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Hmmmm....Im not exactly sure what im supposed to do right now because this is my first thread on here ever. Also, this is the first fanfiction I have ever written so...if I'm doing this wrong please don't hate on me. Oh and also I have a disclaimer: much of the grammar in this story may be incorrect and also this is going to be a very long story that i will submit chapter by chapter. Also, updates may be sporadic as i have a lot going on right now. But oh well. I hope you enjoy my story and thanks for at least checking this out. Oh, by the way I'm gonna rate this about PG-13 or 15 because I do intend to have some extreme violence and there is some swearing, though I'm gonna translate it all roughly into German for the sake of disguising the swearing.
Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm
I always loved listening to my mother's voice. It was as light and airy as the tweeting of the Taillow in the trees outside. And, like every night, her musical voice was painting the picture of the story of my birth. "It was very late on a midsummer's night," my mother began.
"Mom," I interrupted. "Please, spare the theatrics. I don't particularly care how nice your words are, I just want to hear the story."
"Oh," my mother said, looking rather crestfallen. I noticed this, but didn't really care. It needed to be said, and, like always, I was stuck being the one who had to say it. "Well, ok. So, as I was saying, it was late one night when I started laying your egg. It hurt, but not unbearably so. Also, I was way too excited that you were going to be born. After an hour or so, I was left with your cute little egg. I was so happy, I started to cry. Your father looked so happy he was absolutely glowing." She paused to laugh, the sound as high and delicate as the tinkling of crystals.
"Oh, ha," I said, unmoved. This was my mother's attempt at a joke. I guess the joke was that she said my father was glowing. Normally, this would just mean that he was happy. However, my father was a Flareon, hence the joke. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my mother, I just hated her jokes. They were just...way too childish. I mean, I was almost 6 years old. In the Eevee growth cycle, that was the middle of the adolescent cycle. The only problem was that my mother, even though she was a Psychic type, could not see the evident future that I was growing up. "Now can we go on? We're getting to my favorite part."
"Oh, of course, honey," she said, once again looking rather defeated. "Well, where was I?"
"You'd just laid my egg, Mom," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Cole!" my father said, angrily. "You treat your mother with more respect!"
"Dad," I complained. "You know how much I love you guys. I just didn't really think the joke was that funny. Is that such a bad thing?" My father flared up, literally. His fur burst into a flame, a sign that he was really mad. Suddenly, he was enveloped by a purple sphere. I looked over and saw my mother focusing intently on my father. The crystal in the middle of her forehead glowed crimson as she focused on containing my dad.
"Walter," she said. "Calm down. Cole is right, he's growing up and we need to understand that." She looked over at me, her deep purple eyes staring into my dark brown ones. I smiled lovingly at her. As rude as I was to her, I couldn't help but love her. She was always there for me, and always joined my side in arguments against my father. Just more reasons to really love her.
I looked back to my dad, and saw that, though he was still trembling, the flames had died down in his fur. My mom slowly released the Protect she had set up around my father. With that, she continued her story. "As I was saying, I stared down at your egg, and I was just so happy. Soon, I would have a little boy! I looked up into the sky, which was devoid of a moon, as there was a New Moon that night, and thanked any gods there may have been that I could have you with me. Then, a week or so later, I saw the shell on your egg starting to crack. Can you imagine how happy I was?" she asked me.
"I don't think I could, Mom. Though I do think that I could hazard a guess that you were pretty happy." I smiled at her.
"You bet I was," my mom replied. She chuckled, the light tinkling sound of her laughter echoing around our down. Once again, I couldn't help but smile. "So anyway, the bright light of the full moon shone down on your egg as the first few cracks appeared. Breathless with excitement, I called your father. He sprinted over, and we both stared down as you poked your cute little nose through the egg. I looked at your father and saw that he looked about as excited and happy as I felt. Finally, you were all the way through, and I had my precious little boy. However, I noticed that you were a special little boy, too. As you crawled out, I saw that your right ear and your tail were a solid black. I then knew that, no matter what, you would always be my special little baby boy."
As she finished, I sat there, smiling, like I did every night. Then, like every night, I asked my next question. "Why are my ear and tail black?" I didn't expect an answer; I hadn't gotten one on any other night I had asked. Still, I couldn't help from asking, it was in my nature to be curious.
"Well, honey-" she started.
"Whoa, wait. I'm actually getting a real answer?!?" I couldn't believe it. In the past five years of asking I hadn't gotten a straight answer.
"Well, I think you're old enough now, Cole. You said yourself that you're getting older. Now, the reason I believe you have black fur on your ear and tail has to do with the moon. You see, since Eevee can evolve in so many different ways, they are very affected by nature and their surroundings. And so, since both of your stages of birth happened under the extreme phases of the moon, I think that the immense influence from the moon may have actually physically changed your fur. I do think that it means you're evolved form is gonna be pretty powerful."
I couldn't reply. There was no way to. I had just been told by my own mother, someone infinitely more power than I was, or at least I thought I was, that I was powerful. That was just mind-numbing to me. I just sat there, dumbfounded, with my jaw dropped.
"Close your jaw, honey, and go to sleep. It's late." With that, my mother padded over to her bed next to my father, who, after escaping the Protect, had stalked over and begun to doze. My mind still reeling, I headed over to my own bed to get some sleep. As I passed by the entrance to our den, I saw a blast of light go across the valley. I looked out, confused, and saw a ball of fire over the mountain. There was an Entei on that mountain, so I guess it sort of made sense. However, it was equally likely that it was a Trainer. A lot of the Trainers nearby were becoming braver and venturing further out. Satisfied with my amazing explanatory skills, I went to bed.
I was an Umbreon. I was running, running to an unknown destination. I could feel the exhilaration that comes with running, feeling the wind blow through my fur. I felt power building inside me. Occasionally, some would spark out of my right ear and my tail, which I noticed were a solid golden color. I turned my head to make sure they were following me. I could see her many pale tails rushing through the breeze, could see his tail and arms behind him and knew they were right on my heels. Suddenly, we stopped, and I looked up. I knew what I had to. I looked back one last time to see my friends. I nodded at them, then let the power that had been building release.
I woke up to see the sun streaming through the entrance to our den. Annoyed, I stalked outside. I really didn't like the sun. It was always so obnoxiously bright and always right in my face. Grumbling under my breath, I almost didn't hear my parents whispering concernedly outside. Slightly confused, I stopped to listen.
"I'm just so worried, Walter," I heard my mother say. "It's getting hard to keep him from being noticed. I could barely sleep last night because I could feel it!"
"Calm down Clara," my father said. "It's only because you're Psychic. Trust me, it's fine."
"You're probably right, Walter. I'm just so nervous. I mean he's already-" I coughed. Silently cursing myself for not being able to control myself, I walked outside.
"Morning," I said, noticeably unhappy. "How is everyone?"
"Everything okay, sweetie?" Mom asked.
"Peachy," I replied, curtly. "Just fantastic. I'm going to look for some Berries."
"Oh, okay," my mother replied, confused. "Well, be careful. There's Trainers around here and we don't want you getting captured!"
"Whatever, Mom," I called back, with a bit of an unnecessary amount of coldness. But I didn't exactly care. I was still way too mad that I had blown my cover while eavesdropping. They were talking about something really important. Verdammt! Why did I have to cough? Brooding, I didn't see the Berry bush until I had walked directly into it. Surprised, annoyed, but mildly happy with my discovery, I began to chow down on the delicious Oran Berries. I was so focused on eating, to forget my anger, that I didn't see that I had company until she walked right up to me.
Startled, I opened my eyes to see a rather pretty Vulpix standing directly in front of me. At first, she seemed rather normal. Then, I noticed her middle tail was entirely white. The Vulpix coughed rather loudly. "What are you looking at?"
"Uhh....nothing?" I replied. I hadn't realized that I had been staring at her tail.
"Yeah, right," she replied, sarcasm and a bit of hatred layering her voice. "Now, if you would kindly leave, I don't have to hurt you." Ouch. At least, that's what I would have thought had her words actually hurt me.
"Please," I replied, equally as annoyed as she was now. "As if a puny little Vulpix like you could actually hurt me. You look like you couldn't even knockout a freaking Rattata." I was so caught up in my rudeness that I hadn't noticed the ball of fire gathering around her mouth. Then, I looked down. At the last second, I dodged the Flamethrower that would have hit me square in the face. Suddenly humble, I said, "Hey now, there's no need to be violent."
"Actually," the Vulpix replied, her voice filled with rage, "there is!" Again, she tried to hit me with a Flamethrower. Again, I dodged. Why was she being so hostile? It couldn't have been because I had told her she was weaker than the bane of the Kanto region was it? Crap. "Can we please reason here?" I asked.
"Just a minute," she raged. She turned her head skyward and let the rest of her fire burn directly into the sky. After several minutes of intense flame, she seemed to have calmed down. "That's better," she said, the murderous look no longer in her eyes. "Now, before you say anything else that could make me want to kill you, listen. I'm actually rather certain I like you. I tend to enjoy the rudeness of others, and you excel at it." She started to laugh. "Sorry about the whole trying to kill you thing. I have a really bad angry streak."
"Uh...okay," I responded, not sure how else to respond. Strangely, I found myself starting to like her too. Probably because I could relate to her a lot. I mean, I was really rude. And I could also relate to having a bad temper. Also, if this meant she would stop killing me, I was willing to go along with anything. "So what's your name?"
"Caitlin," she replied. "Though I'd prefer that you call me Cat."
"But aren't you a fox?" I asked, winking.
"That's funny," she said, laughing sarcastically. "I also appreciate sarcastic humor."
"Me too!" I was pretty excited. We had a lot in common. For instance, if I could shoot fire from my mouth, and she had been insulting me, I would have tried to kill her too. So, I guess I couldn't really get mad at her for that. Also, we were both obnoxious arschloch that adored being sarcastic. "I see a bright friendship in our future, Cat."
"Me too," she replied, brightly. "C'mon! Let's go do something!" And, with that, she pulled me off into the woods.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of blue, but decided it was an Oran Berry and followed Cat.
Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm
I always loved listening to my mother's voice. It was as light and airy as the tweeting of the Taillow in the trees outside. And, like every night, her musical voice was painting the picture of the story of my birth. "It was very late on a midsummer's night," my mother began.
"Mom," I interrupted. "Please, spare the theatrics. I don't particularly care how nice your words are, I just want to hear the story."
"Oh," my mother said, looking rather crestfallen. I noticed this, but didn't really care. It needed to be said, and, like always, I was stuck being the one who had to say it. "Well, ok. So, as I was saying, it was late one night when I started laying your egg. It hurt, but not unbearably so. Also, I was way too excited that you were going to be born. After an hour or so, I was left with your cute little egg. I was so happy, I started to cry. Your father looked so happy he was absolutely glowing." She paused to laugh, the sound as high and delicate as the tinkling of crystals.
"Oh, ha," I said, unmoved. This was my mother's attempt at a joke. I guess the joke was that she said my father was glowing. Normally, this would just mean that he was happy. However, my father was a Flareon, hence the joke. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my mother, I just hated her jokes. They were just...way too childish. I mean, I was almost 6 years old. In the Eevee growth cycle, that was the middle of the adolescent cycle. The only problem was that my mother, even though she was a Psychic type, could not see the evident future that I was growing up. "Now can we go on? We're getting to my favorite part."
"Oh, of course, honey," she said, once again looking rather defeated. "Well, where was I?"
"You'd just laid my egg, Mom," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Cole!" my father said, angrily. "You treat your mother with more respect!"
"Dad," I complained. "You know how much I love you guys. I just didn't really think the joke was that funny. Is that such a bad thing?" My father flared up, literally. His fur burst into a flame, a sign that he was really mad. Suddenly, he was enveloped by a purple sphere. I looked over and saw my mother focusing intently on my father. The crystal in the middle of her forehead glowed crimson as she focused on containing my dad.
"Walter," she said. "Calm down. Cole is right, he's growing up and we need to understand that." She looked over at me, her deep purple eyes staring into my dark brown ones. I smiled lovingly at her. As rude as I was to her, I couldn't help but love her. She was always there for me, and always joined my side in arguments against my father. Just more reasons to really love her.
I looked back to my dad, and saw that, though he was still trembling, the flames had died down in his fur. My mom slowly released the Protect she had set up around my father. With that, she continued her story. "As I was saying, I stared down at your egg, and I was just so happy. Soon, I would have a little boy! I looked up into the sky, which was devoid of a moon, as there was a New Moon that night, and thanked any gods there may have been that I could have you with me. Then, a week or so later, I saw the shell on your egg starting to crack. Can you imagine how happy I was?" she asked me.
"I don't think I could, Mom. Though I do think that I could hazard a guess that you were pretty happy." I smiled at her.
"You bet I was," my mom replied. She chuckled, the light tinkling sound of her laughter echoing around our down. Once again, I couldn't help but smile. "So anyway, the bright light of the full moon shone down on your egg as the first few cracks appeared. Breathless with excitement, I called your father. He sprinted over, and we both stared down as you poked your cute little nose through the egg. I looked at your father and saw that he looked about as excited and happy as I felt. Finally, you were all the way through, and I had my precious little boy. However, I noticed that you were a special little boy, too. As you crawled out, I saw that your right ear and your tail were a solid black. I then knew that, no matter what, you would always be my special little baby boy."
As she finished, I sat there, smiling, like I did every night. Then, like every night, I asked my next question. "Why are my ear and tail black?" I didn't expect an answer; I hadn't gotten one on any other night I had asked. Still, I couldn't help from asking, it was in my nature to be curious.
"Well, honey-" she started.
"Whoa, wait. I'm actually getting a real answer?!?" I couldn't believe it. In the past five years of asking I hadn't gotten a straight answer.
"Well, I think you're old enough now, Cole. You said yourself that you're getting older. Now, the reason I believe you have black fur on your ear and tail has to do with the moon. You see, since Eevee can evolve in so many different ways, they are very affected by nature and their surroundings. And so, since both of your stages of birth happened under the extreme phases of the moon, I think that the immense influence from the moon may have actually physically changed your fur. I do think that it means you're evolved form is gonna be pretty powerful."
I couldn't reply. There was no way to. I had just been told by my own mother, someone infinitely more power than I was, or at least I thought I was, that I was powerful. That was just mind-numbing to me. I just sat there, dumbfounded, with my jaw dropped.
"Close your jaw, honey, and go to sleep. It's late." With that, my mother padded over to her bed next to my father, who, after escaping the Protect, had stalked over and begun to doze. My mind still reeling, I headed over to my own bed to get some sleep. As I passed by the entrance to our den, I saw a blast of light go across the valley. I looked out, confused, and saw a ball of fire over the mountain. There was an Entei on that mountain, so I guess it sort of made sense. However, it was equally likely that it was a Trainer. A lot of the Trainers nearby were becoming braver and venturing further out. Satisfied with my amazing explanatory skills, I went to bed.
I was an Umbreon. I was running, running to an unknown destination. I could feel the exhilaration that comes with running, feeling the wind blow through my fur. I felt power building inside me. Occasionally, some would spark out of my right ear and my tail, which I noticed were a solid golden color. I turned my head to make sure they were following me. I could see her many pale tails rushing through the breeze, could see his tail and arms behind him and knew they were right on my heels. Suddenly, we stopped, and I looked up. I knew what I had to. I looked back one last time to see my friends. I nodded at them, then let the power that had been building release.
I woke up to see the sun streaming through the entrance to our den. Annoyed, I stalked outside. I really didn't like the sun. It was always so obnoxiously bright and always right in my face. Grumbling under my breath, I almost didn't hear my parents whispering concernedly outside. Slightly confused, I stopped to listen.
"I'm just so worried, Walter," I heard my mother say. "It's getting hard to keep him from being noticed. I could barely sleep last night because I could feel it!"
"Calm down Clara," my father said. "It's only because you're Psychic. Trust me, it's fine."
"You're probably right, Walter. I'm just so nervous. I mean he's already-" I coughed. Silently cursing myself for not being able to control myself, I walked outside.
"Morning," I said, noticeably unhappy. "How is everyone?"
"Everything okay, sweetie?" Mom asked.
"Peachy," I replied, curtly. "Just fantastic. I'm going to look for some Berries."
"Oh, okay," my mother replied, confused. "Well, be careful. There's Trainers around here and we don't want you getting captured!"
"Whatever, Mom," I called back, with a bit of an unnecessary amount of coldness. But I didn't exactly care. I was still way too mad that I had blown my cover while eavesdropping. They were talking about something really important. Verdammt! Why did I have to cough? Brooding, I didn't see the Berry bush until I had walked directly into it. Surprised, annoyed, but mildly happy with my discovery, I began to chow down on the delicious Oran Berries. I was so focused on eating, to forget my anger, that I didn't see that I had company until she walked right up to me.
Startled, I opened my eyes to see a rather pretty Vulpix standing directly in front of me. At first, she seemed rather normal. Then, I noticed her middle tail was entirely white. The Vulpix coughed rather loudly. "What are you looking at?"
"Uhh....nothing?" I replied. I hadn't realized that I had been staring at her tail.
"Yeah, right," she replied, sarcasm and a bit of hatred layering her voice. "Now, if you would kindly leave, I don't have to hurt you." Ouch. At least, that's what I would have thought had her words actually hurt me.
"Please," I replied, equally as annoyed as she was now. "As if a puny little Vulpix like you could actually hurt me. You look like you couldn't even knockout a freaking Rattata." I was so caught up in my rudeness that I hadn't noticed the ball of fire gathering around her mouth. Then, I looked down. At the last second, I dodged the Flamethrower that would have hit me square in the face. Suddenly humble, I said, "Hey now, there's no need to be violent."
"Actually," the Vulpix replied, her voice filled with rage, "there is!" Again, she tried to hit me with a Flamethrower. Again, I dodged. Why was she being so hostile? It couldn't have been because I had told her she was weaker than the bane of the Kanto region was it? Crap. "Can we please reason here?" I asked.
"Just a minute," she raged. She turned her head skyward and let the rest of her fire burn directly into the sky. After several minutes of intense flame, she seemed to have calmed down. "That's better," she said, the murderous look no longer in her eyes. "Now, before you say anything else that could make me want to kill you, listen. I'm actually rather certain I like you. I tend to enjoy the rudeness of others, and you excel at it." She started to laugh. "Sorry about the whole trying to kill you thing. I have a really bad angry streak."
"Uh...okay," I responded, not sure how else to respond. Strangely, I found myself starting to like her too. Probably because I could relate to her a lot. I mean, I was really rude. And I could also relate to having a bad temper. Also, if this meant she would stop killing me, I was willing to go along with anything. "So what's your name?"
"Caitlin," she replied. "Though I'd prefer that you call me Cat."
"But aren't you a fox?" I asked, winking.
"That's funny," she said, laughing sarcastically. "I also appreciate sarcastic humor."
"Me too!" I was pretty excited. We had a lot in common. For instance, if I could shoot fire from my mouth, and she had been insulting me, I would have tried to kill her too. So, I guess I couldn't really get mad at her for that. Also, we were both obnoxious arschloch that adored being sarcastic. "I see a bright friendship in our future, Cat."
"Me too," she replied, brightly. "C'mon! Let's go do something!" And, with that, she pulled me off into the woods.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of blue, but decided it was an Oran Berry and followed Cat.
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