The "Princess" and Sucky Beginnings
Zephyr's ears started to twitch. "Do you hear that?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," Zekrom answered.
"What?" I questioned. "What are you hearing?"
Both their heads looked to the sky, each head looking a different way.
"Seriously, what are you guys hearing that I'm not?!"
Then they both shushed me.
"Quiet," Zephyr said, then went silent.
I let out a sigh and started to read the Demonology book. Next time you tell me to be quiet, I'll kick you right in your- A sudden tornado picked me up and started carrying me around like I was on a parade float! I kept a tight hold onto my book as I involuntarily flew around. "WUAAAH! HELP ME!" I yelled.
"Keep calm!" Zekrom called. "They like that kind of attention!"
"They?! Who's they?!"
"'Who's they,' she says!"
"She's such a riot!"
"Not to mention quite a looker."
"You said it!"
Two male voices bantered back and forth, and because of their bantering, I was starting to get mad.
"Alright, wise guys," I called. "Come out and face me!"
"Or what?" the first voice taunted.
"What are ya gonna do, Princess?" the second voice spoke with a laugh.
"Thundurus! Tornadus!" Zekrom called. "I demand you stop your acting out! Or shall I send for your brother?"
"Whatever, old man," the second voice scoffed.
"Buzzkill!" the first voice called out.
The tornado disappeared, and I dropped like a rock. Luckily for me, Zephyr was able to catch me. Sort of. I landed on him. Though I must admit he was almost like a pillow. I got off the timberwolf and helped him back up.
"Now come out, you two," Zekrom continued, "and greet my niece properly."
In a puff of green smoke and a puff of blue smoke, two teenage boys had appeared. They both had yellow sclera with white pupils and wild white hair. The one on my left had a green and purple stripe on the right side with skin as white as a sheet, and the other with a blue and black stripe on the left side with mid-tan skin like he went to the beach. And to top it all off, they were naked. I looked away before I saw anything inappropriate, my back turned to them, my face burning with embarrassment.
"For the love of god put some clothes on!" Zephyr yelled.
"This isn't what I meant about greeting my niece properly!" Zekrom yelled. "I will send for Landorus!"
"C'mon, old man," the first voice said. "Lighten up. Let the pretty girl take it all in."
"You perverts!" I yelled, still looking away. "What makes you think I wanna look at... that?!" I folded my wings over my eyes.
"Aw, don't act like you don't like it, baby," the second voice. "Yo, Thundurus, what say we give her another whirlwind roundabout?"
"Sounds like a plan, Tornadus," Thundurus replied with a chuckle.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I moved one of my wings out of the way to see who it was. It was a man with red skin, also with yellow sclera and white pupils and wild white hair like Tornadus and Thundurus had, but with an orange stripe on the left side and a brown stripe on the other. He wore a red shirt with a brown blazer and jeans, but he didn't wear any shoes.
"Excuse me," said the man, "but are my idiot brothers causing trouble?"
"Uh, your brothers?" I asked. "Who exactly are you?"
The man smiled. "I'm Landorus. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." He looked up, possibly looking at Thundurus and Tornadus. "Looks like they're making a scene." He slowly shook his head. "Morons. One second." Landorus walked by me, footsteps fading a bit before stopping. I didn't see what was happening, but the next thing I knew, the two troublemakers were screaming and begging for mercy I think. Following that were little whimpers of pain, and then there was some yelling from Landorus. Finally, everything settled and Landorus gently called to me, "Alright now, young miss. You can look now. I assure you that they're decent."
I turned back and sure enough, Tornadus and Thundurus were fully dressed. They both dressed in hoodies, blue jeans, and hi-kick shoes in their respective colors.
"Now you two, what do you say to the nice girl?"
"Sorry," Tornadus quietly uttered in shame.
"Yeah, sorry," Thundurus spoke in the same tone.
Wow, one minute they're annoying and stupid, the next they're like guilty little children. How does Landorus put up with them? "How'd you get them to calm down like that?" I asked Landorus.
"It's never easy," Landorus admitted. "They're such a pain in the ass."
"You think we're a pain," Tornadus spoke, "then you should meet some of the kids that wander around unsupervised at home."
"Yeah," Thundurus agreed. "Victini, Hoopa, Mew, the whole lot of 'em."
I tilted my head to the side, confused. "Kids?" I asked. "I thought all Immortals were, you know, adults."
Tornadus scoffed. "Big surprise," he said. "Princess doesn't know a thing."
"How stupid can she be?" Thundurus chimed.
"I'm smarter than you two would ever be!" I yelled. "And stop calling me 'Princess'!"
"Oh no! Princess is throwing a royal tantrum!" Tornadus laughed.
"Oh, I'm so scared," Thundurus chimed.
Hold on a minute. Where did I see kids? Oh, that's right! "I remember," I said, " when I first went into the temple, there were portraits, and some of them had kids in them." I threw a side glance at Zephyr. "I guess someone left out a little fact or two."
"Hey, don't blame me," the timberwolf spoke. "You were the one who wanted to know everything, remember?"
"Well then," Landorus spoke, "if that's the case, then I'll let you have this." He knelt , placing one of his hands palm down onto the dirt. Like a zombie rising from the graveyard, a book had appeared. And it wasn't dirty either. Pretty awesome. "This book shall give you information on all the Immortals of Mobius."
"She doesn't need to know everything everything," Zekrom said with a nervous chuckle, then held out his hand. "Now you can just hand the book over to me, and-"
"But Zekrom, if she needs to know anything about our world, then this book shall help and guide her. We wouldn't want her to be lost within our way of living, now would we?" As he spoke, a warm, gentle smile was easily placed on his face. Zekrom tried swiping the book from his friend's hand, but Landorus gave the book to me with the greatest of ease, almost acting like the Dragon god wasn't even there. "As long as you hold that book," he said to me, "you'll know everything there is to know about the eternal lives that which we live."
"Well, uh, thank you," I said. "But I'm not exactly..."
"Don't worry. We know. You're still training, that I understand."
"Yes, but it's not only that. I'm also..."
"Half-mortal, I know. But no need to fear. You'll do fine in the final test."
"That is, if Princess can even pass it," Tornadus whispered to Thundurus. "Which she won't."
"Yeah, she's gonna have her royal butt handed to her," Thundurus whispered back.
Without warning, Landorus smacked the two upside their heads. "Now now, there's no reason for your badmouthing, you two," he said. He glanced at me and smiled. "The Immortals you'll meet are quite pleasant. On that note, we shall meet again in the future." The three of them turned into the wind and blew away.
"I'm so nervous about that final test," I said to the Chaotix. 'Twas about nighttime when I finally returned to the agency, and Vector almost threw a big hissy fit. Good thing Espio used some kind of nerve technique on the croc to make him fall asleep before he exploded. He went facedown onto the couch across from me. "I'm not sure that I can do it."
"What's the goal behind this 'final test'?" Espio asked. The ninja chameleon sat next to me. Of course, he sat cross-legged.
"I'm not sure. It's some kind of secret."
"Why don't you ask about it?" Charmy squeaked. The little bee sat on my lap.
"I did ask, but Blaze said that I'll have to wait for it to start, and I'm not sure how long that will be. I'm getting jittery just thinking about it."
"I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think it would," Espio calmly stated. "As long as you focus on the goal in mind, you'll be able to achieve it."
I took a deep breath, then showed a small smile. "I'll keep that in mind, Espy. Thanks."
"You're welcome-" He paused. "Uh, what did you call me? Espy?"
"It's a nickname I came up for you. That is if you want me to call you by that. I mean, we are friends, right?"
He was quiet for a moment. "It makes me sound... non-threatening. A perfect façade. I like it."
A bigger smile grew on me. "I'm really glad you like it." I yawned. "Man, I'm exhausted."
"It is late, isn't it?" He got up and jumped to the base of the stairs. "And don't worry about Vector. He'll be asleep for about an hour or so. Come on, Charmy. Cheyenne needs her sleep."
"Aw, but I wanna stay up," Charmy whined.
"Charmy," I said, "even grown-ups need their sleep, so I'd be very happy if you were to go to bed."
"Okay. Goodnight, Chy." He buzzed right up the stairs. Espio bowed his head and followed the little bee up the stairs.
I turned off the main lights and turned on Vector's desk lamp. I was going to read the book Landorus gave me so that I could fill my brain with everything I already knew and everything I wanted to know. I sat at the desk, took a deep breath, and opened it to the first page. Each word that was on the paper made my brain wake up, interesting facts and stories about the Immortals fluttered across the pages of my mind. I wasn't sure how long I was reading until I heard the croc groan.
"Oh, my head," he grumbled. "When I get my hands on Espio, I'm gonna... Wait a minute." I glanced up from my book just as soon as he turned to me. "Hey! What are ya doing in my desk?"
"I'm doing a bit of reading," I said. "I didn't want to wake you up. You seemed so peaceful when you're facedown between the couch cushions."
"Ah, shut up." He let out a deep sigh. "I'm losing the disrespect of my teammates."
"What makes you say that?"
"Oh, like you haven't noticed. You always go AWOL on us..."
"I have Immortal training, you know that."
"Espio and I always disagree whenever we're on a case..."
"He's usually right, but you don't listen."
"And Charmy's always screwin' around."
"He's just a little kid."
"Ya know, sometimes I don't know why I even started this detective agency in the first place."
"What are you talking about?"
"Forget it, Kid. You wouldn't understand."
"I would if you tell me, and if you want me to keep it secret, I can do that."
The croc let out another sigh. "I never told the boys. What makes you think I'll tell you?"
I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, croc, what kind of dark detective secret are you hiding? I already heard interesting stories from the other two."
"Well... It all started when I was just a kid. My parents had always thought that I would become a great lawyer because my grandpa was a greater judge, stern but fair. But I just couldn't live up to their expectations. I was too 'expressive' and 'free-willing', they said. So when I was 14, I ran away. But the sad thing was I didn't have a plan to fall on, so I just winged it as I went on the road. Then one day, I saw a thief trying to make off with a lady's purse, so I stepped in and became a hero... for a brief moment. I got jumped in an alleyway a few days later by a bunch of thugs, and one of the guys was the same guy who tried to make off with the lady's purse! Anyway, by the time I was 19, that's when I decided that I wanted to be a detective so that I could not only act tough but also be tough. I thought I could do the gig alone, ya know. But then things started to pick up, and I knew I had to have a sidekick."
"So then you found Espio," I concluded, "and had him to join you - which he did. And sometime after that, you found and took in Charmy when he had nowhere to go and no one to turn to."
"Uh, yeah. Of course, there was one other guy..." His face turned angry. "But we didn't exactly part on good terms. He wanted to travel around the world instead of staying in the detective business."
"You should've been happy about that."
"What do you-"
"He was pursuing his definition of dream fulfillment, and by the sound of things, you were trying to deny him of that fulfillment. You should have been happy that he was going to bring one of his fantasies to light."
The croc opened his mouth, about to say something, but instead, let out a sigh. "I'm goin' to bed." He got up off the couch and headed up the stairs. Halfway up, he said, "Now you're not gonna be blabbing about this, right Kid?"
I lifted my hand. "I swear by my grandma's grave."
"Good." He continued up the stair flight whilst I continued reading by the desk light. But as I read, a sudden thought had bubbled in my head.
Every member of the Chaotix has had a sucky childhood. I guess I can somewhat relate. We all needed an escape from the lives we were set to follow and carved our paths by doing something that would help others. I guess, in some sort of ironic, poetic way, we're the same.