Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Pokemon nor any of the many, many characters and Pokemon themselves, only my OC.
"So this is it; wonder why I never bothered ?" Looking around, I spot several varying crowds surrounding the outdoor screens showcasing an ongoing battle. Females and males were sitting on another's shoulders while gesticulating wildly and nearly falling off, their anchors either not caring, holding onto them tighter, or letting them fall off for making them crash into someone's back. Sodas and burgers were waved about, splashing a few children and smaller pokemon darting through legs in order to get closer to the screens. Vanillite masqueraded as Castelia Cones (of which I'm wondering where the ice cream stand selling them is). Up above were plenty of flying type and even drifblims and drifloons; some seemed intent on carting off unsuspecting children or even food baskets; a few parents had the foresight to release their teams to watch their children. There were even Fangirls fighting each other for the "right" to crowd around the participants of the tournament. All in all, it was chaotic.
" Right. That's why."
Scratching my head, I decided to do what I came here to do: find my linoone. Last I saw him, he was blurring by with a hat. More than likely, he stole it from someone for the giggles, but by Mew does he get in trouble-! It'll be difficult to even catch a glimpse of him, what with all these bodies up and-
"KYAAA!"
I swung myself around and caught a glimpse of cream, brown, and red sprinting towards the Driftveil Bridge being chased by a streak of sparking yellow. The more intelligent of the Fangirls spotted my behavior and were already marching towards me. Picking a ball from my belt, I hurled it ahead of me releasing a large red and black striped dog with an ivory mane, tail and joint tufts already wagging her backside and hunching down. I jumped onto her back, barely giving myself time to hold on and pull down my goggles before we raced towards the troublemaker. A Fangirl gave chase on her sawsbuck.
"Come back here you Thief!"
"Sly! Give back the hat!"
At my voice, the blurs' ears twitched and twisted only for the cream to slow fractionally, angle himself towards the outdoor market and dashed straight for it. The yellow pokemon nearly pounced on linoone but caught empty space instead, losing precious seconds. Giving a short whistle, the arcanine bounded forwards to pick the bright pokemon up by the scruff, tossing it up and back to land perfectly on my shoulders. (We've had practice with Sly.)
We continued giving chase. Sly bounced through the market stalls with scary efficiency, almost as if he'd been practicing and just waiting for this moment. 'Knowing him, he was.' Ignoring that thought, I maneuvered Yuuki through the market and apologized to various stall owners; luckily nothing was broken. We even managed to lose the Fangirl in the incense section. Seems her sawsbuck got intoxicated. 'I don't even want to know what Sly's been shoving near Yuuki's nose.'
At the other end of the market, Sly paused to look back, smirk, and taunt the pokemon hitching a ride on me. Yuuki sped up. The linoone seemed to remember that even though he's faster, she hadn't stopped running and it was only a matter of time now that he'd be caught so with that he hurried off towards the bridge.
A light tap hit my head to I looked back at the pokemon who'd been chasing Sly. "Chu pika cha." The yellow one was a pikachu! I hadn't seen one in a while. He (for his tail wasn't heart-shaped so at least he wasn't one of Sly's admirers) pointed up ahead where someone was standing with a purple cat by his side and the light flash of a Teleport. It wasn't the right shade for a liepard and there wasn't any yellow I could spot. I did notice a two-pronged fork at the end of its tail though. I also noticed Sly being caught by Psychic and the male taking back his hat, so I had Yuuki slow into a trot and eventually stop to pick Sly up by the scruff. Pikachu hopped off after a rubbing up against me and scurried onto his trainer and the espeon's eyes stopped glowing.
" So. Sorry about that."
He waved a hand to show no hard feelings. At that I finally dismounted my fire type. (If he had been the type to take offense, well, running only seemed natural, no?) I pet her side and she threw Sly onto her back (who began sulking) and began to wag furiously, so I let her go off and play. The trainer in front of me seemed to tell his pokemon to do the same so we watched them relax for a bit.
Looking around I noted it was clear of anyone save us; probably at the tournament or market, then. The bridge was shiny, the ocean calm, and there were swanna-shaped clouds in the sky- "Those swanna must be quite vain." I heard a breathy chuckle and felt a gloved hand on my head. My face burned at the contact, but it steamed when I realized I spoke aloud. I looked up as one does when accustomed to doing so their entire life, with nonchalance. (If I had looked straight, I would have been reacquainted with his vest.)
Now that I stare at it, the hat seems incredibly familiar. That near invisible stitching looks a bit frayed and a few spots held the slightest bits of lemon fur. He tilts his head closer and dark locks shift in front of familiar ember eyes squinting in amusement.
"I'm an idiot."
-qB