A Pokemon's Forbidden Love; ch. 1 by Nibbe

A Pokemon's Forbidden Love; ch. 1

This IS quite a yiffy story, but there's none in this chapter.

Summer in Twinleaf town was glorious. Flowers blossomed in every crevice of the sleepy town; each one slightly different from the last. A gentle breeze constantly flew about the landscape, ruffling the emerald blades of grass and whipping them into a quiet dance. Twinleaf could never be called glamorous; nor could it ever be a busy, bustling city in which fame was made. Instead, it was just a lazy, colourful place in which one could freely attend every kind of knitting class they could think of. No house was different in build across the entire town; but each was different in its own way. Some had bird-baths while others had bird-feeders. It was that kind of place - just the sleepy, lazy, perfect town from which the greatest Pokémon trainers are born. Some said it was the fresh air; others claimed the nearby lake held some sort of magical power, and others simply called it 500-year-running 'beginners luck'.

Buck was the same as any other Twinleaf-born kid. He went to school, he graduated, and he spent his graduation holidays bumming around the house making a nuisance of himself. The only thing which set Buck apart from the other graduates was that he most definitely did not want a Pokémon. Why? He didn't know. There was no definitive reason for him to hate the creatures - which were now recorded at over 500 species - he just did.

Standing at almost six foot tall, Buck had a 'lanky' posture. There was neither muscle nor fat on his body; something he liked to conceal with dark clothes and a long, dark brown mop of hair which his mother despised. Nothing ever changed about him. His hair never seemed to stay the same length - partly because he attacked it with scissors if it grew even an inch longer than his 'perfect' length - he never gained weight, he never lost weight, he never grew taller and he most certainly never got shorter. Buck was just an average kid, in a sleepy town, with an average single-mum in an average house with an average income.

But one day, that was forced to change. June 12th; Buck's 16th birthday. When he awoke, he was welcomed to his first day of adulthood with a steaming fry-up breakfast; consisting of beans, waffles, Swallow eggs and Grumpig sausages which all disappeared within 15 minutes of the plate being placed in front of him.

Buck's mother - a short, stout woman with rosy cheeks and a crooked smile - stood over him anxiously as he ate. Perhaps Buck should have found this disconcerting; but given the fact that she'd done it for the past 16 birthdays, he was pretty used to it. Buck's father was Koga of the elite four - not that the Poison-type master knew anything of Buck's existence - and a single photograph of him stood on the mantelpiece above the hearth. Beside it was a hand-sized white and red Pokéball; the newly varnished surface glinting devilishly in the morning sunlight.

"What is it?" Buck asked reluctantly through a mouthful of beans. His mother jarred slightly, before nervously releasing her crooked grin and placing a chubby hand on her son's shoulder.

"Why don't you go and have a look, sweetie?" Saying this, she moved away from Buck, and stood beside the hearth. Rolling his eyes, Buck got up from his seat, and walked towards the ball. His eyes fell on it for a moment; the tiny capsule holding within it something that would probably change his life. Everyone wanted to be a Pokémon Master... Didn't they?

Plucking the 'present' from the mantel, he clicked the large white button in the centre and watched a long, crimson beam of light shoot onto the floor. For a heart-stopping moment the creature which was slowly forming on the beige-carpeted floor almost resembled a fish; then a worm; then it settled on a small, canid figure. As the crimson faded, chestnut tufts of fur formed around the creature; its yellow ruff and tail flowing out around it in a way that can only be described as 'ploof'. Opening its tiny, feminine maw, the Eevee stared up at Buck and shouted an equally tiny, feminine "'vee!"

"Eevee! Use your Tackle attack, now!"

Crying out in acceptance of the command, the tiny chestnut canine dashed towards her foe. Though the small, royal bluebird Pokémon tried it's best to dodge the attack, Eevee's head sent it flying into the air, and then to the floor. Chirping weakly, the small Taillow dropped its head in defeat and fainted.

As the opponent fell, both Buck and Eevee jumped once of the spot; Buck's fist flying into the air in some kind of victory fist pump before he scooped the tiny creature into his arms and hugged her tightly. As the human's grasp wrapped around her, Eevee squealed happily - a deep crimson blush appearing underneath the fur which adorned her cheeks.

It had been over three months since Buck and Eevee met; and to everyone's surprise - especially his own - Buck had turned out to be a talented Pokémon trainer.

Chuckling to himself, Buck's deep brown eyes turned to the Youngster he had just defeated; who was scooping his Taillow from the ground with a Potion already in hand.

"Is it okay?" Buck's voice was calm; stronger than it had been before he'd started his 'journey'. The small Pokémon trainer nodded meekly and stood, his Pokémon held tightly against his chest.

"I think so..." He murmured, before turning and walking slowly away from Buck and Eevee. Looking down at his own Pokémon, Buck shrugged gently.

"I think we upset him, Eev." If Pokémon could giggle, Buck was pretty sure Eevee just did; her tiny features lit up with the adrenalin of the battle which was still flooding her system.

Unfortunately for Buck, Celestic Town was like Twinleaf in so many ways it unnerved him. Nothing seemed to happen; and the town was populated predominantly by old people. It had been several months since Buck started his Pokémon journey; and it showed. He was more muscular; he'd had his hair cut into a spiky mess which complimented his face so well you'd think Arceus recommended it to him. His voice was deeper, and stronger; and his face never seemed to lose its calm composure.

Slowly, the transparent doors of the Pokémon Centre pushed themselves open; groaning slightly as they did so. As Buck walked into the Centre, he let Eevee jump back on to the floor, and removed his large tan satchel from his shoulder. The Pokémon Centre was pretty much bare - it hosted only a few glass tables and loungers, a long, snaking escalator which ran up into the second storey and disappeared. The most impressive part of the Centre, by far, was the long desk which separated the main body of the building from the massive amount of equipment. A PC, as was to be expected; a video-phone, the receptionist's computer and the towering block which could heal Pokémon with minor injuries from their Pokéball.

Behind the desk was the nurse. She wasn't human - instead she was a plump, round pink Pokémon and the only thing to say that she hadn't escaped from somewhere was the fact that Chansey were often used to help nurse Pokémon because of their signature move; Softboiled. Noticing Buck, she waved one stubby arm and cried out to him, beckoning him over. Returning Eevee to her Pokéball, Buck placed it on the counter and slid off his belt; which had 3 more Pokéballs firmly attached to it. Chansey, who was probably the least chatty nurse Buck had ever come across, dropped a clipboard onto the desk for Buck and began to heal the Pokémon.

Name: Buck

ID: 5548

Date of Birth: 12/06/1993

1st Pokémon: Eevee

_ Gender:_ F

2nd Pokémon: Flygon

_ Gender:_ F

3rd Pokémon: Absol

_ Gender:_ M

4th Pokémon: Charmander

_ Gender:_ M

_5th Pokémon: N/A

Gender:

6th Pokémon: N/A

Gender:_

Buck pushed the clipboard back towards Chansey, who returned his Pokéballs with a smile and another loud cry. Thanking her, Buck turned to one of the loungers and threw himself down on it; groaning in delight as his weight was taken from his feet. Pressing the large centre buttons on each of his Pokéballs, Buck watched each of his Pokémon take form on the floor beside him.

The truth was, Buck hadn't caught any of these Pokémon. Sure, he had a PC full of all different kinds; but he'd never caught any of the Pokémon he'd bonded with. The only one he was the registered Original Trainer for was Eevee; but she'd been given to him. He'd traded Flygon for a Cacnea when she was just a Vibrava from someone in Eterna City; he'd won Absol in a rather careless drunken bet; and Charmander was a prize from a travelling circus he'd visited on one of the Routes. Looking at each of his Pokémon in turn, he grinned as he heard a stomach - probably Flygon's - grumble painfully.

"Who's hungry?" He asked, a grin forming on his face as each of his Pokémon squealed happily.

It didn't take Buck long to find a restaurant; there was one attached to the Pokémon centre itself. The outside of the building was lined with neat tables; each placed further from each other than in the building itself. Buck could only guess that this was so larger Pokémon like Flygon and Absol could sit comfortably. Dropping himself at a table, Buck started to idly flick through the menu; knowing that every single one of these restaurants served the same things, at the same prices. He already knew what he was having; Magikarp fingers with chips and peas. $4.95. Eevee and Absol would have canine Pokéfood, Flygon would have a Dragon Fruit Salad, and Charmander would have something that looked and smelled like Charcoal; but he loved it.

As the waiter came to Buck's table, he took his order and asked that the trainer be ready to pay. Slipping out his wallet, Buck stared forlornly at his last scraps of cash; he'd blown all his money trying to win Charmander the week before. Sighing, he turned his attention to the waiter, who had already returned with Buck's steaming meal and the Pokémon's food. Just as Buck handed him a crisp note, a familiar yet totally unwelcome voice erupted from somewhere behind him.

"I'll get this!"

Buck groaned. It couldn't be... Could it? Turning half-heartedly, his worst fears became reality. Standing at the entrance of the building was Zhen; a tall, muscular, handsome, sickeningly perfect male the same age as Buck. Forcing a smile, Buck spoke;

"Zhen! The fuck are you doing here?!" Standing, the two greeted each other as they had every single day throughout school; they were best friends - only Zhen was a prick, and that prick had just beaten the Elite Four.

The waiter took Zhen's money and set Buck's meal on the table; before disappearing as each of the Pokémon began to noisily eat their food. Buck smiled. After all, they had missed lunch.

"So, Zhen" Buck mumbled, through a mouthful of chips, "What're you doing now?" Zhen, who had taken a seat at the table and was eyeing Eevee strangely, grabbed one of Buck's chips and tossed it carelessly into his mouth,

"I don't know... I might go to the battle tower; or to Hoenn. I can do whatever I want, really... I don't have an Elite daddy to match up to - then again, I won that battle with just my Charizard. Sad, really, how they leave themselves open to such type-disadvantages. That Charmander... It's scrawny. You should train it more. Consistent levels are the key, my boy." Buck jarred slightly. 'My boy'? Who did he think he was? Buck didn't challenge, he just nodded and stroked Eevee gently on the head. "You should evolve it. Eevee are only powerful once they're evolved. My Umbreon's at some sort of awesome high level - you should see it. She's magnificent." Eevee's ears dropped slightly at Zhen's words; the motion causing a tight knot to form in Buck's stomach.

"Look, thanks for the input and stuff, but there's nothing weak about Charmander or Eevee." He hadn't meant to let his aggravation show in his voice; but he knew he failed the minute he spoke. There was a shallow grin on Zhen's face as he watched the Eevee, who was now thoroughly put off of her food.

"Tell you what, Bucky. I'll trade you my Umbreon for that Eevee."

Buck would have said no anyway; but the level of the trade unnerved him. An Umbreon? For an Eevee? It didn't make sense. Shaking his head, he placed his fork on the centre of his plate and looked up at Zhen, before speaking defiantly;

"I'd never trade Eevee." Zhen snorted, and shrugged.

"Your choice."

Route 216 was hellish. The blizzard which whipped through the air showed no sign of relenting; and the 4 feet of snow was growing in height every time Buck moved. Holding Eevee in his arms, he tried his best to keep her warm; while his other Pokéballs had been moved into his satchel to keep them from the snow. Discovering that Zhen was in Celestic Town the day before had forced Buck to move on; but the route to Snowpoint City was more perilous than staying with Zhen himself. Buck might as well have moved in with him.

The only thing keeping Buck - hopefully - moving in the right direction was his straight line theory. This meant, basically, walk in a straight line and you'll get there. Unfortunately for Buck, he was no champion navigator and so he found himself walking in a circle for about three hours.

Groaning in defeat, Buck kicked at the snow. Eevee snuggled against him; her slowly numbing ears pricking gently. Buck watched her; a little confused.

"Can you hear something, Eevee?" He asked, rubbing her back with his gloved hand to try and heat her up. She nodded, and looked out into the totally white landscape.

Little known to the two, a pair of deep crimson eyes were watching them menacingly. The small, bipedal creature was in the snow about 3 feet from them; its natural hunting instincts proving essential to destroy the trespassing human on its land. Had Buck been allowed any visibility, he might have seen the sign which read 'Due to Sneasel mating season, please take the detour over Route 217.' Instead, he snuggled against Eevee and cowered against the cold, while she listened to the threat that she knew was there.

Before either Eevee or Buck could retaliate, the creature struck. It was half Buck's size; but each of its paws were armed with massive claws. It struck at Buck, slashing his chest with one easy swipe; before it turned on the tiny canine, now half-encased in snow. Raising a claw, the Sneasel took one swipe at the already weakened creature; its eyes glinting as her tiny, lifeless body was flung across the snow; tainting it red.

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