Rivals

By: kawaii-Cherimu130

A/N: I would like a review. Mebbie even a flame, or a suggestion.
(wink wink, nudge nudge)

"Typlosion!" Crystal cried out as she rushed over to her Pokemon's limp body. She picked Typlosion's head up off the ground, and laid it in her lap. Cooing softly, Crystal gently rubbed Typlosion on the back. "You were great," she commented lovingly. "Get better soon, okay?"

Getting up, Crystal took out Typlosion's pokeball and held it in her hand. She tightened her grip on the ball, then she flung it at Typlosion. The pokeball pinged Typlosion on the head, and opened up. Quickly, he was absorbed into red energy, and sucked inside the ball. Crystal bent down and picked the ball up, placing it back onto her pokeball belt. Kamon did the same with Feraligater.

"You think you've won this time, don't you?" Kamon shivered. Crystal's voice sounded cold and evil. "But you haven't. Not yet. You'll never win unless your Pokemon loves you." Kamon stomped his foot, his cold glare was locked on Crystal, as if she were a target about to get shot.

"Whadda mean I haven't won yet?" he mocked. "I took down all of your useless Pokemon, so of course I won!" Crystal slowly shook her head, her blue bangs in the way of her icy, blue eyes. "You haven't won the battle yet, Kamon. Without your Pokemon's trust, you lost. You won nothing." Kamon smirked. "What a heart-warming speech!" he mused as he clapped his hands together.

"Oh, then I guess the military hasn't won against Kanto yet, either. After all, even though they anounced Kanto the winner, we lose anyway, just because we couldn't make peace and love with our enimes, someone I'd love to meet and get to know so well, that they love me back." A Pokemon's love was more important than some stupid war. Besides, the millitary and their soldiers had nothing to do with the conversation, anyways.

Slowly, Crystal turned around. Without a word, she walked off towards the Pokemon Center, Kamon's loud laughter being heard all the way there.

Kamon clutched onto his stomache, his cheeks red from all the laughing. There were tears in his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away. Seeing Crystal so pissed off was enough to make his day. Too bad she walked off. Kamon thought jokingly. She was fun to pick on...

A smile spread across Kamon's face, only it wasn't one of joy. He was smiling because of what Crystal said. "Didn't win the fight...psh yeah whatever..." he grumbled. He had won. He knew he had won. But why did Crystal say all of that stuff? Was she jelous?

Kamon's gaze drifted towards his shoes. Maybe she's right. he thought. Maybe I am a bad trainer...after all, I did steal that Totodile from Prof.Elm's, didn't I?

Kamon smirked. Great. Now he was becoming soft, just like that blue-haired brat who always battled him, and won. Now that Kamon won, she had to be jelous. That's it. She was just jelous, nothing else.

But what if she wasn't jelous? Kamon bit his lip. What if she really meant it? "Stop being a baby," Kamon thought outloud, trying to comfront himself. "Besides, I dunno why I'm 'dissin over something that can't be true. My Pokemon are powerful; I am a good trainer."

A piece of him knew he had won the battle, but he still felt insecure. A part of him began nagging about Crystal and why she was wrong. The other half of himself began nagging about how Crystal was right. Dam conscience...

He looked down at his hand and realized he had been clutching onto Feraligater's pokeball all this time. Kamon held the pokeball up to his nose and asked, "Do you think I'm a bad trainer?"

There was no reply.