Story Notes:
Basically, I've been wanting to make a very long lasting series with lots of intrigue and such, and have finally come up with this. I like the story-line behind it, though for now I'm just going to post the first chapter to see just what everyone thinks of it. No sex until later chapters.
Chapter 2: Training
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Months pass, the Eevee growing in size as well as strength, his step-father soon putting the young Syon through trial after trial, slowly strengthening the kit. The first week was harsh for the young Eevee, surprised at the rigorous things he was forced to do, not allowed to eat nor drink until he completed them.
"No, hit it HARDER!" The Absol shouted to Syon as he reeled from the most recent Tackle attack aimed at the thick piece of wood. He took a few paces back to his designated starting area and spread his legs to keep himself standing, though they wobbled and shook, the young kit teetering as is. His forehead had split open, letting small trickles of blood travel through his soft brown furred muzzle, creating stains and getting in his eyes.
He shook his head to dash the blood from them, and looked at what he'd managed to do to the tree stump. A small patch of wood had been exposed and bloodied from the Eevee's constant battering of his head against it, though it refused to budge or crack an inch. "You aren't gonna get anything to eat or drink until I see a fucking SPLIT in that wood!"
"Y-yes Daddy..." He grunted, and dug his paws in for another round. He'd been working at this one stump throughout the entire day, not having had breakfast, nor lunch during the time he was 'training'. He glowered at the stump, hoping it would break as his muscles tensed, and he sprinted towards the tree for another time in the countless attempts he'd made.
Only a yard from the stump, he leaped, putting all his remaining strength into the tackle attack. He hit the stump with a dull thud, the Eevee's head jolting from the impact. Feeling his legs give out, he backed up a few paces, then slumped onto his rump, panting heavily and wiping the blood from his eyes, his forehead having split open ages ago. It stung, but had become nothing but a dull throb by now. No crack.
He gave a snarl. "DAMNIT!" He shouted, before charging it again, eyes flashing a brilliant red color as he slammed into the tree stump, and uprooted it this time! The big chunk of wood flew a good ten feet before slamming into another tree and splitting in half, Syon though lay passed out in the ditch it had left.
Jag looked in astonishment at the tree stump, then a grin slowly spread across his features, one which normally turned the blood of his enemy's cold with fear. "So he has a snapping-point does he..?" He said quietly, padding over to the kit, picking him up, and carrying the unconscious pokemon back into his den. The wound on his head was cleaned, and the Eevee left to rest with food and drink nearby for when he woke while the Absol went off to Ruby to tell her the news.
The Flareon had taken an interest in the Eevee when he showed signs of becoming a fighter under his 'father's' tutelage, the calculating Eon having been watching him from time to time, though sometimes Jag would take him out to train without her knowing, which infuriated her. But this time, she would find out just what it was he had been doing...
"Hello Ruby." Said the dark type as he ducked into her den unannounced. She jumped, having been diligently cleaning her den, a habit she couldn't seem to shake.
With a growl she turned around, then glowered at Jag. "...what do you want?" She asked, calming down, fury replaced with curiosity at the triumphant smirk that was on the male's black muzzle. "And what's that smile for?"
He sat himself down without asking, and almost seemed to wag his tail. Yes, he was that happy. "I found out that 'our' little Syon has a...switch."
Ruby grumbled at the almost affectionate title given to 'the brat' as she called him. "A 'switch'? Meaning...?" She quirked an eyebrow, then went back to her work of cleaning as if he wasn't important enough...though her ear was still swiveled and perked, showing she was listening.
"Well, you see I took him out for some training, just a little..." He paused, then chuckled darkly. "Father-son bonding time. You know."
The Flareon rolled her eyes but remained silent as the male continued. "Well, he was on his last verge of strength, and couldn't complete the task I'd given him. It frustrated him to the point of fury, and something seemed to...click."
Ruby stopped in her cleaning and turned her head enough to look at Jag out of the corner of her eye. "...click?"
Jag sighed as if she was stupid and turned around, padding outside. "Come with me, I'll show you."
She growled but followed after the male as he led her out of the little camp and out into the woods where Jag had been training Syon. Once there, he gestured with a scarred forepaw at the area in general, letting the female take it all in and guess what'd happened for herself.
"...hmph." Was all she said as she looked over the scene. 'Does the boy really have that much strength? No...Jag said something 'clicked', so maybe...' So you're telling me the brat did this?"
Jag nodded. "Yes, he did. His eyes seemed to flash a red color though when it happened."
This made Ruby pause and pad over to where blood had spattered onto the already red grass, her nose lowering to take in the semi-fresh metallic scent. "Hmm...Where is he now?" She asked, glancing at the male dark type.
"In the den, sleeping. Maybe he's up by now. Why?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I want Apollo to look at him, that's why." She said, before turning, and leaving...heading back for camp. Jag rushed after her.
"Apollo!? Why do you want that old cook to look at the boy?" He asked, getting beside, and a little in front of her to make it seem like she was the one following.
Ruby snorted. "Because I want to know whether or not the boy will go ballistic on us if we flick this 'switch'."
The male growled but stopped and headed for his den, Ruby following after him. "Like hell, the boss barely let me keep him, and if Apollo says anything bad, he'll get thrown out for sure. You know how superstitious he is..."
She nodded and reached down a paw which seemed to glow red. A hiss sounded out as she pressed it to Syon's forehead, the wound being burned shut. He yowled and awakened, jerking back and growling at Ruby...then relaxing when he saw it was only his adoptive mother. "Oh...Ruby, sorry..." He said, apologizing.
Ruby sneered. "Don't apologize to me you idiot." She snorted, then watched as the Eevee nodded, then ignored the two while wolfing down the food set for him, his legs shaking with the effort of moving food into his maw, but soon growing stronger, and a little slower so he didn't get sick.
Once finished, he licked his lips clean and sat up, looking up at the two adults. "Whatcha doin' in here Ruby? I thought you didn't like being in Daddy's den." He asked, head tilting to the side.
She grunted, "Because he wanted to show off what you did of course. I wouldn't be in here for any other reason." The female said, flicking her tail and standing. She paused, leaned down and gave Syon a soft lick to the cheek, before turning and leaving on the spot, leaving both males a little surprised.
Jag recovered faster and grinned down at the kit. "Heh, guess she likes you boy. Maybe this finally proved you aren't worthless, at least to her."
Syon snapped out of it once that was said, and he nodded, looking up at his 'father'. "I guess so." He shrugged and yawned a bit before lowering back down and nosing at the remaining scraps of food. "...Daddy?" He asked quietly, not looking up at the Absol.
"What is it?" Jag queried, looking down at his adoptive son. "And I told you not to call me that. Just call me Father or Jag or Dad or something, just not 'Daddy'. You're not a baby anymore."
The Eevee nodded and shifted. "Father...where did I come from?"
Jag was a little startled by this question, but didn't show it. "Why do you ask that, boy?"
Syon shrugged with a roll of his shoulders. "Uncle Half-ear told me that you found me on the border of the Bloodgrass Fields."
The Absol growled at this but managed not to bare his fangs. "Yes...you were found in the fields by me and that stupid dog."
The Eevee perked its ears. "But, then...you're...not my father?" he asked, slowly folding his ears and looking down at the ground.
Jag snorted softly. "No, I'm not...but I know who is." He looked down as Syon perked instantly and looked up at the male. The Absol smirked a bit. "Your real father is my younger brother, Sloan. For some reason, whatever it may be, he abandoned you in the fields, probably hoping that you would die there."
Syon whimpered softly and curled up into a little ball. "But...but why would he want that?"
The older male shook his head. "Perhaps he just thought you weren't worth it."
"Oh..." Syon repeated, looking sad for a moment...then shrugging and scooting closer to the larger male for the meager bits of comfort and warmth that he offered.
"I do though..." Jag said, and shifted, curling around the younger fox pokemon. "Do not worry about the past, it's come and gone, and there's nothing you can do about it. Worrying is for the weak of mind and will." He looked down at Syon as those ice blue eyes turned up to look into his. "You are not weak of mind and will, are you?"
The Eevee shook his head, those ice blue eyes taking on a cold tone that always occurred whenever he became serious about something. "I am not, Father. I am strong...like you." He the nuzzled into the coarse snow white fur and dozed off to sleep.
For all his harshness, the Absol had a growing soft spot for the boy, shown in the pride for Syon's accomplishments and giving the younger comfort when even he knew a child...is still a child, and thus needed an adult comforting him.
Ruby watched all of this silently from just outside then den, the female giving a soft, "Hmph..." and heading back for her own den to resume, and finish, her cleaning.
Months pass, the Eevee growing in size as well as strength, his step-father soon putting the young Syon through trial after trial, slowly strengthening the kit. The first week was harsh for the young Eevee, surprised at the rigorous things he was forced to do, not allowed to eat nor drink until he completed them.
"No, hit it HARDER!" The Absol shouted to Syon as he reeled from the most recent Tackle attack aimed at the thick piece of wood. He took a few paces back to his designated starting area and spread his legs to keep himself standing, though they wobbled and shook, the young kit teetering as is. His forehead had split open, letting small trickles of blood travel through his soft brown furred muzzle, creating stains and getting in his eyes.
He shook his head to dash the blood from them, and looked at what he'd managed to do to the tree stump. A small patch of wood had been exposed and bloodied from the Eevee's constant battering of his head against it, though it refused to budge or crack an inch. "You aren't gonna get anything to eat or drink until I see a fucking SPLIT in that wood!"
"Y-yes Daddy..." He grunted, and dug his paws in for another round. He'd been working at this one stump throughout the entire day, not having had breakfast, nor lunch during the time he was 'training'. He glowered at the stump, hoping it would break as his muscles tensed, and he sprinted towards the tree for another time in the countless attempts he'd made.
Only a yard from the stump, he leaped, putting all his remaining strength into the tackle attack. He hit the stump with a dull thud, the Eevee's head jolting from the impact. Feeling his legs give out, he backed up a few paces, then slumped onto his rump, panting heavily and wiping the blood from his eyes, his forehead having split open ages ago. It stung, but had become nothing but a dull throb by now. No crack.
He gave a snarl. "DAMNIT!" He shouted, before charging it again, eyes flashing a brilliant red color as he slammed into the tree stump, and uprooted it this time! The big chunk of wood flew a good ten feet before slamming into another tree and splitting in half, Syon though lay passed out in the ditch it had left.
Jag looked in astonishment at the tree stump, then a grin slowly spread across his features, one which normally turned the blood of his enemy's cold with fear. "So he has a snapping-point does he..?" He said quietly, padding over to the kit, picking him up, and carrying the unconscious pokemon back into his den. The wound on his head was cleaned, and the Eevee left to rest with food and drink nearby for when he woke while the Absol went off to Ruby to tell her the news.
The Flareon had taken an interest in the Eevee when he showed signs of becoming a fighter under his 'father's' tutelage, the calculating Eon having been watching him from time to time, though sometimes Jag would take him out to train without her knowing, which infuriated her. But this time, she would find out just what it was he had been doing...
"Hello Ruby." Said the dark type as he ducked into her den unannounced. She jumped, having been diligently cleaning her den, a habit she couldn't seem to shake.
With a growl she turned around, then glowered at Jag. "...what do you want?" She asked, calming down, fury replaced with curiosity at the triumphant smirk that was on the male's black muzzle. "And what's that smile for?"
He sat himself down without asking, and almost seemed to wag his tail. Yes, he was that happy. "I found out that 'our' little Syon has a...switch."
Ruby grumbled at the almost affectionate title given to 'the brat' as she called him. "A 'switch'? Meaning...?" She quirked an eyebrow, then went back to her work of cleaning as if he wasn't important enough...though her ear was still swiveled and perked, showing she was listening.
"Well, you see I took him out for some training, just a little..." He paused, then chuckled darkly. "Father-son bonding time. You know."
The Flareon rolled her eyes but remained silent as the male continued. "Well, he was on his last verge of strength, and couldn't complete the task I'd given him. It frustrated him to the point of fury, and something seemed to...click."
Ruby stopped in her cleaning and turned her head enough to look at Jag out of the corner of her eye. "...click?"
Jag sighed as if she was stupid and turned around, padding outside. "Come with me, I'll show you."
She growled but followed after the male as he led her out of the little camp and out into the woods where Jag had been training Syon. Once there, he gestured with a scarred forepaw at the area in general, letting the female take it all in and guess what'd happened for herself.
"...hmph." Was all she said as she looked over the scene. 'Does the boy really have that much strength? No...Jag said something 'clicked', so maybe...' So you're telling me the brat did this?"
Jag nodded. "Yes, he did. His eyes seemed to flash a red color though when it happened."
This made Ruby pause and pad over to where blood had spattered onto the already red grass, her nose lowering to take in the semi-fresh metallic scent. "Hmm...Where is he now?" She asked, glancing at the male dark type.
"In the den, sleeping. Maybe he's up by now. Why?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I want Apollo to look at him, that's why." She said, before turning, and leaving...heading back for camp. Jag rushed after her.
"Apollo!? Why do you want that old cook to look at the boy?" He asked, getting beside, and a little in front of her to make it seem like she was the one following.
Ruby snorted. "Because I want to know whether or not the boy will go ballistic on us if we flick this 'switch'."
The male growled but stopped and headed for his den, Ruby following after him. "Like hell, the boss barely let me keep him, and if Apollo says anything bad, he'll get thrown out for sure. You know how superstitious he is..."
She nodded and reached down a paw which seemed to glow red. A hiss sounded out as she pressed it to Syon's forehead, the wound being burned shut. He yowled and awakened, jerking back and growling at Ruby...then relaxing when he saw it was only his adoptive mother. "Oh...Ruby, sorry..." He said, apologizing.
Ruby sneered. "Don't apologize to me you idiot." She snorted, then watched as the Eevee nodded, then ignored the two while wolfing down the food set for him, his legs shaking with the effort of moving food into his maw, but soon growing stronger, and a little slower so he didn't get sick.
Once finished, he licked his lips clean and sat up, looking up at the two adults. "Whatcha doin' in here Ruby? I thought you didn't like being in Daddy's den." He asked, head tilting to the side.
She grunted, "Because he wanted to show off what you did of course. I wouldn't be in here for any other reason." The female said, flicking her tail and standing. She paused, leaned down and gave Syon a soft lick to the cheek, before turning and leaving on the spot, leaving both males a little surprised.
Jag recovered faster and grinned down at the kit. "Heh, guess she likes you boy. Maybe this finally proved you aren't worthless, at least to her."
Syon snapped out of it once that was said, and he nodded, looking up at his 'father'. "I guess so." He shrugged and yawned a bit before lowering back down and nosing at the remaining scraps of food. "...Daddy?" He asked quietly, not looking up at the Absol.
"What is it?" Jag queried, looking down at his adoptive son. "And I told you not to call me that. Just call me Father or Jag or Dad or something, just not 'Daddy'. You're not a baby anymore."
The Eevee nodded and shifted. "Father...where did I come from?"
Jag was a little startled by this question, but didn't show it. "Why do you ask that, boy?"
Syon shrugged with a roll of his shoulders. "Uncle Half-ear told me that you found me on the border of the Bloodgrass Fields."
The Absol growled at this but managed not to bare his fangs. "Yes...you were found in the fields by me and that stupid dog."
The Eevee perked its ears. "But, then...you're...not my father?" he asked, slowly folding his ears and looking down at the ground.
Jag snorted softly. "No, I'm not...but I know who is." He looked down as Syon perked instantly and looked up at the male. The Absol smirked a bit. "Your real father is my younger brother, Sloan. For some reason, whatever it may be, he abandoned you in the fields, probably hoping that you would die there."
Syon whimpered softly and curled up into a little ball. "But...but why would he want that?"
The older male shook his head. "Perhaps he just thought you weren't worth it."
"Oh..." Syon repeated, looking sad for a moment...then shrugging and scooting closer to the larger male for the meager bits of comfort and warmth that he offered.
"I do though..." Jag said, and shifted, curling around the younger fox pokemon. "Do not worry about the past, it's come and gone, and there's nothing you can do about it. Worrying is for the weak of mind and will." He looked down at Syon as those ice blue eyes turned up to look into his. "You are not weak of mind and will, are you?"
The Eevee shook his head, those ice blue eyes taking on a cold tone that always occurred whenever he became serious about something. "I am not, Father. I am strong...like you." He the nuzzled into the coarse snow white fur and dozed off to sleep.
For all his harshness, the Absol had a growing soft spot for the boy, shown in the pride for Syon's accomplishments and giving the younger comfort when even he knew a child...is still a child, and thus needed an adult comforting him.
Ruby watched all of this silently from just outside then den, the female giving a soft, "Hmph..." and heading back for her own den to resume, and finish, her cleaning.