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Kevin and Buizel (Second edition)

Chapter 4: One Strange Buizel

Buizel came out from the pokeball and sat down in a table with his eyes closed, he was probably exhausted from being in the pokeball for so long, or maybe the procedure for the pokeball repair tired him. Buizel opened his eyes slowly, he seemed to regain consciousness as he looked at ash, his eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and he saw Ash smiling at him. Buizel looked puzzled, probably expecting Kevin instead of Ash; Buizel was still adjusting to the world around him.

"Hey Buizel! How's it goin'?" Ash asked the Buizel with happiness while he put the new everstone collar on Buizel's neck, he looked as it was placed around him, his eyes widened and he quickly started looking all around him.

He stood quickly from the table and began to run forward. Ash was so startled by the sudden reaction that he stepped back to give him space, Buizel moved to the side and fell from the table hitting the floor flat. Buizel looked all around, he screamed, but then immediately grabbed a hold of his own throat, he used his paws to touch his face frantically while muttering to himself, his voice stuttered and his eyes were out of orbit.

"It's just like the others..." Cedric said as he stared worried at the poor Buizel. "All of the pokemon are disorientated at first and then react in a bizarre way, I have no idea how this one will react." Cedric said as he approached the pokemon and kneeled in front of him. He used his stethoscope to listen to his incredibly elevated heart rate; he looked at him in the eyes.

"Don't worry little Buizel, we will take good care of you. I'm a Pokemon doctor." Cedric said to him as he listened carefully to his heart, Buizel looked at himself more carefully and then smiled, and later he became incredibly enthusiastic. He leapt about in the room and seemed as jolly as ever and sang a song in his own language. He skipped from one side to the other and danced.

"It's interesting to see Buizel so excited so suddenly, but Buizel should know about Kevin." Dawn said worryingly. Cedric nodded and later held Buizel in his arms, he was right after all, nothing is worse than losing a trainer.

"You seem very happy Buizel, although we have some terrible news for you." Cedric said while holding him up, Buizel's smile faded quickly, the pokemon then paid attention to him. "Your trainer Kevin, is missing." Buizel first laughed a bit, but then became quickly sad. Cedric had placed him down on the table once more. Buizel had become frightened, he trembled uncontrollably in place and his eyes shifted all around him, later with some sort of dementia he began looking at many different places rapidly as if being haunted, and then he was confused as Buizel started touching his entire body with his paws, finally he sobbed and then let out a screeching cry loud and sad enough to make your heart sink to the deepest of oceans.

It was a dreadful scene to witness, but there was nothing anyone could do to relieve the poor pokemon. It was just like Cedric had said, Pokemon start behaving strangely as soon as they are outside the pokeball.

"It's another very different case, what is the cause of this to happen? The trainer missing? It can't be the only reason; he would just be sad, not confused or displaying mental issues." Cedric asked himself aloud. Buizel quickly turned around, he dashed towards Cedric and leapt in his arms, he cried and sobbed while looking him in the eyes, the sudden reaction was shocking to everyone, it was like the pokemon tried to yell at Cedric. The doctor carefully got a hold of Buizel and set him on the table once more, "Calm down Buizel! We are going to find Kevin!"

"That was so strange, it really isn't normal for Pokemon to react that way" Brock said as he had seen the poor Buizel react. "Maybe Pikachu can calm him down?" Brock suggested Ash.

"That sounds like a good idea!" Ash said as he looked at his Pikachu, as soon as his Pokemon heard this he rushed right ahead. Pikachu had jumped on the table and greeted Buizel in an attempt to calm him down, Buizel had stood in place and stared at Pikachu, he appeared to be scared as well. Buizel fell on his back, fainted.

Dawn watched as Buizel passed out, he picked Buizel in her arms and patted his small head.

"Aww, Pikachu… you scared him!" Pikachu just replied with a regretful "Pika" as Ash picked his own Pokemon up.

"It's okay Pikachu, I know you didn't mean too." Ash said as he let his pokemon climb back on his shoulder. Cedric looked at Buizel, his worries have only increased.

"I think it would be better if we let Kevin's Pokemon be with one of his friends. Maybe he will feel comfortable." Cedric said, Ash and his friends agreed that it would be the best idea at the moment; they also had to head out to the next gym match soon.

"Cedric, can we leave Kevin's Pokemon on your hands?" Brock asked Cedric, the doctor was quite surprised by the petition, and he had thought the rest would keep helping, but this was probably getting out of hand for them.

"What... me?" Cedric had asked as he pointed at himself, "Don't you know someone else that Buizel might possibly know? It's not that I don't want to take care of Kevin's Pokemon, but it would be better if his Buizel was with someone he knew aside from Kevin." Cedric had explained, Cedric had thought for a moment on whom that could be and then he remembered Kevin's manager, George. "How about the manager? He had known Kevin and his Buizel for a long time!"

They all left the Pokémon center, this time Cedric went with the group, he was very interested in analyzing this Pokemon as well. They thanked Nurse Joy for everything, and of course, Brock couldn't resist holding Joy’s hands and getting romantic with her, but that only made his Pokémon hit him once again just to be carried away. They shortly arrived at George's place. They all sat down and talked about the recent events, as they told the manager all of the details he became very concerned. The Pokemon were eating on the ground, all of Kevin's Pokemon were out off their pokeballls as well. The people were drinking tea with some cookies; it would be a calm setting if Kevin weren't missing.

"Kevin wouldn't just abandon his Pokemon, that is not how Kevin is." The manager stated to everyone as the story had concluded, he glanced at the picture on his wall quickly. "How is Buizel doing?" The manager asked.

"Well, he is eating with the rest of the Pokemon, but it seems that he is very shy around them, shy and scared I would dare say." Cedric said as he looked at Buizel eating with the others, his head was down and he was lacking energy, he hadn't touched his pokemon food at all, the other Pokemon had cheered him to take a nibble on his food, once Buizel had a bite of it, Buizel's hunger became apparent as he stuffed his own mouth with food as quickly as possible.

"Poor thing, do you think you'll be able to take care of Buizel in the meantime? Just until people know about Kevin's whereabouts?" Cedric asked the manager.

"For my friend Kevin, I'd do anything, I'll take care of his pokemon, he loves them so much, especially his Buizel." George said, Cedric smiled as he drank from his tea.

"I understand, I too love my Lucario very much." The doctor said.

Nightfall was closing by, Cedric and the three travelers departed from the manager's home. They had much to do, and they would rather leave Kevin's disappearance to the police and let Kevin's good old friend take care of any ongoing situation. All of Kevin's pokemon were happy to be with George, Buizel was however still unsettled and sad.

George was checking on Kevin's stuff as he decided where in the house certain things should go. The guitar will definitely go where the records are, money that Kevin won't mind him borrowing for now and his spare clothes which he left in the bag. But from all of these possessions, Kevin's journal was the most prized one, George recalls when his friend told him about what sort of things he would write on it. The story about the friendship between Buizel and Kevin, he decided to leave the journal atop of the table of the dinner room. He was debating if he wanted to read the journal or not, possibly something to muck at him for later on, this was not the time for such thoughts however.

Buizel attempted to climb and grab the journal, George stopped him and bumped him in the nose with his finger. "This is Kevin's journal Buizel; you shouldn't mess around with it." Then he thought for himself. “Because I want to mess with it.” He chuckled, what kind of strange things he might have in his journal.

George put Buizel back on the floor. He would store him in a pokeball, but Buizel needed to relax and think about things, maybe. George really didn't really understand pokemon as much as his friend did. He decided to pick him up and pat him in the head, or something, he was unsure of what pokemon generally wanted. So he sat him on the chair and looked at him.

"Well Buizel... how are you?" George asked not really sure on what he could do. Buizel stared at him carefully; his expression was of pure desolation.

"Well... I don't know how to keep a Buizel entertained or anything..." He was thinking on how he could entertain kids, "do you like painting?"

George had prepared several sheets of paper and set them on the ground, he selected a dark red paint and set it up for him. Buizel just paid attention to the manager's motions. Buizel placed a paw on the paint and then on the paper, his expression was of amazement and glee.

"Perfect! Go ahead and paint at your heart's desire. I'll leave this room on for you, but sleep soon." George said as he shut the door to his bedroom.
George was concerned, his friend hadn't shown up yet, his Buizel was depressed and things didn't seem to get better at all. Hopefully everything would get better tomorrow, and hopefully news of his friend would arise.

The manager was walking in a forest, everything was dark and the thunder clashed atop the sky. Kevin's voice called, the mist enveloped him shrouding his sight. George looked at his surroundings with no luck. The voice said faintly at the distance. "We won’t be able to talk again George, I’m sorry" The thunder rumbled the silence and broke the sky, desperation grew inside the Manager, he began to feel the same desolation that Buizel began to feel. The clouds swarmed and the Thunder erupted again...

...that was when George woke up, his mind was unsettled and he was uncontrollably sweaty, his preoccupation for Kevin had made him grow restless. He got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The Obscurity accompanied George, so he carried his flashlight to show the way throughout the obscure corridors.
As he drank the water he needed he heard someone in the room, papers rustled and a chair had tumbled, George quickly became alert. His flashlight looked at every corner and every hallway; he quickly spotted red paint on the ground creating a trail towards the living room. George followed the path, a small dark silhouette went though his feet, he turned around and lit the wall facing him to a disturbing sight, Buizel looked at George dead in the eye, red undistinguishable signs were painted, they pointed to the poor Buizel, these arrow-like drawings surrounded the entire wall. He was startled, crying and desperate. The Buizel also held tightly to Kevin's journal, George only imagined that his depression was getting to him.

"Buizel, I understand that you really miss Kevin, but... I..." George sighed and picked up the phone.

“This could easily be some sort of mental health issue.” Cedric said as he examined Buizel carefully, George just sat at his couch and looked at the doctor and the pokemon

“Ced, I’m terrified, this is not something pokemons normally do, I know that much.” George got up and handed some papers to Cedric, “Buizel did these...” Cedric quickly looked at these pages, impressed but also shocked.

“These are all just Is... some N attempts here and there, but what does this mean?” Cedric asked himself puzzled as he kept checking the pages. “Do you think Buizel was attempting to spell out “Kevin”?”

“I’m not really sure, but how does he even know how to write letters?”

“Only Kevin would know,” Cedric then looked at the journal that he had taken from Buizel. “Read Kevin’s journal, you might learn something and it would explain how Buizel feels.”

“Sounds like a good idea... I was planning to read it anyway.”

“I'm sure it will help.”

Cedric had promptly left after he assured himself that Buizel would be calm, George quickly recalled the journal, he picked Buizel up and petted him in the head, he took Buizel to a reading area in the house. He turned on the lamp and sat down with Buizel on his lap.

"I feel like you really are depressed, believe me... I am too, all I want is a hug from my friend Kevin...” George said to Buizel, the pokemon had come in close for a hug, George petted the Buizel.

“Well since I know you can't read, I'll read the journal for you. Maybe it can bring you some happy thoughts." George opened the pages inside the journal; he looked at the pokemon and scratches his little chin. "What if we find any clues on what happened here?" George didn't only read for the pokemon, but for himself. He needed to set his mind at rest if possible, and he also wanted to know more about Kevin himself. They are good friends, but he never understood his powerful friendship with Buizel, "Kevin won't mind." George began reading the old and faded writing.

To be continued…
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Sorry, this was an enourmous delay, hopefully I can keep writing these short chapters more often, but at least I'm getting this chapter out! A huge change is that the canon group is now away from the plot of the story. I can;t believe the painting on the wall looks a bit like blood.

I would like to know what you guys feel about the story thus far. And share it with your friends if you wish! Let the story go around!
That will be all!

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Kevin and Buizel (Second edition)

Chapter 4: One Strange Buizel

Buizel came out from the pokeball and sat down in a table with his eyes closed, he was probably exhausted from being in the pokeball for so long, or maybe the procedure for the pokeball repair tired him. Buizel opened his eyes slowly, he seemed to regain consciousness as he looked at ash, his eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and he saw Ash smiling at him. Buizel looked puzzled, probably expecting Kevin instead of Ash; Buizel was still adjusting to the world around him.

"Hey Buizel! How's it goin'?" Ash asked the Buizel with happiness while he put the new everstone collar on Buizel's neck, he looked as it was placed around him, his eyes widened and he quickly started looking all around him.

He stood quickly from the table and began to run forward. Ash was so startled by the sudden reaction that he stepped back to give him space, Buizel moved to the side and fell from the table hitting the floor flat. Buizel looked all around, he screamed, but then immediately grabbed a hold of his own throat, he used his paws to touch his face frantically while muttering to himself, his voice stuttered and his eyes were out of orbit.

"It's just like the others..." Cedric said as he stared worried at the poor Buizel. "All of the pokemon are disorientated at first and then react in a bizarre way, I have no idea how this one will react." Cedric said as he approached the pokemon and kneeled in front of him. He used his stethoscope to listen to his incredibly elevated heart rate; he looked at him in the eyes.

"Don't worry little Buizel, we will take good care of you. I'm a Pokemon doctor." Cedric said to him as he listened carefully to his heart, Buizel looked at himself more carefully and then smiled, and later he became incredibly enthusiastic. He leapt about in the room and seemed as jolly as ever and sang a song in his own language. He skipped from one side to the other and danced.

"It's interesting to see Buizel so excited so suddenly, but Buizel should know about Kevin." Dawn said worryingly. Cedric nodded and later held Buizel in his arms, he was right after all, nothing is worse than losing a trainer.

"You seem very happy Buizel, although we have some terrible news for you." Cedric said while holding him up, Buizel's smile faded quickly, the pokemon then paid attention to him. "Your trainer Kevin, is missing." Buizel first laughed a bit, but then became quickly sad. Cedric had placed him down on the table once more. Buizel had become frightened, he trembled uncontrollably in place and his eyes shifted all around him, later with some sort of dementia he began looking at many different places rapidly as if being haunted, and then he was confused as Buizel started touching his entire body with his paws, finally he sobbed and then let out a screeching cry loud and sad enough to make your heart sink to the deepest of oceans.

It was a dreadful scene to witness, but there was nothing anyone could do to relieve the poor pokemon. It was just like Cedric had said, Pokemon start behaving strangely as soon as they are outside the pokeball.

"It's another very different case, what is the cause of this to happen? The trainer missing? It can't be the only reason; he would just be sad, not confused or displaying mental issues." Cedric asked himself aloud. Buizel quickly turned around, he dashed towards Cedric and leapt in his arms, he cried and sobbed while looking him in the eyes, the sudden reaction was shocking to everyone, it was like the pokemon tried to yell at Cedric. The doctor carefully got a hold of Buizel and set him on the table once more, "Calm down Buizel! We are going to find Kevin!"

"That was so strange, it really isn't normal for Pokemon to react that way" Brock said as he had seen the poor Buizel react. "Maybe Pikachu can calm him down?" Brock suggested Ash.

"That sounds like a good idea!" Ash said as he looked at his Pikachu, as soon as his Pokemon heard this he rushed right ahead. Pikachu had jumped on the table and greeted Buizel in an attempt to calm him down, Buizel had stood in place and stared at Pikachu, he appeared to be scared as well. Buizel fell on his back, fainted.

Dawn watched as Buizel passed out, he picked Buizel in her arms and patted his small head.

"Aww, Pikachu… you scared him!" Pikachu just replied with a regretful "Pika" as Ash picked his own Pokemon up.

"It's okay Pikachu, I know you didn't mean too." Ash said as he let his pokemon climb back on his shoulder. Cedric looked at Buizel, his worries have only increased.

"I think it would be better if we let Kevin's Pokemon be with one of his friends. Maybe he will feel comfortable." Cedric said, Ash and his friends agreed that it would be the best idea at the moment; they also had to head out to the next gym match soon.

"Cedric, can we leave Kevin's Pokemon on your hands?" Brock asked Cedric, the doctor was quite surprised by the petition, and he had thought the rest would keep helping, but this was probably getting out of hand for them.

"What... me?" Cedric had asked as he pointed at himself, "Don't you know someone else that Buizel might possibly know? It's not that I don't want to take care of Kevin's Pokemon, but it would be better if his Buizel was with someone he knew aside from Kevin." Cedric had explained, Cedric had thought for a moment on whom that could be and then he remembered Kevin's manager, George. "How about the manager? He had known Kevin and his Buizel for a long time!"

They all left the Pokémon center, this time Cedric went with the group, he was very interested in analyzing this Pokemon as well. They thanked Nurse Joy for everything, and of course, Brock couldn't resist holding Joy’s hands and getting romantic with her, but that only made his Pokémon hit him once again just to be carried away. They shortly arrived at George's place. They all sat down and talked about the recent events, as they told the manager all of the details he became very concerned. The Pokemon were eating on the ground, all of Kevin's Pokemon were out off their pokeballls as well. The people were drinking tea with some cookies; it would be a calm setting if Kevin weren't missing.

"Kevin wouldn't just abandon his Pokemon, that is not how Kevin is." The manager stated to everyone as the story had concluded, he glanced at the picture on his wall quickly. "How is Buizel doing?" The manager asked.

"Well, he is eating with the rest of the Pokemon, but it seems that he is very shy around them, shy and scared I would dare say." Cedric said as he looked at Buizel eating with the others, his head was down and he was lacking energy, he hadn't touched his pokemon food at all, the other Pokemon had cheered him to take a nibble on his food, once Buizel had a bite of it, Buizel's hunger became apparent as he stuffed his own mouth with food as quickly as possible.

"Poor thing, do you think you'll be able to take care of Buizel in the meantime? Just until people know about Kevin's whereabouts?" Cedric asked the manager.

"For my friend Kevin, I'd do anything, I'll take care of his pokemon, he loves them so much, especially his Buizel." George said, Cedric smiled as he drank from his tea.

"I understand, I too love my Lucario very much." The doctor said.

Nightfall was closing by, Cedric and the three travelers departed from the manager's home. They had much to do, and they would rather leave Kevin's disappearance to the police and let Kevin's good old friend take care of any ongoing situation. All of Kevin's pokemon were happy to be with George, Buizel was however still unsettled and sad.

George was checking on Kevin's stuff as he decided where in the house certain things should go. The guitar will definitely go where the records are, money that Kevin won't mind him borrowing for now and his spare clothes which he left in the bag. But from all of these possessions, Kevin's journal was the most prized one, George recalls when his friend told him about what sort of things he would write on it. The story about the friendship between Buizel and Kevin, he decided to leave the journal atop of the table of the dinner room. He was debating if he wanted to read the journal or not, possibly something to muck at him for later on, this was not the time for such thoughts however.

Buizel attempted to climb and grab the journal, George stopped him and bumped him in the nose with his finger. "This is Kevin's journal Buizel; you shouldn't mess around with it." Then he thought for himself. “Because I want to mess with it.” He chuckled, what kind of strange things he might have in his journal.

George put Buizel back on the floor. He would store him in a pokeball, but Buizel needed to relax and think about things, maybe. George really didn't really understand pokemon as much as his friend did. He decided to pick him up and pat him in the head, or something, he was unsure of what pokemon generally wanted. So he sat him on the chair and looked at him.

"Well Buizel... how are you?" George asked not really sure on what he could do. Buizel stared at him carefully; his expression was of pure desolation.

"Well... I don't know how to keep a Buizel entertained or anything..." He was thinking on how he could entertain kids, "do you like painting?"

George had prepared several sheets of paper and set them on the ground, he selected a dark red paint and set it up for him. Buizel just paid attention to the manager's motions. Buizel placed a paw on the paint and then on the paper, his expression was of amazement and glee.

"Perfect! Go ahead and paint at your heart's desire. I'll leave this room on for you, but sleep soon." George said as he shut the door to his bedroom.
George was concerned, his friend hadn't shown up yet, his Buizel was depressed and things didn't seem to get better at all. Hopefully everything would get better tomorrow, and hopefully news of his friend would arise.

The manager was walking in a forest, everything was dark and the thunder clashed atop the sky. Kevin's voice called, the mist enveloped him shrouding his sight. George looked at his surroundings with no luck. The voice said faintly at the distance. "We won’t be able to talk again George, I’m sorry" The thunder rumbled the silence and broke the sky, desperation grew inside the Manager, he began to feel the same desolation that Buizel began to feel. The clouds swarmed and the Thunder erupted again...

...that was when George woke up, his mind was unsettled and he was uncontrollably sweaty, his preoccupation for Kevin had made him grow restless. He got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. The Obscurity accompanied George, so he carried his flashlight to show the way throughout the obscure corridors.
As he drank the water he needed he heard someone in the room, papers rustled and a chair had tumbled, George quickly became alert. His flashlight looked at every corner and every hallway; he quickly spotted red paint on the ground creating a trail towards the living room. George followed the path, a small dark silhouette went though his feet, he turned around and lit the wall facing him to a disturbing sight, Buizel looked at George dead in the eye, red undistinguishable signs were painted, they pointed to the poor Buizel, these arrow-like drawings surrounded the entire wall. He was startled, crying and desperate. The Buizel also held tightly to Kevin's journal, George only imagined that his depression was getting to him.

"Buizel, I understand that you really miss Kevin, but... I..." George sighed and picked up the phone.

“This could easily be some sort of mental health issue.” Cedric said as he examined Buizel carefully, George just sat at his couch and looked at the doctor and the pokemon

“Ced, I’m terrified, this is not something pokemons normally do, I know that much.” George got up and handed some papers to Cedric, “Buizel did these...” Cedric quickly looked at these pages, impressed but also shocked.

“These are all just Is... some N attempts here and there, but what does this mean?” Cedric asked himself puzzled as he kept checking the pages. “Do you think Buizel was attempting to spell out “Kevin”?”

“I’m not really sure, but how does he even know how to write letters?”

“Only Kevin would know,” Cedric then looked at the journal that he had taken from Buizel. “Read Kevin’s journal, you might learn something and it would explain how Buizel feels.”

“Sounds like a good idea... I was planning to read it anyway.”

“I'm sure it will help.”

Cedric had promptly left after he assured himself that Buizel would be calm, George quickly recalled the journal, he picked Buizel up and petted him in the head, he took Buizel to a reading area in the house. He turned on the lamp and sat down with Buizel on his lap.

"I feel like you really are depressed, believe me... I am too, all I want is a hug from my friend Kevin...” George said to Buizel, the pokemon had come in close for a hug, George petted the Buizel.

“Well since I know you can't read, I'll read the journal for you. Maybe it can bring you some happy thoughts." George opened the pages inside the journal; he looked at the pokemon and scratches his little chin. "What if we find any clues on what happened here?" George didn't only read for the pokemon, but for himself. He needed to set his mind at rest if possible, and he also wanted to know more about Kevin himself. They are good friends, but he never understood his powerful friendship with Buizel, "Kevin won't mind." George began reading the old and faded writing.

To be continued…
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Sorry, this was an enourmous delay, hopefully I can keep writing these short chapters more often, but at least I'm getting this chapter out! A huge change is that the canon group is now away from the plot of the story. I can;t believe the painting on the wall looks a bit like blood.

I would like to know what you guys feel about the story thus far. And share it with your friends if you wish! Let the story go around!
That will be all!