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Mountain Storm	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 7684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 4

Waking up the next morning was almost as confusing as waking up for the first time the previous day. But for different reasons. Owen was laying on his back with someone that felt warm pressed up to his right side, partially laying over him. One of their arms was across his chest. It almost felt as if he was being held close. It was comfortable and nice, but Owen found the whole situation odd… It had been a while since he’d last sleep with anyone.

Opening his eyes Owen lifted his head a little to gaze at the person that he was sleeping with. The fact that he wasn’t sure who it was and that he was sore all over, made him a little uncomfortable… What in the world had he done yesterday? It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the low light before he could see well enough to make out the detail about the figure next to him. Only it wasn’t a human, but a beige, red and yellow feathered humanoid bird pokemon.

His eyes locked onto the bird Owen just lay there unmoving. The Blazikens quiet breathing was the only sound to break the silence of the cave. With each breath the bird took Owen could feel the soft feathery chest pressed up against him rise and fall.

’So it hadn’t been just a bad dream… It really happened.’ He really had been caught in a landslide, attacked by a pack of Mightyena and then had a Blaziken possible save him and treat his wounds. Closing his eyes Owen let his head fall back down onto the bed of the soft nest with a quiet thump. The whole situation was crazy, much more like a dream or story someone might make up, but Owen couldn’t deny it wasn’t real now he was awake once more.

After a few moments Owen opened his eyes and turned his head to gaze at the Blaziken again. He knew very little about the bird pokemon. His knowledge was more towards mammal pokemon, though he’d read up about the dragon type before coming out to the mountains with his friends to study the Salamance. He knew that Blaziken were a fire type pokemon that lived in more rugged areas away from places with a lot of humans, but not much more than that. He wasn’t even sure of the bird’s gender, though he was inclined to think it female. It seemed to caring and nurturing to be a male. Not at it wasn’t possible for it to be, but those characteristics were less common in males of most species.

As he gazed at the sleeping bird Owen wondered if behavior like this was normal. Did Blaziken often help humans or even other pokemon? Some pokemon, like the well known Chansey and Audino, helped anything sick and injured they come across, but Owen wasn’t sure many other pokemon where known to behave like this.

“So why did you save me?” He asked the sleeping pokemon. Was it because he was right, and this was the Blaziken he’d found under the tree?

The Blaziken shifted little at the sound of his voice and after a moment yawned, an interesting sound coming from an avian creature. The bird sat up a little and tilted it head to look over at him. For a moment they just watched each other before the Blaziken rolled away from him and sat up.

Pushing himself up into a sitting position as well, which made him wince a little as his side was still painful, Owen watched the red and yellow bird stretch a little before getting to its feet. She, Owen decided to think of the Blaziken as female, looked down at him for moment before heading towards the cave entrance. The bird moved the woven cover then looked back at him again, making a few clucks and other bird like sounds before leaving.

Owen sat there shading his eyes till they adjusted to the light level after she’d had left and wondered what the bird had said before leaving. It was still weird to think of the pokemon talking, but he was too sure of that being the truth of things to deny what he was experiencing.

“Maybe she was saying she’s getting breakfast or maybe telling me to stay put.” He said to himself. If it was the latter Owen didn’t think the pokemon needed to worry much. He didn’t feel much like going anywhere. He did need to relive himself though… His bladder was feeling rather full. His wounds still hurt too much to want to try going anywhere though. Shifting a little Owen hoped the Blaziken would return soon. He couldn’t hold it in forever. He hopped too that he could indicate what he needed to do with out to much trouble.

“I never knew how hard disabled people had it before this.” Owen muttered to himself. Never before had what it fully meant sunk in. That you’d need help doing even the simplest of things… It was a bit of a blow to his pride.

With a frustrated sigh Owen shifted again a little before he looked down at himself. The many bruises on his torso looked a little worse than they had yesterday. They didn’t ache any worse then he’d expect them to though. Turning his olive green eyes to the dry looking leave stuck to his left side Owen gently pressed down against the wound underneath. Not for long though as it made the bite wound throb. Still he thought the pain wasn’t anywhere as bad as it could be right now. It could be a lot worse if they’d gotten infected. He wondered if the berry juices the Blaziken had squeezed on the wounds did more than just numb the pain or if he was just very, very lucky they all seemed to be healing fine. At least he thought they were. He’d never had wounds this bad before, but had gotten an infected cut once when he was younger. He didn’t feel the burning ache he remembered from then around any of the bites.

Hearing a sound at the cave entrance, something like soft scraping against stone, Owen looked up from his injuries to see what it was. Expecting to see the Blaziken he was surprised to see instead a little Torchic in the cave mouth. He thought maybe it was just as surprised to see him as he was to see it, as its large dark eyes seemed to get even bigger when it noticed him.

After a moment the little orange and yellow chick seemed puffed up a little, fanning out its little yellow wings slightly, and made a funny little high pitched squawk at him. Owen had the feeling it was trying to look intimidating or something like that, but it looked a little too cute for that effect.

As Owen watched the little bird, he wondered how many of the birds line was around here. So far he’d seen three of this pokemon’s species, two Blaziken and now a Torchic. Could the birds live in family groups? Plenty of pokemon did so it wouldn’t really surprise him. It was a little unnerving to think about though. Who knew how many pokemon there was in the area. He didn’t think he was in any danger though, at least not as long as he didn’t seem a threat to them anyway.

After a little while of staring at him the Torchic took a few steps into the cave, slowly approaching the nest he was sitting in. When it got there the little chick hopped up onto the rim and made another little squawk at him.

Owen didn’t feel particularly in danger from the little bird. He knew any pokemon could be dangerous but to him if seemed the chick was just stoking its own ego by coming over. “Feel braver now?” he asked it, in a low non threatening sounding voice. The orange chick couldn’t understand of course but the tone should have an effect on it anyway.

“Chic?” The little bird chirped at him in response. After a moment the little chick hopped into the next nest with him and walked over to him. As the little pokemon notice the wrapped up wounds, bruises and scratches that covered him it let out a odd little sounds, almost like a warble from deep in its chest.

The sound almost seemed sad, and it brought his previous thoughts back to mind. Was the little pokemon upset he was hurt? It seemed that way to Owen. The little orange and yellow chick didn’t look so puffed up anymore and was staring at a bruise. A little lost in thought Owen didn’t notice when the Blaziken had returned. He jumped a little when it made a few clucks and the like from next to him. Turning his head he saw the pokemon had come back with an arm full of things, mostly berries and leaves. A number of the leaves where the kind it had used to wrap up his arm.

The Blaziken set the things down by the nest and scooped up the Torchic. The little chick made a protesting sounding squawk, to with the Blaziken just clicked her beak before heading out of the cave. She returned a few minutes later, minus the chick. Owen wondered where it had taken the little chick. He got the feeling it likely wasn’t supposed to have wondered in here.

As it she walked back towards him Owen decided now was as good a time as any to try expressing his need to relieve himself. “I need to pee.” He told the bird. As he spoke he gestured down towards his groin area. The Blaziken paused and tilted its head to the side a little as it clucked something in response. It looked down at where he’d been pointing, but Owen wasn’t sure if he was getting anything he was trying to saw.

“I need to pee… umm.” He said again as he racked his brain trying to think of something to make her understand. He couldn’t think of much so tried to ‘mime’ something coming out down there but wiggling his fingers around.

The bird though just said, “Ken?” and knelt down to peer towards the area. After a moment she reached with her taloned hand towards his grey underwear.

“Wait.” Owen said grabbing the hand. “That’s not… I just need to pee.”

The Blaziken stopped and looked at him. After a moment she pulled her hand away and stood up, pulling him up to his feet as well. Owen hissed and winced a little in pain, but the bird was holding him up so little pressure was on his leg. She led him slowly to the back of the cave. There he found saw in the dim light a large shell. There was nothing in it at the moment, but a faint smell came off it. The bird motioned towards it then at his groin while making some soft squawks and clucks.

“I hope this means you’ve figured out what I was trying to say.” Owen told the bird. He wished she wasn’t watching him though. Still he had to go even if he was watched. The Blaziken made ‘ken’ sound again as he pulled down his underwear but other than that didn’t do anything to stop him for peeing. When he was done and had pulled his underwear back up the Blaziken took him back over to the nest and helped him sit back down.

Sitting down next to him the Blaziken gestured for his arm and Owen held it out for her to take hold of. The bird pulled off the leaves as gently as possible, but it still hurt a little. Once they were off the Blaziken wash off the little blood and blue goo on the wound then peered at the bite. She made some deep cluck like sounds, but didn’t appear concerned. At least not as far as Owen could tell. It was a little difficult reading a birds expressions. They were not familiar to him. After a moment of looking and a few gentle prods the Blaziken squeezed a blue berry over the wound, letting the juices cover it like before, then wrapped some fresh long leaves around it.

The Blaziken repeated this with the bite on his left side, only adding a little of the massed up berry to keep the large leaf in place. As she worked Owen found his mind wondering a little, he wondered how she knew what berries and the like to use. As the birds could talk he wondered if it was knowledge that was passed down from one gen to the next. The old bird had certainly seemed to have know what it was doing with his leg. Had it may be taught this Blaziken?

Feeling the brace on his leg loosen Owen looked down to see the bird was taking it off. He guessed it was so it could clean the wound there too. Still he felt a little tense as the leaves where pulled away; his leg really ached without being messed with. Owen wasn’t really surprised to see the bruising looked worse today, he’d had the bone set yesterday after all. The bite, about four or so inches above his ankle, though didn’t’ look any worse than the others.

The Blaziken made the same kind of sounds it had before when it had gazed at his arm as it cleaned the wound. The bird been gentle with the other bites as she’d cleaned them, but Owen could tell she was trying to be even more carful of causing pain now. For some reason it touched him, that the pokemon could care about whether he was in pain or not. Noticing he was gazing at her, the Blaziken paused and cooed at him. Unable to help it Owen smiled at her. He thought he was beginning to rather like the sound of her coo. Even if most of the time he’d heard it he’d been scared or in pain.

Once the Blaziken had rewrapped his leg she carefully put the brace back on as well and then gestured towards the remaining berries as it made the same squawk like sound it had made the day before. He was growing more and more sure it had something to do with food. Looking at the pile, Owen noticed that this time there were more than just berries. There were a number of leafy greens, some of which he recognized and others he didn’t, as well as some roots and nuts. Knowing that pokemon could eat things humans couldn’t Owen was going to stick to things he recognized… but the Blaziken seemed to really want him to eat a couple tiny purple roots, almost like little carrots, that he’d never seen before. She kept putting them back in his hands as she made the ‘food’ noise.

“All right… I’ll eat them.” Owen said giving in. Using a little of the water he had for drinking he cleaned the roots a little more and then took a bit of the first one. It was unexpectedly bitter and Owen couldn’t help but make a face as he swallowed it down. Owen heard the Blaziken click its beak at him and muttered, “I don’t see you eating the nasty things…” Which was true, the bird was eating a Peacha. Still he finished the roots, and hoped they wouldn’t make him sick…

Once he was done the Blaziken make a happy cluck like sound and handed him a peeled Lum. It helped get the bitter taste out of his mouth, for which Owen was happy.

Owen finished eating before the Blaziken and he found himself watching the bird eat. He didn’t find it unnerving when the bird didn’t have blood on her beak and hands. After a few moments he was just looking at the Blaziken, his eyes taking in its form. He’d never seen a Blaziken up close before this so couldn’t help but be curious. As he had been watching her eat berries his gaze first was on her red beak, with its odd V crest that masked most of the pokemon’s face. The feathers on birds head where an off white, beige color. Most were short but a few on the back of its neck, a little above her shoulders, were large and long. They gave the pokemon an appearance of having ‘feathery hair’.

His eyes followed the beige feather down the pokemon’s neck to her chest where a feathery yellow diamond was. It caused the thicker beige feathers into an upside down Vish look. The off white feathers appear a bit flared, making the area look fluffy. If the Blaziken was a human, she’d likely have had something to say about him studying her chest area. She wasn’t though so he didn’t need to worry, though the thought made him wonder what she look like with feathery breast…

After a moment Owen let his eyes look over the rest of the birds body. Below the patch of yellow the feathers change to fine red ones. They covered the rest of her torso and most of her legs and arms. A little past her elbows the feathers stopped and thick darker beige skin could be seen the rest of the way down the arm to her taloned hands . A little below the knees the red feathers turned to yellow again in a jagged line. They stayed yellow down the rest of its legs, though around the ankles the feather got a bit bigger, giving it a flared out look. The Blaziken’s feet, partly hidden by the flared yellow feathers were bird like talons, thought shaped a little different than most birds feet as it ran and walked in a more human like manner.

Owen hadn’t realized the Blaziken had stopped eating and had been watching him for a little bit now as he was looking at her. It wasn’t till she shifted a little that he looked up and saw she was watching him. He wasn’t sure why exactly, she was a pokemon after all, but still he felt a little embarrassed to realize she’d seen him looking her over.

“Ken?” She inquired as she gazed at him, her head tilted a little. After a few moments he got the feeling she doing what he’d done. That she was curiously looking at him. Maybe she was just doing it as he’d done it, but for some reason it made him feel... he wasn’t sure just what. It wasn’t embarrassment. He liked his body well enough he’d never felt the need to hide it. Maybe awkward? Before this having a pokemon see him without any clothing wouldn’t have bothered him. But the way the Blaziken was behaving felt to ‘human’ to him. He saw intelligence in the pokemon now that he’d not have seen before. He wasn’t sure what to think or feel about what she was doing.

Looking away from the Blaziken Owen tried to find the clothes he’d taken off yesterday. He felt the need to cover up. He found them quickly, in a pile next to the nest to his right. He didn’t remember putting them there so wondered if the Blaziken had. Picking up the shirt he pulled it towards himself. He wanted to put it on, but the shirt almost completely covered in dried mud and blood. Something he’d not realized yesterday. It was stiff and crusty feeling in his hands. Looking at it he wasn’t sure he really wanted it on after all… It would just keep reminding him of why it was bloody.

Torn between wanting to have something on and the repulsion he felt for the dried blood Owen just stared at the shirt. Before he could make up his mind what to do, the Blaziken stood up. Looking away from his shirt he watched as she left the cave again. Left alone in the cave he looked back at the shirt before dropping it back where he’d found it. The blood really did bother him too much to want to put it back on.

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Owen was starting to feel restless. It had been hours since the Blaziken had left. Or at least it felt that way to him. All he had to keep track of time was the change of light from the cave mouth. Which he’d been watching for most of the time he’d been alone. Owen couldn’t see too much from where he was, but he could hear a number of sounds from outside the cave. It almost seemed busy out there, but nothing ever passed by the cave mouth. Not even the little Torchic that had wondered in before.

Letting out a frustrated sigh Owen looked away from the hole in the cave wall. Looking at it was just making his desire to get out of the cave worse. He didn’t like being trapped in the cave much. Especially when the only thing keeping him from leaving was his own injuries. He’d never been so helpless before. He didn’t like the feeling at all. There was one thing that bothered him more than that though. The solitude. Being alone wasn’t something that had normally bothered him in the past, but sitting alone in the cave with nothing to keep his mind occupied wasn’t helping him any.

The feelings of fear where creeping back into him. They weren’t as bad as last night, the light shinning in through the open cave mouth helped keep the shadows from seeming menacing . He tried not to think too much about the Mighyena, and wasn’t having too much trouble keeping him mind off the wolf like pokemon at the moment. What his mind returning too were his friends. He had no idea if they’d gotten to safety or not. He knew they’d all been safely on the other side of the landslide he’d been caught up in, but couldn’t help but wonder what had happened after that.

He’d thought where he’d landed hadn’t been far from where they’d set up camp. He could have been wrong of course, but a part of him felt sure of it. That’s why the fact none of them had found him while he waited by the stream bothered him so much. He knew Jake, even as disagreeable about things as he often was, would have been out looking for him the first moment he had been able too. Tom likely at his side. Between their two pokemon, Primeape and Growlithe, it shouldn’t have been too difficult to locate him.

“So why hadn’t they shown up?” He wondered out loud.

“Ken?”

Startled Owen looked back over at the cave entrance. The Blaziken was stand just outside and was peering in at him. Seeing her seemed to cheer him up, and for the moment his worries about his friends and other fears faded to the back of his mind. The feeling didn’t last long though as after a few moments of watching him the Blaziken started to leave again.

“Wait! Don’t go yet.” He called after the bird. The Blaziken clearly couldn’t understand him but his call made her pause and look back in again. She clucked something at him, something he couldn’t understand in turn. It made his frustration return. “I don’t want to be left in here. Being alones getting to me. I can’t keep the thoughts of something happening to Sarah, Jake or Tom out of my head. Some things had to have happened… There’s no way they’d not have come looking for me.”

While he was venting his worries the Blaziken had come back into the cave. She bent down next to the nest and after he’d fallen quiet had started cooing again. Owen doubted she’d understood a word, but guessed she was reacting to his body language. Pokemon seemed to be able to easily pick up on things, even when their trainer tried to hid it. He knew his Sawsbuck had not trouble sensing his moods.

What the bird pokemon did next caught him off guard though. He was scooped up into the Blaziken’s strong arms, not that much unlike the Torchic had been, and was carried out of the cave. They’d come out of the cave on a wide mountain ledge. Peering around a bit Owen could see a few other openings he guessed let to other caves, as well as a couple paths leading farther up the mountain. There was also another tail leading down the mountain. That’s the way the Blaziken started to take him.

Wondering where it was taking him, Owen’s olive green eyes turned for the scenery back to the pokemon. He didn’t feel particularly worried, not with her still quietly cooing. He did feel a bit awkward again though. It felt strange to be carried around like this, not to mention the fact he was still in nothing but his underwear. He felt a little self-conscious of the fact.

The path down the mountain had lead to a large open area. The ground was mostly hard packed earth with some patches of smooth flat stone in a few spots. Down here too there were a number of caves. From one of them flowed a shallow stream. It ran across the clearing, almost dividing it in two, towards the thin line of trees that slowly thickened into a forest.

In the clearing were number of few other pokemon. An older Blaziken that Owen though might be the one that had sent his bone yesterday, and a couple Combusken. The older bird just glanced at him for a moment before going on its way, but the two Combusken had their amber eyes glued to him. Both seemed to start clucking at the same time.

The Blaziken responded in like manner and after a few moments the two yellow and orange somewhat humanoid birds, stopped staring and went into one of the caves. Once they were gone the Blaziken clucked something lowly to herself. Owen wondered what had been said as they themselves entered one of the caves. It was larger than Blaziken’s cave, thought didn’t look much different. Inside there was another Combusken and three Torchic. One of the little chicks ran towards them making excited squawks. Looking down at it Owen wondered if it was the same Torchic from earlier. It was hard to tell as the other two looked the same as this one to him, but he had a feeling it was from its attitude and behavior.

The Blaziken used her foot to gentle push the little chick to the side and set Owen down on the leafy mat the birds where sitting on. She said something to the Combusken and then clucked at him before leaving. Owen watched her go then looked back at the four pokemon. Save for the excited Torchic, which was hoping up and down next to him, the other birds seemed as surprised with him being dropped off with them as he was to be there.
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