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The house was quiet today. Nothing but the steady patter of rain on the roof was heard. A yawn sounded through the quietness of the house from a girl in bed. This girl went over to the mirror to check out how she looked this morning. She groaned as she looked into the mirror. What she saw was a skinny, sort of gangly, slightly awkward teenage girl of fourteen, with mousey brown hair all in a mess.
“Bedhead,” she murmured. She sat in front of the mirror as she contemplated herself. She acted young for her age, she knew that. She had almost sworn to herself she would never grow up. She had tried acting like the other people her age, but had found the comforts of childhood to be much more entertaining. The adventures, dreams, and fantasies were still all so exciting! She felt that many people her age had given that up. And, in addition, found the make-up, the fancy clothes, and the fascination with boys all to be completely boring. She was never going to be feminine either, she had decided. She was going to be a tomboy for as long as she could.
“Raizel,” she whispered her name to herself. A small smile came to her face. “What will you be doing today?”
"Nyaaa..." Raizel was watching the rain fall from a chair she had brought up right next to the window. The raindrops fell one by one on it, forming small rivers that trickled down and pooled at the bottom. Rain was beautiful. On some days, she saw it like the sky was crying. She interpreted that the sky had moods, just like everyone else. For this reason, Raizel had a somewhat irrational dislike of weathermen. It seemed a little frustrating that the sky's moods could be predicted easier than everyone else's. Things like that were meant to be held sacred, in her opinion.
She went back to sighing. "Nyaaaaa..." She picked up an umbrella and went outside. As she opened the door, she yelled over her shoulder, "Mom, I'm going for a walk!"
"Alright dear, just be home by eight!" her mom called back from the living room. Raizel just smiled, and yelled back a "'Kay!" before walking out into the rain.
She began walking in the rain, while it fell all over her shoulders and soaked her hair. She only bothered to bring her umbrella to please her mom. Her mom was always fretting about her catching a cold in the rain. Raizel reasoned, 'Hey, I've never caught a cold in the rain before. Why would it happen now?" Pokemon and their trainers walked by, some Pokemon splashing in the puddles, getting their trainers all wet, while others made sure to stay as dry as possible. Raizel had always wanted a Pokemon.
She had spent her time daydreaming, a lot, that she was going to have her first Pokemon someday. It seemed that everyone had one. Her parents had their own Politoed. Of course, it helped around the house, and played with her when she was bored. But it was still their Pokemon. She liked it, but she wanted one of her own. She knew she was going to end up having a very special bond with hers. Would it be small? Big? Annoying? … Annoying didn't sound very appealing, she reasoned. It was going to be the champ of champs. She was going to beat everybody with it, in every way she was capable of. She would enter in contests, in battles. Gym battles, even! But no matter how much she dreamed about it, it's not like the Pokemon would step out of her dreams and come greet her. She sat down on a wet bench, and watched the trainers play with their Pokemon for the next few hours.
"Mom, I'm home!" Raizel put the unused umbrella by the door, and snuck off to her bedroom to change into dry clothes before her mom could see her soaking wet.
"Nya." Raizel played with the various Pokemon plushies around the room. "Go, Scyther, use Slash!" The toy Scyther came in for the kill. "Oh no Pikachu, look out!" In her mind, the Pikachu looked visibly off guard and terrified by the coming onslaught. "Pika Pika!" Raizel cried in pretend horror as the Scyther easily won the battle. "And Scyther is the winner! Yeaaaah! Yeaaaah! And the crowd cheers!" She cupped her hands around her mouth and made the cheers for the other stuffed plushies. "That was a good battle, Mr. Pika, wasn't it?" The toy Pikachu reluctantly nodded, then perked up and shook the toy Scyther's hand. She stopped playing for a minute, and looked around at all the Pokemon stuff she had in her room. She had always loved Pokemon, even as a little girl. There were stuffed Eevee in various places around the room, a stuffed Espeon (she had tried really hard to get that one. Those plushies were rare), a squishy rubber Solosis, and plastic model Lucario, among the others. After a while, Pokemon thoughts were replaced by Pokemon dreams as she dozed off, hunched over the bed.
"Mom! I'm going out!" The standard call rang out, responded to with the standard reply.
"Okay! Just be home by eight!"
Today was a beautiful day. The rain had cleared the skies. There were puddles of water everywhere, but the sunshine was bright and the air was crisp and everything smelled clean.
"The rain gave the world a bath!" she chirped. She wondered for a moment, if the Earth was like a baby, and the skies were like a mother. Then what would the ocean be? Perhaps the pools of water could be like the eyes of the world. She saw in a painting once where the Earth looked like a woman, and pools of water reflected the sky. She briefly wondered why the Earth and the Water Makers didn't get along. But either way, they were inseparable, if conflicting forces. And the Sky Mediator always settled quarrels between the two. So much for that theory. Her mind lingered on that idea, however, as she hoisted the sketchbook she held.
Today, would be a day for sketching wild Pokemon. Of course, it was dangerous. And frustrating. You never knew if they were going to run away before you could finish sketching, or attack. In the beginning, she had often startled the Pokemon, so she had many unfinished sketches in her book. As she got better, she got stealthier. She had several sketches of common Pokemon in the area. She had a few of Zigzagoon, eating berries, digging holes, or picking up random items, with their ability, Pickup. One of her favorites was of a Lotad, which fell asleep on the surface of the river. It looked so cute and derpy at the same time! There were a few of Poochyena, a Ralts (oooh, rare!) and some foreign Pokemon with Trainers.
As she flipped through her sketchbook, she found herself at the edge of town.
"Nya. Time to get sketching," she murmured happily. She wandered a bit into the local forest. "Hmmmm. Lots of grass Pokemon out today. I bet they enjoy the fresh water and sun! But--" She looked at a few Pokemon. "Which one to sketch?" She decided against sketching the Pokemon she currently saw. They moved around too much, and kept running away, leaving her with only a few lines on paper. “They must be very excited today...” she thought.
Something ran across her path, almost too quick to see. The only evidence of it was the moving of the bushes, and the dust kicked up. Something about this excited her. Curiosity bubbled over, as she tried to discern which way it had went. She went running through the bushes, abandoning all regard for stealthiness. Suddenly, when jumping through a bush, she came face-to-face with a Scyther.
"Yaaaah!" she cried out, nearly falling over in her surprise. She attempted to catch her balance. "A... a... Scyther?", she stuttered. The Scyther didn't seem fazed at all that a teenage girl came leaping out at it from the bushes. It even seemed sort of cocky. Most Pokemon would run scuttling, but this Pokemon remained calm, and undisturbed by the presence of a human. Raizel was nervous. First, this Pokemon was never seen around these parts. Second, Scyther was incredibly powerful. When she had read about it, in school, she had learned that it could hack a tree in half with one slice of its scythes. She stayed frozen. The Scyther just stared at her for a while, and then turned its back on her to eat some Cheri Berries on a bush.
For several minutes, Raizel remained frozen, but the Scyther seemed incredibly unconcerned with her. Then, a tiny idea came creeping into her mind. Maybe... Maybe it would let me sketch it? Hope crept into her mind. She wanted to capture such an amazing creature. Its powerful build struck her with awe. She slowly, and carefully, began to creep around to its side to attempt sketch a picture from its profile while it ate. It glanced at her, not unaware of her shifting, but it didn't seem to care. A big grin slowly came over her face. One of unrestrained glee. "Stay still Scyther. Let me sketch you," she whispered, as she began her sketch.
She stayed there for the next half hour, sketching it. She had the basic outline, and the figure began to emerge from the lines she drew. As she started on the face, she was aware that the Scyther had finished its meal, but was staying in the same position, watching her out of the corner of its eye. She stared at it, for a moment. Their eyes met. And then it turned away suddenly, and bounced away. "Wait!" she cried out. "I'm not done yet!" She would have followed it, but it ran away too fast for her too keep up with. She probably never would have caught up with it in the first place, if it hadn't stopped to eat. She sat there for a while, staring at the unfinished face. She had drawn the eyes. The eyes were striking. They had a fighting spirit in them, and her unfinished drawing managed to capture a ghost of that spirit.
Raizel slowly walked out of the forest, stunned by the recent events. The burning desire to draw that Scyther was foremost in her mind. As she walked home, she kept peeking at the drawing, and comparing it to the other drawings of Pokemon. Her eyes fell on one of a happy Eevee with its trainer. She remembered, her skill level was not high enough at the time to really catch the full bond between the trainer and Pokemon. She had taken a shortcut, and simply drawn little hearts all around them. It still caught at her heart strings. After the drawing was done, the trainer took a look at the drawing, and was happy with the way she had captured them. She had seen them as best friends enjoying all the minute moments between each other. And that was exactly what she drew.
Again, little pangs of longing floated to the top of her heart. Her mind wandered for a bit into the past.
She remembered back to when she was a small child at the age of five. She was playing pretend in the park with her friends, when a Pokemon popped up. Its trainer was not far behind it, laughing at the game of tag. The Pokemon had walked up to them, and began playing with them. Not long after, everyone was happily playing with the Pokemon for the rest of the day. She recalled how sad she was to see it go. She had wanted her own Pokemon to play tag with.
Soon after, she had begun drawing Pokemon. First, the Pokemon she had played with, in a childish scrawl. And then all the other Pokemon she had met, she had drawn them too. Over time, she had become a good artist. She attempted to capture their personalities in her drawings, to keep them close whenever she wanted to look at Pokemon.
“I suppose...” she mumbled, “I was so busy drawing other people's Pokemon that I never bothered to get my own.” Then a sudden conviction rose. She was GOING to have a Pokemon soon. People started getting their Pokemon at ten. There was no reason that she couldn't have one too. That though put a smile on her face all the way home, as she daydreamed of her perfect Pokemon.
The next morning woke her up with delicate rays of light on her face. "Nyaaaa... ", she groaned. She had fallen asleep, hunched over the desk, her head resting on her sketchpad. She stared at the Scyther for a while. It was so unfair that the Scyther couldn't have stayed long enough to get its drawing made. She supposed that it was longer than most Pokemon would have stood still. Then, she had an idea.
"Mom! Can I use the kitchen?" she yelled into her mom's room.
"Agh, it's seven am. Use your indoor voice, hon," her mom moaned.
"Oops, sorry." Raizel blushed. Most of their conversations were shouted halfway across the house, so she didn't need to shout at seven am when she was right next to her mom. "Can I please use the kitchen?" she whispered shyly.
"Yes, yes. Just clean up when you're done," her mom mumbled from somewhere in her pillow.
"YES!" Raizel cried.
"Indoor voice," her mom reminded her.
"Sorry," Raizel said meekly. She rushed out into the kitchen as fast as possible.
Raizel walked out the door, with a backpack laden with baked goods, soda, lemonade, and other snacks. She intended to find that Scyther. She WAS going to draw it. And these snacks would help her do it.
She found herself at the forest again, sketchbook in hand, and a backpack full of goodies. She hoped that it wouldn't attract bug Pokemon like Wurmple. Sometimes, if you didn't seal your backpack or picnic right, they would crawl all over your hard earned meal. Once, she had found a hole in her backpack, and bug Pokemon flocked to her like....bugs. She double checked her backpack and tupperware to make sure no bug Pokemon could possibly get in there. She figured repel wouldn't be useful right now, because she wanted to ATTRACT this Scyther, not repel it.
Wumple, Shroomish, Wurmple, Silcoon, Wurmple, Wurmple, Wurmple... She mumbled irately. All the normal Pokemon in here. And lots of Wurmple. One had fallen out of a tree and caught her right on the face. To say the least, she wasn't pleased. Most weren't a problem, but every now and then, she'd dodge a String Shot, or a Tackle.
"Gah! Is it anywhere?!" she cried out of frustration. She had left the house at nine am, and spent three hours searching for the Scyther. All she found were the usual Pokemon. She decided to make her way back to the Cheri Berry bush to rest. "Well, if Scyther's not going to be here, I guess I can eat this pie," she mumbled. She started munching on some lemon pie, one of her favorites. There was a rustle in the bushes. "Oh snap," she mumbled and defensively hid her lemon pie. A single scythe emerged.
"Oh... my... god..." she mouthed. Could it be? A very wary Scyther emerged from the bushes. Then she realized--it was the exact same time as she had seen it yesterday. This Scyther must be a creature of habit. Or at least have a schedule. This was dangerous. Not like it wasn't the first time. Slowly, making no sudden movements, she offered it a piece of her lemon pie. It made no movement to go after it. She lightly tossed a piece in its direction. Scyther watched it fall on the forest floor at its feet. The Scyther bent to it, keeping its eyes on her, and slowly ate it. It seemed to be considering the flavor. It finished the piece, and looked at her. It seemed to be demanding more with its eyes. She threw another piece of the pie towards it. Closer, this time. Scyther seemed to have caught onto her scheme.
It staunchly refused to get any closer to her.
"I'm not going to hurt you..." she whispered to it. Scyther gave her a look, as if to say, 'It's not me that has to worry about that. You don't even have any claws.' She smiled at the Scyther's proud attitude. "Okay, fine, don't get any closer. Just let me draw you..." she whispered in the same calming tone. She threw the rest of the pie at it to keep it busy while she drew.
An hour later, the snacks were almost gone, and the sketch was completed. She could nearly squeal with joy. She was going to keep this sketch until the end of time. She would show it to her kids and grandkids. She dumped the rest of the snacks out of her backpack, and smiled at the Scyther.
"Bye... Scyther." She began her slow walk to the entrance, looking lovingly at her new drawing.
The Scyther walked to the place she had sat and scrutinized the snacks left as a small offering. It picked up the remaining snacks, and began to follow her.