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Mountain Storm	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 7684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 5

At first the bird pokemon, save for the Torchic bouncing around next to him in excitement, just watched Owen. The other two chicks weren’t as fearless and or nearly as curious. After a few moments of staring at each other one of the Torchic hurried over to the Combusken and hid behind the orange and yellow humanoid bird. The other remained where it was looking back and forth between the hiding chick and the excited one. It would start to move towards the Combusken only to stop and look back as the excited chick called out.

The Combusken its self didn’t seem to know what to do either. It kept looking at the cave mouth like it hoped this was a joke and the Blaziken and would be back any second to take him back. After realizing that wasn’t going to happen the large bird let out a sigh like sound. Almost a ‘why me’ kind of noise.

Owen couldn’t help but give the pokemon a sheepishly look in response and ran a hand though his dirty green hair. He didn’t know for sure, but he guessed the bird was a babysitter, or should it be ‘chicksitter’ for the young birds. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make your job harder.” He told the bird in what he hoped was a friendly manor.

The yellow and orange humainoid bird blinked its big amber eyes at him and clucked back something. After a moment it looked away from him back to the chicks. It squawked at the one hopping up and down next to him, and made a gesture towards the other two Torchics. Whatever the Combusken had told it, the little orange chick didn’t seem to want to do it. It puffed up a bit like it had earlier when it first saw him and chirped back at the larger bird.

The Combusken clucked and clicked its beak as it said something to the chick, but the Torchic still didn’t seem to want to do as told. It moved behind Owen and let out shrill wobble like sound. With a shake of its head the bird gave up and sighed again.

“Chic!” The Torchic happily called out as it come back out and turned its dark beady eyes on Owen.

Watching it Owen had a feeling it was a real handful for its sitter. He wondered how often it didn’t want to do as it was told? As he looked at the little bird he felt sure it must have run off when the Combusken wasn’t looking earlier, and ended up at the cave. Turning his eyes towards the Combusken he noted it seemed to be keeping an eye on this chick a little more than the other two. He couldn’t say for sure it wasn’t because it was bouncing around him though. Likely had to do with both it being close to him and which chick it was.

Reaching down slowly Owen placed couple fingers on its head, just in front of the large yellow crest feathers. The tiny feathers that covered the chick were softer than he expected them to be. Before he really thought about what he was doing he was petting the chicks head. The little bird seemed to like it as it leaned into the touch. He could see the Combusken was really watching them, but it didn’t seem upset with what he was doing so didn’t pay it too much mind.

“I’m glad you’re not afraid of me.” He told the chick as he stoked it. He found he really liked the little chick. It might be a trouble maker, but Owen was glad it was. He liked its attitude.

The Torchic tilted it had a little and watched Owen with it large dark eyes before and chirped something happy sounding up at him. Unable to help it the man smiled back to the chick. A soft rustling drew his eyes towards the chick that had been standing between them and the Combusken. It was a lot closer now and was looking at the happy chick he was petting, thought keep a wary eye on him too. The chick he was petting cheeped happily at it and darted around the little bird. Using its head the Torchic pushed other chick closer still. It made an unhappy sound, but didn’t really fight it.

“Hey, no pushing.” Owen told the chick and pulled it away from the other. The Torchic squirmed in his hold and Owen quickly let go again. He’d just reacted and forgot for a moment they where wild pokemon that might not react well to being picked up. The Torchic didn’t seem to be bothered at all though by it. The only thing it seemed to not like was being reprimanded. It seemed even if it couldn’t understand what he’d said, the Torchic still got what he’d meant.

Glancing over at the Combusken that was watching them Owen looked for any sign that it was upset he’d picked up the chick for a moment. He couldn’t really tell what it was thinking though. It’s face seemed expressionless, or at least he didn’t know the bird well enough to pick anything up. A squawk from one of the two chicks before him drew his eyes back to the chicks. One of them, he guessed the timid one, was flat on its stomach with the other right behind it once again.

“You really are a trouble maker.” Owen said. He’d only taken his eyes off the chick for a few seconds but that had been enough time apparently.

Both chicks looked up at him, and the trouble maker chirped something. “Yes, I’m talking to you.” He told the chick. He doubted it understood a word, or it likely would be so happy he was talking to it. Looking at the other chick he slowly reached towards it to help it back up. Its eyes were glued to his hand but it let him help it back to its feet. Once it was up the energetic Torchic tugged on the feathers of one of its tiny wings and then chirped something before darting off around Owen as fast as it could go.

After a moment of seemingly trying to decide if it wanted to run around him, the chick ran after it and soon the two were running all around the large cave. They ran around him and the Combusken a good number of times, often calling out to the third chick to join them. It would sometimes respond with a click of its beak, but refused to come out from behind the Combusken.

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A few hours later found Owen with two sleeping Torchic. The more timid one was curled up next to him while the other had decided his lap was a good place to sleep. Absent mindedly he stroked the little orange chick. The chicks had run around for a lot longer then he’d have expected before they wore themselves out. The other chick was standing by the Combusken, though wasn’t hiding so much now. It was looking at the two sleeping chicks. From how it was blinking often Owen had the feeling it was tired it’s self, even if it hadn’t run around to much. In the end it had joined the other too in play, but had keep close to the Combusken even then.

The Combusken clucked something to it. It chick shook it’s little head and then the humanoid bird clucked something else to the chick. With one last look at the other Torchic with him the chick settled down next to bird and closed its eyes. It didn’t take too long for the chicks breathing to soften with slumber.

Now that the three chicks where sleeping, Owen could feel the Combuskens amber eyes on him. It had looked at him from time to time as the chicks had played but its full attention hadn’t been on him then. Now it was really studding him, with a thoughtful look. Now and then it would look at the two sleeping Torchic. Before Owen had thought maybe it wanted them to keep away from him, but now it didn’t seem bothered but it. At least not that he could tell.

“Com…” It said quietly to its self after a few minutes of staring at him. Getting up carefully as not to disturb the sleeping chick the Combusken walked over to one of the cave walls. There were a number of long leaves, grass’s and the like piled there that he’d not noticed before in his quick look around of the cave when the Blaziken had first dropped him off.

The yellow and orange bird picked up an armful of the grasses and what might be a rolled up mat like what they were sitting on. The Combusken carried it back over and sat back down by the sleeping chick. It started to sort out the grasses and then unrolled the bundle. He saw it was a mat similar to the one they were sitting on, just not as big. It wasn’t finished yet though and Owen watched with interest as the pokemon picked up a piece of the thick grass and started to weave it in.

The bird didn’t seem to have nearly as much difficulty making the mat with it claw like fingers as Owen thought it would have. As the Combusken worked he noticed it had hands much like Blazikens, but it was hard to see them as the feathers covered all but the inch or so long claws at the end of each of its three short fingers.

Owen watched it work for near half an hour before the bird realized he was watching it work with more interest than to just stave off boredom. It paused for a moment to look at him. Picking up a few pieces of the long thick grass the bird held them out toward him and clucked something to him.

Owen looked between the offered grass and the Combusken. His best guess as to what it was doing was that it was offering to show him how to weave the grasses together. Reaching out slowly Owen took the offered materials. He looked at the thick grass for a moment then back to the humanoid bird pokemon.

The Combusken taught him the best it could how to weave the grass into a mat without being able to talk to him and explain things. It most involved slowly showing him how to do it. It started off by picking up a few new pieces of grass and starting a new mat so he could copy what it did. The Combusken was incredibly patient and didn’t seem to mind doing things over a few times till he got it. Once Owen had gotten the hang of what to do the bird went back to the mat it was working on, though now and then looked over to see how he was doing.

The grass weaving he was doing wasn’t nearly as good as the Combuskens, but Owen was having a little fun. It wasn’t as hard as he’d thought it would be, though it was time consuming. It was obvious it would take a while to make something like the mat.

He was feeling rather happy the bird had shown him how to weave the grass’s too. Even if it hadn’t ended up kind of fun, that alone was worth the effort he was putting into it. Owen felt the Combusken had to not mind his presence to much, and maybe even have accepted him being there. If it hadn’t wanted him around, he couldn’t imagine it showing him how to weave.

Owen had gotten his weaving about a foot long when the chick on his lap shifted and let out a little yawn as it woke up. It looked up at him with beady eyes before looking over at the weaving he’d been doing. “Chic?” It carefully got up and hoped to the ground to inspect his work. It lost interest a few moments later though as a Blaziken entered the cave with a bunch of berries, leafy greens, and the like. Way faster then he’d have though it could move; the chick was over by the Blaziken and running around the evolved pokemon while chirping.

Owen recognized it as ‘his Blaziken’. Like when he’d been dropped off the bird used her foot to push the chick out of the way and started into the cave. Looking at the woven grasses she tilted her head and clucked out a question. Combusken responded with some clucks and clicks of its beak and the evolved bird nodded as it set down the food. By now all the Torchics had woken up and ran over to the pile of berries. The energetic Torchic used its beak to pick out a peacha that was almost too heavy for it to lift and waddled it over to Owen.

“Chic!” it happily called out after setting it on his foot.

Looking at the little chick Owen clucked a little and picked up the berry, “Thanks.” He told the little orange chic as it ran back over to the pile and got its self an equally large pink berry.

The Blaziken made a coo like sound at the sight as she sat down next to him as he picked up the pink berry. Unlike the previous times she’d cooed it sounded more like a laugh this time. Owen like the sound and found himself gazing over at her. He though she looked happy, though it was hard to tell for sure. After a few moments she tilted her head to look at him as well and Owen smiled quickly before he started to eat. The bird couldn’t exactly smile back at him, the pokemons beak just didn’t allow for it, but her eyes reflected its happiness well enough as she ate some of the berries and nuts.

As he ate Owen wondered at how he was feeling now. He’d obviously didn’t like being alone so had wanted the pokemon around, but he was rather enjoying being around all the birds. He didn’t think it was just because it was company. He’d liked watching the playing chicks. The energetic one had made him smile time and again. He’d even started to like the Combusken for it showing him how to weave.

Gazing around at all the birds, he wondered if there intelligence was part of it. The more he watched the birds and heard them taking to one another the more they intrigued him.

As Owen was finishing his last berry another Blaziken entered the cave. His eyes where instantly drawn toward the pokemon. It was one he’d not seen before and felt a little nervous. It was a little bigger than any he’d seen before. Not only was it taller, but seemed a bit more one the muscular side as well. Even its V shaped crest over its forehead was a few inches longer than the Blaziken’s next to him.

The cave went quiet as the Blaziken noticed him. At first it just stood near the cave entrance and stared at him. After a moment it looked over at the Blaziken sitting next to him and clucked something at her. For a few minutes the two humanoid birds clucked and squawked at each other before the larger Blaziken looked back at him, it’s gaze intense. Its face didn’t show any obvious hostility, but he wasn’t sure that meant much. Not when he couldn’t read its expressions anyway.

After a moment it clucked something, and Owen again wished he could understand the birds. He didn’t like not knowing what the two had said, not when it was likely about him. The large bird came closer and bent down to get a better look at him. Owen didn’t like it too much. Now that it was so near the intense look in its was even more unnerving. The only reason he wasn’t afraid was the Blaziken next to him wasn’t acting worried. He believed she’d not let anyone hear hurt him.

After a moment the larger Blaziken reached out with a taloned finger to touch the leafs wrapped around his left arm. It clucked something and his Blaziken nodded and clucked back in response. Its eye’s moved from his arm to his bruise covered chest, and for a moment Owen though it was going to touch those too, but then a series of cheeps and chirps pulled its attention away. The Torchic that seemed to like him had come over and was looking up at the larger Blaziken. The bird tilted its head and looked over at Owen as it clucked something back before picking up the chick. The Torchic twisted around in the Blaziken arms and chirped at him.

As the larger Blaziken left with the chick Owen watched them go. He wondered if it was one of the chicks parents. If so he hoped it wouldn’t keep the chick away from him. He had no real clue what the bird felt about him. Its gaze was intense, but didn’t know if that just how it was or if it came from a dislike. Frowning a little he looked away from the cave mouth. It didn’t him any good worrying about things he had no control over.

His Blaziken had gotten up while his mind was preoccupied and he saw she’d gathered up the grass he’d been weaving together and had put the stuff back over by the wall. At the moment she was putting the leftover food in a shell. She place that over by crafting materials too. When she was finished she came back over and clucked something to him before pulling him to his feet. From there she pulled him into her feathery arms.

Being carried again felt just as awkward as the first time. It also made Owen realize the pokemon strength. She didn’t seem fazed by his weight at all and carried him easily. He wasn’t a large guy, but neither was he a toothpick. Maybe it bothered him as he didn’t think he could carry the Blaziken around like this. He didn’t know if she’d weigh close to what he did, but they were similar in size.

Outside the cave were six Combusken and a couple more Blaziken in the clearing. The Blaziken seemed to be heading towards the cave they’d exited. Most of the birds looked at him, thought only a couple said anything to them as they went thought the clearing.

As they went Owen looked around at all the bird pokemon interest, even though he felt even more awkward but the looks he got from them. At least none of their gazes matched the Blaziken from before.

Owen wasn’t sure if all the Combusken he could see where new or not, but he was sure this was the first time he’s seen the other two Blaziken. Neither was old and he could see the one with the Torchic heading up the mountain side path. So that meant there was at least five Blaziken, seven Combusken and three Torchic’s in this… flock? There were birds still, even if humanoid in shape in the higher forms, so Owen thought the group would be a flock. He wondered if fifteen pokemon in the group would be large or not. He really didn’t know much about the pokemon so couldn’t say what was normal.

As the Blaziken carried him up the path Owen noticed the sun was starting to set, painting the clouds with reds and purples. It didn’t surprise him to realize how much time had past with the Torchic. He’d enjoyed watching the chicks play and then found the weaving enjoyable. Much more then he’d expected. He’d mostly been interested in watching the Combusken work, but hadn’t wanted to pass up learning from the pokemon either. Learning about pokemon was what he did after all. He just hadn’t thought to learn from them.

When they got back to Blaziken’s cave the bird set Owen back down in the nest. The supplies needed to clean and dress his wounds where already waiting next to it. Sitting down before him the red and yellow bird reached out for him arm. Without any hesitation Owen held it out for the pokemon. He was a little surprised at how fast he’d gotten used to this and just how much he was already starting to trust the Blaziken. He just couldn’t imagine her harming him in anyway. He trusted her nearly as much as his Sawsbuck.

Thinking of the buck he looked at the sky he could through the cave mouth. He really hoped the deer was alright where ever he was. He’d gotten the Sawsbuck as a Deerling for his first pokemon from his uncle on his thirteenth birthday. His parents hadn’t let him get an official starter as they hadn’t wanted him leaving home; they’d thought it was important he get a good education. They’d said when Owen was finished with school and older he could train and battle pokemon if he wanted. He hadn’t liked it then, but now he was kind of glad for it. If he’d been out training pokemon he might not have gone to college. If that had happened then Owen wasn’t sure he’d have gotten into studying pokemon.

He’d found it the class interesting in school, but it was thanks to one of his professors letting him come on a research trip that he truly got into it. It was one thing to read and theorize about pokemon, but totally another to go out an really see things first hand. And his Sawsbuck had been there with him through it all. He wanted to think the pokemon would be safe with his friends, but as he didn’t know if they were safe he found little reassurance in the thought.

“Ken?”

Pulled out of his depressing thoughts Owen realized the Blaziken was finished with his arm and side. All that was left to do was his leg. The bird was looking at him though and Owen wondered if his worry about his Sawsbuck and friends had shown on his face.

“I’m alright.” He told her and tried to smile. It didn’t fully reach his eyes though.

The Blaziken eyed him for a few moments longer before it got to work on his leg. It ached as she untied the brace and removed the leaves wrapped around it. It hurt and closed his eyes for a moment till it got better then looked down. It really didn’t seem much different than this morning. After the Blaziken cleaned off the blue berry juice from the wound Owen noticed the bite wounds all seemed to be scabbed over. There wasn’t any blood on the leaf and it hadn’t bled any when the Blaziken had washed it either.

The Blaziken make a pleased sounding cluck and then squeezed a little juice over the wound, about half what she’d been putting on it till now, and wrapped a fresh leaf around it before putting the brace back on. Once she was done Owen looked over at the shell he’d peed in earlier. He needed to relive himself again. And he likely should do it before it got any darker in here. The cave was getting quickly getting dimmer and dimmer.

“I need to go again. Can you help me?” Owen asked looking back at the bird. As he spook Owen motioned to his groin and then to the shell again.

The Blaziken clucked something and got up. She helped him to his feet and helped him over to the shell once more. She watched as his pulled down his underwear again, and seemed to eye his package. Or at least it seemed she was. He wasn’t sure the pokemon knew just what it was she was studying. Still it made him feel a little flustered. When he was finished quickly pulled his underwear up again and let the Blaziken take him back over to the nest and set him back down. Once he was settled she went over to the cave mouth and put up the cover. The cave instantly darkened to the point her had a hard time seeing anything.

Like night before the Blaziken had no trouble come back over and laid down next to him. Owen felt a gentle tug on his arm and laid down as well. The bird rolled over a little and draped a feathered arm across his chest. He could feel the pokemon’s feathers on his bare skin and felt the heat the pokemon radiated. It reminded him of how they been when he woke up. He kind of enjoyed the feeling of her arm over his chest. Part of him didn’t think he should like it, or that he should move out of the pokemon’s hold, but ignored the it and let himself relax as he closed his eyes. He’d worry about it after he’d woken up.
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