Failure tastes like Dad's cooking.
He really should have tried to pay more attention to the road instead of letting himself be distracted by Sewaddle's genius. If he had, he may have been able to not run over the poor dragon that had accidentally stumbled on his path.
The boy found himself sailing off his bike's seat for the second time in quite a while now, his front tire having met something solid and stopping cold in the process. Sewaddle found herself sailing off the bike's basket in the same direction as her trainer, her eyes slowly going wide in shock.
Reflexively, the boy swung his arms out towards his pokemon and hugged her close, tucking in his legs to his torso before front flipping and sticking a rough landing on his feet, stumbling forward as he did.
For immediately held up Sewaddle, looking over the rattled grass type for a second before sighing in relief, seeing nothing out of place in her.
Then he clicked his tongue immediately after, tapping at the floor with the tip of his shoe covered toes. That landing of his wouldn't get him any points from any board, or his mother for that matter.
Turning around, he was dismayed to find that his bike's front tire had been slashed damn near in half by the collision with the...
Tiny, unconscious Dragon-type pokemon.
"Huh." Mumbled the boy, nearly forgetting about the bike as he reached into his pocket for his Dex. "An Axew?" He mumbled, scratching at his chin. Didn't the old man have one of those...? What was he asking; the old man probably had like 6 of it and every other dragon out there.
Approaching, the boy squatted by it, looking over the pokemon. It was thoroughly knocked out it appeared, probably not having expected the smack at all.
The boy pursed his lips, looking over the poor pokemon, before glancing back at his totaled front tire.
He sighed.
"Well don't look at me like that, I didn't
plan for it to happen." Complained the boy to his father as the man set the up turned bike on a work station on their garage.
"Sheesh kiddo, You were only gone for an hour and a half." Commented his dad as he reached underneath the workstation for some tools. Luckily, he had some pokemon working on the kitchen, so he could afford to help his sun for a little while. "How did
this even happen?" He asked while tilting an eyebrow at the nearly fully cut tire.
"Ran over an Axew."
"Excuse me?"
"I didn't stutter, did I?"
"No, you spoke rather clearly. Probably a good idea to not tell your grandfather about that."
"Duly noted."
"So what happened to the Axew?"
"... Weeell..."
"You didn't just leave it there after running it over, did you?!"
"Wha- No!" Denied the boy, before holding up a Net Ball irritably. "I caught it, okay? I went to the center first before coming here." He said, rolling his eyes. His father breathed in relief, before humming.
"Ah, good." He said. "That's two
non bug types you've caught to date." He commented cheerily, prompting the boy to grit his teeth in irritation.
"Yeah, don't remind me." He grunted out, leaning against the wall.
"Both of them dragons, too." The man continued casually, prompting the boy to narrow his eyes at him.
"Yeah...?"
"Guess it just runs in the blood-"
"Ugh, I don't want to hear it."
"I thought as much, but I'll still think it."
"Uuuuugh."
"How about bringing the tiny guy out?"
"Huh?"
"Well, you captured them, so they are your pokemon now. May as well say hi and get to know them."
The boy rolled his eyes at his father, though the man did have a point... Rolling the Net ball on his hand silently, he shifted his gaze back to the working station, where his father was still fixing the bike's tire, before turning his gaze back to the Net ball.
"Ah, what the heck, may as well." He mumbled to himself before lightly throwing the pokeball in the air, watching it sail up in an arc before coming down.
What next happened was...
interesting.
As it turned out, Axew was
not very happy with being run over by a bike, and she was
not too happy with being captured by the one
responsable for running her over with a bike.
The moment her gaze fell onto Doug, the boy could practically see the short fuse of her anger explode in flames.
With a roar she had thrown herself at the boy, practically trying to cleave him in two with the ferocity she went at him. Mind you, Doug just side stepped her, but that did little to appease her, the boy's avoidance of his just punishment pissing her off further.
Doug found himself forced to dodge the tiny dragon all over the garage, unsure of whether he should smack it silly or not, seeing how small it was. At one point, it had cut through his father's work station in two. That was where Doug had to put his foot down.
Doug found himself holding the tiny ball of anger and destruction in a firm headlock, his father still sticking to the corner of the garage with a hand over his chest while eyeing the destruction left in the tiny Axew's wake.
"Jeez, Do you know how expensive a bike is?" Complained the boy to the struggling dragon while eyeing his neatly slashed Bike. The station below it was not doing much better, having been cleaved down the middle rather impressively.
If Axew cared at all for how much money she had costed her new trainer, she did not show it, instead struggling with all her might to escape the headlock she had been subjected to. The boy simply rolled his eyes at her effort.
Axew did
not like that. A growl exited her mouth as she bristled, her short legs kicking strongly as she tried to wrench herself free from the headlock.
"Cut it out." He ordered, swinging his fist over the top of her head and bonking it soundly. She yelped in response trying and failing to reach for her head with both hands in pain. Doug almost felt bad, watching her eyes close tightly in pain, but reminded himself that she had just tried to cut him in two.
"You gonna have to chill the heck out if you are really gonna be rolling on my team." Said the boy bluntly as he held her up to his face by the scruff of her neck, prompting her to glare at him angrily, her breathing still hard and heavy as she tried to dig holes on his skull with her sight.
That said, she did not try to cleave him again after his words. She was still trying to reach for her forehead with her painfully short arms, her forehead still stinging.
Sighing, the young boy, against his better judgement, brought her closer to him, holding her in his arms like a craddle before reaching for her forehead with his own hand. She flinched, narrowing her eyes dangerously at him, almost daring him to hurt her again. He sighed again.
"Dad, can you get a treat from the fridge?" He asked his father, who blinked before nodding. He knew exactly what his son was thinking.
"My name's Douglas. I ran you over earlier." She twitched at that, blowing puffs of air out of her nostrils. "Sorry. I should have been paying attention."
"I wasn't sure if I should try carrying you all the way back after running you over, since Shaula was a long walk back home and the injury to your head seemed serious, so I just captured you." As it had turned out, the injury hadn't been all that serious; though certainly not Bagons, Axews were not soft headed at all.
"So... yeah, sorry again. We are kind of stuck with each other." Was all the boy said. As he finished saying this, his father came back into the garage holding a few cold treats in a tray; As always, the perfection of his father's confectioneries was clear at a simple glance.
Axew seemed to agree her gaze drawn towards the sweets for a second... before she stubbornly snapped her eyes away, harrumphing and crossing her arms. She wouldn't fall for that! She had plenty to be angry about and sweets wouldn't cool her!
Naturally, Doug did not let her ignore them, grabbing one of the sweets and holding it over her face, letting her get a good look at the sweet perfection.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened. Not an ideal first impression, I'm sure." He said, before shrugging. "But it is what it is. Let's call a truce for now and see how this goes. Okay?" He said, before slowly setting her down onto the floor, and holding out the sweet.
For a second, Axew held her glare towards the boy and the sweet, breathing deeply, thinking carefully about what she would do next. She looked between him, his eyes, and the sweets. Slowly, she began to walk towards him, her steps nervous and uncertain, until her arms reached for the sweet.
She then took a bite out of the sweet. Her eyes popped wide open immediately after, a smile she hadn't approved tugging at her lips against her will. It was so
good! Doug could only grin, watching the tiny Dragon dig into the tray of sweets with gusto. It wasn't too promising to have to essentially bribe a pokemon to stay with you, but for now, it would have to work.
Then he turned his gaze towards his father, giving the man a thumbs up. The man slowly returned it to him, before looking around their garage slowly.
"... Your mother is not going to like this."
"Oh.
Oh. Shit."
AxewType Dragon
Level 6,
Gender female,
Ability Mold Breaker
MoveSetPersonality
An angry little bugger with an attitude problem. She tends to lash out in anger before really thinking, and her temper explodes just as swiftly as it dies down.
Though rough and incapable of saying anything without sounding angry, she's far from cruel, and in fact has a hard time watching others in any sort of anguish, and though she appears to be a loner, what with not having any friends or apparent family, she hates being alone.
Because she is so rough and careless with her words however, she tends to hurt those around her, which has given form to rejection and abandonment issues.
She's not easy to get along with and has a hard time trusting or working alongside others, but there's a real gem under all the rough edges if one is willing to polish it.
She truly desires to bond with Douglas and the rest of the team, but finds it hard to keep her less desirable habits reigned. Douglas finds her cute for the most part, though her nature as a non bug type still makes the boy unsure as to whether he should let her fight in actual battles or not.
For now, he has chosen to simply train her, if nothing else, to see if he can understand his grandfather's preference for the draconic buggers a bit.
She has gained an affinity for cold sweets after meeting Doug and his father.
The one with the most explosive Temper.
