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Old 08-05-2009, 02:20 PM
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Default Never in the Wrong Time or Wrong Place (14A) [Chapter 8 up]

(Otherwise known as NITWOMP.) Okay. I'm gonna try this again. It starts to pick up after Chapter 7.

Awards:
Serebii: -Best Supporting Non-Human Character (Won)
-Funniest Character (Nominated)
-Most Suspenseful Scene (Nominated)
Pokecommunity: -Fanfiction of the Month (May 2009) [It was originally October '07 or '08, but I asked for it to not be for X reasons.]

(Those were listed not for bragging, but just to show that this isn't as poor as it might come off as at first.)

Chapter List
0.Prologue (1st Rewrite)
1.The Launch of a Journey (1st Rewrite)
2.The Roots of a Friendship (1st Rewrite)
3.Retributions (1st Rewrite)
4.The Revival of a Friendship (1st Rewrite)
5.To Leave the Nest (1st Rewrite)
6.And This is What You Get... (1st Rewrite)
7.On a Wing and a Prayer (1st Rewrite)
8.A Head as Hard as Rock




Anyways, now to start this. Enjoy.

Prologue


Everything was a dark green and brown blur in my eyes. The colours moved around frantically; I was unable to focus while I sprinted. All that I focused on was running away. I ran through the eerie, misty forest, bounding over roots and branches. There were few beams of light trying to enter the forest, clearly seen in the haze.

I didn’t know what I was running from but I knew that I had to run. I knew I was being chased, I could sense it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see what appeared to be a moving shape- perhaps a figure- running beside me. It blended in with the forest but had a blur of red moving on it as it ran by my side, like there was a piece of the forest running with me. The red was the only way that I knew that it wasn’t part of the underbrush.

The underbrush that I dashed in became denser. I felt myself trip over a hard, unwavering root and fall face first into the bushes and grass. I lay in the ground, expecting the worst. When it didn’t arrive I tried to get up and move forward, but my legs wouldn’t let me. I used my right arm to try and crawl forward.

The dim figure in front of me extended its hand. I tried to reach it and grab it but I couldn’t reach. I looked up and saw a beautiful, almost angelic, shape of a girl I knew beside the figure. Behind them shined a blinding light. The girl had brown-red hair and smooth, natural skin. She smiled sweetly at me with an innocent yet beautiful face. I tried to grab for them but the two continued to be forever out of my reach. I tried to get up again but my legs were limp causing me to fall back to the ground. I moved forwards using only my hands to drag the rest of my body.

I heard whispers and high, raspy shrieks of the unknown creature echoing. They boomed through the forest… but I knew they were only getting closer to me. They gradually grew louder and I struggled, helpless.

I looked down at my left arm and saw a gigantic gash appear down my bicep. The flesh was completely ripped. I could see the grisly insides: still pumping veins and arteries, muscles which quivered in contraction, and exposed tissues. The arm stung with a cold numbness, but surprisingly no pain. I was horrified by the grizzly sight; I could feel every muscle in my chest constrict in fear.

Oh, Arceus…my arm… its insides…" I thought in terror.

I felt as if I should vomit but I couldn’t. IT… did this! I was sure that the next strike would kill me.

The echoing of screeches all around flooded into my ears once more. I saw the glint of a metal blade in the very corner of my eye.

This is it.

Swish!

Pain. A horrible, piercing pain was felt in my head. It was Not the dull pain of a headache, but more like someone… or something, slashed me in the head. All I then saw, seconds after, was a blinding light and a neutral sense of purgatory.

All I saw was white.
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The Launch of a Journey



“PIDGEO, PIDGEO, PIDGEO.”

Those were the words that Jeff heard as he awoke in a puzzled daze. Jeff twitched uncomfortably; this wasn’t the soft cot that he fell asleep in. He opened his eyes, revealing his green irises tinted with yellow surrounding the pupils.

There was a bright light shining from the windows piercing into his confused cornea, causing his pupils to constrict in miosis. He squinted and he darted his eyes around. He found himself lying on the cold, wood paneled floor of his room. A sharp pain in the back of his head caused him to cringe.

The pain would return every few seconds along with the obnoxiously loud squawks of the ongoing noise. It was as if this unknown force was mocking him. Jeff lazily rolled from his side onto his back. The pain did not return as he had expected it to, a few seconds later, although the sound “PIDGEO” still loudly hollered.

Jeff jerked his head around, quickly looking around the room. He looked down at his bicep revealing a large healed scar down his arm. “Thank Arceus… it was just a dream.” He wiped the sweat from his brow and quickly scanned the room again… just in case.

He got up onto one knee and his hands. Lying to his right was an opened copy of “Catch-22,” by Joseph Heller, as well as the “Hoenn Edition to the Guide of Starter Pokemon,” by Professor Birch.

As he lazily read the name “Professor Birch” he remembered that the man was the local Pokemon professor for his small but lush hometown of Littleroot. He also taught Jeff in high school about the many different aspects of pokemon.

I must’ve fallen out of bed,” Jeff thought to himself, remaining on one knee.

He looked to the side of his end table and saw that the cause of the pain in his head was brought on by his Pidgeotto alarm clock, which was lying sideways on the floor. The wooden bird extended and contracted, and squawked from its static perch on the clock.

He held the back of his head and proceeded to brush his hand through his dark brown hair, which was light and somewhat dense. Attempting to get his bearings, Jeff’s eyes darted to the window, which had a leafy tree branch brushing up against the glass as the wind blew. His eyes then looked to the beige wall.

On the wall were two movie posters, tacked to the drywall. One was poster was advertising “Lone Wolf” starring Duke the Mightyena. The poster showed a grey and black wolf-like pokemon separated from its pack, walking away from them, baring his teeth with a large snarl on his face.

The poster to the left of it was entitled “The Last Tree”. There was a picture of a Grovyle slumped against a lone tree on a hill, looking off deeply into the distance. “Starring ‘Nychus the Grovyle’, a thought-provoking, breathtaking ride!” read a review printed onto the poster. The Grovyle was a large, green raptor-like pokemon. He had a trio of green leaves protruding his arms and one long leaf crest jutting backwards out of his head. Jeff had remembered seeing a picture of a Grovyle in the book by his bed. Those were two of Jeff’s favorite movies; both were action/dramas.

He idly fondled a long, lance-shaped leaf of the dragon tongue plant beside him as he stared at his wall. Jeff continued looking along the wall, stopping on a calendar. He focused in on his birthday, which was a few weeks away. Jeff would become seventeen, shortly. A square on the calendar caught Jeff’s eye. It was today’s date circled in red marker.

Jeff blinked in revelation. “Today’s the day I get my first pokemon!” he thought to himself in unadulterated excitement.

He lazily slumped his head to the side, glancing at the fallen clock on the floor. His green eyes widened upon reading the alarm clock, which had ceased pecking him.

“Oh, crap, I’m REALLY late!” Jeff sputtered, frantically sitting upright, cracking his stiff back as he did so.

He double checked the clock that lay sideways on the ground, making sure that he his rough sleep didn’t cause him to misread the time.

He sighed in relief. “Oh, never mind. I thought the minute hand was the hour hand again. It’s really just eight fifteen,” Jeff thought to himself, sheepish and relieved.

The teen got to his feet and stretched, growling in a low tenor voice as he did so. He walked up to his wall mirror and glanced at himself. He was shirtless and wore green plaid PJ pants. He looked in the mirror at his six feet tall, 135 pound stature. Jeff had a lean muscular build and a sturdy posture. Given his weight, he was no Machoke, though.

He walked over to his tidy dresser and began to get changed. Jeff slowly got changed into his favourite set of clothes. This attire was his green T-shirt, a pair of roughed up, blue soccer shorts, and regular old socks.

It’s finally happening…I’m going to leave town on my own pokemon journey, like most of my friends before me did.” He thought as he poked his head through his forest green shirt.

Jeff had many friends who were aspiring pokemon trainers or coordinators. Most of them had already set out on their journey during late junior high or high school with their very own pokemon. They had been successful at doing what they do best- fight and show off… in Jeff’s opinion, anyways. Sure they could be jerks, he thought, but they were his best human friends and they were always fun to be around. Only a few remained with Jeff in high school for an indefinite period of time, including his best friend. He knew that they would eventually all go too.

The reason Jeff did not start his pokemon journey when he was thirteen was because that he knew that most of the kids who set out at that age didn’t last very long as a trainer. The usual reason for this is that the pokemon would mature faster than the kid and in most cases have no respect for them. Besides, going out into the world knowing nothing of what’s coming and relying purely on your pokemon will not only get you hurt but, most importantly, your pokemon also. So Jeff decided to learn more about them and how to responsibly care for them by attending Professor Birch’s lectures.

I guess I should at least put on deodorant,” he naggingly thought to himself, picking up a stick of deodorant. He rubbed the ‘Forest fresh’ scented deodorant on his underarms and checked the smell.

This is going to be awesome. I’m going to show the whole world, including her, just what I’m made of. And me and my pokemon are going to be the best team, unlike before, when-… Forget that, Jeff, that’s in the past. The pokemon you’re going to choose is going to be awesome…”

Jeff beamed in excitement as he rechecked his wallet to make sure that all of his saved-up cash was accounted for. He walked towards the door of his room, but stopped and turned before making it past the frame.

“Oops, almost forgot.”

Jeff went over to his wooden desk. The desk consisted of a backpack, a PC, old research papers about pokemon, and a cactus. He picked up his back pack which carried a few potions and antidotes, a great deal of additional saved up money, a sleeping bag and pillow, one of his dad’s medical kits and about three weeks worth of light meals to be rationed. He looked to the right of his PC, and picked up this odd twig, which was straight and had a smaller branch coming off of it diagonally, and let it rest in his mouth, habitually.

For a year, Jeff would travel everywhere with that odd tree twig in his mouth. Only he and one other knew where it came from…

Jeff exited his room and walked over the dull carpet, turning left to the stairs. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a light purple figure donned in boxing gear standing on the stairs.

“Yo, Tyrogue, I’m finally going,” Jeff smiled to the superpower pokemon, who was the size of a child. Tyrogue smiled and continued walking past Jeff and into the workout room to weight lift.

“Rogue, ty tyr.”

Tyrogue was a pokemon caught by Jeff’s older brother. He decided to leave him here while he traveled to the Johto region. Jeff’s brother was eight years older than him. He left to start his own journey while Jeff was still in elementary school. Jeff had always admired his older brother and his starter pokemon. He was disappointed that he hadn’t seen them in some time.

“Tyrogue!” Jeff called out, “I’ll come back here as soon as I pick my starter, okay?”

“Rogue ro…” the Fighting Pokemon said, rolling his eyes.

Jeff walked down the stairs and went towards the vestibule, which was home to shoes and coats. He slipped on a pair of white and green running shoes. He turned and yelled calmly into the kitchen to his mother.

“Hey, Mom! I’m going to Professor Birch’s lab to get my pokemon, I’ll be back…”

“Alright, dear!” She replied from the kitchen. “Don’t you want some breakfast breakfast? If you don’t have any now, Tyrogue will probably eat it all.”

"Nah, I'm too excited to eat right now!" Jeff called back. Then, he suddenly remembered two vital members of the Growell family and asked, "Did Dad and Bayleef leave for the hospital yet?"

“Yep, you just missed them!” She shouted back, preoccupied with making coffee.

“Oh well…” Jeff replied, somewhat glumly. “Well I’m going now, I’ll come back before I leave town!”

“Bring back a cute pokemon!” Mrs. Growell told him as he entered the cluttered vestibule.

“I have something else in mind” Jeff muttered to himself, turning the brass doorknob. He stopped at the doorway, and took a deep breath before walking calmly out the door to his first pokemon
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Everything was a dark green and brown blur in my eyes. The colors moved around in my eyes, I was unable to focus while I sprinted.
You used 'in my eyes' twice within a few words of each other. Try not to repeat words/a bunch of words too close together.

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Out of the corner of my eye I could see what appeared to be a moving shape… perhaps a figure, running beside me.
This should be better as:
"Out of the corner of my eye I could see what appeared to be a moving shape - perhaps a figure - running beside me."

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I lay in the ground, expecting the worse.
Should be 'worst'.

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I tried to get up again but my legs were limp so I fell back to the ground.
It might just be me, but I avoid using 'so' in contexts such as this one. I would use 'consequently' or 'as a result' or 'causing me to fall back' or something. :P

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I heard whispers and high, raspy shrieks of the unknown creature echoing, coming from all around me. They boomed through the forest as if they were everywhere… but I knew they were only getting closer to me.
If it was echoing, then we probably already know that it was coming from all around, and you also said 'as if they were everywhere', which we have also already gathered. xD

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I looked down at my left arm and saw a gigantic gash appear down my bicep.
If the gash was there before, they you could have this, but if he looked at his arm because he felt the gash...well, you'd need to say that. Otherwise, we could easily imagine he happened to look at his arm which had a gash.

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The flesh was completely ripped from that part of my upper arm. I could see the insides of my arm: inside the gash were still pumping veins and arteries, muscles which quivered in contraction, and exposed tissues.
'from that part of my upper arm' doesn't need to be there, since we already know it's in his bicep. Also, 'of my arm' doesn't need to be there, because we, once again, already know what insides he could see, and using 'arm' again would be repetitive. Also, after the colon, you need to write what he saw--not repeat yourself. So, take out the 'inside the gash were'. SO, it's changed from this:

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The flesh was completely ripped from that part of my upper arm. I could see the insides of my arm: inside the gash were still pumping veins and arteries, muscles which quivered in contraction, and exposed tissues.
To this:
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The flesh was completely ripped. I could see the insides: still pumping veins and arteries, muscles which quivered in contraction, and exposed tissues.
Although, you might wanna add on something like an adjective before 'insides'--like 'gruesome' or something. :P

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Oh, Arceus…my arm… its insides…
Never have double quotation marks for thoughts, because it gets too confusing. I use single quotation marks, but most people just have thoughts in italics and no quotation marks.

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The next strike and I was sure I’d be dead.
This sentence...doesn't particularly make perfect sense. Something like: 'the next strike I'm sure would kill me', or 'would surely kill me' would work, though.

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There was echoing of screeches all around, I saw the glint of a metal blade in the very corner of my eye.
We already know that there're echoes, but instead you could put 'The echoing of screeches all around continued' or 'rang in my ears once more', etc. 'Cause then it's like you're not introducing it, but saying that its still there. :3

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Swish!
This little 'Swish'y should be in italics! :D ('Cause it's a sound, and sounds often are in italics.)

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All I then saw, seconds after, was a blinding light and a neutral sense of purgatory
PUNCTUATION FAIL! You forgot to end this sentence with a period.

CHAPTER ONE

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Those are the words that Jeff heard as he awoke in a puzzled daze.
Should be 'were', because 'are' is changing the tense to present.

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He opened his eyes, revealing his iris to be green with a tint of yellow surrounding the pupils.
By saying this, it sounds like his eyes are changing to be those colours. Try: 'revealing his green irises tinted with yellow surrounding the pupils.

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As he lazily read the name 'Professor Birch' he remembered that the man was the local pokemon professor for his small but lush hometown of Littleroot.
Tisk, tisk! If you capitalise the first letter of Pokemon species names, then why not the word 'Pokemon'? That doesn't make sense. =/

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The wooden bird extended and contracted, and squawked from its static perch on the clock.
Technically Pidgeotto aren't birds. =/ They're Pokemon.

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His eyes then looked to the beige wall of his room.
I think we'd realise you were talking about the wall of his room. xD You can just say 'wall' if you like. :P

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One was poster was advertising “Lone Wolf” starring Duke, the Mightyena.
OMG, WOLF!!!! <33333333 (But really it's a Mightyena. xD)
Here, since that's his name title, basically, you don't need the comma after 'Duke'. If it was meaning 'Duke, a random Mightyena,' then you could have the comma. :P

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The poster showed a grey and black, wolf like pokemon separated from its pack, walking away from them, bearing his teeth with a large snarl on his face.
Should really be a hyphen between 'wolf' and 'like', and the comma after 'black' doesn't need to be there in my opinion, and also--Mightyena aren't really wolf Pokemon. =/ They're more like dogs. Also, I'm not sure if that's supposed to be 'bearing' or 'baring'. I always use 'baring', but I'm probably wrong. xD

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“Starring ‘Nychus the Grovyle’, A thought-provoking, breathtaking ride!” read a review printed onto the poster.
Oi, that 'A' shouldn't be capital. :P

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“Oh crap, I’m REALLY late!”
Comma after 'Oh'.

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The teen got to his feet and stretched, growling in a low tenor voice, as he did so.
Comma after 'voice' doesn't need to be there.

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He looked in the mirror at his six feet tall, 135 pound stature.
*shakes finger* Never write numbers in...numbers! You always write them in letters. :P (Unless it's a name. :P)

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Jeff had many friends who are aspiring pokemon trainers or coordinators. Most of them have already set out on their journey during late junior high or high school with their very own pokemon.
Nuu! >:3 You changed tenses! Should be 'were' and 'had'.

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The usual reason for this is that the pokemon would mature faster than the kid and in most cases have no respect for some kid.
If that isn't supposed to be 'kids', then 'some kid' should be in inverted commas, I reckon. But it would be better as 'them', since you already mentioned 'the kid'.

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Tyrogue smiled and continued walking past Jeff and into their workout room to weight lift.
Lol, saying 'their' sounds weird. :P And by the way: Tyrogue can only be males--so you may as well call him a he. xD

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“Rogue, ty tyr,
Uhh...why is there a comma at the end of that sentence instead of a full stop...? Speech should only have commas at the end if there's gonna be a 'he said' after it.

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“Rogue ro…” The fighting pokemon said, rolling his eyes.
You should never have a capital after speech unless it's a new sentence. Things like 'she said', and, in this case: 'the Fighting Pokemon said', should always have lowercase letters.
Also, correct grammar would be capitalising Pokemon types' first letters.

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"Nah, I'm too excited to eat right now!" Jeff called back. Then, he suddenly remembered two vital members of the Growell family and asked, "Did Dad and Bayleef leave for the hospital yet?"
What the...? Why are these quotation marks the default forum ones? x)

There we are! Interesting--I liked the dream. ^^ Not too much detail since it was a dream, but enough. :D The first chapter was good because it wasn't at all rushed, it set the scene, introduced some characters and explained the situation. You could have gone into detail with Tyrogue's description, since the only thing you told us about his was that he was a Fighting type and was the height of a child--which could be any height, really. xD

You repeated some words only a few times, and you need to remember that we don't capitalise 'he said' at the end of speech, and when the speech is the end of the sentence, you put a full stop.

You also didn't really describe the mum or the setting of anything outside his room, but it was easy to follow and good. ^^ Almost the same as a typical Pokemon trainer fan fiction's start, but I'm glad you went to the efforts of explaining the whole 'starting as a Pokemon trainer at such a young age' thing. :3 It made sense and that's how I'd look at it. xD And also Mum wouldn't let me drop out of school. xD

I'd like to see where this goes! :D

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Hey, thanks for the review. It was very helpful.

Pidgeotto's are bird pokemon... besides, I need more pronouns.

I'm also a bit wary of not using quotation marks with thoughts. Without them, I'm worried that they'll be confused with regular narrative (especially since I used italics to emphasize words.)

Don't worry about the typical start. It starts to come into its own after a bit. Anyways, thanks for the review, it's really appreciated. (I love in-depth reviews. xP)

I'm also not sure how long I should wait between chapters before posting the next one.
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Hey, thanks for the review. It was very helpful.

Pidgeotto's are bird pokemon... besides, I need more pronouns.

I'm also a bit wary of not using quotation marks with thoughts. Without them, I'm worried that they'll be confused with regular narrative (especially since I used italics to emphasize words.)

Don't worry about the typical start. It starts to come into its own after a bit. Anyways, thanks for the review, it's really appreciated. (I love in-depth reviews. xP)

I'm also not sure how long I should wait between chapters before posting the next one.
Hey, no worries. ^^ Glad it was. :P

I know, but lol, it gets to me a little when people say 'bird' instead of 'bird Pokemon' and stuff. :3 You can still have 'bird', just as long as you put 'Pokemon' after. xD But it's really an opinion thing, too. :P

Yeah, that's what I thought. But I just write it like this:
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'Flamethrower is my favourite attack,' Dusty thought.
Most people just go without the quotation marks, though. :P And yeah, I use italics to emphasise words, too. But even people who don't use quotation marks' stories are easy to understand and you know when it's thoughts and then it's emphasis (lol, almost wrote 'emphasism' xD). But having double quotation marks like the ones used with speech just gets confusing. xD

Okay. :) I remember trying to write a trainer story...ended badly. xD It was really going nowhere. xD No worries. x) I do too. xD I often do them! :D

Oh, however long you want. :P I usually wait a few days (when I did have chapters written and ready to post, that is). :3

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Hey, no worries. ^^ Glad it was. :P

I know, but lol, it gets to me a little when people say 'bird' instead of 'bird Pokemon' and stuff. :3 You can still have 'bird', just as long as you put 'Pokemon' after. xD But it's really an opinion thing, too. :P

Yeah, that's what I thought. But I just write it like this:

Most people just go without the quotation marks, though. :P And yeah, I use italics to emphasise words, too. But even people who don't use quotation marks' stories are easy to understand and you know when it's thoughts and then it's emphasis (lol, almost wrote 'emphasism' xD). But having double quotation marks like the ones used with speech just gets confusing. xD

Okay. :) I remember trying to write a trainer story...ended badly. xD It was really going nowhere. xD No worries. x) I do too. xD I often do them! :D

Oh, however long you want. :P I usually wait a few days (when I did have chapters written and ready to post, that is). :3

~Xanthe.
I suppose single quotation marks could work... but I also use those when I need quotation marks within quotaton marks. xP

And I have a good twenty three chapters posted elsewhere, so the good news for the people here is that there won't be long waits for awhile.

Also, I forgot to comment on this last time, I was told that numbers over 100 didn't have to be spelled out.
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The Roots of a Friendship


1 year ago

Jeff enjoyed exploring the nature outside of Littleroot Town. He often went out looking for new pokemon to study in their environment. The teen rarely found anything more than a docile Zigzagoon or an edgey Poochyena though. That afternoon, Jeff decided to travel north east from his regular route, hoping to see some new pokemon

He was some distance away from the town this time around. Sliding his backpack off of his arm, he threw it carelessly on the grass by the base of a tree. The teen leaned back against an adjacent tree, which stood several feet away from a small, tranquil lakeside. Jeff looked up at the canopy line of the trees and noticed that a large shadow from something was blocking most of the canopies from the sunlight.

He took out an apple and was about to bite into it when he heard some scurrying in the forest nearby. Jeff looked around and saw a Zigzagoon walk out of a bush and curiously approach him. The pokemon was a large brown and beige furred raccoon pokemon. Its fur appeared to be spiky, although it was really quite soft unless it was bristled as a defensive measure.

Zigzagoon sniffed around, inspecting his apple with great desire. Jeff raised a hand to motion that he was friendly. Ever since he was young, Jeff had never felt any particular fear or hostility towards pokemon. Growing up with a family that had a Chikorita and other pokemon, he felt that they were no threat to him. He liked mostly all pokemon as long as they were at least indifferent towards him.

Jeff decided to crouch down in front of it and hand the creature his full apple. The Zigzagoon beamed and began to happily munch on it. “Zigza!” it replied in thanks. Jeff smiled and moved away from the tree he was backed against in order to get some more food from his bag.

The pokemon watched him and rapidly chewed the apple in its mouth. The Zigzagoon’s eyes remained following Jeff, who was now kneeling down to open his bag. The raccoon pokemon’s eyes widened and its rate of chewing decresed exponentially until its jaw finally just slackened and the remnants of food fell from its stunned mouth.

“Z-z-z-zig…ZIGZA ZIGZAGOON!” it yelled at Jeff.

The human looked up. “Huh? …What’s up? You look terrified.”

The Zigzagoon looked as if it wanted to further warn Jeff, but its legs were already sprinting away. It ran in spontaneous zig-zags until finding enough composure to figure out which way to run.

That was weird…” Jeff thought to himself.

As Jeff watched the creature run, he felt a presence behind him. He noticed that a foreign shadow had cast over his back. A large chill crept down his spine. He could hear a swipe as if a sword was being swung in the air. His instincts got the better of him; he speedily stood up, turned around and saw a giant scythe ready to fall towards him. Attached to the scythe was a long green arm and above that the enraged face of a giant bug pokemon.

The glowering face struck fear into the very soul of Jeff. Chills crawled up his spine like a hundred Beedrills were giving him acupuncture with their stingers. His green eyes widened, meeting with the pokemon’s hazel eyes. He felt adrenaline course through his veins and rush to his head and limbs.

Jeff briefly remembered Professor Birch talking about a pokemon like this in one of his lectures. He recalled him saying something about a blinding fury towards the colour red. Of course, Jeff decided to where a red t-shirt for his hike that day, but instead of beating himself up about it, he decided to take action.

As the scythe began to be brought down, Jeff nimbly jumped to his right and he instinctively punched the creature in the face with his right arm. Jeff used his training from when he sparred with Tyrogue.

“Scyyythe!” It stumbled back a step and then instantaneously lunged, even angrier, towards Jeff. “THER!!”

The terrifying mantis brought its claw down on Jeff. The blade slashed from Jeff’s left shoulder, cutting diagonally down the bicep, the gash ending above his elbow.

“GRAAAAAAGGHHH” Jeff yelled in blinding pain. He could feel the metal slice through his skin, taking pieces with the blade, and exit. He felt as if someone had poured oil in the cut before throwing a match into the gash. Jeff turned and fell to one knee, saliva spitting from his clenched teeth through the laboured growls. His face whitened from the blood loss yet he felt beads of sweat form on his brow. Although his legs were trembling, Jeff took advantage of his adrenaline; he clutched his slashed bicep, turned, and ran behind him.

Jeff hobbled away from the pokemon, who was recovering from the powerful slash. Jeff ran with all of his strength into the forest, hearing the terrorizing cries of the bug pokemon echoing all around him. His speed was fuelled by his blistering pain; it acted as the nine-tails whip of a slave driver coercing Jeff onward, for fear of a fate worse than being beaten. He ran over verdant ferns and hopped over roots, clutching his bleeding arm as he went.

Jeff dove behind this huge, lush, towering tree, which had many thick branches attached to it. Jeff was bleeding profusely from his arm. He pressed his back up against the tree and looked over his shoulder to his right. Jeff could hear a rustling above him; he darted his head up and saw leaves move and then nothing. He was positive that Scyther was moving above him, but for all he knew it was just the wind. The giant bug was nowhere to be found. But then Jeff looked to his left and saw the sneering face of the giant green bug right in front of him.

The pokemon grunted in his face and Jeff’s heart sank. The only thing between him and the scythe was a small twig, attached to the tree beside him about at Jeff’s scalp level.

“SYYYTHHHE,” the creature wailed as its scythe began to fall towards Jeff.

This is it, I’m dead,” Jeff thought as he leaned there, helplessly.

He kept his eyes only on the twig in front of him, trying to face his fate with as much courage as possible. He could see the twinkle of the scythe and it got through about halfway into the twig and then stopped.

Jeff looked towards the creature. Its eyes were wide, jaw open. Jeff looked down, puzzled, and saw a small green lizard, with a sturdy red chest, who had its large, dark green tail embedded into the bug’s abdomen. “Treecko tree” it said calmly with a high tenor voice. The bug pokemon doubled over while the new pokemon crawled up the massive trunk of the tree that Jeff was leaned against. The tree was staggeringly large; the trunk and canopy were colossal, but the tree itself wasn’t as lush and appeared to be in bad condition.

The Scyther straightened itself, growled, and began to bat its wings, which created a chilling, humming sound. The snarling assailant flew after the lizard up the trunk. The green tree-climber was very quick and adept at scaling the bark. Before the Scyther knew it, its foe had disappeared in the immense canopy.

The bug pokemon continued to fly vertically towards the tree top. Before it could brace itself it saw a big, green tail appear from seemingly nowhere and descend towards its face. The lizard’s mighty tail battered the Scyther backwards. The unexpected ambush caused Scyther’s aerial equilibrium to be compromised. It fell backwards and fell head first towards the ground. The Scyther tried to right itself in the air but it was too late; it hit the ground with a blunt smack. The heroic pokemon jumped from the tree and landed beside it, crossing his arms without a care. Scyther snarled and got to its feet.

The green reptile stared into the pokemon’s eyes, unflinchingly. Scyther raised and swiped its razor arm in a vertical downwards action. The targeted pokemon jumped out of the way to his side. The claw hit the ground but missed its prey. Scyther quickly reared its left arm to its chest before swiping it towards the jumping green and ruby lizard. The wood gecko noticed the blade and quickly bent his head backwards in the air. He narrowly missed a decapitation but he still sustained a minor cut on his green chin. He landed on one knee and paused, taking a moment to wipe the blood from his neck. The now grinning lizard extended a finger and retracted it in a taunting fashion.

His grin became serious when the Scyther drove his claw from the ground and rushed him, on foot. He walked towards his attacker with a calm, collected aura. The Scyther was ready to strike. The wood gecko picked up speed and ducked between the bugs. He moved behind it before quickly turning, tail first. The tail struck with great speed and power; it took out the Scyther’s legs, causing it to fall flat on its back. The mystery pokemon then jumped in the air and went into a somersault. He landed with his tail being driven into the Scyther’s face. He moved his tail from the target and saw that the Scyther’s eyes were closed and was definitely knocked out. It then turned around with a satisfied, smug grin and made eye contact with the wounded human.

Jeff stared in a respectful awe at this unlikely hero.

Why did he save me? He had to know that he was putting his life on the line. Most pokemon would have just went on their way or even helped with the beating! He almost died trying to help. He doesn’t know how much I owe him.”

Jeff’s sight was compromised from the blood lost the entire battle so it wasn’t until the pokemon was still that he got a good glimpse of his saviour.

Treecko… a Treecko?!” He thought, eyes widening in laboured joy. He immediately thought of his brother.

He tried to get up to walk over to him, but Jeff was in too much pain. Instead, he walked over to Jeff. Jeff’s face was overwhelmed with the joy of being alive and that of being saved by a Treecko. Jeff managed a shaky smile. With the beam, he outstretched his hand. Treecko grinned and closed his eyes. He turned around and, to Jeff’s surprise and delight, answered the gesture of affection with his tail. This was Treecko’s way of returning the handshake. Jeff’s green-yellow eyes met Treecko’s purely yellow eyes and the two grinned.

“Treecko Tree,” The lizard said as the two shuck hands…err, tails?

Jeff’s light headedness got the better of him. He then fell over on his right side, in pain. Treecko rushed over to his side and saw the open wound. Treecko licked Jeff’s wound, swashed the blood around in his mouth, and then spat it out. Treecko used that method to check if there was poison from Scyther’s attack in Jeff’s bloodstream. At first Jeff was very confused yet, surprisingly, not worried. He then came to understand that Treecko was, in fact caring for him.

“So you’re a Treecko, huh?” Jeff asked him, as he admired the small, green savior. Treecko nodded and spat out the remainder of the blood and indicated that there was no poison present. “Don’t Treecko usually live in packs?” Jeff continued to attempt small talk.

Treecko opened his mouth to respond but then turned away.

What was that about?” Jeff wondered. Jeff thought about what Treecko was like. He imagined him to be by himself, a loner. “Maybe he didn’t have any friends.”

Poor guy,” The dazed Jeff thought, assuming that the Treecko wanted friends.

Jeff both admired and pitied the Treecko for this brash thought, mainly because he could relate, despite the fact that Jeff now has many friends. Maybe he wanted friends but his Treecko friends rejected him. Maybe he chose to be alone but couldn’t help wanting at least one good friend. The admiration grew along with the sadness. He stared deeply into the Treecko’s eyes.

A rash thought crossed Jeff’s mind, but he quickly discarded what he thought was a crazy idea. Jeff sighed, wishing that his idea would actually work if he asked.

Treecko patted his shoulder and pointed upwards, indicating that he’d be right back. He climbed up the tree and brought back a vine, a few large leaves, a thorn, and slender strips of birch bark. Treecko hastily tied the vine around Jeff’s left shoulder, just above the wound, in an attempt to cut off the blood circulation in his arm, to staunch the bleeding. Treecko then applied the leaves to the wound, using them as bandages. As soon as the bleeding began to stop, Treecko grounded up some moss from the ground in his hands and sprinkled it in the wounds. Immediately after that, he stuck the thorn at the end of the long bark rope; he used that to stitch Jeff’s wound closed.

“Why are you helping me?” Jeff asked as he cringed, looking at Treecko, confused.

“Treecko cko treecko!” Treecko grinned and helped him to his feet.

“I owe you one… big time. I promise I’ll pay you back.”

Treecko nodded, not expecting him to.

Jeff looked at the twig which was half cut off. It was straight with a diagonal branch coming off of the center side of it. He decided to break it off and take it with him, so that he would never forget the day that a Treecko that did not know Jeff, and that Jeff did not know, saved him.

“No, I promise that I’ll find you again and then make us even! I swear that I’ll repay you, Treecko!”

Treecko stared into Jeff’s eyes and saw that he was being very sincere, if not rather odd and extreme. The wood gecko smirked slightly and closed his eyes in thought.

“Thank you for saving me. I hope we’ll meet somewhere again.” Jeff thanked him as he stood, wobbly.

The Treecko nodded, thinking that this human was nuts, waited until he was sure Jeff could walk, and climbed the epically large tree, which Jeff was backed against, roosting up on a large branch. Jeff put the twig that he broke off into his pocket as a reminder of this day.

As he slowly, and somewhat glumly, went back to the town, he looked back at the Treecko sitting on the branch looking off into the sunset. Jeff was surprised to see that the Treecko had also placed an identical twig from the same tree in his own mouth. Jeff’s heart warmed, though the Treecko had that twig the whole time.

“Perhaps we were not so different after all…”
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This is a very interesting story so far. Jeff seems like a very intriguing person. I hope he reunites with that Treecko that saved him. I can't wait to read to read more!! ^^
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Nice story so far! I like it ^^ Nice choice of pokemon too-Treecko rock...Not as much as Aron, but still XP

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This is a very interesting story so far. Jeff seems like a very intriguing person. I hope he reunites with that Treecko that saved him. I can't wait to read to read more!! ^^
Heh, thanks a lot for the comment.

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Nice story so far! I like it ^^ Nice choice of pokemon too-Treecko rock...Not as much as Aron, but still XP

Hey, what's the creature on your banner? I can't place it...
Thanks. And they sure do! xP

And the creature is gryphon-like creature from the old 90's TV show 'Gargoyles'.
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O.O GARGOYLES?! I LOVE GARGOYLES!!!!! GOLIATH AND BROOKLYN RULE!!!!! I miss that show sssssssoooooooo much......

And your welcome for the comment XDDD

BTW, did you ever watch the cartoon Mighty Ducks??? That's my other old time fave next to Gargoyles..... I loved Duke and Nosedive....
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O.O GARGOYLES?! I LOVE GARGOYLES!!!!! GOLIATH AND BROOKLYN RULE!!!!! I miss that show sssssssoooooooo much......

And your welcome for the comment XDDD

BTW, did you ever watch the cartoon Mighty Ducks??? That's my other old time fave next to Gargoyles..... I loved Duke and Nosedive....
Haha cool. And I watched it a few times as a kid, but all I remember is like a second's worth of the show and not much else.
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Darn..... >< Ah well.... It was so good.... I need to find a streaming site that has them....
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1 Year Ago, later that night.

The cool, night breeze irritated Jeff’s crudely stitched gash. He poked at it, idly, picking at the dried blood that formed a still trickle down his arm, like sap on a tree trunk.

Jeff slowly limped over the forest bed; sticks broke and leaves crunched beneath his heavy feet. Every so often, he turned his head around, paranoid of more pokemon who didn’t think red was his color. He heard a light scampering in the brush around him.

What if it’s a Caterpie?!” Jeff thought to himself, genuinely nervous. “Their horns are kind of sharp… and what if it… tackles me?” he brooded over, trying to justify his fear.

Arceus! I’ve never been afraid of pokemon before! I never thought that one could or would actually kill me… I never thought that one would help me in that situation, either, though. I feel helpless without that Treecko here.”

Jeff hurried his footsteps. He wanted to leave so much but at the same time he wanted to go back into the pitch black forest. Large branches obstructed his path so he had to step over them. Jeff turned around to look behind him while he walked, but he tripped over a large stick. The injured teen fell and landed on a large root, his wounded arm taking the blunt of the impact.

“HRAAAARGHHH!!” Jeff screamed out in pain. He clutched his arm and rolled onto his other side. Jeff removed his hand from the cut and saw that one of the crude, bark stitches had ripped and began to bleed again.

Damnit… I’m screwed,” he thought hopelessly, looking at the severe gash, tied by white strips of birch bark. He bit his lip looking at the seeping wound. Jeff didn’t know how much blood he could lose. Through the underbrush he could see the familiar, dull, orange gleam of a street light. “You’re almost there…get up, Jeff! Get up!”

He struggled to get to his knee and before the hard part of standing to his feet. He stood and leaned against a tree, panting with indistinguishable grunts. Jeff hobbled towards the lights. He felt weight being lifted onto his shoulders as he painfully stepped onto the comforting asphalt.

“I’m home… and out of that forest… thank Arceus.” Jeff turned his head and looked back into the forest and thought, “…Treecko…”

Jeff noticed a rustling in the bushes. He turned to face the noise in a worried prospect. Suddenly, a brown blur jumped towards him from out of the underbrush. Jeff stepped back in surprise but tripped and landed on his tailbone.

“Argh, what the!?”

“Zig…” the pokemon beamed expectantly.

Jeff looked in confusion wondering if it was the same Zigzagoon from early or if it was just really friendly.

“Have we met?” Jeff asked in inquiry.

The Zigzagoon nodded his head vigorously and rubbed against Jeff’s leg, overjoyed that he was still alive.

“You still hungry? Sure, I’ll leave the whole ‘abandoning me when I was about to die’ incident behind us…” Jeff teased.

Zigzagoon looked down, guiltily.

“Seriously though, it’s no problem, I’ll see if there’s anything left in my bag…” Jeff reassured, grabbing for the strap of his backpack, but he grabbed only cloth from his shirt.

Jeff turned his head to find that his backpack was not on his back. Jeff recalled back to where he dropped his backpack before being attacked by Scyther. He had to run, not bothering with the bag. Then he met Treecko, he remembered.

“Ugh, damnit…sorry, bud, I forgot my backpack back at the lake. Now I have to go get it,” Jeff explained to the disappointed pokemon. Jeff was secretly terrified of going back into the forest… but he knew he had to get it.

Zigzagoon nodded and gestured Jeff to follow him back into the forest. Jeff slowly followed Zigzagoon though the under brush. Jeff saw familiar trees and grass patches while they slowly trudged. The trees became more spread out, although there were still large patches of bushes and underbrush to all of their sides. They were very wary of the unknown area. It felt like they would be sucked under the grass at any minute.

There was a noisy crackling of branches coming from the wall of shrubs. The two stepped back, cagey as to what the rustling was coming from. With the noise came gasps and heavy breathing. It became mind-numbingly louder, the anticipation was killing them.

What if it’s Scyther?” Jeff thought, his legs beginning to tingle and gain adrenaline from the idea of the returning dread. The rustling grew louder; so did the panting. Zigzagoon snarled and put on a menacing face for Jeff. He growled but he could feel his small legs trembling in fear; Zigzagoon’s cowardly nature got the better of him and he caved in trepidation and bolted away.

“Coward!” Jeff called to him. “Oh crap… I’m completely alone. I can’t even run straight let alone escape. He left me… and now I’m screwed.” He stepped backwards but his equilibrium was still off from the blood loss. He fell down hard on his tailbone. Jeff could now see bright green moving in the bushes. The petrified teen braced himself and closed his eyes.

He awaited the blade as a doomed king awaited the guillotine. But nothing came; no pain, no “whish”, no Scyther. Jeff opened his eyes and saw the green silhouette of Treecko standing over him, his backpack in hand. The moonlight shined upon the Treecko, illuminating a healed scar down his green collarbone which Jeff did not notice before.

A wave of relief swept over Jeff, although, fleetingly wondered where that Treecko had received that scar. Maybe from a fight… or torture. He wasn’t sure.

“It’s you again!” Jeff yelled in joy. “…Nice twig.” Jeff smiled, gesturing to the identical twig in his mouth.

Treecko faintly grinned and threw the backpack by the strap to him. “Treecko tree tree cko.”

“You didn’t have to find me to give this back! I was perfectly capable…” insisted Jeff, before half being interrupted and half knowing that he couldn’t pull off the lie in his situation.

“Treecko cko tree treecko,” Treecko chuckled in a mocking fashion.

“I only fell down once!” Jeff defended himself, even though he fell much more than that. “…But, really… thank you,” Jeff said graciously, picking up the backpack with his right hand.

Treecko turned to go back to his massive tree behind him; he began to walk back into the thick brush. Jeff decided he would ask what he had planned to ask on their last encounter.

Jeff called to Treecko before he was fully camouflaged by the plants, “Hey, Treecko… uhh… how would you like to come back to my home for some food?”

Treecko pondered for a minute and then his stomach growled loudly. His face turned a faint shade of red and he nodded, his stomach already answering for him.

“Hah, great! I’ll lead the way back!” Jeff beamed as they tromped back the way he came. “This is terrific! I’m really starting to feel a connection with this guy!” he thought to himself.

They walked through the underbrush until Jeff tripped over a white spiky rock. He managed to avoid falling on his bad arm this time, but the shock from the fall still sent a wave of pain into his wound. He groaned as he rolled on his back to see what he tripped on. That white spiky rock had angry, red eyes.

“Is that a…Silcoon…or a Cascoon…or something?” Jeff thought out loud, scrambling away from it. Treecko nodded and took a defensive stance, just in case.

From behind the white, spiky pokemon, who was like a volleyball, appeared a white-bellied bug. The blood on Jeff’s arm matched the colour of its bumpy dorsal. Its beady yellow eyes stared angrily at Jeff. The Wurmple, who was seemingly friends with the Silcoon, began to yell at the two.

Treecko began to calmly respond to the two bugs pointing at Silcoon and then at Jeff. “Tree tree cko cko Treecko…” he retorted, angrily but calmly.

Treecko had obviously struck a nerve with Wurmple. The pissed off bug let out a stream of white silk from his mouth. The string shot attack stuck to and wrapped around Treecko’s feet, tripping him backwards to the ground. The wood gecko growled before trying to rip the sticky silk tying his feet. From his mouth, Wurmple shot out a volley of purple pins at Treecko.

Jeff’s eyes widened upon noticing the oncoming attack. Without time to think, he jumped in front of the attacking Wurmple and the helpless Treecko. He ripped the silk string from the grass type’s legs and picked him up with one arm. Jeff was aware of the poison pins coming at him from behind him, but he forced himself to protect the helpless Treecko, who was very weak to those poison attacks. Normally Jeff wouldn’t be as brave and reckless as to do this, but this time it was different.

Five purple pins dug into the back of Jeff’s right calf. Jeff let out a throaty growl, falling to his right knee, dropping Treecko. Treecko maneuvered around Jeff and ran at the Wurmple and Silcoon. He whipped his tail around him once, hitting the Wurmple into the forest. The wood gecko then ran towards the sitting Silcoon and kicked it in the face; it sailed into the forest after the red and white bug.

Treecko let out a grunt and ran back to Jeff, who looked at his red, swelling leg.

“Treecko tree tree?” Treecko asked quickly, gesturing to Jeff’s bag.

“Tools? Medicine? Antidote?” Jeff asked him, frantically trying to interpret him. “Yes, I think!” Jeff gave him the go ahead to dump out the bag.

Treecko scrambled through the cluttered items and found only tweezers and water.

“Treecko cko!?!” Treecko reprimanded him for not bringing good medicine.

“Who carries around poison antidotes anymore!?!?” Jeff shot back.

Treecko ignored that and walked up to Jeff’s wounded calf muscle. He used the tweezers, having to use both of his hands, to pull out the five needles. With each needle, Jeff grimaced; blood and a foreign yellow substance seeped from the holes.

Treecko indicated that Jeff’s leg was, indeed, poisoned.

“Damn…what can we do? We have no antidotes and we won’t make it to town!” Jeff sputtered with panic in his voice.

Treecko raised a finger, telling Jeff that he had a last chance idea.

Treecko picked up the silk that Wurmple shot, and tied it tightly above Jeff’s knee, cutting off the blood circulation from the leg to the rest of the body.

“Ok, so now the poison will only eat away at my leg!” Jeff grunted, starting to feel the burning poison in his veins. He looked down and saw that his leg was turning a sickly yellow color.

“Treecko tree!” Treecko gestured, pointing at his mouth and pointing to the wound.

Jeff looked at Treecko, sceptically. “Uh, Treecko…contrary to what our mothers tell us, kissing wounds doesn’t actually make them heal faster,” Jeff explained.

Treecko slapped his head and began to make the gesture to his mouth, then Jeff’s leg, then made a passing motion behind him.

“Ohh, you want to get the poison out yourself?! No! Don’t do anything that will involve you getting poisoned instead!" Jeff stubbornly ordered, shutting down Treecko’s idea before he could pitch it. The poison began to slowly burn inside Jeff’s leg, causing the puncture wounds to swell out and ooze.

“Please, quickly think of something else!” Jeff urged, cringing. Treecko rubbed his chin in thought and then raised a finger in enlightenment.

Treecko quickly looked around at the ground for things he could use. He picked up a handful of small, red-speckled green leaves, a very thin, long reed, a wooden bowl from Jeff’s backpack, and a small rock. He threw the leaves into the bowl and began to grind them with the rock. He ground the leaves into a thick, white paste, added more leaves and repeated the process until there was a decent amount of paste in the bowl.

“What is that, some kind of antidote?” Jeff questioned, now beginning to see the bowl in double vision. His sight seemed to begin to amplify the light of the world; the midnight darkness began to seem more like dusk.

Treecko nodded and sucked the liquid into the straw-like reed, which he put in his mouth. He removed the reed from his mouth and put a finger over the end of the straw to ensure that the medicine wouldn’t drip out.

Jeff stared at Treecko nervously, who counted down with his fingers before he drove the reed into the hole-shaped wounds. He let go of the top of the reed and began to blow hard into the reed. Jeff grimaced as the substance entered his blood stream. He could feel the crudely made medicine compromise his poison-flooded blood. Treecko took the reed out of his leg and could see a mixture of blood, poison, pus, and medicine drip from the wounds. Lastly, he tied a leaf tightly around the wounds and folded his arms, proudly.

“I really don’t know how to thank you…I owe you two!” Jeff smiled, some color returning to his face. “If you keep saving me I could probably nominate you to get you knighted!” chuckled Jeff, weakly.

“Cko tree” Treecko said as he put up one finger, reminding Jeff that he saved his butt from Wurmple, so therefore, only one.

Jeff smiled at this as he tried to get to his feet. Treecko held and supported Jeff’s wounded leg as he stood. Jeff fell back against a tree and slumped to the ground, unconscious. After what seemed to Jeff like ages, he awoke and struggled to sit upright. His arm and leg still seared with pain. He quickly looked around him, no Treecko in sight.

“Tree…Treecko?” Jeff called out in a raspy voice; his mouth was very dry.

“Cko? Treecko?” Jeff heard a voice reply from above him. Treecko stared down at Jeff from a branch of the tree, which Jeff slept against. It was still night so Jeff could only see the yellow glint of his eyes. Treecko hopped down the tree and, once again, helped Jeff stand. They began to slowly walk through the forest towards Jeff’s house, into the dark, misting forest. After a painstaking half hour, they finally reached the edge of Littleroot Town.

“Follow my lead,” Jeff advised weakly.
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Default Re: Never in the Wrong Time or Wrong Place (14A) [Chapter 2 up]

(Continued... Ugh this word limit is baaaaaaaaaad news for my later chapters...)



Jeff, followed by Treecko, passed Professor Birch’s lab; all but one light was off and it was closed for the night. They walked down the straight, dirt road towards Jeff’s house. By now the streetlights were off and the streets were deserted.

“Peaceful, isn’t it?” Jeff asked Treecko. Treecko remained silent and looked around, ponderously.

They walked up to a medium sized home with white panels and a black roof. Treecko helped Jeff up the stairs and Jeff withdrew a key from his pocket. He inserted the key stealthily into the slot and slowly clicked it open.

Jeff and Treecko walked quietly straight down the dark hall to his kitchen. Mud and leaves from their feet littered the hallway when they walked to the tiled kitchen. Jeff turned on a light and saw Tyrogue standing on top of the tiled counter, staring accusingly.

“Ty tyrogue rogue ro tyro!” Tyrogue reprimanded Jeff for being so late.

Jeff looked at the time on the stove and it was 2:34 AM.

“Sorry…I got held up,” Jeff explained, brandishing his scarred arm and wounded leg.

Tyrogue looked worried. “It’s nothing, really,” Jeff assured him.

Another pokemon entered from another room, to the left of Jeff and Treecko. The pokemon’s four legs walked from the hardwood floor to the white tile. It had light green skin and a bulb-like head. Protruding from the scalp of the head was a large, dark green broad leaf. The pokemon also had a necklace of buds, from one of the buds came a long green vine, which the pokemon used to scratch its tired eyes with.

“Chiko?” peeped the Chikorita with an obviously female voice. She looked over at Jeff and noticed the grass type in the shadows behind Jeff. Chikorita stared at the wood gecko, intrigued.

Tyrogue also saw Treecko, as well as Chikorita looking at the unfamiliar pokemon, and hopped down from the counter, parallel of Jeff and Treecko, fists raised and ready to fight.

“TYR!” He yelled as if saying, “INTRUDER!”

Tyrogue ran towards Treecko, fists up. Treecko prepared to defend himself. Chikorita let out a vine whip from the darkness and restrained Tyrogue’s arms before he could attack Treecko.

“Settle down, man. Treecko here saved me twice. I brought him back here as a thanks. Tyrogue, why don’t you make us some sandwiches? You do owe me one after losing that arm wrestle last week…” Jeff grinned.

Chikorita released Tyrogue, who scowled and reluctantly opened the fridge, which was in the right corner of the kitchen, and took out supplies.

Treecko rechecked Jeff’s leg wound to make sure it wasn’t badly infected. As Treecko and Jeff were distracted, Tyrogue slipped a few extremely hot peppers into their sandwiches. He then walked over to the two and handed them a plate with two large sandwiches on it with an impish grin. Jeff thanked Tyrogue and the two dug into the food. To Tyrogue’s dismay, Jeff and Treecko were unmoved by the hot peppers.

“Hey Tyrogue, this is really good! I should beat you in an arm wrestle more often!” Jeff grinned as they finished up the food and left the kitchen.

Chikorita began to laugh at Tyrogue’s failed attempt at the prank. She was answered by a cold glare.

“Hey Treecko, I’m going to go up to the washroom to put some disinfectant on these wounds, feel free to get acquainted with Tyrogue and Chikorita,” Jeff clarified.

Treecko decided to hang about, solitary, in the hallway, deciding to keep to himself rather than branch out to the other two pokemon. Tyrogue walked up to Treecko and outstretched a hand. Treecko stared at the hand and then back up at Tyrogue.

“<Ok…anyways, my name is Tyrogue. It’s nice to meet Jeff’s two time saviour,>” Tyrogue kidded himself through his teeth.

“<Uh huh, I’m Treecko,>” he replied, without enthusiasm. Tyrogue was taken aback by this attitude, but he still tried to pretend to be nice.

“<So you really saved Jeff twice, huh? He must really owe you,>” Tyrogue exclaimed, with a hidden agenda.

Chikorita eyed them from the kitchen.

Treecko shook his head. “<Well technically he saved me once so he only…’owes me’ one,>” he explained.

“<I guess he thought that this visit would make up for it, then,>” Tyrogue grinned.

“<Huh?>” Treecko questioned.

“<Well you just met Jeff, so you wouldn’t know…>” Tyrogue began, “<Jeff is a very proud guy, he can’t let a good favor towards him go unrewarded. He would feel as if it’s charity, which he finds insulting to receive,>” Tyrogue explained, twisting the truth.

Treecko began to think. “<…I thought he was being generous because he wanted to be friends,>” he said, beginning to question himself.

“<Well you’d think that…but really…no. Trust me, I’ve known Jeff for a long time, he hates owing people and hates even more to be owed,>” Tyrogue bluntly put it. Although Treecko didn’t know it, Tyrogue clearly didn’t want Treecko anywhere near him or Jeff… or Chikorita.

Treecko’s heart sunk. “<I see. I'm not surprised…>” he apathetically muttered.

Tyrogue patted his back. “<C’mon pal, don’t be so hard on yourself,>” Tyrogue feigned encouragement. “<My advice, get out of here before you accidentally save him again…or vice versa,>” Tyrogue muttered with a proud scowl.

Treecko began to walk towards the door, head dragging slightly. Chikorita glared at Tyrogue, who beamed happily back at her; his plan had worked! Jeff walked down the stairs beside them.

Treecko, hurt, began to exit the front door.

“You’re going now?” Jeff asked glumly.

Treecko nodded and began to walk outside. “Treecko tree,” he thanked Jeff for the food.

“Here, let me walk with you to the edge of the forest,” Jeff offered.

In silence, the two walked down the steps and down the front walkway. The streetlights had been turned off so the road was dark. They turned left at the sidewalk and walked up the incredibly long road which stopped at the forest. All that could be heard was their light footsteps as well as the soft hums of Kricketots and the light wing beats of the occasional Zubat. As soon as they were out of sight, Tyrogue closed the door and smiled with a self-satisfied grin.

Chikorita looked menacingly at Tyrogue. “<That was pretty low, you jerk. What’s your problem with Treecko, anyways?>”

“<The minute I saw him, I hated the ugly *sshole, did you see the way he ignored me?!>”

“<I guess I shouldn’t be surprised…his collected solitary attitude must be very threatening to your strong, alpha male masculinity…just like with Jeff and that Alan guy from down the street…>” Chikorita grinned slyly.

“<Cram it, Chikky!>” Tyrogue shot back.

“<Aw, did I strike a nerve?” Chikorita mocked. “<But seriously, why’d you have to go and do that? I liked him; I thought he was cool and cute and handsome and…>” Chikorita gazed off, starry eyed.

“<Well you can forget about the wedding bells, sis, because he ain’t coming back!>” Tyrogue smirked, maliciously.

Jeff and Treecko had walked in silence the entire time until they reached the forest edge and stopped.

“We’ll meet again…” Jeff reassured. “I’ll try and meet you at your tree sometime.”

The two locked on each other’s eyes and nodded. Treecko slowly trudged off into the forest and Jeff limped back to his house.

After five minutes of walking, Jeff turned his head back and looked at the forest. He saw a brief flash of light in the forest as he turned his head back forward.

“What was that?!” he asked himself, double taking. “Was that… nah, it couldn’t have been Treecko. Must’ve been another pokemon… maybe I’m still woozy from the blood loss. Now that I think of it… I’m exhausted.”

He walked up his steps and collapsed on the porch, slumped against the metal railing.

He stared off into space until he saw Professor Birch proudly march by him, a pokeball in hand.

“Hello there, Jeff!” greeted Professor Birch, smugly.

“Hey there, Professssss…” Jeff fell on his back, falling into sleep. When Professor Birch galumphed off, Jeff stared up at the stars and finally fell asleep on the hard, wooded porch.

Tyrogue opened the door and found Jeff wiped out. He dragged Jeff inside and placed him on a couch in the living room, to the left of hallway. Jeff went to the hospital in the morning, as well as to visit that old tree. Little did he know, he would be very disappointed.

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4 Months Ago

“I can’t believe it!” Jeff grunted, punching air in a martial arts stance: one foot forward and one foot sideways. “Do you think he just upped and left?”

“Rogue, tyrooo tyrogue!” Tyrogue shrugged and urged Jeff to focus.

Tyrogue, who belonged to Jeff’s family, tutored Jeff in the martial arts as well as training. Every second day they would work out and body build every muscle. Every other day would be for the training of various basic and complex martial arts.
This was in anticipation for beginning his rough journey.

The lights were turned off and it was night time; they were practicing fighting in the dark. This helped to improve the awareness of the senses other than sight. Jeff stepped forwards towards Tyrogue, who aimed a punch for his face. Jeff deflected the punch with his left and landed a punch of his own with his right. Tyrogue was thrown backwards, but used the momentum from the force to land on his hand and bounce back at Jeff, feet first. Jeff flew backwards and landed on the practice mat, in a room similar to a small gym.

Jeff got to his feet and wiped the blood from his lip. He stepped forwards, ready for more. Tyrogue turned on the lights, raised a thumb, and pointed with it behind them, indicating that they should have a break.

“You’re sure growing strong…I wouldn’t be surprised if you evolved soon,” Jeff complimented. He looked down, a lot on his mind. Mostly he thought about how Treecko disappeared or how he was ignoring him. He wondered if he did something wrong when Treecko came to his house. Maybe he simply hated him.

Jeff walked over to the side of the room and poured water on himself.

“I’ve been going to that tree twice a week for the past eight months; he wasn’t there each of the times. I’ve tried everything! I’ve searched the entire forest with a Pidgey that I borrowed from Professor Birch. Did I say something wrong? Maybe he found a new home or maybe he’s…no! He’s around, he’s just out!” Jeff complained, in denial.

Tyrogue looked down, guiltily. He was upset at himself for having ruined Jeff’s friendship with the pokemon, as much as he hated that Treecko. Tyrogue gave him a light punch of encouragement with the words. “Tyr-ro-rogue, tyro,” he said, trying to be optimistic.

The two went down to the kitchen to add ice to their cuts. Jeff didn’t mind the pain of the sparring. The pain gave him adrenaline, which kept him wanting to fight more. The training was good for both Tyrogue and Jeff. They entered the kitchen and Jeff opened the freezer, since Tyrogue was much too short. He threw a bag of ice to Tyrogue, who looked at the back. The glass door at the back of the kitchen led to their nature-ridden, small backyard.

“Rogue ty tyro?” Tyrogue asked as he splashed water on his face. Tyrogue held up three pictures that he found strewn on the counter. On them were the three possible starting pokemon for Littleroot Town. On the first picture was the familiar lizard-like face of Treecko. The second had an orange chick-like pokemon known as Torchic. The third was a picture of Mudkip, a blue quadruped mudfish pokemon. Jeff probably would have been able to tell what Tyrogue was saying without the reiteration. This was because he has been around and that they have been such good friends that Tyrogue was pretty much like a human.

“Treecko…” Jeff mumbled, “I don’t know about it, anymore. At this point it could be just about any of them!” he explained, contemplating the options. He hopped up on the counter next to Tyrogue and began to think. He pictured three different scenarios in his mind. In each he thought of leaving the lab with each starter and compared what each one would be like. The Mudkip seemed like it would be the most fun to journey with. Jeff could see it hopping around him, all excited and happy. He then thought of Torchic. He pictured the Torchic being very affectionate towards him. With it Jeff would never feel lonely. But Jeff kept coming around to Treecko. He didn’t imagine Treecko being fun or loving… the wood gecko was just there, walking beside him calmly. He didn’t know why he, or anyone, would choose Treecko over the others… and perhaps they didn’t. But Jeff couldn’t see himself traveling with any pokemon other than Treecko. It just didn’t fit. Jeff may not have much of a choice in the matter anyways… it all depends who gets who first.

Before taking a drink of water, Jeff exclaimed, “I think I know who I want to choose…”

As Jeff downed an entire glass of water in one gulp he noticed something moving outside. Tyrogue saw this too and ran to the door, followed by Jeff. They opened the glass door and looked outside.

“Tyrogue? Ro! Tyyy!” called out the pokemon, saying for them to show themselves. There was no reply. Jeff saw movement in the tree and then something bound from the branch to over a fence and away. Jeff shoved through Tyrogue and ran over to the wooden fence. He jumped up and supported himself with his arms, looking around the backyard behind him. After scanning the area for minutes, and closing his eyes to hear better, Jeff jumped down and trudged back inside with Tyrogue.

“<It was probably just a Pidgey,>” muttered Tyrogue.

Jeff sensed that something was at the glass door, behind him. But, he quickly turned around, saw nothing and heard a light scampering.

“It was probably a Pidgey,” mumbled Jeff, disappointed.

The two wobbled off to their respective beds and fell asleep. Jeff had still wanted to see that Treecko again, but his quest for going out of his way to look for him was over.

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Author's note: I might start a PM and/or a chapter list later on...
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