Chapter two

Sazkey

   New Bark Town was small, even so, Jeremy was lost and not happy about it. He grumbled and his signature pout was ever present. Tyson walked behind him, the two seemed to be something to avoid as people either ducked into their houses or went to the other side of the road. Tyson sighed, Jeremy ignored them.
   “Isn’t there a silly mart in this town?” Jeremy spat out grumpy and stopped. Tyson didn’t answer, he knew better than to get in the way for his trainer while he was in this mood. Instead he stood patiently behind Jeremy. “Ah, that’s right. Oh, Tyson, aren’t you dying to find a mart, for good old Jeremy?” Jeremy didn’t look back, he just stood there, silky smooth voice. Tyson shook his head, he didn’t want to run around looking.
   “Very well, your not to fast anyways.” His trainer said low, grabbing a Pokèball which he threw at the ground, sending out the Pokèmon within. It was an Umbreon, looking back at his trainer in total obedience. Waiting for the order, Jeremy smirked. “Rex-u. Find a mart and report back, and hurry will you?” Rex-u nodded once and turned, running off hastily. Jeremy turned back and looked down at Tyson, he looked back at him.
   “Get up now, you know you want too.” Jeremy said low, his voice softer, warm. Tyson smiled carefully and leaped up, getting comfy on Jeremy's shoulder. Jeremy smirked, just then the boy from before came running past him.
   Jeremy pouted, glaring at the boys back with one of those if looks could kill – looks. “Let's see what the little shrimp are up to, eh?” he whispered, jogging after the boy. Jeremy wondered if the boy had healed his Charmander yet. Jeremy puffed short. He probably didn't even know where the Pokèmon center in this town was. Because surely, if Jeremy hadn't found it, then a little shrimp like this one sure wouldn't have found it either.
  The shrimp ran out of town, into the tall grass, Jeremy stayed within the town walls, looking him out, he was looking for something like a madman. Jeremy observed him scurrying around, had he lost something? Jeremy narrowed his eyes. “Tyson, what you think the shrimp is looking for?” He whispered, the Raichu at his shoulder just shook and Jeremy pouted. “Let's find out.” he said then pretending to walk normally out of the Town and into the grass.
   “My, my. What do we have here? A little shrimp searching for something.” Jeremy said cocky and smirked at the boy. The boy stiffened, he turned slowly to face Jeremy and Tyson, looking at him. “I am looking for Pokèmon to catch!” He half snarled at Jeremy who put a surprised look on his face. The boy continued to search around in the grass, Jeremy pouted, the surprised look was long gone.
   “You won't catch anything like this.” Jeremy said, however the boy ignored him, running back and fort, Jeremy got irritated, he nodded to Tyson who jumped down and stood in the way for the boy, electric energy pulsing out of his cheeks. It worked, the boy stopped. “Wasn't it enough to beat Dracko to a pulp?” He asked, anxiety heavy in his voice.
   “Yeah, I like to make my Raichu fry little kids like you.” Jeremy said sarcastic, the boy tensed on the spot. “I am not a little kid! I'm fourteen!” He shouted red faced at Jeremy. “Why do you pick on me? Just because I just got my first Pokèmon?” He shouted.
   “Just because you are a strong and skilled trainer and I am new does not give you the right to pick on me! You also began like this!” He took a deep breath, Jeremy pouted as usual.
   “Eh, no I didn't start like this. I met Tyson in the Veridian Forest when I was four years old. I started training when I was nine.” Jeremy grumbled. “Don't people get Pokèmon when they are ten?” He asked, which the boy looked to the ground. “Papa said I had to wait, he said I wasn't ready. But today he finally said I was ready.” the boy said low, it was obvious he knew he was much older then most kids getting their first Pokèmon.
   “But a Charmander, that is one of the starters of Kanto. Why did your professor give you a Kanto starter?” Jeremy asked kinder sounding now, the boy peeked up at him. “I didn't get Dracko from Professor Elm, papa gave him to me.” He said silently, Jeremy sighed.
   “Hey, don't be ashamed. Starting now just mean that you are behind. You have to work harder then those of the same age to achieve the same skills as a trainer.” Jeremy said bossy, the boy looked at him now. “Starting four years after the others your age is just your greatest challenge.” Jeremy walked a few steps closer and smirked, bending toward the boy.
   “And I will help you.” He said, it could be interesting to see this clumsy boy improve, and he had been rather bored with the idea of just exploring and battling. “This is a very special offer that I don't give to anyone, until now.” Jeremy said.
   The boy looked stunned back to him. “Y-you will teach me?” Jeremy nodded. “O-okay.” Jeremy pouted. “It's okay, hyung!” The boy nodded swiftly. Jeremy lowered a eyebrow, waiting, the boy looked nervous back at him.
   “O-okay, hyung!” he shouted shaky, Jeremy smirked and stood upright. “Right, shrimpy, over there is a Pidgey, go catch it.” The boy looked to where Jeremy had pointed, a little Pidgey was pecking at the ground, minding it's own business. Pidgey was one of the easiest Pokèmon to catch for a beginner and they were a very low level.
   “Right, Pidgey! You are going to be mine now!” the boy shouted at the tiny bird Pokèmon which got startled and flew off. “Oh, oh! Pidgey! Wait! I didn't throw my Pokèball at you yet!” He started running after it, to Jeremy's surprise and slight horror, the gangly guy shouted and waved his arms as he tried to follow the frightened Pidgey.
   “Hey! Shrimpy! Get back here!” he shouted, Tyson shrimping in the grass, this was not going to be pretty. “Get back here, NOW!” Jeremy shouted and the boy had stopped, he came jogging back to him. “Yes, hyung?” he said eager, not noticing the danger in Jeremy's voice.
   “Seriously, shrimpy! That is not how you catch a Pokèmon.” Jeremy snarled at him, making him whimper. “You do it then, hyung.” he mumbled. “Oh, I will.” Jeremy said silky smooth, he looked around them and soon he noticed the bushes moving to the left. “Ah.” He said sneaking up to see a Rattata gnawing on a root. “Now, watch and learn.” he said calm, taking up a Pokèball.
   “Show that you are good for something, Bobbo!” He ordered, throwing the ball on the ground. Out of the ball came a Bulbasaur that looked surprisingly eager for having such a grouchy trainer.
   “Quick, Bobbo! Vine Whip that Rattata!” Jeremy ordered confident, Bobbo smiled almost stupid at his beloved trainer before turning and used it's attack on the Rattata that screeched in pain and came running for a tackle attack. “Dodge it, Bobbo!” Jeremy ordered but Bobbo wasn't fast enough and got hit in the side. “Ah, dang it. Just tackle it back, Bobbo!” Jeremy shouted. Bobbo growled as he ran at Rattata, tackling ithard so it fell to the ground, fainted, Bobbo poked it carefull before turning and smiled hugely at Jeremy as if waiting for the praise.
   “Yeah, yeah. Well done, Bobbo. Return!” Jeremy said lazy and returned Bobbo to the Pokèball. He turned to the boy and smirked. “This is how you battle and catch Pokèmon.” He said as if it was something hard to do. The boy took up a Pokèball from his bag. “So then I can catch it?” He went up to Jeremy's side. “No, you have to weaken and catch them yourself. I am not going to do the hard work for you.” Jeremy grumbled.
   Ah, only then he noticed  the sky had turned pink, it was soon night time. Jeremy looked back to the town. “Geez, Rex-u haven't found a mart yet?” he mumbled more to himself. “There are no mart in New Bark.” said the boy. “A Pokèmon center then?” Jeremy glared at the boy as if it was his fault if it didn't have one. “Uh, no.” He whispered, nervous looking again.
   “Great, I love sleeping outdoors.” Jeremy pouted, he looked at Tyson. “You, cinnamon bun! Go get Rex-u, I bet hes hiding since he has failed.” Tyson charged a little electricity but swiftly got on all fours and ran back into the town.
   “Hyung?” the boy asked while Jeremy was gathering himself from throwing a major hissy fit. “Hyung, you can sleep in my place.” The boy offered carefully, looking like he was awaiting to be scorched by hell flames as Jeremy looked over at him. Well sleeping inside in a bed was much better then sleeping in a sleeping bag outside.

   It had appeared that Jeremy had spoken too soon, Shrimpy's parents had been delighted that he was helping Shrimpy and had asked him for dinner. Mrs. Shrimpy's cooking wasn't too bad either, but this. This was silly, Jeremy took a deep breath and pouted. “So, how is sleeping on the floor any better then sleeping outside on the ground?” Jeremy asked, not happy at all. The boy was already under his blankets, big red eyes stared at him.
   “It is warmer in here then outside. It is just one night, hyung.” he squeaked and hid under the blanket. Jeremy slipped down onto the mattress and glared up at the roof. The boy in the bed shifted to get comfy. Tyson padded on top of Jeremy's blanket and  snuggled up on the corner by his feet like he always did.
   “Hey, shrimp.” Jeremy said, he heard him stiffen in the bed. “Y-yes, hyung?” he answered unsure. “What's the name again?” Jeremy asked, the boy shifted quietly. “I didn't tell you.” Jeremy resisted to growl at him. “Well then tell me your name, idiot.” he hissed low. “Oh, it... it is Sazkey.” Sazkey answered with a low voice. “Sazkey eh?” Jeremy whispered before he closed his eyes.

To be continued.