A/N: Heya guys! Got Chapter 3 Bad-assified!
I was fairly worried too! A while ago when I was gonna type up the next Chapter on my friends laptop, shit happens. I didn't mention it before, but this laptop that makes this brand new fanfic magic happens has a battery issue. It can't hold a charge, so it constantly needs its charger to stay alive. Fine with me, right? As long as it stays alive, I can type things up just fine!
WELL THEN!
If there is one problem that this fanfic has, it suffers from a severe case of bad karma.
The charger cord was damaged. It wasn't gonna keep the laptop alive.
I kid you not when I say this, all the problems I have had every time I tried to even remotely work on this are not excuses because I'm lazy! These are legitimate problems that keep cropping up every single bloody time I try to work on this fanfic.
HOWEVER!
Unlike before, I have a back-up plan! My Android tablet! This most recent Chapter is written on my tablet! Now I bet you're asking: "WTF Krazy! You could have just worked on the fanfic on your tablet anyways!"
Well, I dare you to type a Pokemon fanfic on a tablet that only has a touch keyboard from hell, a gimpy ass typing program, and auto corrects everything so horribly, your Pokemon fanfic might as well have turned into a pile of shit, or somehow a Mario fanfic or something.
My point is, typing a fanfic on an Android is asinine, and borderlining painful. Its not really fun at all without proper stuff.
But I would be a complete dumbass to start a fanfic up again, then tell everyone "I'm stopping it again 'cause I'm a lame-ass author!" No damn way in hell I am stopping this!
I MEAN IT.
Now, I'll have a new charger for this laptop soon, so don't worry, things will go as planned!
Now, like ye old fanfic, I will once again do Q&A! For those who do not know, I will answer any questions you ask me, any reviews you send, and…well, any silly ass comment you'll speak! Today we only have one reviewer, and he's one of my most faithful readers! Give a round of applause for Dimension-Distorter, for this inspiring review! *clap clap clap*
Dimension-Distorter: You know what, I realized that I never commented on the first chapter of this story! Old OR Revised! Neither the second all the way to the 5th I guess. And with all of the stuff going on for you to get to make us happy, I can say that these revisions are nothing short of fantastic! I love how everything is SUPER changed around, both situation and personality-wise for these characters and it's somehow even MORE entertaining to read. I wish you luck in the future of this as you go all the way with it…at least you SOULD go all the way with it now!
Krazy: As I said before your review, you deserve a round of applause! Words cannot express how much this review means to me! After Chapter One's rewrite, and not even a peep for reviews, I was worried I was doing something really wrong. The fact that you're telling me all these wonderful comments could only mean that I am succeeding with my rewrite! This is very special to me! Tell you what, if there is anything you'd need from me, or want me to do, I'm listening!
Q&A is over for now, and I have nothing else really to say now, except the usual stuff before every chapter we do!
"Hey Mr. Freeman!" – The human language in English (American).
"Hello dere!" – The 'mon language translated into English (American).
Pokemon and any other games referenced belongs to Nintendo, GameFreak, the Pokemon Company, and their respective owners! Xavier and his friendos belong to me!
~~~oOGOo~~~
Pokemon X&Y& _: The Last Memory
Chapter 3: PRS: Prick Rival Syndrome
"I…I think I understand. I understand what my dad meant when he told me I needed to be stronger, like you Link…He wasn't talking about strength, like lifting stuff…He was talking about being brave." – Colin -The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess.
"Xavier?" Kuja piped up.
"Yeah Kuja?"
"I…I might be wrong about this….but…um…you were on fire earlier…right?"
"Okay, yeah?" I elaborated, motioning him to continue with my hand while still focusing on the road ahead of us.
"So…um…shouldn't your legs be burned?"
The mention of my legs being supposedly injured prompted me to stop in my tracks, glance at Kuja with my brows raised, then examine my legs, and the once fashionably awesome charcoal pants I was wearing.
For someone who is naïve about how shit happens, Kuja was right.
To my major surprise, my legs were in perfect condition. Not a nary of any painful scars, nasty distortions, or even any red skin. Save for still being warm from my earlier unexpected ignition, It was unblemished in every way possible. It posed a lot of questions, ones I didn't have any answers to. How is it fireproof? How are they so perfectly fine? Hell, I'll probably even be asked what skin lotion did I use? That's the only question I probably could answer: none.
But for the more serious questions and curiosities…
"Well…" I started, running a hand through my hair. "To be completely honest with you Kuja? I have no idea."
Kuja didn't respond, prompting my full attention towards him. He was clinging to my shoulder, as he was earlier, but his face was one contorted into confusion. His golden eyes were narrowed into gold bars, and his small mouth into a small frown. I could only parrot the exact same look with myself.
I shook my head, clearing that brain-teasing thought. Maybe I'll ask a professional doctor, or just some shrink when I had the chance.
Okay, I really need to get my thoughts organized, I've been running my train of thought of the rails. Let me see…
We had stopped completely on our return to Aquacorde, and were just outside of the town. After our Pokemon-to-Trainer bonding moment, Kuja had bravely decided to come with me to see August, despite fearing him for trying to give him to a Trainer, or worse, someone cruel. I highly doubt the latter; August was a expert judge of character, able to pick apart people's likes, dislikes, personality, and even desires within moments. Trust me when I say that. I was one of the many people he debunked like a psychic. I swear he has ESP or something, but he just says its parts of being a Pokemon Professor. He got me there.
He's still psychic to me though!
…..
Dangit…So much for getting my thoughts in order.
While contemplating whether or not the Kalos Professor had the sixth sense, I spied objects with Kujas colors in the trees above us. On a low hanging branches just skimming the top of my head were more of the blue objects. I could only smile at my discovery!
Round, blue, delicious, and tasteful. Oran Berries. In full ripeness too! You would have to have lived under a Geodude to not know what these Berries are! Everyone knows Oran's for their balanced combination of many tastes, creating a whole new flavor. I'm not saying the universe will explode behind your eyes when you taste them, but you ought to be ashamed of yourself if you never ate one of these badass Berries! I did always call these things "Blue Bombers" for a good reason!
Heh, I should write advertisements!
I looked at Kuja, who was curious about the sky above him, then glanced back at the taste bud bombs in blue. If there was one thing both humans and Pokemon would forever agree on, it's the great taste of Berries!
Being thankful for my height for a change, I barely reached up into the verdant boughs above and plucked a good 6 of the palm-sized Oran Berries and collected them in my arms one by one. Whether or not Kuja smelled the Berries, his attention was brought earthbound from above to the food in my arms.
"Berries…?" He mumbled. I nodded, popping one in my mouth and smiling at him, sort of to encourage him to try one himself. Once again, curiosity won the Bubble Frog over in one short moment.
"um…can….can I..?" He motioned his head towards the Berries. I could only laugh a little at him. He was just too damn shy!
"Why else did I pick this many?" I plopped a Blue Bomber in both of his tiny hands.
Kuja observed the Oran in closer detail, eyeing its roundness, its blue shade, and the tiny black pits across its surface. Picking off its stem, he testily took a bite, almost as if he was fearing a foul taste.
Judging from his happy looks and his "mmmmmming", I just blew his mind, and made his world of tastes a lot bigger.
"I've never tried these Berries before, but I like them! Its better than the old ones I used to have!" he judged, surprisingly talkative about it, which was a obvious difference from his first impressions. Personality-wise, he seemed shy. Not like he was afraid of everything, but more like afraid of being judged for who he his, almost like some form of emotional-racism. Once again, I'm glad I chose him as my Pokemon. I feel like I can relate to him a lot.
I smiled even more, almost grinning. "Was there ever a doubt?" Laughing, I passed another Oran off to him, and began eating another Oran myself, spitting out the stem of the previous Berry.
I'm glad beyond words right now. If there is one aspect about training Pokemon, or even owning a Pokemon that I understood better than anybody, it was being friends with them. Maybe its just the fact that I can communicate with them that I have more of a closeness to Pokemon than humans, but either way, the fact that Kuja and I are trusting each other more and more means that we can battle with full potential!
Speaking of battles…
Kuja's fear and uncontrollable pacifism will be a reoccurring issue if I were to become a serious Trainer one of these days. Its not like he can't use attacks, the Bubble attack on my unexpected inferno is more than enough proof that he can use attacks with good efficency. I have full belief that he can fight, but vehemently and desperately refuses to do so out of fear.
I hope that one of these days, Kuja will trust me enough when I ask him about battling, and hopefully, that he will be willing to try it out! If I can't seem to help him, I could ask August for help in Pokemon mental rehabilitation.
…..
…..
Wait…
Shit.
How distracted can I get?! I swear to Arceus!
I was supposed to return to August immediately, after finding Kuja!
"Okay, I really get sidetracked easy!" I swallowed my most recent Oran Berry. "Kuja! Next time I get distracted, could you keep me focused?" He nodded, still eating one of his Berries. "Okay! Let's hurry! No more messing around!"
~~~oOOOo~~~
"Wha….huh?!" Was all I could splutter out.
Before me was not the warzone from an hour ago. What was once a carnage of snooty, mad, pyromaniac Fennekin, Nonsensical, spontaneous, weird Froakie, angry, meatheaded, overemotional Chespin, and two Pokemon professionals, was now a rather normal, yet somewhat scorched Aquacorde Town, suffering from property damages, and lots of money gone down the drain. The chaotic din of sounds was replaced with the mutterings of happy new trainers instead, making conversation with each other. Some spoke of how incredible their new friends are, some spoke of how awesome of a Trainer they now were, despite only just being brand new…um…n00bs.
Within the mass of newbies was a smiling, sincere August, proud to be doing his favorite job as a Professor among Pokemon. His still yet to be named assistant is, strangely enough, the only thing out of place, quite literally. She was nowhere close by.
Running up to the railing of the viewing area, I gave a shout to August, catching his attention after he finished speaking to a young girl and her very own Chespin.
"Bonjour again Xavier! I see you were successful in your search!" he greeted, nodding to Kuja. My friend, however, reacted in a not-so-positive fashion, and took to dropping off of me, and hiding behind my legs.
Scooping Kuja into my arms, I carefully, once again, made way down the Stairway of Doom, navigated a path through the many Trainers (some of which stared at me and my grand vertical proportions), and finally stopped before the man of the hour himself.
Not that Kuja was impressed at all. He was the exact opposite, using my shirt to hide his face in. I shook my head sadly, and glanced back to August.
"Yeah! We even became good friends, right Kuja, buddy?" I nudged him a little. He gave a weak reply, muffled by me shirt to the point where I couldn't hear what he said. I'll assume he said yes.
"Ah!" August clapped his hands together. "Wonderful! You made a new friend! With my most difficult Froakie no less! I assume your gift assisted you in your success?" I nodded, looking at my friend, then back to the Kalos Professor, who was even more happy for me.
"I can never stress how incredible your gift is, my friend! I hope…Kuja was it? I hope you will be able to cherish the bond you have just formed! One day, you might be able to even battle!"
Kujas response was him freezing up in terror, his grip on my shirt so tight it would probably tear soon. I hope not. I like my Minecraft shirt, and I don't want to have more clothes wrecked and demolished.
I shrugged, not sure what to say or do about Kuja. "That's another thing Professor! I was wondering if I could make Kuja my starter of choice?" I asked, even though I had a good idea what his answer would be. August simply gave short laugh and his everlasting smile only grew further, if that were even possible.
"But of course, Xavier! To separate the two of you after you two have already bonded this close? Nono, I wouldn't have my career if that were the case!" he joked, chortling at his own quip. Kuja, on the other hand snapped out of his daze, and looked up at me with a Sycamore-sized smile of his own.
"D…D…does that mean…?"
I could only make the exact same grin as August and Kuja. "Yes it does, Kuja!"
Kuja, for the first time since I met him, gave a show of absolute joy, launching up into the air to do an enthusiastic flip, before landing with an ecstatic cheer, pumping a small white fist into the air. This was the real, true blue Kuja. The one who is excited about being with me. The one who was starry-eyed at the mere mention of having a friend. The quiet, nervous Kuja, I think, is just a mask. A façade made out of fear for his true self.
I decided at that moment, I would make it my goal to draw out the real Kuja as often as possible. To the point where he isn't afraid of being himself.
In Kuja's moment of jubilee, August had left for a moment across the town to a small stand I barely even noticed before. The wooden stand was more or less just a fine oak table with a blue and white patterned awning. On the table was a machine with three slots, each one colored to correspond with each of the starter Pokemon. Sycamore typed something on its touch based screen, and within the moment, the blue slot of the machine released a basic Poke Ball, and a side slot spat out another object in red. Sycamore grabbed both items and returned to me and Kuja within a few moments.
"Here's Kuja's Poke Ball." He held the round symbol of all Trainers in the palm of his hand. Grabbing it, I testily tossed it in the air and caught it, getting the feel of being a trainer, before tapping its center button, shrinking it to pocket sizes.
Before I could speak, August still had more important things to speak of. "Xavier, I can officially say you exceed all expectations. You already have a strong bond with a Pokemon you've known for less than an hour, you're a very mature young man, and you have more than enough potential to succeed." He held out the most desirable object for a trainer. The absolute proof of being a true Pokemon Trainer, the Pokedex.
I was starting to feel like Kuja at that moment, when I held my very own 'dex in my hands. The feeling grew even more when the Pokedex activated, its sides opening up to a holographic blue screen.
"Welcome new Trainer!" it greeted in a monotone voice. "Place your finger on the screen so I may scan your fingerprint!" Without question, I placed my finger on its surface. In one scan, it immediately knew who I was. My ID, name, and health info scrawled across its screen as it rummaged through my personal data to ultimately compile data and create my Trainer ID. Once finished, it spoke once again. Hello, Xavier Stevens! Congratulations on becoming a new Trainer! I hope you put me to great use on your journey!" It chirped, before a small camera emerged. "say cheese!" It drawled.
Of course, I was too enamoured by the encyclopedia of Pokemon to only hear the last part a little too late. "WHAHUHFUZZYPICKLES-"
My photo resulted in a rather silly, really embarrassing picture of me looking panicked, in all my stupified glory. It was the kind of picture that was taken on those roller coasters that takes a picture of your reaction.
"Well shit…" I silently cursed as my not-so-serious Trainers ID was finished, permanently.
"Gorgeous!" the Pokedex complemented.
"Stoo-ped!" I retorted.
I'm glad nobody was really watching but August, I probably looked like I was absolutely mental in the head, having a few screws loose and arguing with a talking Wikipedia that's only doing its job.
"Speaking of doing your job…" I mumbles, and aimed the glowing blue sensor at Kuja, who was curious to what I was aiming at him. With a short "ping!", the 'dex came up with results, and an image of my buddy.
Froakie, The Bubble Frog Pokemon. An amphibian species with a happy-go-lucky disposition naturally, and a keen, observant wariness to its surroundings, Froakie coats its sensitive skin in a liquid film secreted from the white suds around its neck. Truthfully, these are not bubbles, but an adhesive build-up of its natural film more commonly referred to as Frubbles. A Water Type with the ability Torrent, and the Hidden Ability Protean.
"Okay, I'm impressed. It just gave me a science class without making me fall asleep! I'd say this Pokedex works wonders for me!" I complimented, nodding.
"Thank you." It droned. I almost retorted with a certain F word, but August had something to tell me. That, and I didn't want to swear around August. Hey, even I have my limits to my sailor talk.
"If you ever have any troubles with your Pokedex, you can talk to me or my assistant…speaking of which…"
"Where is she by the way?" I asked. August turned away, facing the northern exit of Aquacorde.
"After we managed to control the starter Pokemon, we still couldn't find the missing Fennekin from earlier, so I asked her to double-check Route 2 again for me, just in case it managed to escape there." He debriefed me. Nodding, I looked towards the Route ahead, and wonder if I would ever go past there on a Pokemon Journey, and the Santalune Forest beyond that. Before I could dream of dreams even more, our yet-to-be named friend emerged from the route, rushing across the bridge to greet August.
"Professor, umm…we have a situation." She quickly explained.
"What's wrong?"
"I found Fennekin, but you see…a Trainer found Fennekin first, and…umm…I think you should see for yourself."
~~~oODOo~~~
"I SAID SIT THE FUCK STILL!"
"Hey! I said leave the poor thing alone!"
Plus a few more choice words I refuse to repeat.
That loud, irate voice and a squeal of fear was the first and second things to break the silence as I stepped onto Route 2 to see what the big deal was about this Fennekin. I can say for sure, this is certainly, an incident.
Swearing with a pottymouth that puts my own shame, was a boy. He appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen, and his blood red locks of hair was the most attentive thing besides his mouth, which desperately needed soap by the way. They weren't ginger locks, or somewhat red, his locks of spiked out hair were blood red. I'd make Determination jokes about him, but he wasn't wearing a green sweater, if you get my joke. No, he was wearing a long-sleeved blue blazer-hoodie combo, and pitch black jeans, the kind I would wear myself if they didn't look like they would melt your legs off in the summer sun. That, and this pissy pants prat gives a bad taste, in my opinion. What I almost missed was the weird necklace he wore, but I can't exactly explain the symbol it had on a dog tag. Too fancy to say.
His face belies his stylish, nice Pokemon Trainer wear though. It was curled into a snarl of frustration, and extreme irritation. His cold grey eyes were leering at the Fennekin, which kept eluding him and his equally annoyed Chespin, like a mocking song and dance they've done before.
Worried for the safety of the Fennekin was a girl equally aged as the rude teen beside her. She was shorter than the teen, and had her deeper blue hair down in waves, almost like an ocean on her head, with a red ribbon in her hair. She wore a long sleeved white sweater with nothing notable about it, and a blue skirt the same shades as her hair, with its ends tipped in a lighter blue. Striped blue and white leggings up to her knees covered her legs, and strangely average white running shoes covered her feet.
Her expression was one of fear and sadness. Her face was unblemished, and her blue eyes shone with fear for the Fennekin, who was taking this who scenario like a joke, or just having fun. For this girl to worry about an ignorant Fennekin like this spoke volumes about who she was, and her morals in general. Nobody just stops and worries for Pokemon like this.
"God damn it…." He gasped. "You… you little bastard! Will you let me catch you?!" He seethed, his Chespin raging just as similarly. August shook his head at the scene, his smile actually gone.
"Hmm…..some Trainers just don't know how to treat Pokemon…" he spoke, disappointed. I nodded in agreement. This brat needed some lessons in being less selfish. Even worse was his Chespin. The spiky creature was having a violent tantrum of his own. Its horrible enough to see people be violent, cold-hearted pieces of shit, but even worse when a Pokemon is the same, because the sad part is, Pokemon were meant to bond with other people, not act like this!
Shit, this was making me angry too!
"This is why I called the both of you over here. We need someone to go talk some sense into this kid…" the assistant grumbled. August seemed unsure, almost like he knew this violent jerk wouldn't hear him out. That girl being caught in the middle of this isn't going to help her or the Fennekin either. Someone had to do something about this kid and his incessant yelling!
God, will he ever shut up?!
Okay, that's it! This is pissing me the hell off!
"let me go see him…..I've got a few choice words of my own to say with him…"
August breaks from his thoughts and nods. "Okay, but be careful, he doesn't appear to be one for negotiations…" he warned. Unamed Helper Lady nodded too. I nodded as well. Much nod. Very agree.
I set Kuja down, and got down to his level. "Stay here, okay? I have something to say to this guy over here." I explained as kindly as possible. He gave one look at Raging Red and nodded shakily. I stood up, and whipped around to face this disgrace of a Trainer. I calmly stepped behind him, just behind him now.
I cleared my throat. "Hey, can we talk about-"
Without even turning to look at me, he aimed a hand behind him for me, and flipped the bird, not giving any fucks about whoever was trying to make conversation with him. The girl notices me with a small gasp. I wave a little, and give a thumbs up. She still seemed unsure about Fennekin regardless.
"Chespin, Pin Missle!"
His Chespin gave a grin before his thorns pulsed with a lime green light. With a loud shout, Chespins spikes launched into the air in separate arcs at different angles at the Fennekin. The Fennekin, meanwhile, simply danced around each missile one-by-one, laughing and making mocking little jeers and quips. Of course, this served to anger the rude pair even more. The Trainer was still aiming that middle finger at me, waiting for me to take a hint and leave.
Well, I wasn't going to leave any time soon, too bad for him. Also, I got a completely different hint altogether, and I highly doubt he'll like it. I don't appreciate that finger, and he needs to know. Plus he was really making me mad now.
I caught bluenettes attention with another wave, and pointed to Mr. r00d Trainer with a fist-pounding motion, then pointed to Fennekin, and then finally to August, who was watching from a close by area. She caught my silent message and nodded, waiting for the fist-pounding moment.
I took a deep breath and got ready.
Well...
I'm sure he'll have lots of fucks to give when I bend that finger in ways not thought possible.
I grabbed that finger, and gave a sharp twist to it.
"GaaaAAAAAhhhhAHAHhahaHOWWWW!" he howled. I crossed my arms, and glared. Blue Girl grabbed Fennekin the moment he and his Chespin was distracted, and took off to safety with August.
I said," I ground out. "Can. We. Talk?"
Seething in pain and gripping his now blue finger with his better hand, and glared spitefully at me with absolute venom.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Mind your damn business, you piece of shit trainer! Go back to your wimpy friends and leave me alone!" He shouted at me, before noticing his object of capture was gone.
"It got away! You fuckhead! You dare try to screw with me and my battles?! Once again, what{s wrong with you, you dumbass, giant freak?!"
"No, what the fuck is wrong with you? Don't be so damn cruel to Pokemon-"
"oh, fucking great, your one of those whiners!" He groaned, before making a faux happy face and speaking in a falsetto voice. "oh I just love Pokemon! We can save the day with our bond! Nothing can stop us! Boohoo, the mean Trainers made me cry, wahhh!" He mocked, specifically at me. I would love to say I wasn't bothered, but I was.
My hands clenched into fists, and I was feeling the heat of hate starting. This son of a bitch stopped his fake voice, his face becoming a vile sneer.
"Get. Real."
He held out a Poke Ball in front of him, posing like he was the absolute trainer of all trainers, the cream of the crop, the Champion of Kalos.
"Power, control, and determination." He started. "That is all you need to have. Weak-hearted wimps and your disgustingly sappy Pokemon are our stepping stones to success. Nothing more, nothing less. Only the strong survive!"
He motioned his Chespin to stand between us.
"And you, who dares stand in the way of me, Matthias Rayden, the next Pokemon Champion…"
I took a step back from the monologing maniac, now nervous for myself, and for the Fennekin's sake.
" Y."
Without a single command, his Chespins thorns glowed with a familiar lime light. With a whistling sound, the Pin Missiles launched at me from all angles, intent on striking me down dead or alive.
I guess this is the definition of the saying "biting off more than you can chew."
I was frozen, too scared to even make a single move. A sudden paralysis removed all control over myself. My screams of "RUN!" in my head were ignored. There had to be something I could do!
"Kuja! Wait!" the voice of August echoed from behind.
"XAVIER!"
My saving grace came in time. Before the thorned energy could pierce me, a cloud of vibrant blue bubbles swirled in the path of the attack, absorbing the entire swarm of them. Each of the Bubble attack splashed everywhere as each Pin Missile exploded against it.
Matthias was shocked for a moment, before returning to his former glare, as an already incredible Froakie named Kuja launched through the air, and landed in front of me, inspired to protect his Trainer. Yet, he was still shaking with a familiar fear.
He was still scared to battle, or do conflict…
But here he was, defying all his limits.
"Kuja…are….aren't you…"
"Scared?" I nodded dumbly, surprised. "Y…yeah…I can't even explain how terrified I am right now…"
He curled his hands into tiny fists. "B…but….for some reason…when I saw him attack you….I couldn't let him hurt you….I wouldn't let him dare….You're my trainer, and I realized that I need to be your Pokemon! I will stand by you, no matter how scared I am!" He finished, facing our newfound rival with invigorated ambition.
He really was the Strong One.
"Kuja…" I finally said. I felt a warmth spread through me. Everything about it was incredible. Positive feelings of all kinds put in a blender was the best way to describe this feeling. I didn't need anyone to tell me, Kuja was feeling this exact feeling too.
I didn't want him to get hurt…I didn't want the Fennekin to be hurt as well…and…I didn't want this demon for a Trainer to succeed. And he wouldn't.
We could stop him right here, and now. The power we had…
We were invincible to his foul words, his dark emotions, his twisted heart.
But I doubt he was immune to me.
"AUGH! SHUT UP!" He practically screamed like a Hyper Voice attack. "CHESPIN! CRUSH THEM!"
Chespin responded by charging at Kuja full pelt, most likely under the assumption he could one-hit KO Kuja with the strength he had. I'm not saying the Chespin was weak; Hell, I could feel the power coming from it, but Kuja obviously was no pushover either.
Time to give these two a wake-up call.
"Kuja, this is it! Show me your power, buddy!" I commanded. I know a lot of things, but other than Bubble, I wouldn't know any of my friend's attacks. Hopefully he knows not to use Bubble here.
Kuja launched into a charge of his own, but a different kind of charge. White power glowed across him as blinding speeds overtook him. Blink, and he would be over to the left. Blink again, and he was to the right. Quick Attack.
Within milliseconds, Kuja rammed into the bull-headed Chespin with an equal force. Physics soon applied here, and the two ricocheted off each other, and landed separately across from each other.
"Dammit! Rollout!" Matthias cursed.
Chespin began with a short launch into the air while spinning at rapid speeds. The result was a green Sonic the Hedgehog look-alike spinning at Kuja with a verdant green Spin Dash that was gaining more strength and speed by the second, Grass and dirt tearing into the air beneath it. Kuja tensed himself, ready for my command.
Well, this was one of the many worst case scenario's for any Trainer.
Rollout was infamous for being borderline unstoppable once started. A gym leader from Johto had made this almost unfair move both loved by its users, and hated by its receivers, and relished in her success as a Gym Leader with just that one attack that ruined many Trainers victories.
There's even debates with the Pokemon Leagues about banning this move, and for good reason, I'm sure you'll agree. I used to joke that Rollout was fueled by the tears of Trainers, now I don't after seeing it happen before me.
But case and point, what did Kuja have in his limited move pool that could put an end to this?
I'm afraid he doesn't know anything that could stop this.
It was too late anyways. The Rollout attack steamrolled Kuja, almost like when someone got caught in a moving car tire in a cartoon. After a few moments of being rolled, he was launched into the air, then back to earth with a crash landing, launching clumps of earth and smoke with him.
"Kuja!"
Thankfully, Kuja – battered and bruised – was still standing once the smoke was cleared, much to the chagrin of our foes.
Heh, I bet they aren't gonna keep thinking we'll go down with one hit.
"Kuja, you okay?" I asked, worried. He turned to look at me, and nodded, before quickly focusing himself back on his smug, yet, irritated enemies.
"You two just don't get it." Matthias snarked. "Your pointless bonds won't win you anything! I can tell your Froakie is weak. Take a hint, weakling! You and your Pokemon are too novice to even win! You can't possibly know a move that can stop Rollout!" he continued to insult.
"Oh piss off!" I shouted. "If you're that good of a Trainer, you would have finished this earlier! How about you take a hint, hypocrite!"
"How about you shut up, and LOSE! Rollout!"
Once again, Chespin launched into Sanic the Derphog mode, with just as much force and terror as before. I silently cursed to myself. This little bastard got to me, and I bit off more than I could chew.
Now here we were once again. I couldn't deny the truth of the snarky little twerp's statement. Face the facts: We didn't have a move that could break Rollout.
C'mon Xavier, think! There has to be something Kuja has that could turn this fight on its head!
He doesn't have a move that could stop Rollout…
No moves…
Wait!
I eyed the white mass of putty called Frubbles around Kuja's neck.
"Kuja! Your Frubbles!" I cried out to him.
He gave a look of small confusion, before a face of realization, and grabbed a good handful of the stretchy goop from his scarf. He glanced at me, ready for my command. Thankfully, Chespin was just closing in on the Froakie, which gave the both of us the perfect moment to launch a counterattack.
Time for some science in action.
"Throw it at Chespin!" I commanded, secretly crossing my fingers.
I hope this works…!
Kuja wound his arm up, and just like a professional Baseball pitcher, tossed the adhesive crap at Chespin before launching himself out of the way on reflex.
One of Newton's nasty laws came into effect. When an object is moving forward and is suddenly stopped, its mass and force will cause to keep going forwards. Chespin was the unlucky victim to physics, as the goop contacted him to the ground mid-Rollout, tripping and launching Chespin into the earth, smearing him across the dirt painfully with a severe case of grass-burn.
I couldn't help but wince as the Chespin finally slowed down to a halt in front of me, most likely getting a delicious taste of dirt and other wonderful bounties of Mother Nature. Matthias was dumbstruck, his smug-ass sneer changed into jaw-dropped shock. Looks like he's hunting for flies with his mouth open.
Heh, Gotta go fast.
2 fast for U.
Well jacksepticeye, I really guess Speed is Key.
"Great job Kuja! This is how we do it!" I cheered, Kuja starting his own cry of happiness.
I could already see Kuja liking battles more and more by the second. His face had that satisfaction of victory written across it, and he proved earlier with his rush of power and vigor that all excited Pokemon got in battle. Needless to say, I think He'll be ready for battles anytime.
"No…" our opponent mumbled, his fists tensed into a clench. The moment he did that, I instantly knew.
This fight isn't over yet.
"I refuse to lose! I will not fall to disgusting bonds! Chespin! Get the fuck up, and finish this properly."
Chespin, who was thought to have taken a nice impromptu-dirt nap, twitched slowly back to life. Grunting and breathing angrily, he spat out a mouthful of dirt and glared at Kuja with utter malice.
Clenching his fist and holding it back, Chespin did something neither me or Kuja thought possible.
*bzzt*
*crackle*
*ZAP!*
Golden electricity formed around his tightened fist. Within moments, his entire arm was alight with a golden glow and dancing electricity, literally making Thor's fist was a Thunder Punch fueled by hate and disgust at almost losing. Kuja's equally golden eyes were wide with surprise and fear.
A fear justified by his weakness of Electric types, no doubt.
"Kuja, listen! There will be battles that we can win, and ones we can't…" I explained. "As long as you believe you can turn this around, make one last stand for me!"
His fear replaced with determination, Kuja narrowed his eyes and charged up a new energy of his own around his hands and feet. All four parts of himself glowed, alight with a sky blue energy, and like the sky, wind swirled around each part. The wind energy….a Flying move?
Aerial Ace. Its name instantly popped into my mind, despite not knowing this attack.
Kuja struck a pose, almost similar to that of a ninja, before launching into a flip kick at Chespin. The spikey Pokemon gritted its teeth, and swung its godly fist at Kuja the moment the kick made contact with him.
An outwards burst of wind and energy, before another blinding explosion of light and raw power. The difference being, Kuja was flying backwards out of the blast, launching right into me and forcefully knocking me down onto the ground with my best friend in my arms, defeated and unable to battle.
The blast dispersed along with the fog, to reveal an equally battered and bruised Chespin crashed against his masters legs, just as unable to fight as his foe. The match…was a tie.
"This match…does not mean anything, you freak. As I said before, you and that frog are novices. Nothing more, nothing better." He finally spoke up, his face blank, and ice cold, reflecting his heart.
Holding out his Poke Ball, he returned Chespin, and turned around, facing Santalune Forest to the north.
"Get in my way again, and much worse will happen, I guarantee it. That is not a threat, it is a promise."
Matthias left, vanishing into the dense verdant green.
I finally sighed in relief, lying back on the earth with my equally tired Froakie. The sky was pretty blue today…
~~~oOSOo~~~
A/N: There we go!
Quick note, this chapter might be a little messy since it was done on a tablet with unprofessional tools. Plus, the laptop issue will be resolved on Saturday. I will not start writing the next Chapter until it is resolved. Writing on this Android is my back-up plan only.
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