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theme #15 [mercy]

X-posted @ geeq_chiq , orange_league , shamouti_island  & poke100 

Hi guys, I'm Kelly, and this is my first, somewhat short post. Nice to meet you all xD

My 100 themes will be on my "fanon", AKA my Orange Islands 00berfic. Central characters are Melody and Howie (or more specifically, Melody x Howie). Just so you know, Melody is the girl from Pokémon 2000, but older, and Howie is my OC. You'll find out about him as you read my fics =D

Cheers to my friend nummy_cream_puf  who picked this first theme for me =D

(the second will be #066 - Legend)

Theme #15 - Mercy

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She's looking at me bemused, like she did the first time I gave her a Pokémon egg. This egg is a sort of pale green colour with bright red and yellow tribal markings dotted around its shell.

"I'm fairly sure it's a Natu." I tell her once her blue-grey eyes shift to the egg in her hands.

"How do you know?" She asks, tracing symbols with a finger. Her eyes now dart up to me again as I don't answer. "Howie...what do you know?"

Melody, while only having received her first Pokémon a few months ago - from myself - at the age of eighteen, is very sensitive with regards to the actions of others on Pokémon. I don't want to distress her, though I have a very hard time lying to her; my guilty conscience will catch up with me.

"The truth, Howie." She says, reading me like a book.

"Team Aqua." I finally revealed, busying myself with grooming Poochie. "They raided the Xatu's nesting site on the west of the island...took them all for work using their psychic abilities, I doubt it was for battling, they're not interested in those types...this is all Slowking found when the left. Late hatcher, we figure."

Melody doesn't know I'm with them. Melody doesn't know Slowking had to spend the best part of an hour arguing with me to ensure I wouldn't discard the egg or pass it over to Team Aqua, where it would also end up neglected. He also argued that Melody would look after it, and I had to agree that it would be a useful addition to her team, being a flying and psychic type; not covered by her Chikorita, Wooper or Flaafy.

Besides, I don't want her to know what a callous person I've had to become to do this job efficiently and to order.

"You're so kind, Howie." She says, beaming up at me like a five-year-old, oblivious to the fact that her words couldn't be further from the truth. "Your facilities are better than what I could provide, right? Can I keep it here in your breeding centre until it hatches?"

She's holding the egg towards me at the end of outstretched arms. I form a comforting smile on my face and push it back towards her. "No. It's even better now you've got the beginnings of a team of Pokémon. It's good for Pokémon eggs to be with a team of others, particularly since this one was seperated from its mother and might be a bit wary of humans for a little while."

"It won't like me?"

"Take it home, Melody, it'll be fine."

She looks less surprised than usual by the abruptness in my speech, and leaves without saying a word. She must somehow know that she says and does things that riddle me with guilt over what I do for a living and how I'm deceiving her - and indeed this entire island.

This little act of compassion makes me feel a little bit more human.

"Team Aqua don't know what compassion is." Slowking declares, surprising Poochie and myself who had been unaware of his arrival. "I'd say this is maintaining your façade by being merciful."

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I'm not too pleased with the content or the length, but I got one out of the way = |
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