A Bond being hard work (Pokemon Fanfiction) part 5

Celi was stunned, where did this voice came from? "Thou do not have no permission to talk to me." the Lucario said, while watching her, again with his staring eyes.
Celi did need a few moments to realize what just happend. Her newly captured pokemon was just chatting with her. Well, this was something which she never came up with before. "Seriously, you can talk?! Wow! A talking pokemon! I- I've heard of this before! Wait. What?" Celi said, mellowly stirred up. She woke up cheering to this very seldom moment, because she was so excited. A talking pokemon! That was so rare to her. But then she slowly realized what this pokemon said, and got confused again. Wait, what? She began to get more and more confused, whilst she saw this pokemon as normal as a talking person. This was a pokemon. A minor species with no social behavior and no talking system. Though, it could talk to her and that was amazing. But this creature was very rude! How could he dare to insult her like this? She was getting stubborn about her position and began to feel insulted, and so she got angry. "Oh no no no no! You're mine now. I've caught you with a master ball- You're-" she said, but got interrupted. "Thou have to say 'ye'." the Lucario said unflinching, closing his eyes. "And still, thou do not have no permission to talk to me."
The pokemon said, in his slow, deep voice, which seemed to be condescending. It was really denying to talk to his trainer. To follow her rules, to behave properly.
"How dare you-" Celi began, with increasing anger about such an awful way of a first contact. It had such a wonderful ability but it was using it like a jerk. "Ah thou like the modern talk. Alright. I'm a pokemon, I can kill you with one Aura sphere. What will you do now?" the Lucario contradicted. It obviously sneered. It felt just so high and oh-so great. Who did he think he was?! What a horrible character. There was just nothing on the inside, but rubbish-like talking. Whilst thinking about this, Celi noticed that it didn't need to move his mouth for talking. How could it talk without using its lips? How could someone even speak without using the whole mouth? "I've got this pokeball and I can lock you up in here for all time, forgot?" she said sneering, becoming increasingly angrier with every word from this snooty creature. Actually she was just copying his own behavior, something she always did and she was doing it really well. No one would dare to insult her, she was the trainer! Pokemon seemed to her like fluffing creatures full of fur in their heads, not able to have an opinion or take a stand. How could such a low level dare to even try to speak unfriendly with her. But she was keeping her outrage just for herself, because she wanted to beat her mental foe with just being arrogant, too. "Well, this was a mistake of mine." replying, the Lucario didn't seem to care. There it was lying on her bed, looked around the room as if it was dirt and then looked at her the same way. She just wanted to punch it in the face. But then she remembered that the world isn't all about hatred. She tried it again, maybe he would warm up. "Actually, I'm quite happy having you here! I mean just... Look around, I'm all alone and you can speak! Finally some I can talk to on this lonely island..." she answered in relief, trying to be friendly, but she was embarrassed as she heard herself sounding so weak.
"May I have the permission to go now?" The pokemon just asked freely, carefully getting up. It made a low bow and then just left the room, while it totally ignored her. Did it think, being nice meant being all-allowed? "When will you come back?" Celi said, after looking out of her window, seeing how it easily jumped from branch to branch, reaching the ground. It had just left her treehouse and was now reaching the ground.
"I hope there won't be no need for returning!" He shouted, turning his head back to Celi. It was like a scene in a good movie, where the situation would warm up now, but its face was frozen, all like a few seconds ago. While turning to her and getting high-spirited, it suddenly slipped and then nearly fell off the giant tree. Just a few moments she saw an impression of a high rate of fear in its face and felt herself getting worried. But then it got back on his feet and was under control of his stiff upper lip again. Her other pokemon, all worried, watched the scene from below. Celi smiled. There he was! The true face behind the mask. A young pokemon without any knowledge about how to show its feelings. She sure loved pokemon, and she couldn't handle but no longer be angry about the stupid incident, where she caught the Lucario. Well, she would regret it in a few days, she knew, but now, she felt relieved. Someone, who was as intelligent as a human. It sure was a good choice to have a pokemon like him in her team, he looked very strong, but still a bit wet behind his ears. It sure had a great potential. 'And it truley loved danger and freedom!' she thought.
Suddenly she realized that this pokemon hadn't even a name. She thought a short time, and just decided to call it Luca. This would probably make a great conversation again, she thought. In some way this pokemon was familiar to her. It reminded her of her sister. She always was a pain in the neck and didn't stop arguing with her. Just thinking about it, was nostalgic. But actually she was very soft and caring, quickly hurt and just like a newby in life. Celi always loved her for being her stubborn self, building a wall where no one tried to look through. She was a great sister and this pokemon was just like her in some kind of strange way. It was just so young and so vulnerably.
It felt so good to have someone to talk to, she looked forward to seeing Luca again, in some time. She gave this pokemon its freedom, but still hoped to see it soon, as well as she trusted her other pokemon. Maybe this was a mistake, because she barely knew him, but still, it was her choice, because being friendly and obliging always lead to good ends in the fights with her sister. And what could she do? He was just running away because of its own will and she wasn't the person to capture someone just for herself. Pokemon should be free, if not they became angry or annoyed. She guessed Luca was just like this. And there was much to fight about with him. He would make a great appearance in her team. So she tried not to regret her choice in saving him. Though he was a little ungrateful, he seemed to be warming up towards her. In deeper thoughts, she caught herself smiling.