Book One: Wrath, Chapter Two-
The quiet town began to show the season. The cool spring breeze blew across a beautiful landscape with hundreds of flowers in bloom. Unfortunately for Rei, she was stuck working in the dank confines of the shop. Hours crept by with maybe two people walking in. They were only looking, of course. Both of them were too cheap to buy anything. To pass the time, she signaled Weedle to train. She practiced teaching it commands so that it would be easier to use in battle, when the time came. The afternoon rolled in and the two were tired from training, so they both took naps. It wasn't as if it mattered. She lazily rested on the counter, leaning over it with her head laying on her folded arms as the Weedle found a spot on her neck to curl up on. Its fuzzy body tickled her skin.
As it came about an hour to closing time, the time at which Rei usually closed up the shop for the day since it never got business anywise, one last customer came in. It was a man who had been staying in the town for about a week now. He looked like one of those trainers that just started a little while back and think they are going to be the greatest, still full of confidence and spirit. And cash. These idiots are usually promising sales, but at this point in the day, she just did not care anymore, so instead of composing herself and acting attentively, she remained in a leisure position.
"Hello," the greeting came flatly, "Welcome to the shop. Is there anything I can help you with." Her tone sounded anything but helpful, and most of it was muffled from her face being buried in her arms.
"Yeah," he uncertainly let out, not knowing if she actually would be of any help. "I'm looking for some Pokeballs." She stood up, stretching and yawning, giving the man a mean look. She then dropped underneath the counter for while and resurfaced with a large metal box.
"These," she yawned, "are the most advanced Pokeballs on the market today. I'll sell them to you for five hundred a piece." His mouth hung in disbelief.
"Five hundred," he restated. She nodded
"It's actually a pretty good deal," she pointed out.
"Don't you sell any, um... regular... Pokeballs?" He seemed afraid to ask. She rolled her eyes.
"Does this look like a junk shop to you?" she asked, giving him a hard stare. "Alright, if you want, I can give them to you for half that. And don't forget, these babies will hold anything." She tried to make them seem as appealing as possible. She just wanted him gone.
"Is there anything around here to catch that's rare?"
"..." She thought for a while. She figured he must not know much about the town, only stopping by recently, so a little lie would not hurt. "Of course there is. As a matter of fact, the forest here is so vast, no one knows what monsters may lurk deep with in it, but they do know that they are the fiercest and most dangerous," she appealed to him, greatly emphasizing on the fiercest part. His eyes lit up. He took the bait. The poor sap ended up buying the entire box, along with some other items that he was suckered into purchasing. She simply told him that they would aid in the capture of many creatures he would encounter. As soon as he left, the store was locked up. Poor little Weedle had spent almost the whole day inside doing nothing. She didn't want it to feel neglected, so she decided to not open the shop the next day and focus her time and attention on Weedle.
Rei walked out of her house with the Weedle, who was still half asleep, draped over her neck and walked past the shop door, not even thinking about unlocking it. Flubit was sitting on his porch watching the sunrise like usual with his Nidoqueen resting its head on his lap and took notice to the break in routine.
"Rei?" She barely even realized he had called her.
"Yes, Flubit?" He stared at her with his blind eyes.
"You're not opening the shop today?" he questioned. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"Oh, no," she assured him. "Nothing is wrong at all. I'm just closing the shop for the day to go into the forest." He looked at her long and hard, puzzled to the reason why. While the forest was not home to any dangerous creatures, thieves and the like were well known to be in it. Before he could ask the reason for her entering the woodlands, the Weedle let out a squeak. Flubit's still keen ears picked up and recognized the sound immediately.
"Ahh, I see," he said. "So, you finally decided to follow in you father's foot steps, eh?" He paused again, scratching his head. "Where did you ever find yourself a Weedle?"
"I found it in the forest." Now he was even more perplexed. He began to open his mouth, but before he could ask again, she explained, "I'm just as clueless as you are." She knelt down and stroked the Nidoqueen. "At least she's looking better." She scratched it under the chin, getting no response from it. "Or maybe not."
"It is most likely just the medication," Flubit deduced. "Behemoth should be back to her old self in a few days." He continued to stroke its head. Rei hesitated.
"Flubit, if there's anything you want me to-" He shook his head.
"She'll be fine," he assured her. "Now then, you better be off. Training is very important for them, especially at such a young age. Farewell, child." Sighing, she bid him adieu and walked to the forest.
Rei trotted through the woodland with the Weedle riding her shoulder. The forests were nearly uninhabited, and she was aware that the chances of finding anything that her Pokemon could fight were slim. Despite that, she wanted to make her Weedle happy and continued on. During the long walk, she began to doubt her Weedle's ability in battle. An opponent could over power it easily and she might have no way to help. Before she could act on her feelings, the Weedle leaped of her shoulder. It would seem it had already made its decision about fighting.
Rei's protecting eyes followed the Weedle as it scurried along the leaf covered floor. She had trouble understanding what would make it act this way until she say what it was going after. Fluttering down from a tree, with just as much rage as the Weedle, came a Pidgey with its talons out. It bored still familiar scar on its left wing which disrupted its flying. The look in Weedle's eyes was one of fury. A burning rage begging to be quenched with blood. The Pidgey possessed a similar glare in its eyes, as well. The two collided and were thrown away from each other. While the Weedle crashed onto the earth, the Pidgey caught itself in midair and began speeding towards it. It slid out to the way and sprayed it with its sticky web, but was not fast enough. The bird slipped by and spun around to clash again.
The Pidgey's talons sunk deep into the Weedle. The attack forced the worm onto the ground. It helplessly struggled to stand up. Turning around once more, the Pidgey was aimed straight for it. Rei called out to it in time for it to manage a roll out of the way. Turning around, the small bird headed back towards its target. Weedle saw its opponent coming this time, and positioned its stinger to catch the bird upon its crossing. The bird was only slightly grazed by the attack and took no real damage. With the Pidgey gliding back in, this time, the Weedle was not as lucky. Predicting its movement, the bird struck the bug as it went to roll out of the way, knocking it into a tree. It was hurt badly and laid huddled against the plant's roots.
The Pidgey squawked loudly, warning of its return. Acting quickly, the Weedle began to climb up the tree, where the Pidgey could not strike it. Its damaged wing allowed it to still glide, but not to hover. The Pidgey tightly circled the tree, swinging in closer to it with each pass. The bird flew overhead the Weedle and would be in striking distance upon the next pass. As it came around to what it expected to be the Weedle, it found a thick spray of strings. It became entangled in the mess of fiber and lost sight and control of its flight. It began spinning aimless, nearly colliding with the great wooden columns of the forest. It swerved by her Weedle once more, and it leaped upon its back. Unaware of what had transpired, the Weedle began lashing at the bird with its barbed tail. The Pidgey, severely envenomed, fell to the ground in mid flight. The Weedle had just managed to jump off of its back in time. It landed on the ground and quickly curled up. Rolling along, it uncoiled at Rei's feet, and looked up as if asking for her consent of its deeds. She only smiled in approval at it as she picked it up and walked home.
Weedle was fatigued from its match against the Pidgey, and Rei put it to sleep in the bed she made for it, but she found that it kept on crawling out of it. It would never stay still even though it was direly wounded. She could not find the reason for it. Normally, returning it to its Pokeball would be the solution, but she had failed to give it one yet. Finally, unsure to whether Weedle had fallen asleep or not, she went over to tell Flubit about all that had occurred. He patiently listened to all that she had to say, making comments and pointing out weak points in her strategy for the Weedle. They talked for hours on end, but soon the stars began to shine, and Rei it was late enough. She wished him a good night's sleep and went back to her home. When she returned, she saw dangling from the ceiling a cocoon.