DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, Sun, Moon, Molayne, or other canon characters. I do, however, own some of the characters.
This fanfic is rated T for language, innuendos, and suggestive themes. Not for those under 13.
THE ESTATE OF NIBIRU-MUL PRESENTS
IRON MAN
CHAPTER 1: THE TRIATHLON
One fine, sunny day, Sun and Moon were at the street market in Konikoni City. Sun sniffed the air.
"I love the smell of fresh sushi in the morning!" he said.
Moon looked around. There were a bunch of sweaty people clad in lycra.
"What's with all the speedo dudes?" asked Moon.
"Oh, didn't you hear?" said Sun. "The Alolan Ironman Triathlon is coming up."
"Triathlon?" said Moon. "Those bastards aren't so fast. Why, if I entered, I might just beat them all."
"I hate to break it to you," said Sun, "but you wouldn't be allowed to compete. You have to be at least 18 if you want to enter."
"Damn!" said Moon.
"Hey," said Sun, "isn't that Molayne?"
"Yeah," said Moon, "that is Molayne. Oh, God, what is that he's wearing?"
Sun and Moon walked over to where Molayne was standing. Molayne was looking at some fruit drinks. He was wearing a navy blue speedo with grey and orange stripes on the left side and a matching skin-tight tank top that exposed his midriff. His sneakers had Magnemite on them.
"Hi, Molayne!" said Sun.
"What's up, Big Mo?" said Moon, poking on the side of Molayne's torso.
Molayne giggled and turned around.
"Oh?" he said, looking at Sun and Moon. "Hey, guys!"
"What's going on?" asked Sun.
"Why are you wearing that awful combo?" asked Moon.
"I'm just doing some shopping," said Molayne. He looked at Moon. "I'm wearing this because I'm entering the Alolan Ironman Triathlon."
Moon burst out laughing.
"You're kidding, right?" asked Moon.
"I'm serious," said Molayne. "I've always wanted to enter a triathlon. I thought it would be fun."
"Triathlons aren't for nerds, Big Mo," said Moon. "You're supposed to be running that observatory place. Besides, They'll laugh at you with those stupid glasses on."
"I'm not wearing these glasses for the race," said Molayne.
"But Molayne," said Sun, "you can't see without your glasses."
"I've got a pair of athletic glasses," said Molayne.
"Do they look as dorky as the ones you have on now?" asked Moon.
Sun elbowed Moon.
"They look a lot sleeker than these glasses," said Molayne.
"You want us to help you with your groceries?" asked Sun. "We'll deliver them to your house while you go do some exercising."
"Gee, thanks," said Molayne.
"Is Sophocles helping you train?" asked Moon.
"No, unfortunately," said Molayne. "Sophocles told me he's too fat to do it."
Moon snickered.
"I'll be glad to help you," said Sun. "I'm a very good swimmer."
"I'm good at running," said Moon, "and riding a bike."
"That'd be great," said Molayne. "I'll need all the help I can get."
"Have you ever been in triathlons before?" asked Sun.
"Yeah," said Molayne, "once or twice. I've never been in one as grueling as this one. People from all over the world come to compete in it."
"Wow," said Sun.
"We can even get Hau to help," said Moon. "Of course, he's probably more enthusiastic about it than me."
"I'd enjoy all of your company," said Sun.
"Yeah," said Moon. "Don't worry. If you're lucky, no one will say anything about a 26-year-old man being bossed around by a bunch of 11-year-olds."
Molayne giggled.
"Is Professor Kukui competing too?" asked Sun.
"Yes siree," said Molayne. "He was actually the one who got me into it. This is his seventh year competing in the Alolan Ironman Triathlon. Kukui's quite the jock. He does every sport you can think of."
"Cool!" said Sun. "I've got one other question."
"Ask away," said Molayne.
"Does Sophocles poke your belly button when you're wearing that?"
Molayne smiled.
"Yes," he said.
Molayne went to go pay for all his groceries. When he was done, Sun and Moon took the groceries from him.
"I'm going to do some jogging," he said. "In case you can't get in my house, I keep a spare key under the doormat and a few spare keys in my shed. My shed's always unlocked just in case I need something from there. Thanks for helping!"
"You're welcome!" said Sun and Moon.
Molayne jogged off.
Moon looked at Sun.
"That Molayne," she said. "He's full of surprises. Plus he's going to need all the roll-on deodorant he can get."
"At least he shaves his armpits," said Sun.
"I think everyone should shave their armpits," said Moon. "Armpit hair is nasty. Remember when people were freaking out about Wonder Woman having shaved armpits?"
Sun laughed.
"I remember," said Sun. "I can't wait to grow armpit hair. Once I do, I'll shave it all off."