Author's notes: Yes! Finally I got chapter 2 up!
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Excuse my crappy chapter title, but yes there is much yelling. (note to self: don't fuck with Haruka.)
Chapter 2- Yelling is not the best medicine!
"Ugh," Harley heaved a heavy sigh and started to trudge after Haruka. "That goddamn gi- Oi!" Apparently the flat heels on Harley's white disco-esque shoes didn't make the best hiking boots; he had gotten the heel stuck in between a wedge of rock and fallen down. "If I ever get out of this I'm putting an ounce of food dye in her Gatorade for every time I fall!"
He got to his feet and continued to march after her, muttering under his breath.
Finally he found a small mound of rocks, a parody of a miniature cliff with a large flat rock resting on top of it. And sitting on top with her knees pulled close to her chin, hair blowing feebly in the breeze, was Haruka. She didn't seem to notice him or at least pretended not to until Harley cut the silence in an annoyed judgmental tone, "Do you have some sort of obsession with rocky areas or do you feel like dragging me through hell for the fun of it?"
Haruka let out a bitter chuckle, "Really? That sounds more like you." Her eyes shifted back to the ground in front of her. "Just go the hell away. I swear I'm so sick of your little mind games."
Harley's jaw dropped, "Mind games? That's a laugh, do you really think I trudged across this whole freaking beach after I already set up camp for myself just to come bother you?" his voice was naturally sarcastic.
"Oh what's one beach to someone who shows up at every town, every city, everywhere I go just to cheat and make me look like a fool!!" Haruka spun to face him, her teeth gnashed, and her voice sounded hysteric. "JUST-GO-AWAY!" Her eyes twisted into flames, her hair flew wildly around her face, but her voice sounded hiccupy and on the verge of breaking.
Taken back, to say the least Harley's eyes widened and he took a clumsy step backward. Fine then scream all you want, I'll just go back to my camp. What's your problems to me?, thought Harley until the cold fact slammed into his chest that he was the one causing the problems. And perhaps without the satisfaction of seeing her panic comically the guilt actually lingered, and he found no sadistic contentment in her pain. "Damn," he muttered silently and started to climb the rocks clumsily while she sat there looking straight away from him, probably concealing tears. When he finally reached the top he sat a good two feet away from here and stretched out his legs in front of him, leaning back on his hands.
"You-you don't ever listen to me do you?" murmured Haruka shakily.
"Nope. Sorry hun!" He replied. "Look you're stranded on an island with no way to reach your friends on the next one so-"
"Shut up!!" Haruka slammed her fist against his shoulder wildly. "I know that already!! Wh-wh-wha…" Her voice jumped a few octaves and was drowned out in the tears that flowed down her burning cheeks, utterly ashamed.
"What!? I uh I-" ok now he was in red alert mode. After over a year of promising to "make her cry" he didn't mean it this way. It probably isn't necessary to point out that Harley has horrible people skills, and at this point in time he was rendered speechless. He decided his best course of action was to just blurt out anything and everything that came to mind. "I meant to say that you can't get to your friends on the next island so just come to camp with me! You really are an idiot you know I came here to try to get you to come back and hopefully shut up so I don't have to deal with all your pathetic little boy-toys when you go crying to them!"
Through her tears Haruka roared back for the dignity of her friends, "Don't you dare say anything about Satoshi, Takeshi, or Masato! Your such a jerk and a freaking creep and-and why don't you get some friends for your own damn self! Not that I think they'd be able to even stand you!"
Harley slammed down his hands in front of him and yelled back, "I don't need anything as stupid as friends! Why the hell should I trust any sort of goody-goody like the idiots you hang out with!"
"Harley SHUT UP!" On her knees, she lunged at him ready to claw his eyes out in blind and pent up fury. "Stop-trying-to-make-every-moment-I-have-so-horrible!!" She wailed and swiped, scratching him on the cheek before her grabbed both of her upper arms forcing her to stop.
Eyes wide in disbelief he let go once her arms stopped shaking; Haruka buried her face in her hands, as his fell to his sides. "H-Harley. What did I ever do to make you hate me?" She really had always wondered, when she wasn't busy being angry at Harley. Funny how she didn't know it was exactly the same from Harley's point of view. He had nearly forgotten why he loathed this girl so much, he was always too caught up in his cruel fun or his anger.
She got off her knees and sat down again, her legs limply laying in front of her, waiting for an answer. Harley turned his attention to the waves, "You were unnecessarily rude to me and my pokemon," he said with an air of indignation.
"What? Rude? What are you talking about?" Now it was Haruka who was completely dumbfounded. What had she ever done to him before he started messing with her contests, or his pokemon for that matter?
"You said my Cacturne was scary and you had said you didn't even know what one was. Bullshit, I've seen those Rocket goons that always bother you. The guy with the blue hair has a Cacnea an they're totally common! And if you couldn't put together that one evolves into the other you're even dumber than I thought," he added nastily out of habit.
"You're the idiot! Oh god Harley…" Haruka sounded completely exasperated and slapped a palm to her forehead.
Harley hadn't expected this. He thought she would start yelling again or something. Did she know something he didn't? "What?" he asked.
"Of course I didn't know what a Cacturne was! That was my very first year as a pokemon trainer! And yes I suppose you have a point about Kojiro's Cacnea but jeez you just popped out of nowhere with a random batch of cookies! I really don't think the first thing on my mind was evolutions! Oh my god you started this whole thing…" she seriously could not believe he had started this whole fiasco over some little misunderstanding.
"W-well don't start pinning this all on me!" stuttered Harley. He had a feeling that maybe he'd made a big mistake but didn't want to admit it. "You didn't even like the cookies anyway brat," he muttered.
"Who ever said that?! I said they were good and I'm not a brat!" suddenly she had the urge to slam him in the shoulder again.
"No you didn't," Harley sneered, "you said they weren't half bad."
"Harley they're-just-cookies!" Haruka exclaimed completely exasperated.
"I was trying to be polite. It's not every day I do that," Harley countered.
"I'm not surprised," Haruka shot back. "Waaait… why were you trying to be polite?" Obviously she had asked the right question because Harley went rigid, and his eyes shifted back and forth. "Hm… what were you just trying to make a friend? I thought you didn't need any and that people like me were goody-goody idiots." Finally she was the one making him squirm.
"You are." He said simply, "And so what if I wanted a friend?" He fished around his pants pocket and pulled out a small notebook and dropped it next to him. "I have enough enemies," he said bitterly.
Haruka picked up the book, and flicking through the pages she found pictures of various coordinators with a skull and cross bones over their picture. Looking through it more she found that some had a little smiley over the top, but very few. And it wasn't until long that she found her own picture, from that day on the ship to Izabe island. "You keep an entire book of people you don't and do like? You are messed up."
Harley let out an unusual laugh, "Yeah I guess so," and took the book back. "It's a bad habit I guess."
"How did you start a habit like that?" Haruka questioned again.
Harley raised an eyebrow, "Is it that weird? Well ya see hun, I used to have a rival I hated even more than you." He paused, is this his own idea of dramatic effect? "He was an annoying like squirt who was only a year younger than me when I was a kid. He would always strut around with a stupid Chamander and attack my poor Cacnea." Harley gritted his teeth that turned into a rather huffy pout, "And he always would singe the cookies I made! They were completely inedible the little-"
"Hate to interrupt, but what does this have to do with your scrapbook of angst?"
"Oh right," clearing his throat he continued, "Anyway I finally had enough and challenged him to a battle. But I had just gotten poor little Cacnea and we lost. I was so upset because I didn't know those burns would be easy to treat if I just took him to Nurse Joy. I just sat there with Cacnea until Joy saw us on her morning walk. I was waiting for Cacnea to come out of the doctor's office when I saw a poster for a local beginner's contest. His stupid face was plastered all over it! That little brat! I was so mad I grabbed a permanent marker and scribbled the hell out of his retarded little grin." He heaved a sigh of relief after his story was finished. Obviously this was the first time he ever told anyone.
"…Wow. Harley you need to learn to let things go."
"I've been told that before."
A/N's: does that last two pieces of dialogue sound really dramatic??? It was supposed to be a little humorous really but ehh I don't know!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
