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A Lover’s Quarrel
A Short Story
RING RING RING
I swear to God one day I’m going to smash that damn clock into smithereens! My name is Richard Harrison. I’m an assistant pokemon breeder. Eighteen years old, and still unable to get a pokemon. I’ve always wanted to be a pokemon trainer, but my damn father would never drive me down to Sandgem town to get me a pokemon from the professor. Instead, I’m stuck in this retarded cowboy town, Solaceon. Day in and day out all we get are wannabe cowboys talking about how their little Ponyta. One day I WILL be out of here.
So I swung off my cotton sheets and slipped my size twelve feet in some socks. Dragging my feet across the floor I struggled to stay awake and force myself downstairs to get some breakfast. I saw my dad standing by the window above our sink and trash can combo. My father was a towering 6’11, and was the one of the most pristine breeders in all of Solaceon. Although today, something was amiss about him.
“Hey dad, what wrong?”
Dad started eying the ranch
Dad turned to me, looking down. “Rich, e’ she just ain’t happy”
“Who’s not happy?” I asked curiously
“My little nedo’” He said as he turned back to me
My dad had a pair of lovebirds, or better yet loves Nidorans. One a girl and one a boy. Those two have always been lovers, and nothing could possibly break them up. So why wouldn’t the little girl be happy?
“Come outside wit’ me Richard”
Dad swung open the big wooden door, letting the light burn my not-yet-adjusted eyes. The walked over to the ranch, which was conveniently located right outside their house. In a town where breeding was everything, such a lot cost him a fortune. As we walked toward the ranch, I immediately saw the problem. Right there in the front of the vast breeding was a female nidoran that was crying its eyes out.
“Ay’ just don’ understand……what’s wrong wit’ it?”
“Well, do you think its mate my have left?” I responded
“Naw, its mate returns lots’, but she just rejects em’. It’s like they’ve had some kind of fight….
I wonder, could pokemon have lover’s fight? It just sounded ridiculous. What exactly could the male nidoran have done to cause this odd behavior? Almost on command, the male nidoran went over to the female and stopped. I noticed there was just something wrong about the nidoran, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Then something happened that was quite surprising.
“Nido?’ squeaked the female
It was then right before our eyes the male slammed into the female and began to bully her to the best of the small pokemon. My big softy of a dad apparently couldn’t take the sight of it and ran back into out small wooden house.
“Dad, come back!” I pleaded, even I couldn’t stand this, but my call was to no avail. Dad was just too disturbed by the sight of such a good couple fighting. Even I could barely stand the sight! Just what got in to the nidoran? I wanted to grab that little purple pokemon, but if I got one of its little spikes in my skin, I would be in bed for months! What could I do?
Luckily I then noticed something that was different about this nidoran than that of the one Dad had been obsessing over for months. The horn on his head was almost twice the size of the nidoran that the girl had fallen in love with! There’s no way that a horn could grow so fast….unless.
“That’s not the right Nidoran!”
This Nidoran must have done something with the real one. While at first I thought that it would be a good idea to tell my dad at this point, I couldn’t. If he found that his prize nidoran had been lost, he would erupt like a camerupt! I would have to solve this on my own. I may not agree with dad with his hobbies, but he was still my father, and I needed to help him. This would have to be a secret. The imposter Nidoran eventually left the beaten female one alone.
I jumped the fence (something that no body was allowed to do, as all pokemon should be left alone). I ran through the grassy fields, trying to hide from the occasional breeder feeding their pokemon. I found I had already lost the little nidoran, so now I guess I was just running in its general direction. As I ran more, I started to see a forest on the horizon. Great….a forest….that just helps a WHOLE lot trying to find the little bugger.
As the forest grew closer I could already imagine the little caterpie crawling all over me….I really hated forests. I’m going to be bathing for weeks just to get the damn smell off me. Once I reached the forest, I started to look around for some sign of Nidoran. The forest floor was way to grainy to leave footprints. How would I find the pokemon?
As I slowly looked around the canopy to try and find some sort of clue, I heard whimpering. It sounded like a hurt skitty, but much more scratchy. I slowly tried to follow the pathetic sound, pushing aside branches as I advanced through the forest. As the sound began to get louder, a little pokemon came into view. The Nidoran! This wasn’t the impostor however; this was the original one, the female’s mate. The little pokemon had a little hole in a tree where it was hiding. I simply assumed that the little guy was hiding from the impostor, but it was just a simple theory.
“What are you doing here little guy?”
“Nido Nido” the tiny pokemon said
“I know for some reason you must be scared of that other Nidoran, but you need to come with me”
“Niiido’ cried the Nidoran
The little nidoran stood up and got behind me, agreeing to follow back to the town.
“Don’t worry little guy, if that bully tries to come near us, I’ll give him a reason to leave!”
This was a lie, however, as I would be poisoned if I even touched a nidoran. The two of us began to walk back through the forest. As we walk I was careful to not to get near the Nidoran. You know, until now, I always looked at Nidoran as gross little creature, but now that I look at it, it seems quite cut. It was just a tiny pokemon trying to find its place in this world. So we walked back threw the fields and back to my mouse where my dad was able to give a fair translation of what really happened
“So what append’ little guy?” He asked softly
“Nido-Nid Nido Nido!” responded the scared nidoran
Well, apparently being around nidoran so much had given my dad the ability to understand Nidoran speech.
“Nido-nid nid nido!”
“Well, apparently” began my dad “e’ got into a fight with another nidoran about who should have the girl. Attemptin' to defend er’ they got into a long fight, but out little guy was beaten quite easily, and the girl thinks the impostor is the real nidoran! Now the girl is depressed ad ell’ and doesn’t know the truth!”
“Well I think there is only one thing to do!” I began “Our Nidoran needs to stand up to the impostor in a battle!”
“Wait Richard!” screamed my dad ‘It’s too dangerous! Dat’ Nido is wild!”
I ignored him, as I truly believe that our Nidoran should get his girl back, no matter what! I rushed outside with then uplifted Nidoran, only to see the impostor advancing on the female.
“Stop right there!’ I screamed at it. I suddenly felt a rush I had never felt before! Was this what it was like to be a pokemon trainer? “Quick Nidoran, hit the impostor with a poison jab!” I ordered. With sudden morale, our Nidoran ran forward toward the impostor and ran out with a fist out ready to score a hit. However, the imposter dodged and countered with a poison sting, aimed at me! Luckily our Nidoran hit me out of the way without stinging me, causing the attack to miss.
Both nidoran looked at each other with aggression, so I gave an order, “Nidoran, fire two poison stings! One into the air and one right for the target!” The poisonous darts flew into the air, as more went forward, giving the imposter little room to escape.
In a last ditch effort, the impostor nidoran rolled to the side, taking a single poison sting, ran straight forward. Its Horn began to glow, and hit out nidoran straight on!
“Oh no…” I exclaimed. That was horn drill, and attack with almost zero survival rate. Nidoran lay there motionless, beaten to a pulp. The opponent Nidoran turned around as the female nidoran began to cry. The sight of his lover crying was a terrible sight for our Nidoran, and he couldn’t bear. In what seemed to be a miracle, Nidoran got up, began to limp toward the impostor, hold up its fist, and hit it with an extremely powerful poison jab.
I was stunned at the act of bravery Nidoran had demonstrated. The impostor lay there motionless, unable to move. The two lovers, after being separated so long finally were once again able to be together.
“Well ain’t that the sight?” My dad said after coming out of the house
The two Nidoran were snuggling together, happy to be together one more.
“Nido-nido” said the female
“Nid-Nid-Nido!” said the male
The male walked over to me and looked up.
“Richard….the nidoran wants to be your pokemon!”
I honestly don't know where the idea for this story came from. I guess some stories just come to you I guess. Personally I didn't really like the way this story came out. With three characters of the same name, it became really hard to distinguish them. I won't be surprised if the capture isn't made. And as Nemo told me, I really do need to work on grammer