Hello, everyone who has read My Kind Of Person! I'm in the process of rewriting everything, because reading my story again after 4 years, I want to shoot myself for how bad it is. So here it is, hopefully you'll still like it!
It was well past noon when we encountered him. I was traveling with Ash, Dawn, and Brock for a little bit, before we finally arrived at Jubilife City. We had been wandering about the city, preparing Dawn for her upcoming Contest Hall debut, when suddenly we heared a voice call out.
"What are you doing here, loser?" The voice came from a purple haired boy. Arms crossed, scowl on his face. Almost instantaniously, I felt my eyes narrow in irritation. Who does he think he is? I looked him over for a moment. Wait... I've seen him before. He was that guy that beat Ash a couple of days ago! What was his name again..? I only ever remembered him being a jerk to his Pokémon.
"Hey Paul!" Ash responded back to him. Oh right. His name was Paul. What a stupid name. "Dawn is entering the Pokémon Contest and after we're going to go to Oreburgh City for my first gym badge!" Ash said enthousiastically. He's always very determined. Never swayed by losing battles. It's what I think is cool about him, quite honestly. Paul grunts. "As if a weakling like you would ever be able to beat the Oreburgh Gym." Wow, what a jackass.
I walked over to Ash and put my arm over his shoulder, glaring at the purple haired boy. "And you would? With that piss poor attitude?" He looked at me, scowl still present. "Who are you?" He asked.
I grit my teeth, a vein throbbing on my forehead. Seriously? You didn't even bother remembering my name? Well, let's be honest, I didn't remember your name either. "Hey asshole, at least make an effort of remembering my name, we met before." Pikachu chimed in with a "Pika pi!" as if agreeing with me. Paul turned up his noise slightly, as if disgusted. "As if remembering your name would ever matter." My grip on Ash's shoulder tightened, Ash slightly flinched in pain. "I feel like I'm wasting my time here, so are we going to battle or what?" Paul demanded. A battle? "Uh, are you talking to me?" I asked surprised.
"I don't need to battle Ash again to know that he's still pathetic. Battle me." He demanded again. I scoffed. "Why would I want a match with you? You don't even know my name." "Hn. I don't need to know your name, I just want to battle you." For real dude, you don't have any clue what social cues are, do you? "Why don't you battle him, Yukina?" Dawn chimed in. Ash and Brock nodded their heads. "Yeah! That way you can see how much stronger you've gotten!" Ash intervenes. Hmmm... they do have a point. But I really, and I mean, really, don't want to battle someone like him. Paul smirks. "Are we gonna do this or are you scared?"
...Scared? Scared?! I stomped towards him and got in his face. "I didn't catch that, did you just say I was scared?" While smirking, he raised an eyebrow. "Someone nameless like you would stray away from a challenge." My hands tightened in fists. I'm not able to keep my temper in check. In less than five minutes, he's insulted me far too many times. My friends were walking towards us, arms raised to stop me, but I was too fast. My fist traveling at as close as I could get it to light-speed, I punched the offensive boy in the face.
I hissed, shaking the hand that punched him. That actually hurt a bit. Dawn grabbed my hand. "Yukina! What were you thinking?!" She cries frantically. "He was being an asshole, okay?!" I looked down at Paul. He's clutching his nose, trying to hold back the blood. Brock grabbed my by the shoulders. "I'm going to get an icepack at the Pokémon Centre, make sure he's okay in the meantime!" And he ran away. I spur into action, taking off my crop-top hoodie and bunching it up. I carefully lift up Paul's head and put my hoodie underneath his head. People around us stopped and stared at us. Oh yeah, we're in the middle of the city and they just saw a girl suckerpunch another kid in the face. "What are you looking at?!" I snarled at them. Most of them quickly dispersed.
Ash and Dawn considered me, disapproval evident in their eyes. "Yukina, you went completely overboard." Ash said. Dawn nodded her head. "Yeah, why didn't you just battle him?" I groaned. "Guys, come the fuck on. Did you not hear him? He's a huge jackass to both people and Pokémon, because they are quote unquote 'weak'. I don't need a guy like that deciding whether I'm weak or not based on one battle." I answered, crossing my arms defiantly. They looked at eachother, uneasy, and reluctantly said "I guess you're right" simultaniously. "You probably shouldn't have punched him, though." Ash chastised. I pouted, glaring at my own feet. "You're probably right..."
A groan escapes the purple haired boy. I got closer to him, put my hand on his shoulder and offered him my other hand for him to take so I could help him get up. He doesn't take it, but he doesn't shake off my hand from his shoulder. He clutched his nose and winced in pain. A wave of guilt settled in my chest. "Hey, you good?" I asked him. He got up, glared at me and said nothing. The look on his face was unmistakable. I wounded his pride. "You expect anything different when you spout out shit like that?" I tried to explain myself, feeling myself get angry again. Before things could escalate again, Brock ran towards us with an icepack in his hands. He threw it towards me and I caught it with ease. I turned towards Paul and put a hand behind his head to keep him still and tried to gently put the icepack against his nose. "Come here." I said. He slapped my hands away, seeming very annoyed. "I can do that myself, thank you very much." He grunted, irritated.
"I can do that myself, thank you very much." I parrot, mumbling in a lower pitch of my voice, mocking him. Brock took me by the shoulder, walking away from the rest for a few paces. "You really should apologize to him, Yukina. That was uncalled for." He said to me. I grimaced, really not wanting to apologize to him. "I know that, but he was being really offensive, you heard what he said!" I retorted. "And it's not like I broke his nose or anything! Someone who walks around like that, attacking people the way he does, I probably did him a favor." Brock just looked at me with a raised eyebrow, hands on his hips. Oh, so it's a staring contest you want, huh? I stared right back at him. Shit, I can't keep this up, I hate disappointing Brock. "Fine!" I grit out eventually. Brock relaxed, grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around to face Paul and the rest. Ash and Dawn are keeping Paul in place, making sure that he's okay. "You'll feel better, trust me." As we walked towards him I just grumbled "I wouldn't be so sure about that, my friend."
As I stood in front of Paul, I felt my skin crawl. Why should I apologize first? He started it. But now Brock is watching me and I can't back out of this. I held out my hand. Paul just glared at it, still holding the icepack against his nose. "What am I supposed to do with that." He grits out. I turned my head, not wanting to look at him. "You're supposed to take it." He narrowed his eyes. "And?"
"I'm apologizing to you, dick. There. I'm sorry I punched you, even if you did deserve it for being an asshole to me." I said reluctantly. He's quiet for a few moments, clumsily switching which hand is holding the icepack against his face and shakes my hand. His fingertips are still cold from holding the icepack, but his palm is warm. "I'll let it slide, on one condition." I finally turn towards him again. "A condition?" I asked, only a little bit curious. "Battle me, and when I win, you travel with me from then on."
My jaw sagged, a bit shocked at the idea. If I lose, I'd have to travel with him? Wait a minute... He said 'when', not 'if'. Cocky son of a bitch. I can't very well punch him twice. I realised I was still holding his hand, but instead of releasing it immediately, I shook it, sealing the deal. He tried to take his hand back, but I reaffirmed my grip, shaking harder. "And when I win, you're going to be less of an asshole to me." He smirks. "Deal, you're not going to win anyway."
I smirked. "Then let's get you ready for a smack down."
As you can see, I changed a lot of things. Hopefully you'll still like it like this.