The
Least I Can Do
By
Rapidash
Disclamer : I know you know it but it's a custom. I do not own Pokwmon.
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There
I was. Bad luck had driven me to a trainer. Why today? The first day I left the
security of my clan to build my own life? And yet, I have never been trained
against another pokemon, thus have no fighting experience. I know, my level was
pretty low and the Bulbasaur in front of me had a glint of determined confidence
in its eyes.
While
I was still pondering, the Bulbasaur tackled me with full force. I was knocked
out almost instantly, being propelled off my feet to crash onto the rough bark
of a tree. But before I totally black out, I felt something cold hit my side and
for a second, I got that terrible feeling of getting trapped in a whirlpool…
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I
didn’t know how many hours, or even days, had passed before I finally woke up,
fully energized. I stared around. Everywhere was green, green and more green. It
was like being back into the forest, making me feel kind of comfortable. But
something queer told me that I was not in the forest. Small windows
displayed beyond the trees showed me the real outside world. The view outside
the windows shifted suddenly. I felt the ground I was standing on shake and
volatize and the rest happened so fast I could quite describe the situation to
you, I just saw a white flash and there I am, outside. A voice came from behind
me, ordering me to attack the Weedle I was facing.
I
was confused. Why should I obey to this stranger? I won’t submit to anyone except
myself. It was quite funny, a part of me urged me to do as the stranger told but
I knew that part wasn’t the real me. I once heard some seniors of my clan say that if
you got caught in one of those balls, it
will somehow affect your mind – though I’m not sure how – to obey the
‘trainer’, I guess that’s what we call those humans
I
won’t obey. I won’t obey to someone who had just taken away my freedom. I
will just stand there, get defeated by the Weedle and hope that my ‘trainer’
will get angry and release me.
I
reared up on my hind legs, exposing my most vulnerable part – my belly. As
intended, the Weedle took the chance. It lunged at me, sharp sting pointed
forward. I can feel the warm blood trickle down my fur as the horn pierced into my
flesh. The anger caused by the pain blinded my mind, causing me to forget
everything I planned. I whacked the Weedle away with my paw and charged onto it,
sending it back into the forest’s undergrowth.
I
stared through the trees, panting.
“Nice
work.” said my ‘trainer’, stroking my head.
I
jerked my head away from his grip and bit his hand. He winced. I locked my jaw,
I wanted to hurt him as much as I can, I wanted him to hate me as much as I hate
him, I wanted him to leave me alone, I wanted him to abandon me.
The
pain in my stomach suddenly worsen and I released his hand. Good. Now he’ll
leave me alone. Who would want a poisoned pokemon anyway? I’m sure that
there’s a thousand more of my kind who are willing to get caught and live a
comfortable life with a human, although that means that whatever dignity left in
them will be gone.
I
laid on the ground, half drifting into sleep, half awake. To my surprise, I felt him pick me up in his
arms. I was too weak to fight back and I felt cold even though we were in the
middle of summer. Through blurry eyes, I thought I saw him carry me into a cave,
where he lit up a fire to provide warmth. He cleared my cut, gave me some
antidote and bandaged my wound to then take care of his own teeth-marked hand.
“The
So,
he’s trying to be nice. I know what he wanted and I won’t fall into his trap
so easily. He wanted me to repay his favors with my obedience and let him gain
control over me. Tsss! Wait till your next life ‘cause this will never happen.
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I
was healed within two days but my spirit still stood tough, in fact, it was even
burning stronger than before. I bit him whenever he touched me, I ignored his
commands and I did my best to behave hatefully but it never seemed to work. I’ve
built up a new plan now, I’ll be training myself harder than ever. If I
can’t get it the soft way, I’ll have it by the hard way. But first, I’ll
need to be powerful enough to be able to blast him off effortlessly.
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~ ~ Months Later ~ ~ ~
Evolving,
one of the most marvelous moments in a pokemon’s life. You feel your body
growing steadily stronger, a new rush of power surging into you by the second
and an ever rising confidence boosting up your self-esteem. That happened a few
days ago, but I still have the thrill of the exhilaration coursing through my veins.
Once
again, there was the familiar shaking of the ground and I was sprung out of me
pokeball. I was expecting an adversary pokemon but found none and I was rather
facing a thick forest. Puzzled by the switch of routine, I turned around. My
‘trainer’ knelt down slowly until we were at eye level.
“What’s
wrong with you?” he asked me softly, looking me straight in the eyes. “Your
behavior isn’t normal.”
I
returned the stare defiantly. What does he mean by that? He had captured me for
over a year now and he still doesn’t know what I want! Talk about
understanding pokemons…
“(I
want my freedom!)” I replied fiercely.
He
stared at me. I stared back. He rose his hand and stroked my now snowy white
fur, I did the usual by digging my teeth into his hand. This time he smile
faintly and stroked my fur with his left hand. I guess he still hadn’t understood
what I just said. I was about to repeat when he cut me off.
“Well
then,” – he let a hesitant pause take place – “you’re free.”
The
obedient side of me immediately lifted as he pronounced the words. I blinked,
not quite believing what I just heard. I released his hand rather slowly, back
off a few pace to make sure, then turned around to hop away, the bushes’
rustlings covered the faint padding of my eager paws. The scene flashed by my
mind once again and I thought I saw sorrow dull his eyes, but who cares? I
considered it as an illusion. Yet, I’ve heard people say that one can become
very attached to their pokemon even in a short amount of time…but how can one
love a pokemon that doesn’t even return the love? Confusing…very confusing.
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I
guess my life is meant to be caught or to remain caught. I few weeks after my
release to freedom, I got hit by one of those pokeballs again. Hatred had took
over me at first but a few days later, it had turned into fear. My new
‘trainer’ – I had never accept the fact of him being my new trainer –
was cruel, evil and cold-hearted. He was a robber, he commanded his pokemons to
do sinister jobs, and sometimes, he even kill innocent humans. But worst of all,
this time I was forced to obey.
When
I fail the job he demanded me to heed, he usually doesn’t feed me for a couple
of days or, as second option, send out another of his pokemons to give me what
he calls a ‘good lesson’. And when HE fails a task for HIS boss, he always
punishes me as if it was my fault (well, I think that everyone of that Team
Rocket group doesn’t care much about their pokemon anyways.)
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~ ~ A Few Years Later ~ ~ ~
My
holder came back from a meeting, oddly excited. My colleagues and I tore
ourselves away from our midday nap to crowd around him, for he seems to have
something to tell us by judging the spark of anticipation in his eyes. Once we
were all attentive, he began to blab so fast that I only managed to catch a few
words out of what he said, although after some logical match ups, I think I get
the point of it. It’s something like this – he’s been sent on an important
mission involving the extermination of a powerful character. Eliminate the
obstacle and grab the pokeballs, it’s always the same rule.
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Hunger.
Was what dominated my mind. I’ve been stuck in my pokeball for three whole
days, he probably forgot about me as he often did. Then what I was waiting for
finally came. The ground shook and I was sent into the world outside. I
stretched out my sore muscles, grateful to feel the late evening breeze caress
my fur once more. I opened my eyes to inspect my surrounding. What I saw
wasn’t quite what I had expected. No bowl of Pokechow, but a crew of fainted
pokemons. So what exactly had he call me out for? The silent alleyway suddenly
looked very oppressive.
“Attack
him.”
I turned my head around to give my master a questioning stare. Attack who? Attack what? There’s no pokemon fit to battle, so where’s the need to cause unnecessary injuries?
“Didn’t
you hear me?” barked my master. “I said attack him!”
He was pointing at something beyond the battlefield. I followed his finger to gaze at a tall, weary figure standing at the other end of the field. Our eyes met and none of us intended to break the link.
He
was the one who once caught me, respected me, took care of me, and dare
I say…loved me? I knew he recognized me for I saw his right hand twitched as
he gazed intently at me. I now regret to have left him and hurt him when all
he’s trying to do was to care for me.
“What
are you waiting for???” yelled my annoying owner, seeing that I
wasn’t doing anything. “Kill him and I’m guaranteed to get a promotion!”
Kill
him? That was what I had wished for all those years ago, but no more. I owe him
too much. I bent my limbs into a graceful bow, implying clearly that I would not
hurt him and that he had gained my respect.
“Useless
beast! What are you doing?”
I
whirled around abruptly, baring my sharp teeth at that worthless Team Rocket
employee in such a ferocious way that he stepped back a few paces in fright. Then
I strode to stand by my true trainer’s side, head held high.
“Based
on what I see, your last pokemon had let you down.” said my trainer, gently
stroking my head, an act which I did not protest anymore.
“If
that’s the case, I’ll do it myself.” With that, he brought out a metallic
instrument from his vest pocket.
I
recognized it immediately. That thing meant danger to whoever it was pointing
at. He had used it numerous times and each time I hear that loud explosion
sound, blood would be shed.
And
now, I heard it again. In one swift movement, I pounced upward, tackling my
trainer out of the way. Then, I saw blood, blood contrasting against my silvery
white fur. That’s the least I could do for him.
I
hit the cold ground hard. Dirt flew up under the collision, pricking at my
muzzle. I saw a pair of legs which slowly faded into the darkness. But most
important of all, I heard the distant voice of my true master.
“No!
Ninetales!”
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~ The End ~ *
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