Short drabble I did due to my current mood. x.X Hope you like my ramblings anyways. xD
This Time;;
Dawn Hikari was pissed. off. For the hundredth time since she had met the infamous Paul Shinji, the flipping, cold hearted retard of a trainer couldn't remember her name. The tension had been building since the two had first laid eyes on each other moments after their first exchange in Oreburgh. Though never as evident as the obvious clash between rivals that Ash and Paul held, the heartless trainer had created quite the strong opponent in Dawn and she was tired of him. He'd laughed at her; looked down on her; walked all over her countless times in the past with only a glance or two here and a comment, once.
This time Dawn was done though. This time she was going to pummel the idiot trainer into the ground. This time there was no Brock to hold her back. This time he didn't even see it coming.
In a single bound the blue haired trainer had leapt and came crashing straight into the disgusting form that was Paul and sent the trainer off balance. He had staggered merely a step and only because it had been completely unexpected. In response, the amethyst irises of his eyes simply widened. Ramming her tiny form into him again, Dawn pushed Paul another step back and began to beat at him with her small fists hard on the head. In all her excessive energy and beating, the girl toppled to the ground but still refused to relent. She kicked, scratched and bit at him as best she could with her hands pinned to the ground by his iron clad grasp and her legs securely held under his ugly foot. Paul simply stood silently whilst holding her as the raging girl struggled against him; neither spoke a word as the anger and spite ran its course and subsided a moment later.
Once the girl had calmed enough to sit still and only glare, the trainer released her and took a step back. He waited calmly for the sting of curse words that would have sprung from his lips had she been him. They never did come as the blue haired coordinator sat huffily crossing her arms refusing to admit defeat in silence. As the trainer turned and began to walk away, a small moment of understand connected his train of thought to hers and he understood why she'd reacted that way. Paul didn't care nor did he change a thing thereafter but he did now understand.