runs through the forest, trees and pokémon whipping past him, his
poké ball clenched in his teeth and thoughts running through his
head, "If I can just get back home to my trainer...everything
will be normal again." small tears fall from his eyes as he
runs, Why did they take us away? His legs and paws are growing
tired from running at full speed for so long.
Eventually, he reaches a lake and stops for a while to rest. Shadow glances around at his beautiful surroundings, If only my trainer were here, she would love this place. He couldn't help but think it, and it tugs at his heart to do so. He misses home, he has no idea where he is, and he has nothing to help him besides his poké ball and a blue bow, which now hangs limply around his neck. Shadow collapses on the lakeshore, staring into his reflection, trying to think of how to get home.
A twig snaps in the forest.
Shadow is up and alert in seconds, growling toward the sound, "Show yourself! I know you're there, just come out where I can see you."
A squirtle wriggles out of the underbrush and runs over to Shadow, "I'm sorry, we were passing through and didn't know you were here. Sorry for disturbing you." It talked rather fast, as if Shadow had scared it by his address of the bushes. He only hung on one word, "We?"
"My trainer and I." the squirtle replies, "Why do you ask?"
Shadow isn't sure if he can trust the squirtle just yet, "Why don't you get your trainer out here then? Why let them hide in the bushes?"
The squirtle obliges, and soon the bushes produce and frayed-looking boy that looks to be no older that fifteen.
Shadow is convinced, "Do you know where we are? I'm lost, severely lost, and need to get back to my own trainer," He nudges the poké ball in front of him, "There's a city close by here, right?"
The squirtle nods and turns to his own trainer to repeat what Shadow said.
"Uh, do you mean Slateport? That's a ways off though." the boy replies.
The squirtle turns back to Shadow.
"Yeah, Slateport. But it's far away?" Shadow's ears droop, I didn't realize that thing was flying that fast...
"I think you could travel with us. We're heading that way anyway," the squirtle offers.
Shadow contemplates this for a minute. Do they really want to help or do they just want the employ of a shiny umbreon? "Alright, I'll come along, but as soon as we hit Slateport I'm gone. Kapeche?"
The squirtle nods and relays the message.
"Okay, Slateport it is. Do you want me to carry your poké ball for you?" the boy addresses Shadow, he growls in response and the boy shrinks away, "I guess not. Off we go then." and the boy leads their small party back into the underbrush.
Shadow falls in behind the Squirtle as the threesome hike down the path through the forest. Shadow glances around at the surrounding trees and pokémon as he walks. Several aipom and mankey swing from the trees above them, chattering noisily. Shadow tries to ignore them.
The boy stops and stands there looking even geekier than he did walking, if that's possible. "I hear something, a pokemon is near."
Well duh. There's two of them following you, idiot. Shadow sighs and sits down, waiting for this sideshow to end and the traveling to resume, he lets his poké ball fall and roll to his side. Shadow waits patiently as the boy and the squirtle stand motionless; he begins to wonder about their mental states, "What are you doing?"
His question seems to startle the Squirtle who motions for him to be quiet.
Shadow rolls his eyes; he gathers his poké ball close to him and falls asleep on it.
The bushes continue to rustle, Shadow looks up out of curiosity. Eventually, a scratched and bruised pikachu emerges from the bush.
Shadow springs up, "There's no way. It's too much of a coincidence." He runs over to it, nudging it gently. Soon it comes to, looking up at Shadow.
It smiles drunkenly, "Did I make it?" It topples over, out cold.
He must've landed on his head... Shadow concludes, nudging his head under the unconscious pikachu, eventually succeeding in getting it onto his back. He walks past the two idiots, still standing absolutely still, watching the bush. Shadow picks up his poké ball and continues down the path. He passes the squirtle and boy once more, casting his final insult and leaving them behind. I'll get home by myself then, I don't need them.
Shadow walks along the path, a determined look in his eyes. The pikachu lays sprawled across his back, still unconscious from the rough landing. The two are left alone for the most part; the forest path is quiet and virtually devoid of pokémon to bother them.
After a while of this, Shadow begins to feel tired. His paws start to drag along the ground and his eyes just don't want to stay open anymore. Eventually his legs buckle beneath the combined weight of the two pokémon, sending the unconscious pikachu skidding a few feet from Shadow. They lay there, oblivious to any and all surroundings.
As the two pokémon sleep, a zubat flits out from the shadows on the side of the path followed by its trainer. The trainer wore a black uniform with a bright red 'R' on the front. The zubat loops back and perches on the trainer's shoulder, she strokes it casually, "That was a good hypnosis, Zubat," she coos to it. It squeaks proudly.
Her partner, similarly dressed, glanced at Shadow and the pikachu, "Nice catch." he comments.
She looks and gasps at Shadow's coloring, "Dude! It's a shiny umbreon! Score!" she high-fives her male companion.
"We should bag 'em before they wake up. I'm sure the Boss would like the umbreon for his collection."
"Right." she fishes around for a burlap sack in her side pouch, eventually finding it and stuffing a still sleeping Shadow inside it. "There. Let's go."
The two leave the pikachu passed out in the middle of the path as they sprint down the road toward the fortress.