Hey it's Umbrenox with another chapter! Now you may, or may not be asking yourself: "Ok, what is the important thing he has to tell us?" (Remember, important stuff at top, non-important stuff at bottom [okay I sounded like I was speaking to a toddler there]) Well here it is, I will upload on Wednesdays and Saturdays, and by those times(If everything goes according to plan[which it hasn't due to connection issues plus writer's block]) I should have eight chapters(at least 1,000 words each, though I'm aiming between 1,000 and 2,500+) to upload. So, without further ado, here's chapter three.
I woke up with the morning sun, which warmed me on the fairly cold morning. I opened my eyes to find they improved quite a bit. I could see all the way to the dresser without the environment going all twisted.
Just then, the door opened slowly, as if not to wake me. Kiara stepped in with a tray of steaming pancakes, berries, and chocolate milk. "Hey, I brought you something. Hope you like it," she said softly. The tray was set down on my lap, and I could see something wrong with Kiara's appearance. It was as if she had black paws instead of hands. "Um, Kiara, could you stand by the dresser please, I want to see if my vision has improved any," I lied. My actual intention was to see if I was imagining, or if I really saw something. "Sure," she agreed. As she walked into my field of vision I jumped back. "Y-you're a Lucario!" I exclaimed. That she was, but she had skinny jeans and a T-shirt on. She just looked at me in a sweet way and said, "Surprised? Well, it's only natural. Our species is a rare one. I am the one who should be surprised; you're an alpha-born." What was she talking about? Our species? Alpha-born? This was getting freakier by the minute. I decided to ignore what she said and eat something.
I picked up my fork, but it slipped out of my hand. I picked it up again, same result. "Third time's the charm," I thought as I picked it up once more, this time getting a better grip. I was fine from there. "Hey, how did I get here?" I asked her. "Well, it's like I said. I found you face-first in the ground, out cold. I then took you in my home and nurtured you back to health," she repeated herself. I then reworded my question, "No, no, no, how did I get here? Like how did I get from my bed on earth, to here?"
"I don't get what you're saying, this is earth," she said as she gave me a puzzled look. "Well, either I'm going crazy, or I'm not where I should be. Or, this is all a dream," I objected. "What do you mean?" she was obviously still confused. "Well, to sum it up: I'm a human, and you're a pokémon, so either I or you belong in this picture," I answered very annoyed at her for not seeing I was a human. She looked at me, then something very insulting, "I am going to take insanity suggestion." I was so mad at her that I almost jumped out from under the covers, "I am not crazy! I am a human! Can't you see that? I-" I stopped, because when I was trying to convince her I raised my hands. I noticed that they weren't human; they were like hers with a bluish tint. "Uh, I-I-I, um, m-mirror," stammered, so devastated at what I saw. I slumped back on the pillows and thought: What in the hell was happening to me?! I was considering all three of my suggestions by now.
Kiara slid a floor mirror into my field of vision. I was at a complete loss for words, and thoughts. I was a lucario, a shiny one at that. Instead of blue fur it was yellow, my black and white fur (also everything black on my body) was tinted blue, and my eyes were blue. I was horrified, not about my appearance (which I admit, was pretty attractive, for a pokémon that is), but about the fact that I had the appearance. How was I a lucario?
I started to think while Kiara gave me the "Well?" look. What happened exactly? Last place I was that I remember was in my room, with my DS… That was it! Somehow the game teleported me here! My lucario was in the lead of the party, so I became him. It was absolutely absurd, but it was true. Or I could be totally nutty and be just imagining things, but this was a better solution.
"I am human, and believe me or not but, I was teleported here by a Pokémon Platinum game from my earth! I am not crazy, I can even draw a picture of my family, and write about my history if that would prove it to you," I said hoping that she would believe me. But, that probably wasn't going to happen, I knew her type.
But I was wrong; she stared at me like I had just cursed like a sailor in a church. "Are you yanking my chain?" Kiara questioned. "No, I am not. I would like to know how I got here in the first place," I guaranteed. Now she was at a loss for words. She just stood there looking down, deep in thought. She barely made out an "I" and she walked out of the room, not bothering to close the door. I looked down at my food; it was still warm so I ate it.
Kiara didn't return until nighttime, also with no dinner. Oh well, wasn't that hungry anyway. "Um, is your name Andrew by chance?" she asked. "How did you know? You're not a psychic type," I replied. "Well," she reluctantly told me, "I had a dream two days ago, about a trainer who was named Andrew, and a lucario just like you was at his side. They were staring at a portal, then the trainer went in, and the lucario passed out and was teleported. And that's not the first time I saw you, or someone that looks a lot like you." I did jump out from under my covers this time, getting an "OH!" from Kiara. Up to now I was under covers, and I didn't even realize I was wearing nothing but underwear. Awkward, very awkward situation.
Even at the age of seventeen I never had a girlfriend. I wasn't girl crazy like my buds. Though I did think some girls were attractive, I didn't think about dating them. I wanted a girl who shared the same qualities and interests as I did. So, I never was in front of a girl with nothing but underwear before. "Uh, I'll let you get dressed," she said as she walked out. I could swear I saw her smile.
I looked in the mirror and made up two possibilities why. One, I was blushing, and two I looked like a hunk. Seriously I looked like some teen girl's dream date (pokémon version). I had a rock hard six-pack, overall muscular body (not ripped, but toned), handsome and somewhat sexy appearance, same with the face, and to top it off: I had what most girls call "Dreamy Eyes" which I learned about by googeling it (because I didn't know what they were going on about). But as I looked and studied my appearance, I looked like a humanized version of a lucario. I had more of a human stature, though my legs, hands, and feet were the same. I still had a tail, and the dreadlock things. My chest and hand spikes were still there. And my leg fur wasn't as long as a lucario's should be.
Anyway, I opened a drawer and found a pair of denim jeans. The rest were empty though. So, I walked out the door and into a pretty nice looking house. (My vision had cleared up by then.) It wasn't a mansion, but it still looked expensive. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and lit up most of the area with a strange blue flame. The white walls were lined with ancient looking pictures and oddities. The floor was wooden planks, polished and stained red, and had various rugs scattered about. In front of me there was a majestic staircase leading up to the second floor. To my right, there was a huge glass sliding door/wall that looked out over what looked like a forest, though I had to see in daylight to make sure. To my left was the front door, or doors, which looked like mahogany. I sidestepped and looked behind the staircase and saw the living room, very fine green chairs and couch (on which Kiara was sitting) with a giant TV in the wall above an equally big fireplace. I figured that the kitchen and dining room were upstairs since I couldn't see them on this level.
I walked over to Kiara, who turned her head and blushed, or looked like she did (I saw that she too was human-like). "Alright, you might as well say it and get it over with instead of blushing every time you see me," I told her. "What, I-I don't know what you're saying," she badly lied. I gave her the "Oh, Sure" look and said, "Come on, I've seen that look before, you think I'm hot." She just looked down clearly blushing, confirming my suspicion. "Well just to make you feel better, you're pretty attractive too," I complimented. She just looked down and muttered, "Thanks." Which she was, her outfit looked good, she had nice curves, her expression was cute, and those eyes. The eyes defined the personality, and hers was rebellious, serious, and kind. "I'm kinda tired, see you in the morning?" I asked. "Yeah, sure," she agreed, almost inaudible.
"Goodnight, Kiara," I said as I went into my room and slept.