood protectively by it and snorted when Bryce looked at it. After this small warning, it returned to its previous duty of keeping an eye on the mischievous Haunter who was sipping the same beverage as Stormie across the table from her, its pinkie noticeably out.
"What are you doing at the Ponyta Ranch?" Bryce asked indignantly, a little irritated that his companion would choose to take a tea break around Ponytas rather than watch him win his gym battle.
"Long story short, him."
Stormie pointed down to the far corner of the ranch where most of the Ponytas avoided. Around the corner, a couple of boxes hovered around a levitating figure with its legs crossed in the Lotus Position. Both arms were stretched outwards with its thumb and forefingers pressed together in little "O's." It had curled ears that reminded Bryce of honey buns high on each side of its head and Bryce could have sworn that he heard a deep resonating hum coming from it, but rather than hearing it from his ears, he heard it in his head. Pulling out his pokedex again, he scanned it.
...
A flicker came across the screen and the image of a jagged red pokemon flashed before the screen went blank. Stormie cleared her throat from where she was sitting, but Bryce ignored it. He slammed it against the table with the same results when finally, the pokemon in Ponyta Ranch appeared again.
Meditite, the Meditate Pokemon. It continually meditates for hours every day. As a result of rigorous and dedicated yoga training, it has tempered its spiritual power so much it can fly.
Bryce looked up from the pokedex, then looked down once more at the pokemon's stats a little confused.
"There must be something wrong, the pokedex says normal Meditites are usually 2 feet, that one is only about a foot, and it can't be an infant if it's already meditating as hard as it is." Bryce shot Stormie a look but she waved a lazy hand at him.
"Relax, it's not your pokedex this time," she assured him, "even if it is possessed... That Meditite's different than ordinary Meditites, and I'm not just talking about its size."
"Are you talking about Mini-Medi?" came a small voice coming from the stables. Bryce turned around to find a small freckled girl standing behind him, beaming at Bryce.
"Taylor!" Bryce cried as he scooped up the girl in an Ursaring hug while Taylor squirmed and giggled in the boy's affectionate embrace.
"Hi Bryski!" Taylor squeaked happily when he put her down.
"Bryski?" Stormie asked, cocking an eyebrow at him with a smug amused smile on her face. Face burning, he ignored the question.
"Stormie, this is Taylor, she's been like a little sister to me. How old are you now?"
"Eight and a half!" Taylor chirped.
"Yeah, we've met," Stormie said between her sips. "How do you think I got here, y'see, while you were battling, her Ponyta got loose and she asked for my help, and as it turns out, that little guy over there was the reason."
"Yeah Bryski, you've missed a lot since you've last been here."
"C'mon Glaceon!" Taylor cried as the arctic fox trotted at her hills. She was dressed in her usual overalls and long sleeved shirt skipping around and grinning at all the pokemon to show off her lost tooth. After she showed off the gap in her teeth to all the Ponyta, she skipped off around the stables to where her mother's Ditto had been residing for the past week.
"Dupe! Guess what?" she shouted as she made her way over to where the Ditto resided. As she turned the corner from around where the stables were located, she stopped with wide eyes. Dupe was lying in its usual space, sleeping behind the stable wall, but its shape was grotesque. Its pink blobby form was stretched to its limits in the shape of an oval. Taylor blinked before poking the transformer, expecting the usual rubbery effect to deflect her finger. Instead, she found something hard press against her finger.
"Dupe, what are you laying on?" Taylor asked as she forced her fingers under Dupe and tried to pry it off the object. Its eyes immediately snapped open as it stared at the girl before they shifted to Glaceon. The pokemon's form lifted off the object it was lying on, but what it was still hidden from Taylor as the blob stretched and morphed into a replica Glaceon and snarled at the two. Startled that her mother's pokemon would do such a thing, Taylor stepped back while the real Glaceon leaped into action, bounding in front of her and returning the snarl with gusto. In the blink of an eye, both pokemon were intertwined around each other in a match Taylor had never seen before.
Growling and yipping, the two foxes were a whirling mass of fur, claws, and teeth. Soon, the real Glaceon untangled itself from the fight, gave Taylor an anxious look from her to the unknown object, and ran off around the stable while Dupe ran after it to make sure the icy fox was really gone. Seizing this opportunity, Taylor grabbed the oblong object and ran off towards the house. She slammed the door and laid it on the kitchen table.
The object was covered in a blanket, a blanket that Taylor had been looking for, for over a week, and seemed to pulse when Taylor touched it. As if it was Christmas Day, Taylor ripped off the blanket and tossed it carelessly behind her, her curiosity overwhelming her usual need to guard her possessions. Her eyes widened in wonder at the object as she carefully picked it up, the oval pulsing gently like a heartbeat.
"What is this?" She sighed in awe. The oval was the color of the sky on a sunny day with a triangular white design on the bottom that reminded Taylor of a diaper. She giggled at the thought when she heard something in her head. Intrigued, she experimentally pressed her ear to the object and heard what seemed to be voices buzzing around in her heads. She closed her eyes to concentrate on it when a loud noise came from the door.
'Pony!'
A Ponyta that looked remarkably like her favorite Ponyta, Grace, was ramming the door. After each hit, she'd toss her head with wild eyes and whinny loudly before continuing her onslaught.
"Grace?" She asked astounded that the usually tame Ponyta would act like this, but after a moment she realized it wasn't Grace. Though the both shared the birthmark of a star on their forehead, it couldn't be her. Grace never woke up earlier than noon, despite the protests of the breeders of the ranch. Her skeptical thoughts were confirmed when Glaceon bounded from behind the horse and tried to bite one of its hind legs.
"What's going on out here?" A voice demanded as a half-dressed woman swept through the house to inspect all the noise.
"Hi mommy." Taylor mumbled guiltily as her mother, Meagan opened the door and patted the wild mare on the head. This however proved to do nothing as the horse still continued to force its way into the house while the persistent Glaceon continued to attack the pokemon's legs. Dupe sensed that it couldn't retaliate against Glaceon while it was this large. So it suddenly shrunk, returning to its original form. Stretching, it wrapped itself around the length of Glaceon's body while Glaceon yipped in protest.
"Calm down you two!" Meagan shouted as she grabbed Dupe and tried as hard as she could to pull the gooey blob off of the unfortunate fox. Feeling responsible for the squabble, Taylor took a step towards the trio to try and help her mother when she heard a noise.
"Thump!"
Turning around, Taylor glanced at the object she put on the table. During all the commotion, it had fallen over on its side. She reached out to set it back up when it happened again.
"Thump! Thump!"
The mysterious object seemed to leap up on its own and produced a dim glow that started to grow brighter and brighter. The spectacle was so breath-taking, Taylor barely noticed the fight had ended and all three came to watch.
"A pokemon egg," Meagan breathed as she held Taylor's shoulders, "And it's hatching!"
The egg's dazzling light had grown as bright as a dim sun, causing Taylor to squint her eyes when as suddenly as it lit, it extinguished, revealing a tiny form, no bigger than a doll. Its legs were crossed and its eyes were closed and its arms were extended with its fingers closed together.
"Where did you find a Meditite egg Taylor?" Meagan asked accusingly. Meditites, and their evolutions, lived near the ranch and it was obvious to Taylor that Meagan thought it was stolen from a nearby Medicham clan.
"Dupe had it!" Taylor shouted and pointed at the Ditto who was staring at the Meditite. Something about the pokemon, whether it was its child or not, seemed to unnerve it and Glaceon, so both pokemon kept their distance. Meagan reached out cautiously and picked up the tiny creature in the palm of her hand, her black gloves in front of Taylor's face. Upon seeing the gloves, Taylor felt the need to ask about the curious lettering on them again, on her right hand was the word OM in red lettering, while the left hand had DO, but didn't feel it was an appropriate time. The breeder was busy doing her job and observed the miniscule being.
"It's odd," she mumbled, "Meditites, even if they're newborn, are usually larger than this, even the runts. Not only that, but it's already started on its meditating, newborn Meditites usually take a while to adjust to being born before they start on their meditation. They normally start on their physical training."
So we do, human. But as you can plainly see, I am not your average everyday Meditite.
"Wait, Mini-Medi spoke to you?" Bryce inquired, interested. Even Stormie, who had claimed to have heard the story before, leaned forward with an intrigued look on her face.
"Yep, mommy says its normal for, I think she said, sen-ti-ent, psychic pokemon. Something called, teleepaffy."
"You mean telepathy?" Stormie asked.
"Yeah that's it! But she said that it's weird for Mini-Medi to use it at such an early age.
"Hey where is your mom anyway?" Bryce asked, looking around for the breeder. "Isn't she usually around here with Glaceon, Dupe, and Weavile?"
"Yep, but she said she had something that needed her attention."
Bryce shrugged, "So what are you doing here Stormie?"
"Well, your "little sister" asked me to come over and help with Mini-Medi. It seems that it's been getting increasingly hostile."
Alarmed, Bryce shot her a look, "Then why are you just sitting here?"
"Relax Bryce, it's not doing it on purpose. Besides, I already tried and that Meditite is a lot tougher than it looks, I've tried everyone, even Psych and that pokemon just won't budge."
"Yeah Bryski, Mommy said his Meditation State is getting dangerous."
"Meditation State?" Bryce asked.
"Yeah, it's what Mommy calls his hidden power. She said it's rare but not unheard of, its where Mini-Medi meditates so hard, that his eyes glow blue and he makes things go,"-When she said this, she made a loud sound effect not unlike a vacuum and waved around with her arms in the air-"It scared Grace off and I found Stormie to help me!"
"Yeah," Stormie added modestly while waving a hand at the two. "But unfortunately, Combusken got carried away."
She motioned at the Ponyta with the bandaged leg. Noticing the attention drawn towards the injured pokemon, the Ponyta standing over her nickered and tossed its head at the three.
"Sorry about Blaze," Taylor added apologetically, "He's new."
Bryce just nodded before the little girl suddenly grabbed him by the arm and started tugging him in Mini-Medi's direction.
"C'mon Bryski! Maybe you can help!"
"Wha-What?"
"Well you're a pokemon trainer now aren't you?" She demanded.
"Well yeah, but-!"
"No buts! C'mon!"
So, they're trying to restrain me again hmmm?...
This will be fun...