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After a few trips and misdeeds writing the second chapter, I made a few edits, and place it back before the block again to be read, it should take care of any of the larger errors, and make it at least a little easier to read now I hope :3
This isn't as fast a chapter as last time, but it's a necessary little chapter to fill between Pike and his old friend, Mrs Glowybutt...
All characters mentioned C their creators!
This isn't as fast a chapter as last time, but it's a necessary little chapter to fill between Pike and his old friend, Mrs Glowybutt...
All characters mentioned C their creators!
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 37.5 kB
Changes, Part 2
“I said, do you want me to read you a story?”
“Huh?” The tiny Weedle looked up from the colourful picture of the armoured knight before the dragon to see a very strange blue lady, with old woolly clothes and an old little hat: she smelled of old, but she had a nice smile, and she wasn’t too close to him… he wasn’t sure whether she was good or bad, but as he huddled up his little tail end around him, he shook his head back and forth.
“Are you sure? That book’s a lot more fun if you know the words that go along with the pictures?”
Pike looked at the book, and the dashing knight and his demonic dragon foe, and then finally, daring a little beyond himself, looked to the Illuminise lady, “…I wanna able to read it myself…”
It wasn’t a rejection, and it wasn’t an acceptance, but the old lady just smiled and chuckled, “Well, I can help you do that too if you like?”
****
Time passed certainly long enough after the chance meeting, and as Pike fluttered around outside the library, he cursed his inability to get past awkwardness sometimes; he wouldn’t have had to wait until closing time if he’d just said something coherent there and then in front of Mrs Glowybutt, if he hadn’t just babbled an apology and flapped back to Faith, taking the girl home to Penny’s house and then coming back to wait here, eyes set to the clock.
Why was it so much trouble to say things sometimes, and why to her of all ‘mon?
...Maybe the fact he’d never even learnt her real name would be an embarrassment, ‘Mrs Glowybutt’ was the name he’d called her everyday as a Weedle, but still, was it really that embarrassing to call her that name again that he should have to fly away like that?
Time took its leisure as he sat there, his wings folded, as even their buzzing had became an irritation to his train of thoughts, he sat furrow browed and deep in thoughts, until a low buzzing began to enter his head, and he immediately turned to check he hadn’t suddenly levitated an inch or two, only to confirm his wings were still folded.
It was only when he looked up properly did he see the familiar Illumise once more, just hovering an inch or so above the ground, a little trolley-dolley trundling behind her, coming to a stop as she looked at the Beedrill again with that misty-eyed nostalgia and chuckled. “Well, bless a Ledyba’s spots, I hope you aren’t going to fly off again, Pike!”
The Beedrill coughed, rubbing an edge of a stinger behind his head, half-mumbling an apology once more, but barely holding back the flight-or-fight choice as he kept himself there, “Sorry… I… just never expected to see you there…”
“Now, where else would you expect to see me then?” She settled down to the ground a moment, her wings taking their time to slowly retract wearily, as she examined him bit by bit, taking him in, “Or, is the real question, you never expected me to see you like this?”
Pike took a small breath, and stood just a little taller for her to see, and examine, quiet enough as she nodded approvingly.
“You’ve grown so much Pike… and hardly changed a button either… I haven’t seen you since you were a shy Weedle picking through the Fantasy section, always keen on the stories about knights and princesses if I recall rightly?”
“Heh… not much changed there.”
“Well, what can I do you for, Pike?”
That one threw off Pike a moment, how was he supposed to sum that one up in one reply? It felt like a lifetime ago since he’d seen the Illumise, he wanted to start telling her everything, to let her know everything since the last day he’d seen her, all the friends he’d made, his team, the school, a job, Faith…
He picked and found the easiest reply slapping him in the face as he overthought it, “Well, I just thought it would be nice to catch up with you?”
“Now, that’s good enough a reason for me,” She chuckled warmly, stretching her wings as a warm-up, “My home is a touch far from here, I daresay I wouldn’t miss the company to talk to and make it all the quicker the journey on these old wings.”
She reached for the trolley dolley again, that Pike suddenly became a lot more coherent, and quickly let rip a protest, “Wait, wait a second!”
The old Illumise blinking in bemusement, the Beedrill buzzed into the air behind her, latching both feet to hold onto her bag, nodding, “I can get this for you if you like?”
And then, shaking her head, the old bug just burst out laughing, a hand on her chest as she waved at him, “Merciful heavens, Pike Supiaa, I was right: you haven’t changed at all!
“You always had to do everything by yourself there, why I remember the sight of you bringing that little red wagon all the time, holding the handle in your mouth and using it to take all those books back and forth with you!”
Passing only a slight, ‘heh’ as any form of reply, Pike just hung there, waiting to follow as the Illumise took her time, not flying, but making a curious little shuffle-walk as they left the steps, head held high, her purse clutched in paw as she kept her arms tucked in and gave a quick pace for him to follow, “So tell me about yourself, Pike?”
“Hmm?”
“Well, you said it would be nice to catch up, and I’m not getting any younger you know, tell me about yourself, what you’ve been up to all this time, I haven’t seen you in my corner of the old book-browser in so long, don’t tell me you’ve been stuck to the wall as a Kakuna all these years!”
There was a half-painful seethe from Pike’s direction, a nervous laugh as he rubbed a lance behind his neck, and for a minute, wondered if that wasn’t that far off the noise Faith made in awkward conversations, “Well… I have a job now?”
“A job?” The Illumise raised a brow, suddenly stopping as Pike put on a flapping airbrake behind her, “Dear, I thought the city-“
“Disability benefits… yes, it’s automatically given to any Weedle families for income support… but… I… wanted to make a little money on the side, I review movies for a website?”
“Write?” She followed up, on the move again, this time, making sure that Pike couldn’t hide behind her as she fell back a step or two, looking at him with a brim smile and a nod at those stingers.
“Well, type... I won’t lie that it’s any kind of less awkward, but-“ He wiggled his toes currently curled on her luggage, crossing his stingers, with another nervous laugh following, “I might not be able to play Mozart, but pop a keyboard and mouse on the floor for me, and I could probably write ‘til the Miltank come home for you!”
“I see!” She nodded emphatically, taking an advantage of a moment’s silence before she caught him off guard suddenly, “So, who’s the lucky girl?”
“Wh-?”
“There are only two reasons young boys like you go looking for extra money, either saving for a good college fund or future, or as your reply tells me, they find themselves a young woman they’d surely like to entertain,” She fluttered eyelashes a moment before a warm little giggle, “I was there once myself, on the other end of that statement, mind you, Pike.”
The Beedrill’s face was flustered red, and he tried to gulp past a sizable lump, so much for making a grand announcement there, as he nodded his head in a manner that looked like he’d used a Bobblehead for a substitute. “Cars too?”
“Now, somehow I don’t see you being able to handle a stick shift.” The Illuminise chastised him with a chuckle, “Oh, go on, Pike, indulge an old womon why don’t you?”
“Well…” He coughed, “We met online ironically enough…”
A slight ‘tssk’ came, as the old Illumise shook her head with a mock tone of anger, “That blasted spider-web, no wonder all you youngsters are avoiding my library, all the things to do, learning, stories, shopping, even dating!”
“Heh… well, we didn’t really start properly dating, until she came here to stay you see, h-her name is Faith, a Vulpix girl.”
“Mmm-hmm, a very nice name… but is she a nice girl also?”
Pike paused, thinking back to only earlier this very day, where he’d been doubting that very question… still… it wasn’t Faith’s fault for causing all this trouble, was it?
And there was certainly no reason to shout out if they were going through any kind of relationship problems, was there?
“She’s a lot more than I could have ever imagined,” He replied with a half-truth, and slowly folding into his own grin, as he thought more of the girl, “…she’s definitely changed a lot here for me… I sometimes wonder how I managed to ever find a girl like her.”
“Ahhh, now if that isn’t the sound of a waking heart, then I don’t know what is,” The womon smiled as she kept them going, “But tell me more, the boy you were, a job and a girl, you’re still too young to have just that on your mind, hmm?”
“Well, I AM enrolled in the PCA?” He tried experimentally, realising that suddenly, he seemed to have used up all avenues of conversation with her all at once. “Really?” A surprise took over her face as she stared upwards through the clouds and her own nostalgia, shaking her head, “Oh, I remember when I was there…”
“You were a student in the Academy too?”
“Oh, and how!” She shook her head, adjusting the chain holding her glassed round her neck, “My… so long ago, I remember them all… I don’t suppose Miss Morgue and old Magnum wouldn’t still be hovering around, would they?”
“…Well, actually, yes.” Pike blinked, taking a moment of calculations in head to try and think exactly how long that meant the pair had been there… he knew that Miss Morgue had stayed ever since the accident of the old school… but did Mrs Glowybutt mean before or after the Absol had turned into a ghost?!
“Ah, it’s good to know some things never change” The Illumise let out a tut, dabbing a handkerchief she pulled from her bag over her head and face, sighing, “But in any such case, I believe we’ve made quite good time getting here!”
“Huh?” The Beedrill came to an airbrake stop once more as he turned his head, not recognising any of the old wooden structures around him, turning back to see the old Mrs Glowybutt making her way down a path, to a quaint cottage, one that didn’t look too far out of place of some of the old books she’d read to him so long ago, the garden, the bright colors, the tree and swing and even a bubbling pond he observed as he brought the bag after him, up to her porch.
“I swear we didn’t even take as long as a flap of a Butterfree’s wings, and I daresay you did this old womon a favor, these wings aren’t what they used to be, thank you for helping me, Pike.”
“Oh, no, no trouble at all!” He quick fired out, shaking his head as he let go of her bag and landed just behind her.
“Would you like to come in a spell?” The Illumise took her bag once more, rummaging in her neat little purse for her keys, “I could warm up the stove for some cocoa if you still like it?”
“No, no, thank you…” He shook his head, wondering exactly what time it was now, and half the things he’d promised Faith about doing upon getting back, or the other half of things he was supposed to be doing in his own home… but even with these nagging thoughts, a pang held in his chest, as he looked to the old lady, “Although, I wouldn’t mind seeing you again? If you needed a hand-“ He mentally smacked his head, “-with anything?”
Her warm old smile lit up as she nodded gently, chuckling, “Thank you, Pike… I certainly would appreciate it… you just make sure and don’t be a stranger, alright?”
“Alright!” He nodded a lot more confidently, buzzing back into the air, and suddenly stopping, as he realised a forgotten point, “Mrs…” He trailed slowly away.
“Glowybutt.”
The Beedrill did a doubletake in mid-air, near stalling his wings in one go! “Really?”
“No, you Silly-Stripe!” She laughed, shaking a hand at him, taking a moment to collect herself before she nodded to him with a smile, “Ms. Cavatica, Collette A. Cavatica.”
“Okay.” He nodded back, smiling as well as he sped up his wings, flying upward, “Take care!”
“You just never mind me and take care of yourself and that fine girl friend of yours!!” She hollered upward after him, “Don’t you let her go!”
Pike kept fluttering higher, waving a stinger behind him as he went, wincing as he felt he was high enough not for her to hear, “…I hope I don’t either…”
“I said, do you want me to read you a story?”
“Huh?” The tiny Weedle looked up from the colourful picture of the armoured knight before the dragon to see a very strange blue lady, with old woolly clothes and an old little hat: she smelled of old, but she had a nice smile, and she wasn’t too close to him… he wasn’t sure whether she was good or bad, but as he huddled up his little tail end around him, he shook his head back and forth.
“Are you sure? That book’s a lot more fun if you know the words that go along with the pictures?”
Pike looked at the book, and the dashing knight and his demonic dragon foe, and then finally, daring a little beyond himself, looked to the Illuminise lady, “…I wanna able to read it myself…”
It wasn’t a rejection, and it wasn’t an acceptance, but the old lady just smiled and chuckled, “Well, I can help you do that too if you like?”
****
Time passed certainly long enough after the chance meeting, and as Pike fluttered around outside the library, he cursed his inability to get past awkwardness sometimes; he wouldn’t have had to wait until closing time if he’d just said something coherent there and then in front of Mrs Glowybutt, if he hadn’t just babbled an apology and flapped back to Faith, taking the girl home to Penny’s house and then coming back to wait here, eyes set to the clock.
Why was it so much trouble to say things sometimes, and why to her of all ‘mon?
...Maybe the fact he’d never even learnt her real name would be an embarrassment, ‘Mrs Glowybutt’ was the name he’d called her everyday as a Weedle, but still, was it really that embarrassing to call her that name again that he should have to fly away like that?
Time took its leisure as he sat there, his wings folded, as even their buzzing had became an irritation to his train of thoughts, he sat furrow browed and deep in thoughts, until a low buzzing began to enter his head, and he immediately turned to check he hadn’t suddenly levitated an inch or two, only to confirm his wings were still folded.
It was only when he looked up properly did he see the familiar Illumise once more, just hovering an inch or so above the ground, a little trolley-dolley trundling behind her, coming to a stop as she looked at the Beedrill again with that misty-eyed nostalgia and chuckled. “Well, bless a Ledyba’s spots, I hope you aren’t going to fly off again, Pike!”
The Beedrill coughed, rubbing an edge of a stinger behind his head, half-mumbling an apology once more, but barely holding back the flight-or-fight choice as he kept himself there, “Sorry… I… just never expected to see you there…”
“Now, where else would you expect to see me then?” She settled down to the ground a moment, her wings taking their time to slowly retract wearily, as she examined him bit by bit, taking him in, “Or, is the real question, you never expected me to see you like this?”
Pike took a small breath, and stood just a little taller for her to see, and examine, quiet enough as she nodded approvingly.
“You’ve grown so much Pike… and hardly changed a button either… I haven’t seen you since you were a shy Weedle picking through the Fantasy section, always keen on the stories about knights and princesses if I recall rightly?”
“Heh… not much changed there.”
“Well, what can I do you for, Pike?”
That one threw off Pike a moment, how was he supposed to sum that one up in one reply? It felt like a lifetime ago since he’d seen the Illumise, he wanted to start telling her everything, to let her know everything since the last day he’d seen her, all the friends he’d made, his team, the school, a job, Faith…
He picked and found the easiest reply slapping him in the face as he overthought it, “Well, I just thought it would be nice to catch up with you?”
“Now, that’s good enough a reason for me,” She chuckled warmly, stretching her wings as a warm-up, “My home is a touch far from here, I daresay I wouldn’t miss the company to talk to and make it all the quicker the journey on these old wings.”
She reached for the trolley dolley again, that Pike suddenly became a lot more coherent, and quickly let rip a protest, “Wait, wait a second!”
The old Illumise blinking in bemusement, the Beedrill buzzed into the air behind her, latching both feet to hold onto her bag, nodding, “I can get this for you if you like?”
And then, shaking her head, the old bug just burst out laughing, a hand on her chest as she waved at him, “Merciful heavens, Pike Supiaa, I was right: you haven’t changed at all!
“You always had to do everything by yourself there, why I remember the sight of you bringing that little red wagon all the time, holding the handle in your mouth and using it to take all those books back and forth with you!”
Passing only a slight, ‘heh’ as any form of reply, Pike just hung there, waiting to follow as the Illumise took her time, not flying, but making a curious little shuffle-walk as they left the steps, head held high, her purse clutched in paw as she kept her arms tucked in and gave a quick pace for him to follow, “So tell me about yourself, Pike?”
“Hmm?”
“Well, you said it would be nice to catch up, and I’m not getting any younger you know, tell me about yourself, what you’ve been up to all this time, I haven’t seen you in my corner of the old book-browser in so long, don’t tell me you’ve been stuck to the wall as a Kakuna all these years!”
There was a half-painful seethe from Pike’s direction, a nervous laugh as he rubbed a lance behind his neck, and for a minute, wondered if that wasn’t that far off the noise Faith made in awkward conversations, “Well… I have a job now?”
“A job?” The Illumise raised a brow, suddenly stopping as Pike put on a flapping airbrake behind her, “Dear, I thought the city-“
“Disability benefits… yes, it’s automatically given to any Weedle families for income support… but… I… wanted to make a little money on the side, I review movies for a website?”
“Write?” She followed up, on the move again, this time, making sure that Pike couldn’t hide behind her as she fell back a step or two, looking at him with a brim smile and a nod at those stingers.
“Well, type... I won’t lie that it’s any kind of less awkward, but-“ He wiggled his toes currently curled on her luggage, crossing his stingers, with another nervous laugh following, “I might not be able to play Mozart, but pop a keyboard and mouse on the floor for me, and I could probably write ‘til the Miltank come home for you!”
“I see!” She nodded emphatically, taking an advantage of a moment’s silence before she caught him off guard suddenly, “So, who’s the lucky girl?”
“Wh-?”
“There are only two reasons young boys like you go looking for extra money, either saving for a good college fund or future, or as your reply tells me, they find themselves a young woman they’d surely like to entertain,” She fluttered eyelashes a moment before a warm little giggle, “I was there once myself, on the other end of that statement, mind you, Pike.”
The Beedrill’s face was flustered red, and he tried to gulp past a sizable lump, so much for making a grand announcement there, as he nodded his head in a manner that looked like he’d used a Bobblehead for a substitute. “Cars too?”
“Now, somehow I don’t see you being able to handle a stick shift.” The Illuminise chastised him with a chuckle, “Oh, go on, Pike, indulge an old womon why don’t you?”
“Well…” He coughed, “We met online ironically enough…”
A slight ‘tssk’ came, as the old Illumise shook her head with a mock tone of anger, “That blasted spider-web, no wonder all you youngsters are avoiding my library, all the things to do, learning, stories, shopping, even dating!”
“Heh… well, we didn’t really start properly dating, until she came here to stay you see, h-her name is Faith, a Vulpix girl.”
“Mmm-hmm, a very nice name… but is she a nice girl also?”
Pike paused, thinking back to only earlier this very day, where he’d been doubting that very question… still… it wasn’t Faith’s fault for causing all this trouble, was it?
And there was certainly no reason to shout out if they were going through any kind of relationship problems, was there?
“She’s a lot more than I could have ever imagined,” He replied with a half-truth, and slowly folding into his own grin, as he thought more of the girl, “…she’s definitely changed a lot here for me… I sometimes wonder how I managed to ever find a girl like her.”
“Ahhh, now if that isn’t the sound of a waking heart, then I don’t know what is,” The womon smiled as she kept them going, “But tell me more, the boy you were, a job and a girl, you’re still too young to have just that on your mind, hmm?”
“Well, I AM enrolled in the PCA?” He tried experimentally, realising that suddenly, he seemed to have used up all avenues of conversation with her all at once. “Really?” A surprise took over her face as she stared upwards through the clouds and her own nostalgia, shaking her head, “Oh, I remember when I was there…”
“You were a student in the Academy too?”
“Oh, and how!” She shook her head, adjusting the chain holding her glassed round her neck, “My… so long ago, I remember them all… I don’t suppose Miss Morgue and old Magnum wouldn’t still be hovering around, would they?”
“…Well, actually, yes.” Pike blinked, taking a moment of calculations in head to try and think exactly how long that meant the pair had been there… he knew that Miss Morgue had stayed ever since the accident of the old school… but did Mrs Glowybutt mean before or after the Absol had turned into a ghost?!
“Ah, it’s good to know some things never change” The Illumise let out a tut, dabbing a handkerchief she pulled from her bag over her head and face, sighing, “But in any such case, I believe we’ve made quite good time getting here!”
“Huh?” The Beedrill came to an airbrake stop once more as he turned his head, not recognising any of the old wooden structures around him, turning back to see the old Mrs Glowybutt making her way down a path, to a quaint cottage, one that didn’t look too far out of place of some of the old books she’d read to him so long ago, the garden, the bright colors, the tree and swing and even a bubbling pond he observed as he brought the bag after him, up to her porch.
“I swear we didn’t even take as long as a flap of a Butterfree’s wings, and I daresay you did this old womon a favor, these wings aren’t what they used to be, thank you for helping me, Pike.”
“Oh, no, no trouble at all!” He quick fired out, shaking his head as he let go of her bag and landed just behind her.
“Would you like to come in a spell?” The Illumise took her bag once more, rummaging in her neat little purse for her keys, “I could warm up the stove for some cocoa if you still like it?”
“No, no, thank you…” He shook his head, wondering exactly what time it was now, and half the things he’d promised Faith about doing upon getting back, or the other half of things he was supposed to be doing in his own home… but even with these nagging thoughts, a pang held in his chest, as he looked to the old lady, “Although, I wouldn’t mind seeing you again? If you needed a hand-“ He mentally smacked his head, “-with anything?”
Her warm old smile lit up as she nodded gently, chuckling, “Thank you, Pike… I certainly would appreciate it… you just make sure and don’t be a stranger, alright?”
“Alright!” He nodded a lot more confidently, buzzing back into the air, and suddenly stopping, as he realised a forgotten point, “Mrs…” He trailed slowly away.
“Glowybutt.”
The Beedrill did a doubletake in mid-air, near stalling his wings in one go! “Really?”
“No, you Silly-Stripe!” She laughed, shaking a hand at him, taking a moment to collect herself before she nodded to him with a smile, “Ms. Cavatica, Collette A. Cavatica.”
“Okay.” He nodded back, smiling as well as he sped up his wings, flying upward, “Take care!”
“You just never mind me and take care of yourself and that fine girl friend of yours!!” She hollered upward after him, “Don’t you let her go!”
Pike kept fluttering higher, waving a stinger behind him as he went, wincing as he felt he was high enough not for her to hear, “…I hope I don’t either…”
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