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Awakening	By : Demonic_Host Category: Pokemon > General Views: 19514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
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Heartfelt Interference
Chapter Sixteen
Age Seventeen

There was a grace to Rorsh's body that no other pokemon in the area had been able to meet. Even as he had to dodge out of the way of an enraged Nox, the way he did it made it look like it was done with ease. The only source of light in the area came from the camp fire that you set up to cook dinner, unless someone counted the rings on Nox's body. Which meant that as Rorsh expertly outmaneuvered Nox, the fire light only made the battle look that much more intense. Not that the fight was lacking in any ferocity on the dark pokemon's part of course.

Off to the side, Flareon watched the two of them go at it with a level of astonishment that made him feel like this was somehow all a joke. He was not watching two pokemon in a fight to what was probably going to be death; that just wasn't happening because it wasn't supposed to happen. Killing each other for something other than survival was supposed to be a very human thing to do. Pokemon were just dragged into violence because they decided the back the wrong kind of human. Yet here the two older, more experienced eevolutions were; fighting to the death over you. To the fire type pokemon it made no sense. But he also knew that his personal stake in this fight was nowhere near the size of either pokemon. Even after just meeting Rorsh a handful of minutes ago, Flareon knew that he probably wasn't one to share the spotlight. And knowing Nox as he did after the last year, that sort of attitude wouldn't endear Rorsh to him. Then again the same could be said of Nox. He wasn't one to share your attentions for very long either.

Knowing that he wasn't able to sway either of their decision to murder each other, Flareon did the next best thing he could think of. He moved over to where you had been placed and nudged you. There was pretty much no response. His eyes swept over your prone body to determine that you were still breathing. As far as he could tell there was nothing physically wrong with you. But then again he wasn't an expert in human issues.

"Wake up," Flareon called in a strained voice.

Beside him the fire crackled. The food in the caste iron skillet seasoned the air around him, making his stomach gurgle to remind him that they were missing normal dinner time. Considering the fact that Rorsh just picked up a stick from the firepit to fling at Nox, Flareon was going to have to say that there was a lot more to be concerned about than his hungry stomach. Instantly as he saw hot kernels coming at you. He placed himself between you and the incoming glowing embers. The quickly cooling specks of wood rolled down his body and he was not at all harmed, though the smoke that came next as something slammed to the fire, scattering it about, did cause him to cough.

As Flareon looked around he realized that not only had the fire been scattered, but that the embers were about to do a lot of damage to the prone human (you) who he'd been trying to guard. As quickly as he could he used his front paws and tail to try and brush all the hot logs and small embers back away from you even as a sound rose up. He wasn't quick enough to get at the one nearest your hand as you moved around.

When you tried to sit up, searing pain went all the way through your body. Before you even recognized that there was pain, you had snatched your hand back up. Once you realized that you were burned it was already too late and there was a patch of quickly reddening skin on the side of your hand. It was small enough to be a standard cooking burn but it still hurt.

The next thing that you did after realizing what had happened was stick your hand in your mouth. You needed to sooth the burn one way or another and your instinctive reaction was to use your saliva. Then it was on to taking stock of what was going on. In a state of shock your mouth loosened from around your hand and the burned appendage slipped out as well. The area around you was a mess. Not only had the fire been scattered but there was debris just about everywhere. Some of the rocks were turned over and definitely displaced. From what you could tell in the pale, dying light of the fire that Flareon was doing his best to scoot away from your immediate area, some of the rocks had even been cracked.

"What..the…"

You tried not to finish that sentence because no words could really add justice to what you were feeling about the situation. You tried to recall exactly when you moved back over to the tent area or what happened in those last few seconds but nothing came to mind. Nothing that would explain the fight you were witnessing between Rorsh and Nox at the very least.

You practically jumped when you felt a warm tongue on the burn you'd just gotten. When you looked down, Flareon took no mind of you as he licked at the wounded area. As a pure firetype, he was immune to burns. His internal body temperature also fluctuates to levels that could easily burn you. Right now it felt like he was warm but he wasn't to the point where you were going to get burnt, just very warm. Normally putting a burn near a heat source made it feel worse. But somehow his tongue helped to sooth the burn you'd gotten on the side of your hand much the same way your own saliva did, only much more effectively.

Finally you noticed just how much of the campfire must have been displaced. You saw burnt chars sitting near you, arranged in a line as though something had blocked them from reaching you. With confusion written on your face you looked to Flareon as he continued licking your hand. There was soot and tiny bits of debris in his fur.

"Did you protect me from the fire?" You had to ask.

He stopped licking your hand long enough to respond, "Who else is going to care for me?"

You knew him well enough to know that was the best compliment you could have gotten for him. Or something near enough to it at least. It was also his confession that let you know that yes, yes he had protected you from the embers of the fire.

"Thank you," you told him with a heavy amount of appreciation in your voice.

You continued into a shaky standing position. There was the sense of danger in the air but you pushed through it as you made yourself very easy to see. The fire was to your side in it's messy, dying state so you knew that there was at least something illuminating you. You held up your hand despite the fact that all you wanted was to put it back into your mouth, or the cold lake behind you would have worked too.

"Is this what you wanted to have happen?!" You called out to the two fighting pokemon.

The fight paused for a moment of a second as both Nox and Rorsh tried to see what you were talking about. You knew that as far as night vision went, Nox had the advantage. But it was Rorsh who understood what had happened first and that was probably because half of what was going on through your mind was the pain that the small little burn brought.

"Congratulations, you succeeded," you spoke out in a softer voice. You lowered your hand to your side as you decided to pull out the large moralistic guns. "Friends are supposed to protect each other. The only one who's proven that they're my friend tonight is Flareon. And I don't care why the two of you are fighting. But if that's what you really want to do...I want you to leave. Obviously fighting is more important to you than being a good friend. So go on, leave. Both of you."

It hurt to say those things, more than you'd like to admit, but they needed to be said.

You turned your back on both Nox and Rorsh right there and then as you knelt down to the sitting Flareon. There was the look of guilt and relief mixed over your features as you ran your hand through his messy tuff of hair trying to clear out the largest of the debris.

"Let's clean up camp, okay Ember?"

"Ember?"

You smiled slightly as you went to pull out the tiny first aid kit you had tucked away in your backpack. It had a travel sized packet of burn ointment for humans that you opened up. Even as you applied a tiny bit of the one-time use travel pack you had with you, you spoke to the flareon.

"It seems fitting after tonight. But if it's too generic than you can forget it and blame it on my silly human need for names."

"It will do."

Needless to say, Nox and Rorsh were not happy campers but you were currently ignoring them. This whole mess was their fault to begin with. They couldn't listen to you and stop fighting the first time, then you were just going to ignore them in return.
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