Pokemon~Welcome to the BattleGround~Side Stories

Filthy

"Alright SunBurn, that should do it. Your such a good boy."

Sawyer scratched under the chin of her Pokemon, he had behaved so well. It was bath time for everyone, yet there was still one missing. She watched out the corner of her eye for any signs of her. It was always the same with the last one. Course it was understandable, she was a dark and fire type. She was also a tough cookie, course most of her Pokemon were. She towel dried SunBurn more, getting him good. Her hands were wrinkly form the days work.

"Try not to get muddy, ok?"

"Gran!"

"If you see BackFire-"

"Graaaw!"

He didn't need to be told, just like everyone else, she had told them all that if they saw BackFire that she was to be told so. He nodded, walking off to lazy about for the rest of the day in the warm sun. Sawyer walked away, she scouted the area once more before walking into the house, washing her hands again. Everyone in the gym and house was gone for the day, it was prefect for what she was having to do. Each Pokemon taking different amounts of time to wash and dry, or a different type of bath. Many different types meant different things. She would take a break, otherwise she wouldn't have the energy to deal with her later.

-----Somewhere Else-----

"Mistress is waiting for you, Alpha."

Revolver shook himself, fur still damp, careful not to get 'dirty'. He had known where the last Pokemon was. She always went there to be alone or hide in such a case. When the time came round he always tried helping by talking the Alpha into it. Stubborn as she was, always refusing.

"Mmmmrrrrrr..."

"Alpha, you know it's for your health."

He was ignored. The black figure before him, hidden in the shade refused to move. He sighed.

"As you please Alpha."

He backed away, leaving her as she was, alone.

-----With Revolver-----

Revolver decided maybe if he were to be bolder, the Alpha would accept him. He was nervous, eyes down cast as he walked. He had been with the group for some years now, wishing he could have meet her when he was younger instead of the 'Other'. He often wondered what would have happened to him if he had been raised by the Mistress. Maybe he would be bolder, braver, better. Or would he be like some other Lucario, prideful, full of themselves. He was glad he had her now and that was all that mattered, but he would always wounder. He trudged on, finding his Trainer in the house fixing dinner for everyone, even herself. Smelled good, lead him inside, paws clasped, nose up.

"Na-huh. Revolver you know the rules. Not in the kitchen while someones cooking, not after what happened last time."

"I didn't-Forgive me, Mistress. The smell..."

"Your fine, Revolver. But if I let someone in, then everyone gets to come in, so not until time to eat. Did you want something?"

"Well... Mistress... Alp- Ummm-B-b-back-f-fire is-"

"Are you really gonna turn her in? I though you were loyal to her."

Panic seem to set in, Revolver's eyes widen, his paw pads began to sweat. Mouth going dry, he licked his nose over and over. His heart raced. Was he really gonna betray her? Sawyer saw the signs, she petted his head.

"Calm down. Your alright."

Her soothing voice helped calm him down. He could think again. He told himself that he would be bolder. This was a chance, but was it the chance he wanted to take?

"She's on the outskirts of the territory, underbrush."

He received a pat on the head, a nod form his Trainer, who pushed him back out.

"Go take a breather, Revolver. I've got BackFire."

He listened to her light hearted laugh. Walking off he picked a spot near the house under a tree, relaxing, but keeping a watchful eye out.

-----Later-----

"BackFire!!"

BackFire stood proudly at the line of the underbrush. She heard her name being called by their Trainer, again. She watched form afar as she looked for her, something seemed off though. The she noticed that she was getting closer, looking around as if she was searching hen in fact she knew. She couldn't be fooled easily. She took her steps to show herself, Trainer not eve acting surprised. Sawyer crossed her arms.

"Clever girl."

"Rawr!"

"Come on BackFire, dinners ready."

The Houndoom slowly walked toward her, eyes watching carefully. Trainer stared right back as she made her way back to the house. She listened to the footsteps of her trainer as she began walking as well. A bot on edge she walked a few feet from her trainer, watching her, but she never tried anything. She served everyone their dinner, eating herself. BackFire pushed her bowl away form the others so she could watch. Taking her time, well after everyone else was done and their bowls washed. It was by then she had finished, Sawyer approached, a bottle in hand.


"Grrrrrrrr!"

Sawyer ignored her, kneeling beside the big black hound.

"You trust me, right BackFire?"

The sound of a bottle clicking open alerted her that it was time. Sawyer rubbed a black powder in her hand, then into the fur of her houndoom. She worked it in, making the coat come clean, no water or soap necessary. Houndoom were part fire type and that caused her problems when she was bathed in water. Sawyer worked her hands raw, pleased when BackFire's coat came out shiny. Dirt and any other unwanted debris removed. It was late when she finished, being in the living room, having moved their when the sun set. Sawyer lay against the houndoom and was asleep in seconds. BackFire whined, feeling bad for causing a bit of trouble. She curled round her Trainer, internal body heat keeping both warm.

-----Morning-----

Sawyer yawned, stretched. She awoke against her houndoom, a very comfortable pillow. Petting the Pokemon's head she got up walking away rolling her shoulders. BackFire awoke as she was petted. She had been given a bath, but not to what she was use to. She liked it, if that was what was in store then she would come when called for the occasion. A smirk made it's way to her muzzle as she watched her filthy trainer walked away. She would figure it out that she was covered in something black before the days end.