Pokemon: Blood Curse!
Chapter 2: Her Weedle~
Leaves crunched against the ground as Marce trekked the makeshift, dirt path. The sun just barely peeked through the leaves of the trees but it was enough to not make the path dark, Pokemon, ranging from a Pikachu, tailow, aipom, wormadams, metapod, caterpie, and more, all watched her from behind/inside of trees or in bushes.
A mysterious vibe to the girl caught the eyes of many that she passed, as her eyes remained glued to the treetops and clouds that she could barely see. Thoughts swirled in her eyes for the longest time, although when a faint buzzing sound reached her ears, those hazel eyes blinked and looked to the side.
In the distance, she could see a small clearing and a Beedrill or two that kept hovering above a curled-up Weedle. Quivering from the faint gashes it seemed to have, it was hard to notice from the distance but she could definitely tell it was wounded.
T- That Weedle. It's hurt! Without thinking, through the grass alongside the makeshift path, her feet didn't even hesitate when she ran to the poor thing. Over a log, she jumped and came into the tiny clearing that she hadn't realized was infested by Beedrill. She knew, since her childhood and learning about pokemon from specific classes in school, that Weedle always remained around its other forms; that Beedrill were more than likely to appear if its weaker forms were so much as touched.
So, leaving a few feet between her and the quivering Weedle, she sat onto her knees and kept her head lowered. "Beedrill! If you can hear me... I will not touch or harm any of your family. All I wish is to have permission to heal this Weedle! It's in pain and I can use a simple potion to help it," explained the brunette as she sat there anxiously. Her hazel eyes, now more determined than ever, a hint of fear was noticeable but she knew that it wouldn't be smart to make any sudden movements.
Help... Me. Small, subtle, pained, it was difficult to make out if the voice was a boy's or a girl's when the tiny Weedle struggled to lift its head and view the kneeling woman. From hearing its faint pokemon cry, that sounded like clear English to her, her attention peeked at the shaking pokemon for a second and viewed the ground again.
More and more buzzes, then, many Beedrill making their cry came down from the treetops in a horde of ten to twenty at most. Maybe even more, but it was hard to tell when her head was really low and the fact that she couldn't see them.
If I stay completely still, show no signs of hostility, I'm praying right now that they don't try and attack me... her thoughts, full of concern and fear, echoed while she sat there in anticipation.
Now, she can definitely tell they were closer. The sounds of their buzzing wings were literally above her head and they all hovered around her like bees to a hive. "I mean no harm, to any of you. I just can't sit by while a pokemon is hurt!" This time, with a more confident voice and her head lowering more, to show respect, all had fallen silent. The second the buzzes have stopped, her head rose up to peek, and over thirty Beedrill either stood on the ground staring at her or hid in the tree branches.
This surprised her, to say the least, for she thought they still wouldn't trust her enough to care for their own kind. Eyes wide with disbelief and relief, they blinked when a harsh voice to her side rose and caused her to look in her peripherals. Human, if you do anything at all that we don't like then I will kill you! Save the Weedle, then begone! Angry, it was clear that it didn't like that she disturbed their nest for this.
"Yes, okay! Thank you so much!" Marce was hesitant and afraid, but her heart screamed to heal the wounded pokemon and so, she scooted closer to it. From one of her pouches, she pulled out a potion and sprayed its wounds, careful not to get it in its eyes. A soothing pet to its head, avoiding the pointed stinger at the top, she reassured and calmed it down after healing its wound. "There... How do you feel?" With a kind smile, caring, Marceline watched its black eyes water after it sat up and checked its own body for any other wounds.
Great, thank you! Cheerful, full of energy, its eyes closed happily and its tiny nubs for feet wiggled with delight. The rest of the Beedrill seemed to almost appear relieved if it weren't for their nearly emotionless bug faces.
"Hehe, no problem at all.~ Now..." she began with a giggle at its cute little antics, before a frown soon replaced her kind smile and anger filled her eyes. When she stood up straight, a determined look mixed with her anger riddled her face and viewed all of the Beedrill. "I mean no disrespect... But why did you leave that poor Weedle like that?! Couldn't any of you have done something?! Anything?! This Weedle was wounded and was asking for help but none came! You're all supposed to be family, right?! You're protecting each others' backs and defending each other!" Furious, she may have been afraid, but her anger for the neglected Weedle was more fierce and her words caused utter silence among the Beedrill who wanted to stab her with their stingers.
How could we?! One Beedrill among the horde hovered and inched closer to the girl, with an occasional poke into the air with its pointer. You humans always attack us! You capture us in those strange spheres and leave us fainted after every fight! How could we ask for help!? Furious, the Beedrill was and its air-poking became more aggressive the more it spoke; judging by its voice, it was a male.
"Dude... I'm sorry, really. I'm not a trainer, I just live nearby and I saw this wounded Weedle. I get it, you're afraid of trainers and their devices, I would be too. But, there are pokemon that you could've asked for help from! Pokemon that can heal! Or maybe, I don't know... Stock up on Oran or Sitrus Berries, or ask another pokemon to help with collecting them! You could've done something!" Fury laced her words like fire and the entire horde practically sunk in their spots from the sheer guilt.
They knew she was right, however, upon seeing the tiny Weedle inch its way toward the Beedrill next to Marce's side, its emotional black and innocent eyes stared into another pair. Please give this human an apology! She saved me, I wouldn't be moving right now if it weren't for her. Hmm... it hummed and peeked at Marce a moment, for an interesting thought crossed its mind and caused it to stare for a little bit longer than intended.
All she did was blink, confusion visible on her face until it spoke again. You're not really human, are you? It's weird, but there's something about you that's... Different. It pointed out and caused the Beedrill it sat close to, to move its attention to her.
"Not... Human?" a sigh left the brunette's lip and adjusted the straps a little that held the pouches. "Mel kept saying that too... And that ghost pokemon when I was little, I think. I'm about as human as everyone else, so I don't see why you pokemon keep mentioning that," an irk mark comically throbbed on her head and didn't even know an eye twitched.
There's something different about you. I don't know what it is, but I like it. Cute, little pink, shy tints dusted beneath its eyes when they closed and the other Beedrill seemed to have moved closer from curiosity.
"Well... Whatever, I guess. You stay safe, okay? I'm sure your family will think about the wounded a little more now," her kind smile returned after she kneeled down and petted its head, of course avoiding its small stinger. Although, an emphasis on wound, almost sounded hateful when she mentioned it and it nearly made a couple of Beedrill practically shiver.
"Take care, everyone," A simple wave goodbye, she stood up and gave the gesture to all of the Beedrill as well. With that, she was gone, and her distant backside was watched by a pair of innocent, round, black eyes that almost appeared just as curious as the rest of the Beedrill.
With a turn of its head, the Weedle peered to the stronger form next to it and their silent conversation seemed to have made the Beedrill give an occasional nod. This time, behind it, it stared at the horde and soon moved its attention to Marceline's hardly noticeable backside; suddenly, it left.
It rushed its way through the tall grass and felt guilty stares upon the back of its head, as it left the family of Beedrill.
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"Man, that irks me! Why did they do that?!" Fuming now, Marceline adjusted her jacket and the hood over her head. Soon, her hands were placed inside her pockets and completely forgotten about the empty potion spray back at the clearing.
Ahead of her was the sun beaming brightly upon the path on the exit of the forest. A sense of relief filled her mind after she spotted it and picked up her pace. "Alright- a snack for Mel, some groceries... I need milk, bread, peanut butter, honey, some more green tea, some sauces for spaghetti tonight, and..." The woman trailed off in thought, her words became quieter the more she listed off her groceries and continued in her mind. There's a lot of stuff I need, most I actually can't remember. Wow- my memory's awful. Her thoughts echoed and let out a heavy sigh since no one was around.
There, just a little further, along the side of the path that led to a nearby town, was a wooden bench and it looked too nice to pass up. Just before she took another step she paused in front of the bench and without hesitance, she sat down. Just a small break, it won't kill me any. Her head low, very slowly it leaned back and rested against the back-end of the bench, causing her hood to fall off.
The soft breeze that blew past her face made a content exhale leave, for she began to feel relaxed and did her best to stop thinking about the poor Weedle they neglected to help. I have to admit... she started, rather quietly in her mind. That Weedle was adorable with its big, round, and innocent eyes. How could they not- try and help it? Calmly her hazel eyes closed, unaware of a certain pokemon carefully crawling into the hood of her jacket and curling up to stay warm.
Just a few minutes later she stood up and continued on her way. Not once did the woman notice the hitch-hiker in her hood, since she didn't even drape it over her head this time. It took a bit longer than expected, but eventually, she managed to reach the small town that had a moderate amount of wandering citizens.
Vehicles drove through streets, children played with their pokemon and ate at picnics nearby. I'm surprised this town's so lively. It's small, I can even see a Pokemon Gym over the many houses. Well, to be honest, I don't think I've ever actually ventured out any further than this town... How could I, though? Mel would be left all alone and no one would be home to defend it if I took her with me to visit one of the bigger cities. She hates it when she's left alone for too long... Another faint sigh escaped, as she passed up a normal gym. Oddly enough someone's Machamp was lifting weights next to a girl dressed in workout attire, all four arms picking up the heaviest weights it could lift and a few other pokemon inside tried to do the same.
Her eyes peeked inside and watched the pokemon and humans workout, it was nice to see them like that. Her pleased expression caused her lips to smirk and soon, an idea came to mind. Maybe... I could hire a bodyguard to watch over my home, so Mel and I could visit the bigger cities? Her question continued to linger and was uncertain of the idea considering her lack of Pokedollars.
Through the window, her eyes blinked and locked onto Machamps when she noticed that it froze in place at the sight of her. Its mouth gaped and pink tints spread over his cheeks, she had no idea why it was staring at her like that. Uh, did pull a muscle or something? Why is he gawking? Asked the brunette, who seemed to be rather annoyed by the rude stare.
Out of nowhere, the weights it held dropped onto the floor and made the entire gym echo with a metallic twang; still not noticing its gaping mouth and frozen position. I think it's broken... This time a sweatdrop fell down her head and was about to leave, until, the Machamp started flexing out of the blue.
She nearly flinched at the sight, when it kept inching closer to the window and posing comically in front of her. Her steps backward proved how uncomfortable she was and watched its trainer, which was the woman in her workout clothes it stood next to, racing up to it and trying to avert its attention. Wow, I'm so glad I can't hear that Machamp, or the yelling. What's wrong with it...? it was then, after her monologue, that a deep and clear voice rang through her ears.
"Sorry about that!" From the side, out of the double doors, came a nicely tanned man clad in a gray tank top and black sweat pants. His eyes were chocolate brown and black hair glistened from the sweat he built up. Those toned and thick muscles he achieved over his workouts, Marceline was a little taken aback.
As soon as he reached her, he rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. "I just gave that girl some workout advice, she wanted to know how to train her Machamp's strength so I told her. I didn't know he'd act like that all of a sudden!" Beaming with energy that could outshine the sun itself, the buff man offered her a handshake and gave her his brightest grin. "The name's Meigu Matsuo!" he seemed to be very cheerful and outgoing, for the aura he gave off was very addicting to see.
Very hesitant, her hand grasped his and gave him a simple nod. "Marceline... Shade. Nice to meet you," her words were quiet and a nervous smile curled up her lips. "Why... was that Machamp flexing at me?" It was obvious nervousness was in her voice, the brunette peeked over at the pokemon's trainer and sighed. A male Machamp, huh? A simple conclusion after Matsuo's statement, of calling it he, echoed in her mind for a moment.
"It's very weird. I haven't seen pokemon do that very often, it's rare for one to do that. Anyway-! I offered the Machamp's trainer some personal training against my own pokemon later, if you'd like to watch! I can buy some snacks or something!" An array of positiveness and energy radiated from his body at that moment, when he gave a thumbs-up and a toothy grin. "Just think of it as an apology! It was pretty rude of that Machamp to act that way and it was half of my responsibility to make sure he behaved, so let me make it up to you," genuine, he was, for the light around him never faltered and Marceline comically had to shield her eyes.
"A- Aaahh, um... I don't know," It was sudden, his offer made her feel very awkward and uneasy so, very slowly, her feet began to back up. "I have some groceries I need to grab before the rain starts to pour this afternoon. I won't have time, sorry," A simple wave of her hand, her behavior almost seemed rude but deep down she was just trying to avoid speaking to a stranger.
"The spar is tomorrow, so don't worry! If you'd like, I can walk you to the store and back. I don't mind at all since I'm on break, haha!" Faint pink tints on his cheeks lit up from the slightly awkward situation, however, that didn't stop him from trying to be nice.
"Sure, I guess," Her hazel eyes bore into excited brown ones before a shrug was given to the buff man. Just when she turned around to continue her path to the store, inside of her hood he saw something strange poke up. Quickly, to her side, he jogged to catch up and nervously peeked into her hood to see what that weird sharp thing was.
At that moment, recognition hit him, for he froze like an ice cube and halted his steps at the sight... Of a bug. It wasn't any ordinary bug, it was a pokemon, and seeing big, round, innocent, black eyes staring back at him almost made him squeal if it hadn't slapped his own hand over his mouth.
B- bu- bu- bu- A bug pokemon! Full of fear, like some sort of phobia, his knees almost became weak and quickly, he turned his head away.
Over her shoulder Marce peeked, giving Meigu a curious glance only to see that he wasn't walking anymore and kept his attention to the ground. "Hey- Are you okay? You look like... You're going to pass out," This time, despite her calm and quiet words, she was legitimately concerned over the incredibly buff man who had frozen in place.
"Hah?! Oh- yes! I see... You favor bug pokemon," A nervous chuckle, a finger scratched at his tan cheek and a sweatdrop couldn't help but trickle down his head at the mention.
"Hm?" Now it was Shade's turn to feel a little uneasy, for she checked the entirety of herself and around her feet for any bug pokemon but didn't find it. I think he's cracked... a subtle thought, with doubt lacing her words, echoed; that was until she saw him directing his finger to her hood.
Very carefully the brunette removed her jacket, then peeked into its hood and astonishment lit up her hazel eyes. "W- Weedle? How did you..." her gaze met another pair when it looked up at her and uncurled itself to sit up.
Hi! All of the Beedrill approved of me leaving their nest! I wanted to be with you, there's just something about you that intrigued me. Can I please stay with you? I hopped into your hood when you sat down at the bench earlier. Explained the Weedle through its poke language, despite her understanding it as if it were plain English.
A nod of approval, reluctant but accepting, Marceline knew she couldn't verbally reply so a simple nod of her head was given. "I might as well take it with me. It made an effort to follow me all the way from the forest and nuzzled into my hood when I sat down earlier... So, there's no sense in saying no to this little thing. It was determined," a faint giggle over its cute little round nubs for feet, wiggling happily and watched its innocent eyes close with delight.
Thank you! I wish to be friends if that's okay! You saved me, after all! Also, I'm a male, so please refer to me as such!~ Again, the Weedle chirped gleefully and crawled his way up her arm to reach her neck.
Matsuo began gagging after shadow hid his eyes and purple lines appeared on his face. "Alright, little Weedle... I'm heading to the grocery store, would you like a small snack? My friend back at home likes sweet things, so I planned on getting her sweet poke puffs," Calmly, after putting her jacket back no and letting the Weedle curl up against her neck, her small hands were put back into her pockets.
All Meigu could see was the pokemon's head nodding happily and so, he made sure to keep his distance by running ahead of her about a foot or two. What's his problem? To her it was weird to see a full-grown man as-built and outgoing as him, to act the way he is. Was it something I said? Her brow lifted and pondered as to why he avoided her backside as though his life depended on it.