Thread: Extensive Bonding (Pokemon) [Shikokudarkstar]

Irou held all of his Pokemon in his hand, sealed in their own respective Pokeballs. In his mind, he replayed how each of them had been knocked out during that fight. All five of them failed to get what he thought he deserved. Galvantula was acquired with his connections to his family in Unova. It was a family pokemon that he saw every now and then as a Joltik until it was entrusted to him. Too eager to please, too affectionate. That was clearly a distraction that got in the way of the pokemon's natural agility. One stray flamethrower was all it took to bring the spider down. Distancing was required. Tangela was a stray that he took in. It was abandoned by another trainer, but Irou decided to adopt it. A mediocre addition. The vine pokemon did not like direct confrontations. The introverted nature got in the way when it could have finished an enemy off. It hesitated, due to some past trauma, and therefore lost to a Sucker Punch. Noivern was traded. Irou caught a rare pokemon in Johto, and swapped it to someone in Kalos. Powerful, but unruly. While he took pleasure in any order that involved beating anything up, he was headstrong. The flier wasn't enthusiastic about tactics, and flew directly into feints and setups. Eevee was simply not meant for this fight. Irou was just beginning to carefully raise it, trying to decide what to forcefully evolve it into. The poor conditions of the fight prompted him to bring the Pokemon out, and it didn't last long at all. Too new, too weak. Too small. Irou looked to the last Pokemon he held, the one he was with the longest. This pokemon should have guaranteed victory, but instead the opposite happened. He had memories with this pokemon, way back when he was a kid. Perhaps it was time for a talk. With flick of a wrist, the capsule was opened and a Ninetales materialized. We should have won. Was the first thing that came out of the trainer's mouth, wrought with disgust. You could have won that, for me, and for the rest of your team. I- I don't even know where to begin. You failed! I just... We're going to figure out what we did wrong. We're not going back until we fix this, fix you . The man sighed, sitting against the same tree and actually looking at the Ninetales in the eyes for the first time in a long while. Look I'm, I'm sorry. This has just been so frustrating, so stressful. I'm trying to get us to the top. Your performance compared to the others has just been, bad. Terrible. I don't know what's wrong along the way! Beyond useless, he thought. Orders were disobeyed, his speed was lacking, and there was no timing or synchronization. Alune? It was a long time since he said that name. He recalled a prized Vulpix he did everything with, shared every secret he had with. I... we have a lot of history together. I can't forget that. Those were wonderful years I shared with you when we were kids together. We went through some hard times together Alune. And now they kept hitting brick walls. Ninetales was a tool, to help him achieve his dream, a dull, rusty tool that lost its edge. What Irou saw before him now was a crutch. He still held that pokeball in his hand. Irou glanced down at the device for a moment, pondering, until he dropped it on the ground and crushed it with his foot. Go, Alune, leave me. You're can't help me anymore.