I can't take you?

Word Count: 760 | Capturing a Noibat/Yamask using a Pokeball in Wintervale!

He was feeling sick to his stomach and cold air was nipping constantly at his skin.  He could feel his fur puffing up at the sharper winds and it made his skin crawl until he went to hide. To think he was up here in _wintervale_ of all places. He could be at home in brookfell, he could be with his husband- curled up on the couch watching a movie that had just come out while buried in a nest of blankets and pillows. Instead? He was up here in the abysmal wasteland that was this floating winter city. It caused his face to contort into a sneer. 

 

It wasn't as if he had a job up here that caused this, rather someone had dared to touch his beloved husband and he came up here to see just who it was. See who it was, and then dispose of them so they could never dare to do so again. 

 

He was currently in an alleyway, hiding away from the cold winds thanks to the walls of the city and his gaze locked onto a small blue screen. He tried to figure out just where in the world his beloved had gotten in trouble and sighed in frustration because he _knew_ where the ones who had touched him were. He didn't have any trouble in finding them, no no. That didn't frustrate him.  The reason for his frustration? It was a little tiny Noibat fusion that clung to his leg and stared up with wide yellow eyes. 

 

Normally he could easily shake off a pokemon that might cling to him, he couldn't take home another one and push them at his love to take care of. Sure they never complained, in fact if Noir ever brought home a new pokemon they always rejoiced! But it still never felt right to bring one home if he himself wasn't going to be able to care for them. Even so, he struggled to push this little fellow away.

 

They were a yamask fused in with the Noibat. It held a little golden mask in it's claws while staring up and something about the way it stared sent chills that weren't from the cold down his spine. Something about it just felt _familiar._ He looked at it and it was almost as if he was looking into a mirror and that sensation didn't sit right with him.  Some people considered Yamask's like this a bad omen- or more so they considered ghost types in general a bad omen and so knowing it was here while he was on the hunt... 

 

"Listen, I can't take you home with me. I'm sorry, I have enough pokemon I can't take any more." He tried to explain to them only to have their little claws dig in further to his pant leg and squeaked in his direction. "No, I really can't." He repeated his denial to the pokemon but they didn't care. They just kept squeaking and pulling at him until he would eventually crouch down. 

 

He kneeled down on the ground and could feel the cold of the snow digging into him as his leg rested against it. Noir wanted to look this critter in the eye to see if that would help them to figure out that he couldn't take them home but he found his words falling short as he now stared them in the eye. Their clawed wings reached out to touch at his cheeks, smooshing them in it's hold and squeaking as they deformed Noir's expression in a number of ways. Sighing he sunk down completely in defeat. It wasn't because they were acting cute that they were winning this. Much rather it was that undeniable sensation of looking into a mirror that was hard to ignore. 

 

John had been upset when he left, angry that they were leaving him to try and take revenge for what had happened so perhaps if he brought this little noibat back they might forgive him a little bit easier. The thought of how angry they had been when he set out on this quest flashed through his mind and he sighed. "Alright.." he muttered under his breath as he looked to the Noibat fusion. This guy would surely make them happy and would mean that if he left in the future for a job, they would have a reminder of him still. Quietly he fumbled in his pocket, searching for a pokeball so that he could catch this guy and bring them home to John. "Let's go."