Nimh
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Category:
Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
2,008
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pokemon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 7
The tour around Goldenrod City didn’t take as long as Nimh thought it would. Wally didn’t really bother to go inside any of the attractions, except the department store’s top floor to get something to drink. Instead, he’d seemed rather eager to return to Nimh’s base. He had never been able to find the Secret Power TM, so making a base was out of the question.
The two had released some of their Pokémon to let them stretch out for a while. Nimh opened a soda and leaned back in his chair. “They really seem to like it here.” He commented idly.
“They do. I do too.” Wally smiled and rolled onto his back, staring up at the leaf-ceiling. “It’s so relaxing... And I haven’t had a real vacation in so long.”
“We can stay here for a couple days then, it’s no biggie.” He moved over to the desk, opening his laptop and turning on the satellite to watch the news. He grinned. Already they were making a fuss over the disappearance of their Champion.
Nimh looked over his shoulder as Wally let out a cough. It was just a small one though, so he passed it off as pollen tickling his throat.
The Champion sat up and tilted his head, wondering what his friend was up to. He took the chance to study Nimh while the older trainer was otherwise occupied. His hair was still impossibly white, but not as messy as he remembered. That headband he’d always worn was faded now, and seemed more for decoration than to keep his hair in place. The style was different too, more like Steven’s had been when Nimh beat him. It made Wally think of his own hair, and how he hadn’t bothered to change it much over the past years.
‘I wonder if I should let my hair grow out a bit... I’m too easily recognizable, and they’d expect me to cut it...’
“Nimh?”
“Hm?” He looked over to Wally. “Something buggin’ you?”
“What if I’m recognized? They won’t hesitate to hunt us down, take me back home and toss you in jail for kidnapping...” He picked at a button on his shirt. “I don’t want to go back, Nimh. They won’t be able to do anything for me, and even if we never find that Pokémon you’re looking for, at least I’ll have been able to do something instead of just sitting around waiting to die.”
“You are not going to die.” Nimh snapped. Wally was startled by the harsh glare the older trainer was giving him. “Not if I can help it. I’m going to catch that Pokémon, no matter what it takes.”
The two had released some of their Pokémon to let them stretch out for a while. Nimh opened a soda and leaned back in his chair. “They really seem to like it here.” He commented idly.
“They do. I do too.” Wally smiled and rolled onto his back, staring up at the leaf-ceiling. “It’s so relaxing... And I haven’t had a real vacation in so long.”
“We can stay here for a couple days then, it’s no biggie.” He moved over to the desk, opening his laptop and turning on the satellite to watch the news. He grinned. Already they were making a fuss over the disappearance of their Champion.
Nimh looked over his shoulder as Wally let out a cough. It was just a small one though, so he passed it off as pollen tickling his throat.
The Champion sat up and tilted his head, wondering what his friend was up to. He took the chance to study Nimh while the older trainer was otherwise occupied. His hair was still impossibly white, but not as messy as he remembered. That headband he’d always worn was faded now, and seemed more for decoration than to keep his hair in place. The style was different too, more like Steven’s had been when Nimh beat him. It made Wally think of his own hair, and how he hadn’t bothered to change it much over the past years.
‘I wonder if I should let my hair grow out a bit... I’m too easily recognizable, and they’d expect me to cut it...’
“Nimh?”
“Hm?” He looked over to Wally. “Something buggin’ you?”
“What if I’m recognized? They won’t hesitate to hunt us down, take me back home and toss you in jail for kidnapping...” He picked at a button on his shirt. “I don’t want to go back, Nimh. They won’t be able to do anything for me, and even if we never find that Pokémon you’re looking for, at least I’ll have been able to do something instead of just sitting around waiting to die.”
“You are not going to die.” Nimh snapped. Wally was startled by the harsh glare the older trainer was giving him. “Not if I can help it. I’m going to catch that Pokémon, no matter what it takes.”