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Awakening	By : Demonic_Host Category: Pokemon > General Views: 19514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Thank you for all the comments and suggestions. I went into this story with a set amount of pokemon in mind...however, many of you are asking about eevolutions I didn't plan for. I planned for Leafeon, Flareon, Vaporeon, Umbreon, Espeon, and Jolteon. If you guys want to see Sylveon and Glaceon shoot me some nickname ideas, sex (male or female), a general personality (with a nature) and if you have any ideas how you want to 'meet' them. I'll mix and match the ideas that I like the best and you guys will eventually get to see them too. ^.^

Heartfelt Interference

Chapter Eleven
Age 16

A week had come and gone since the disappearance of Rorsh.Thankfully working (and Nox) kept you busy enough that you weren't able to notice his absence anymore than you already had to during the daytime. It was when the sun fell and your lessons and chores for the day were done that you felt the weight of his disappearance set in. Every night you would gather up the camping gear you bought with your saved up allowance and head out to a different part of the ranch. A major part of you felt that if there was any chance of getting him back it would be away from the prying eyes of your parents so he didn't have to feel so judged. Or that maybe you'd somehow come across him while he was sleeping and be able to detain him long enough to at least explain that morning.
Yet for a whole week, including your sixteenth birthday, you had no progress. Every day you would wake up and get back to the house, do your chores and learn what you could through that sort of haze that set in, try to do some homework, before setting back out to camp out in another section. Then the next day it was a repeat and a repeat. It still felt incredibly wrong waking up without him.
You knew that your parents were worried for you. You could feel it in a place where words couldn't express. They let you go out every night in a hopeless attempt at a reunion with a pokemon that ran away for reasons unknown to them. For a week they left you alone to try and come to terms with the hole that Rorsh had left. It was after that period that they decided to step in.
You had just recently started your sixth month focus on bug pokemon and they were quite a bit different from your last ones, which were ice pokemon. Bugs weren't your favorite to work with, admittedly, but at the very least you'd already gone over poison pokemon so it was less work memorizing things that way. In fact with normal, fire, fighting, water, flying, grass, poison, electric, ground, psychic, rock, and recently ice type pokemon under your belt, dealing with bug pokemon became something you really could do in a haze. Which was exactly how your father found you on your eighth afternoon after Rorsh's disappearance.
You sat on a small log with your eyes focused before you. A butterfree danced just a little out of reach, no doubt trying to coax you to get up and play with it. It wasn't just your parents who could feel the loss; it was just that pokemon were often less verbal about trying to help cheer you up. Every once in awhile you'd catch a soothing comment almost as though they weren't things that you were supposed to hear but you did.
Slowly you raised your eyes to your father's face and waved halfheartedly. He returned the gesture almost in the same fashion before coming to stand before you. The butterfree who had been dancing, trying to coax you into joining, fluttered slightly behind him in concern. You pulled out a small container of mixed berry jam you'd made the day before and put a little on your finger. The butterfree instantly went to your hand and started to clean the finger off, even as you put the rest of the container away. Once your finger was impeccably cleaned off once more and the butterfree had ventured away, you turned your full attention to your father.
"He's still not back, is he?"
"No, he's not," you answered after a moment of silence.
It hurt having to say that aloud to your father. You had been trying to avoid thinking about Rorsh throughout the day even if it was fruitless. You had also avoided that look that your parents reserved for moments like this. It was a look that couldn't exactly be put into words. It was one part sadness and then a whole other lot of negative emotions you didn't want to see reflected on their face. You didn't want to feel them to begin with.
"What happened?"
Now that was a question that you wouldn't...couldn't answer. Instead your lips slammed together as you stared out in silence. It might have been considered a little rude and normally you didn't like being rude but you just couldn't explain it for multiple reasons. This was your father after all and you were pretty sure that you weren't going to do yourself any favors letting him know what thoughts Rorsh had misconstrued from your head that day. Parents were supposed to be open for anything you wanted to talk about but there were just some lines you didn't feel should be crossed. This was definitely going to be one of them.
"Your umbr--"
"Nox," you told your father for the first time.
"Nox," he accepted. "Nox is remarkable. I thought Rorsh got a hold of his new state well but Nox, man, he's really fitting into his new fur isn't he?"
You nodded with a fraction of a smile on your lips. Nox really did setting into being an umbreon remarkably fast. It was like that was what he was born to be and on some level you wondered if that was true. Had he been fated to evolve into an umbreon? If so who was the one that decided that? What kind of a creature was in charge of other people's fates?
"First Rorsh evolved into an espeon and then Nox evolved into an umbreon," your father said.
You could tell he was leading into something so you stayed quiet. Besides what were you going to do - deny facts that anyone could have observed?
"And your mother and I never even saw you train them," he continued.
Now that was unfair to assume even though you kept your mouth closed on the subject too. You used to train them all the time. It was just that you never trained them for attacks or for pokemon battles. You used fun games to train their speed and endurance as well as team work. When you discovered they did know an attack you even got them to practice it. Like Rorsh's psychic - he had more practice using that than you were pretty sure he had a right to. You had just never had him really use it again anyone simply for training, maintaining the peace yes but never for straight out fighting. The same was true of Nox when he had been an eevee. Just like with Rorsh you had his sand attack and quick attack on point; unlike Rorsh, Nox had learned to use Protect as well before he evolved.
"You realize that as a breeder, you need to be able to train them as the trainer wants right? If pokemon are dropped off with you for an extended stay it is expected that you will not only care for them but you will make them stronger."
"I know," you said evenly, holding back the torment of words that wanted to spill forth.
You knew that anything that slipped past your lips was not going to be a nice thought. You could practically taste that acid that wanted to slide out just to spite your father at this point. It was an irrational spew of words so you held it in check, though you didn't have enough self restraint to contain the look on your face.
Thankfully all your father did was give you the 'bitch face' right back at you as he continued on, "So your mother and I had a challenge for you. You have three years left till you take the year to decide what you'll specialize in. And in those three years we want you to raise another pokemon for competition."
"No," you said with a clenched jaw.
Did your parents not know you at all? You hated the fact that pokemon were used to fight against one another. Now your father and mother wanted you to raise one specifically for that? There wasn't a no strong enough to contain how you felt about that.
"Yes."
"No," you repeated.
"Yes. Look you don't have to go around to gyms. But you can do coordinator competitions."
"...no."
Your father pressed a pokeball into your hands before standing up and walking away. Apparently he didn't want to argue with you. At the same time, however, he wasn't willing to concede in the battle of wills. You could feel the air of finality closing in around you as you stared at the ball. Somehow you knew he wasn't going to let you forget the demand. And it wasn't like you could toss the pokeball away and forget about it; there was a living creature inside of there.
Gripping the ball as you stared at it, you decided that you wanted to at least see what pokemon your father and mother wanted you to raise for competition. After pressing the middle button you aimed the ball away from you and held it with an extremely loose grip so that it could open. The red light sprung out and in moments it formed into a familiar shape. When the light broke and the pokemon solidified, it was easy to see what pokemon it was.
The flareon in front of you had been well cared for. The lemon yellow puffs of fur around their head, shoulders, and for their tail looked soft as mareep wool and the orange-red body looked as sleek as a golduck.
Flareon looked at you straight in the eye. After a moment you could have sworn you saw them roll their eyes before they turned around. Apparently they didn't think you were all that worth of their attention. It was a completely alien feeling which brought back the well of pain. Though they weren't at all similar, nor was it for similar reasons, you couldn't help but be reminded of your failure with Rorsh as Flareon moved away from you.
Your hand gripped the now empty pokeball tighter. You could feel your fingers slip and slide over the surface as you stared into the reflective material. There was a flatness to your eyes when you saw them in the pokeball, a dullness that you knew wasn't your normal. Not to mention there was a certain worrisome parlor to your skin. Your stomach clenched at the small exposee of what you must have seemed like to the well cared for fire-type. You were a mess.
No wonder Nox had decided to spend the day somewhere else. It was probably depressing how quickly you fell down without Rorsh there. No one wanted to be around someone who would only depress them over and over again.
"Flareon," you called out as you stood up, shouldering your bag. "Wait."
Flareon paused only for a moment in the setting sun to look back over his shoulder. His expression could be translated to 'I'm waiting,' with a sort of sassy, exasperated tone. With a hurried step you caught up to him as the two of you started back towards your house.
Tonight, on the eighth night of his disappearance, you were going to need to allow yourself to start to move on. You might not be okay with raising a pokemon to compete (even if it was in a coordinator sense) but you did need to do something else other than waiting for Rorsh to return. Even though deep down you knew you would probably be waiting for him for the rest of your life.
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