Now we join Ray as he has just completed his journey across the different regions. During his travels he had seen many exotic Pokémon and met numerous people. Though his battles were many, his Vaporeon could not compete for any of the last competitions for she was carrying a litter of unborn Eevee. He has been in Kanto for almost one month, and he was beginning to feel at home again. He slowly opened his eyes as the sunlight shined through the curtains and onto his eyes. Ray threw the covers off, and slowly threw his feet off the bed. The wood his cabin was made from creaked on its own, showing the age of his home. The wood still had off the same dew covered aroma that it did when he left three years ago. Ray stretched as he made his way downstairs to the living room. Vaporeon and Flareon laid together curled into a ball surrounding the last two remaining Eevee pups. Ray filled their food bowls up with Pokémon food that he had created himself.
"Breakfast you two. Come get it." Ray said
Flareon stood up and stretched before slowly walking over and beginning to eat his food. Vaporeon stayed behind with the pups, almost as if she knew that they would be given away today. She wanted to spend as much time with them as possible before then. Ray poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat down to begin eating. Ray noticed that Flareon had eaten all of his food.
"Could you please slide Vaporeon's bowl to her? She needs to eat." Ray said
Flareon pushed the bowl with his nose across the wood floor, and placed it in front of Vaporeon. She sniffed her food, then slowly began to eat. Ray looked at her with sympathetic eyes. She'd been very weak since giving birth to all five pups. Ray finished his cereal, and threw the bowl in the sink, only to sit beside Vaporeon on the floor and rub her head.
"Don't worry girl. You'll be back up to full strength in no time." Ray reassured her
Vaporeon nuzzled Ray's hand, then finished eating. Ray stood up and walked back upstairs. He opened his closet and dressed himself in a very casual fashion. Black converse, black long sleeve t-shirt, and blue jeans. He decided not to wear his hat, and to just let his hair be wild and messy for a day. He put his pokédex in his back pocket, then put on a watch. There were the subtle sounds of covers rustling in the bedroom. These sounds were being made by Ray's Ralts. A small psychic Pokémon that followed him since he made it to the Sinnoh League. She was tossing and turning in the small bed he had made for her. Ray walked to her side, and leaned over her.
"Sleep tight little one." Ray said
He kissed her forehead, then turned to leave. Before he reached the door, the room was engulfed in a blinding glow. He wheeled around to see that Ralts was glowing. His eyes widened as he realized that she was evolving. Soon the light disappeared and Ralts had evolved into a Kirlia. She hopped down and stretched, in an attempt to wake up. Ray leaned against the door frame, and smirked.
"It's about time you evolved." He laughed, "I was beginning to think you'd stay a Ralts forever."
She smiled, then respectfully bowed.
"Kirlia." She said
Ray turned around and headed downstairs. Vaporeon had finished her breakfast, and was licking the pups clean. Ray brought out three Pokéballs, and called for Vaporeon and Flareon to return. As they did so, the two Eevee pups sat up and looked at Ray. He pulled out another Pokéball and poked the largest pup with it. Once the bruiser of the litter was in the ball, the last one began hopping around in a confused manor.
"Auwee!" It cried
Ray picked up the runt and shushed it as he rubbed it's head. The young Eevee calmed down, and eventually fell asleep. Ray packed his bag, and threw it over his shoulders. Kirlia sat on the stairs watching him. Ray took notice of her.
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Journey of a Lucky Trainer
FanfictionDisclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Pokémon franchise. All rights go to the Pokémon Company. I only own my original characters. This is the story of a Pokémon Trainer named Raymond Vermillion. A quiet personality from Pallet Town. This is the...