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So, I've decided to try my hand at writing. I've been declared handicapped, I literally can't do anything during the day, I amuse myself with lazy activities, and there comes a time when even an obsessed artist runs out of ink and a die-hard violinist plays all her music. And so I feel the need to add another activity to my list. Now, I know this is probably going to be a bit dull, but if this goes as planned, I'll get better quickly and a few chapter in I'll be doing pretty good, so I ask that you bare with this first-time writer. I'll do my best to post regularly, and I'll by that I can almost assure you I'll be adding chapters pretty rapidly, since I've got absolutely nothing else I can physically do. Any feedback would be most appreciated. And now, without any further ado, I present to you my first-time fanfiction. ~Greece
Warning: This fic is rated teen for frequent violence, cursing, and some sexual content. I will not get mature-level explicit, but just as a precaution, I figured it would be necessary to mention this before-hand.
Chapter One
Nacrene City was always pleasant and lively, laid-back during the week and bustling on the weekends as artists priced and displayed vibrant paintings and musicians brought out their violins and accordions and acoustic guitars to fill the streets with cheerful tunes and melodies. People and Pokemon of all different class and hobbies roamed the lively streets; flower ladies with their pleasant Cheruby and Cottonees, painters with Smeargels and Aipoms, and cool young, visiting trainers surrounded by their diverse partners.
And not all Pokemon were under a human’s command; a few fearless wild Pokemon from the forest to the west and lake to the east walked among the streets as well, happy and unbothered. Charlotte was one of the curious, brave young Pokemon. She enjoyed the sights and smells and friendly conversation of the bustle around her, and remained unbothered by the people around her despite her normally intriguing species. She didn’t fear humans, despite her parents telling her to stay away from them.
As she first began to explore the city, she only came at the end of the week when all the friendly company wandered about; as she grew comfortable with the busy surroundings, she visited the city frequently during the week, until she spent nearly all hours of everyday within the safe confines of the city. She lived with her mother and father; she grew up with a rather abusive Jolteon father, and quickly learned that her exhausted, hardened Vaporeon mother wasn’t going to defend her against him. So she adopted the city as her safe haven, away from her ruthless home just east of the city.
And so, as she always did, she roamed the city, which she knew like the back of her little brown paw at this point. It was a Saturday, the most vibrant day of the week inside the city. Booths lined the street, filled with art and flowers and jewelry, and the streets were alive with the presence of visiting people and Pokemon. Charlotte weaved between moving legs and feet, enjoying the regular sights around the city.
She paused to admire a pretty young human girl playing the violin, bow sliding gracefully along the strings as the girl’s hand ran smoothly up and down the fingerboard as she played a cheerful minuet.
Charlotte continued on her way, leaving the music behind, finding a quieter ally way to enjoy the warm afternoon air and watch the busy streets from afar.
But, being a young Eevee, couldn’t retain her restlessness for very long and continued her way down the street. Passing more vibrant colored booths, she made her way deep into the city, welcoming the daily feeling of refreshment blow over her as she wandered further away from her den on the field.
She stopped for a drink at a fountain, jumped nimbly onto its pale stone brim and leaning down to lap at the cool, clear water within the wide basin. “Oi, miss!” a voice from behind startled her, and she nearly lost her balance on the end of the stone fountain, narrowly avoiding and unwanted dip. Charlotte whirled around in irritation, but was surprised to see a familiar face staring back at her.
She’d never seen another Eevee besides herself, and her annoyance quickly vanished to startled curiosity.
The male Eevee gave a quick laugh, his eyes gleaming flirtatiously. “Frightened you, didn’t I? Forgive me!” He gave a deep, polite bow, and she took a surprised step back. He straightened back up, examining her with a curious tilt of his head. “What, so surprised to see me?” he said, amused, but friendly. “You don’t get out much, do you? Where’re you from?”
Charlotte hesitated, eyeing him in close examination. He was charming, and friendly, and didn’t strike her as a threat in anyway. “From outside the city.” she replied after a moment, her defensive attitude fading.
The opposite Eevee laughed. “But where outside the city? I’m from outside the city too, from Nuvema town. We’ve come really far!”
“We?” Charlotte repeated, “Who’s we?”
The Eevee seemed rather taken aback. “With my trainer of course! And Mathias too.” he said, still with charm but seeming a bit puzzled now.
Charlotte started. “A trainer!” she exclaimed. “You belong to a human!” She said ‘human’ not with disgust, but not excitement either.
The male Eevee’s ears pricked with extreme interest. “You mean you don’t? You’re wild and all by yourself?” he said, voice hinted with envy.
Charlotte shuffled her paws. “Not ‘alone’, I have Mother and Father with me.” Her voice dulled a little at the words ‘Mother and Father’; the other noticed with a concerned blink, but didn’t pursue the subject.
“And where are they? Don’t they come to Nacrene too?”
“No, no, they tell me to stay away from here actually..”
Noticing the topic was discomforting her, the Eevee strayed from the topic. “Haha, how character of me to forget my introductions.” he continued with a chuckle. “I’m Pollux, and, unlike you, I was born under human care, by my trainer’s mom, but decided to join him when he received Mathias as his starter Pokemon. And you are?”
Charlotte was confused by Pollux’s brief backstory. Trainer? Starter Pokemon? She’d never heard of such things. But she didn’t dare ask, afraid to come off as clueless, stupid even. “Charlotte.” she said, to which Pollux responded with a brief bow. Amused by the gesture, she returned to bow, and Pollux smiled sheepishly.
Charlotte glanced around. “You say you have a, um, trainer,” the term felt foreign on her tongue, “but where is he? And, erm, Mathias.”
Pollux grinned. “Black is out and about, he told me and Mathias to explore the city if we want, since we’ll be resting here for a week or so. But I imagine Mathias didn’t leave his side.” He laughed again –Charlotte noticed he loved to laugh- and chuckled along with him.
Suddenly afraid her new friend would want to take off, she quickly said, “I could show you around the city, if you want. I know the place pretty well.”
Pollux grinned with delight. “Of course!”
Charlotte, excited, jumped of the stone fountain edge and trotted into the busy street, Pollux close at her heels. She showed him each individual house and garden, weaved in and out of shadowed alleyways, introduced to him the huge white-marble building at the northern tip of the city which people were flooding in and out of, and showed him to the main street, with was brimming with booths and people and Pokemon. Pollux was charmed by the sights Charlotte showed to him, and they frolicked amongst the artists and musicians until to sun began its gradual descent through the sky and the crowds began to die down.
Pollux stopped Charlotte at a three-story building on a street corner. “I enjoyed the tour, Charlotte,” he said, bowing again. “Unfortunately, Black will probably be missing me, so I should go.”
Charlotte didn’t let her disappointment show. “Will I see you again?” Charlotte asked casually.
Pollux smiled and nodded energetically. “Tomorrow morning, at this spot.”
Charlotte’s heart fluttered, and she stood in the lawn for several minutes longer after Pollux disappeared into an open window on the building’s lowest floor. It was still early evening though, and she wasn’t near ready to go back to her den. So she continued to wander aimlessly around the city; most of the booths were empty now and only a few lingering musicians continued to play their songs; the next morning most visitors would be moving on, and the booths would close until the next Friday.
And so Charlotte enjoyed the peaceful, quiet evening atmosphere, already anticipating her next visit with her charming new companion. She wasn’t used to having friends, and she realized what a pleasant feeling it was to have one.
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, by a commotion in a dark alleyway. The chatter didn’t seem to be friendly; there were hideous insults and cruel laughter and an occasional yelp.
Daunted by the obvious trouble but curious all the same, she crept quietly into the selected alley, clinging to the shadows as not to be seen. She placed herself behind a large wouldn’t crate and observed the scene.
A small circle of male teens were offending a small, cornered Pokemon with snide comments. The pale cyan Pokemon, who Charlotte couldn’t quite make out in the shadows, would emit a low growl every few seconds, and occasionally bark, sending a chilling little gust over the alley, to Charlotte’s great surprise. And with every weak icy pulse, the tormenting party would laugh cruelly.
Charlotte let out a retrained gasp as one the young males hurled a small stone at the violated victim, who would yelp when it collided with his side. Charlotte didn’t dare leave her hiding place, and watched in horror as the offenses rapidly grew more violent, and the Pokemon received several solid kicks to his shoulders and ribs, responding to each blow with a distressed snarl and snap of his teeth, accompanied by a sharp gust of icy air. A long, terrifying half hour inched by before the group of teens slowly departed the dark alley, leaving only Charlotte and the beaten Pokemon alone.
The blue Pokemon, whose figure was mostly hidden in the growing darkness, sat huffing on trembling legs, its skinny frame heaving from the attack. Charlotte sat quaking for several long minutes before the dared emerge from her hiding place.
“H-hello?”
The victimized Pokemon immediately stiffened back up, thin coat bristling fiercely. Charlotte sank back behind the crate. “What do you want? Get away from me!” he spat, voice shaking slightly as he swayed dizzily on his bony legs.
“I-I-I won-won’t hurt you,” Charlotte stammered frightfully, “I just, I just wanted t--”
“No!” he snarled viciously, stumbling deeper into her corner. “Leave me alone!”
Charlotte stood in her place for a long time, well after the sun sank entirely. The Pokemon’s heavy breathing never slowed. Once again, she finally summoned the nerve to creep out from behind the crate. Instead of leaving, however, she padded silently over to the beaten Pokemon until she stood just behind him. It was another long while before she could make herself speak. Her voice came out barely a whisper. “I-I’m sorry, I, I just--”
With a furious bark, the Pokemon sent a freezing blast over Charlotte, nearly sweeping her clear off her paws, and, letting out a short wail of shock, bolted out of the alley in a frenzy. She slid to a stop just as she emerged back onto the isolated main street. She stood heaving, willing her racing heart to settle, blood pumping rapidly into her burning limbs.
A small, wretched sob made her turn to look back into the shadowed alley. Her heart swelled with pity as she listened for several long minutes to the quiet, weak weeping that could only be coming from the violated creature in the darkness.
Heavy hearted, Charlotte forced herself away from the horrible sobbing, and proceeded to jog down the street, the terrible scene replaying itself over and over in her head no matter how she tried to block it out. The moon had just risen into the young night sky as she arrived to the outskirts of the city.
She slipped into the tall, quivering grass, staying of the main trail as she swiftly left the city behind her for the night. She looked around for late-night travelers before slipping out of her shelter within the grasses and crossed the dirt road that led into the city, running until she met the bank of the small lake outside the city. She jogged along the bank, skirting the water just out of the gentle tide’s reach until she reached the human-built bridge, which she ducked under and disappeared into a small hole beneath the shadows of the bridge.
As her eyes adjusted to the thickened darkness, she could make out the finned shape of her mother and the bristling figure of her father, who was on his side asleep, his face furrowed into its usually sneer even at rest. Her mother’s black eyes flashed as she hardly acknowledged Charlotte’s entry.
Careful not to wake her ill-tempered father, Charlotte was as silent as possible as she headed further back into the burrow, until she found a soft grass nest, which she crawled into. She fell into a rather restless sleep, and even in her slumber, visions of the mysterious icy stranger haunted her dreams.
Warning: This fic is rated teen for frequent violence, cursing, and some sexual content. I will not get mature-level explicit, but just as a precaution, I figured it would be necessary to mention this before-hand.
Chapter One
Nacrene City was always pleasant and lively, laid-back during the week and bustling on the weekends as artists priced and displayed vibrant paintings and musicians brought out their violins and accordions and acoustic guitars to fill the streets with cheerful tunes and melodies. People and Pokemon of all different class and hobbies roamed the lively streets; flower ladies with their pleasant Cheruby and Cottonees, painters with Smeargels and Aipoms, and cool young, visiting trainers surrounded by their diverse partners.
And not all Pokemon were under a human’s command; a few fearless wild Pokemon from the forest to the west and lake to the east walked among the streets as well, happy and unbothered. Charlotte was one of the curious, brave young Pokemon. She enjoyed the sights and smells and friendly conversation of the bustle around her, and remained unbothered by the people around her despite her normally intriguing species. She didn’t fear humans, despite her parents telling her to stay away from them.
As she first began to explore the city, she only came at the end of the week when all the friendly company wandered about; as she grew comfortable with the busy surroundings, she visited the city frequently during the week, until she spent nearly all hours of everyday within the safe confines of the city. She lived with her mother and father; she grew up with a rather abusive Jolteon father, and quickly learned that her exhausted, hardened Vaporeon mother wasn’t going to defend her against him. So she adopted the city as her safe haven, away from her ruthless home just east of the city.
And so, as she always did, she roamed the city, which she knew like the back of her little brown paw at this point. It was a Saturday, the most vibrant day of the week inside the city. Booths lined the street, filled with art and flowers and jewelry, and the streets were alive with the presence of visiting people and Pokemon. Charlotte weaved between moving legs and feet, enjoying the regular sights around the city.
She paused to admire a pretty young human girl playing the violin, bow sliding gracefully along the strings as the girl’s hand ran smoothly up and down the fingerboard as she played a cheerful minuet.
Charlotte continued on her way, leaving the music behind, finding a quieter ally way to enjoy the warm afternoon air and watch the busy streets from afar.
But, being a young Eevee, couldn’t retain her restlessness for very long and continued her way down the street. Passing more vibrant colored booths, she made her way deep into the city, welcoming the daily feeling of refreshment blow over her as she wandered further away from her den on the field.
She stopped for a drink at a fountain, jumped nimbly onto its pale stone brim and leaning down to lap at the cool, clear water within the wide basin. “Oi, miss!” a voice from behind startled her, and she nearly lost her balance on the end of the stone fountain, narrowly avoiding and unwanted dip. Charlotte whirled around in irritation, but was surprised to see a familiar face staring back at her.
She’d never seen another Eevee besides herself, and her annoyance quickly vanished to startled curiosity.
The male Eevee gave a quick laugh, his eyes gleaming flirtatiously. “Frightened you, didn’t I? Forgive me!” He gave a deep, polite bow, and she took a surprised step back. He straightened back up, examining her with a curious tilt of his head. “What, so surprised to see me?” he said, amused, but friendly. “You don’t get out much, do you? Where’re you from?”
Charlotte hesitated, eyeing him in close examination. He was charming, and friendly, and didn’t strike her as a threat in anyway. “From outside the city.” she replied after a moment, her defensive attitude fading.
The opposite Eevee laughed. “But where outside the city? I’m from outside the city too, from Nuvema town. We’ve come really far!”
“We?” Charlotte repeated, “Who’s we?”
The Eevee seemed rather taken aback. “With my trainer of course! And Mathias too.” he said, still with charm but seeming a bit puzzled now.
Charlotte started. “A trainer!” she exclaimed. “You belong to a human!” She said ‘human’ not with disgust, but not excitement either.
The male Eevee’s ears pricked with extreme interest. “You mean you don’t? You’re wild and all by yourself?” he said, voice hinted with envy.
Charlotte shuffled her paws. “Not ‘alone’, I have Mother and Father with me.” Her voice dulled a little at the words ‘Mother and Father’; the other noticed with a concerned blink, but didn’t pursue the subject.
“And where are they? Don’t they come to Nacrene too?”
“No, no, they tell me to stay away from here actually..”
Noticing the topic was discomforting her, the Eevee strayed from the topic. “Haha, how character of me to forget my introductions.” he continued with a chuckle. “I’m Pollux, and, unlike you, I was born under human care, by my trainer’s mom, but decided to join him when he received Mathias as his starter Pokemon. And you are?”
Charlotte was confused by Pollux’s brief backstory. Trainer? Starter Pokemon? She’d never heard of such things. But she didn’t dare ask, afraid to come off as clueless, stupid even. “Charlotte.” she said, to which Pollux responded with a brief bow. Amused by the gesture, she returned to bow, and Pollux smiled sheepishly.
Charlotte glanced around. “You say you have a, um, trainer,” the term felt foreign on her tongue, “but where is he? And, erm, Mathias.”
Pollux grinned. “Black is out and about, he told me and Mathias to explore the city if we want, since we’ll be resting here for a week or so. But I imagine Mathias didn’t leave his side.” He laughed again –Charlotte noticed he loved to laugh- and chuckled along with him.
Suddenly afraid her new friend would want to take off, she quickly said, “I could show you around the city, if you want. I know the place pretty well.”
Pollux grinned with delight. “Of course!”
Charlotte, excited, jumped of the stone fountain edge and trotted into the busy street, Pollux close at her heels. She showed him each individual house and garden, weaved in and out of shadowed alleyways, introduced to him the huge white-marble building at the northern tip of the city which people were flooding in and out of, and showed him to the main street, with was brimming with booths and people and Pokemon. Pollux was charmed by the sights Charlotte showed to him, and they frolicked amongst the artists and musicians until to sun began its gradual descent through the sky and the crowds began to die down.
Pollux stopped Charlotte at a three-story building on a street corner. “I enjoyed the tour, Charlotte,” he said, bowing again. “Unfortunately, Black will probably be missing me, so I should go.”
Charlotte didn’t let her disappointment show. “Will I see you again?” Charlotte asked casually.
Pollux smiled and nodded energetically. “Tomorrow morning, at this spot.”
Charlotte’s heart fluttered, and she stood in the lawn for several minutes longer after Pollux disappeared into an open window on the building’s lowest floor. It was still early evening though, and she wasn’t near ready to go back to her den. So she continued to wander aimlessly around the city; most of the booths were empty now and only a few lingering musicians continued to play their songs; the next morning most visitors would be moving on, and the booths would close until the next Friday.
And so Charlotte enjoyed the peaceful, quiet evening atmosphere, already anticipating her next visit with her charming new companion. She wasn’t used to having friends, and she realized what a pleasant feeling it was to have one.
Her thoughts were interrupted, however, by a commotion in a dark alleyway. The chatter didn’t seem to be friendly; there were hideous insults and cruel laughter and an occasional yelp.
Daunted by the obvious trouble but curious all the same, she crept quietly into the selected alley, clinging to the shadows as not to be seen. She placed herself behind a large wouldn’t crate and observed the scene.
A small circle of male teens were offending a small, cornered Pokemon with snide comments. The pale cyan Pokemon, who Charlotte couldn’t quite make out in the shadows, would emit a low growl every few seconds, and occasionally bark, sending a chilling little gust over the alley, to Charlotte’s great surprise. And with every weak icy pulse, the tormenting party would laugh cruelly.
Charlotte let out a retrained gasp as one the young males hurled a small stone at the violated victim, who would yelp when it collided with his side. Charlotte didn’t dare leave her hiding place, and watched in horror as the offenses rapidly grew more violent, and the Pokemon received several solid kicks to his shoulders and ribs, responding to each blow with a distressed snarl and snap of his teeth, accompanied by a sharp gust of icy air. A long, terrifying half hour inched by before the group of teens slowly departed the dark alley, leaving only Charlotte and the beaten Pokemon alone.
The blue Pokemon, whose figure was mostly hidden in the growing darkness, sat huffing on trembling legs, its skinny frame heaving from the attack. Charlotte sat quaking for several long minutes before the dared emerge from her hiding place.
“H-hello?”
The victimized Pokemon immediately stiffened back up, thin coat bristling fiercely. Charlotte sank back behind the crate. “What do you want? Get away from me!” he spat, voice shaking slightly as he swayed dizzily on his bony legs.
“I-I-I won-won’t hurt you,” Charlotte stammered frightfully, “I just, I just wanted t--”
“No!” he snarled viciously, stumbling deeper into her corner. “Leave me alone!”
Charlotte stood in her place for a long time, well after the sun sank entirely. The Pokemon’s heavy breathing never slowed. Once again, she finally summoned the nerve to creep out from behind the crate. Instead of leaving, however, she padded silently over to the beaten Pokemon until she stood just behind him. It was another long while before she could make herself speak. Her voice came out barely a whisper. “I-I’m sorry, I, I just--”
With a furious bark, the Pokemon sent a freezing blast over Charlotte, nearly sweeping her clear off her paws, and, letting out a short wail of shock, bolted out of the alley in a frenzy. She slid to a stop just as she emerged back onto the isolated main street. She stood heaving, willing her racing heart to settle, blood pumping rapidly into her burning limbs.
A small, wretched sob made her turn to look back into the shadowed alley. Her heart swelled with pity as she listened for several long minutes to the quiet, weak weeping that could only be coming from the violated creature in the darkness.
Heavy hearted, Charlotte forced herself away from the horrible sobbing, and proceeded to jog down the street, the terrible scene replaying itself over and over in her head no matter how she tried to block it out. The moon had just risen into the young night sky as she arrived to the outskirts of the city.
She slipped into the tall, quivering grass, staying of the main trail as she swiftly left the city behind her for the night. She looked around for late-night travelers before slipping out of her shelter within the grasses and crossed the dirt road that led into the city, running until she met the bank of the small lake outside the city. She jogged along the bank, skirting the water just out of the gentle tide’s reach until she reached the human-built bridge, which she ducked under and disappeared into a small hole beneath the shadows of the bridge.
As her eyes adjusted to the thickened darkness, she could make out the finned shape of her mother and the bristling figure of her father, who was on his side asleep, his face furrowed into its usually sneer even at rest. Her mother’s black eyes flashed as she hardly acknowledged Charlotte’s entry.
Careful not to wake her ill-tempered father, Charlotte was as silent as possible as she headed further back into the burrow, until she found a soft grass nest, which she crawled into. She fell into a rather restless sleep, and even in her slumber, visions of the mysterious icy stranger haunted her dreams.
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