Crazy Castelia

One-shot silly...

A Harley and Burgh friendship story?

Harley just stepped out of the Royal Unova as he smelled the fresh air of Castelia City.

"I guess I can retire here, for now...", Harley purred as he stretched his arms upward.

Some girls began to giggle at him and then he turned glaring.

"What a cute guy! Is he really from Hoenn?", a girl asked her friend.

"I heard most of the guys there smell NASTY.", her friend replied back.

"But that guy smells really nice. It's a relief to see someone showers in Hoenn."

Harley then groaned as he couldn't stand their gossip.

"I wonder if he can hear us...", the third girl muttered.

Her friends then looked at her then at Harley.

"NAH."

Harley just growled and moved along. He didn't want to deal with those girls, but at the same time, he wanted to strangle them.

Just then, what looked like the Castelia Gym Leader dashed passed Harley and almost bumped him.

"Did someone just BUMP ME?", Harley then screeched in rage. He was already feeling Unova was an unwelcoming place, what with girls talking smack about his home region.

The guy turned around, "Oh! I'm sorry... I was just in a hurry..."

"Oh you were just in a hurry?", Harley mocked back.

The guy gave him a 'I'm serious here' look.

"Look, Mister! You say excuse me before you...", Harley was going to lecture him about manners until.

"Hey, Hoenn f*****, Get the HELL out of the way... I'm after this guy."

Talking smack about his home region was one thing for Harley, but being called a nasty name because of his orientation was another. He turned around and punched the guy behind him, hard enough that he'll know not to mess with him.

Harley opened his eyes and gasped.

There was a man wearing a clean black suit, fashioned with red and white, wearing a yellow scarf. His hair must've been gelled, because his hair looked like a Murkrow's head in Harley's eyes. His eyes were a very pale blue. His skin was just as pale.

"Holy..."

Harley gasped. He just punched one of the Elite Four members of Unova, Grimsley. Harley backed away, accidentally grabbing the guy he was going to lecture's hand, and ran off.

"You know, I never really cared for the Elite Four, because I never wanted to be a Trainer that collects badges and defeat Region Champions for the fun of it... I always wanted to be a Pokemon Co-Ordinator that let's my Pokemon be cute and appeal judges, but I bet you that you're a trainer like that... You must really hate me, don't you?", Harley panted as he ran fast enough to get inside an alley-way and panted.

"What's a Co-Ordinator?", the guy asked.

"Huh?"

"Is that a Hoenn Region thing? If that's so, then I bet what you do is awesome for your Pokemon... You can bring your Pokemon into Pokemon Musicals in Nimbasa City."

"Umm... Yeah... It's a Hoenn thing..."

Harley was in shock. The Unova region had no Co-Ordinators.

"So what do you do for a living?"

The guy then widened his eyes.

"I guess it's not special in Hoenn, but I'm a very popular artist, AND a Gym Leader."

Harley's jaw dropped to the floor.

"That's right, you just saved a Gym Leader and Premiere Insect Artist from his crazy fanboy stalker.", the guy smiled, "The name's Burgh."

Harley couldn't believe it. Then again, who would? Does that mean May could be related to a Hoenn Gym Leader? Was she friends with a Kanto one, too? But then again, who names their kid Burgh?

"I'm sorry for my attitude earlier, my name is Harley.", Harley finally spoke.

"Harley? What a nice name! I wish I had a name like that.", Burgh smiled.

Harley finally actually can say something about Unova as a whole for right now. The girls and the dining maybe crummy, but the Gym Leaders were A-OK in his book.