Story Notes:
Yes, another Riolu/Lucario story. You'll have to deal with it, sorry.Sexless until chapter 5. I wanted to develop the characters' personalities first.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Other standard stuff applies as well. You don't like Pokemon smut or are under 18, leave now. Otherwise, enjoy.
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From the moment I met Riolu (I referred to her as just "Riolu" and not "the Riolu" after a few weeks), my life changed. No longer was I the lonely silent kid sitting in the back of the class. After enrolling in the new school close to my grandparents' house, I actually reached out to a few people and started to make friends. It really did make for a refreshing change. Yet I couldn't explain the change to those who asked. Who would believe me if I said that the mere act of having a pet around the house was enough to turn my life around? Even at the age of twelve I was smart enough to realize how odd that would sound. Eventually I went to the library, looking for more information on my--I mean my grandparents'-- Riolu. Unfortunately, the library had very little funding, and their Pokemon information was even more outdated than my own! Lot of good THAT did me. My grandparents didn't have an Internet connection or I could have found out all I wanted in an instant, and I didn't tell my friends about Riolu for a reason I wasn't able to explain. I wanted her to be my secret, my own special pet.
Even without outside information though, I knew there was something special about her. I quickly learned that making her happy made me happy in return, though I didn't know if that was a normal reaction or something deeper. Similarly, if Riolu was feeling saddened or angered by something, my own mood changed to reflect it. I questioned this behavior, but without even knowing what type of Pokemon she was I was unable to do more than guess about why this was.
Meanwhile, I started reading up on Pokemon information in general, absorbing as much as I could in an attempt to better understand them. There was so much information to read! Though the library's books were old, I was still able to salvage a good amount of material. I learned that most trainers started their journeys at the age of 14 (though 13 was also acceptable as a bare minimum) with at least one Pokemon to their name as a starter. I read about Pokemon feeding and sleeping habits and how to utilize these characteristics to one's advantage when catching Pokemon. I mostly skipped over the sections on mating habits with a very evident blush on my face, thanking the stars that I was reading in the privacy of my own room, not at the library itself (I always brought the books home, as the library always had this musky, "old book" odor I couldn't stand).
One time as I was returning several Pokemon books to the library (Haunted Encounters and Grangy Grass Types, among others), the librarian called me over for a minute.
"Justtyn, I have a surprise for you. Come into the back room."
This was an odd request, but I complied nonetheless. The librarian wasn't at all like I had expected before first entering the library and was instead a nice, middle-aged woman with poofy hair and an undying passion for books. Good lord she read a lot, mostly romance novels (I couldn't help but notice). Regardless, I had soon learned to trust her completely, especially when it came to book recommendations. She knew which books had the information I was seeking and which ones were boring walls of text with no real content, making sure I stayed interested in my research for months on end.
We reached the back room. "What is it, Mrs. Grant? What did you want to show me?"
"Give me one second and I'll find it." She rummaged on the shelf for a minute, each second heightening my anticipation, not exactly helped by her constant muttering - "Hm, could have sworn I put it here" and "well that's odd" among other phrases. "Aha!" she finally exclaimed, "I found it!"
Pulling the book off the shelf and placing it on the table, Mrs. Grant read the title for me: "Modern Psychic Pokemon of Our World, Volume 3"
I looked up at her in slight confusion, to which she explained, "I phoned your grandmother and found out why you've been so interested in Pokemon recently. We had some money left over and I thought you might want to know more about your Riolu. It's a little tattered," she added while gesturing to the frayed edges, "but the price was right and I knew you wouldn't mind it that much."
I stared at the cover, a montage of several very obviously Psychic-type Pokemon, each in a different pose (both battle and non-combat). I didn't see my Riolu on there, but if Mrs. Grant said the info was there I was willing to trust her. Nobody couldn't trust her smile.
"When can I check it out?" I asked, bubbling with excitement. "Can I bring it home now?"
"Well, it still needs to be added to the computer system, and I still have to add the library's stickers on the back cover," she explained. Upon seeing my crestfallen face however, she quickly added, "But that can wait until later I'm sure. As long as you promise to bring it back in two weeks, you can go home with it today. Do we have a deal?"
"Deal!"
I practically raced home, slammed the front door shut as I ran in, and sprinted to my room to start reading the new book. I started out by reading it page to page, but soon my anxiousness got the better of me and I looked in the Table of Contents to skip directly to the Riolu section. And there, on page 283, I finally got my answer.
"The aura that emanates from its body intensifies to alert others if it is afraid or sad." Seemed like I was on the right track, and after a visit to the dictionary to look up the word "aura" (and subsequent visits for "distinctive" and "emanating" which were found in the "aura" definition), I finally understood that this aura, whatever it truly functioned as, was the reason I was able to feel impressions of Riolu's emotions.
That was probably one of the key moments in our relationship. Once I realized that those flashes of emotion weren't just figments of my own imagination, I gained a whole new respect for the little furball. I started paying more attention to this "aura" in an attempt to connect with it somehow, to become closer to Riolu than what was normally possible.
Apparently, it worked.Chapter End Notes:Hardly proof-read this one at all, so I apologize for any errors or inconsistencies. Just wanted to get it posted.
Next chapter will most certainly skip a few years, otherwise it would taken ten chapters just to get to age 13. More than likely Justtyn will start his journey early in the chapter, depends on how much longer I can keep writing about nothing at all >_
Other standard stuff applies as well. You don't like Pokemon smut or are under 18, leave now. Otherwise, enjoy.
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From the moment I met Riolu (I referred to her as just "Riolu" and not "the Riolu" after a few weeks), my life changed. No longer was I the lonely silent kid sitting in the back of the class. After enrolling in the new school close to my grandparents' house, I actually reached out to a few people and started to make friends. It really did make for a refreshing change. Yet I couldn't explain the change to those who asked. Who would believe me if I said that the mere act of having a pet around the house was enough to turn my life around? Even at the age of twelve I was smart enough to realize how odd that would sound. Eventually I went to the library, looking for more information on my--I mean my grandparents'-- Riolu. Unfortunately, the library had very little funding, and their Pokemon information was even more outdated than my own! Lot of good THAT did me. My grandparents didn't have an Internet connection or I could have found out all I wanted in an instant, and I didn't tell my friends about Riolu for a reason I wasn't able to explain. I wanted her to be my secret, my own special pet.
Even without outside information though, I knew there was something special about her. I quickly learned that making her happy made me happy in return, though I didn't know if that was a normal reaction or something deeper. Similarly, if Riolu was feeling saddened or angered by something, my own mood changed to reflect it. I questioned this behavior, but without even knowing what type of Pokemon she was I was unable to do more than guess about why this was.
Meanwhile, I started reading up on Pokemon information in general, absorbing as much as I could in an attempt to better understand them. There was so much information to read! Though the library's books were old, I was still able to salvage a good amount of material. I learned that most trainers started their journeys at the age of 14 (though 13 was also acceptable as a bare minimum) with at least one Pokemon to their name as a starter. I read about Pokemon feeding and sleeping habits and how to utilize these characteristics to one's advantage when catching Pokemon. I mostly skipped over the sections on mating habits with a very evident blush on my face, thanking the stars that I was reading in the privacy of my own room, not at the library itself (I always brought the books home, as the library always had this musky, "old book" odor I couldn't stand).
One time as I was returning several Pokemon books to the library (Haunted Encounters and Grangy Grass Types, among others), the librarian called me over for a minute.
"Justtyn, I have a surprise for you. Come into the back room."
This was an odd request, but I complied nonetheless. The librarian wasn't at all like I had expected before first entering the library and was instead a nice, middle-aged woman with poofy hair and an undying passion for books. Good lord she read a lot, mostly romance novels (I couldn't help but notice). Regardless, I had soon learned to trust her completely, especially when it came to book recommendations. She knew which books had the information I was seeking and which ones were boring walls of text with no real content, making sure I stayed interested in my research for months on end.
We reached the back room. "What is it, Mrs. Grant? What did you want to show me?"
"Give me one second and I'll find it." She rummaged on the shelf for a minute, each second heightening my anticipation, not exactly helped by her constant muttering - "Hm, could have sworn I put it here" and "well that's odd" among other phrases. "Aha!" she finally exclaimed, "I found it!"
Pulling the book off the shelf and placing it on the table, Mrs. Grant read the title for me: "Modern Psychic Pokemon of Our World, Volume 3"
I looked up at her in slight confusion, to which she explained, "I phoned your grandmother and found out why you've been so interested in Pokemon recently. We had some money left over and I thought you might want to know more about your Riolu. It's a little tattered," she added while gesturing to the frayed edges, "but the price was right and I knew you wouldn't mind it that much."
I stared at the cover, a montage of several very obviously Psychic-type Pokemon, each in a different pose (both battle and non-combat). I didn't see my Riolu on there, but if Mrs. Grant said the info was there I was willing to trust her. Nobody couldn't trust her smile.
"When can I check it out?" I asked, bubbling with excitement. "Can I bring it home now?"
"Well, it still needs to be added to the computer system, and I still have to add the library's stickers on the back cover," she explained. Upon seeing my crestfallen face however, she quickly added, "But that can wait until later I'm sure. As long as you promise to bring it back in two weeks, you can go home with it today. Do we have a deal?"
"Deal!"
I practically raced home, slammed the front door shut as I ran in, and sprinted to my room to start reading the new book. I started out by reading it page to page, but soon my anxiousness got the better of me and I looked in the Table of Contents to skip directly to the Riolu section. And there, on page 283, I finally got my answer.
"The aura that emanates from its body intensifies to alert others if it is afraid or sad." Seemed like I was on the right track, and after a visit to the dictionary to look up the word "aura" (and subsequent visits for "distinctive" and "emanating" which were found in the "aura" definition), I finally understood that this aura, whatever it truly functioned as, was the reason I was able to feel impressions of Riolu's emotions.
That was probably one of the key moments in our relationship. Once I realized that those flashes of emotion weren't just figments of my own imagination, I gained a whole new respect for the little furball. I started paying more attention to this "aura" in an attempt to connect with it somehow, to become closer to Riolu than what was normally possible.
Apparently, it worked.Chapter End Notes:Hardly proof-read this one at all, so I apologize for any errors or inconsistencies. Just wanted to get it posted.
Next chapter will most certainly skip a few years, otherwise it would taken ten chapters just to get to age 13. More than likely Justtyn will start his journey early in the chapter, depends on how much longer I can keep writing about nothing at all >_