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 Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 3:19 am
Hello New Land, My Name is Meeka!
The crisp ocean tang washed against the young maiden's face, breezing up her orange flared hair as her brown gaze concentrated out to the horizon in front of her. Wingulls of a countless number drifted along with the ocean current below, flapping their wings every so little while and crying out to each other as they flew. As the boat trudged on through the water, a young girl next to the maiden was upchucking her lunch, looking quite green as the boat rocked and caused her to bend her head over the deck again. "M-Meeka..." groaned the young girl towards the maiden, who was obviously the dubbed Meeka. "When are we going to get-" A small pause was taken to allow the little girl to barrel over her meal again, than she continued. "When are we going to get there?" Meeka glanced down to the girl next to her, patting her back with a small chuckle. "Soon, Medley. I know ya aren't taking this trip too well...But we will git there soonish."
Medley flashed her sister an ominous glare before teetering over to a chair that was splayed out to the front of the boat. "Well, we better!" she said angrily. "I can't taken the rocking of this damn boat!" Meeka chuckled again as she returned her gaze to the ocean in front of her. Suddenly, land appeared before her. Excitement grew within the breeder and she immediately hopped up on the traveling boat's bow, pointing out in front of her as if she was the captain of the ship. "Land, hoooooo!" she cried out in utter glee, laughing energetically to herself. Medley casted her a glance and groaned. "I don't think that is safe to do..." she said as the boat continued to sway. Meeka laughed. "Why would this not be safe, eh?" she questioned, smirking. But the breeder quickly learned her answer when the boat suddenly made a sharp turn towards the port. She lost her balance and went flying into the ocean below, causing a large splash.
Out of panic, Medley rushed to the front of the boat and yelled to the steerer up top to bring the ship to a halt. As the engine of the aquatic vessel purred to a stop, Medley threw a life ring to her sister. The breeder caught hold of the floating dough nut and was brought to the safety of the boat. "I told you it was dangerous." she said, frowning to her sister. Meeka just laughed. "A'sides, I could've used a dip anehway!" she replied.
The boat gave a content toot to tell the passengers that they have finally reached their destination. Medley agreed with the boat in a soft sigh as she calmly followed off the boat with the other group of people, glad to be off after such a long trip. Smiling, Medley laughed. "There was such one long trip, eh Meeka?" she said, expecting to start up a conversation with her sister. After a small moment without a reply, Medley turned her head. "Meeka?" she questioned but noticed that her sister was not by her side. Rather, she had managed to make her way to the tippy top of the boat.
Pointing on to the horizon, Meeka smiled brightly. "Zatao! Prepare yourself!" she called, causing the other passengers and her fuming sister to stare up at her in awe. "My name is Meeka and I am going to be raising a Pokemon family here, you better take care of me and my sis!" Medley growled before flailing. "Meeka, get your a** down here this instant! We gotta go and see if our cabin is ready!" Meeka flashed her sister a wide grin before loosing her balance and falling straight down into the water again. Her sister slapped her face into her palm and went to throw her the life ring. As she got tugged in, Meeka raised her fist into the air and shouted,
"Hello new land, my name is Meeka!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 1:52 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 2:43 am
Uncommon Kindness
*Told from the point of view of Territe the Pikachu
She was a kind soul, but she was suffering slowly to death by a heavenly embodiment that refused to grant her redemption. She was my mother, my master, my . . . only friend. I became hers when I was but a young one, naive to the unkind and disgusting world around me and easy to please with the simplest of pleasures. She graced me with presents, with an unending supply of love and the necessities of life. Her name was Monica Belle and she was a human. But even with her species, she made a true pact:
"I will never leave you." she said in a soft murmur, a confidential promise whispered into my ear. "I will always be your friend, and you always my best friend. I will stay by your side and never go away. I promise."
Miss Monica Belle and I grew into a close relationship as we played together. We frequented into the garden of her large, Victorianesque house that resided quaintly on a cliff by the sea. Her father was a blunt human who didn't do much. He always stayed in the corner room on the first floor of the house, which I believed many called the study. He talked on and on to other well dressed humans like himself that he called 'clients'. Monica and her father were quite different from other humans who lived in smaller houses and made a living by scavenging off the land. Both of them seemed to have an easier life . . . from my point of view.
But such circumstances never mattered to me. All I cared about was my human, Miss Monica Belle, whom I adored with all my heart. She gave me life, so she was my life, my world, my general everything. I was a dedicated Pokemon to her and it was quite evident she knew. Our happiness continued and as she aged, I aged, even changing form due to her continuous love, attention, and kindness. It was than when I felt her heartbeat, when our hearts connected and we became two symbiotic souls. I felt her heart waver when she was sorrowed, her thumps quicken as she was excited. It was a gift, a gift telling me that even when I am alone, she will always be with me.
However, with the granting of this gift came the horror of losing the giver. Miss Monica Belle grew terribly ill. She would halt while running as we played to catch her breathe more often, her appetite decreased rapidly and she hardly ate and blood seemed to drain from her face with each passing day. Her illness grew worse as time passed on and there were even days when she didn't even leave her bed to rid waste from her body. Everyone who knew her was worried, but I was the only one who never left her side, keeping the promise she made to me the first day I was presented to her.
But what frightened me most was that her heartbeat slowed rapidly and there were times when it almost slowed to a stop. There was nothing I could do though but sit quietly by her side. Even as I stayed in her company, I couldn't stop the single thought that she wouldn't make it. She was just suffering . . . suffering slowly and I cursed whoever stood up in the clouds for making her feel so much pain. She was a kind soul . . . she did not deserve this . . . not at all.
Monica's father hardly did much. He would visit her, question if she was going to be alright than venture off to get more business done with his clients. The maids would fly in and out of her room twice a day before cutting their job time early and heading home. She noticed this in her pain and became so sickened by it, even wanted me to leave her be.
"Leave me alone you stupid beast!" she'd holler in complaint with her frail arms thrashing from side to side trying to shoo me away. "Why don't you just abandon me? Everyone else has forgotten me in this world, you should do the same!"
I denied her request for some time before I opened my eyes to reality. There was possibly a cure out there, somewhere. However, I knew nothing of its whereabouts or a path to follow in order to find it. All I had was the open world and my four paws to take me there. I was the only one Monica had left. The only one who can find her what she needed to get better. I wanted to see her smile again, to run with her again, to . . . to love her like a child again. But that could only be done by me severing my relationship with me . . . and I feared she would never forgive me if I ever made the choice. But I threw that thought behind me and began by journey in the night, escaping through an intricate array of troubles before finding myself in a whole new different land.
I learned the world was unkind when I met the inhabitants of this new land. I called out for help, from human and Pokemon alike, but was completely ignored. I even forced myself upon them by asking questions and still was not heeded. My faith of finding a cure quickly diminished.
"I'm never going to find it." I would tell myself. But even with that thought, I trudged on . . . defying myself past my own strength and denying food with the last lingering hope that there was something out there to save the female human whom I admired. Unfortunately, stretching on my necessities for life was clearly a large mistake. I collapsed one day and drifted off into the darkness, believing all that I worked for was futile.
But something pulled me back from the depths of death, a shining silver thread cast down into the enigma of lost regrets. My savior showed me the uncommon kindness not found in this new land and I knew this by the beating warmth in her bosom as she ran through the rain to take me to her home. I snuggled into her natural heat as the rain poured on, praying and wishing to whatever god or goddess that reigned over the world of Pokemon for this warmth to not be a lie. Then, I was greeted with darkness once more . . . but that was of the darkness of rest.
I awoke some time later in a daze, unsure of how long I had truly slept. There was clearly sun filtering through the open windows ahead of me, signaling I had slept to at least the morning of a new day. I slowly analyzed my surroundings, turning my head about to try and figure out where I was. I was in some sort of shop from just details alone. There was certainly a lot of merchandise and I could only guess that is wasn't very successful if its shelves were still packed with items. I turned my head the other way to spy a young girl preparing something in an oven, oblivious to the fact I had awoken. Picking myself up from rest, I gave a tiny coo to show I was alright. The young girl turned, smiled quaintly, and strode up to me with a finger to my forehead.
"Your fever has gone down greatly," she spoke with a small nod. "I hope you are alright . . . Here, have something to eat!"
The young girl forced a platter full of brownish soup in front of me and squatted down to watch me, for all I can guess, eat. I stared at her for a moment. She had wonderful eyes, blue in color that reflected a large amount of light. They were surely beautiful and I wished to not stop looking at them. There was kindness in the eyes of this young girl . . . but also a lot of anger. I saw this part of her when another human girl entered into the room, in which the young girl's eyes dulled to a darkened slate.
"Is she alright?" the other older human female spoke, tilting her head with a voice that could melt the moon. "I've brought some bandages . . . but I do not know if she is truly hurt or not."
The younger girl gave a deep sigh and shook her head. "Didn't I tell you before that she was fine? All she had was a fever, nothing more." replied the young girl. Her tone of voice had changed. Instead of sounding kind, it downed itself a note to something more serious. I became curious to this sudden change. Was it intentional or something else?
The older woman placed her hand to her cheek and laughed lightly. Afterward, she shrugged her shoulders and led herself out of the room with her items in tow. The younger girl turned herself back to me as the other left. I was so transfixed in their conversation I realized I had not touched my food. In a haste, I smooched my head into the bowl of food and swallowed what I could. The young girl just laughed and I smiled too though it wasn't quite evident.
Smiling again, the young girl repeated the same gesture of checking my temperature before speaking.
"You can stay here as long as you want, we'll house you until you feel the need to leave." she said before turning on the ball of her heel and leaving the room so I can eat in solitude.
For the next following days, I met the other members living inside the unsuccessful shop. There was many . . . from a deer who released a large array of noxious gasses from his rumpus to a science experiment who escaped seeking a better life. Each and every one of the inhabitants of the shop had a unique personality . . . but I had the most fun with them. Everyday we played together, we laughed together, ate together, heck . . . we even slept together! I was having so much fun I did not notice the serious mistake I had made.
In all the time of fun and action, I had not noticed Monica's heartbeat had stopped.
And when I did, I cried. I cried for ignoring her in my sudden enjoyment. I cried for her death, assuming she had died alone. I cried for my avaricious nature of wanting to smile and play with her again. And lastly, I cried because now . . . I was truly alone in this world. Many had tried to comfort me, from the young and older female humans who had taken me in to the other Pokemon who now considered me family. But none of their empathetic touches of sympathy could truly relate to how I was feeling.
I bounded myself up into my darkened heart . . . and began to hate them. I lashed out at them when they came close, moved away from them when I ate, brooded constantly with anger. I made myself believe they were the ones to blame for my beloved human's death. I persuaded myself that they were the ones who caused her to die alone. That they were the ones who took away the only person I ever loved!
A week after the realization of my owner's death, I was napping in a hollowed cranny located in the back of the shop. No one had found me here and it became my most frequented place to visit. However, I was awakened when the young girl who had saved me peeked into the area where I resided.
"Come on out of there." she beckoned and I refused by staying in place. She tried to persuade me again with the same gesture and received the same reply. She sighed in either agitation or disappointment before turning the other way. I had suspected her of leaving but rather she pulled up a chair and spoke into the tiny crack.
"Listen, something is obviously bothering you." she said with a twist of her mouth. "I do not know what it is, but we are here for you. We will always be here for you, promise. Everyone is worried about you, so please . . . feel better soon."
The young girl walked away next and I heard her footsteps arch off to back to the front of the store. I felt a twitch of anger fume inside me as I crawled out of the wall space and walked in her direction. What I saw nearly caused me to break down.
Everyone, the ones who had considered me family, were in tears. They were crying, sobbing altogether in a group. As I neared them, I felt a heartbeat . . . than another, and another, and another . . . before I felt everyone's heartbeat swelled in my chest. They were all hurting, saddened . . . and I could only guess it was because of how I was feeling.
"They understand . . . " I thought with another step closer. "They understand . . . my pain."
The group - no, my family had noticed by presence and all turned to me with tears in their eyes. I looked with the same watered eyes and we all cried together until we became exhausted with sleep.
In the stillness of the night as my family rested, I awakened from sleep and took myself outside. I looked to the sky above where diamonds flickered mocking hellos to the world below. Taking a seat, I pursed my lips and bowed my head in apology.
"I am sorry Monica." I said in a somber tone. "I am sorry . . . for not being there when you needed me. I am sorry for turning my back on you. But please . . . do know I loved you. I loved you more than I loved myself and I want to thank you for living, for being born and having the chance to grace me with your love, smiles and kindness. I love you Monica and I miss you. But now . . . I must live for this family. My new family. I have come to love them Monica and I hope you understand. You will always have a place in my heart . . . but I just hope you are willingly to share that place with the others who have also taken place inside it. Thank you Monica. I love you and . . . I hope you are happy wherever you are."
With a deep sigh, I turned and wandered back to bed. Tomorrow was the start of a new day . . . and the start of a new life with my family.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 2:39 pm
Crikey! What a Christmas!Snorta the Christmas Snorlax was surely hard at work that night, delivering toys to all the girls and boys of Zatao. Unfortunately, a little tyke by the name of Medley Jickel had not been a good girl that year. Her quick anger had gotten the better of her the few months she and her sister had been in Zatao and it showed all she was going to get was a lump of coal that year.
Snorta sighed heavily to the harshness of her. All the little boys and girls of Zatao had been good that year besides her. As he removed a large lump of coal from his sack, a petite Pikachu with ribbons adorning her ears wandered up to the obese Pokemon. She whispered a yawn before staring up at Snorta. The Snorlax froze. He had been caught! Oh goodness!
However, the Pikachu ignored his sudden fear as she wandered closer up to him, curious.
"Sir." she whispered through the darkness. "Sir, may you please tell me what you are currently doing by the tree?"
Snorta swelled up to repress his fear when he saw that the Pikachu meant no harm.
"I am leaving presents for your family." he replied with slight angst. "And a lump of coal for the little girl here."
The Pikachu flicked her ears up. "A lump of coal...?" she questioned with sudden sadness. "You are leaving a lump of coal for Medley? How horrendous...She saved me..."
Snorta hesitated when he turned to place the lump of coal down.
"Excuse me, Miss...May you repeat that?" he asked.
The Pikachu sighed in disappointment. "Miss Medley saved me when I was on the brink of seeing death. By Arceus, she is the kindest person I have ever met...even though she does get very angry sometimes."
Snorta swelled up again. Had he been wrong? The Christmas Snorlax smiled under his breathe before tossing the coal back into his sack and pulled out small wind-up toys with tags laced onto them. He stuffed the handful of trinkets under the tree before turning back towards the fire place.
The Pikachu with red ribbons in her ears marveled at the toys. "Oh...Oh my! Thank you Snorta! She will enjoy these!"
The Snorlax smiled lazily as he turned with a sharp jerk, winked at the Pikachu, and flew up the chimney in a gust of fairy dust.
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