A Same Path

An expected consequence

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Once the annoying and angry look began to dominate the face of more than one of those pokémon, with their reddened and tired pupils towards me.

─H-Hey ─ I would raise my hands to make them come in calmly, but as the lurking, fighting stances emerged, they could only increase my fear, while the angry grunts that soon began to emerge in the same way warned of what would happen there.

I would have to run... I didn't even know if I would be able to escape, they were weak, that's for sure, but I wasn't in a better situation, even with Hina's tranquilizers.

One started to move towards me, with clear intentions to attack, my hand slowly went towards the knife and fork that I wanted to use to eat, thinking about any kind of defense.

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─"Stop it now" ─ A childish, but at the same time serious voice in my mind seemed to freeze everything around me; I didn't know what it was, but its volume and tone seemed to suddenly stop all the Pokémon whose attitudes denoted their desire to attack me; a few small steps began to be heard.

Before a bruised Riolu emerged standing, wobbly and with a still unconscious Buneary loaded on his back.

We all turned our faces towards the small pokémon, almost in unison.

─" He doesn't want to do anything to us... he lives in a human village a day away, he wants to take us to a forest far from slavers" ─As I said those words with a cold and serious tone, the amazement was the least of my ignorance as to why it was capable of knowing all that ─" He is not like the others, he is not lying, he is just someone pathetic; so stop your melodrama and eat, I don't feel humans around here apart from this" ─ As those words kept coming back to my mind, I was surprised in part by the pokémon's ability to communicate, but it took only that long for the other pokémon to get back together and some, those who showed the least amount of anger or fighting intent, to shyly pick some of the berries and then return and share them with their companions.

I looked silently at the Riolu, which took the Buneary with it to where the wagon was, away from the others, and then sat down and leaned on the wheel.

─"Pathetic?" ─ He frowned with annoyance and was pissed off at the clear lack of respect for the one who had practically saved him; however, my annoyance would not last long, before, from the food mound, one of the berries fell from the top, until it ended up rolling back to where I was. It was different from the others, I didn't really bother to see which ones I took as long as I knew they were edible; however, the head of a small pokémon leaned over the mound, looking at the one that was now a few inches away from me. As soon as I looked out, I almost immediately felt as if all the eyes of the rest of the pokémon were on me again.

He was small, I didn't know what species he was, but the skull he had on his head and his brown skin was what attracted my attention the most, along with the small bone he was carrying.

He looked out more and more, limped, but remained cautious, without taking his eyes off me. I assumed he was very small, as if he wouldn't mind so much having the berry next to me instead of all the others he had at his disposal; it must have been his favorite.

I looked at the fruit out of the corner of my eye, it wasn't going to be a harisco... at least with the impertinent intervention of the Riolu I knew that at least they could reason enough, I wouldn't let them think wrong things about me.