Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, you know the drill… I do not own Pokémon, blah, blah, blah, blah, BLAH!

Oh, before you go accusing me of copying the fic Silvermist or The Legendary Umbreon, let me explain something. I didn’t steal this idea. I’ve had it since before I’d even heard of Fanfiction.net or The Pokémon Tower, ‘kay? The ideas are similar, but not identical. I would also like to apologize to those of you who read my previous story/ series, Manhunt. I was totally out of line in posting the beginning of that fic the way it was originally. Don’t worry, the majority of my fiction will stay out of those, um, areas. I am making the exception, however, for my stories that are set in the future, like maybe ten years from now. Those are gonna be rather, um, adult in places. But hey, why am I getting’ so ahead of myself? Besides, if I keep blabbing on and on like this, you’re probably gonna stop readin’ before the story starts.

Incubus

Chapter Two: Discovery

By Umbreon (Master of Darkness)

(*666* I back! And I finally have part two of this fic up, tee-hee! * 666 looks at the last line and sweatdrops* Did I just say "tee-hee"? Oh man, I’m losing it! I’d better just get to the story before anything else happens…)

I knew it was a risk, but I had to make the call. Typhlosion wouldn’t be able to do much against Onix anyway.

" Typhlosion, Double-Edge now!" I yelled to my worn out Fire-type.

He nodded and charged at the Onix, who in turn used a Rock Slide technique. Typhlosion collapsed beneath a ton of rubble. I recalled him and sent out my next battler. Perhaps my Skarmory would have a better chance at defeating my powerful foe…

I awoke with a start. That was the first time I had ever had a dream other than that horrid nightmare that constantly plagued me.

" What is it? I heard yelling," called the female Umbreon’s voice.

I sat up and shook my head. I was feeling much better than before.

" I’m okay. It was just a dream," I replied while yawning.

" Oh, what was it about?" she asked, hopping onto the bed I was on.

I closed my eyes to recall the dream.

" I was a Pokémon trainer…" I began. " I had a Typhlosion and a Skarmory. We were battling an Onix."

" Hmmmm, that’s interesting. Not many Pokémon I know have dreams about becoming trainers."

I thought for a moment. " Speaking of which, where’s your trainer, that Shigeru kid?"

" Oh…" she looked at the door that was on the opposite side of the room. " He’s out there…"

I stood up, determined to give him a piece of my mind.

" Where are you going? You need to rest!" The female jumped in front of me.

" Your master had no right to force you to battle that Machamp in the middle of day. He could’ve at least waited until it was dark out so you could use your Moonlight technique to heal yourself," I replied, jumping off of the bed. " Besides, " I added, " I feel fine."

I trotted out of the open door and into the lobby of the Pokémon Center. Shigeru stood near the entrance. A young female human with red hair, probably in her late teens, was chewing him out, so to speak.

" How could you do that to that poor Umbreon?! He didn’t know that that was a battle. He probably just thought that your female was in trouble, so he came to her rescue. It’s natural for an Umbreon his age to do that!" the female screeched at Shigeru.

He simply rolled his eyes.

The female Umbreon appeared beside me.

" Ready to go?" Shigeru asked her.

She looked at me, then to her trainer, and back again.

" I have to go…" she whispered, walking briskly over to him.

" Goodbye…" I said softly, watching her follow Shigeru out of the building.

" So, you like her, huh?" asked a feminine voice.

I turned quickly to see a large Chansey standing beside me. She nudged me and winked.

I sweatdropped. Things must’ve been pretty boring around this Pokémon Center for her to begin attempting to play matchmaker.

" No, I just like to play matchmaker," Chansey grinned.

I sweatdropped again. " You read my thoughts?"

" Another little trick I’ve picked up. A Kadabra came in here a while ago. She taught me how to use Psychic abilities that I didn’t even know I had."

She paused.

" What is it?" I asked.

" You had a dream about becoming a Pokémon trainer, didn’t you?"

" Um, yeah, why?"

" Well, I’ve learned that dreams tend to hold hidden meanings. In this case, the meaning is all but hidden…"

I raised an eyebrow. " Meaning…?"

" I also know that you don’t like to see other Pokémon get hurt because of their trainer’s stupidity…" Chansey kept going, ignoring my question.

" And that would mean…?" I was getting rather impatient with Chansey. I knew they were a bit ditzy, but this was going too far.

" Isn’t it obvious?" Chansey asked.

I shook my head. " Not to me."

Chansey grinned. " You want to become a Pokémon trainer like the humans."

I sweatdropped a third time. " Me, a trainer?"

Chansey shrugged. " The heart wants what it wants, I guess…"

I was a bit puzzled by this suddenly turn of events. A Psychic Chansey just told me that I subconsciously want to be a Pokémon trainer…

Finally, I just figured that Chansey was insane and left the center. There was no point in staying there.

I ran back to the forest, moving from shadow to shadow to avoid the sunlight. I then realized that the sun was setting. Sweatdropping, I stalked away into the underbrush…

As I walked through the dark woods, I began to wonder… What if what Chansey had said was true? What if, deep down in my tortured soul, I wanted to become a Pokémon trainer like the humans?…

" Wow, an Umbreon!" shouted a voice.

I had been so immersed in thought that I had walked out in plain sight, right in front of a trainer.

Seeing no way out, I figured that I had to fight…

The trainer was probably about the same age as Shigeru, although he was much shorter. His spiky chestnut hair poked out of the old blue and yellow cap he wore. He also wore a pair of green pants with yellow pockets, along with a green T-shirt and vest. Black and green finger-less gloves adorned the boy’s hands. He held a PokéBall with a single yellow star placed on it.

" Go, Zippo!" the trainer yelled, opening the ball.

A large Charmeleon emerged from the ball, looking well rested and ready to battle.

" Zippo, Flamethrower!" the boy ordered.

" Flames…. IGNITE!" the Charmeleon, nicknamed "Zippo", cried, shooting a powerful blast of flames from his gaping jowls.

I jumped to the left and used a Sand Attack. Zippo coughed and hacked as I threw more and more dirt onto him.

Finally he roared, " SLASH!!" From out of the shield of sand I had created, one of the Charmeleon’s razor-sharp talons protruded and swiped at me.

I cried in agony as chunks of my fur were ripped away.

Seeing his chance, the Charmeleon attempted another Flame attack. This time, I was ready for it.

" Healing Moonbeams!" I cried. The moon suddenly became full. Its brilliant light cascaded down on me, deadening my nerves and healing my wounds.

The sudden flash of light must’ve startled the Charmeleon, for his Flame attack missed me by a mile, so to speak.

The trainer held up the red and silver orb and recalled Zippo. He then brought up another ball.

" Go, Happy!" he cried, releasing his second Pokémon.

This time, a Butterfree appeared. Its eyes were bright and its wings sparkled in the moon light.

" Happy, Gust!" the trainer called.

The Butterfree, Happy, began to flap its wings rapidly, kicking up a wind storm.

I tried to dodge, but it was no use. The storm lifted me off my feet and threw me into the trunk of a tree.

" Now, Tackle it!" the boy ordered.

Before my body hit the ground, the Butterfree charged at me.

‘ This is it…’ I thought sadly. ‘ It’s all over.’

I closed my eyes and got ready for the oncoming attack…

Butterfree slammed me harder into the tree. I fell to the ground, unable to breathe.

" Alright! PokéBall, go!"

I never saw it coming, but I knew it was there…

*~*~*

" I sure hope he’s okay," said a familiar voice. It was the trainer!

I tried to open my eyes, but it was as though they were glued shut.

" You sure took it out of him," said another voice, this time female.

" He put up a tough battle. It took both my Charmeleon and my Butterfree to take him down."

" Well, he should be okay soon."

I heard something beeping a buzzing behind me. The noises got louder and louder…

Soon, I felt something odd happening. It was like someone had put my healing system into overdrive.

" There now, he should able to battle in a few minutes," said the female’s voice.

I opened my eyes. The red-haired nurse who had treated me before stood over me.

" Great!" said the trainer’s voice.

He picked me up a put me on the floor. I felt dizzy. I tried to take a step, but soon found it difficult. The brightly lit room began to spin rapidly. I fell to the ground, unable to balance.

" Poor guy," the trainer said, picking me up once more.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that he’d taken me to a corner of the Center.

He placed me back down gently. I stood up again, this time with a bit more confidence.

" Oh, great, the Umbreon’s awake…"

I spun around to see the Charmeleon, Zippo, standing behind me. Beside him were the Butterfree, Happy, and a female Pikachu.

" Sparky, Zippo, Happy, I want you to be nice to our new friend," the trainer said, patting me on the head.

" Whatever you say, Hiroshi," the Pikachu, Sparky, said sweetly.

The trainer, Hiroshi as Sparky had called him, nodded and smiled. He then went over to an odd green machine and began to push some buttons.

" Hello,’ I said in a small voice. " My name’s Incubus."

" Yeah, and my name’s ‘Thunder’s Fury’," Sparky said sarcastically.

I raised an eyebrow.

" I can’t believe he’s letting you, of all Pokémon, join our team," muttered Zippo.

" What do you mean?" I asked. I honestly had no idea what they were talking about.

Happy snorted. " You’re obviously not good enough for us."

I blinked. What were they trying to say?

" In other words…" Zippo began, yawning.

" … We don’t need you," Sparky sneered.

" We can never be friends…" Happy growled.

My eyes widened.

" Why- why not?" I asked, hurt.

Sparky tossed her hair. " We don’t like you. I, personally, don’t know why Hiro is letting you in our group."

I looked down at my feet. These Pokémon didn’t like me…

Instead of trying to make more of a conversation, I decided to curl up on a large blanket that was spread across the hard tile floor and go to sleep.

" Hey, get off that!" Zippo yelled.

" What?" I yawned, looking back at him.

He pulled the sheet from under me while snarling, " Only those who have battled today can rest on the blanket."

With that said, he and his companions curled up on the blanket and fell asleep.

I looked back at them, my eyes blurred with tears. I curled up on the cold linoleum floor and drifted into a fitful sleep…

(*666* That went better than expected… I did this mainly because on the fact that I haven’t seen any fics with Richie in them for quite a while… Chapter three: Revelation, coming soon!)