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It was you by purplekecleon It was you by purplekecleon
“Dear, could you grab the wooden Totodiles for me?”

Payapa grabbed an armful without complaint, but one fell and clattered to the floor. A sharp look from her mother was all she received, and nothing more. It could have been worse, and it could have happened in the presence of her father. Happily, this was not the case today. She bent down and grabbed the little trinket, nearly dropping another.

“It would go a lot quicker if you just made two trips, dear. There’s no need to take it all in one go like that.”

Payapa considered this, but ignored it. She didn’t really want to be helping stock the day’s items to begin with. It was likely that she wasn’t even going to be allowed to help sell to customers that day, anyway. Thus she was bored by the task. What use was it stocking everything if she wasn’t going to be selling it? Someone else could do such boring work. Well, that’s what she’d have liked. Anana was unavailable; currently, the more respectful daughter was going over some things with their father (What things? Merchant things, things Payapa wasn’t privy to quite yet.)

So, she was stuck doing boring stocking, learning all about the systems of organization that led to more money flowing into the hands of the Kecleon family. That was always the goal.

Letting her mind wander, Payapa decided that she would always get someone else to deal with that crap when she had her own store. (And it wasn’t really a question of if, but when. It was actually a little bold to dream such, considering that their parents hadn’t even decided she was worth training alongside Anana yet.)

Eventually, after a few more trips of awkwardly carrying boxes and stacks of things to her mother, Payapa was done with her duty that morning. In truth, she could have stayed and helped actually arrange the items on the shelves, make sure everything looked nice before the main shop opened-- but she was hardly interested. What was the point? She didn’t really care how it all looked if she wasn’t even going to get to help run the place.

She was vaguely aware that this made her look lazy in the eyes of her parents, perpetuating their decision to favor training Anana in salesmanship, but it didn’t really affect her decision much. If anything, it only gave a slight pause to her step before she left the building.

And so the day was hers! The entire rest of the day was free to her to do with as she pleased. Anana wouldn’t have that luxury until maybe the afternoon, after the busy noon shift was over and their father took over selling by himself. Or their mother. This was more and more the case lately, as there were often things to be done and overlooked in some little village their father also managed. It was just big enough that it was a good place for shipments to pass through on their way to Alomomola City: a quaint little place called Tao Village. Payapa didn’t figure she’d like it very much, as the city had really captured her heart. So many Pokemon! So many things to do! There was really never any end to the entertainment that could be found in the city, and this tickled her childish sense of wonder greatly.

After wandering around for a bit, Payapa left the pier. It was a nice pier and all, and housed a lot of different stores along its length, but she knew them all too well to be very interested in any of them at the moment. She decided that perhaps she would find someone to play with until Anana was done with her own work for the day.

Payapa didn’t really have any particular friends she could call on to want to spend time with her; she only really knew of some kids from the rough neighborhood who sometimes would throw a ball with her, or maybe play in constructed forts near their shanty homes. She had a suspicion, one that had started to insidiously creep its way into the back of her mind, that these kids didn’t particularly care for her. It was hard to place, but she felt that this assessment was more-or-less correct. She wanted to be trusting like many small children often are, but had started rather early to pick apart motivations... making it incredibly difficult to be a friend without some level of reservation.

But these creeping thoughts didn’t matter so much when she just wanted someone to play with for a few hours. So, she dismissed them and carried on.

The foreign merchants lining the streets--having done business with her parents countless times--recognized Payapa and nodded as she passed. She acknowledged them with a half grin. The day was still hers, so she could afford smiles to those boring adults.

Eventually, as she reached the poorer area of the city, she noticed something in particular. There was a Pichu with a little green cloth tied around his head like a bandana, and this fellow was standing very high up on a pile of discarded wood and pieces of houses. Much rubble lined the base of this mountain of refuse, and Payapa was sure that if a fall was taken from the top to the bottom, someone would have a very unpleasant morning.

Luckily, this kid knew what he was doing. He made a giant leap, and just when Payapa was certain this kid was crazy, a Taillow darted out of nowhere and caught the Pichu on its back. It was smaller than the Pichu even, and still this tiny bird had managed such a feat. Someone had confidence, apparently, and rightfully so.

While she didn’t particularly know these kids, Payapa thought she might have a good time with them. Maybe she’d spot the other kids she normally played with while they were out and about. But first, she needed to get their attention.

As the pair made their way around the sky, something snapped the underside of the Taillow’s belly and the force caused the Pichu to go flying and into the dirt. The Taillow had nearly crashed, but avoided it at the last moment with a sharp u-turn away from some rotting wood jutting out of the earth.

The Pichu was understandably confused. And annoyed. “Gail!” he cried out in a squeaky voice (that was incredibly hard to take seriously.) “You tryin to kill me, eh? What was that?!”

This “Gail” was irked too. “It wasn’t my fault, Chulo! Something smacked me!” She flitted around near her friend when she spotted a very conspicuous Kecleon. “It was you!” she cried, landing next to Chulo.


Part 1 of "Complementaries"
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AppleAtti Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Professional
It's really neat to see you switching up your style so much for these stories! At first glance, I thought this was by :iconpocketowl:
Nooknook Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Beautiful colors and composition :)
CleverRose Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Teavian Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2012   Digital Artist
This is beautiful, I love all the motion of the piece, and the colors! It's great seeing PK's childhood too. I look forward to this story!
Wanderer619 Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012
NostalgicOblivion Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
I love this <3
Lexnaught Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
So, how old is PK in human years at this time? Around 10ish I'm guessing?
XfangheartX Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
Does this take place in PK's childhood? You know, before she inherited the Merchant's Guild and all?
TikTakz96 Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
Every piece of art you make, makes it into my favorites :D
Zknight007 Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Student Digital Artist
very cool
Kyuzeth Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
Very good job on this! I love the colors!
o-sprites Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
oh my god pk's name is payapa? hmm that's pretty close to papaya... makes u think
PMDE-Miles Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
It's pretty much confirmed, and hinted at in her nuzlocke comic (Jasmine says it, go find it!)
phlavours Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012
Nice poses xD
Evoli-niceli Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Love the colors !
Jello-In-A-Box Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
ffff- your coloring is just amazing, I love the color pallets you use on each drawing. Such a motivation to get behind my tablet and just try to color things creatively.
ShikkaTL Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
hahaha im starting to love this story already.
i love pk's face in that art too, great job!
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