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Hey guys, sorry for not updating in what seemes like...a year...oh boy (sweat-drops) That doesn't sound good does it? lol. Well, don't worry, just because I wasn't updating doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about this story a lot! I had a dream about it the other week :3

And that's all the changes I made that I could think, I just wanted to let you guys know so if you look back or read in the future and you get confused. Now, moving on to the Terms used in this chapter!

Contact Plaza: Amity Square

Yosuga City: Hearthome City

And that's all I think I mentioned! If I missed any, please let me know! Well, I won't keep you waiting any longer, here's chapter 4 of Model Behavior! hehe I made it long for you!

I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ITS CHARACTERS!


"Let's just have fun with Shinji for a bit, alright Paris?" I giggled as I turned around, my hair naturally flipping over my shoulders.

"H-Hikari-chan! You're not-!" Paris cried out, shocked as she suddenly realized my intentions. I turned back to her, smirking. The thing was...yes. Yes I was.

"Shinji!" I called out to him as I approached the said trainer, a warm yet seductive smile on my my smile was a bit much but I didn't think about it at the time. All I had on my mind at that moment was to put Shinji in his place and finally put this nonsense behind me. After all, if I can't get through Shinji's rough exterior with sheer aggression then I have no choice but to resort to other means! However, that doesn't mean that I will be proud after I am finished...

Making my way towards Shinji, I could tell already he was preoccupied with various other crew members. Regardless, I kept my predatory gaze as I snatched a red bikini off a nearby rack and headed towards my prey. Time must have been on my side when Shinji was finally alone by himself when I reached him, completely isolated from the rest of the people in the studio. Perfect.

"Shinji," Again, I called out to him. His dark eyes met mine as I stopped in front of him, smiling. A soft glimmer sparkled in my eyes in pure innocence. Shinji, on the other hand, just stared at me. He gave me the look of hell. The cold eye. A genuine, harsh glare. It wasn't a pleasant look.

"What now?" He seemed to spat at me in a low voice, probably so that no bystanders would hear. Of course, I could see why. He wouldn't want to look like the bad guy in front of everyone. Jerk.

"I just want to say I'm sorry for how I've been acting recently," I said in an apologetic yet innocent tone as I twirled my hair with my index finger, pouting my lip. I moved closer towards Shinji, looking completely willing and vulnerable.

"And that maybe we both should just act like the adults we are and finish this as soon as we can." I hinted towards him in such a suggestive whisper that chills would be sent down any man's spine when heard. After all, my seductive stare was enough to make any man melt to my whim.

Well, any man but Shinji. All he did was glare me at, seeing right past my sweetness. A shiver went down my spine as I realized my utter failure at seduction. For once.

"What are you getting at, troublesome slut?" He glowered at me with narrow eyes, his own orbs piercing with a fierce hatred that was mingled with bitter annoyance. "You seriously think you're believable right now?"

Crap! He saw through my sexy facade after all! That takes a lot of skill. I'll give him credit. The man must be as smart as he is handsome. Looks like I'll have to skip a few steps and cut to the chase already.

"Alright," I sighed, or purred, however one would like to call the cute noise I made. Snapping my fingers gracefully in the air, many dresser came fleeting to my side with that infamous white towel. Shinji went to leave but I guess his hormones made him second guess himself as he watched me hand the red bikini to an assistant.

A rare sight! Shinji actually blushed as he watched what was going on behind the towel that separated himself from me. I did my best to retain a blush as well. Maybe I was starting to rethink this little ploy of mine. After all, voluntarily getting dressed in front of Shinji wasn't exactly how I pictured this morning to go. It makes me wonder where my genuine modesty as a woman went to all these years. Sigh.

"I can tell you don't want to model with me," I began, felling my bottoms slip off and the one dresser who did so walked away with the small article of clothing with them. Shinji's eyes trailed along with the dresser and bikini bottom's, his mouth dry before slowly turning towards me, myself 'oblivious'.

"But Shinji," The way I said his name suggestively sent chills down his spine as he stood still. I felt my bikini top loose and fall off my torso. A sweet smile graced my lips.

"I could help you with your problem." I said towards him, "I promise." I tilted my head to the side cutely.

"You know, you don't have to do this Shinji, you don't have to model with me." I began as I took a step closer; and this time, the dressers did not move along with me, so I pressed against the towel. The towel, the only thing keeping my modesty from Shinji, left everything to the poor trainer's imagination.

Let's hope he has a big one.

"You may not be aware of this Shinji, but I'm very rich." I reassured the man. Shinji kept focusing on my figure, my lips, and my figure. But it didn't matter if he was checking me out or not. Right now, he was putty in my hands!

"And I can so easily pay whatever amount you need to challenge Shirona-sama. Don't you think that it would be a splendid idea if I just gave you a nice check for 900million pokeyen right now and be done?" I purred almost into his ear, I could feel the man stuttered with his lips. "What…" He began, I smiled victoriously. It may seem like a huge stretch, giving away an entire paycheck, but it's better than putting up with this nonsense!

"Just…think about it okay?" I purred once more as I felt my red bikini bottom and top being placed upon me delicately, Shinji's eyes fixated on the dressers' movements. And as quickly as they came, the dresser as well as the white towel disappeared and I was left standing there, arms on my hips along with my red-string bikini.

Again, Shinji got a full view of my hard abs, well toned skin. However, he was quick to snap himself back in control.

"You're bribing me now?" Shinji's tone suddenly turned angry.

"Bribing you? No Shinji, of course not!" I pouted, "What makes you think that? I'm just trying to help you."

He closed the gap between us, towering over me with harsh eyes. "I don't take bribes. And I never take the easy route out." His voice was menacing, oh my, he was so pissed. I don't know why, but I suddenly became very annoyed with Shinji!

"I know you never take the easy way out, remember?"My tone was harsh as I stared up into his eyes, equaling his death glare. "The way you treat your pokemon shows that clearly!" I hissed towards him, the venom in my voice thick with disdain.

Shinji merely growled under his lip, I continued.

"Look, you only want this for the money and I'm offering this to you. Take it or leave it." I offered again, cutting out the sugar and spice from before, serving it to him raw. I don't care anymore. I just want this done! I want Shinji gone. I want him dead. I want him out of my life!

Shinji stared at me, taking a step back as he seemed to ponder my offer. And then, not even a minute later, he flicked my brow.

"Ouch! What the hell-!" I began to whine out, but his words broke my complaints.

"Sorry, but I don't take cash from whores." He smirked, seemingly satisfied with his clever remark. My jaw dropped in front of him as I felt the blood boil under my skin. Whore? Whore? A small snap twitched inside my head.

"Oh, so I'm a whore now?" I screamed towards him in harsh whispers, keeping our argument out of the ears of nosy ease-droppers. "What ever happened to slut?"

Shinji smirked again, "Oh, so you prefer being call a slut?"

A vein popped out of my head. It was too late now to mind my "steady" composure. My rage clearly blinded my senses.

"Of course not!" My voice was sharp with anger, "I don't appreciate you're attitude towards me! It's almost like you never changed from your childhood!"

The fierce look he gave me was very different from any other glare of his. It was bitter, extremely bitter. As if I had sincerely insulted him. For a brief second, I bit my lip in hesitance.

"You know nothing about me or how I had changed." He growled, but then he smirked. "You, however, seem to have grown to showing off your body for promotion." The look on his face was smug. Dangerously smug.

I scoffed at him as I felt the sensation to slap him burn within my twitching hand. My glare deepened. "You're a pervert for thinking that way!" I huffed, placing my hands on my hips.

Again, the two of an us fell into a meaningless, and hopeless, argument. The tension between us was thick, as well as the electricity between our gazes, and oh dear, I hope no one stopped to watch.

"And another thing," I added harshly, oh ho, my anger was at its peak. "If you though it was so disgusting, explain the tent in your pants right now." I pointed downward to the man's obvious erection and, dear Arceus, I blushed and turned away.

Shinji was oblivious at first to what brought such a color to my cheeks but upon realizing his "situation", he too turned a little pink.

There were no words to express the amount of awkwardness in that situation. For once in my career, I left an argument unsettled and scurried over to Paris's safe company.

Wordlessly, Paris watched me as she sipped her tea as I sat down next to her. Not a peep escaped my lips. My stylist friend didn't even have to ask to realize what bothered me. She simply took another sip,"I tried to stop you.".

I, however, said nothing. My pink face by now was a sweet, flushed red. Of all the dirty things I had done in my life, not one of them was bring someone from my past to the state of arousal. Especially someone I knew since I was a kid!

"My goodness Hikari-chan, your acting like you've never seen an erection before." Paris giggled. I sweat-dropped as I gave off a nervous smile. I had indeed seen an erection before, plenty enough to last me a lifetime, but never did I think I would see Shinji's! Brought upon by me nonetheless!

Paris giggled, "Well, that just goes to show to be professional here towards Shinji-sama and to stop playing these childish games. You still have to work you know." Her voice became stern, reminding me of my duties.

I sighed before checking the time on my cell, "I only have an hour anyway before I have to leave. You know how booked I am today" I stood up from my seat, "And I plan to get this done as soon as possible."

"Good," Paris began, "Then I'll fetch your petals." She stood up as well, brushed her flowing teal skirt to fetch the said item. Once again, I became frigid.

This painful reality was only getting worse, and something had to be done to settle this quickly. The longer the shoot takes to complete, the worse I look as a model. And Shinji is making this meticulously difficult, even for someone of my standards. I can't believe how terrible he is making me look...

And then it dawned on me that very moment as Paris came back with the bra petals for my chest.

Even though it is not the case, I appear as the flawed model here. Keiko, the crew, the photographer, the makeup artists, everyone expects for me to guide Shinji. They expect him to falter but there is no excuses for my performance. All because of Shinji's lack of respect and character! This will all fall on me and inevitably...harm my career. Why...how...could someone do this to me? Was he trying to make my life a living hell?

I gasped. He is doing this on purpose!

Heat swelled within my veins as my eyes landed on Shinji across the room, being his completely ignorant and arrogant self. Was this a scheme? A lesson on my behalf to show I was weak and he, as the potential Champion of Sinnoh, was superior? To throw in my face that modeling was a joke?

My fierce eyes flamed as I clenched my fist. The sudden idea of my life decisions being turned into a mockery just made me so mad! The gloves finally are coming off.


"Shinji!" I called out towards the man again, walking over to the trainer. Just by the way he rolled his eyes towards me, there was no denying he was annoyed by my presence. I don't care. I don't care that he didn't care about me. And frankly, I don't think he cared that I didn't care. This was all shown through the not so friendly glare we matched.

"Do you think this is all a joke? Modeling and what not." Placing my hands on my hips, my eyes were stone cold. Rarely in my life had I ever gave someone such a terrible attitude- as I was always known as the bright and sunny celebrity- but thankfully no one was around to witness my encounter with Shinji. They all must be on lunch break or something. Speaking of lunch, my stomach is growling but I can't focus on food right now. Anytime but now!

"Well? Answer me!" I dared to poke his firm pecs which led to the discovery that the man really did possess the body of a god. He was amazingly built, hard, yet still incredibly soft and warm. The moment would have been sensual if Shinji didn't swat my hand away in annoyance.

He smirked and did nothing else. There was no verbal bitter remark but I could tell by his expression that he was clearly amused. My teeth clenched tightly together in annoyance.

"Are you purposefully making me look bad?"

"I believe you are the one who is making yourself look bad, troublesome woman." He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. I glowered at him violently.

"You really are the hardest job I had to ever work with!" I huffed, crossing my arms as well.

Shinji chuckled at this remark but then I added coyly, "And I mean the hardest job." I giggled as I referenced to the day's earliest 'incident' and Shinji's death glare snapped towards me, the line of his nose a light pink. It was easy to tell he was trying to hide his embarrassment as he forced himself to appear angry. Although I hated to admit it, I found it quite cute.

However! That doesn't mean that I am sick of him! Why do I, out of all the people in the world, have to put up with this man? And why am I the only one who doesn't see how awful he is or how rudely he treats me? Shinji seems to be forgetting that I'm an adult now, not the little girl who used to run around contest halls! If only I could make this more clear to him that I held the influence!

And then, the idea came to me. A wicked smile graced my lips as I took a step back from Shinji, smirking. I'd have to apologize to the man later. Or maybe not. I know Paris will hate me for this, but that's nothing a little shopping spree on my behalf won't fix.

It's time for Shinji's ultimate punishment. It's time for everyone in the studio to see him as the rotten man he truly was.

"Actually," I sighed, lightening up my appearance. "Let's just stop this nonsense. Start over." I reached out my hand to the trainer in a friendly gesture, "I don't want to fight anymore." Shinji stared at my hand as if it had green slime oozing out of my pores. I think my mature approach took him by surprise. Nevertheless, I was extremely pleased when he slowly took it in my own. Again, his palm was pleasantly warm. Tingles were sent through my entire body and a faint blush crept through once more. For a split second, I regretted what I was about to do.

But only for a split second.

With his hand firmly in mine, I moved closer to him before "falling forward" into the trainer. Shinji fell into my trap. Without a thought, he quickly caught me with his free hand and steadied my body as I was once again back on my feet. However, in the midst of the stunt, I managed to keep his hand in my own and bring it to...my left breast.

An awkward silence swarmed into the studio. It was awkward for Shinji. Heck, it was awkward for me. Perhaps this wasn't the best approach after all. The feeling of his hand on such an intimate place on my body was enough to make me hot. Guilty, I did everything in my power from blushing and ignoring such a good feeling.

My eyes met Shinji in shock. Just as I would if this was all a complete "accident". The man was too shocked to say anything, do anything. All he could manage was to stare at his hand still firmly placed on my breast. I wonder what was going through his mind right now? He was just like a deer stuck in the headlights and right now, I was driving the 18-wheeler.

There was no way he was going to win this one.

"Shinji!" I screamed as I shoved his hand away, taking a step back in disgust. "What is wrong with you?" My eyes were panicked and my voice was well beyond a whisper. I wanted to make sure that everyone in the studio heard me. And trust me, they did. All eyes were on both Shinji and I at this moment. Perfect.

"What the hell!" Shinji, finally snapping back to his sense, unleashed his fury. "What did you just do?"

"Pervert!" Another cry escaped me as I was quick to cover my chest and turn away from him. "You're a pervert!" A few fake tears rolled down my cheeks and I applauded myself. This was all going way too well.

"What's going on here?"Keiko rushed over, her faced filled with worry and concern. Along with her, the photographer, makeup artists, Paris, and everyone else hurried over as well. A whole scene had formed. Just as I had planned.

Paris was quick to come to my side, suspicious. "What have you done this time?" She whispered into my ear angrily. I couldn't help but giggle victoriously before throwing myself back into my little act.

"Never in my whole career had I been treated in such a way!" I cried as I flew myself into Paris's arms. My friend went along with it, patting my back. A little bit too hard...

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" Shinji was pissed. He was really pissed. Everyone in the studio, of course, sided with me. A few even sent harsh glares towards Shinji. His case, right now, was weak. After all, how could he win against me when I'm practically sobbing in someone's arms?

"Hikari-san, what happened?" Keiko comforted as she came to me side. Of course she would side me with as well. Of course she would.

"I-I was just checking and trying to come to turns with Shinji but I guess all he wanted from me was a good grab!" I sobbed, glancing at Shinji with an evil twinkle in my eyes. Shinji stared at me in disbelief. He must of finally realized that what had just occurred was no accident.

"H-He what?" Keiko was flabbergasted as she looked over at Shinji.

"Nothing happened!" Shinji was angry, glaring at me.

"O-Oh? Grabbing my breast is nothing wrong?" I screamed in horror, "I've never worked with someone so unprofessional!" My face was full of anger and agonized. And now for the grand finale!

I marched away from the scene, grabbing my bags and coat in the process. I didn't even bother getting dressed in my clothes; I just threw my jacket over the bikini and slipped on my shoes.

"Hikari-san, where are you going? We still have to shoot the topless scene!" Keiko cried out as she chased after me. Shinji seemed to choke on his own saliva after hearing this. Oh, looks like he didn't get that memo after all.

"I-I can't work any longer today, not after that incident! My schedule's booked, I told you that." I said as I threw my purse over my shoulder and throwing my sunglasses over my eyes.

"But you will come back, right?" She asked in a panic, "We'll deduct Shinji-sama's pay if it'll bring you back."

Wait. Huh? Hold up, rewind, and pause! That caught my attention as I looked over at her, my eyes shocked. Good thing I was wearing sunglasses.

I glanced over at Shinji, and he seemed to have heard her words as well. Because right now he was giving me the dirtiest, deadliest death glare ever. His teeth were clenched, and it looked like he was about to burst any second. All I wanted was to cause a little drama and put the man in his place, not deduct his pay. That was the desire of a bitch, not me.

But...then again, did I really care about Shinji? His pay? I mean, it's not mine after all.

"Please," I began, "Money is cold. Let him keep it."

I left the studio that day surprising not only myself, but Shinji as well.


"Oh Arceus, that was priceless!" I laughed as I threw my head back against the limo's backseat. Paris sat there, her arms folded.

"That was dirty trick Hikari-chan." She scolded as she gave me a harsh look, "You're becoming a real hypocrite."

"Huh?" My head snapped up. Hypocrite?

She sighed as she looked at me with honest eyes, "You said you wouldn't 'mingle' personal ties with the shoot and yet you did. You purposely made Shinji look bad..."

"No I didn't! He is ruining this shoot for me! If he would just listen-!"

"Hikari-chan! If you would stop feeding him a negative responsive, he wouldn't be acting so badly! Trust me, I've seen this!" She scolded me, her arms crossed. "It's just like a pokemon contest; you get what you give in your efforts."

I paled a little. "I gave up on contests." I folded my arms. "And I modeling is now my dream, I know what I'm doing. Besides," My voice became angry as I tried to hold back tears, "I'm putting forth a lot of effort into this shoot, like I always had! If you go and say that I'm slacking off-!" I stopped myself as I tried to restrain my anger; I don't want to take this out on her. All these bottled up emotions…

She just looked at me apologetic before sighing.

"Fine," She said, "Just don't do anything like that again." She had given up as I smiled at her. I knew Paris wasn't mad at me, she was just frustrated. And of course, why wouldn't she be.

This whole situation is!

"No nee-" Before I could even respond to her remark with my infamous 'No need to worry!' catchphrase, my cell phone ran off.

I stuck my finger out at Paris, signaling her to hold on for a moment as I dug through my bag. After rummaging through my belongings, I finally got a hold of my phone.

1 New Text Message.

I tilted my head to the side curiously. It was a number I was very unfamiliar with, and this was strange. No one ever called my cell unless I had given it out ( and I only give it out to trusted people. You don't how many times I had to change numbers because of crazed fans!) and I don't remember giving it out to anyone recently.

I gulped. Looks like I'll have to change my number again for the sixth time this season!

Sighing, I popped open the text message and...

-You want to mess with me? Well fine. No one will get in my way of Champion, not even a troublesome slut like you. So game on bitch, game on.

"Something the matter, Hikari-chan?" Paris worried expression asked as she noticed my pale complexion and wide eyes.

"Shinji..." I muttered to myself as I processed the text out loud. So it was him, I didn't need to think twice about brow furrowed as I snapped the phone shut, my expression agitated.

"Paris, start worrying." I sighed as I clutched my phone tight in my grip. Her eyes blinked at me, confused. All I did was chuckled as I rested my elbow on the limo's window, chin in hand.

"Because this has just got...very very interesting."

"Oh god." Paris exasperated as she sunk into her seat, massaging her temples.

All I did was giggle.


"Fabulous! You look darling!' The photographer crooned as I gracefully ran my fingers through my hair, the camera dazzling and flashing like millions of stars.

A model's work is never done. And when you're as busy as I am, you're lucky enough to just sit down!

Soon after I left this morning's shoot and dropped Paris off at a Pokemon Fashion Show, I had to rush over to another photo shoot for Grace Magazine, one of the most famous fashion magazines in the world.

It is every girl's dream to be on the cover just once; I have been on the cover over twenty times in the past few years. My first cover was when I was just 16 years old, something unheard of back then for a model my age, but I've done it. They must have seen something in me that wasn't there when I coordinated. In fact, the magazine loved me so much, that they offered me another cover, an interview, and my own personal spread!It was a whole issue dedicated to me!

Being my issue, I had a personal say in everything. For weeks I hand-picked the models I wanted to be in the issue, what outfits they wore, and what poses they posed. Also, pages upon pages dedicated to my own personal style, from my own makeup tips to hair care to, yes, even lingerie advice!

It was all very stressful, yes, but what isn't in my life? It's only the sheer gratification that I would receive and the honest fruits of my labors that keep me going, and for that, I am thankful.

"Now, tilt your head to the side." The photographer instructed as I did so, receiving delight from the on looking crew members. I smiled at this, finally, modeling without Shinji!

Is it just me, or is it so much better?

Unlike the photo shoot with Shinji (bleh), this one was held outdoors. And not just outdoors, but in Contact Plaza, the garden/park located in the northern area of Yosuga City.

Contact Plaza is where trainers, coordinators, and basically regular pokemon owners come to walk and spend with their pokemon, admiring the huge sparkling fountain in the center of the gardens, the ancient relics of Dialga and Palkia, and for today…me.

I hated to admit it, but yes, half the park's occupants where here today especially for me. Preferably to watch me during the photo shoot. To get an autograph. To meet me. That sort of thing. Back in the day, I would have been so embarrassed and taken aback by such attention, but now, I'm just used to it.

However, that doesn't mean that I hate it or anything.

"You're flawless, Hikari!" The photographer shouted in delight as the many cameras flashed blindly towards my figure, which was standing in a beautiful rose garden, twirling around happily in a short white strapless sundress. The wind began to blow, causing my pleated skirt to blow against my slender legs, and as I soon felt the wind hit my head, I grasped the white sunhat, giggling as its blue silk ribbon tickled my face.

"Beautiful!" Again, more and more camera flashes. I smiled again as I posed cutely, winking towards the camera. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see my many admirers stare at me in awe from behind a well-secured fence, mingled with the best security one could afford. My heart warmed at the sight of the number of people.

Despite the many downsides to modeling, like always keeping a gorgeous figure, the crazy paparazzi, or unfavorable jobs, in the end it was all worth it. Seeing the fans, it really does make all these efforts worthwhile.

"I think I might need a touch of makeup," I spoke out towards the crew as the photographer nodded in agreement, signifying for the makeup artists to swarm around my delicate face. As I stood there being pampered, I looked out of the corner of my eye again to see my pokemon happily enjoying the outdoors, playing with each other, and loving the fact that they got to come to work with me today.

I giggled.

"Alright, that's enough." I told the woman who finished the gloss of my lips, and as soon as she left the shoot, I had a great idea.

"Um, Haru-san!" I called for my creative director, who came fleeting towards me happily, "May I have the next set of frames with my pokemon, it'll bring a good image for the magazine."

Haru-san appeared thrilled, "Oh, sure! We could use the last of the film on them!" He clapped his hands to my pokemons' caretakers whom I hired, and they nodded, releasing my pokemon to me.

In what seemed like a rush, not even a second to catch myself, Pachirisu jumped on top of my floppy white hat, twirled around in a circle, and slept cutely against its fuzzy tail. Smiling contently, I giggled towards the camera as more blinding flashes took place. I could hear the awes of the crowds tickle against my ears. A genuine grin graced my lips.

But as soon as the first few frames have been shot, Pachirisu woke up from its ten second slumber, looked around, and begun to dance around my hat like the sugar-crazed baby of mine that I knew it was.

"Ahh, be careful!" I was quick to shriek as Pachirisu pranced onto the floppy portion of the hat, loosing its balance, and falling…right into my quick arms. Pachirisu squirmed in my hold, "S-Stay still!" I tried to soothe the poor pokemon, but alas…the inevitable…

Blue shocks shrilled down my spine as my hair stood up in a large fro, my brow twitching from the aftershock; I could also hear the giggles mingled with laughter now in the crowds…

Oh well, laugh at yourself and have fun. Live by those rules, and you're golden.

"GAH! HIKARI-SAMA!" The whole crew cried out in alarm, despite the fact that I was very used to this by now. I sweat-dropped, hey, I couldn't make everyone call me –san, can I? Besides, after the many years with the company, and after the whole Shinji-fiasco, I needed to be called –sama.

It felt good.

"E-Eh…no need to worry." I muttered hopelessly as the stylists rushed towards me, taking my baby away from my arms and quickly fixing my appearance. As they took Pachirisu away from me, I looked over to it and smiled, acknowledging that it'll be receiving a great deal of pokefood due to the inconvenience.

Once I was restored to my former glory, if not better, I waved over to Lopunny and beckoned the rabbit pokemon over. Once it bounced over to me, and after we nodded to each other, we both playfully began to pose fashionably to the cameras, much to the photographer's delight.

"So Cute, Hikari-sama!" They all crooned with delight. Lopunny smiled, out of all my pokemon, I think it loved fashion the most!

"We love you Hikari-sama!" The onlookers cheered for me, I tried my best to hide a blush as Lopunny snickered. I patted its head before it bounced away, before I wiggled my finger for Ambipom.

It smiled as it hopped towards me, and then we began posing. Ambipom made a heart-shape with its hands and I stuck my torso through, my hands spread out like a plane as I smile, the wind blowing delicately against my hair. After a couple more shots, Ambipom was replaced with Empoleon, who calmly approached me.

"Empoleon," I smiled warmly to my huge penguin Pokemon. Empoleon smiled towards me as we poised side by side. The shots were amazing between us and we would have received if a few more good ones if…an apple didn't roll onto the set and Swinub came charging after it.

I giggled at my small pig pokemon as it snuffled up the red fruit in one gulp, just like its mother! Along with an Swinub, I also once owned a Mamoswine as well but…

It became too difficult for me to control. I, of course, couldn't keep it within a city! It would always be charging or busting down a wall or something! I swear, I don't know how much pokeyen I had to spend on public damages! So…I had to leave it with Professor Rowan, and upon recently, it had given birth to a baby Swinub, which I happily took care off.

"What exactly are you going to do once it evolves?"

"Please, Nozomi-chan. I don't think this little darling will evolve anytime soon..."

"But what will you do when soon is now?"

My whole body tensed at the memory. Holding this little Swinub in my arms, still a baby, my muscles tightened.

"Alright, altogether now!" Haru-san announced as all my pokemon joined around, myself poising along with them as the cameras snapped and flashed I snapped back to my senses, allowing my white smile to glisten in each and every frame.

Like I said before, my best shots….are with my pokemon.


"That was a wonderful and very productive day everyone!" Haru-san declared to his crew as the shoot ended, much to the bustling group of fans dismay. The crew began their daily routine of packing up various technologies and equipment a Haru-san approached me, thanking me for posing for the magazine and taking charge of the issue.

"Oh, no worries!" I smiled, "I was glad to do it!" He smiled towards me as well, thanking me over and over again with many bows.

"By the way, I informed your publicist about your interview." Haru-san began, "We decided to instead of a written article, to have it promoted on Matsu-sama's wildly popular talk show!Everyone at the company thought it would be a great idea for you to be interviewed in the public eye, especially since you just are coming back after a year of vacations."

I grinned happily, "You mean Kiku Matsu's daytime talk show? That sounds like a great idea!"

Kiku Matsu was famous in the entertainment world for her wildly popular shows, and if you were anyone, you were her latest guest. Whether you were a pop star, pokemon trainer, coordinator, supermodel (aka moi), sumo wrestler, you name it and you're on! Her ratings are always at the peak of any TV charts, and if you're lucky enough to land a second of air time on that show, you're a shoe in for fame.

I have appeared on that show three times. The first when I first became a supermodel, the second to promote a line of clothes I worked on, and the third…eh, to clean up some nasty rumors about me and an ex boyfriend. But no worries!

"Great! I'll contact your publicist about the date. It should be in a few days, but that shouldn't be problem for you." Haru-san added.

I nodded, and upon seeing my approval, he left me to gather up my things. Seeing that I was finally able to go home, I was quick to round-up my pokemon into their pokeballs for the day; after all, we were pooped!

After the shoot with Shinji, I had to run over for an opening at some famous store to cut the ribbon. Then I had to rush over to Grace Magazine to approve of the shots used of me in the issue, then I had to pee (I held it in for two hours!), I grabbed lunch with Nozomi were I ranted about Shinji for a bit despite her giggling, had to sit in on a fashion show meeting, and then I had to rush over to Contact Plaza before sunset!

Phew, I'm exhausted just talking about it!

After I placed my pokemon's pokeballs into my large tote, I decided a nice stroll around the park would be a relaxing thing do before I go home and take a nice, long, hot bath. I strolled along the pathways, admiring the young trainers and pokemon with them as I ran my fingers through my hair, looking up gratefully towards the sunset.

A day over, and a new day tomorrow.

I could only…cringe at the thought of tomorrow morning. It's funny. After all these years becoming a professional and having my share of unfavorable jobs, this one with Shinji seems to stick with me. I don't know why...

"Hikari-sama!" A group of young voices cried out. My attention was caught by three small young girls around the age of ten, all racing towards me in glee. I smiled at them; they reminded me so much of my childhood self…

"Hikari-sama! Can you please sign this picture?" A blonde girl asked as she handed me a picture of me .I grinned as I remembered that photo shoot. It was a promotional shot of one of the few movies I starred in. An underwater princess, a mermaid with no purpose, who finds true love in the end. Very, very cute and sappy. The movie was crazy popular for a short while, I even won an award!

"Sure thing!" I replied with delight as the girl handed me a pen, on which I wrote my name in a delicate script that I practiced over and over. I handed it back to the girl, who eyes the photo in a dreamy delight, the other girls asked me to do such things for other photos they had.

I happily signed each and everyone one, and after speaking to each of them for a bit, they all ran off, grinning and laughing happily with their new autographed souvenirs. I smiled contently back at them.

"So tell me Hikari-sama, why don't you stick with acting? Your performance was brilliant!" Kiku Matsu drilled.

"Because acting is not where my heart lies. Not anymore, at least." A soft smile was the only facial expression I allowed.

The thought quickly shook away from my mind, no; it's easier not to think about those days. I'm a supermodel now, and that's what I love. To ease myself, I began strolling in the park once more.

I passed by the relics where I once stood with Satoshi and Shirona-sama, and Shinji…all those years ago. I still remember her words perfectly.

"When two things come together, something is born." I spoke to myself as I recalled her words, and I giggled. It was only until I reached puberty that I realized the true meaning of those words, and found other ways for that phrase to make sense.

Sigh. I really lost my innocence, didn't I?

The sun was setting against the park and its gardens, and my eyes were drawing weary. I was about to pick up my cell, call for Yoshitaka-san to pick me up and drive me home to my penthouse, but then something happened. I heard a familiar voice...

"Now use Hammer Arm!" Shinji ordered his Ursaring towards a young trainer and his massive Onyx. It was a Pokemon battle, a battle in which Shinji was clearly winning despite the lower hand in type effectiveness.

A large crowd was swarmed around Shinji and the battle. Curiosity killing my pride, I slowly sneaked into the crowd in hopes of trying to catch a better glimpse. There he stood, battle ready in his sleeveless turtleneck and black jeans, but something was different.

Shinji's hair, though much shorter than his brother's, was pulled back into what seemed to be a ponytail yet his bangs still framed his face. Well, that's new of him.

"Use Rock Blast!" The opponent commanded his snakelike boulder of a pokemon that easily dominated Ursaring; however, Shinji smirked as his bear pokemon prepared itself.

"Don't move." He stated as Ursaring nodded in fierce understanding. His opponent smirked as Onyx launched a multitude of large boulders, each the size of Ursaring, into the air before taking its large tail and smacking them head on to Shinji's Pokemon. Yet, Ringuma didn't even move to avoid the attack!

"Shinji…" I muttered harshly under my breath with clenched teeth. His battle techniques haven't even changed a bit! He was still jeopardizing his pokemon for the sake of a battle.

"Wow, he's so cool!" The fan next to me said in delight. I tried my best not to scream at the person. In fact, my temper was slowly rising along with the fans cheering for this man.

"Shinji-sama is so hot!"

"I hope he becomes champion!"

"His pokemon are so strong!"

I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore these comments and similar others I heard. My eyes directed themselves towards the battle.

The large boulders that Onyx sent towards Ursaring, as predicted, hit head on and I half-expected the poor thing to topple over from the weight, but it stayed still, despite the pressure!

My jaw dropped in amazement. His pokemon really are quite strong…

"I-I-Impossible…" The opposing trainer stuttered as he stumbled back, his eyes unbelieving.

Shinji smirked, "Because of that impact, my Ursaring is now under pressure." My attention turned from the panicked and weary Onyx to Ursaring, who looked irritated and frustrated at the same time. The opponent gulped.

"And because you reserved all your energy on that pointless attack, which bluntly powered up my pokemon, you just weakened your Onyx even more." Shinji instructed towards the opponent. His muscles relaxed as a soft smile spread across his lips.

Wait a second. Something is off. I've never seen Shinji like that before.

"Y-Yes!" The trainer nodded in understanding. Shinji smirked, "Then let's get this over with. Ursaring, hyperbeam." He flicked his arm up in the air nonchalantly as the many fan girls in the crowd swooned.

His Ursaring began charging, and Onyx began to brace for impact, but it was too late. A large golden blast exploded from the bear pokemon's mouth in a large fury, consuming up the entire field as it erupted and lashed out on the weakened Pokemon.

My eyes widened.

As soon as impact was struck, a large black smoke appeared over the field, consuming everyone from view until it cleared, revealing a KO-ed Iwark…and a victorious Ringuma, who didn't eve break a sweat!

A gasp escaped me.

The crowds cheered. Surprisingly, even Shinji's opponent smiled. And then, Shinji smirked. I scowled, of course, he liked the attention! Arrogant bastard.

The trainer in which he fought returned his Iwark to its pokeball, smiled sadly upon it, before putting it away in his pocket.

"Ursaring, return." Shinji calmly ordered to his pokemon, silently bowing his head in respects as he placed the ball inside his pocket as well.

"T-T-Thank you so much for the battle!" The trainer bowed before Shinji deeply, "It's an honor to fight a competitor for the Sinnoh Championship!" The trainer said, Shinji nodded.

"That was a weak and short battle," He scowled towards the bowed trainer. My jaw dropped. He really hasn't changed after all these years!

"But keep training and your Onyx will surely become stronger. Have patience with it, don't be so rash." Shinji instructed towards the trainer, who nodded frantically before bowing again and thanking him.

The young trainer than ran off happily to the nearest Pokemon Center and nightfall was heavily approaching the plaza. The crowds soon began to diminish from the excitement and once again, the plaza and its gardens became empty once more. I felt a strong yet gently wind pick up as I realized Shinji and I were the only ones left in the area.

He was busying gathering his things, and I just stood there, dumbfounded. I don't know what it was, perhaps seeing Shinji battle again after all these years resurfaced some dreams of my own childhood inside me, or the fact that the night air was getting to me I'm not sure, but I know that at that moment I was struck.

Shinji was really going after his dream after all these years, taking it just one battle at a time. That, I give him credit.

Slowly, to make my presence know, I slowly began to clap my hands together. Shinji's attention peaked as he turned around, his eyes meeting mine.

"You saw." He simply said as he approached me, "What do you want?" His voice was gruff and aggravated; however it did not faze me as I simply looked at him with an amused look on my face.

"You've grown stronger." I said as he rolled his eyes, "No shit." Was his reply as he began walking along the path towards the exit. Seeing no harm in following him, I joined him. He didn't seem to mind my company.

"And also, you changed too." I began, somewhat curious. Shinji raised his eyebrow.

"You were much nicer to your opponent than before. You even seemed to be instructing him as you battled." An amused smirked plastered my lips, "My Shinji, what happened to make you soften up?"

Shinji glared my way.

"None of your concern." He was aggressive. So much so, it caught me off guard. It was quiet then for a moment, before I decided to speak again.

"Although, your battle tactics seem to be lacking. You were up against Onyx, a rock-based type," I held a finger to my lips in inquiry, "But you could have easily overtaken the trainer much sooner if you used that to your advantage. Why didn't you use Torterra-?" My question was cut off by Shinji.

He grabbed me roughly by the shoulder as his glare pierced through me deeper than ever before. Something dark was in his eyes and for the first time, my confidence I spent so much time building over the years diminished. I felt fear.

"Don't." His voice was a threat, dripping with promise. "Think you have a right to pry into other people's business. Bitch."

He left me then, alone in that dark park.

Frozen.


My My, looks like our lovely has just hit a new low. Wouldn't her mother be proud? Don't you know Hikari that those who flaunt their figure have it on display for everyone to see? Hehe, well I know someone who could see it whenever they want. And what do you know; Shinji appears to have softened up just a tad bit. Could it be he had an eye-opening revelation on pokemon? Or is he just trying to impress a certain blunette? Tread carefully Shinji, you have no idea what your getting into with that girl. And is Hikari becoming too reminscent of her coordinating days?

My god, who's the professional now?

Mwah!-HG10


Ooh, Hikari, you're so evil! LOL! Sorry again for the lack of update, honestly, I kept changing my mind on what Hikari will do to Shinji, since in fact, I had no idea WHAT she was gonna do exactly when I ended the last chapter (sweatdrops) LOL!

Actually, I had this chapter written for months but it was only until this afternoon I finished the other half of it haha. I'll try to update this story more often, this is the only story probably that I can write with that doesn't have a real serious theme to it , and I love the tension between Shinji and Hikari! Can't wait to write the next chapter too! You'll see why in time ;) Also,

Until next time with the lastest chapter ;)!