Chapter 1 (Part 1)
Okay, time for my stupendous return. As some of you may know, and many won't, I was the author of A Pokemon's Forbidden Love. Back in the days when it was basically illiterate. Here I am now, attempting to bring it back to it's former glory and continue with the story I know many people enjoyed when It was, shit, basically. So to all of those who've read this before, I hope you enjoy as much as you did before. And to all you new fellow's who are just reading this, please enjoy this story and keep watching for further updates! Tell me what you think, don't be afraid to critique as all I'm doing is attempting to become a better author. I can't do that if you just shut yer traps, can I?!1 :3
Disclaimer thingy: I do not own any publicly recognizable characters: Glaceon is a trademark to Pokemon, Nintendo, Gamefreak and is the use of Pokemon and all recognizable names/places, ect. Copywrited to Me, Ryu Foxx, Ryuzaki Kai or L-Foxx is the plotline of this story and characters personalities and names.
Enjoy!
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Pokémon; the Pokémon World; a vast landscape, ever growing with more inventing and ingenious Pokémon; New breeds, new people. Yet, why do we all think it's perfect? Why do we believe that, no-one steals in this world? How do we know that other Pokémon won't kill to survive in the wild? It's not perfect, and it never will be perfect; just as corrupt and filthy as our world. However, saying that. Our world can sometimes, in the right light, be magnificent. Glorious and amazing; with its beautiful landscapes, ingenious creative minds and above all; the love and passion we hold for things; whether they're objects, or other humans. So who's to say that in the Pokémon world, there isn't a good side to the shadows we never see?
Such is a story of that brilliant light which guides everyone, and the darkening shadows that the Pokémon world hides from you - a story of passion, gone wrong; on so many levels... Yet it's so right, so profound and so, perfect, that the shadows may have to be broken to keep it. This story is about love; his name, Buck - a lonely child who's lived his entire life without the comfort of friends, who just seem to abandon him right when he needs them. Buck lives in the Pokémon world; his aim is to become a Pokémon master - so naive, just like every other Pokémon trainer. He will never achieve this ambition; though this is what they all strive and aim for. With no income, no support many of them fail and end up working, just like everyone else - this is the harsh reality of a Pokémon trainer; there is no money involved; and just like our world, money makes the world go round.
Buck is an average seventeen year old boy; six feet in height, average build; slightly tanned; medium length brown hair. Yup, everything about him is average; but not normal. The reason why we're following him is because this young boy has a very interesting life ahead of him... Something that even he doesn't understand - but in due course, it will become apparent.
So for now I leave you with Buck, the beginning of his adventure and yours, and I do hope you enjoy his story. I know I did.
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The sun beat down on the tiny cabin; its varnished wood panels shined happily against the sun's rays as it stood majestically against the brilliant green grass. It was summer here; flowers bloomed in a variety of colours, shapes and sizes; the grass thrived in the sun's rays, growing tall and blushing a deep dark green. To the right of the cabin laid another one, similar in size and shape, though its wood work was old and frail - almost crumbing. This cabin had lost its once majestic glimmer, and now stood in complete dull contrast to the brand new cabin, which stood handsomely beside it.
Dotted around were similar cabins, each with assorted sell-by dates; this small village was called Twinleaf; a village renowned for its ambitious Pokémon trainers- some reaching the elite's while others doing odd things, however, each to their own the village was host to a many famous names. None of them lived there anymore, as there was nothing in the village to keep anyone occupied - with its lack of entertainment. Well, if you like knitting classes or 'how to create wood sculptures with your Pokémon', then this village is just up your street.
The small, worn down cabin was home to Buck and his mother; his father, being one of those famous trainers, was no longer around. Inside the cabin laid worn furniture; wooden dressers cracking and breaking under the pressure mounted on top of them; while sofa's - aged and dated - sat comfortably on the old rug they partnered with since the day they moved into the house. It was only one tier with 4 rooms, playing host to Bucks bedroom, his mothers, the lounge and finally the kitchen - no bathroom, which was in the outpost outside.
All his life, Buck had lived in the small shabby house, and never once was he ashamed of the life he'd been given - but no-one lived in this cabin anymore. The walls sat dryly, aching under the pressure of the roof while the abandoned furniture longed for the voices of the humans again - but they would never return; the house was broken. All the fond memories that had been passed now left to ferment in the foundations of the building some people used to call home.
It creaked in agony as the wind hit hard against its side; its foundations wavering with the sway of the wind each time it picked up.
Opposite to Twinleaf was the town called Sandgem; a much more, interesting town which played host to the famous Pokémon Lab of Sinnoh. Its houses differed slightly, as the mixed foundations of bricks and wood, created a much sturdier house than could be found in Twinleaf. Here was where Buck had moved with his mother; into one of the more subtle small houses in the edge of the city. This one stood tall and proud, slightly aged though cared for. Inside the sound of a vacuum cleaner hummed, whirring over the stylish rugs inside; a stout woman guiding it across the carpet skilfully. Her hair was long and curly, while her physique matched that of a typical mother; stout, with round, rosy cheeks. She smiled to herself and she whistled along, pushing the vacuum cleaner happily across the rugs. It had been almost a month now that her son had left the house to go on his Pokémon adventure, just like many other teenagers had across the Sinnoh region. She didn't know how things were turning out, or whether Buck was okay or not, but she trusted him; waiting for the day that he'll return home and tell her everything he'd seen, all his adventures and stories. With that in mind, it kept her going each day.
Truth is, I'm Buck. I figured I'd let you in on a few things in my life before I went any further. As for where I am now, well, you'll see; but there is a few things I'd like to tell you about myself first, since we're going to be travelling together. I'm seventeen, a male, as you might have guessed. I'm just an average boy, and that's all I can say really - I like to cook, an avid collector of miscellaneous Pokéballs. But most importantly, who I am. You see, I'm not really the type to get jealous of people; I'm too kind, and caring as well. A sucker for love I can tell you - But there's something that I don't understand about me, which is the most worrying part. There's something inside me that, I just can't grasp; but it won't stop me from having fun!
Lately, I've been having a few problems... Trainer problems. A month ago, I started my Pokémon Journey with my best friend. Zhen - at that time, he was... How do I put it? Cool, alright? We'd been friends ever since we were kids, and so, starting my Pokémon Journey with him was probably one of the best things that could have happened, back then. But, he changed... Always talking about how, I was holding him back and that he didn't want to see me anymore; that I was a joke to him, and that I'm... A joke of a Pokémon trainer.
I couldn't believe it. And that's when I started having doubts about being a trainer; but what made it worse was, when my first Pokémon, Eevee... She started despising me. When Zhen left, so did her partner and she was heartbroken. Taking all her stress out on me... So, as you might be able to tell it's been difficult to gain her trust back, as she blames me for it. But we're nearly there now - we still have some issues, such as who's washing the dishes. No, I joke. I just hope, that in time, I'll be able to get things back on track; I don't want to quit being a trainer...
Anyway, that's all I've got to say for now. I'll be seeing you around.
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"Eevee! Quick Attack now!"
''Vee!'
A chestnut brown streak dashed towards its opposition; striking it swiftly in the chest, causing the small creature to hit the ground with a dull thud motionless. The brown streak hit the ground, landing on all four paws, poised and ready to strike; its eyes, a light blue colour, glared at the lifeless body on the floor, ignoring it's long fur as it swayed in front of its face while the wind picked up around them. The same chestnut brown fur covered its entire body and halfway up its paintbrush-like tail, where it shifted from brown to cream at the end; the same cream fur covered the fluffy mane around its neck.
There was a long whine from the small creature as it tried to lift itself up, but collapsed again - with no energy and no stamina, the poor creature was left to beg for mercy. A beam of crimson light hit the lifeless creature and covered it's body, engulfing it and dissolving the creature into a translucent pink light, which returned backwards towards its source; a small red and white Pokéball. Holding the ball was a frustrated looking trainer; his eyes raw with anger, though his physique and age caused him to only look like a whiney little brat.
"Alright, good job Eevee!"
The voice was masculine; tinted with care and compassion though strong and meaningful. Eevee, the small brown and cream Pokémon turned to face the human; noticing how she loved the flow of his long brown hair in the wind and the powerful gaze from his deep brown eyes. He wore a black leather jacket which bore a Poke Ball emblem embossed on the chest.
Walking towards the small creature, he beamed a smile down at her and chuckled slightly; lifting her up into his arms and stroking at her fur, his smile ceasing to remove itself. She chirped happily, nuzzling gently against Buck's chin, closing her brilliant blue eyes as she enjoyed the touch of his body against her silky smooth fur. There was a cough ahead of them, causing the two to look up ahead; their gaze now focused on the small bratty child, his face plastered with the sweet look of defeat.
"Okay, you win, Buck. Take it..."
He pumped his fist forward, face retort with anguish as tears began to stroll down the child's face. In his fist was a small pouch, and inside, all of his battle winnings. Buck laughed half heartedly and smiled at the child kindly, turning around and beginning to walk in the opposite direction.
"Keep it; you need it a Hell of a lot more than I do."
His fist lowered, face now shocked as he stuttered something, shifting around anxiously. He chuckled and shouting his gratitude towards Buck, who simply lifted an arm and tilted his hand to the side before placing it back.
"You did really well today Eevee, I'm proud of you. At this rate, we'll be able to challenge Snowpoint's Gym with ease. What do you say to a little treat?"
''Vee! 'Vee!'
"I'll take that as a yes then! Alright, we'll head back to Celestic Town, eat up, rest up and get ready for tomorrow!"
And with that, a happy 'Vee!' and a few licks from the tiny Pokémon, they continued down the small pathway; following the jagged signs which pointed vaguely towards Celestic Town.
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The sun beat down against the trees which surrounded a small village; Celestic town, which was well know for it's bizarre methods of healing, it's array of different spices and the legends, myths and prophecies that surrounded the village. Specialists from around the region travelled there to set up businesses as it was such a well known and diverse place; which meant, though small the village was, it thrived on a daily basis.
A simple archway gaped through the trees revealing a small and narrow pathway; down it walked a human and beside him, a small two-foot-high Pokémon - Buck and Eevee. They both made their way through the shaded trees into the brilliant sunlight; squinting as it dazzled both of them. Searching, Buck spotted the small restaurant he'd visited previously. He grinned, but didn't make his way towards it; instead, he turned to face a large building - white washed walls at the base while a brilliant red roof; at the front, a large 'PC' sign. The Pokémon Centre.
Two translucent doors slid open as Buck approached them, stepping through them with a welcoming stench of antibiotics and disinfectants; the usual Pokémon centre smell. This particular centre was small, with only a few desks and sofas to count, the reception desk took most of the space. Behind it stood a woman, her face heavily made up and her hair, which was bubblegum pink in colour, sprayed into an outrageous style. It wasn't her natural hair; she was Nurse Joy - famously renowned for running all the Pokémon centres... Until the family got imprisoned for incest and slavery... Quite disturbing actually, the males would be locked up as slaves and the females would 'breed' the males to keep the female 'Nurse Joy' gene alive - unfortunately, one of the males escaped and informed the police, so now we have imposters who try to look like Nurse Joy, in an attempt to make things normal - they fail.
What wasn't normal was her voice, well, his, I should say. Though his complexion seemed female, he spoke in a very deep male voice - very disturbing.
"Hello and welcome, how may I serve you today?"
It was strange, after all these years of the sweet Nurse Joy, now he was greeted by a transvestite.
"Uhh, hey Si... Ma'am. I'd just like my Pokémon to have a quick check up. We're going to Snowpo..."
He was cut off by the 'nurse' who simply pulled out a clip board from under the desk, slamming it on the table and clicked a pen.
"Alright then. Tell me your name, gender, age, date of birth and Pokémon Trainer Number. I'll also need the number of Pokémon you've got, their species, and gender if you know them. You can only do 6 Pokémon at a time."
And with that said, he swirled a piece of paper towards Buck, who took it and the pen and began writing in the Boxes.
Name : Buck
Age : 17
Gender : Male
Date Of Birth : 01/11/92
Trainer Number : 98645378
No. of Pokémon : 4
1st
Species: Eevee
Gender: Female
2nd
Species: Flygon
Gender: Female
3rd
Species: Absol
Gender: Male
4th
Species: Charmander
Gender: Male
5th
Species: N/A
Gender: N/A
6th
Species: N/A
Gender: N/A
He finished writing, placing the ink pen down next to the pad only for it to be flicked off by the 'nurse' as he shifted the clipboard around; typing something into the computer slowly, as if confused about the keys; staring at them as if they'd moved since he last touched them.
"Okay... I'll need your balls now."
Buck obliged, grasping the three Pokéballs that were clipped to his Trainer belt; placing them down on the counter before reaching to lift the little Eevee from the ground, placing her on the counter too.
The nurse grunted something, placing the little balls into a cardboard container and nodding at Buck
"Could you bring your Eevee, I'll have my hands full."
Once again Buck obliged, taking the small Eevee in his hands and cuddling her tightly to his chest. They made their way down a small corridor, where assorted doors were either closed or open; many of them contained trainers and Pokémon, where the Pokémon were taken in for intensive care - a road no trainer wants to go down.
They neared the end of the corridor, a few doors down, before the masculine nurse stopped them. He turned to a door on the right and opened it; inside was a large room. Bookshelves towered across the walls slightly, filled with miscellaneous books; empty potion bottles; thermometers. And others just seemed so foreign to Buck he didn't dare question them. In the centre of the room stood a few tables, and towards the back a covered over dusty machine; broken and un-used. The Nurse walked inside, placing the Poke Balls on the table and waved his arm to indicate that Buck should enter with Eevee; which he did, placing the fragile Pokémon down on the table.
She looked up at him, mewing cutely, but she seemed oddly worried; scared. No-one liked having an examination; however Buck simply smiled at her, leaning over and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. She shied away, bowing her head slightly as she mewed a last time. Taking a seat outside, Buck waited patiently for the nurse to finish his examination; which didn't take very long.
He'd never seen how the nurse had done examinations before, though he imagined them to be quite distressing for the Pokémon; well, let's say he wouldn't like being probed and studied over - but it had to be done to ensure that his Pokémon didn't have an illness, which could be deathly on the freezing route to Snowpoint.
There was a click; the handle of the door slowly being pulled down, swinging it open to reveal the manly Nurse Joy carrying Bucks three Pokéballs; behind him trotted Eevee, who peered around the nurses legs, mewing loudly in happiness as she saw Buck. Once the nurse had handed back his three Pokéballs, Buck's lap was greeted by the exited Eevee; brilliant blue eyes now gazing affectionately into Buck's. The human chuckled slightly, scratching the little Eevee behind her ear as she nuzzled happily into his chest.
"I'll leave you to make your own way out."
Boredom tainting the Nurse's voice, he placed a small piece of paper down next to Buck and continued down the corridor. The paper was the examination results and against each of the 4 Pokémon were green 'pass' stamps; this was good enough, at least there were no abnormities.
After a few minutes of cuddles, Buck made his way down the corridor, Eevee following close behind. The main entrance was as bare as it was when he entered, only difference was, there wasn't a gender confused Nurse stood behind the desk this time.
The Pokémon centre door slid open silently, and Eevee slipped through, watching the free-moving object in wonder; she wasn't used to seeing things move on their own. Buck looked down at her, and smiled. "Feeling better Vee?" he asked softly, Vee being his affectionate nickname for the Eevee, to which she happily replied; before a grumble sounded from the small Pokémon. Buck chuckled, and ruffled the soft fur on the tip of her head. "You're hungry, huh?" His Pokémon nodded gently. Looking around, Buck's eyes fell on a small building, that had tables set out in front of it. The smell of fresh bread floated out from the restaurant, encouraging another growl from Vee's tummy. "Alright, let's get something to eat!"
Silver tables and chairs lined the outside of the small hut; there was no sign to indicate it was a restaurant, however the aroma of fresh bread clearly indicated food. Buck and Vee made their way towards one of the empty tables outside; but before they could sit they were greeted by a waiter, his voice low and dreary with boredom, while he stared down his nose at the two customers.
"Good evening Sir. Is it just the table for one?"
Buck nodded, and looked down at the small Eevee; her stomach growling in anticipation.
"I see. Pokémon are not permitted in the restaurant, so if you would like to take a seat outside." He waved his arm outwards, swaying to generalise the seating area outside. "Then I will come to take your order... Sir." With that said, the waiter made his way inside the small hut, disappearing through the swinging oak doors. There were plenty of tables empty, business must be slow this late; Buck simply pulled out the silver chair he was next to and sat down on it, his lap being greeted by the small Eevee again; she nuzzled gently at the side of his chin, mewing occasionally with happiness. Not too long after they had sat down, the waiter made his way through the swaying oak doors again; in his hand, a pen and a pad. "Okay Sir, may I take your order?"
"Just a serving of Pokéchow, small - and a glass of water. Last of the big spenders here!" The waiter forgot to smile at the terrible joke he'd heard a million times over, however Buck chuckled to himself, stroking Eevee gently as he did so.
"Very well Sir. I shall tend to your order immediately."
Slumping off towards some other customers, the waiter muttered something about useless customers and disappeared off behind Buck, who hadn't heard him; his mind was elsewhere. Staring blankly at the trees, watching them sway slightly with the wind; Pidgeys perching themselves precariously on the edges of the swinging branches, rocking back and forth. Leaves holding onto their stems for dear life as the wind threatened to ruin their existence. Something broke his daydream, a voice; male, it was familiar as if he knew what it was, yet deep down a feeling of bitterness grew.
"I'd like a serving of Pokéchow."
"Right away Sir, anything else?"
"No, that's all."
That voice. Was it really...?
The waiter hurried past Buck quickly, slinking away into the hut without moment's hesitation. Buck anxiously turned around, facing the direction of the familiar voice. "...Zhen?"
The human lifted his head up; lengthy blue hair streamed down from his head over his face, which slowly shifted as he lifted his entire head up; deep dark blue eyes, followed by a handsome face. This was Zhen, the trainer that Buck had started his Pokémon Journey with.
"Buck? Is that you?"
Buck nodded slowly, his gaze falling upon the small Eevee that now walked into view; he could feel his own Eevee tense her paws angrily, turning away from him and snuggling up into Bucks chest; who stroked her gently to calm her down. "My, haven't you grown! Fancy meeting you here, in Celestic town, of all places!" Obviously he had forgotten what he'd said to Buck before they split paths; this bitter feeling welling up inside Buck now strengthened. Someone who was his best friend now forgot why they hadn't spoken in a month? Tch.
"Yep haha! Right. So uh... What're you doing here then? I heard you beat the Elites... Doesn't that mean you can, you know, travel to all the different regions, catching new Pokémon?"
Zhen laughed, at what seemed to be Buck's naivety. The waiter scurried out of the oak doors again, carrying a single steaming hot plate of Pokéchow.
"Here you go, Master Zhen. Is there anythin-"
He was cut off by Buck, who was now glaring at the waiter.
"Hey! Where's mine then? I ordered first."
The waiter turned around, facing Buck with a snobby expression on his face; head tilted backwards and looking down on Buck from the base of his nose.
"Do excuse me, yours will be prepared momentarily. I would appreciate it if you understood that Zhen deserves the top most of quality and service as he's a champion, after all."
Shifting his gaze from Buck and back to Zhen, he leant down and placed the plate down onto the table, forcing a smile across his stuck up face. Zhen reacted with a chuckle; lifting the plate up himself and placing it down on Buck's table.
"Bon appetite. A friend deserves exactly the same as what I get, wouldn't you say?"
Suddenly the bitter feeling in Buck's stomach loosened, he felt relieved that he hadn't actually lost his friend fully; though there was still doubt which hung low in him, feeding off every wrong glance Zhen gave him or anything he said wrong; but Buck ignored it, he wanted his friend back after all.
"Thanks... So, what do you do now that you're, you know, a League Champion?"
By this point Buck had shifted the dish from the table to his lap, allowing Eevee to eat from it silently; he knew she wasn't comfortable being around what was her ex; likewise she knew Buck was uncertain about his 'friend' Zhen.
"Well, if I'm honest with you Buck, new regions sound interesting and all that but, where's the fun in it? I mean sure, I've beat this league but I wouldn't be allowed to use my Pokémon over there, which could be fun. So, I figured I'd try the Battle Tower, just off Snowpoint. It's why I'm here."
Buck grinned to himself. "You're heading off to Snowpoint?" Zhen nodded, watching his Eevee carefully as it began to waltz around the table. "Mind going together? I need to get up there to beat the Gym leader."
Zhen laughed to himself again, smirking. "Yeah! Sure. I'll meet you by the route tomorrow at dawn; it's an all day trip... If you can't fly there."
The doubt grew as Zhen tried to insult Buck; he knew he was, but he wasn't going to say anything about it. Maybe. Maybe he was too immature? Still, at least he could possibly regain his friendship with Zhen once again... If, he turned up; another thing the doubt fed off.
Eevee had left most of the food on the plate, obviously not being able to eat with Zhen's Eevee around; out of kindness for her, Buck decided to take his leave; paying the snobby waiter and bidding his farewells to Zhen, he made his way towards the small hotel he was staying in; it wasn't much, well, he couldn't afford much but it sufficed. What was even more annoying was the fact he'd paid for an extra two nights which he wasn't going to use.
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Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The continuous metronome of a noise echoed around the still room; no other noise daring to break its continuous rhythm. Bare walls stood at all four sides, covered with what seemed like torn wall paper, though it was hard to tell in the lack of light; the only source being the green, electric alarm clock which stood illuminating the bedside table it crouched on; sending its beam across the floor and up the wall opposite.
Something shuffled, breaking the slight ticking noise of the clock, which almost seemed to keep time still, waiting for the noise to finish before it continued with its melody; it was the sound of sheets rustling, though extremely quiet. The clock no longer permitted to hold back time it continued its delayed ticking, which seemed to speed up slightly to catch up on time it missed; the green beam of light now breaking as something shifted in front of it - It was Eevee. Her tail swung out in front of the clock, blocking the numbers it displayed from view; she had shifted up the bed towards the top towards Buck. Something wet touched his cheek, then a slight, quiet mew slipped into his dream. Something was wrong, a wall doesn't mew...
"Eevee... Is that you...?"
His voice was dry and slow; obviously his brain hadn't fully woken up yet. Eevee mewed once more, this time nuzzling the human's cheek and licking at it softly. Turning around now, towards the centre of the bed, Buck yawned loudly, and sat up; he had no idea what the time was, nor did it matter. Flicking the lamp on, which hid in the darkness, caused him to wince in pain as the sharp beam of light penetrated his eyes, dazzling him for a moment. Eevee, who was sat on top of the duvet gazing up at the human; her eyes bearing tears which threatened to escape at any moment; and it didn't take long for Buck to notice this.
"Vee... C'mere. You really should stop getting yourself down like that over him..."
It was the fourth night in a row she'd woken up crying. Moving up towards Buck's chest, the little Eevee buried her head into his neck, crying every so often; her cold tears hitting Buck's skin as he stroked the little Eevee.
"Ssh... C'mon Vee, he's not worth it..." The little Eevee stopped nuzzling, holding back her tears as she whimpered slightly. "Don't forget you've got me Vee, I'll help you through anything..." He bent down, placing a small kiss on the Eevee's chestnut forehead; she whimpered again slightly, lifting her face up slowly to gaze into Bucks face; her brilliant blue eyes watching his deep brown eyes. She mewed again, watching him smile reassuringly. "I'll be here for you always, Vee. I'll protect you and I'll love you, Vee." The small Pokémon smiled to herself, only a small smile, but it had a big meaning; what Buck had just said was probably the only thing she wanted to hear, something that she really needed. Nuzzling the humans face again, and giving him a little, cautious lick on the lips, she removed herself from his chest and curled up beside him; Buck shifted himself back down under the duvet, switching the lamp off beside him casting the entire room in the pitch black light.
The small alarm clock began its rhythmical ticking again; it's numbers flicking from one number to another : 5:47am. The exact same time Eevee had woke Buck up the previous nights; was there a connection? Nah. There couldn't be.
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"You're late."
There was a smug, almost disgusted expression plastered against Zhen's face, which Buck hated. He was poised against the trunk of a tree; one foot resting lazily against the tree's trunk, while he hung his head low; the hat he wore on his head covering most of his face when he kept it down. Anyone would think it was cool, but it just seemed a bit immature for a champion, after all, he does have to keep his appearance up.
"Sorry, I had a late night. Something the matter?"
There was an almost menacing chuckle which escaped from under the hat, though, maybe it was just Bucks imagination. Zhen lifted his head up; the long blue hair parting from his face to reveal a smiling complexion; a happy, almost childish smile... Maybe Buck was being paranoid. "Do you ever put that thing into its ball?" Motioning his head towards Buck's shoulder where Eevee sat cutely; her front paws holding on while she hung freely and comfortably.
"Does it matter?"
Shrugging, Zhen walked forward, muttering under his breath. Tch, old habits die hard, don't they? "We better get a move on; otherwise I'll be late for my ferry." With that said, he made his way through the archway of tree's, attempting to be funny by muttering 'or I could just fly and leave you to struggle on your own'; making no attempts to hide what he said. Buck was wrong, all too wrong; he hadn't changed one bit.
The journey was mostly silent; Zhen had taken Buck up a quick route to reach Snowpoint; a route that only the champions really knew. However, it was still pretty dangerous; powerful wild Pokémon used it as a retreat from civilisation, as no humans really wandered down it; if anyone did, they'd find themselves fact to face with an Ursaring or Tyranitar. This was a route Buck made a mental note to remember.
Signs that they were reaching the northern parts of Sinnoh were emerging; snow. Not a lot but enough to notice; it laid idly on the tops of leaves and branches. Another sign was the temperature; it was almost freezing; something that Buck had mentally prepared for.
Thick, bitter winds blew harsh against the trainer's faces; Eevee now burying her head into Bucks neck as she attempted to keep herself warm; any other trainer would return their Pokémon to their Pokéballs... Unfortunately for Buck, Eevee's ball was sat at home with his mother. Eevee whimpered as the wind picked up, causing her to shiver madly; it was too much for her, and Buck knew it. Stopping quickly for a moment, he pulled the little creature from his shoulder, opened up his jacked and placed her inside; holding her up and close to his chest with his arms. Zhen gave a small laugh, obviously he thought Buck was a loser; the bitter feeling inside his body grew sharper than the wind around them... It was too much though, he had to take a break.
Trudging through the thick snow they were almost burying in, Buck made his way through a thick bunch of trees; luckily, a small rock sat on the ground, half covered in snow. The tree's offered a slight barricade from the wind and the snow; Zhen was nowhere in sight, though, that might have been a good thing.
"You okay Vee?"
Her reply was weak, something was definitely wrong. Buck didn't notice the shadow lurking behind the trees; it looked like a human, but, it was too dark within the mass of the trees to tell. Then something rustled close by, shuffling the bushes... Was it a Pokémon? He noticed this one, pulling the weak Eevee from his jacket and placing her on the rock behind him; taking off his jacket to keep her warm.
The bush rustled again, this time, a long icy claw began to slowly expose itself from the bush; it brought itself down, slicing all the leaves in front of it. The Pokémon revealed itself; ebony fur ran the length of its body while at the top, a pink feather hung loosely. A Sneasel; common around the north of Sinnoh as they enjoy the freezing cold temperature. However, this one seemed a little too interested in Buck, and the small Eevee; it had smug, evil grin across its face. Buck could smell trouble... Instinctively, he dashed to the small rock, standing in between it and the Sneasel. It grinned menacingly... Swooping forwards, it was almost a blur; but maybe the searing pain in Buck's arm was the cause of that blur.
Cringing in pain, Buck collapsed to his knees on the ground; one hand covering the wound that was now gushing his scarlet blood; then something touched his chin, something sharp... The Sneasel's claw was pulling Buck's head up, forcing him to face him otherwise his claw would penetrate his chin; almost face to face, a dominant grin was spread across the Sneasel's face. Raising his spare paw high in the air ready to strike Buck's face; just before it struck, a small black ball hit it square on the chest; causing the Sneasel to collapse on the ground; recovering soon afterwards.
As the Sneasel fell, his claw punctured a small hole into Bucks chin, digging a deep scratch across his chin and up his lip; he couldn't feel the pain, as the snow beneath him numbed his jaw as he collapsed into it. It was cold, freezing actually; Buck laid there in the ground, his breath rasp in the snow while his body shivered uncontrollably. He managed to lift his body up slightly, rolling over so his face was no longer in the snow.
Blood dyed the brilliant white snow beneath Buck; his arm and face now searing with a sharp pain. He didn't have enough energy to move, the freezing cold snow made sure it had drained most of it... But he could feel something, something inside him which growled and ripped his insides; what was it that attacked the Sneasel? Rolling his head around slightly to look behind him, and sure enough, his worries were correct; stood atop of the rock he'd left her on, Eevee balanced on shivering paws; her face contort with pain, she had an eye closed for some reason. Buck tried to speak, but nothing came out... Then he heard it. The Sneasel; pouncing from the ground and landing on the rock behind Eevee, who attempted to turn around. Not fast enough. She was stricken with a slash across the side of her body; and it was deep. Scarlet red droplets fell across the rock, staining it with the innocent creature's blood; she let out a slight gasp of pain, but she was far too weak to actually make much of a sound. She hit the ground, body lifeless and motionless; the snow beneath the creature's body becoming painted a deep red colour, and fast.
He couldn't describe it, what Buck felt on the inside was just a numb feeling. Doubt, perhaps, that this hadn't happened. What if Zhen was nearby? Maybe he could have helped? No, it was all Bucks fault for going off like that! Why did he have to go away from Zhen! He knew the area was rough!... And for his mistake, he'd lost his precious Eevee. The only creature he'd ever loved, his partner though all the tough times, and the one to make all the good ones, the best. No more of that, she was dead; he was convinced of it.
Something landed behind him, though, he was too weak to turn around; an ice cold claw scraped against his numb flesh, cutting against his arm causing him to whimper in pain; he couldn't do anything. Then it reached his neck; it pushed down hard enough against his neck so he could feel it; not his claw, but the fear of death; the fear of being powerless and knowing that he was going to die. His shivering picked up, mainly out of fear now; he could swear the Sneasel was laughing at him, which made it all the more pitiful. He couldn't use his dying breath to save someone he loved, which pained him to no extent.
I'm sorry, Eevee...
"What're you sorry for?"
That voice... Cold, icy cold yet so reassuring. It warmed him up slightly, destroying the worry, the anguish in his stomach; he felt reassured. Something that he never thought he'd feel again. The claw which threatened Bucks life released itself; having his eyes closed in expectation, this just brought all the worry back. Maybe he was preparing to strike... Yet he didn't care; that voice set his soul at rest. The strike didn't arrive... Instead, what he felt was the footsteps behind him... Not getting nearer, but, further away; was the Sneasel retreating? Slowly, Buck opened his eyes; the brilliant white snow causing his eyes as much pain as his arm, but they adjusted slowly. There wasn't anything in front of him; which was worrying, since that was where Eevee had landed... Had he dreamt it all? Did he just collapse due to the cold? No... He had the wounds to show, and the Sneasel had just backed away.
Thanks to the warmth that ran through his body, Buck could move slightly, but not a lot; shifting his gaze to look around, there was nothing above him, but, in front of him stood another creature. The first thing he noticed was it's beautiful radiance; how it's fur dazzled and shined against the snow, it's brilliant blue colour; it's eyes, strangely familiar yet so caring, so loving; a beautiful pair of eyes he could gaze into, which reminded him of the stars. Its figure was that of a canines; 4ft-5ft in height, standing on all fours where dark blue socks covered it's paws; on its head, two tassels fell elegantly from either side of its head dress; complimented by two long diamond shaped ears.
It turned to look at Buck, smiling an elegant yet cute smile, before facing the Sneasel it stood opposite; then Buck noticed it. Its side; a deep scratch wound, which dripped blood continuously; the same scratch Eevee had, on the same side too.
Mustering enough energy to speak, Buck stuttered something towards the creature. "Eevee...?". It turned again to face Buck, another caring elegant smile across its face. Then he heard it, that same, beautiful entrancing voice.
"I suppose I was... But my names Glaisha now, Buck. You can still call me Vee though."
He couldn't believe it... No, he really couldn't. Was he daydreaming? Did he really pass out? No way could a Pokémon talk... Yet it's voice seemed to real; seemed to warm him up the moment he heard it, give him energy he'd never felt before and above all, a deep feeling in the pit of his stomach; something he'd never felt before; a fuzzy feeling...
Grunting once more, Buck lifted himself up, sitting up against the rock behind him; one arm supporting the other, pressing against the scratch wounds to prevent blood loss. The Sneasel was cowering for some reason; it seemed scared; trembling in fear. Buck couldn't see why, Eevee, well, Glaisha was so beautiful. Why would anyone be afraid of such an elegant creature? The voice returned, oh and not soon enough either.
"Do you know what I do to traitors?"
Sneasel shook its head slowly, never taking its eyes off the creature once.
"I'd kill them, wouldn't you?"
This time it didn't move, probably wondering whether or not to tell the truth or lie and beg for mercy; it decided to beg.
"Wrong answer."
As quickly as the Sneasel had fell to the ground grovelling, a short, swift beam of light hit the small creature; a powerful beam known to the humans as 'Hyper Beam'; and for it to hit this close, meant the Sneasel was either dead, or disintegrated; the latter was probably the more humane option.
Glashia didn't let up her Hyper Beam; instead she continued to pile it into the already lifeless body; gushing more power out than before; causing the creature's dead body to shift, slide across the snow and slam into a tree; burning the image of the Sneasel's carcass against its trunk. Then she finished; the beam narrowing down to a single, small strand, before disappearing; Glaisha smiled at Buck, her eyes closing slowly as she collapsed into the snow; the wound on her side bleeding worse than before.
"G... Glaisha!"
She didn't stir; her body laid lifeless just like the Sneasel's. A sickly feeling ran through Buck's veins, his body coming out in a cold sweat as he watched the lifeless creature on the ground...
Disclaimer thingy: I do not own any publicly recognizable characters: Glaceon is a trademark to Pokemon, Nintendo, Gamefreak and is the use of Pokemon and all recognizable names/places, ect. Copywrited to Me, Ryu Foxx, Ryuzaki Kai or L-Foxx is the plotline of this story and characters personalities and names.
Enjoy!
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Pokémon; the Pokémon World; a vast landscape, ever growing with more inventing and ingenious Pokémon; New breeds, new people. Yet, why do we all think it's perfect? Why do we believe that, no-one steals in this world? How do we know that other Pokémon won't kill to survive in the wild? It's not perfect, and it never will be perfect; just as corrupt and filthy as our world. However, saying that. Our world can sometimes, in the right light, be magnificent. Glorious and amazing; with its beautiful landscapes, ingenious creative minds and above all; the love and passion we hold for things; whether they're objects, or other humans. So who's to say that in the Pokémon world, there isn't a good side to the shadows we never see?
Such is a story of that brilliant light which guides everyone, and the darkening shadows that the Pokémon world hides from you - a story of passion, gone wrong; on so many levels... Yet it's so right, so profound and so, perfect, that the shadows may have to be broken to keep it. This story is about love; his name, Buck - a lonely child who's lived his entire life without the comfort of friends, who just seem to abandon him right when he needs them. Buck lives in the Pokémon world; his aim is to become a Pokémon master - so naive, just like every other Pokémon trainer. He will never achieve this ambition; though this is what they all strive and aim for. With no income, no support many of them fail and end up working, just like everyone else - this is the harsh reality of a Pokémon trainer; there is no money involved; and just like our world, money makes the world go round.
Buck is an average seventeen year old boy; six feet in height, average build; slightly tanned; medium length brown hair. Yup, everything about him is average; but not normal. The reason why we're following him is because this young boy has a very interesting life ahead of him... Something that even he doesn't understand - but in due course, it will become apparent.
So for now I leave you with Buck, the beginning of his adventure and yours, and I do hope you enjoy his story. I know I did.
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The sun beat down on the tiny cabin; its varnished wood panels shined happily against the sun's rays as it stood majestically against the brilliant green grass. It was summer here; flowers bloomed in a variety of colours, shapes and sizes; the grass thrived in the sun's rays, growing tall and blushing a deep dark green. To the right of the cabin laid another one, similar in size and shape, though its wood work was old and frail - almost crumbing. This cabin had lost its once majestic glimmer, and now stood in complete dull contrast to the brand new cabin, which stood handsomely beside it.
Dotted around were similar cabins, each with assorted sell-by dates; this small village was called Twinleaf; a village renowned for its ambitious Pokémon trainers- some reaching the elite's while others doing odd things, however, each to their own the village was host to a many famous names. None of them lived there anymore, as there was nothing in the village to keep anyone occupied - with its lack of entertainment. Well, if you like knitting classes or 'how to create wood sculptures with your Pokémon', then this village is just up your street.
The small, worn down cabin was home to Buck and his mother; his father, being one of those famous trainers, was no longer around. Inside the cabin laid worn furniture; wooden dressers cracking and breaking under the pressure mounted on top of them; while sofa's - aged and dated - sat comfortably on the old rug they partnered with since the day they moved into the house. It was only one tier with 4 rooms, playing host to Bucks bedroom, his mothers, the lounge and finally the kitchen - no bathroom, which was in the outpost outside.
All his life, Buck had lived in the small shabby house, and never once was he ashamed of the life he'd been given - but no-one lived in this cabin anymore. The walls sat dryly, aching under the pressure of the roof while the abandoned furniture longed for the voices of the humans again - but they would never return; the house was broken. All the fond memories that had been passed now left to ferment in the foundations of the building some people used to call home.
It creaked in agony as the wind hit hard against its side; its foundations wavering with the sway of the wind each time it picked up.
Opposite to Twinleaf was the town called Sandgem; a much more, interesting town which played host to the famous Pokémon Lab of Sinnoh. Its houses differed slightly, as the mixed foundations of bricks and wood, created a much sturdier house than could be found in Twinleaf. Here was where Buck had moved with his mother; into one of the more subtle small houses in the edge of the city. This one stood tall and proud, slightly aged though cared for. Inside the sound of a vacuum cleaner hummed, whirring over the stylish rugs inside; a stout woman guiding it across the carpet skilfully. Her hair was long and curly, while her physique matched that of a typical mother; stout, with round, rosy cheeks. She smiled to herself and she whistled along, pushing the vacuum cleaner happily across the rugs. It had been almost a month now that her son had left the house to go on his Pokémon adventure, just like many other teenagers had across the Sinnoh region. She didn't know how things were turning out, or whether Buck was okay or not, but she trusted him; waiting for the day that he'll return home and tell her everything he'd seen, all his adventures and stories. With that in mind, it kept her going each day.
Truth is, I'm Buck. I figured I'd let you in on a few things in my life before I went any further. As for where I am now, well, you'll see; but there is a few things I'd like to tell you about myself first, since we're going to be travelling together. I'm seventeen, a male, as you might have guessed. I'm just an average boy, and that's all I can say really - I like to cook, an avid collector of miscellaneous Pokéballs. But most importantly, who I am. You see, I'm not really the type to get jealous of people; I'm too kind, and caring as well. A sucker for love I can tell you - But there's something that I don't understand about me, which is the most worrying part. There's something inside me that, I just can't grasp; but it won't stop me from having fun!
Lately, I've been having a few problems... Trainer problems. A month ago, I started my Pokémon Journey with my best friend. Zhen - at that time, he was... How do I put it? Cool, alright? We'd been friends ever since we were kids, and so, starting my Pokémon Journey with him was probably one of the best things that could have happened, back then. But, he changed... Always talking about how, I was holding him back and that he didn't want to see me anymore; that I was a joke to him, and that I'm... A joke of a Pokémon trainer.
I couldn't believe it. And that's when I started having doubts about being a trainer; but what made it worse was, when my first Pokémon, Eevee... She started despising me. When Zhen left, so did her partner and she was heartbroken. Taking all her stress out on me... So, as you might be able to tell it's been difficult to gain her trust back, as she blames me for it. But we're nearly there now - we still have some issues, such as who's washing the dishes. No, I joke. I just hope, that in time, I'll be able to get things back on track; I don't want to quit being a trainer...
Anyway, that's all I've got to say for now. I'll be seeing you around.
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"Eevee! Quick Attack now!"
''Vee!'
A chestnut brown streak dashed towards its opposition; striking it swiftly in the chest, causing the small creature to hit the ground with a dull thud motionless. The brown streak hit the ground, landing on all four paws, poised and ready to strike; its eyes, a light blue colour, glared at the lifeless body on the floor, ignoring it's long fur as it swayed in front of its face while the wind picked up around them. The same chestnut brown fur covered its entire body and halfway up its paintbrush-like tail, where it shifted from brown to cream at the end; the same cream fur covered the fluffy mane around its neck.
There was a long whine from the small creature as it tried to lift itself up, but collapsed again - with no energy and no stamina, the poor creature was left to beg for mercy. A beam of crimson light hit the lifeless creature and covered it's body, engulfing it and dissolving the creature into a translucent pink light, which returned backwards towards its source; a small red and white Pokéball. Holding the ball was a frustrated looking trainer; his eyes raw with anger, though his physique and age caused him to only look like a whiney little brat.
"Alright, good job Eevee!"
The voice was masculine; tinted with care and compassion though strong and meaningful. Eevee, the small brown and cream Pokémon turned to face the human; noticing how she loved the flow of his long brown hair in the wind and the powerful gaze from his deep brown eyes. He wore a black leather jacket which bore a Poke Ball emblem embossed on the chest.
Walking towards the small creature, he beamed a smile down at her and chuckled slightly; lifting her up into his arms and stroking at her fur, his smile ceasing to remove itself. She chirped happily, nuzzling gently against Buck's chin, closing her brilliant blue eyes as she enjoyed the touch of his body against her silky smooth fur. There was a cough ahead of them, causing the two to look up ahead; their gaze now focused on the small bratty child, his face plastered with the sweet look of defeat.
"Okay, you win, Buck. Take it..."
He pumped his fist forward, face retort with anguish as tears began to stroll down the child's face. In his fist was a small pouch, and inside, all of his battle winnings. Buck laughed half heartedly and smiled at the child kindly, turning around and beginning to walk in the opposite direction.
"Keep it; you need it a Hell of a lot more than I do."
His fist lowered, face now shocked as he stuttered something, shifting around anxiously. He chuckled and shouting his gratitude towards Buck, who simply lifted an arm and tilted his hand to the side before placing it back.
"You did really well today Eevee, I'm proud of you. At this rate, we'll be able to challenge Snowpoint's Gym with ease. What do you say to a little treat?"
''Vee! 'Vee!'
"I'll take that as a yes then! Alright, we'll head back to Celestic Town, eat up, rest up and get ready for tomorrow!"
And with that, a happy 'Vee!' and a few licks from the tiny Pokémon, they continued down the small pathway; following the jagged signs which pointed vaguely towards Celestic Town.
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The sun beat down against the trees which surrounded a small village; Celestic town, which was well know for it's bizarre methods of healing, it's array of different spices and the legends, myths and prophecies that surrounded the village. Specialists from around the region travelled there to set up businesses as it was such a well known and diverse place; which meant, though small the village was, it thrived on a daily basis.
A simple archway gaped through the trees revealing a small and narrow pathway; down it walked a human and beside him, a small two-foot-high Pokémon - Buck and Eevee. They both made their way through the shaded trees into the brilliant sunlight; squinting as it dazzled both of them. Searching, Buck spotted the small restaurant he'd visited previously. He grinned, but didn't make his way towards it; instead, he turned to face a large building - white washed walls at the base while a brilliant red roof; at the front, a large 'PC' sign. The Pokémon Centre.
Two translucent doors slid open as Buck approached them, stepping through them with a welcoming stench of antibiotics and disinfectants; the usual Pokémon centre smell. This particular centre was small, with only a few desks and sofas to count, the reception desk took most of the space. Behind it stood a woman, her face heavily made up and her hair, which was bubblegum pink in colour, sprayed into an outrageous style. It wasn't her natural hair; she was Nurse Joy - famously renowned for running all the Pokémon centres... Until the family got imprisoned for incest and slavery... Quite disturbing actually, the males would be locked up as slaves and the females would 'breed' the males to keep the female 'Nurse Joy' gene alive - unfortunately, one of the males escaped and informed the police, so now we have imposters who try to look like Nurse Joy, in an attempt to make things normal - they fail.
What wasn't normal was her voice, well, his, I should say. Though his complexion seemed female, he spoke in a very deep male voice - very disturbing.
"Hello and welcome, how may I serve you today?"
It was strange, after all these years of the sweet Nurse Joy, now he was greeted by a transvestite.
"Uhh, hey Si... Ma'am. I'd just like my Pokémon to have a quick check up. We're going to Snowpo..."
He was cut off by the 'nurse' who simply pulled out a clip board from under the desk, slamming it on the table and clicked a pen.
"Alright then. Tell me your name, gender, age, date of birth and Pokémon Trainer Number. I'll also need the number of Pokémon you've got, their species, and gender if you know them. You can only do 6 Pokémon at a time."
And with that said, he swirled a piece of paper towards Buck, who took it and the pen and began writing in the Boxes.
Name : Buck
Age : 17
Gender : Male
Date Of Birth : 01/11/92
Trainer Number : 98645378
No. of Pokémon : 4
1st
Species: Eevee
Gender: Female
2nd
Species: Flygon
Gender: Female
3rd
Species: Absol
Gender: Male
4th
Species: Charmander
Gender: Male
5th
Species: N/A
Gender: N/A
6th
Species: N/A
Gender: N/A
He finished writing, placing the ink pen down next to the pad only for it to be flicked off by the 'nurse' as he shifted the clipboard around; typing something into the computer slowly, as if confused about the keys; staring at them as if they'd moved since he last touched them.
"Okay... I'll need your balls now."
Buck obliged, grasping the three Pokéballs that were clipped to his Trainer belt; placing them down on the counter before reaching to lift the little Eevee from the ground, placing her on the counter too.
The nurse grunted something, placing the little balls into a cardboard container and nodding at Buck
"Could you bring your Eevee, I'll have my hands full."
Once again Buck obliged, taking the small Eevee in his hands and cuddling her tightly to his chest. They made their way down a small corridor, where assorted doors were either closed or open; many of them contained trainers and Pokémon, where the Pokémon were taken in for intensive care - a road no trainer wants to go down.
They neared the end of the corridor, a few doors down, before the masculine nurse stopped them. He turned to a door on the right and opened it; inside was a large room. Bookshelves towered across the walls slightly, filled with miscellaneous books; empty potion bottles; thermometers. And others just seemed so foreign to Buck he didn't dare question them. In the centre of the room stood a few tables, and towards the back a covered over dusty machine; broken and un-used. The Nurse walked inside, placing the Poke Balls on the table and waved his arm to indicate that Buck should enter with Eevee; which he did, placing the fragile Pokémon down on the table.
She looked up at him, mewing cutely, but she seemed oddly worried; scared. No-one liked having an examination; however Buck simply smiled at her, leaning over and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. She shied away, bowing her head slightly as she mewed a last time. Taking a seat outside, Buck waited patiently for the nurse to finish his examination; which didn't take very long.
He'd never seen how the nurse had done examinations before, though he imagined them to be quite distressing for the Pokémon; well, let's say he wouldn't like being probed and studied over - but it had to be done to ensure that his Pokémon didn't have an illness, which could be deathly on the freezing route to Snowpoint.
There was a click; the handle of the door slowly being pulled down, swinging it open to reveal the manly Nurse Joy carrying Bucks three Pokéballs; behind him trotted Eevee, who peered around the nurses legs, mewing loudly in happiness as she saw Buck. Once the nurse had handed back his three Pokéballs, Buck's lap was greeted by the exited Eevee; brilliant blue eyes now gazing affectionately into Buck's. The human chuckled slightly, scratching the little Eevee behind her ear as she nuzzled happily into his chest.
"I'll leave you to make your own way out."
Boredom tainting the Nurse's voice, he placed a small piece of paper down next to Buck and continued down the corridor. The paper was the examination results and against each of the 4 Pokémon were green 'pass' stamps; this was good enough, at least there were no abnormities.
After a few minutes of cuddles, Buck made his way down the corridor, Eevee following close behind. The main entrance was as bare as it was when he entered, only difference was, there wasn't a gender confused Nurse stood behind the desk this time.
The Pokémon centre door slid open silently, and Eevee slipped through, watching the free-moving object in wonder; she wasn't used to seeing things move on their own. Buck looked down at her, and smiled. "Feeling better Vee?" he asked softly, Vee being his affectionate nickname for the Eevee, to which she happily replied; before a grumble sounded from the small Pokémon. Buck chuckled, and ruffled the soft fur on the tip of her head. "You're hungry, huh?" His Pokémon nodded gently. Looking around, Buck's eyes fell on a small building, that had tables set out in front of it. The smell of fresh bread floated out from the restaurant, encouraging another growl from Vee's tummy. "Alright, let's get something to eat!"
Silver tables and chairs lined the outside of the small hut; there was no sign to indicate it was a restaurant, however the aroma of fresh bread clearly indicated food. Buck and Vee made their way towards one of the empty tables outside; but before they could sit they were greeted by a waiter, his voice low and dreary with boredom, while he stared down his nose at the two customers.
"Good evening Sir. Is it just the table for one?"
Buck nodded, and looked down at the small Eevee; her stomach growling in anticipation.
"I see. Pokémon are not permitted in the restaurant, so if you would like to take a seat outside." He waved his arm outwards, swaying to generalise the seating area outside. "Then I will come to take your order... Sir." With that said, the waiter made his way inside the small hut, disappearing through the swinging oak doors. There were plenty of tables empty, business must be slow this late; Buck simply pulled out the silver chair he was next to and sat down on it, his lap being greeted by the small Eevee again; she nuzzled gently at the side of his chin, mewing occasionally with happiness. Not too long after they had sat down, the waiter made his way through the swaying oak doors again; in his hand, a pen and a pad. "Okay Sir, may I take your order?"
"Just a serving of Pokéchow, small - and a glass of water. Last of the big spenders here!" The waiter forgot to smile at the terrible joke he'd heard a million times over, however Buck chuckled to himself, stroking Eevee gently as he did so.
"Very well Sir. I shall tend to your order immediately."
Slumping off towards some other customers, the waiter muttered something about useless customers and disappeared off behind Buck, who hadn't heard him; his mind was elsewhere. Staring blankly at the trees, watching them sway slightly with the wind; Pidgeys perching themselves precariously on the edges of the swinging branches, rocking back and forth. Leaves holding onto their stems for dear life as the wind threatened to ruin their existence. Something broke his daydream, a voice; male, it was familiar as if he knew what it was, yet deep down a feeling of bitterness grew.
"I'd like a serving of Pokéchow."
"Right away Sir, anything else?"
"No, that's all."
That voice. Was it really...?
The waiter hurried past Buck quickly, slinking away into the hut without moment's hesitation. Buck anxiously turned around, facing the direction of the familiar voice. "...Zhen?"
The human lifted his head up; lengthy blue hair streamed down from his head over his face, which slowly shifted as he lifted his entire head up; deep dark blue eyes, followed by a handsome face. This was Zhen, the trainer that Buck had started his Pokémon Journey with.
"Buck? Is that you?"
Buck nodded slowly, his gaze falling upon the small Eevee that now walked into view; he could feel his own Eevee tense her paws angrily, turning away from him and snuggling up into Bucks chest; who stroked her gently to calm her down. "My, haven't you grown! Fancy meeting you here, in Celestic town, of all places!" Obviously he had forgotten what he'd said to Buck before they split paths; this bitter feeling welling up inside Buck now strengthened. Someone who was his best friend now forgot why they hadn't spoken in a month? Tch.
"Yep haha! Right. So uh... What're you doing here then? I heard you beat the Elites... Doesn't that mean you can, you know, travel to all the different regions, catching new Pokémon?"
Zhen laughed, at what seemed to be Buck's naivety. The waiter scurried out of the oak doors again, carrying a single steaming hot plate of Pokéchow.
"Here you go, Master Zhen. Is there anythin-"
He was cut off by Buck, who was now glaring at the waiter.
"Hey! Where's mine then? I ordered first."
The waiter turned around, facing Buck with a snobby expression on his face; head tilted backwards and looking down on Buck from the base of his nose.
"Do excuse me, yours will be prepared momentarily. I would appreciate it if you understood that Zhen deserves the top most of quality and service as he's a champion, after all."
Shifting his gaze from Buck and back to Zhen, he leant down and placed the plate down onto the table, forcing a smile across his stuck up face. Zhen reacted with a chuckle; lifting the plate up himself and placing it down on Buck's table.
"Bon appetite. A friend deserves exactly the same as what I get, wouldn't you say?"
Suddenly the bitter feeling in Buck's stomach loosened, he felt relieved that he hadn't actually lost his friend fully; though there was still doubt which hung low in him, feeding off every wrong glance Zhen gave him or anything he said wrong; but Buck ignored it, he wanted his friend back after all.
"Thanks... So, what do you do now that you're, you know, a League Champion?"
By this point Buck had shifted the dish from the table to his lap, allowing Eevee to eat from it silently; he knew she wasn't comfortable being around what was her ex; likewise she knew Buck was uncertain about his 'friend' Zhen.
"Well, if I'm honest with you Buck, new regions sound interesting and all that but, where's the fun in it? I mean sure, I've beat this league but I wouldn't be allowed to use my Pokémon over there, which could be fun. So, I figured I'd try the Battle Tower, just off Snowpoint. It's why I'm here."
Buck grinned to himself. "You're heading off to Snowpoint?" Zhen nodded, watching his Eevee carefully as it began to waltz around the table. "Mind going together? I need to get up there to beat the Gym leader."
Zhen laughed to himself again, smirking. "Yeah! Sure. I'll meet you by the route tomorrow at dawn; it's an all day trip... If you can't fly there."
The doubt grew as Zhen tried to insult Buck; he knew he was, but he wasn't going to say anything about it. Maybe. Maybe he was too immature? Still, at least he could possibly regain his friendship with Zhen once again... If, he turned up; another thing the doubt fed off.
Eevee had left most of the food on the plate, obviously not being able to eat with Zhen's Eevee around; out of kindness for her, Buck decided to take his leave; paying the snobby waiter and bidding his farewells to Zhen, he made his way towards the small hotel he was staying in; it wasn't much, well, he couldn't afford much but it sufficed. What was even more annoying was the fact he'd paid for an extra two nights which he wasn't going to use.
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Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The continuous metronome of a noise echoed around the still room; no other noise daring to break its continuous rhythm. Bare walls stood at all four sides, covered with what seemed like torn wall paper, though it was hard to tell in the lack of light; the only source being the green, electric alarm clock which stood illuminating the bedside table it crouched on; sending its beam across the floor and up the wall opposite.
Something shuffled, breaking the slight ticking noise of the clock, which almost seemed to keep time still, waiting for the noise to finish before it continued with its melody; it was the sound of sheets rustling, though extremely quiet. The clock no longer permitted to hold back time it continued its delayed ticking, which seemed to speed up slightly to catch up on time it missed; the green beam of light now breaking as something shifted in front of it - It was Eevee. Her tail swung out in front of the clock, blocking the numbers it displayed from view; she had shifted up the bed towards the top towards Buck. Something wet touched his cheek, then a slight, quiet mew slipped into his dream. Something was wrong, a wall doesn't mew...
"Eevee... Is that you...?"
His voice was dry and slow; obviously his brain hadn't fully woken up yet. Eevee mewed once more, this time nuzzling the human's cheek and licking at it softly. Turning around now, towards the centre of the bed, Buck yawned loudly, and sat up; he had no idea what the time was, nor did it matter. Flicking the lamp on, which hid in the darkness, caused him to wince in pain as the sharp beam of light penetrated his eyes, dazzling him for a moment. Eevee, who was sat on top of the duvet gazing up at the human; her eyes bearing tears which threatened to escape at any moment; and it didn't take long for Buck to notice this.
"Vee... C'mere. You really should stop getting yourself down like that over him..."
It was the fourth night in a row she'd woken up crying. Moving up towards Buck's chest, the little Eevee buried her head into his neck, crying every so often; her cold tears hitting Buck's skin as he stroked the little Eevee.
"Ssh... C'mon Vee, he's not worth it..." The little Eevee stopped nuzzling, holding back her tears as she whimpered slightly. "Don't forget you've got me Vee, I'll help you through anything..." He bent down, placing a small kiss on the Eevee's chestnut forehead; she whimpered again slightly, lifting her face up slowly to gaze into Bucks face; her brilliant blue eyes watching his deep brown eyes. She mewed again, watching him smile reassuringly. "I'll be here for you always, Vee. I'll protect you and I'll love you, Vee." The small Pokémon smiled to herself, only a small smile, but it had a big meaning; what Buck had just said was probably the only thing she wanted to hear, something that she really needed. Nuzzling the humans face again, and giving him a little, cautious lick on the lips, she removed herself from his chest and curled up beside him; Buck shifted himself back down under the duvet, switching the lamp off beside him casting the entire room in the pitch black light.
The small alarm clock began its rhythmical ticking again; it's numbers flicking from one number to another : 5:47am. The exact same time Eevee had woke Buck up the previous nights; was there a connection? Nah. There couldn't be.
*
"You're late."
There was a smug, almost disgusted expression plastered against Zhen's face, which Buck hated. He was poised against the trunk of a tree; one foot resting lazily against the tree's trunk, while he hung his head low; the hat he wore on his head covering most of his face when he kept it down. Anyone would think it was cool, but it just seemed a bit immature for a champion, after all, he does have to keep his appearance up.
"Sorry, I had a late night. Something the matter?"
There was an almost menacing chuckle which escaped from under the hat, though, maybe it was just Bucks imagination. Zhen lifted his head up; the long blue hair parting from his face to reveal a smiling complexion; a happy, almost childish smile... Maybe Buck was being paranoid. "Do you ever put that thing into its ball?" Motioning his head towards Buck's shoulder where Eevee sat cutely; her front paws holding on while she hung freely and comfortably.
"Does it matter?"
Shrugging, Zhen walked forward, muttering under his breath. Tch, old habits die hard, don't they? "We better get a move on; otherwise I'll be late for my ferry." With that said, he made his way through the archway of tree's, attempting to be funny by muttering 'or I could just fly and leave you to struggle on your own'; making no attempts to hide what he said. Buck was wrong, all too wrong; he hadn't changed one bit.
The journey was mostly silent; Zhen had taken Buck up a quick route to reach Snowpoint; a route that only the champions really knew. However, it was still pretty dangerous; powerful wild Pokémon used it as a retreat from civilisation, as no humans really wandered down it; if anyone did, they'd find themselves fact to face with an Ursaring or Tyranitar. This was a route Buck made a mental note to remember.
Signs that they were reaching the northern parts of Sinnoh were emerging; snow. Not a lot but enough to notice; it laid idly on the tops of leaves and branches. Another sign was the temperature; it was almost freezing; something that Buck had mentally prepared for.
Thick, bitter winds blew harsh against the trainer's faces; Eevee now burying her head into Bucks neck as she attempted to keep herself warm; any other trainer would return their Pokémon to their Pokéballs... Unfortunately for Buck, Eevee's ball was sat at home with his mother. Eevee whimpered as the wind picked up, causing her to shiver madly; it was too much for her, and Buck knew it. Stopping quickly for a moment, he pulled the little creature from his shoulder, opened up his jacked and placed her inside; holding her up and close to his chest with his arms. Zhen gave a small laugh, obviously he thought Buck was a loser; the bitter feeling inside his body grew sharper than the wind around them... It was too much though, he had to take a break.
Trudging through the thick snow they were almost burying in, Buck made his way through a thick bunch of trees; luckily, a small rock sat on the ground, half covered in snow. The tree's offered a slight barricade from the wind and the snow; Zhen was nowhere in sight, though, that might have been a good thing.
"You okay Vee?"
Her reply was weak, something was definitely wrong. Buck didn't notice the shadow lurking behind the trees; it looked like a human, but, it was too dark within the mass of the trees to tell. Then something rustled close by, shuffling the bushes... Was it a Pokémon? He noticed this one, pulling the weak Eevee from his jacket and placing her on the rock behind him; taking off his jacket to keep her warm.
The bush rustled again, this time, a long icy claw began to slowly expose itself from the bush; it brought itself down, slicing all the leaves in front of it. The Pokémon revealed itself; ebony fur ran the length of its body while at the top, a pink feather hung loosely. A Sneasel; common around the north of Sinnoh as they enjoy the freezing cold temperature. However, this one seemed a little too interested in Buck, and the small Eevee; it had smug, evil grin across its face. Buck could smell trouble... Instinctively, he dashed to the small rock, standing in between it and the Sneasel. It grinned menacingly... Swooping forwards, it was almost a blur; but maybe the searing pain in Buck's arm was the cause of that blur.
Cringing in pain, Buck collapsed to his knees on the ground; one hand covering the wound that was now gushing his scarlet blood; then something touched his chin, something sharp... The Sneasel's claw was pulling Buck's head up, forcing him to face him otherwise his claw would penetrate his chin; almost face to face, a dominant grin was spread across the Sneasel's face. Raising his spare paw high in the air ready to strike Buck's face; just before it struck, a small black ball hit it square on the chest; causing the Sneasel to collapse on the ground; recovering soon afterwards.
As the Sneasel fell, his claw punctured a small hole into Bucks chin, digging a deep scratch across his chin and up his lip; he couldn't feel the pain, as the snow beneath him numbed his jaw as he collapsed into it. It was cold, freezing actually; Buck laid there in the ground, his breath rasp in the snow while his body shivered uncontrollably. He managed to lift his body up slightly, rolling over so his face was no longer in the snow.
Blood dyed the brilliant white snow beneath Buck; his arm and face now searing with a sharp pain. He didn't have enough energy to move, the freezing cold snow made sure it had drained most of it... But he could feel something, something inside him which growled and ripped his insides; what was it that attacked the Sneasel? Rolling his head around slightly to look behind him, and sure enough, his worries were correct; stood atop of the rock he'd left her on, Eevee balanced on shivering paws; her face contort with pain, she had an eye closed for some reason. Buck tried to speak, but nothing came out... Then he heard it. The Sneasel; pouncing from the ground and landing on the rock behind Eevee, who attempted to turn around. Not fast enough. She was stricken with a slash across the side of her body; and it was deep. Scarlet red droplets fell across the rock, staining it with the innocent creature's blood; she let out a slight gasp of pain, but she was far too weak to actually make much of a sound. She hit the ground, body lifeless and motionless; the snow beneath the creature's body becoming painted a deep red colour, and fast.
He couldn't describe it, what Buck felt on the inside was just a numb feeling. Doubt, perhaps, that this hadn't happened. What if Zhen was nearby? Maybe he could have helped? No, it was all Bucks fault for going off like that! Why did he have to go away from Zhen! He knew the area was rough!... And for his mistake, he'd lost his precious Eevee. The only creature he'd ever loved, his partner though all the tough times, and the one to make all the good ones, the best. No more of that, she was dead; he was convinced of it.
Something landed behind him, though, he was too weak to turn around; an ice cold claw scraped against his numb flesh, cutting against his arm causing him to whimper in pain; he couldn't do anything. Then it reached his neck; it pushed down hard enough against his neck so he could feel it; not his claw, but the fear of death; the fear of being powerless and knowing that he was going to die. His shivering picked up, mainly out of fear now; he could swear the Sneasel was laughing at him, which made it all the more pitiful. He couldn't use his dying breath to save someone he loved, which pained him to no extent.
I'm sorry, Eevee...
"What're you sorry for?"
That voice... Cold, icy cold yet so reassuring. It warmed him up slightly, destroying the worry, the anguish in his stomach; he felt reassured. Something that he never thought he'd feel again. The claw which threatened Bucks life released itself; having his eyes closed in expectation, this just brought all the worry back. Maybe he was preparing to strike... Yet he didn't care; that voice set his soul at rest. The strike didn't arrive... Instead, what he felt was the footsteps behind him... Not getting nearer, but, further away; was the Sneasel retreating? Slowly, Buck opened his eyes; the brilliant white snow causing his eyes as much pain as his arm, but they adjusted slowly. There wasn't anything in front of him; which was worrying, since that was where Eevee had landed... Had he dreamt it all? Did he just collapse due to the cold? No... He had the wounds to show, and the Sneasel had just backed away.
Thanks to the warmth that ran through his body, Buck could move slightly, but not a lot; shifting his gaze to look around, there was nothing above him, but, in front of him stood another creature. The first thing he noticed was it's beautiful radiance; how it's fur dazzled and shined against the snow, it's brilliant blue colour; it's eyes, strangely familiar yet so caring, so loving; a beautiful pair of eyes he could gaze into, which reminded him of the stars. Its figure was that of a canines; 4ft-5ft in height, standing on all fours where dark blue socks covered it's paws; on its head, two tassels fell elegantly from either side of its head dress; complimented by two long diamond shaped ears.
It turned to look at Buck, smiling an elegant yet cute smile, before facing the Sneasel it stood opposite; then Buck noticed it. Its side; a deep scratch wound, which dripped blood continuously; the same scratch Eevee had, on the same side too.
Mustering enough energy to speak, Buck stuttered something towards the creature. "Eevee...?". It turned again to face Buck, another caring elegant smile across its face. Then he heard it, that same, beautiful entrancing voice.
"I suppose I was... But my names Glaisha now, Buck. You can still call me Vee though."
He couldn't believe it... No, he really couldn't. Was he daydreaming? Did he really pass out? No way could a Pokémon talk... Yet it's voice seemed to real; seemed to warm him up the moment he heard it, give him energy he'd never felt before and above all, a deep feeling in the pit of his stomach; something he'd never felt before; a fuzzy feeling...
Grunting once more, Buck lifted himself up, sitting up against the rock behind him; one arm supporting the other, pressing against the scratch wounds to prevent blood loss. The Sneasel was cowering for some reason; it seemed scared; trembling in fear. Buck couldn't see why, Eevee, well, Glaisha was so beautiful. Why would anyone be afraid of such an elegant creature? The voice returned, oh and not soon enough either.
"Do you know what I do to traitors?"
Sneasel shook its head slowly, never taking its eyes off the creature once.
"I'd kill them, wouldn't you?"
This time it didn't move, probably wondering whether or not to tell the truth or lie and beg for mercy; it decided to beg.
"Wrong answer."
As quickly as the Sneasel had fell to the ground grovelling, a short, swift beam of light hit the small creature; a powerful beam known to the humans as 'Hyper Beam'; and for it to hit this close, meant the Sneasel was either dead, or disintegrated; the latter was probably the more humane option.
Glashia didn't let up her Hyper Beam; instead she continued to pile it into the already lifeless body; gushing more power out than before; causing the creature's dead body to shift, slide across the snow and slam into a tree; burning the image of the Sneasel's carcass against its trunk. Then she finished; the beam narrowing down to a single, small strand, before disappearing; Glaisha smiled at Buck, her eyes closing slowly as she collapsed into the snow; the wound on her side bleeding worse than before.
"G... Glaisha!"
She didn't stir; her body laid lifeless just like the Sneasel's. A sickly feeling ran through Buck's veins, his body coming out in a cold sweat as he watched the lifeless creature on the ground...
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Date:Nov 26 2013 Chapter:Chapter 1 (Part 1)
-xShadowWolf or xSirKnight