Chapter 10: Training and Growing up
"How did you get expelled?" snarled his mother.
"I-I-I…" Wes stammered.
"Stop. Why is your hand so dirty?" asked his father.
"It's ju-just…" his voice trailed off as his father saw the love poem copied down on his hand.
"YOU SHOWED THIS TO YOUR TEACHER!"
"No-no…I…"
"Get out! Come back when you get some sense drilled into you!" screamed his parents, pushing him out of the house and slamming and licking the door in his face. On the door, there was a poster pasted recently by someone whom he had a rough idea of which stated, "Do onto others as you want others to do onto you".
Wes glared at it. He glared at everything. He did not know how to live by himself. He thought that the first step was to get his very own Pokemon. Resigned, he sat at his doorstep and waited for his speeder.
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A few days passed. Wes lived solely off scraps from the bin. His parents simply ignored him and left him on the doorstep to rot.
Thankfully, his speeder arrived. He immediately zoomed off in search on Pokemon, careful to put on a certain pair of Betaspecs which was in his repaired speeder.
In the distance, two Pokemon could be seen being trained by their owner.
"Espeon, Psychic!" cried the owner, trying to train Espeon on the other Pokemon, Umbreon.
As Wes sped past, his temptation grew and he stuck out his hands and grabbed Umbreon and Espeon by their tails.
The angry Umbreon and Espeon started Faint Attack-ing and Psychic-ing him respectively. Although Wes was horribly mentally harmed, Betaspecs enabled him to see the road in front of him and he continued driving.
Once he thought that they were far enough from Espeon and Umbreon's real owner, he stopped. He then got out of his speeder, Espeon and Umbreon held in an undignified manner by their tails. Upon noticing the annoyed looks on their faces, he dropped them immediately.
"Sorry, sorry. I was desparate," admitted Wes.
"Desparate git," Espeon told Umbreon through telepathy, while licking its sore tail.
"I know," replied Umbreon.
"But he's got the nerve," Espeon remarked.
"I know. Our owner is definitely not so brave."
"Ex-owner. Anyway, let's stick with him for a while; he looks like a potentially good trainer."
"Once we get really powerful, we will just torture him mentally, maybe physically."
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2 Years Later.
So, Wes trained his Pokemon, day after day, after day. Soon, they shared a strong bond, or so Wes thinks. Espeon and Umbreon still shared the same plan two years ago.
Over the past two years, Wes won a lot of battles and got a lot of cash. He soon rented a small house in a small village and became very famous. Villagers worshipped him.
Wes lay down on his big, fluffy, Flaffy-print bed. He was just about to eat his Ditto-like purple jelly when the doorbell rang.
Grumbling to himself, he opened the door. He inhaled deeply when he saw his biggest crush at his doorstep.
"You…You came for me?" asked Wes dreamily.
"The people told me you lived here. Uhm…you fell out with your family?"
Wes nodded glumly.
"Okaaaaay…I'm on a mission to rescue some…Aish Katcheng or something…from the Institute of Mental Health…He his held up together with some friends by some…Sifer…" she said uncertainly, memorising the quest her teacher had given her.
Wes looked thoroughly disappointed that she had not come for him. Instead, she came to rescue some Aish Katcheng person.
"Uhm. You expertised in snagging last time. So…I was wondering if…you…could help me?" asked Rui with innocent puppy-dog eyes.
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Okay. There. Another chapter done! Um. I know it's a bit lame, but I don't own Pokemon Colosseum. Sorry! Please Review!
