After almost 2 months without an update, here it is! for those who didn't know, I got horribly sick in January for about 2 weeks, and then the rest of the month I just had no motivation to write any stories. I'm back in action now and this story will be updated as per usual. Anyway, this chapter has an optional theme. "Pokemon B2W2 - Battle! VS Rival Silver" you might have to loop it, and it plays when you see (1) and stops when you see (0). LASTLY, there's a bit of swearing towards the end so heads up. Enough talk, hope you enjoy!
Former Friend, Bitter Rival!
Route 19 on any other day of the week is nothing more than a simple path connecting Aspertia City to Floccesy Town that takes maybe 5 minutes tops to traverse provided one sticks along the dirt path laid out in front of them and doesn't deviate into the tall grass or into the forest surrounding them. Today, however, it's no longer a simple connecting route between two towns for Milo and his two companions, Mew and Snivy. Stepping out of the gate that connects the route to his hometown for the last time on his journey, he sees everything here in an entirely different light compared to before. Sure, every wild Pokemon in creation is out and about now, Patrat poking up from the grass, Basculin jumping out of the little pond not far from where he's standing, Pidove and Tranquil flying high overhead, and even a few Deerling graze on the tall grass nearby. Familiar to all heck, yet somehow infinitely different now that he has to physically traverse it to Floccesy Town. He goes to take his first step forwards to truly start his journey when the Super Pokedex in his right pocket suddenly starts vibrating, indicating that it's detected and acknowledged all the Pokemon within his vicinity, something that Bianca had completely failed to mention to him that he knew thanks to his father telling him about it as all the models at the time were just starting to be outfitted with that technology. He won't have to pull it out and scan every last Pokemon he comes across thanks to that, and it's something that he's actually grateful to have as it would piss him off quickly having to individually scan every Pokemon he comes across.
He follows the dirt path, familiar with it right up until he comes to a point where it turns right, which is where he usually meanders from it and heads straight through the forest before coming across the little opening that Mew lives in, but, this time, he continues following it. Speaking of her, she gently floats next to him on his right side, paying attention to his every move and following him without making a single sound. Deep down, she's extremely excited and overjoyed that she's finally being taken out of the dull, boring forest she's been living in for many years on end. While she's well behaved, she has a strong urge to fly around and explore ahead of her friend, something that could net her in trouble should she encounter the wrong crowd. Curious and hopeful, she asks him. "Hey Milo, can I fly ahead and explore? It's kinda boring here and I wanna see what awaits us."
His head looks to his right, gazing into her baby blue iris and pure white pupil. "There could be people ahead. I don't trust them to be friendly towards you so, no, you have to stay close for now."
She puffs her right cheek out a little, showing her disagreement in his choice. "Oh well… Maybe another time." The path is straight forward, the entrance to Floccesy Town not far ahead but far enough that it'll take a little bit. There's nobody here besides him and her, which is perfect because no idiots will bother him or try anything dumb. If there was anyone and they tried that, they'd surely need an ambulance to bring them to a hospital or the like to fix them up. Considering this, he glances down at his bag, watching the Pokeball containing his new friend, Snivy, roll around gently in tune with each step he takes. Knowing that nobody will try to mess with him, he stops, pulls the bag in front of him with his left hand, and using his right hand, grabs the Pokeball and lifts it out. He knows how to make it work, his father taught him that they open if you gently toss them out of your hand and onto the ground or high up in the air, and he does just that.
The Pokeball bounces once and then opens up, a bright blue light darts out of it and a shape starts to materialize in front of him 5 feet away, and after a few seconds, it takes full form and the blue light surrounding them unveils Snivy's first appearance to the world around it. The Pokeball jumps back to him, and he catches it, dropping it back in his bag before crouching down in front of them to get a better look at the grass snake Pokemon in front of him. They stand on two little feet and have a slender body and build, standing about 2 feet tall. Most of its body is green with its underside being cream colored, a yellow stripe runs down the length of its back and tail, and has yellow markings around its large, brown eyes. It has two yellow protrusions coming out of its shoulders that look similar to small wings, but it cannot fly. Their arms are slender, and they have three fingers on their hands, while its tiny feet have no defined toes on them. Lastly, their tail is a large leaf that gently sways back and forth as it turns its head around, looking at its surroundings for a few moments before eventually noticing Milo's presence.
They look into his eyes for a few moments before making a sound that resembles someone snarling in disgust while crossing their arms and turning their head to face away from him at the same time. They're clearly not fond of Milo at all, but that's okay for him because he never cared for first impressions be it from people or Pokemon. In response, he also copies the exact same thing they did to him, but he takes it to another level by spitting on the ground a few inches away from them in the process. This shocks them and they take a couple steps back, looking back at him, unfolding their arms, and their eyes widen slightly at such rudeness. "So, you think you're too cool for someone like me, huh?" he says, flat and monotone to show them just exactly where their place is, and surprisingly, they smile at him and try speaking to him.
"Snivy!" Unfortunately, he hears them exactly how he hears all other Pokemon he's encountered or spent time with. Mew, however, understands what they said, and they float next to him to tell him what they said.
"Snivy said that they agree with what you said."
He allows a tiny smirk to escape his face. "I figured." he holds his left hand out for them to grab onto and without any hesitation, they walk up to him and with their left hand, they grab hold of it, and they look into each other's eyes carefully, an instant friendship being born from the most unlikely of first greetings between the two of them. He reaches down with his right hand, gently petting the top of their head slowly. "Even cool guys like us need proper care and attention, so don't ever act too cool to be healed or cleaned up, got it? You're another friend to me and I'm going to make sure you get the care you deserve." They nod, fully understanding everything he said. "Good." He stops petting them and puts his hands to on his knees, looking at him.
Mew floats over to them, tilting her head slightly while getting a good look at their new friend. Somehow, without even asking them or looking in a specific spot, she knows that Snivy is male, and she lets him know about it. "Hey, I don't know if you know this, but Snivy is male!" she taps her paws together a couple of times. "He's also kinda cute too." Snivy's head turns right towards her at upon hearing her call him "cute" and he gives her a look that's quite nasty. It makes her float a few feet away from him, worried that he might try attacking her. "I-I was only complimenting you…"
He loosens his look up a little, but not completely. "Sni-snivy… ivy-ivy, snivy." and whatever it was that he said made her jump slightly in shock. He snickers in the face of her response to this, and her cheeks start flushing up bright red, highly visible on her fluffy pink fur.
"No! No-no-no-no-no-no-no I'm not! I-I'm not even close to such a thing!" She closes her eyes, puts her paws up to her cheeks and rapidly shakes her head back and forth as she denies whatever this is. "What a vulgar little baby! You need to be taught proper manners!" She points her right paw at him and tries to be assertive. "You listen here young man! I'm a lady with proper morals and I'd never drag myself around acting and behaving that way! You got that!?"
He smiles smugly at her, enjoying her reaction to his teasing. "Sniiiivyyyy." which makes her cheeks puff up tightly and she takes on a frustrated, embarrassed look.
Milo is completely confused on this whole exchange. "What did he say?" and this question is a truck hitting her face first at full speed. She looks at him and her pupils and iris shrink simultaneously. A couple drops of sweat quickly form on her forehead and slowly slide down her side as she scrambles in her mind to think of something to say, nothing coming to her aid sadly. His head tilts slightly to the left, trying to think of what it could be before asking her again. "Mew, what was it?"
She puffs out the air stored in her cheeks, puts her paw down, and drops her head slightly, averting her gaze. "It's… it's really embarrassing." The deep shade of red on her cheeks is more than enough to tell him this. He looks down at Snivy, who has a very smug and dominant expression on his face, giving him a clue as to what he might've possibly said. This prompts his defensive side slightly, and his voice gets deep and intimidating in response to this.
"Yo. Lay off of Mew. I don't want any idiotic funny business between the two of you. Got it, Mr. playa?" Snivy's eyes go as wide as they can and his pupils shrink in response to this, completely caught off-guard and not expecting him to respond like that. His eyes sharpen slightly, and he brings his head slightly closer to him. "Do you understand? No funny business." he simply stares at him silently for a few seconds before sighing and nodding his head in understanding. "Good, now apologize. You're only allowed to be a jerk towards me when applicable. Mew is too nice for that crap, understand?" He watches as the grass snake turns their entire body around to look at her.
"Sni-Snivy… Ivy-sni-Ivy, Sniiivy."
She perks up immediately following this, almost as if whatever embarrassing thing he said was never said to begin with. "I accept your apology. Please, next time, don't say things like that. They're not true at all and I have no interest in such… uhh… outlandish desires and behaviors."
He nods and then turns to Milo. "Sniiiivyyyyy! Sniv-ivy!" He tilts his head at him, confused on what he's saying, and he looks towards her for a translation.
She puts her right paw up to her chin for a moment and then tells him. "I think he said, "Alright, let's get going. I don't want to waste anymore time out here."
"That's a good idea. I like your thinking, little grass dude." This little nickname makes him smile a little. "However, I only want one Pokemon out roaming by my side at a time, and unfortunately, that means you must go back in here." He takes it out of his bag with his right hand holds up his Pokeball, which makes his head and tail droop a little, sad that he must go back there so soon. "I have a feeling you'll be coming out again sooner than you think, so just deal with it for a little, okay?" He nods slowly, understanding his wishes even though he wants to be outside for a little longer. He pushes the button on the center of the Pokeball, and it opens up to cast a red light on Snivy, dematerializing him from the world and bringing him back inside where he'll wait to be called out again. The ball closes and he stands up, looking at it for a few seconds before gently placing it in his bag and standing straight up.
Mew floats up to him and throws herself onto his hat, her entire body perfectly bending around it to keep her in place. "Adventure time! Let's go! Wooo!" he can't help but smirk at her eagerness and energy, and he starts walking down the path once more, getting closer and closer to his destination with each step he takes. However, as he gets closer to the town entrance, he starts hearing someone, someone whose voice he recognizes, and his eyes widen a little. Their voice is annoying and horrible sounding, and while faint, he knows that they're somewhere up ahead, possibly in the forest doing something. He stops dead in his tracks, thinking about what he should do on the off chance they pop out from wherever they are because if they see Mew, they'll most certainly try to take her away from him. She's not too happy about the sudden stop. "Milooo, why'd you stop? We just started moving again!" His left hand comes up and with his finger, he gently pokes her in the stomach, a place she's very ticklish in and it causes her to float up quickly away from it. "N-no! I'm ticklish there!" he looks up at her with a serious look that tells her something is coming, and she might not be allowed to keep flying out in the open when it does.
"Mew, you need to get in the bag for now." he quickly glances ahead, looking down the length of the route to make sure nobody is there before quickly turning his head around over his right shoulder to see if anyone was behind him. Nobody in front or behind, they're still in the clear for now, but if they keep waiting, they won't be. "I know you don't like it there, but trust me, you don't wanna be seen by them."
She tilts her head to the right while floating down to be eye level with him about 2 feet from his face. "Them? Who are they and why do you want me to not meet them?" her cutesy little voice asks, clueless to the person or thing he's talking about.
"You'll know soon enough." he pulls the bag forward with his right hand. "Get in, unless you really want to know as a firsthand witness." His tone is dead serious, and the few times he's spoken to her like that tells her that it's better to not question it and simply do as she's told because it usually plays out to her benefit. She floats over to and drops herself inside, curling up like a little ball with her tail just barely hanging out through the top. He grabs it gently and drops it in and pushes the bag onto his back, hoping deep down that whatever happens from here on out won't result in a bloody conflict. He starts walking forwards once again, his ears attuned to the faint yells and screams of this person that's shrouded in mystery, each step bringing him closer and closer.
Their voice starts getting clear and understandable now, and just up ahead, barely visible in the tall grass is someone's head peeking out from the top. Their face can't be seen from this distance and most of it is covered by the grass, meaning he'll have to get close to properly see them, something he doesn't want to do. While walking, he contemplates making a straight run for it to get past them unnoticed, avoiding any potential conflict that may arise from them noticing his presence. He stops for a brief moment and tries to listen into what's happening. "Use Scratch!" the voice yells, it's another Pokemon Trainer and it appears they're in a battle with a wild Pokemon, trying to train up whatever Pokemon it is they have. He slightly parts his lips and clenches his teeth together, not looking forward to what's coming up as he continues walking.
When two Pokemon Trainers' eyes meet, it's universally decided that they WILL battle, there's no choice in the manner not to. He hates this rule with a passion, wishing he could just punch anyone in the face who sees him and demands a battle simply because he isn't interested in having one. Unfortunately, assaulting someone won't put him in a better position than just sucking it up and having the battle, but he really doesn't want to waste any time in a place that has nothing of interest to him at this moment. He speeds up as he gets closer to them, hoping and praying in his mind that the battle they're in will last long enough for him to get by unnoticed, but unfortunately, this isn't the case. The person walks out of the tall grass with a Pokeball in their right hand, gently tossing it up and down for a moment, immediately noticing Milo who is 20 feet away from him. "Hey, you!" Seeing his face after all these years only reminds him of the annoyance he used to be, though he pretends to not notice. "Hello!? I'm talking to you!"
He can't avoid it. "You talkin' to me?" he shoots at him, cold and monotone.
"Yeah you! The one with the big blue Pokeball bag on his back! You're the only one here so I must be talking to you!" he puts the Pokeball on his belt and places both hands on his hips and leans forwards. "Who else would I be talking to? The trees?"
He slightly angles his body away from him, hiding his bag more on the off-chance Mew picks her head up to see. "What do you want? I'm not interested in petty small talk."
He takes his left hand off his hip, stands straight, and places it on his chin, eyeing him down. "You look like a Pokemon Trainer to me… Are you a Trainer?"
He decides to play stupid. "What if I'm not?"
He looks away and flicks his left hand at him, shoo-ing him away. "Then you can bugger off! I'm looking for another Pokemon Trainer that's worthy of viewing as a rival!" He waggles his finger back and forth. "Not anyone will do, for I, Butch, am a cut above the rest of the Pokemon Trainers around here thanks to the ultra-rare Pokemon that I've hand-raised from an egg!"
He looks away and speaks under his breath, loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to be understood. "No wonder why nobody around here is your rival, you're an arrogant pest."
He doesn't know what he said, but he knows he said something. His left-hand tightens up into a fist. "What was that?"
He flicks his head towards him, looking right into his eyes. "You heard me. Got a problem with it?"
He plays into it, knowing that if he gets mad, it's just going to make him have the upper hand in what he wants to do. He quickly clears his throat and goes back to his original question. "Oh, I don't, but you never answered my question… Are you a Pokemon Trainer? Yes or no."
"I am."
He smirks and lowers his head, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes and darkening them slightly. His left hand reaches up and grabs it, adjusting it slightly to give him a more confident look. "Heh, you look like you've got potential… potential to be beaten by an elite such as myself! I can already tell you have no idea of what you're doing." he grabs the Pokeball off his belt with his right hand and holds it out in front of his body with his right arm fully stretched out. "Tell you what: battle me with whatever crappy common Pokemon you've got so my Pokemon can become stronger, and I'll let you pass without having to give me any prize money." He raises one of his eyebrows, questioning if he'll be in it or not while also standing like a tough guy. "Whaddaya say?"
He doesn't have any means of getting out of it, even if Butch has a face that's oh so very much worthy of having his pale-skinned fist planted deep into it, he's got no other choice. He snarls under his breath. "Fine. If you want to hit the ground hard, then by all means I'm game."
He brings the Pokeball about a foot away from his face. "You hear that, Zorua? You're gonna have actual competition this time to make you stronger!" He looks up and away from it, holding it out straight in front of his body again. "Let's do this!"
(1) He brings his right hand behind shoulder and then throws the Pokeball forwards in front of him towards the ground, it bounces off a couple of times before rolling to a stop 8 feet away from him and opening up. A bright blue light emerges out of it and into the air, looping around before striking the ground and quickly materializing into a quadrupedal being, being unveiled as the light dissipates away. Standing in front of him is Zorua, a Pokemon with red and black accents all over its fur. Its ears are triangular, and it has a large tuft of fur on its head topped off with a red accent. It has blue eyes with red eyelids and a white pupil. Above its eyes, there are red markings in the shape of circles that resemble eyebrows. It has a short muzzle with a pointy black nose. Around its neck is a ring of fluffy fur that's deep black in color and its 4 paws are tipped with red accents. Finally, its tail is short and bushy, colored deep black just like the fur around its neck. They snarl and giggle in a childish way before opening their mouth wide. "Arrrooooo!"
He takes on a smug expression, proud of his rare Pokemon and isn't afraid to flaunt it. "Jealous? You should be! Only an elite Pokemon Trainer is capable of handling and raising such a rowdy, unruly, mischievous Pokemon! Feast your eyes, for you can look all you like but you will never touch!"
"Is that it? A little black fox Pokemon?" He's unimpressed. Sure, Zorua might be rare, but it's not exactly packing the rarity that Mew has on her back and it surely doesn't impress him in terms of what it'll be able to do. He reaches into his bag with his right hand and pulls out the Pokeball containing Snivy, bringing it over his right shoulder before tossing it straight out at the ground. It bounces only once and rolls to a stop much sooner than when Butch threw his Pokeball. It opens up and Snivy materializes once again, only this time, he looks raring and ready to fight.
"Snnnivy-ivvvvyyy!" his voice, regal and wonderful sounding, yells loudly in a show of supremacy and power. His tail whips back and forth a couple of times and he stares into the eyes of his opponent, ready to win his first battle.
Confident that he'll win, Butch decides to give up his turn. "I feel great today, and I had a good training session, so I'll give you the first move instead. Come on, show me what you've got!"
Milo's left hand reaches up and pulls the brim of his hat down over his eyes. He's already won before it even started, his opponent just doesn't know yet and won't know until the final hit lands to decimate him. He points at his Zorua and gives Snivy his first command. "Leer, now!" Snivy nods and closes his eyes for a few moments before opening them, a heavily intimidating and strong gaze coming from them. A massive shine sparks off his pupils and his opponent actually turns their body away from him, slightly afraid of their gaze, but it also has the effect of dropping their defense as well. Having its defense dropped will give him the immediate upper hand even if he doesn't deal damage, because when he starts attacking, he'll be able to out-damage them and make them faint before they can do the same to him.
Butch notices his Zorua backing up. "What the hell are you afraid of!? It's just a stupid grass snake! You can beat this moron, now stand your ground!" he throws his right hand out to his side angrily. "Just for that, you're gonna be in a world of pain! Zorua, use Scratch!" His Zorua takes off running at him, the hidden claws in their paws appearing in the process, preparing to strike and deal damage to their opponent.
Milo simply stares and watches them run towards him, immediately seeing how he can make Snivy avoid the incoming attack. "Dodge when it jumps up."
Butch's left eyebrow rises. "H-huh?" He's confused on how he would know how his Pokemon is going use the move.
"Watch and learn." he watches as Zorua closes the distance to Snivy, and when it's about 3 feet away, it leaps into the air to land its attack on him, but thanks to his command, Snivy runs under them as they're above him and as they fall down towards the ground, they quickly turn around and use "Tackle" all on their own, as if they knew it was the next thing Milo wanted him to do. They rapidly close the gap between him and Zorua, and using the full extent of their body, they ram into them, knocking them over and dealing damage to them.
Butch grits his teeth. "N-no way…!" He turns around and talks to himself quietly. "Dammit, how am I being beaten by a mere newbie!? This is ridiculous!" he spins around to face his opponent. "Zorua, get back over here, now!" They get up after being hit and run over to their trainer, awaiting his next command. He's getting frustrated and starts regretting giving his opponent the first attack when it could've given him the advantage instead.
Milo decides to taunt him a little, to further fuel his frustration. "What's wrong? Backed into a corner with no way out? Surely you have some means of turning this around…" under the brim of his hat, he smirks joyfully, taking amusement in his struggle after hyping himself up to be so good of a trainer.
"S-shut the hell up!" he presses his left fist against his chest, trying to maintain his "cool" nature. "An elite ALWAYS wins! You've just been lucky so far, but now, your luck runs out!" he points at Snivy with his right hand. "Zorua! Use Pursuit!"
He moves his head to the left slightly this time, not saying anything, knowing that his Pokemon will try to avoid the attack when the opportunity presents itself. He watches as Zorua charges at Snivy, running as fast as it can to close the distance between the two of them, and right before it makes contact with the grass snake, they smirk and jump to their right, getting out of their way. Zorua giggles, and in a blinding flash, they cloak themselves in a dark energy and blast off right into Snivy's right side, knocking him over and onto the ground. Milo lifts his head up a little, surprised from that attack managing to land despite his Pokemon dodging it.
Butch notices his slight confusion and chuckles. "See? All out of luck. Pursuit never misses against opponents who dodge on command. Your little dodging trick is useless! Give it up!" His cockiness is getting to him and it can be abused.
He doesn't say anything in response and instead, gives two commands to Snivy. "Leer and Tackle in that order."
Snivy stands up, quite annoyed with the somewhat cheap hit, but he follows the commands. He uses Leer, and once again with a nasty, sparking gaze, he intimidates Butch''s Zorua, dropping its defense down by another level, effectively making it half its normal amount. The moment he's finished, he takes off running at them and just like before, smashes their body into them and instead of knocking them over, this time, they're sent flying into the air briefly and land on their back, not moving. The attack was quite a hefty hit and with half defense, surely the battle was nearly over.
"Zorua! No!" He can only stare in disbelief that it had fainted, when suddenly, it slowly struggles to stand up. He sighs, relieved that he's still in it, but his Pokemon is nearly defeated and there's no way he can win now. He growls and grits his teeth harder this time, anger and frustration taking center stage on his face, but his anger leaves him open to attack and Milo gladly takes it.
"End this pathetic battle." Snivy nods happily and with one last decisive blow from "Tackle", Zorua is knocked out and unable to fight. (0)
"W-wha!? N-No way! This cannot be happening! Did I seriously lose?" he stands there with his mouth wide open, unable to comprehend his loss. "This should not have happened… I'm an elite Pokemon Trainer! Nobody can beat me and my Zorua!" He drops to his knees and stares at the ground, quite devastated by the loss.
He pulls his Pokeball out and calls Snivy back into it before responding. "We just did, now can it and let me pass." he puts the Pokeball back into his bag and starts walking, going past him without batting an eye nor caring to get prize money from him. As he walks past, his opponent manages to put aside the crushing defeat and instead, stands up and runs in front of him to stop him, blocking his way. He's not too happy about that. "What now? I beat your stupid Pokemon, now get out of my way."
"Stupid? What do you know about MY Pokemon!? I could've beaten you if I really tried! Zorua is the strongest Pokemon around!" his arrogance knows no bounds.
He tilts his head to the right slightly, not believing him. "Oh really, then how come you fought with absolutely no strategy in mind, just using attacking moves over and over?" he puts his face closer to him. "If you're this so-called "elite" Pokemon Trainer that you claim yourself to be, what kind of strategy is it to only use attacking moves?"
He puts his face closer to his too. "Who are you to tell me what strategy I should use? You know NOTHING about Pokemon battles, NOTHING! You're an absolute nobody!"
He pushes his face into his, making him take a couple steps back forcibly. "A NOBODY wouldn't have defeated you in that battle. A nobody wouldn't even have a Pokemon. Better yet, a nobody wouldn't have jack SHIT." he pushes him to the side with his left hand forcibly. "Now move aside, I've got places to be.
He immediately stands in front of him again and holds his arms out, not moving an inch despite putting himself at the risk of being slugged in the face. "NOT. HAPPENING." he looks into the face of his brand-new rival, someone who he doesn't look at as someone to match up against, instead, he's someone who he bitterly hates with every fiber of his being. His eyebrows lower themselves and his intense eyes sharpen further. "I demand to know your name. I want to know every last letter of your name so I may etch it into every corner of my mind to use it as a punching bag to become stronger with my Pokemon so that the next time we meet, it'll be ME with a smug smile on his face."
"You really want to know? I'm surprised you haven't figured out who I am yet." He shrugs both of his shoulders. "Very well, it's Milo. M. i. l. o. Hopefully you understood that, I'm not repeating myself."
His eyes shoot wide open, he recognizes this name instantly and all the memories come flooding back to him. Yes, Milo was a friend of his from when they were both still in Pokemon Trainer School over 5 years ago. In fact, he was his best friend, but when his father died, he slowly began to drift away from him until he stopped talking to him altogether and then flunked out of Trainer School. Ever since then, he hasn't heard anything from him and most of his memories involving him slipped his mind, until now. His face scrunches up with immense anger, he's not letting this go for as long as he lives. "Milo… no… NO... you… YOU… You smug piece of-"
"I don't have time for this crap, get out of my damn way." he pushes past him through sheer force and he lets him go, but he's not done and yells at him as he walks towards the entrance of Floccesy Town.
"You… how dare you! Over 5 years of silence and THIS is how you greet an old friend!? Where the hell are your manners!?" he runs after him and walks alongside him. He's being ignored and waves his left hand in front of his face. "HELLLOOO? I'm talking to you! Do you have Muk in your fucking ears?
Suddenly, with absolutely no warning to his actions, he's grabbed by the collar of his shirt and lifted clean off the ground by a foot. His face is brought close to his and with a deep, fed up, and intimidating tone, he warns him. "Fuck off. That shit happened 6 fucking years ago. Unless you want to have a Ditto for a face, I suggest taking my advice. Grow up and move on. Now get the fuck out of my way and STAY out of my way, got it?" He nods rapidly up and down to show he understands while making little nervous noises in response, scared out of his mind. He's released from his grip and barely avoided a situation that could've turned extremely violent and bloody in an instant if he had done something stupid, and he falls to the ground on his knees, rubbing his neck as his shirt had chaffed the skin there and irritated it, watching him walk away.
He rubs for a few seconds before standing up. "I see how it is. You beat your former friend in a battle and don't have the audacity to congratulate him on becoming a trainer or show any respect to him for trying to put up a good fight." His right hand tightens into a hard fist and he brings it up in front of his face, shaking it slightly before facing his direction. "Enjoy your little victory you bastard, for this is the first and last time I lose to you. I will do whatever it takes to wipe the floor with your ass the next time we meet." he starts yelling at the top of his lungs. "DO YOU HEAR ME MILO!? YOU'RE NEVER WINNING AGAINST ME EVER AGAIN!"
He keeps walking, finally going through the gate to Floccesy Town after what feels like an eternity. His eyes momentarily shift to his right and he makes one last remark at his rival before focusing on his new surroundings. "Dick."
Next chapter will come next week! Hope you enjoyed and I'll seeya then!
