Emerald Showers (One-Shot)

Amorous.

Affectionate.

Constancy.

I thought of these words as sickening. These words meant nothing in my mind, since I only trusted myself. I was not your average Milotic; I was independent and strong-hearted about how I felt, when I felt it. No Pokémon Trainer wanted to have me as their Pokémon, although other Milotic were being captured. We were quite rare, but when trainers found me, they wouldn’t capture me for some reason I could not identify.

So, I made a decision about my status; I was apparently different.

But I wouldn’t need one of those trainers anyway - I could do good all by myself. As my creamy-colored snake body slithered upon the emerald grass blades, a satisfying aroma traveled in my nose. My gratification zone was triggered immediately; the aroma gave me such tantalizing thoughts about the open meadow. The scorching sun was enveloped in a white glow, beaming upon my body as I suddenly stopped my motion, looking around. Trainers were with their respective Pokémon, battling one another and playing with each other.

The creatures were of all types, ranging from Exeggutor to Tentacruel. As I stared silently, I suddenly figured out that they were having fun, something I didn’t do with a trainer throughout my entire life. I had to admit, I desperately wanted to feel the love, affection, and loyalty of a trainer, but I really wanted to know why I was not captured. As a wild creamy-colored cat with purple ruffs on her head ambled past me, I simply touched her right shoulder, catching her attention. She meowed bafflingly and looked cautiously.

“What would you like?” she asked.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but would you happen to know why trainers don’t want to capture me?” I inquired back.

She gazed upon my body and simply laughed. Was something strange or funny about me? Why was she laughing?

“Honey, just look at you. Any Pokémon Trainer would love to have you, because you are known as a shiny Milotic. Maybe you are just hallucinating; millions of trainers would love to have you. Now, I shall be on my way,” the Delcatty announced.

As she normally strolled away, I intensely gazed into the sky as the atmosphere became a darker color, dark gray clouds abruptly decorating the skies. I then looked in a small pond, seeing a full body reflection of myself. She was indeed correct; my colors weren’t normal at all.

Instead of my hairs being a sparkling scarlet tint, mine were more of a faded lavender shade. A regular Milotic’s tail was a patterned crimson and cerulean color; my diamond-like pattern was more of a lavender and gold mixture, creating a glittering combination of two colors.

Then, one thought floated in my head; humans were picky. Just because I was shiny, they didn’t want me.

Then why did that Delcatty say that humans would love to have me?

If they did want me, then how come I was not captured? Water piled up on the lower section of my eyes, forming into streams of tears. The tears showered down the sides of my pale face as I slammed my body into the grass, whimpering uncontrollably. These trainers were that picky; I wouldn’t be captured because I would be considered different. The Pokémon Trainers cleared the area as I stared, water filtering my eyes once more.

Suddenly, a white glow encased my eyes, blocking my vision. My eye-vision then returned to normal, miniature ponds formed in the grass that resembled my drops of tears. As I looked around again, only one trainer remained with his male Magmar. With his ravishing wavy black hair, he wasted each second taking a single footstep, approaching me steadily.

Was he going to capture me?

But, that Delcatty’s comment still reeked inside of my head: Any Pokémon Trainer would love to have you, because you are known as a shiny Milotic. Maybe you are just hallucinating; millions of trainers would love to have you.

Then, I figured something; this trainer would probably want me only because I was a shiny Milotic, not for the fact that he wanted me to become apart of his Pokémon-based family. I thought humans would be more loving than other Pokémon, but the Delcatty proved me wrong. I would never become apart of a human’s team; I would die alone. I would love myself than to be loved by humans. The light-skinned head coldly touched my body, the male trainer displaying a worried face as he stroked my back.

Was he actually going to capture me for my rarity?

Only time would tell, right?

A creamy-golden haze swam into the air as scarlet sparks danced across the haze, emerald drops of rain crashing on the area. My fate was uncertain; only this trainer would determine my destiny.