It was a warm spring afternoon, a slight breeze kissing my skin. Pokémon sounded around me, creating a myriad of sounds. I took in a breath, letting peace fill my body. "Today's going to be a great day," I said.
"Mawile." Mawile flashed a smile at me. Deceivingly cute, as always.
My great day was interrupted by someone shouting. Mawile looked at me with her mischievous eyes. "Let's go check it out," I said.
"Mawile!" Mawile ran forward, leading me towards the sound. I couldn't make out what he was yelling, but he didn't seem happy. There was something unsettling about the yelling. Almost as if it sounded laced with greed.
The yelling became understandable as Mawile and I got closer. "I'm mean, how could you do this?" the boy yelled. "I asked one thing from you. One thing, and yet you manage to screw it up! I bet you call me your friend, don't you! Well, since this is how you repay me after everything I've done for you, we're done! Through, you got that! Through!"
"Sylveon?" A Pokémon? Why was this kid yelling at a Pokémon?
"Don't back talk me!" the boy yelled.
Mawile and I were close enough that we could see the boy and his Pokémon. The boy was wearing a green school uniform, minus the jacket. He was probably some rich kid who always got what he wanted. But that still didn't explain why he was yelling at Sylveon.
My first thought was that the rich kid's Sylveon looked scared, but that didn't seem right. The way Sylveon grasped at the rich kid's arms wasn't from fear. The ribbons coming from the bows were dragging the ground. No, Sylveon wasn't scared. It was being abandoned.
"Sylv-" The spoiled brat kicked Sylveon, cutting it off.
"I said quiet!" the spoiled brat yelled.
"Hey!" I yelled. "Just what do you think you're doing to your pokémon?"
The rich kid turned to face me. "I don't know who you think you are, and I don't care." He pulled out a stack of bills, counted out several of them, and held them out. "Take this and be on your way. I don't have time for ignorant girls like you."
"You can't treat your Pokémon like that!" I yelled.
Mawile stepped in front of me, sensing the tension in the air. "Mawile!"
Sylveon stepped between Mawile and the rich kid. Even after being abused by that kid, it still wanted to protect its trainer. "I didn't tell you to move, did I!" the brat yelled. He went to kick Sylveon again.
A streak of yellow moved from the tree line to Sylveon in an instant. By the time the brat would have kicked his Pokémon, Sylveon was well out of range. Standing over Sylveon was another eeveelution. Jolteon, growling, filled the air with an electric current. "Jolteon!" a man yelled coming up from behind the trees.
The man was scarred along the left side of his face, as if something sliced from his eye to his arm. The scars led down to a green scarf with a peculiar stone underneath his left ear. The man surveyed the situation, his eyes looking at more than just who was standing where. "What's going on here?" he asked.
"None of your business," the brat said. "Put your stupid pet into its pokéball and leave."
"What's going on here?" the man asked me.
"That brat kicked Sylveon," I said. "Jolteon didn't like that."
"He did what?" the man asked angrily. A Gardevoir appeared at his side.
"Gardevoir." It placed a hand on his shoulder.
The man sighed. Calmly, he said, "If you take another step towards that Sylveon, I'll have Jolteon zap you."
"Are we really getting all worked up over one disobedient Pokémon?" the brat asked.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. Mawile glanced at the sound of my voice, but stood firm between the other pokémon and me.
"I wanted my Eevee to evolve into Umbreon," the brat said, "not some girly Pokémon that isn't worth half of what an Eevee costs."
I stood there, dumbfounded. How could someone even say something like that? The man looked at Gardevoir. Gardevoir nodded before teleporting away. "Leave," the man ordered the brat. "Drop Sylveon's pokéball and leave. Now."
"Fine," the brat said, pulling out a pokéball. "You can have the stupid thing. I didn't want it anyway." The brat threw the pokéball at the man, who caught it. As the brat started walking away, Sylveon tried to follow him. "Leave me alone, you worthless pink piece of trash!" He raised his leg to strike Sylveon. Jolteon stepped between the two, ready to take the kick. The brat set his foot down. "My father will hear about this!" the brat yelled before leaving.
Sylveon took several steps towards the brat before stopping in the middle of the path. It sat down, tearing up over the loss of its trainer, and cried into the approaching night.