Snippet #2691809

Pitch dragged the safe out into the open for everyone to see. Pitch glanced at Glow, wondering how she was reacting, and was satisfied to find she was intrigued. Zap was as well. A warm smile crossed his face as he turned to face the safe directly. He remembered the combination. All he had to do was put it in and let it open.

But he hesitated, his paw hovering over the spin dial. Worries began to cross him mind in rapid succession. What if I'm doing the wrong thing? Pitch thought, What if these people can't be trusted? What if someone was watching, waiting to snatch this thing up? What if Castol came by, or Dim, or the other two faction leaders in Nimbasa? His gaze shifted to the Altaria uncertainly. She was the newest addition and thus the least trusted member of the team. But still a member of the team regardless.

Was it worth showing anyone?

Pitch's paw continued to hover over the dial, unsure what to do. His mind was racing. His breathing quickened. His heart rate exploded into a frenzy. The small wave of panic was building inside him. He'd gone so long trusting these people, even risking his life for their safety and vice versa. Was it all just an act? Were they about to plot against him?

And then a sturdy voice took control in his head, banishing the fears and concerns that were in his mind with a single two letter word: No.

This was different. Glow and Pitch helped each other through thick and thin. Even if they were only together for three days, the Umbreon had proven herself a part of his life he couldn't live without. He'd grown attached. And Pitch could sense the mutuality in her as well. Zap was the same way. They endured Dim's wrath together, bonding over the frightening experience. All the while, the two helped each other through tight spots, becoming friends literally overnight. It had been so long since Pitch had a friend.

Not to mention Mud and Aurora, who seemed grateful to be united with their family. And even Fluff, who had yet to prove herself but had yet to show herself as an evil being of any sort. They trusted one another. They were there for each other at some point or another. Pitch could feel it in the air, the warm bond between all of them. It was an air of trust. And Pitch wasn't going to break it anytime soon.

His paw came down, resting softly on the dial. He spun it left a bit, stopping on the number 35 before he began spinning it the other way. After coming to a stop on 6, he only had to move it left slightly. A soft audible click could be heard as it rested on the number 14. Pitch nudged the latch, watching the safe's door open softly, revealing a silver-like glow from inside. Pitch backed away a tiny bit so that the others could get a better view.

The Orb that rested within was one of a kind. The others would likely notice that much. It almost looked transparent, like a diamond with uncut edges, except it was circular shaped and the color looked almost like clouded glass. It seemed to shine and glitter within it's confines, a gorgeous sight to see.

"I don't know what it is. I just know it was the last thing my mom was carrying before she disappeared," Pitch explained, "And other Pokemon want it."