Okay, I decided I wanted to make this a chapter book! Because, why the hell not? It'll be interesting.

But keep in mind, fellow reader, that this is yet another improvised story. And I cannot promise often updates. There might be weekly updates, but I cannot promise them at all.

Red stood up, hearing familiar footsteps and grunts of complaint climb up the mountain.

"I swear," Touko grumbled, "One day this mountain will be easier to climb."

She dusted herself off and ran over to her new friend.

"Red! Hiya!" She greeted, shaking his hand, "Eleven o' clock, as promised!"

"..." Red stared at her new outfit. She wore a denim mini-skirt, black knee-high stockings, and a pink button-up shirt, along with a black and white strpied tie.

Shaking his head, not wanting to stare longer, he showed her his watch, pointing at the minute hand.

Touko smiled sheepishly. "Oh, well, eleven o' five, whoopsy. I lost track of time when choosing what outfit to wear and..." she stared at him for a second. "You waited for me?"

The young male trainer nodded blankly.

The brunette grinned. "Aww, that is so sweet of you! Thank you! Oh, but you didn't have to wait..."

She stared at his hand behind him, hiding something.

Touko tilted her head to the side in confusion. "Uhh...what's that behind your back? Is it the pokedex I gave you?"

His cheeks tinted with a light pink, visible on his pale skin. He nodded, handing her the device.

She giggled from time to time, reading his favorite picks and scrolling through his comments.

"That's cute.," she'd mumble, "Ohh, so adorable! Hey, that's a good comment for battle strategy..."

Touko handed him the pokedex back. "It's nice to see you enjoying the fave's feature! You choose very cute pokemon as faves, like me! Heehee, kinda as if you did that on purpose..."

Red shrugged, blushing. I did do that on purpose, he thought.

Touko stepped back and released her signature Emboar. "Well, first things first. Let's battle!"

Red shrugged and released his Lapras. The possiblity of him beating her was little, but the thought of losing didn't affect him at all.

Touko grinned, withdrawing her starter. "Woo! That was certainly heated! You knocked out half my team, but I wasn't stopped!"

Red grinned, shrugging. Losing to her didn't bother him in the least, for some reason.

Touko walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Although I love winning, I don't like seeing losers. Come on! How about I treat you to food or something? I'm pretty sure it's been some time since you went downtown."

Red thought about it for a second. He was in the mood for some tacos...

He nodded.

Touko squealed. "Yay! Come on, I'll let you ride on Zekrom."

She released the Black Dragon from its pokeball, petting its head.

Red walked up to it and admired the legendary creature. He actually liked its appearance.

However, Zekrom wasn't too amused of the unknown boy so close to his trainer. The midnight-hued pokemon growled a bit at Red.

Red took a step back nervously, not wanting any attack from it.

Touko crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently at Zekrom. "Boy, calm down. This is Red, a new friend of mine. Be nice," she said through her teeth.

Then, she turned to the raven-haired boy. "Why don't you pet him or give him a little pokemon food? Zekrom may look scary, but he's a softie."

Red nodded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out four poffins, from his recent travel to Sinnoh. Holding it out to the dragon-type, the pokemon sniffed the food, and reluctantly took it from his hands, eating in delight.

Then, as it ate, Red caressed Zekrom gently, smiling as the pokemon purred.

Touko smiled. "Great! Now that we're all friends, how about we fly? Zekrom, would you mind giving a little help?"

Zekrom nodded, lifting both trainers with its paw, and placing them on his back.

Touko grinned. "Okay. To Celadon!"

And they were sprung high into the skies.

Touko stretched, climbing off of her legendary dragon-type. She smiled, withdrawing her Zekrom. "I love this rainbow city," she stated. She was about to turn to Red, but he was already at a Burger-on-a-stick stand.

The brunette giggled, walking toward him. Boys just love greasy and fat-filled foods, didn't they? Well, so does she.