Author: EeveeInHeat PM
An Eevee named Silver is taken away from his family and home right before winter. Now, he learns what life is really like as he helps his new friends find their homes again. Along the way, he manages to gain the trust of another Eevee who was thrown into the same situation. However, he soon begins fall in love with the Eevee. Will their relationship ever go past friendship?Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Eevee/Eievui & Cyndaquil/Hinoarashi - Chapters: 19 - Words: 53,875 - Reviews: 89 - Favs: 51 - Follows: 36 - Updated: 08-06-12 - Published: 03-18-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7935510
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Author's Note: Well, it's finally time to reintroduce "Silver". Unlike my others, I have changed around the story some and edited it. Also, a found a solution to a certain problem and now it's rated T. However, no matter how much it changes, this is still the story I had before the account messing up problem. So, here's the first chapter once again. -EeveeInHeat
- Chapter 1: Shiny -
Silver woke as something prodded him in the side. He grumbled a little at the intrusion to his nice rest and rolled over onto his stomach to get away from whoever it was. Unfortunately, he rolled right off his nest onto the cold floor. Silver was instantly awake from the shock of the sudden temperature change. Silver jumped up and got his sensitive belly off the floor. He shivered at the coldness that had already seeped into him, though. And it wouldn't be getting better as it was the end of autumn.
He heard a giggle and looked over to see Rose, his sister. Like him, she was a regular, brown pelted Eevee. He sighed, never really being able to get angry at his sister for some reason. "You looked so funny when you jumped up, Silver," she said in between small giggles. For her, that was the equivalent of rolling on the floor while laughing. His sister usually kept all her emotions in, at least she had recently.
Silver sighed again, but Rose's laugh was too contagious and he soon joined in. "Good morning, Rose," he greeted once he was over his laughing.
"And good morning to you, too. Come on. Dad's waiting for us in the clearing," she replied.
Silver followed her out of their small room into the main section of the den. He saw the food pile against one wall, but he didn't have time to eat as Rose took him outside. His belly rumbled, but thankfully Rose didn't hear it, or at least didn't react to it. It could have been either, knowing her. Closing his eyes for a second, Silver steeled himself against the hunger. He had had a large meal last night. If he had really wanted food, he should have gotten up earlier.
Silver followed Rose over to the training clearing. The clearing was just a large circle of sand where one could practice fighting without getting hurt against the ground. However, the sand was horrible when it got in one's fur. It usually took an hour to wash the sand out of his fur, and then he had the assaulting stuff on his tongue. Silver would rather just have a grass clearing to practice in, instead.
She sat down on the edge of the clearing. Silver looked around for his father, but he was nowhere in sight. Rose glanced back at him and said, "He said to wait here until he came. Today we're supposed to learn something new."
Silver nodded and sat next to Rose. He shifted uncomfortable on the still cold sand. The sand stayed cold until night, even while the sun beat down on it all day. After a while, he was started to get impatient. He wished he would have gotten something to eat if he would have so much time. He hoped his father would show up soon; his hunger was harder to ignore with nothing to do, while growing larger by the minute. He got more and more impatient with every second. He wasn't exactly the patient one of the family. He let out a sigh and lowered his head as he tried to block out his unwavering hunger.
"Don't worry. He should be here soon," Rose said, laying her tail on his back for a second before returning to the same position she had been in since she had sat down. Her gaze was just staring out at nothing in particular.
Silver stared at her in amazement. How could she just sit there with nothing to do? It seemed she never got bored anymore. It was probably because of the day she decided she wanted to become an Espeon like their mom. Their mom could just sit and meditate for hours if she wanted to. Silver knew it would be difficult for Rose to become an Espeon, though. She had to create a true friendship with a non-family member, usually becoming love, before she could evolve. Plus, it had to happen during the day. With their resolute mom, the only way Rose could form a bond that strong with someone was sneaking out at night, which meant she would become an Umbreon.
As for Silver, he didn't know what he wanted to become. He saw nothing wrong with what he was now. However, he was constantly being pressed about the situation. He always wondered why he couldn't be a Vulpix or a Sandshrew. They didn't have to choose what they had to become. They only chose whether to evolve into one single evolution or not. He had to choose between seven different evolutions. And it seemed he had to. It was normal for other Pokemon to not evolve, but for Eevee, it seemed to be like a rule that you had to evolve into something. And his parents seemed to follow that stereotype also.
In order to distract himself, Silver started to study the trees around him. It didn't really help as he knew the area by heart since he had lived here his whole life. Few trees grew near their den, a small burrow in a slight hill. Instead, undergrowth grew everywhere. The practice clearing was where their father trained them constantly, preparing them for the real world. They were the only Pokemon living here within one hundred yards. His parents had marked their area and no Pokemon had protested. He didn't see why they would as the forest almost went on forever.
Silver continued to look around, starting to space out with his thoughts. Suddenly, something in his brain went off, bringing him back to the present. He looked around for what was out of place, but he couldn't tell. Rose was sitting stock still next to him, still. He scanned the area again. Finally, the object caught his eye again.
There, he thought. Something was moving through the undergrowth. It was to their left from the way they were sitting. Silver watched it a little longer as it got slowly nearer. He didn't want to make Rose worry about a possible enemy, so he thought up of an excuse to get away. "Rose, wait here. I need to go use number one," he said.
She nodded absentmindedly, and he walked in back into the undergrowth. Once he was sure he was hidden in the thick plants, he starting making his way around to intercept the creature. Soon, he heard the rustling from it as it stalked along the clearing. Silver slid into some rather thick ferns and waited for the creature to appear, knowing he had the element of surprise.
A black snout appeared first, before the creature took a step forward, allowing Silver to see it completely. He was astonished to find that it was his father. Why would he be sneaking around? Then Silver remembered that they were supposed to learn something new. Maybe this was it. Silver started to follow his father silently. The Umbreon continued, oblivious of the Eevee trailing it. After following him for a little, Silver came up with an idea.
Crouching down, Silver prepared to spring. He then gathered his strength and sprung at the Dark-type. Silver landed squarely on his shoulders, causing the unsuspecting Pokemon to collapse to the ground.
Silver's father suddenly flipped over quickly, throwing Silver off his back. "Huh? Silver was that you? What are you doing here?" he asked, shaking the dust off his pelt.
Silver got up, barely containing a laugh. "I came over to see what someone was doing sneaking through the bushes."
His father raised his paw and ruffled his son's hair between the ears. "Well, let's meet up with your sister."
Silver followed his dad out of the undergrowth into the clearing. Rose jumped as they appeared. "Silver, what are you doing over there? I thought you were going to go over there," she said.
"What, no 'hi dad' or anything?" their dad said, barely suppressing a laugh of his own.
"Oh! Sorry. Hi dad. Why were you two over there?" she asked.
"That's what I want to talk to you two about. Today's lesson was going to be observance. The reason I had you wait, was that I was going to sneak up on you and show how you need to always be alert," he started. "But, Silver proved himself well by finding me out early. So I guess today's lesson will be unneeded."
"What are we going to do now?" Rose asked.
"Well, with no lessons for the day, that means you two have the day free," he said.
Even Rose cheered at the announcement. They rarely got a day off without having some training or chores to do. Rose rushed back to the den, but Silver paused as he saw his dad motion for him. "Yeah?" he asked, once Rose had left.
"I just wanted to say that you did well finding me out," his father praised. Silver smiled warmly at the compliment. His father smiled back before passing him and leaving the clearing. Silver was glad that his father was proud of him. He knew it wasn't right, but he liked his father more than his mother. Though his father worried about him and how he needed to evolve, too, his father wasn't as adamant about him evolving. Also, he felt like he could come to his father with more problems than his mother.
Silver headed back to the den and found Rose at the entrance, doing her imitation of their mother meditating. He wondered why she had been so excited to just come and sit. Then again, he rarely understood his sister's actions lately. Mentally shrugging, he headed on in and went straight for the food pile. He pulled a berry off and ate a quick breakfast.
He had just finished when his mother came in, a load of berries floating behind her. She placed them down on the pile with her psychic powers. Silver once again admired the convenience at being able to influence things just by thinking about them. However, it wasn't a strong enough attraction for him to want to be an Espeon or Umbreon. He liked staying just as he was.
"Hello, Silver, did you guys get a day off?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I really don't know what I'm going to do, though," Silver answered.
"Then it would be a good time to start thinking about the future," she said, already getting serious. "You need to plan, or you won't make it out in the real world. For instance, what do you plan to evolve into?"
Silver sighed at her persistence; she already knew the answer. "I told you I don't care about evolving," he answered. He winced as his mother gave him a stern look. However, rather than listen to her lecture again, he quickly changed the subject, "It's a nice day out, so I'll go get some exercise. There won't be many days like these left."
She continued to give him the look for a moment before sighing and walking back into her den. As she went, Silver heard her murmur, "What am I going to do with that boy?"
Keeping to his word, Silver went outside, passing the still meditating Rose on the way. What he had said had been true; the day was nice and sunny, with a slight breeze. The temperature was warm enough for the afternoon, though it would be colder tonight.
Silver randomly started walking to clear his mind. It wasn't that he didn't want to listen to his mother, it was just that she insisted on him making life decisions that he wouldn't be able to change so soon. However, Silver did realize that she was only looking out for him. It was true that it was easier to survive in the wild when one was fully evolved. Also, she wanted him to think ahead, which Silver thought was okay. No matter what, though, he loved his mom, and he wouldn't trade her for any other.
Silver paused as he suddenly noticed that he didn't recognize the nearby surroundings. After a moment of inspection, Silver realized that he was lost. Silver's first instinct was to panic, but he pushed that thought away. His father had always taught them that panicking never helped. Taking a deep breath to push back the recurring instinct to panic, he studied his surroundings more closely. Finally, he was able to recognize some of the bushes behind him. He hadn't gone that far past the territory his parents had.
He turned, about to go back, when something caught his eye. He looked around, but couldn't see it again. Curious, he walked toward the area he had seen it in. After a few steps, it caught his eye again. This time, he locked on to it. A few steps away, something was reflecting some sunlight. Silver stepped closer to see what it was. Silver was unable to identify what it was, but it did seem to have a gleam to it, that sort of lured Silver toward it. The object was smaller than his paw and was stuck in the dirt. The grass around the object was smashed flat, as though it had been trodden on by something heavy.
Finally, curiosity got the better of him, and he reached out and touched it with a paw. Suddenly, something popped above him. His head swirled up to see some net-like material falling above him. Before he could react further, the net was over him, pinning him down with its heavy weight. Against what he had been taught, Silver panicked and started to thrust around to try to get out. But the more he struggled, the more it seemed to ensnare him. His legs were soon caught completely in the net, the strands painfully rubbing against his skin.
Silver suddenly noticed a strange smell in the air. As soon as he smelt it, he knew it held some kind of poison. He held his breathe and stopped struggling to concentrate on this new problem. He knew it was unlikely to pass quickly, but it may have moved enough to not affect, at least too much. At least there was a slight breeze at the moment. His lungs started to ache for air, but he disciplined himself against it. He knew how long he could hold out from testing himself when he was bored. Eventually, though, he had to breathe in or pass out; he decided to breathe in.
Determined to escape, he decided to try again before the poison set in. After taking a few gulps of air to steady his burning lungs, he reached down and bit into one of the strings. The strand was small and stringy and tasted horrible. It also left his mouth with an almost unbearably bitter aftertaste. However, he continued. The cord was tight and strong, but after a little gnawing, he finally managed to tear it. He wanted to continue to bite through the cords, but his strength seemed to be leaving him. He tried to hold on as his vision started to dim, but the effects seemed to continue. Finally, his consciousness faded.