Story Notes:
I would like to thank hironada AGAIN! Thanks man, didn't know that I would end up with such an awesome editor ^^I would also like to thank pokeflare back over at FF for the conversation that let to me actually writing this story! Oh, and I do not own Pokemon, if I did then something like this would happen in the movies. ^^
Questions and painful answers.
1 hour later...
Blake was now sitting down on the couch, watching some TV when Yasmin walked up to him with a notepad in one paw and a framed picture in another. Blake took a look at the poorly written words on the note pad.
'Who is this?' The notepad had written on it. Blake then noticed what the picture was of. It was a picture of him, and his brother. His brother is 6 foot and 2 inches tall and 27 years old with short black hair. In the picture, he was wearing a brown leather jacket with a red shirt underneath it and jeans while he was holding up a beer in one hand and holding Blake's shoulder with the other. "That's my brother." Blake told her.
Yasmin now had a look of surprise and sadness on her face. 'Oh crap, I brought up his dead brother...' She thought to herself as she tried to look as sorry as possible.
Blake noticed the sorry look on her face and almost immediately followed it up with, "He's not the brother I told you about if that's what you were wondering. His name is Dean" Blake stated as he looked to the picture of his brother. "He's in the army now. He asked me to join him, I wanted to, but I never did. My parents were totally against it." Blake finished. He knew why his parents were so against it, but he felt like he had said enough.
Yasmin set down the picture on a nearby table and grabbed her pen and began writing something on the notepad. She then finished writing and shown the notepad to Blake.
'Why do you live in the forest?' The notepad had written on it.
"Because the majority of people in the city are horrible... I hardly see any other people around in the forest, sometimes a few Pokemon like yourself but nearly nobody else. I prefer it like that anyway, Pokemon have never hurt me before... Well, before you anyway." Blake said as he remembered her cutting into his chest with her very sharp claws.
Yasmin felt slightly guilty over cutting the human's chest, he seemed like a nice guy so far, even if she didn't completely trust him. She went back to writing something on the notepad, and showed him the letters on it that spelled out, 'I'm sorry about that.'
Blake looked back to her and said, "You were startled. I understand."
Yasmin nodded and started writing out another question. 'What do you work as then?' The messy letters on the notepad spelled out.
"I work as an accountant, I basically do all the boring stuff. I don't like my job or the people that I work with but, it's a job, as long as I'm getting paid then it doesn't really matter." Blake explained to her.
'That's a big step, from soldier to accountant... Whatever that is.' Yasmin thought to herself as she scrawled down another question on the notepad.
Blake watched as she wrote. 'She sure is asking a lot of questions.' Blake thought to himself before Yasmin then shown the notepad to him.
'Where do you humans wee?' Was the question on the notepad.
Blake was a little surprised at the question. 'She knows how to spell but doesn't know about toilets?' Blake's voice said to himself in his mind. "Err, the toilet. It's in the bathroom."
Yasmin responded by giving a confused look.
'Wait, would she even know what a bathroom is?' He asked himself in his mind. "Come on, let me show you." Blake stood up and walked over to the bathroom door.
30 minutes later...
Blake now sat on the couch, he had just been teaching Yasmin how to use the toilet. It felt strange having to teach the Pokemon that had sent him to the hospital how to use the toilet. He chuckled a little to himself as he remembered how Yasmin jumped back away from the toilet when he flushed it. Blake had also shown her how to use taps, he had never seen anyone so confused over something so simple before. Blake suddenly heard the flushing of the toilet and looked back over to the bathroom door to see Yasmin quickly open it and walk out of there at quite a fast pace, back over to the couch. "You figure it out okay?" Blake asked her as she picked up a pen, the notepad, wrote down a quick response and showed it to him.
'Yes.' The notepad had written on it. Yasmin had some trouble, but it was mostly the noise the toilet made that annoyed her the most.
"Good... Err, can I ask you something?" Blake inquired.
Yasmin figured that seeing as he answered her questions, she might as well answer his, so she responded with a nod.
"Okay then... Back when I first saw you, there was blood on your fur. Did that blood belong to you?" Blake cautiously asked.
Yasmin knew that he would ask something like that, she shook her head.
"No? Who did it belong to?" Blake asked as he became very worried as to what the answer would be.
Yasmin let out a sigh and began writing something on the note pad, she wrote down the basic details, she felt the rage inside her building up as she thought about that human that tried to rape her.
Blake could see the anger in her expression as she continued writing; that expression stayed on her face even as she stopped writing and shown Blake the notepad.
'That blood belonged to a rapist. I killed him and I enjoyed killing him. He deserved everything I did to him!'
Blake looked back at Yasmin with a shocked look on his face. "Did... Yasmin, did he do anything to you?" Blake quietly asked.
The anger on Yasmin's face was clear, she nodded once in response as her claws dug lightly into the couch she was sitting on.
"I don't blame you for killing him, people like that deserve to die." Blake said to her as he started to notice that her eyes seemed to twinkle with tears. She wasn't just angry, she was upset about it. "Is that why you tried to kill yourself?" Blake quietly asked.
Yasmin angrily shook her head and began to write something else on the notepad
'I don't want to talk about that.'
Blake took a look at those words and then looked back up to the angry expression on her face. "Okay, we don't have to talk about anything you don't want to." Blake told her in a calming tone.
Yasmin simply nodded in response and sat quietly on the chair, now with her arms crossed and a pissed off look on her face.
Blake expected a response like this, but at least he got an answer to one of his questions.
The rest of the day was spent quietly watching TV, after the events earlier in the day, they only once communicated with each other, that was when Blake decided to cook something else up. It is now midnight, Blake got up off the couch and let out a yawn as he said, "I'm heading off to bed now."
"Yeah, yeah, goodnight." Yasmin responded as she nodded and continued watching the TV, watching an old movie. This was the first time that she had ever seen a movie, and she was really enjoying it.
"Goodnight." Blake said as he opened the door to his room and closed it behind him. Blake then lay on his bed, he had noticed that Yasmin hadn't really tried to communicate with him after he had asked her about the blood, and why she tried to kill herself. He knew that it was way too soon to ask her something that personal, he just hoped that he hadn't upset her too much. Blake looked over to his alarm clock on the bedside table, and set it ready for work tomorrow. Blake really didn't feel like going into work with his injuries, but right now he couldn't afford to miss a day of work, not if he wanted to keep living his life in this cottage that he adored for it being so out of the way of other humans. He had bills to pay, and a fridge to keep full, even more so now that he had a guest. Blake closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, but that was hard when all he could think about was how horrible the day was going to be when he wakes up, every work day was horrible.
Blake was now sitting down on the couch, watching some TV when Yasmin walked up to him with a notepad in one paw and a framed picture in another. Blake took a look at the poorly written words on the note pad.
'Who is this?' The notepad had written on it. Blake then noticed what the picture was of. It was a picture of him, and his brother. His brother is 6 foot and 2 inches tall and 27 years old with short black hair. In the picture, he was wearing a brown leather jacket with a red shirt underneath it and jeans while he was holding up a beer in one hand and holding Blake's shoulder with the other. "That's my brother." Blake told her.
Yasmin now had a look of surprise and sadness on her face. 'Oh crap, I brought up his dead brother...' She thought to herself as she tried to look as sorry as possible.
Blake noticed the sorry look on her face and almost immediately followed it up with, "He's not the brother I told you about if that's what you were wondering. His name is Dean" Blake stated as he looked to the picture of his brother. "He's in the army now. He asked me to join him, I wanted to, but I never did. My parents were totally against it." Blake finished. He knew why his parents were so against it, but he felt like he had said enough.
Yasmin set down the picture on a nearby table and grabbed her pen and began writing something on the notepad. She then finished writing and shown the notepad to Blake.
'Why do you live in the forest?' The notepad had written on it.
"Because the majority of people in the city are horrible... I hardly see any other people around in the forest, sometimes a few Pokemon like yourself but nearly nobody else. I prefer it like that anyway, Pokemon have never hurt me before... Well, before you anyway." Blake said as he remembered her cutting into his chest with her very sharp claws.
Yasmin felt slightly guilty over cutting the human's chest, he seemed like a nice guy so far, even if she didn't completely trust him. She went back to writing something on the notepad, and showed him the letters on it that spelled out, 'I'm sorry about that.'
Blake looked back to her and said, "You were startled. I understand."
Yasmin nodded and started writing out another question. 'What do you work as then?' The messy letters on the notepad spelled out.
"I work as an accountant, I basically do all the boring stuff. I don't like my job or the people that I work with but, it's a job, as long as I'm getting paid then it doesn't really matter." Blake explained to her.
'That's a big step, from soldier to accountant... Whatever that is.' Yasmin thought to herself as she scrawled down another question on the notepad.
Blake watched as she wrote. 'She sure is asking a lot of questions.' Blake thought to himself before Yasmin then shown the notepad to him.
'Where do you humans wee?' Was the question on the notepad.
Blake was a little surprised at the question. 'She knows how to spell but doesn't know about toilets?' Blake's voice said to himself in his mind. "Err, the toilet. It's in the bathroom."
Yasmin responded by giving a confused look.
'Wait, would she even know what a bathroom is?' He asked himself in his mind. "Come on, let me show you." Blake stood up and walked over to the bathroom door.
30 minutes later...
Blake now sat on the couch, he had just been teaching Yasmin how to use the toilet. It felt strange having to teach the Pokemon that had sent him to the hospital how to use the toilet. He chuckled a little to himself as he remembered how Yasmin jumped back away from the toilet when he flushed it. Blake had also shown her how to use taps, he had never seen anyone so confused over something so simple before. Blake suddenly heard the flushing of the toilet and looked back over to the bathroom door to see Yasmin quickly open it and walk out of there at quite a fast pace, back over to the couch. "You figure it out okay?" Blake asked her as she picked up a pen, the notepad, wrote down a quick response and showed it to him.
'Yes.' The notepad had written on it. Yasmin had some trouble, but it was mostly the noise the toilet made that annoyed her the most.
"Good... Err, can I ask you something?" Blake inquired.
Yasmin figured that seeing as he answered her questions, she might as well answer his, so she responded with a nod.
"Okay then... Back when I first saw you, there was blood on your fur. Did that blood belong to you?" Blake cautiously asked.
Yasmin knew that he would ask something like that, she shook her head.
"No? Who did it belong to?" Blake asked as he became very worried as to what the answer would be.
Yasmin let out a sigh and began writing something on the note pad, she wrote down the basic details, she felt the rage inside her building up as she thought about that human that tried to rape her.
Blake could see the anger in her expression as she continued writing; that expression stayed on her face even as she stopped writing and shown Blake the notepad.
'That blood belonged to a rapist. I killed him and I enjoyed killing him. He deserved everything I did to him!'
Blake looked back at Yasmin with a shocked look on his face. "Did... Yasmin, did he do anything to you?" Blake quietly asked.
The anger on Yasmin's face was clear, she nodded once in response as her claws dug lightly into the couch she was sitting on.
"I don't blame you for killing him, people like that deserve to die." Blake said to her as he started to notice that her eyes seemed to twinkle with tears. She wasn't just angry, she was upset about it. "Is that why you tried to kill yourself?" Blake quietly asked.
Yasmin angrily shook her head and began to write something else on the notepad
'I don't want to talk about that.'
Blake took a look at those words and then looked back up to the angry expression on her face. "Okay, we don't have to talk about anything you don't want to." Blake told her in a calming tone.
Yasmin simply nodded in response and sat quietly on the chair, now with her arms crossed and a pissed off look on her face.
Blake expected a response like this, but at least he got an answer to one of his questions.
The rest of the day was spent quietly watching TV, after the events earlier in the day, they only once communicated with each other, that was when Blake decided to cook something else up. It is now midnight, Blake got up off the couch and let out a yawn as he said, "I'm heading off to bed now."
"Yeah, yeah, goodnight." Yasmin responded as she nodded and continued watching the TV, watching an old movie. This was the first time that she had ever seen a movie, and she was really enjoying it.
"Goodnight." Blake said as he opened the door to his room and closed it behind him. Blake then lay on his bed, he had noticed that Yasmin hadn't really tried to communicate with him after he had asked her about the blood, and why she tried to kill herself. He knew that it was way too soon to ask her something that personal, he just hoped that he hadn't upset her too much. Blake looked over to his alarm clock on the bedside table, and set it ready for work tomorrow. Blake really didn't feel like going into work with his injuries, but right now he couldn't afford to miss a day of work, not if he wanted to keep living his life in this cottage that he adored for it being so out of the way of other humans. He had bills to pay, and a fridge to keep full, even more so now that he had a guest. Blake closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, but that was hard when all he could think about was how horrible the day was going to be when he wakes up, every work day was horrible.