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Rated PG (Chapter 1 -)
When Pokemon speak in this story, it will be bolded and italicized. They are NOT speaking english, but for ease it will be translated - i'd imagine they'd speak as they do in the Anime or in hisses/other noises.
This contains... Ferriswheelshipping? In later chapters, but with a male. I hope you enjoy this first chapter.
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"Do you think I'm crazy, Imogen?"
The noise broke the otherwise peaceful silence and made the Serperior open one eye to gaze up at her trainer from where she lay stretched out in the afternoon sun. The serpentine pokemon knew all too well the look upon her trainers face; one of self doubt and sadness. She'd seen it enough in the past six months to know what it looked like, plastered as it was across his face.
"No." She said firmly, lifting her head from the grass she slithered to where he was sitting a few feet away on the grass, staring up at the clouds. She curled herself around him, and he shifted in response to rest his head on her scaled flank. It was hardly a weight, and not uncomfortable. She curled herself to rest her head upon his lap, and he stroked the top of her head with his hand in response.
"I'm the champion, I need to be strong for everyone. A roll model for new trainers. I can't be seen as emotionally unstable, can i? I need to be strong for everyone."
"You are strong, Allis. As my trainer, you have raised me and made me strong as you have grown up. The others would agree."
Imogen could clearly pick out the way his voice cracked as he spoke again, the barley restrained sadness. The serperior had heard him do this before, many times. She shifted slightly so she could look him in the eyes once more.
"Then why do I miss him so much? Why can I not just let him go? He tried to separate us, he tried to break trainers and pokemon apart. He was my friend, sure... If i'd have lost that battle-"
Imogen gave a soft hiss, eyes narrowing in anger. Her trainer, kind hearted and brilliant as he was, was an emotional idiot sometimes.
"If you had lost that battle, I would not be with you right now. He would not have found out that his father had used him and cast aside his lies. Do not blame yourself for doing the right thing, Allis."
He paused, sniffing.
"You heard that?" He asked curiously, and she tilted her narrow head in a nod.
"We remain conscious and aware of our surroundings when inside those balls."
"Oh..." He whispered softly, moving his hand to stroke her neck now "But he left. He left and I don't know where he is. God I miss him, Imogen. Why do I miss him? He was evil..."
"You know you do not mean that. You are simply trying to justify why you have feelings for him that you clearly only worked out when he left. You will see him again, I am sure."
"What if I don't?" He asked, and now she could feel the wracks as his composure finally broke and he sobbed silently against her body. In response she curled around him tighter, feeling him cling to her. A worried expression crossed her inhuman features, one vine gently snaking out from the pouch in her neck to wipe his eyes dry. He turned his head slowly to face hers once more, still wracked by emotion. She couldn't see his eyes well through his eye length brown hair, but she could see a few stray tears trickling down his cheeks.
"I don't want to be champion, Imogen. I want to find N. I need to tell him. I can't be stuck here doing this. I thought its what I wanted..." He forced out, fingers curling into fists.
The serperior regarded him for several long moments, as if for the first time realizing just how senscire he was about this. She considered the ramifications of it all, about leaving to find someone who could literally be anywhere. And yet, she knew if he was found...
"Then..." She started, before her upper lip curled past needle-like fangs into a smirk. "Let us enjoy today. Tomorrow we'll consult the others."
Rated PG (Chapter 1 -)
When Pokemon speak in this story, it will be bolded and italicized. They are NOT speaking english, but for ease it will be translated - i'd imagine they'd speak as they do in the Anime or in hisses/other noises.
This contains... Ferriswheelshipping? In later chapters, but with a male. I hope you enjoy this first chapter.
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"Do you think I'm crazy, Imogen?"
The noise broke the otherwise peaceful silence and made the Serperior open one eye to gaze up at her trainer from where she lay stretched out in the afternoon sun. The serpentine pokemon knew all too well the look upon her trainers face; one of self doubt and sadness. She'd seen it enough in the past six months to know what it looked like, plastered as it was across his face.
"No." She said firmly, lifting her head from the grass she slithered to where he was sitting a few feet away on the grass, staring up at the clouds. She curled herself around him, and he shifted in response to rest his head on her scaled flank. It was hardly a weight, and not uncomfortable. She curled herself to rest her head upon his lap, and he stroked the top of her head with his hand in response.
"I'm the champion, I need to be strong for everyone. A roll model for new trainers. I can't be seen as emotionally unstable, can i? I need to be strong for everyone."
"You are strong, Allis. As my trainer, you have raised me and made me strong as you have grown up. The others would agree."
Imogen could clearly pick out the way his voice cracked as he spoke again, the barley restrained sadness. The serperior had heard him do this before, many times. She shifted slightly so she could look him in the eyes once more.
"Then why do I miss him so much? Why can I not just let him go? He tried to separate us, he tried to break trainers and pokemon apart. He was my friend, sure... If i'd have lost that battle-"
Imogen gave a soft hiss, eyes narrowing in anger. Her trainer, kind hearted and brilliant as he was, was an emotional idiot sometimes.
"If you had lost that battle, I would not be with you right now. He would not have found out that his father had used him and cast aside his lies. Do not blame yourself for doing the right thing, Allis."
He paused, sniffing.
"You heard that?" He asked curiously, and she tilted her narrow head in a nod.
"We remain conscious and aware of our surroundings when inside those balls."
"Oh..." He whispered softly, moving his hand to stroke her neck now "But he left. He left and I don't know where he is. God I miss him, Imogen. Why do I miss him? He was evil..."
"You know you do not mean that. You are simply trying to justify why you have feelings for him that you clearly only worked out when he left. You will see him again, I am sure."
"What if I don't?" He asked, and now she could feel the wracks as his composure finally broke and he sobbed silently against her body. In response she curled around him tighter, feeling him cling to her. A worried expression crossed her inhuman features, one vine gently snaking out from the pouch in her neck to wipe his eyes dry. He turned his head slowly to face hers once more, still wracked by emotion. She couldn't see his eyes well through his eye length brown hair, but she could see a few stray tears trickling down his cheeks.
"I don't want to be champion, Imogen. I want to find N. I need to tell him. I can't be stuck here doing this. I thought its what I wanted..." He forced out, fingers curling into fists.
The serperior regarded him for several long moments, as if for the first time realizing just how senscire he was about this. She considered the ramifications of it all, about leaving to find someone who could literally be anywhere. And yet, she knew if he was found...
"Then..." She started, before her upper lip curled past needle-like fangs into a smirk. "Let us enjoy today. Tomorrow we'll consult the others."
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