Emerald Showers (Short Story)

[Scorch Ry]

This is an older one-shot that I wrote, back in early March 2005. ^^ Enjoy.

EMERALD SHOWERS

Passionate. Affectionate.

Faithfulness. Reliability.

I thought of these words as completely sickening. These words didn’t have any type of meaning in my life, since I adjusted to only trusting myself and not being influenced by words of encouragement and love. I was not your regular, marvelous Milotic; I was independent and strong-hearted about my emotions, thoughts, and feelings; I would speak my mind, which would constantly end in bitter brawls and ceaseless arguments.

A lot of people, including Pokèmon Trainers, saw how independent I was from them; I didn’t need to live my life so happily with them. So in result to my harsh thoughts, not a single Pokèmon Trainer wanted to capture and place me in their Pokèmon party, although other Milotic were being caught by their hurtful devices. We were extremely rare, most of us evolving from atrocious Feebas, but when trainers found me in particular, they wouldn’t capture me for a reason I couldn’t identify.

So, I made a decision; I was different. But I wouldn’t need one of those trainers anyway; I could live life independently without one of them. As my creamy, snake-like body slithered upon the emerald blades of grass, a satisfying aroma traveled into my nose. My gratification zone was triggered instantly; the smell provided me with such tantalizing thoughts about the open, peaceful meadow. The scorching sun flared in a ceaseless white fire, brightening the vicinity and kissing my heart as I suddenly stopped my movement, glancing around.

A cool breeze lightly caressed my skin; it spun around the pink and white flowerbeds, soaring on a forgotten voyage and carrying the entrancing scent with it. The beautiful day had indeed caught my little attention until I saw constant motion in the distance; curious, I swiftly slinked behind a tall Oak tree, peering around it and shaking my head. The results were completely disappointing.

So-called ‘loving’ and ‘affectionate’ Pokèmon Trainers were gathered with their respective Pokémon, battling and playing with one another. The creatures were of all types, shapes, colors, and sizes, ranging from Exeggutor to groups of adorable Eevee and their fascinating evolutions. As I stared silently, I suddenly figured out that they were having fun, something I didn’t do with a trainer throughout my entire life. I usually enjoyed myself with independent activities, but these people truly defined it for their Pokèmon.

They were throwing Frisbees to their Mightyena, throwing Pokèblocks into the air for Vulpix and Growlithe to catch and devour. I had to admit, the Pokèmon were really having a blast with their Pokèmon Trainers, the flame of love burning in their eyes and encasing their pounding hearts. Contemplatively thinking, I realized that I desperately wanted to feel the love, affection, and loyalty of a Pokèmon Trainer, but I really wanted to know why I was not captured. Perhaps it was because I separated myself from other Milotic, due to my major difference between them. A creamy-colored cat with purple ruffs on her neck sped past the tree I was hiding behind, looking back as a Pokèmon Trainer playfully chased after her.

I guess she wasn’t a wild Pokèmon, since a pretty, gold charm with her name engraved on it was secured on her. I revealed myself to the open area, slithering around her and lightly touched her right shoulder, catching her attention. Her wonderful momentum completely stopped, and she turned around with a vigilant face. Watchful, her tail swayed from left to right as she meowed. She was indeed a very protective feline Pokèmon, but Delcatty weren’t like this in the wild. This was proof that Pokèmon Trainers had major influences upon the creatures they dared to capture.

“What would you like from me?” she asked.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but would you happen to know why I don’t want to be captured?” I inquired back.

It was such a random question, since she probably never saw me in her entire life. However, the Delcatty could probably detect a problem she saw with her own sparkling eyes, helping me to improve it so Pokèmon Trainers would at least smile and pursue after me. I impatiently waited as her eyes were fixed on my body; she gazed upon, shaking her head as she started to laugh.

Was something strange or funny about me?

Why was she laughing?

“Honey, just look at you. Any Pokémon Trainer would love to have you, because you are known as a shiny Milotic. You are one of a kind, the only Milotic in the world to have a more extravagant color. Maybe you are just hallucinating; millions of trainers would love to have you. Now, I shall be on my way to play with my trainer,” the Delcatty answered.

As she eagerly strolled away, I intensely gazed into the sky as the atmosphere became a darker color, dark gray clouds abruptly decorating it. I stared in a small pond, seeing a full body reflection of myself. She was absolutely correct; my colors weren’t normal at all. Throughout these years, I never realized how much I was different from Milotic, including color and my abnormal, powerful attacks.

All of this time, I contemplatively asked myself what was wrong with me, when I knew it all along. My color was what caused me a major difference from be captured. Instead of my hairs being a sparkling scarlet tint, mine were more of a faded lavender shade. A regular Milotic’s tail was a patterned crimson and cerulean color; my diamond-like pattern was more of a lavender and gold mixture, creating a glittering combination of two colors.

Then, one thought floated in my head; humans were very picky.

They wanted things to be their way, without questions. Some were more stubborn than others, but the majority of the popularity were particular. I would have never thought that humans would be judging just because I was a shiny. I loved being one because I wasn’t the same - I was diverse and unique in my own special way. But now, being shiny took a major downfall at the moment; just because I was one, they didn’t want me.

Why did that Delcatty say that humans would love to have me?

If they did, then how come I was not captured by now?

If they love possessing a shiny Pokèmon, they would have captured me years ago when I was just a small Feebas exploring the vast sea. Water piled up on the lower section of my eyes, forming into streams of tears. The tears showered down the sides of my pale face as I slammed my body into the grass, whimpering depressingly. These trainers were that picky; I wouldn’t be captured because I would be considered too dissimilar from the rest.

The Pokémon Trainers suddenly cleared the area as I stared, water filtering my eyes. Suddenly, a white glow encased my eyes, blocking my vision. It returned to normal, miniature ponds formed in the grass that resembled by drops of tears. As I glanced around again, only one trainer remained with his male Magmar. With his ravishing wavy black hair, he took each second taking one footstep forward, approaching me steadily. He had such a delightful smile that just made me feel safe in the area. It was something about it that set him apart from the other Pokèmon Trainers.

Was he going to capture me? Was he not as picky as millions of other humans? But, that Delcatty’s comment still reeked inside of my head: Any Pokémon Trainer would love to have you, because you are known as a shiny Milotic. You are one of a kind, the only Milotic in the world to have a more extravagant color. Maybe you are just hallucinating; millions of trainers would love to have you.

Then, I figured something; this trainer would probably want me only because I was a shiny Milotic, not for the fact that he wanted me to become apart of his Pokémon-based family. I had completely forgotten that some trainers caught shiny Pokèmon only for their rarity, not for love and a beautiful bond that would form a friendship. I thought humans would be more loving than other Pokémon, but the Delcatty proved me wrong. I would never become apart of a human’s team; I would die alone. The light-skinned hand coldly touched my body, the male trainer displaying a worried face as he stroked my back. In order to find out how true trainers were, I would have to allow him access.

Was he actually going to capture me for my rarity? Only time would tell, right? A creamy-golden haze sparkled into the air as glittering sparks danced across it, emerald gleams of rain falling from the sky and crashing to the ground.

[katiekitten]

Wow, Ry. This is beautiful. *wipes away tear* Poor Milotic...