Fuse with me (Pokémon fanfic) {Pokémon wattys award 2016}

Part two: Allies

I give an exaggerating sigh as I finally take a step into the outskirts of town.

"Well bratty, looks like the start of our journey is here" I say cheerfully, Pikachu looks up at me and scowls.

"Chu" it grunts in disagreement. I roll my eyes and pout blankly. I came up with the nickname 'bratty' for it because of: all the houses it scratched while we passed them, all the flower beds it wrecked, all the times it tried and shock me with its electrifying volts and all the people it hissed and growled at. Of course the whole way to the outskirts I dragged it forcefully by its 'leash' which probably gave it some reasons to hate me.

I look out into the summer filled landscape and swoon admiringly at the trees, flowers, blue sky, fresh grass.  I start walking along the uncut grass until I get pulled back instantly, I turn around to see Pikachu trying to escape from its leash but failing miserably. Unfortunately it takes me assiduous pulls to drag him a centimetre, due to the little scrap of fur pulling the other way.

"Pikachu just quit tryin to escape!" I hiss through gritted teeth, my arms ache and I'm already exhausted. My mind flicks over to my bag and I remember about the Pokéballs that professor White gave me in the lab. I place the rubber rope on the ground and step on it to make sure that Pikachu doesn't escape and then swing my duffel bag of my stale shoulder, I zip open the back pocket and get out a ball. With a smug smile pressed onto my face i point the small ball to the yellow creature who's digging its pin shaped teeth into the rubber.

"Pikachu return!" I yell at it. I expect it to turn to purple smoke and return into the red and white ball but instead it stops biting the rubber and looks at me bleakly with its cold eyes. I frown in confusion of why it isn't working.

Maybe I need to throw it at it as if I were catching a wild one

I aim the Pokéball at Pikachu's fragile head and throw it at it. In alarm, Pikachu's stubby paws spring up in a jump and whacks the ball back diligently with it's lightning. shaped tail, hitting me on the head. I fall onto my back as the round object hits my jowl hard.

"Ow! What was that for bratty!" I rub my jowl as pain pours into my flesh, I can feel a graze marked on my skin from where the ball hit me. Pikachu smiles smugly with its little irritating mouth and sticks it tongue out.

"Pika" I glare at it and grab the rubber before it realises it can run away. I pull the rubber harshly which makes Pikachu stumble over its tiny paws and land face on, onto the grassy ground. "Pika!" It growls acrimoniously and hops back up, I mock his wry smile and haul myself up. I brush of the dirt off my red jacket and retrieve my Pokéball back into the back pocket of my duffel bag before carrying on my journey with hefty pulls.

For a while we progress through the sun ridden path that's surrounded by trees in silent. I try and think of a topic conversation to make things less awkward between me and bratty.

"So...are you like a girl or boy" I ask, curious. "Say pika for boy or...chu for girl"

"Pika...chu" it responds belligerently, I turn around and see Pikachu looking up at me superiorly. I scoff peevishly.

"Little smart arse ain't ya" Pikachu folds its little arms and flicks its head away with its long, soft ears pulled back in ire.

After some more walking and dragging, I hear some soft squeaks and whimpers. I turn around once more and see Pikachu laying on its back, it's fur is bristling but it looks scarily lifeless.