Updates and new chapters will be far in between, as I am currently a full time student with a full time job.
Recently binge watched Pokemon XY series, and found that I didn't hate Ash's traveling companions! Ever since Brock left, I've been hyper critical, but I like Clemont, Bonnie, and Serena quite well. I couldn't find an exact age for Clemont, but a lot of websites suggest at least older than fourteen. For my purposes, let's assume he's sixteen. Octavia is the name of my OC and the romantic interest of Clemont. Aside from her green eyes and long, blonde hair, Octavia's physical appearance isn't terribly important, but for those that want an exact description, she wears a ruffle white mini skirt with ripped black tights underneath and black converse. Her crop top has a sunset on it. (If you want exact look, google the character customization options for the game; all of the mentioned items are actual clothing options in the Pokemon X and Y games.) This story starts directly after Ash beats Clemont for the Lumiose City badge.
Lemon chapter will be marked.
"Alright!" cried Ash, pumping his fist into the early afternoon air. "I finally got my fifth badge! Kalos League, here I come!" Pikachu trilled happily, proud of the team's success. Ash lead out his group of pals from the tall, glass tower, his hubris swelling powerfully. Ash, Serena, and Pikachu marveled over the shiny new badge while Clemont and his little sister said farewell to their father. As Meyer rode away on his scooter, Bonnie waved animatedly while Clemont slowly slunk over to rejoin the group.
"Come on, Clemont, you did great!" Serena cooed, trying to bring a smile to her friend's face. Clemont shrugged grumpily; he hadn't been active Gym Leader for several months, ever since he met Ash, and he was disappointed that in the one battle he fought as Gym Leader in all that time, he'd lost. Ash looked away awkwardly, glad that he had earned the badge, but also feeling guilty for having beat Clemont for it.
"You did awesome!" Bonnie sang, Dedenne sitting contently on the little girl's head. "No one's better than my big brother!" In spite of himself, Clemont smiled, and could feel his mood improving. Bonnie always made him feel better. The group began winding their way through the city, Clemont's heavy backpack weighing down and slowing the group. Ash lead his buddies by several steps, confidence oozing and swelling from every fiber of his being.
Ahead, a girl seemed to glide through the crowd, her sunshine hair flowing behind her. As she walked, people parted for her, their hushed whispers a quiet current left in her wake. "Who's that?" Ash asked Pikachu, blinking in confusion as the girl passed by. He was the only one who didn't give her a slight margin.
"You don't know who that IS?" Bonnie gasped, her small hand clutched over her heart.
"What? No," Ash responded, his eyes following the young woman. It wasn't hard to keep sight of her; as she wound her way further, people parted like water from oil, ,giving her no resistance in the busy street.
"That's Octavia Muteki," Serena sighed, looking dreamily after the disappearing form.
"Who's that?" Ash asked again. His traveling companions stared at him, their disappointment and judgmental shock clear in their expressions. "What? I've been backpacking across a foreign country, battling everyone in sight, how am I supposed to keep up with your celebrities?"
"Octavia Muteki is the League Champion," Clemont finally responded. Everyone stared at Ash, waiting, waiting for the words to sink in. His eyes suddenly widened. Pikachu leaned forward, comprehending in the same moment as his trainer.
"League Champion?!" Ash hollered, his body unfreezing quickly. He tore off running at a dead sprint, dodging around pedestrians he could and shoving people out of the way he couldn't get around in time. His friends called for him to slow down, asking what it was that he was doing. After what felt like hours of running, he found he no longer had to worry about people being in his way, as he had caught up with the Champion's wake. "HEY!" Ash's shout rang loudly, a cannon in the hush of whispers. The young woman paused, and glanced over her shoulder, before turning fully around to give Ash her attention.
"Yes? May I help you?" She asked. Her voice was surprisingly strong and confident. Face to face with her, Ash saw she was his height, which was no accomplishment; he was only ten years old after all. He wondered if she was his age, or just small. Regardless, her outward appearance didn't command respect; it was her demeanor. In her arms was a brown paper bag, tucked to her chest. The rest of her body language was screaming self-assuredness.
"I heard you're the League Champion. My name's Ash Ketchum, and I'm from Pallet Town! This here is Pikachu!" Pikachu chimed in characteristically at the mention of himself. "I'd like to challenge you to a battle!" Whispers fluttered loudly around them, and Ash could even hear some mean spirited snickers aimed at him. He wasn't used to such an audience, and he felt his confidence shrink. Octavia didn't even seem to notice the throngs staring at her.
Serena, Bonnie, and Clemont finally burst into the open space centered in the sea of people. Clemont could hardly breathe, his technologically advanced backpack weighing heavy on him. Octavia's emerald green eyes pinned Ash in place, the intensity of her gaze making Ash wonder if he might've made a mistake. "This way," Octavia finally responded, her commanding voice ringing above everyone's heads. She turned and began walking away, expecting Ash and his friends to follow her. They did.
As they walked, people could be heard running through the streets, crying, "The Champion is battling! The Champion is battling!" The current of people hustling the group along swelled incredibly as people gathered to watch the spectacle.
"Ash, you dolt!" Clemont moaned, rubbing his nose beneath his glasses in agitation. "You know nothing of her skill, tactic, or team makeup!"
"So?" Ash asked, trying to fake bravado as appraising eyes glanced at him from all angles, sizing up the challenger to the region's beloved Champion. "I've done it all before." The crowd broke off right and left, leaving Ash and his friends to spill out onto a battle field. On the far side, the Champion already stood, the paper bag at her feet, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked incredibly feminine, in her tiny skirt and crop top, but nothing hinted at weakness. Around the entire battlefield, further than his eyes could see, people were gathered to watch Ash battle. People stood on benches, sat on each other's shoulders, some even scaled lamp posts to get a better view.
"You've decided to make quite the spectacle," the young woman called across the dirt space. At her words, the incessant hum of gossip ceased. The whole city was holding its breath. "Do you still wish to continue?"
"You bet I do!" Ash responded, hoping his voice didn't waver. Her emerald eyes broke contact with Ash's, releasing her otherworldly hold on him, and her gaze slide just over his shoulder.
"Clemont, would you mind doing me the honors of being the referee of this match?" Clemont swallowed hard as he nodded, trying to keep his eyes hard on the ground, avoiding eye contact. He could hardly believe she knew his name! He shuffled anxiously to the center side line as Serena and his little sister scampered off the field.
Clemont peeked over the rim of his glasses a little, checking to see what the Champion was doing, and froze when his blue eyes met her green ones. He felt every muscle tighten under her attention, his heart leaping to a full gallop.
Octavia smiled at him, and certain that his heart had exploded, Clemont automatically began saying, "This match will be between League Champion Octavia and the Challenger Ash from Pallet Town. Each Trainer may use two Pokemon, and there will be no substitutions." Octavia nodded encouragingly at Clemont as he finished, smiling another surprisingly tender smile before turning to Ash, her gaze hardening to stone again. Clemont found himself released from her spell, his palms clammy and his knees nearly knocking together. He couldn't help but notice the gorgeous way her hair glowed in the sun, how her ripped black tights revealed small patches of flawless skin, how the curve of her exposed waist, between the hem of her tiny top to the edge of her skirt's waistband, drew his eye.
"Good luck!" Octavia called across the battle field. Her fingers danced across her hip, elegantly selecting a Poke Ball and clicking to button to expand it.