Part 2: Help Not Wanted
The red-head’s mouth dropped open and she hugged Bagon closer to her. Shock momentarily clouded her senses, causing her to ignore Jake’s gleeful expression. She only looked at him and Lan, who seemed to be paying minimal attention to this new development, as though they had grown an extra limb.
“What do you mean he’s my new assistant?” she demanded, eyes set on Jake. Jake was not deterred from the sudden rise in her voice and he shrugged, running his hand through his long hair in the manner he knew irritated her.
“Lan here got into some trouble and he needs to do some volunteer work to clear.” His nonchalant tone made Hannah flare up in anger.
“You mean he’s a criminal?!” she barked at him, taking a step forward and facing Jake straight in his sapphire eyes.
“I’m right here, you know,” Lan finally spoke up and the bitterness in his bass voice made Hannah turn to him in an instant. “And don’t think I’m here because I want to. The last place I want to spend a Saturday in is in this run-down hole.”
Hannah’s lips were set together in a thin line, the blood rushing to her face in anger. She turned to Jake, his lean face looking as joyful as it could get, and Hannah wasn’t sure who she hated more at the moment.
“I’ll be off, people and Pokemon to see,” Jake told them, the smile of the Cheshire cat on him. “I’ll let you two get acquainted. Lan, you will be helping Hannah in all that she does and you follow her orders, as ridiculous as it seems.” With a short wave, he left them and Hannah knew his smile had increased tenfold.
“You’re the boss, what are we going to do?”
Hannah faced him again and now took in his appearance. He was a head taller than her with dark violet hair that covered his head in long, uneven strands. Long face was the home of pair of amethyst eyes that seemed too deep to be normal. Amber T-Shirt was covered by a black, leather jacket and his combat boots that peeked from beneath his denim jeans clicked against the floor whenever he walked.
“We’re going to do a scale check-up on this Bagon,” she started and explained further when she saw Lan raise a sleek eyebrow, “which means we’re going to check the state of his scales.”
“Seems like he doesn’t want to cooperate,” Lan commented as they walked towards the “Medical Care” room.
“He was calm before I fell a while ago,” she informed him through gritted teeth, eyes determinedly set on the double doors that were coming closer.
“Maybe you should watch where you’re going next time,” he responded with a clip tone, eyes looking everywhere but at her.
To avoid punching him in the face, Hannah pushed open the double doors with an elbow, frowning when Lan just strode inside instead of helping her get in.
The smell of medicine and sterile equipment bombarded their noses. The room was as big as the lobby they had just left with the right and left walls were covered with tables holding all kinds of equipment from laptops hooked up to monitors to ventilators needed for breathing. The handful of Pokemon that were staying here were in their individual beds at the far end of the room, the ones that needed to be monitor hooked up to their computer or machines.
“Now, go get me a pair of those probes,” Hannah instructed as she put Bagon on an empty examining table, jerking a thumb to the table beside them. She smoothed Bagon’s scales that were standing on end, a sure sign that he was nervous about the whole ordeal. Deftly, she opened a jar to her right and offered Bagon a Pokemon Treat. The creature swallowed the brown, crunchy pellet in one gulp and once he swallowed and looked at Hannah, he a toothy smile was on his face.
Lan returned with the steel rods and Hannah quickly grabbed one. “Now, we need to gently lift up his scales, especially since seem they to be in pretty bad shape, and make sure that both the scales and the skin underneath are good.”
“Hold on,” Lan said and Hannah shot him an annoyed look. “You just said his scales were lousy and now you’re saying we have to check every single scale to check for that?”
Once again, Hannah restrained the urge to snap. “I know I said that but we need to check if the roots of his scales are in the same state because if they are, he’s in big trouble.”
Lan did not argue this and now, Hannah instructed him on what to do. “The first thing we do is rub some specialm reptile oil on the spot you’re going check, which makes the scales more flexible and easier to handle.” With the hand that wasn’t holding Bagon’s torso, Hannah scooped some gel-like substance from a jar next to her and began to rub it the Pokemon’s leg; Bagon let out a soft sigh of relief as the green substance sunk into every thirsty crevice of his scales. Without even looking to see if Lan was following, Hannah continued, only wanting to finish this as soon as possible.
“Still keeping a firm hand on Bagon, so he doesn’t squirm, level yourself with the area and begin to carefully lift the scales. We’re not doing every single one of them, just a majority of them so we can get a good idea of how healthy each area is.”
This time, the light-haired girl looked up. Lan was bent over Bagon’s stump of a tail and was carelessly lifting up scale after scale. Bagon flinched in pain and if Hannah wasn’t holding him, she was sure he would have bolted long before.
“Lan, stop, you’re doing it too harshly!” she snapped, lunging and taking the rod from his hand. The dark-haired teenager scowled at her and Hannah shot back the look, caressing Bagon’s throbbing tail. “Were you even listening to what I what I was telling you?”
“Well I’m sorry if I’m no Nurse Joy,” Lan replied, sarcasm practically dripping off his words. Popping the collar of his jacket, he leaned against the table with a layback expression. “And you do
know I have no interest in being here.”
“And do you
know I have no interest in being here with you?” she shot back and was glad they were the only two humans in the room. Feeling Bagon shaking again, she decided that this moment in time was not suitable for a flame war and said instead, “How about if you just feed the Lairon in kennel 102? The Steep type food is over by the far left table behind you.”
Lan’s eyes wandered to where Hannah pointed and without another word, followed her orders. Hannah huffed and continued the check-up, Bagon now back to his calm state. When the doors closed and Lan’s footsteps faded into the lobby, the female teen put down the probe, closed her eyes, and sighed in frustration.
What did she do to deserve this? Why in Jirachi’s name did this happen on the only day of the week she escaped from life’s problems? She didn’t have to ask why her, she knew Jake wanted to make her life as miserable as possible ever since she had accidentally walked on him and his girlfriend just as they were about to kiss.
“I hardly think he’s a good kisser, anyway,” she told nobody in particular, getting back to her job of checking Bagon’s scales. However, fate seemed to have something different in store for the doors burst open with a bang that echoed in the room, the bark that came loose from whatever entered making the equipment rattle.
It also made Hannah yelp in fright and fall backwards, causing her to chip off one of Bagon’s blue scales. The mountain dweller cried out in pain and immediately jumped off the metal table, running towards a safe haven as fast as his stumpy legs could carry him. Hannah jumped to her feet as another bark rang in the air.
“Poochyena, no!” she yelled out once she had her balance back in check and saw what was happening. The small canine had burst into the room and was running around excitedly. Hannah’s eyes snapped back and forth as she tried to follow the hyperactive Pokemon and she dived once she thought he was still enough. The steely-gray pup saw her coming and easily bounded out of the way, making Hannah land, once again, ungracefully on the floor.
“Hannah!” The short yet loud call made her turn. She found Lan in the doorway, his clothes looking tussle and his hair a bit messier (if that was possible). Retying her hair for her ponytail was falling apart, Hannah approached in quick, angry strides.
“What. Happened?” Hannah demanded, finishing off her tying with a snap of her hair band. To her surprise, Lan flinched slightly.
“I fed that Larion but then that Ponyta went absolutely bonkers and opened the gate then opened the one next to her…”
The rest went unheard because Hannah was already running towards the lobby, shouting back, “Catch that Poochyena!”
She could hear Ponyta’s neighing and Jake’s yells as he tried get the horse under control. Lan must have taken the Lairon out to feed him and Ponyta must have saw him; the Fire type always grew jealous when Lairon was fed before her, something that made everybody raise an eyebrow.
Hannah stumbled as something hit her right ankle so hard, tears immediately came to her eyes. Stumbling, she turned and watched as a bone flew back to its owner that was standing near the counter. The Cubone narrowed his jet-black eyes from inside his skull helmet, the chocolate-colored tail that matched in hue with the rest of his body beating the floor furiously. The lanky girl noticed a scorch mark on his bone helmet, the chalky ebony contrasting greatly with the white, no doubt a gift from Ponyta’s rant.
“Sorry, Cubone but I can’t be here.”
The minute she turned her back, the same bone Cubone held in his hand whizzed past her head and she dropped to the floor to avoid getting hit when it flew back. She turned again and saw Cubone holding his bone club threateningly above his head, ready to release another Boomerang attack if she dared move. With Jake busy with Ponyta and Lan, hopefully, busy trying to catch Poochyena, she didn’t see a way to get out of this situation.
“Have it your way, then.” In one quick, fluid motion, her hand flew to the belt that held her beige cargo pants up and threw her only Poke Ball in the air. The sphere cracked in half, letting a flood of blood-red light pour onto the floor. The small Ground type stepped back as the light materialized into a purple being who was held up by his strong, hand-like tail. The Aipom chirped, purple ears twitching as the rest of his violet body swayed back and forth playfully.
“Jackie,” Hannah called to the Normal type, getting back to her feet and bracing herself for the upcoming battle. “Start out with Fake Out!”
Jackie the Aipom nodded once and leaped into the air using his muscled tail. Titling his body, he came straight at Cubone, cheerful smile now changed into one of determination. The Lonely Pokemon threw his bone again but to his surprise, the monkey disappeared in a haze of smoke as black as his own eyes. Before he could turn around to see where his opponent had gone to, a whack on the head from behind sent him flying forward.
Jackie landed from where he materialized, the end of his tail twitching after he hit the hard-as-rock skull, and ran towards Cubone for his next attack. Cubone got back to his feet with agility he hadn’t shown before and launched himself at the Long Tail Pokemon as hard as his short legs could manage. It was too late to reel back and Jackie was hit the Headbutt.
The tree climber was thrown back, his eyes dazed and the room spinning but he planted his tail firmly on the floor. His weight stopped its descent to the ground and his body was up righted. Jackie shook his head to clear all the stars that invaded his vision but when he looked down, he was faced with a pair of very intimidating eyes that held him still for a moment. The splitting headache that was beginning to form was temporarily forgotten, the fact that he was in battle irrelevant.
“Jackie, shake it off and use Tickle!”
The order did it. The Aipom blinked twice and suddenly leaned backwards with all his weight. The Bone Club grazed his cream chest, a follow-up move to the Leer that held him in a trance seconds ago, and Jackie jumped back with his pale tail. The moment he landed, he jumped forward with his hind legs.
He tilted his limber body as Cubone attempted another Bone Club, grabbed the Ground Pokemon by the shoulders, and landed behind him. Jackie moved his hands under Cubone’s armpits and locked him into a position the small Pokemon could not get out of. Cubone struggled by kicking his legs and trying to wave his bone in an effort to hit Jackie in the head. It was in vain and he could only utter furious cries.
Jackie snaked his tail out front and began to tickle Cubone’s rough chest. The Cubone’s cries of anger now became high pitched and less threatening, eventually forming into hysterical laughs. He kicked his legs harder and the wiggling became more pronounced but Jackie still held his opponent tight; the furry mammal couldn’t help but crack a smile as he saw tears leaking out of the reptile’s eyes.
“Jackie, stop having fun and use Swift!”
The purple monkey pouted but did as he was told. He released the laughing Cubone, who dropped to the floor panting and trying to regulate his breathing. Jackie raised his tail and jumped to the air with a gleeful, “APE!” In one rapid arc, he swung his tail and let a flurry of golden stars fly from his tail. A screeching noise invaded all of their ears as the Swift cut through the air like shuriken and Hannah and Cubone covered their ears, eardrums already throbbing.
“Cu… bone bone!” The Kanto burrower said through gritted teeth as the attack hit him. With each hit of a star, the glittering object disappearing as soon as it did its damage, he began to slide backwards, his paws still to his ears that were ringing inside his second skull. The floor screeched along with the celestial attack as his claws scratched the polished wood underneath.
“Now use Fury Swipes!”
Brushing the last stars from around him, Jackie landed on the floor and got out his small but lethal claws. Cubone looked up and was bombarded by a storm of scratches. Claw against bone was a horrible sound and Hannah flinched from where she was standing. Cubone shook his head, exclaiming whenever a claw nicked his face instead of his mother’s skull. When Jackie reeled back, Cubone put his bone in front of him and blocked a right handed swipe. Flinching for his chest also suffered bleeding scratches, he mustered all his strength and pushed Jackie back.
It was now Cubone’s turn to push back and launch himself into an attack. He came shooting at Aipom with blinding speed, the light that was reflected by the floor from the overhead lights matching with the opaque light that began to shine around his body.
“Cubone!” With that battle cry, Cubone held out his bone in front of him and used it to ram the childish Aipom as hard as he could. Jackie cried out and hit the floor and when he rebounded off, body limp, Cubone rammed him again, this time spinning his club. One of the ends hit Jackie right in the jaw, making it snap shut with a disturbing crack. The rest of his body was hit with blow after blow that knocked the air out of him.
Jackie landed on the floor, crashing into some chairs, and Cubone landed on his feet with a triumphant grin peeking from the inside of his second skull. However, he buckled and held his stomach with a pained expression etched on his scaly features soon afterwards. While the Double Edge aftermath plagued him, Jackie squirmed out of the chairs that had fallen over him, flinching from bruises he had suffered.
“Use Agility to get back in the game and then use Double Hit!”
Jackie got to his feet, pushing away the pain and soreness he felt, and began to sprint towards Cubone. Beige and amethyst merged together in one blur and his constant chatter became incoherent. Cubone turned this way and that, standing still and trying to hear the monkey coming close. Unfortunately for him, Jackie’s steps were much too light to detect and he swallowed hard to keep himself from becoming too dizzy.
Quick as a whip, Jackie detached himself from the whirlwind of colors he had created and launched himself. He knocked Cubone off his feet when he hit him with his shoulder and while the nimble tree climber was still in midair, slapped the Ground type in the head with his heavy tail. This made Cubone’s scaly body flip over and slide towards the counter where he was abruptly stopped with a bang that made the papers on top shake. Hannah winced as she saw his mother’s skull vibrate, imagining the unbearable ringing that must have manifested within.
A good day of rest and he’ll be…
To her surprise, a Poke Ball entered her line of vision, soaring through the air and hitting the unconscious Cubone’s torso. The girl whirled around and found Lan leaning against the doorframe of the medical room, his belt lined with Poke Balls now visible; one was missing from its clip.
“We’re not supposed to catch them!” she yelled at him but Lan merely waved her off. Dark eyes smirked from underneath the veil of purple bangs.
“This Pokemon need a home, right? Who are you to refuse him that privilege?”
Hannah was lost for an answer as the Poke Ball on the floor wiggled from side to side.
Uggh, I kept putting Aipom as "she' throughout the battle 'cause I kept thinking of this girl in my class who's name is Jackie and is obessed with monkeys. O_o
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