Respect

A Pokémon One-Shot

By Hoenn Master

"If one does not work for one's position, then that person does not truly deserve it." – Myself


A.N.

Alright; I may be called stupid for this, but I'm starting a one-shot collection in response to the staggering amount of homosexuality in Skyla's page of FF.N. These will all take place at some point in the future.

One more thing; I'm thinking of taking down "Independence Day": I'd like to know what any reviewer would think of that. Happy reading!


Richard and Skyla: 26 years-old


Mistralton City: A place that holds Unova's most prestigious airport, its most popular Gym, and the biggest little town in the region. It was, therefore, common to see rookie trainer and powerful veteran alike in the small town; each trying to gain a name for themselves, and each attempting to earn the right to brag that they had beaten Skyla, or, as of late, her much more noteworthy husband, who took challengers during the second shift of the day, and so far remained undefeated.

It was uncommon, however, to see a Dragon type Pokémon in the Gym; much less one under the ownership of a small twelve year-old boy with long brown hair in a Ponyta tail, and a less than intimidating physique. Unsurprisingly, the Pokémon he possessed -a very large and very angry Salamence- was not only indignant to his position as a servant to this young child, but also so prideful that he wouldn't bother to listen to a word that the boy said; even if the persistent itch to obey due to that thrice blasted contraption, the Pokéball, plagued his rest. Whatever that stupid boy wanted to accomplish, he'd have to figure that out on his own, because both the boy and Salamence knew who had the stronger personality.

However, upon his entrance into the, (in his opinion), dump that was Mistralton Gym, the large blue dragon suddenly felt a prickling in the back of his neck that had nothing to do with an itch, even though he was in the 'safety' of his Pokéball. His 'master' must have called ahead and reserved a place, because all the hustle and bustle of the lobby suggested that the Gym Leader was very busy, whoever he was. At any rate, a Gym Leader would prove to be a much more satisfying victory than usual; seeing as the typical 'battles' he had to fight were against weakling prey like Patrats, Tranquills, and Lilipups. Needless to say, they hadn't lasted very long against a glorious Dragon.

This Gym felt different from the others, however. It gave Salamence the impression that a very powerful, and very talented Leader was running the show for a change; the artist and the model were two of the worst offenders of incompetence in his opinion. Though… It wasn't like he hated his 'master' or any other human; it was more along the lines of little to no respect of the child due to his weak and very easily manipulated mind, coupled with the fact that these supposed 'powerhouses' of their cities were weak in comparison to himself.

It was with that prideful thought that Salamence was released onto the open air battlefield of Mistralton Gym.

The sight before him nearly made the powerful Dragon stagger in shock. There, on the other side of the battlefield, stood a Dragonite; one of the most respected and honored species of Dragon. And there he stood: Watching Salamence with a cold and calculating stare, just as the other Dragon's master –a tall blonde with an intimidating stature- was doing the same with his trainer.

It was very unsettling to be stared at by a larger and clearly more powerful Dragon alongside his master. What was even more unsettling was the fact that Salamence could see the power of the bond between the master and the Dragon, and it was intimidatingly vast, to say the least.

Finally, the master of the Dragonite decided to speak, and hopefully begin the battle, which was becoming more and more interesting as time went on.

"Ah, so your partner is the Hoennian Dragon, Salamence: Very impressive, but are the both of you in control of your power?" the master of the Dragonite questioned in a baritone that rang with an ancient power that few could attain, and even fewer fully understand. "Or… Are you, Mister Matthews, controlled by the pride of your Dragon?"

Salamence and his 'master' alike were stunned to hear such an accurate description of their relationship from a total stranger.

However, the Gym Leader wasn't finished quite yet. "If so, then you'll find yourselves at quite the disadvantage: I hope you're prepared for that. You have the first move, and may the battle begin!" and with that, Salamence rocketed forward with no heed of his 'master's' call to fly away from the orange dragon.

As soon as Salamence got within striking range of the standing form of the Dragonite, he fired a burst of his inner Dragon's Fire, known to humans as 'Dragon Rage'. The flaming sphere only passed through the Dragonite, though. Momentarily stunned by surprise, Salamence realized that his 'master' had seen what he had not: The Dragonite was much faster than its size would appear, and then, he felt the consequences. A searing blast of fire splashed across his wings, burning them slightly, but causing more shock than actual damage due to Salamence's nature as a dragon. Still, that fire was very hot, and the sensitive membranes of a dragon's wing were not to be burned or frozen if possible.

In rapid retaliation, Salamence took to the air himself, and again fired a blast of his fire at the orange and white enemy, who was hovering above him, his tail glowing a soft shade of blue. In the intervening time, Salamence decided that another full-frontal assault would be the best stratagem, and blasted forward in an attempt to take the more experienced dragon off-guard.

Again, he underestimated his opponent, as he suddenly found himself on the ground with another pain in his back to add to his growing list.

Salamence distantly heard the dismayed shout of his 'master', and the sharp clacking of the Dragonite's clawed hind legs when he landed and walked beside the wounded blue and red dragon. It was then that Salamence heard the Dragonite's voice for the first time, and he immediately disliked the concerned note that was present. "Are you content with the knowledge that you should be listening to your partner now, Salamence? Both of those attacks were obvious and easily seen by your master, and yet you refused to listen. Now you're already feeling the consequences," Salamence couldn't believe what he was hearing: A Dragon, telling him to submit to the wishes of a child?! It was outrageous! As if the other dragon should be concerned with his affairs and dealings with his 'master'.

Salamence suddenly spun his blue spiked tail in an attempt to swat the upstart Dragonite away. The Dragonite moved faster than Salamence could anticipate, though, and in response, the larger dragon landed from his jump on Salamence's back, and spat another stream of fire on what was exposed of his sensitive wings, causing the injured Pokémon to wince and wriggle in agony.

Finally, after a few more seconds, Salamence gave up struggling, and lay still, twitching occasionally.

"Enough, Dragonite: I believe that poor creature has had enough. I have the feeling that we have dealt enough damage to his pride," the Gym Leader stated indifferently.

After a short pause, he continued, "I'm terribly sorry for this debacle, but I believe that a bit of training is in order for the both of you. You only lost because of both meekness, and an overabundance of pride. Mister Matthews, I suggest being more assertive in your training; your dragon seems to think that he's the leader of your troupe, and at this point, I'm beginning to think it was correct. A dragon is a very dangerous Pokémon to attempt to tame, especially when you're young. Although, I believe you know this. If you do your best and respect your Pokémon, rather than fear him, then I'm absolutely sure that you could best me in a one-on-one battle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have many battles ahead of me today. Good luck!" and with that piece of encouraging advice, the Gym Leader left for the offices with his Dragonite right behind him.


It was a few days after they left Mistralton, that Salamence's 'master' started to 'man up', as the dragon put it. He was more determined, more decisive, and much more stern: All the things Salamence actively respected. That was when they truly became powerful, and just in time too; it seemed Team Plasma was resurfacing, and they were far less 'nice' then they were before.


Well, I'm pleased with the outcome. Pleases read and review.

By the way, I'm sorry Kira, I think I might have dropped the ball on you... Please tell me if I patched up the story like you wanted it done.

Signed: Hoenn Master, forever a patriot.