Can Pokemon Into Naruto? 8

Can Pokemon Into Naruto?

Chapter 8

-VB-

I sniffed as I looked at the sand-filled metal bowl and the two eggs that sat on top of it. 

The first egg… well, I hadn’t done anything to it. That one had turned into a nice hard-boiled egg. 

The other had hatched. Into a torchic. 

Who had been pecking and eating the boiled egg before I opened the lid. 

“... I guess welcome to the world, little guy. I’ll ignore the fratricidal cannibalism,” I said. 

Torchic looked up at me, completely ignorant of my words or their meaning. That was fine. Torchic was cute and cuteness was justice. 

Cute justice triumphed fratricidal cannibalism. I think.

… Justice came first.

I grabbed the chick and lifted her. Her, right? 

I checked. 

Couldn’t tell. 

Whatever. 

“I hereby name you … Cleopatra. May you kick ass much as you steal girls from men.”

Torchic looked at me and chirped. 

And I screamed as that chirp turned into an accidental burst of ember in my face. 

And screamed even more when Baltoy tossed sand into my face. 

-VB-

Torchic became an instant hit with the ladies in the village. Her colors were flamboyant in orange and yellow. The color scheme perfectly matched that of fire, and despite the fact that most of them probably didn’t feel any kind of connection to the Land of Fire, they took her in as their local symbol of Land of Fire. 

It just happened to be that Torchic was also fire-type. 

She also didn’t feel like a regular chicken chick. For one, Torchic was twice the size of a regular freshly hatched chick, listened and responded to words, had her own distinct likes (worms, Baltoy, me, seeds, and her sand bath) and dislikes (that one village idiot boy, anyone who disturbed her sand bath time, me, and rats that tried to eat her seeds) that she expressed intently, and expressed emotions beyond like and dislike. 

Like now.

Torchic sat and refused to move. She also looked away from me and Baltoy.

“Come on, Cleo! We have to train to make you stronger!” 

Because Cleopatra was a “prim and proper” lady who did not want to train in the dirt like a peasant warrior. 

She opened her eyes, glanced at me, and then looked away again.

It wasn’t that she was weak or anything like that or that I pitted Baltoy against her. Most of her training was just practicing accuracy and whatnot. 

“Come on, Cleo. What can I do to get you to train more?”

She glanced back at me and stared for a while. 

For a little shit that was born no more than a month ago, it had an attitude down flat. 

Then she stood back up on her teeny-tiny legs and chirped while looking at … Baltoy?

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“I refuse to accept that I’m not his right hand girl!” 

Baltoy stared at Torchic with exasperation. 

There was something wrong in the waters. That had to be it. He was the only sane person around here. His creator-master had a screw loose in his head and now the youngest was talking inane shit about hierarchy. 

“I am a knight who serves our creator-master-.”

“I don’t give a shit! Fight me!”

“...You are a fire-type while I am a ground-type,” he replied. “You are also very young while I have been around for thrice your lifespan. I’ll tell you right now-”

“Old fuck.”

“... I am trying to -.”

“Bitch ass coward that can’t do anything but float on his tiny dick. Your dick’s not even -”

---

Wow, Torchic was going off. I didn’t know what she was saying at all, but she had to be doing some mad talking.

---

“-er can’t even do shit right, just doing the same janky shit over and over again like a -.”

Baltoy took a deep metaphorical breath in. 

He … he tried to be reasonable. 

Tried to be kind. 

Tried to be the big brother.

But “Cleopatra” obviously got spoiled a little bit too much. 

Yes, that had to be it. The women of the village were kind and nice to her, and Torchic misunderstood their infatuation as some kind of guarantee or invulnerability. 

‘Master,’ he psychically spoke to creator-master.

“Yeah?”

‘Torchic is being absurdly rude. May I discipline her?’

“Umm… Like disciplining? I never disciplined you before, so why would -?”

‘Allow me to say a snippet of what she said.’

---

I had to clear my ears out after he relayed what he claimed Cleo was saying. 

“... You sure?”

Baltoy wasn’t one to lie. He had no reason to, and even I could see that Torchic was saying some shit, even if I didn’t understand a single word of it. 

‘Yes. Would you like another phrase?’

“No… No. I would like to keep my ears from rotting.”

‘It is obvious to both of us that my younger sister is… rude. I wish to discipline her.’

“... Don’t make it too bad?”

‘I wish for discipline, not to break her spirit.’

“Okay.” I glanced nervously at Torchic. “Torchic, I heard what you said, and I am very disappointed.”

Torchic looked at me in surprise, jumping in place, before she glared at Baltoy.

And then without warning, spat ember. 

Baltoy took the hit intentionally. It had traveled slow enough for me to dodge. 

Baltoy turned to look at me. 

I sighed. 

Not even a month into her life, she was picking fights with her older brother.

“Please don’t break anything.”

He didn’t.

Instead, he slowly floated over to the side where a large trunk of a tree was. 

Torchic looked at him, confused.

Baltoy turned back to look at her as if to say watch.

Then his body blurred as he spun in place.

He stopped just in time to face Torchic again.

Torchic looked around before … laughing. 

But then that laughter ceased when all of us heard a groan.

She slowly looked up as the giant tree, whose trunk was wider than I could wrap my arms around and so tall that I had to strain my neck to look at its canopy, slowly tilted backward and away from us all, and then smashed into the ground with a thunderous crash.

Baltoy stared at Torchic as she slowly looked back down at him.

He slowly floated over to her.

She stood frozen in place and when he finally loomed over her, I realized that Torchic really was a chick; he loomed over her like a totem pole despite barely being over a meter tall.

He thrummed lightly, and Torchic sat down with a tiny poot while not looking up at him. Silently. 

He patted her head not mockingly but definitely with some restrained anger.

Well, I hoped that solved that. 

-VB-

Team:

Baltoy (Baltoy)

Cleopatra (Torchic)

Relations: 

(+: positively building, /: unchanging, -: negatively falling)

Yonomoto Village (Friendly(+))

Land of Fire (Unknown (/))

Konohagakure (Neutral (-))