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StAugustine6 — AiJ -- Chapter 7.4: Theives and Remedies
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It was still early enough in the day to take care of our other mission in Cianwood, getting the medicine for Jasmine. The three of us strolled through town to the Pharmacy, Leif trailing us by a ways. Neither May nor I could put together the exact words of comfort that Leif needed.
“We know how you feel,” May began, “we’ve all been there.”
“I know,” Leif sighed, “Just didn’t think I would have to bury anyone here in Johto, that’s all.”
At that moment, one of Leif’s Poké Balls opened on its own. Fumei, his Unown, appeared before us. It quickly glided up to Leif forehead, almost in a comforting manner. Leif’s expression quickly changed from sorrow to shock to determination.
“What is it,” I asked.
“According to Mew, there is another problem in Cianwood, at the Pharmacy; we have to get there on the double.”
We began to run toward our destination, not knowing what new problem we would have to solve.
The Pharmacy wasn’t in a typical building; it was almost like a shack. Outside hung various wind chimes and other charms, on the inside we could see a little maneki-neko sitting on a table where two men sat, one much older than the other. The older gentleman was trying to comfort the younger man.
“Excuse me,” I began, “is this the Cianwood Pharmacy?”
“Indeed it is,” the older gentleman answered, “how can I help you?”
“We are here to pick up medicine for Jasmine, the Gym Leader in Olivine City.”
“Ah yes, I heard that she was quite ill. I have just the medicine you need, wait here while I get it for you.”
The old man threw back a curtain and disappeared into the back of the store. Meanwhile, Leif moved over to the young man.
“Hello. Tell me, has something bad happened here?”
“Not here exactly,” the man sniffled, “but to me personally. You see, earlier today, while making breakfast, someone broke into my house, knocked me aside and stole one of my Pokémon.”
“That’s terrible,” Leif agreed, “but don’t worry, Chuck and his gang are taken care of, so the police should be able to get you your Pokémon back.”
“It wasn’t them. The thief didn’t look like all the other black belts.”
“What did he look like?”
“I didn’t get the best look at him. The only thing I know for sure is that he had dark red hair.”
Leif looked at me. I nodded.
“What kind of Pokémon was it?”
“A Sneasel I called Snee.”
“We know who took your Pokémon,” Leif said, “and we’re going to get him back.”
At this point, the old man returned, holding a small bag.
“Tell Jasmine to take one of these pills three times a day until she gets well.”
“We will,” I said, taking the bag, “thank you.”
The three of us were about to head out when the young man stopped us.
“Could you all do me a favor,” he said, picking up what appeared to be a big red rock off the floor, “this is my other Pokémon, a Shuckle I call Shuckie. I fear now that Snee has been stolen that Shuckie might be next. But you three are obviously strong trainers. Would you be willing to take care of Shuckie for awhile?”
We all looked at each other, not sure how to react.
“Usually I would say that it’s best for the Pokémon to stay with their trainer,” Leif said, walking over again, “but if you are adamant about it, then I’ll be more than happy to take care of Shuckie. As long as he is OK with it, that is.
The Shuckle stretched his long yellow neck out of his shell and looked around, first at his trainer, and then at Leif and the rest of us. Leif put his hand on the Pokémon’s shell and closed his eyes for a moment. The Shuckle seemed to relax somewhat.
“I think it will be fine.”
