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A strong, tanned hand stroked the lush, shiny, fiery-looking fur lovingly. The vulpine creature purred its pleasure, nibbling at a bowl of brown food, created specifically for her. It was delicious.
"You did a great job today, Pixi," the man said, and then stood. He walked over to the other side of the massive Gym, and blew an extremely high-pitched whistle.
The ground shook, and rumbled as a great, stone snake burst through the ground. "Onix," the man greeted the creature, and its eyes smiled. It let out a barking, hard noise. Although Onix fed mostly on dirt and sediment, Brock's Onix had a strangely fierce appetite for sweets. Brock set down the large tray he had been carrying, which had a tall, expansive block of chocolate on it. Onix made a loud, moaning, call, a sound of delight, and it took a nibble of the gargantuan block.
Brock grinned, pleased his Pok'emon was happy, and his Golbat waddled over to him, chirping. The brunette picked it up, and petting the bluish creature's head, took it to the area where his lunch was. Geodude had already found his lunch, and was eating enthusiastically. Brock roughly rubbed its head, and the stony creature hummed with delight.
After his best friend, Ash, had defeated the Elite Four of the Kanto Region, Brock had returned to Pewter City to regain domain over his Gym. Since his father now cared for his little brothers and sisters, he had built a cabin on the outskirts of town, where he made a fantastic family dinner every Sunday, and where Misty or Ash visited him every few months.
However, he spent much of his time in the Gym, rather than in his home. His Pok'emon were well-trained, and the rock-hard reputation of Pewter City Gym was upheld with a fierce, but understanding, hand.
He had taken on a few tough young Turks lately, but only a few badges had been given out. Even though the regional tournament was an ongoing thing, most had stopped competing in the Gym Leader challenge due to the Team Rocket regime. Since the gang had fallen, many of its members had scraggled out into the public, and rashes of crime and unruly, random, gang violence had broken out.
Many trainers, rather than voyaging across Kanto, stayed home with their Pok'emon, protecting their livelihood from the current sprays of violence. Brock felt, however, that many of these random occurrences would die down, soon enough. Not everyone is truly bad at heart, and those who are will be taken care of. That was what he believed.
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