Kyra Gets Her Name
Chapter 2: Kyra Gets Her Name
"Can you tell me how she got in this state?", the nurse asked, inspecting the Riolu. Meil just shook his head. "I found her in the alleyway down the street. She was buried in the garbage. I think someone left her there." The nurse sighed heavily. "It's a shame. This happens all the time. Some trainers are so obsessed with power over companionship, that they simply throw away the Pokemon that aren't strong enough."
Meil's face was grim in rage. "That's sick.", he said in a disgusted tone. The nurse looked sympathetically down at the Riolu's filthy state. "It happens everyday sadly. They're just left to die in dumpsters and alleys."
"So, will she be all right?", Meil asked as the Riolu squirmed playfully in his arms. "Oh, yes. But it was lucky you found her when you did. I don't think she would have survived another night without proper nourishment." Meil felt a small lightness in his stomach. He was feeling relieved, but quickly suppressed these new and unfamiliar feelings as he passed the Riolu to the nurse.
"I'll be back to tell you how she's doing." Meil nodded as the nurse carried the Riolu through a door, leaving Meil to sit, and wait it out. Meil prodded his own feelings as he flipped through a Pokemon magazine unconsciously. Why was he feeling concerned? He didn't care what happen, right? It didn't matter, he was probably just tired.
He put down the magazine, and leaned back in the armchair, staring up at the white lights glaring down at him from the ceiling. When he closed his eyes, bright stars burst in front of his eyelids. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep right there.
His eyelids were starting to close when a voice in front of him jerked him awake. "Excuse me," Meil sat up, yawning, sliding his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "Wha...?" "your Riolu will be staying for the night, but she should be fine by tomorrow. She's suffering from severe dehydration and starvation, but because of you, she will recover."
"Oh, um... she's not mine." "Well, yes I know, but I suppose you are rightfully her trainer now, considering you did find her." "But I'm not a trainer.", Meil protested. "Be as it may, she's still yours. Anyway, she will be ready to leave tomorrow, so you may rest here for the night. Feel free to the cafeteria if you're hungry." "Thank you.", Meil muttered, and the nurse departed through the doors once more.
Meil opened his eyes slowly, looking up at blinding lights on the ceiling. He'd fallen asleep in the armchair, and his back had been in an uncomfortable slumping position, making sitting up an effort. The windows revealed a gray and dreary morning, rain tapping lightly on the windows and roof.
Meil amused himself by reading tedious magazines, as the clock on the wall across from him ticked away the minutes. The door that the nurse had entered swung open, and the same nurse, holding a quietly snoozing Riolu, approached Meil, her face set in a glowing smile.
"Here she is.", she said proudly, setting the Riolu carefully in Meil's lap. Meil thought he was looking at a completely different Riolu all together. Her fur was sleek, clean, and felt like velvet to the touch and her body looked full and well nourished.
The ticks in her fur had been washed out, and she gave off the pleasant scent of shampoo. Meil's stomach began to feel light again, and this time he couldn't help it. She looked amazing. "Wow...", he whispered softly, touching her fur as if he couldn't believe anything could feel so warm, so full of life.
It had been such a long time since he'd ever been near a Pokemon. He'd forgotten what it felt like. But among these nostalgic feelings, there was a different, more foreign emotion he couldn't explain to himself. But it would have to wait, for now.
Meil stepped out into the pouring rain, holding the Riolu the same way he had the day before; cradled in his arms. The clean, fresh air was delightful after sitting in the stuffy Pokecenter lobby for such a long time. Meil looked down at the Riolu, still asleep, even as tiny raindrops spattered her glossy fur.
"Right, well. She's all better now. It's time to let her go." He said, walking down the street to route 202. A cluster of tall trees made a dry spot where the rain could not get through the leaves. He set her down on the ground at the foot of one of the trees. He backed away, then turned and began pacing silently away.
He knew, even before he'd taken five steps, that it was to late. He was stuck. He was attached to her, and he knew it. He turned to face her, still sleeping soundly against the trunk. The rain was soaking his clothes as he stood, looking down at the her.
Did he really want to be alone all his life, when the path to happiness unlike any he'd experienced before was staring him in the face? He knew he would be putting her in more danger than she would even know, but that didn't matter anymore. He didn't have to tell anyone. And if that danger came again, he would fight, he would not run anymore.
He picked her off the ground, and that same wonderful feeling of lightness surged back inside him. And as his arms held her close to his chest, he saw a tiny, yet beautiful blue flower growing between the roots of a tree. He recognized that flower. It was called Kyra's Bloom. Kyra. The name floated into his mind, and stuck there.
Touching her face gingerly, he whispered, "Hi, Kyra."
:Authors Notes:
You'll find out later in the story what this "danger" is.
"Can you tell me how she got in this state?", the nurse asked, inspecting the Riolu. Meil just shook his head. "I found her in the alleyway down the street. She was buried in the garbage. I think someone left her there." The nurse sighed heavily. "It's a shame. This happens all the time. Some trainers are so obsessed with power over companionship, that they simply throw away the Pokemon that aren't strong enough."
Meil's face was grim in rage. "That's sick.", he said in a disgusted tone. The nurse looked sympathetically down at the Riolu's filthy state. "It happens everyday sadly. They're just left to die in dumpsters and alleys."
"So, will she be all right?", Meil asked as the Riolu squirmed playfully in his arms. "Oh, yes. But it was lucky you found her when you did. I don't think she would have survived another night without proper nourishment." Meil felt a small lightness in his stomach. He was feeling relieved, but quickly suppressed these new and unfamiliar feelings as he passed the Riolu to the nurse.
"I'll be back to tell you how she's doing." Meil nodded as the nurse carried the Riolu through a door, leaving Meil to sit, and wait it out. Meil prodded his own feelings as he flipped through a Pokemon magazine unconsciously. Why was he feeling concerned? He didn't care what happen, right? It didn't matter, he was probably just tired.
He put down the magazine, and leaned back in the armchair, staring up at the white lights glaring down at him from the ceiling. When he closed his eyes, bright stars burst in front of his eyelids. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep right there.
His eyelids were starting to close when a voice in front of him jerked him awake. "Excuse me," Meil sat up, yawning, sliding his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. "Wha...?" "your Riolu will be staying for the night, but she should be fine by tomorrow. She's suffering from severe dehydration and starvation, but because of you, she will recover."
"Oh, um... she's not mine." "Well, yes I know, but I suppose you are rightfully her trainer now, considering you did find her." "But I'm not a trainer.", Meil protested. "Be as it may, she's still yours. Anyway, she will be ready to leave tomorrow, so you may rest here for the night. Feel free to the cafeteria if you're hungry." "Thank you.", Meil muttered, and the nurse departed through the doors once more.
Meil opened his eyes slowly, looking up at blinding lights on the ceiling. He'd fallen asleep in the armchair, and his back had been in an uncomfortable slumping position, making sitting up an effort. The windows revealed a gray and dreary morning, rain tapping lightly on the windows and roof.
Meil amused himself by reading tedious magazines, as the clock on the wall across from him ticked away the minutes. The door that the nurse had entered swung open, and the same nurse, holding a quietly snoozing Riolu, approached Meil, her face set in a glowing smile.
"Here she is.", she said proudly, setting the Riolu carefully in Meil's lap. Meil thought he was looking at a completely different Riolu all together. Her fur was sleek, clean, and felt like velvet to the touch and her body looked full and well nourished.
The ticks in her fur had been washed out, and she gave off the pleasant scent of shampoo. Meil's stomach began to feel light again, and this time he couldn't help it. She looked amazing. "Wow...", he whispered softly, touching her fur as if he couldn't believe anything could feel so warm, so full of life.
It had been such a long time since he'd ever been near a Pokemon. He'd forgotten what it felt like. But among these nostalgic feelings, there was a different, more foreign emotion he couldn't explain to himself. But it would have to wait, for now.
Meil stepped out into the pouring rain, holding the Riolu the same way he had the day before; cradled in his arms. The clean, fresh air was delightful after sitting in the stuffy Pokecenter lobby for such a long time. Meil looked down at the Riolu, still asleep, even as tiny raindrops spattered her glossy fur.
"Right, well. She's all better now. It's time to let her go." He said, walking down the street to route 202. A cluster of tall trees made a dry spot where the rain could not get through the leaves. He set her down on the ground at the foot of one of the trees. He backed away, then turned and began pacing silently away.
He knew, even before he'd taken five steps, that it was to late. He was stuck. He was attached to her, and he knew it. He turned to face her, still sleeping soundly against the trunk. The rain was soaking his clothes as he stood, looking down at the her.
Did he really want to be alone all his life, when the path to happiness unlike any he'd experienced before was staring him in the face? He knew he would be putting her in more danger than she would even know, but that didn't matter anymore. He didn't have to tell anyone. And if that danger came again, he would fight, he would not run anymore.
He picked her off the ground, and that same wonderful feeling of lightness surged back inside him. And as his arms held her close to his chest, he saw a tiny, yet beautiful blue flower growing between the roots of a tree. He recognized that flower. It was called Kyra's Bloom. Kyra. The name floated into his mind, and stuck there.
Touching her face gingerly, he whispered, "Hi, Kyra."
:Authors Notes:
You'll find out later in the story what this "danger" is.