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The colors... by purplekecleon The colors... by purplekecleon
Humming a little ditty she’d heard some customers singing the other day, Anana made her way along the path back to their house. It was hardly a long walk, but she had forgotten to bring any money to the little stall near their place, and thus had to assure the owners she would bring it later after breakfast. It would have taken too long to get it from their own warehouse; that was at least another ten minutes each way, and eggs did not take very long to cook. Oh well. She was in a relatively good mood.

Along the way, almost right before the corner you had to turn at to reach their home, was a furniture maker’s house. He had a very reflective window, the large kind used to display wares. So, of course, there were ornate pieces of furniture behind it. But what caught Anana’s attention was her reflection. Her pale green, with her deep, orange facial stripes...

Payapa had been right...

It really was kind of ugly.

She frowned a little, slowing enough to regard her unfavorable color for an extended period of time, and then picked up the pace once more. Maybe she would be able to decide a better color soon, but she just didn’t know what it was. Not yet.

All thoughts of could-bes left her head the moment she walked through the front door. The dead silence from the breakfast table was an immediate signal that something had happened during her brief absence. Some sort of fight. Anana frowned further. If this was a sign of things to come...

She took dainty steps to the kitchen, attempting to feign a happy mood, pretending to be oblivious to all that was wrong with the family picture. She had found that if you just acted like things were good, then sometimes others played along, and that was an acceptable substitute. It was certainly much more favorable than this detestable, horrendous silence, at least.

Anana kept humming the little tune. If she could just break through the nasty silence enough, things might become right. “Hi, guys! I got some fresh juice this morning! I thought it might be a little nicer than water, you know?” She poured one for each of them: four total, with a little more in the last cup for her sister. Anana took a moment to appreciate the pretty mauve fluid in its semi-transparency. The daylight was hitting the juice in a neat way from the kitchen’s window, and she welcomed the distraction. A certain shade of purple might have made a nice color for her, but her sister had already chosen that...

Well. There had to be another color, one for her. Or maybe she was just resigned to green.

Grabbing two of the cups, she walked to her mother and father, sitting wordlessly in front of their plates. Her father’s meal had been eaten already, but her mother’s sat untouched. The same was to be said for her sister’s... which was unusual. Payapa was known to like eggs. Anana became extremely uneasy.

She sat the cups down. “Here, Daddy! It should taste really good, it’s super fresh! And here you go, Mama.”

At the very least, her mother managed to speak up, albeit barely. “Thank you, dear.” There was clearly restless fatigue in her voice, and this worried Anana. A picture of what had happened started to form in her head, though she made a note to ask Payapa later for the details.

And then she took an actual look...

...and noticed that Payapa was sitting with her head down, staring listlessly at the table. Anana felt a little sick. She didn’t want to spend the whole day picking up the pieces of whatever conflict had exploded. She returned to the counter and grabbed the two remaining cups. If nothing else, she would at least show her sister she had kept her end of the bargain and gotten the favored drink.

Anana placed the fullest glass next to the untouched eggs of her sister. “Here you go, Sissy, here’s yours!” She considered adding in a remark about how it had better be enjoyed after all the effort she went through and all that jazz --a playful remark-- but decided that such a joke would make it incredibly obvious that she was trying to ignore the oppressive tension of the situation. So she simply took her own seat, instead.

Anana was halfway into her first bite when their father spoke up. “You both need to know about where eggs come from.”

She paused. Answering as sweetly as possible was key here. Maybe it would lessen his apparent anger at... well, Prosphora knew what. “What do you mean, Daddy?”

He spoke coldly. “I’m talkin about you two bein old enough, for, well, egg stuff. I got a list, and both of you are gonna memorize it. It’s a list of all yer compatibilities. I expect y’all both to know this by heart in the morn.” Anana noticed her sister fidgeting in the chair as soon as he started talking. She knew Payapa well enough to know memorization was not her favorite thing in the world, so Anana decided right then that she’d try to find a way to make it interesting for them both later that day.

“Yes, sir, Daddy. It sounds very important.”

He looked at her sternly, and then asked with suspicion: “Are you sassin me, girl?”

She was actually surprised at this. That wasn’t her thing; defiance was her sister’s thing! It bothered her that he would even suggest this, but she let it slide. He was obviously upset and his senses had slipped... “No... no, not at all! Egg stuff sounds very important, or you wouldn’t be telling us about it! You wouldn’t waste our time, Daddy...sir!”

He settled back into his chair, momentarily placated. “Alrighty then. Well first off, you girls know where eggs come from at all? Tell me now, honestly.”

Anana felt uncomfortable. She had a vague sense that it involved stuff parents did when they were alone, but that was about it. She had no clue if her sister knew more than that. “No, sir. I mean, I know they come from moms somehow, but...”

“Right.” He looked to Payapa. “And you?”

She fidgeted in her seat for a moment more before meekly replying. “Um... no, not really. I mean, ‘sides what Anana said...”

“Hmm. Well, you’re both at that age where boys are gonna want to get real close to you. I mean, really close. And if you get too close to the wrong boys, you get an egg. And then we got trouble because that boy is gonna try and mooch off of your mother ‘n me. And I hate moochers.” He took the first sip of juice of the four of them, and then continued on when he was well and ready. “So I’m gonna give both of y’all a list of types of boys you gotta keep your guard up around.

“And speakin of eggs, I know girls just naturally lay em sometimes. I do know somethin bout ladies, y’know. Y’all are both of that age too. But I can tell the difference between an egg with a baby waitin inside and one without. How? Well, it’s real easy. The types of eggs your mother eats each mornin? Those ain’t got a thing, they’re blank, duds. All white. Can one of y’all guess how you know there coulda been a baby, then?”

It didn’t immediately dawn upon Anana what the alternate type of egg was, since she wasn’t the usual cook in the morning. It did, however, immediately dawn upon her sister, who turned a rather pale shade of purple in an instant.

Payapa barely opened her mouth to utter a couple of words. “The colors...”

Their father smiled, though something almost sinister was visible beneath the surface. Or maybe that was just the lighting. “That’s right. The colored eggs coulda ended up as little baby ‘mons one day. Not anymore though. They ain’t gonna be more than a meal, now. Yer mother won’t eat em, you know her thing against meat, but you girls oughta been able to tell that the eggs we eat are always really tasty. Always a bit different from each other, too. That’s cause there are so many types of Pokemon. It’s hard to get these eggs, y’know? It’s sort of a... a secret market thing.

“But where was I? Oh, right. So don’t think I won’t know if there’s some egg you’re hidin from me after you got too close to a bad boy. I’ll know. But if you’re just sheddin a dud, that’s just life. Lots of girls do that. Tons of chicks at the ol’ ranch did that each ‘n every morn, and we’d fry em up just like yer sis did here.”

This inspired a new sense of horror in Anana, causing her to push her plate to the side. “So wait, we’re going to lay eggs too? And then someone’s going to... eat them?! That’s so gross... That’s so gross! Why?!”

“Well it’s a natural thing, but yeah, dud eggs are common and good eats. We won’t eat em, cause that’d kinda be like cannibalism or somethin, but we can sell em for a nice penny. Eggs are priced by rareness ‘n all that,” he explained. Anana felt rather ill looking at the cold eggs she’d started to nibble. She wasn’t sure she could stomach them anymore. It was basically like she’d bitten into a pair of babies... and this made her want to vomit.

“Daddy... sir?” she asked.

“What is it, girly?” Firm, but caring undertones. Whatever terrible Pokemon she had thought was present earlier had faded in an instant, and he was her daddy again. Not the mean one who seemed to like divulging horrible secrets that chipped away at her childhood.

“Can I-- may I be excused? I’m not very hungry this morning.”

“Sure thing. I’m gonna give your mother the list later, and both you best make sure to mind me. Memorize it well.” He looked from Anana to his other daughter. “You too. Especially you.”

Anana excused herself quickly and ran to her shared bedroom, where she decided what toys, if any, she wanted to bring to the beach in an unsuccessful effort to get that breakfast conversation out of her mind.

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Part 8 of "Complementaries"
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TeamSutagado Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2013
Well... ._.' When the Mother and the Father love eachother very much...
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snivy08 Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
what a good story.
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faunmagi Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2012  Student Digital Artist
oh jesus, I can feel the awkward through the screen. x___x
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Wanderer619 Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012
Awsome
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Teavian Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012   Digital Artist
That's definitely awkward ahh, knowing you're eating something that could have developed. I wouldn't want to eat eggs again for a while..

Great job with this!
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fenixcast Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Student General Artist
that conversation was a little "rash"...
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UltimateSassMaster Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Student General Artist
...

i'd still eat those eggs
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chibiphlosion Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Choosing a primary color for Kecleons makes me think of Eevees that are deciding between their possible evolutions. The talk was rather unsettling though... :iconvomitplz:
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Tanglecolors Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
The conversation they had seems really awkward compared with the conversation I had with my parents..
I kinda knew stuff already, and they were really open about answering questions I had, so it wasn't all that bad
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blaZe9v Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
I was wondering why this had no effect on me... then it hit me. Like how I am the only person who agreed that my friend's idea of resorting to cannibalism if a zombie apocalypse happened, (in his defense live humans couldn't be infected, so it's certainly safe eats.) I just have nearly no sense of human moral. Good writing as usual. I likely couldn't pull off that level of quality. Oh, and well done with the perspective in the picture, it's exceptional.
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Lexnaught Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
Well that was awkward, to say the least. I always found the whole thing about Pokemon eating each other in the PMD world to be interesting. It's a completely normal thing, because that's just how they live, and how it's gonna stay.
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Veeri Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
I'm suddenly struck with gratitude that humans don't lay anything you can eat. Or that gets eaten, most of the time, anyways. There's something wrong about that. >_<
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Veeri Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
Got curious, and looked up pokemon that can breed with a kecleon. Looks like Twigs is out, as far as Payapa's father is concerned- he's compatible.

Hmm. But no sign of brelooms. I guess I know which way her parents ship, then.
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Clori-Eden Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Student General Artist
I wouldn't want to have a talk like that with my Father...Its more Akward then it is with your Mom....Great Job with the Story...Well Written! :D And the Father looks very mean in the Picture almost like he ejoys telling them!:evillaugh: :sunnysideup: Eggs lol..
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o-sprites Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
is this what pubertychat would be liek for girls if people regularly ate used tampons for breakfast
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o-sprites Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
interesting implications about anana's future promiscuity!! hm!!!!
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Mellon-Snow Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Student General Artist
Akkwaaaard OwO;;
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Toonime Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I never really had the talk with my parents, I kind of learned it on my own. My parents just told me to be careful about it.
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Spashai Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Student General Artist
Amazing. I'd love to see how you make these pictures! :D
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CrazyRatty Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
Oh huuuh. I've just been looking the pictures before but this and the previous picture makes me want to go back and read the whole story. Great job!

Something I've been curious about for a while, do the egg-periods only happen to Pokemon based on animals that do that in real life, aka birds and reptiles, or does this apply to ALL female Pokemon?
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purplekecleon Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
I keep it in my own head that it's normally just birds + reptiles who discuss it, but bearing that every pokemon lays eggs i imagine it happens to everyone - though certainly i wouldn't inflict that on people's teams! I just imagine it's how it goes for most pokemon based on the whole existence of eggs and what it even means to lay them

also as a side note i am very pleased that people are weirded out/find the conversation awkward; i never think that a parent/child talk about this stuff is anything but awful for the kids
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PMDE-Miles Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
I suspected as much. This would definately be a big shocker to anyone. I don't even want to cosider if there is human parrallel to this horror. Thank god we don't lay eggs.
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ExemplarX3 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
their father is something else lol
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lyndsey96 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
DEAR GOD it was like that talk my father gave me...

The horror of the talk! ;.;
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purplekecleon Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
eugh yeah
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lyndsey96 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Why didn't Myrtle explain this? -.- It seems rather gender-exclusive.
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purplekecleon Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
She's kind of a pushover
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lyndsey96 Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh, okay.
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Hailo95100 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
Well if this isn't awkward I don't know what is.
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voyagerwitch Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
this is
my favorite part
of everything
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pokemaniac-x Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
*throws out remainder of egg sandwich*
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Morrokei Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Haha, ohgod you could feel the awkwardness. XD

Also beautiful drawing, loving the lighting. I love Cheri (that is his name?) expression.
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lyndsey96 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Pretty sure it's Aguave

Prolly spelt that wrong aha

So Myrtle, Aguave, Payapa and Anana
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Morrokei Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Ah, thanks xD
I just assumed it was Cheri since I recall seeing a red kecleon by that name before haha
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lyndsey96 Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Oh aha. No aguave is dude and Cheris sounds feminine, so I thought you may like to know.
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Vyrilien Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I'm extremely uncomfortable now. But that was probably the idea.
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purplekecleon Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
yep
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scarlet-pikachu Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012
Oh god that was Pokemon nightmare fuel in a total new form.
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lostkingdom Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Awesome drawing
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