Something that I threw up at 11:40 pm, enjoy. Belle is Mei's Tepig.
Mei sank to the floor, leaning against a nearby tree. She had lost. Her Tepig, her baby had been stolen. Her baby was alone and probably scared for her life. Mei wasn't even sure if Belle wanted to be with a worthless trainer like her. She clutched her sides and cried out in pure agony, as if she could hold herself together.
It didn't work.
Now she was making disgusting, pathetic sounds, and tears were gushing out of her eyes and down her face at an alarming rate. She could only watch as some Team Plasma goons ran off snickering at the defeat of the strongest trainer in Aspertia. They ran off with her precious partner.
Dear Arceus, it hurt so much, because she had failed when her Pokémon had needed her most. She was useless, for the first time in her life, Mei had lost, and she was weak. She was a pathetic excuse for a trainer.
She wasn't exactly sure what she should do, so she whipped out her X-Transceiver, and called the person she thought would. "Hugh," she whimpered, barely able to choke out her friends name. Everything hurt. She made a strangled noise. "Belle, they-they." Mei collapsed in an even bigger mess of emotions, sliding down to lie on her side, and unable to continue. Hugh's eyes flashed and angry, even more dangerous shade of red than normal. Mei gave a small gasp through the tears as the X-Transceiver suddenly cut off, and she realized with a sigh that he had crushed it.
Mei slowly got to her feet, wiping away stray tears in an effort to stem the flow. She slowly looked around when she heard panicked yelps and yell to "Get out of the way!" Out of nowhere, a familiar boy with Qwilfish hair burst through the gate, stopping for a fraction of a second to look around. When he spotted her, he stomped towards her, obviously trying to calm hi near un-controllable rage.
Hugh grips Mei's shoulders, face dripping with more anger and rage than she ever thought possible.
She doesn't care. He isn't here for her to calm him down. It's actually the other way around. She doesn't want his stupid rage, she wants him.
Mei, leans into his chest, arms wrapping around his muscled back, gripping his shirt with the ferocity of a bear, because he's her anchor, and she needs him to prevent her from floating away. She tucks her head in the crook of his neck, and cries.
It's not the same tears as before. For one, these are silent. Nor more disgusting, sloppy, sounds, and for another:
She has never felt better.
…
Hugh, has no idea what to do, so he lets his instincts (and whatever he has learned form taking care of his little sister) take charge. He slowly releases Mei's arms from his death grip and wraps them around her waist and shoulders. He rest his chin on her forehead.
His face is less angry now, and more grim. He doesn't even care that his shirt is covered in the snot in tears of his best friend, because she's okay.
He's whispering promises in her ear that he's going to keep, because they're going to get Belle back.
He can't believe he let it happen again.