Ah... My very first Pokemon related fanfiction, let alone on for URPG... Please be warned that when you read this that the tiny battle scene will make you wanna rip your hair out. Thank you. ^^
There's only a little more than 15,500 characters, which probably isn't enough. Well, here I go. ^.^
The Tale of the Tailed
Written by ROD.
"It's still so early..." a soft voice murmered. "I can't go on any longer..." And with that, the petite trainer leaned back onto a boulder that was roughly twice her size, having tossed her backpack aside. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in layered bunches and her chocolate eyes looked upward in question. "How does everyone do it? I mean, I'm not walking for a day and I feel like I can't walk anymore. Is this this the e-"
A sudden chirping erupted from her backpack. The brunette lazily bent down and reached into one of the side-pockets and pulled out her slim Pokenav. She quickly cleared her throat and pressed a small button, ending the high-pitched noise.
"Hello?" she said into the Pokenav. It couldn't have been the nurse from the Pokemon Center--this time she had remembered her Pokemon. Who would call her at this time of day? Could it be...?
"Hello sweetheart!" was the chipper response. The girl sighed in relief.
"Mom, did you call to save me?" she bantered, now standing upright against the rock. Why else would her mother call, hmm?
"Dentelle, don't talk like that!" scolded her mother. "Are you trying to say something's wrong, dear?" Detelle felt herself go stiff.
Other then straved, exhausted, and wanting somewhere safe to go, nothing was wrong at all. However, she did want to curl into a ball and sob heavily, but decided to hold back for her mother's sake.
"Mom~, o-of course I'm alright!" Dentelle stammered. She didn't like to lie like this, but these were just one of those times it was okay. She couldn't have her mom concerned over such petty things that every trainer went must've through in their early days.
"Okay, okay. Guess what happened today!" the voice echoed her earlier cheeriness. Dentelle could just see her mother beaming on the other end of the line. That is, while tending to one of her special strawberry cakes, 'course.
"Okay, Mom, shoot." Dentelle had found herself guilty of smiling. She wished her mom would've stayed a little worried for a few more minutes and act how a mother should. However, she accepted this bliss with open arms.
In the midst of her mother's long conversation, something in the distance had caught Dentelle's eyes. While still responding to her mother with incoherent mumbles every now and then, she stood up and teetered over to look beyond the brush that was in the way of her vision. Losing focus, the brunette spoke into the Pokenavi.
"Mom, I, umm... I need to go..." Dentelle said steadily and hung up, putting the nav back where it belonged. Her mom could wait. Cold as it may have been towards her own mother, Dentelle found herself intrigued by this speeding thing of sorts, as it had already sped off...
It was obviously pink... Possibly even a pokemon... If so, it had to have been more than one...or just really big... What would travel in heards at a fast speed? Chansey? Nah. Miltank, perhaps...? Maybe. With these questions needed answering, Dentelle threw her bag over her shoulder and dashed off into the distance.
An aged truck pulled up to small Pokemart in the middle of the barren woods. A tall man, looking to be in his mid-twenties, stepped out. He strided to the back of his truck and pointed at it, as if to give an order.
"Okay, varmins, you all stay here!" he directed. His hair was a shade of scarlet, and was slightly spiked. A few of the pink Pokemon gave out a sleepy yawn in response. The man grunted and walked into the blue roofed shop.
After ten minutes of pushing her body to the limit to catch up, Dentelle gave in to the dreaded thought that she had lost the herd. Out of breath, she was surprised to find herself at a Pokemart. As pathetic as it sounded, she thought that she might as well try to get something to eat. The shop was in the middle of no where, for heaven's sake. They had to have something to eat, being far from town and all.
The petite girl wobbled over the the door of the shop to see a rusted blue truck out of the corner of her right eye. She recognised it as something only the elderly would drive and shrugged it off as nothing important. Before grabbing ahold of the knob to the shop, she heard a familiar Pokemon cry. She twisted around and walked to the back of the truck to see it filled with more than a dozen Slowpoke.
"It's probably just a Slowpoke breeder... Or even a thief of sorts...?" Dentelle brushed the latter thought off her shoulders. How could some thief manage to sweep away so many Pokemon and get away with it? And then come to a Pokemart and leave his truck unattended? Exactly. No one could. Had she been stuffed and well rested, she wouldn't have gotten such an idea.
She then noticed an awkward collar on the neck of each of Slowpoke. Much like a collar for a dog, it looked to be made from rough leather. It also looked to be choking the poor things."What is this?" Dentelle questioned. "Wouldn't a Pokemon breeder want to beautify their Pokemon?"
The girl hesistantly jumped onto the back of the old truck and hopped the tailgate, causing it to wretchedly screech. "I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem if I just loosened the collar a tad. I mean, it does look pretty tight..."
Dentelle began to try and assist on of the Slowpoke in prying the collar off it's neck. After giving up her attempt to try and find a fasten of sorts, she decided to try and pull it over the 'poke's head instead. It wasn't until after she gave up on the lost cause that they began to cry. Now she was busying herself with hushing the 'poke.
"Alrighty then, let's be on our way, little pokies!" a low voice from nowhere announced, catching Dentelle off guard. Startled at first, she figured it must've been the breeder whom was done shopping. While she thought it'd be best to confront the breeder directly about this, the brunette decided to stay with the pink pokemon and just hide amongst them.
The truck soon started up, drove in reverse, rotated clockwise, and drove in the southward direction. The truck creaked from age with every bump it went over. "Why was he driving this piece of trash?" Dentelle absentmindedly wondered.
Over a little amount of time, the Slowpoke began to make them selves comfortable, sprawling out on the hunched Dentelle. Feeling slightly cramped from the little space the Slowpoke had given her, she had begun to examine the truck out of boredom and saw a bumper sticker on the rear-view window. It read "Try our Poke-Tail! Home Grown!"
"This guy is farming you guys for your tails?!" Dentelle asked the Slowpoke, as several nodded. "That jerk! Don't Slowpoke usually die when people do that?! Or is that because they kill you afterwards...?" Dentelle placed her left index finger on her chin in deep thought.
During this period of thought, some of the Slowpoke began to realise their dangers and starting to crowd together in an act of protecting themselves. This proved to be much more uncomforting to the poor girl.
"Don't worry, guys!" she struggled to say. "I'm gonna try and help to the best of my ability!" Dentelle felt them calm down enough so she could move legs a bit.
Suddenly the truck came to a startling hault. "Oh no, did he hear me? Crap!!" Dentelle thought, trying to pull all the Slowpoke back over her. The tailgate of the truck opened with a creak and the driver stood staring in her general direction. 'Did he spot me...?!'
Dentelle was ready in case he did inconvientally spot her. She had already pulled a pokeball from her bag and was now gripping onto it like a lifeline.
"I heard some noise back here... Hey, how the hell did you manage to loosen up your collar?" the guy barked, yanking the same Slowpoke Dentelle had tried to help earlier by it's collar. "I swear, the money better be good to have to put up with you things."
"Stop where you are, jerkwad!!" Dentelle hollared, jumping up pointing her right index finger at the man. As a result, many of the Slowpoke that were on her earlier rolled off. "What is your problem?! Chopping off their tails to eat, you're disgusting!"
"I should be asking you the same, little girl! When did you get in my truck?! GET OUT!!
" the man thundered. Dentelle timidly obeyed and hopped out of the back of his truck. He then spotted what she was concealing in her left hand. "Hey, what's that you got? A pokemon, eh?"
Dentelle then decided that maybe a little more lying today was necessary. It wouldn't hurt to just stretch something at least. Maybe the guy will leave her and the 'pokes alone...? Meh, probably not.
"It's my Zapdos, of course!" Dentelle skillfully flubbed. Meeting his eyes, she gave a smug smirk. "I'm not afraid to pull him out on you, sir." Hey, if he beleived her, she could do this all the time! Maybe then she wouldn't have to battle anyone she didn't want to. Yes, make her sorry life easier... Kikiki~....
"Heh, really?" snickered the man. "How about I just take you on, here and now?" His expression matched what Dentelle's was a second ago.
Dentelle's face had lost it's color in an instant. He must not
have believed her... He actually wanted to see her little white lie face to face. Shouldn't he be cowering? Now what was she to do? And what if he would want her Pokemon, too? Well, she couldn't just drop the ball she put into motion. Dentelle decided it was best to continue rolling it.
"Fine, but not with my precious Zapdos." She slyly sidestepped. Smooth one. The petite girl had regained her posture and had herself in control once more.
"Pfft, fine." The man stepped back some yards from Dentelle and the truck, pulling out a Pokeball from inside his jacket. "Houndour!" he yelled, followed with the throwing of a pokeball to reveal a lean Houndour. It looked very similar to that of a dog, including the relation to the 'bark is worse than the bite.'
"Ah, no... He's a weakness and strength? Sob..." she thought, pretending to reach into her bag for a different Pokeball. "I'll call out Slowking!" Dentellepulled back her hand and tossed the same ball, dispersing from it a Slowking. It looked much like a Slowpoke, however it stood on two feet and had a shell-like crown.
"This will be interesting. Makes a little more sense now, why you cared for stupid these things," directing his hand towards the truck of Slowpoke who've yet to escape over the wide open tailgate. "Ok, Houndour, Pursuit the thing!" He shouted at his dog-like Pokemon. The hound followed the order and rapidly tackled Slowking to the ground with a thump. Dentelle froze.
That had happened way too fast..!
"What's wrong, waiting for someone to save you, mm?" the thief chuckled. Wow, he really liked to rush things.
"Like heck!" Dentelle growled. Is he not taking her seriously? "Ok, Water gun!" Dentelle called out. The wiser-poke complied and shot a stream of water at the Houndour. While the Houndour managed to evade most of them, he did take a few good hits, also making the ground muddy. "Yes, maybe we can do this!!"
"Stop right there!!" a sharp voice panged, interupting the battle. The thief looked dead on ahead with disbelief written on his face. Dentelle had turned around to be enlightened on who exactly it was to interupt their battle...