I glanced at the Snorlax clock on the wall, watching the second hand slowly move across the stomach of the Pokémon clock, the slow ticking resonating through the room. I ran my fingers through my thick, spiky hair, sighing as I did so. I thought he was going to be here by now, I thought anxiously, hoping something had not happened to my best friend and rival. Only Arceus knows what that exuberant and enthusiastic ball of energy could have gotten into. I chuckled, knowing very well what he could do. I hope that Pikachu and that Brock kid have stopped him from doing something so stupid that it would hurt him in any way. He didn't deserve that.
He really didn't. He's such an amazing person, and I knew that from the beginning. His black hair, fashioned similar to mine in bold spikes, was so soft, and black as a piece of coal. His sienna eyes, so beautiful and breath-taking, keeping you locked in an intense staring match, never wanting to break contact. His kind and caring personality, not giving a damn about a Pokémon's history or back-story, just trying to help it, and just be its friend. His smartness, finding a way to win almost every Pokémon battle he had, even if he had type disadvantage. He just didn't deserve to be hurt, both physically, mentally, or emotionally. No scars deserved to maim his beautiful body or his fighting spirit.
Little did I know that I may be the one to do just that – have him get hurt, only at the hands of the one he loves.
Authors Note ~ Oh, hai! (: Thanks for reading, if you are reading, that is. I just wanted to say that this is my first fanfic and that I am a bit of an inexperienced writer, so if you have any comments, please rate and review! I'm always open to suggestions or criticism, as long as they're not too harsh. Aaaanyways, thanks for reading! I hope you stick around to see more, cause there will be, if I at least get a couple reviews of people asking for more. Thanks! ~ HiddenInTheShadows (You can just call me Shadows if you want ^^)