Conquest of the Horde

A hefty huff escapes Estavan’s lips as he finally makes it
into his hometown. Two months of traveling only to find a dead lead in a empty
Team Rocket hideout. Great work there Detective. Another sigh before the pichu
that normally makes its little perch on his head peeks down, hanging upside
down from his hair in front of his face. “Pi-pichu. Pi..” The man stops on the
sidewalk as the pokemon obstructs his view, eyes hidden behind dark red
sunglasses blinking. A chuckle then escapes before he gently lifts the pokemon
from his head and cradles the little baby critter in his arms. The pichu only
looks up at him, a tiny collar with a glimmering everstone hanging loosely
around its neck. No matter how tired he was his precious little pichu always
made things better. “I’m fine Twilly, don’t worry.” Gently he kisses the top of
its head before placing it back on the top of his gently, making sure it was
settled before starting to walk again. He had one target and one target alone,
home. And just as he rounded the corner past the Pokemon Center and spots his
house, the little old lady who lives next door to him interrupts him. In a
croaky but sweet old voice she speaks, “Welcome back Estavan, how was your
work.” A kind chuckle before he responds in his deeper tone that it hinted by a
Latino accent, “I hit a dead end, but I’ll keep working. I’m just here for a
week before I head out again.” The little old lady with dusted white hear and
tiny rounded features etched in the wrinkles of age smiles, “Good luck young
man, You should come over for dinner tonight, look like you haven’t had a good
meal in months.” Without letting him answer the little old woman toddles off.
Wit an amused smile that causes the dimples etched deep in his cheeks to become
slightly more pronounced he makes his way to the house again. The dark skinned
man then opens the door, letting out a content coo before plopping his backpack
on the floor next to him. The next to go was his jacket, hanging the long tan
trench coat on a wooden hook before pulling loose the strings of his boots and
setting them next to the rack. A stretch and a yawn escapes his plush
rose-tinted lips before he takes off the sunglasses and sets them on a little
black table, showing bi-colored eyes behind them. The silver and dark brown
gaze scans the room before he immediately moves up the stairs with the
single-minded intent of raiding whatever could be found in the kitchen. As he
opens the door the pichu squeaks happily, knowing food was about to come.
Pulling out some deli sliced ham, butter, cheese, and eggs he prepares to make
scrambled eggs with ham in it. At this point he didn’t care if it wasn’t
breakfast time, he was hungry. With this in mind he grabs a bowel, a pan, and a
knife. First he cuts up the ham bits into little squares then breaks the eggs
into the bowel and mixes them. Finally he puts butter in the pan and turns on
the oven, now starting to hum a song his mother used to sing all the time. Once
the butter was melted he puts the mixed up eggs in the pan before dumping in
the ham and the cheese. With that he diligently starts to mix the eggs,
watching as they slowly do the miraculous thing that makes them fluffy. Happily
the pichu bounces on his head and he chuckles, “Hold up little buddy, we’ll eat
soon enough. Why don’t your get your friends out of my backpack.” With that the
pichu practically squeals happily before climbing down the large dark man and
bouncing off. To it’s little happy hearts content it slides down the stairs and
beelines for the backpack. As it was taught the pichu deftly opens the bag
before pulling out the other two pokeballs. Chittering with glee the pichu
presses the button at the center and two pokemon hops form the pokeball, an
arcanine and an umbreon. The two pokemon stretch and yawn, the large and
somewhat lazy arcanine just trots to the center of the room and plops down on
the large carpet there to simply lounge. Meanwhile the little pichu and the
umbreon bounce around each other happily before the pichu hops on umbreon’s
back and the umbreon bounces up the stairs to greet Estavan happily. Another
chuckle escapes before he pets the umbreon on the head, “Good to see you too
buddy. I’ll have dinner ready in a second.” With a smile he watches the umbreon
dash off down the stairs once more to bother the older arcanine. His head
shakes as he hears the growl of discontent from his old partner. Finally he
finishes up the eggs, smiling lightly as he plops them on a plate and sets them
on the table. Letting them cool he digs into the pantry and pulls out the
bowels for the pokemon’s food and then the sets them down, a tiny one for Pichu
with the name Twilly on it, a small one for umbreon with the name Shadow on it
and a huge one fore the arcanine with the name Corporal on it. A sharp whistle
emits form him as he fills the bowel and the stampede of hungry pokemon ensues.
Quickly he skirts away back tot eh table to escape the food rush, laughing as
he sits to start eating his own food. The telltale and loud munch of the hungry
pokemon eating can be heard, causing another chuckle from the large man as he
eats as well. It was obvious that the man loved his pokemon like family and
treated them as such. All of his pokemon were in top health with silken coats
that shined in the light. Slowly he ate his food, smiling happily before taking
a drink periodically through the dish of eggs. Once the plate was cleared he
stand, taking the fork and ceramic plate etched with gold trim to the sink,
setting it in there before turning on both the cold and hot water to combine them
into warm water and start rinsing off the plate and fork. When done with that
he moves to his pokemon, opening the closet near them once more before pulling
out three different brushes, ‘Okay guys, grooming time.” Bright he smiles
before moving downstairs with the now fed pokemon at his heels. Then he sits on
the couch, setting the brushes on the table before grabbing the largest one.
Corporal knew it was his turn so the giant arcanine sat in front of his master
to await its brushing. Happily Estavan obliges, stroking the brush over the
pokemon’s fur repeatedly to smooth down the coat and get rid of any shedding
hair. After about nearly an hour of brushing the large pokemon and nearly
burying himself in shedding the pokemon steps away and yawn before laying down
to take a well deserved nap. Next he picks up the medium brush and the umbreon
steps up, his tail wagging happily. A smile on his as he start to brush the
smaller pokemon, chuckling when the little black umbreon starting purring
contently. After about another twenty minutes of brushing and adding clumps of
black to the clumps of red and white the umbreon trots away and Estavan grabs
the smallest brush. Happily the Pichu hops into his lap and the man now starts
to carefully stroke the fur of the tiny pokemon. It seemed he took extra care
with the baby pokemon, not wanting to hurt the little pichu. It was long before
he was done with that, causing a tired sigh from him as she sits back on the
couch only to stare at the piles of pokemon fur. Finally he hefts himself up,
grabbing a vacuum and a trash bag before starting to clean up the mess. Another
hour passed and finally all the hair was gone and the bag was now laden with
it. A grunt escapes the man before he hefts the bag up over his shoulder and
steps outside to set it on the porch with a tired expression.