The Vagabond.

Chapter 16: The Homecoming- Part 2

Ding!

The loud ring announced Lucario's arrival as he stepped through the library's doorstep right after the man who invited him in.

The man in question turned around after the doors closed behind the Pokémon, extending his shaky hand towards him.

"H-Hello! I-I didn't introduce myself, d-did I?" He spoke, clearing his throat nervously and chuckling lightly.

"M-My name is Norman, a-and I'm the librarian!" Krash hesitantly took his hand in his own paw, shaking it lightly with a bit of apprehension.

"Krash. And I'm pretty sure you can see who and what I am." He smiled back, taking his paw pads away from Norman's sweaty palm.

The two of them stared at each other for a solid minute, before the librarian looked away and at a nearby shelf with books.

He was nervous, and Lucario could tell. If not from his facial expression then from the aura he had been excreting for their whole meeting.

Though, past all the nervousness and apprehension towards the Aura Pokémon, his aura spoke in a familiar tone. Like he had seen and heard it somewhere.

Krash took the tusk of the Mamoswine into his paw, clutching it tightly and resonating with its aura, searching for the connection he had established earlier.

And sure enough, there it was. Maybe not as cheerful and joyful as so long ago, but the cords that struck the same tone in the tusk, sounded the same as those in the library.

...And around Norman. Lucario couldn't confirm whether it was the librarian's aura that had seeped into the place, or if the library had its own aura.

Either way, there it was, in all its glory; Petro's aura. Cain did say something about Weavile becoming a librarian, or having something to do with libraries.

Norman caught him in his trance-like state, giving him a light pat on the shoulder to wake him up.

The blue furred Pokémon shook his head as he awoke, frantically checking his surroundings before finally stopping his gaze at the human's face.

"Do you house a Weavile here?" He spoke nonchalantly as if it was no big deal. To his surprise, however, Norman didn't act so nonchalantly and calmly.

"Y-You know... about... W-Weavile?" The man spoke, his breathing picking up on speed as he began sweating profusely.

Lucario tilted his head at the spectacle, not knowing what the human in front of him was doing. Was he nervous? He could feel as anxiety overtook him.

He continued staring at the hyperventilating man, up until all his questions withered away with one single glance behind him.

There, in the corner of the library, sat a solitary Weavile. It was turned against the corner, holding something in his hands.

Krash took some steps forward, brushing his fur against Norman as he passed him. The man only casted a wary glance, before stepping out of the way.

And as he continued walking towards the Sharp Claw Pokemon, he felt as the aura around him became progressively stronger.

Weavile took a look behind himself as he heard the creaking of the wooden floor beneath Lucario, staring up at him from the corner.

The two locked eyes, and the blue furry Pokemon stopped dead in his tracks. He could feel as the other Pokemon's glare drilled into his mind...

Until he finally spoke, his voice rough and coarse. "Can I help you?" His tone certainly caught the guest off guard, but he wasn't going down so easily.