THAT SYLVEON
No Sawss here - Just Luan :3
Hello, my lovelies - Luanastar strikes again. This chapter was uploaded simply due to the fact that Sawss doesn't know how to use the Fanfiction app. Now, due to the fact that Awesome Sawss was occupied with his misadventures in Marseille, it all boils down to yours truly having to be the breadwinner here. I know he's gonna be super stoked when he comes home to see a chapter done and dusted for him, so just imagine this as my personal favour to all of you! This chapter was solely made by moi, Luanastar. Now, how about we make a "Luanastart" to our chapter, yah?
Luanastar/Awesome Sawss do not own Pokemon.
Barry and Anais trotted down the street home. The Blaziken was infatuated with a new book that he was reading, up to the point that he hadn't spoken a word since they had left the school. Anais pursed her lips and squinted at the vacuous fire type. If this was some act to ignore her or something, he successfully achieved irritating her, that's for certain.
"HEY! BARRY!" she yelled at him, nearly making him drop his book. "Why are you reading books, still? You know that online fiction websites are where it's at, right?"
Barry closed his book and clutched it to his chest, the novel trading electrons with the front of his hoodie. He sucked in a deep breath to recover from the surprise shriek. "I don't have much access to the internet at home. My Mom doesn't really want me rotting my brain out on a computer." Barry then held the book in front of him, beaming at it as he walked. "Plus, it's really, really good!"
The naturally sly Sylveon grew sceptical of what could make Barry so happy. Maybe, she could use it to her advantage. That, or she could just sell these techniques to Lola, who'd certainly love to use them one day.
"What's this book called anyway? You seem jumpier than a… Well, Blaziken's are usually very jumpy, but whatever." told Anais, stepping over a crack in the pavement.
The fire type squinted at the front of the book. It wasn't easy being long-sighted for the Blaziken. "Uhm… It's called, 'An Abyss to Descend'. It was written by… Ambi… Ambo… Akimbo? I don't know, I can't see it very well." excused Barry, holding the book out at arm's length.
"Why don't you have any glasses or anything? I think they'd suit you." mentioned Anais, stating as a matter of fact.
The bad-sighted Blaziken shook his head. "No bueno, Anais; I don't have any ears to fit glasses on."
Anais rolled her eyes, scoffing as she crossed the road that led to the street that she grew up on. "Honestly, I don't really care. Have you begun your packing for the upcoming beach trip?"
A cheerful Barry dipped his head, the joyful aura that radiated from his feathers. "For sure, ma'am! I've got a suitcase full of nothing but hoodies and deodorant!"
Anais grimaced at the image of the inside of Barry's suitcase. As orderly as it would be, Anais couldn't even come to think of surviving of just two types of things. "Uhh… Sure, kid. The two things a teenage Blaziken like yourself would need to live, right?"
Unsurprisingly, Barry had nodded in happiness, clearly not getting the hints of sarcasm that she had left out for him like a huge, flashing, neon sign.
Sometimes, I don't understand why the stupid boys are always the most attractive in this town.
Barry isn't stupid. He's just… He ain't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Welp, he does look himself look pretty dumb on occasion. He may as well stick his finger and his thumb in the shape of an 'L' on his forehead.
Haha. I forget to laugh. Welp, these years start coming and they definitely don't stop coming, so take him for granted while you can.
Chill out. I've fed to these rules, so I'll hit the ground running. Plus, what sense does it make not to live for fun?
…Okay, I've just realised what we've been doing. Please can we stop.
Well, I guess, but your brain gets smart yet you head gets-
I SAID STOP!
Anais felt taken aback, to the point that she had even accidentally backed into an unsuspecting Barry, who had been concentrating on reading his book this whole time. However, she eventually was able to shrug it off, and go down the paving that led to her house. She slipped the key into it's respective hole, twisting it to see the familiar layout of her house.
Stepping inside, with Barry following behind, Anais made her presence known to the others in the house.
"MOM! DAD! WE'RE HOME!" screamed the Sylveon, doing a lot more than just startling the Blaziken beside her.
Immediately, from around the corner of the lounge door, a small, brown, blur sped right into the foyer, decreasing in velocity once in front of Anais. Once it had come to a complete stop and the surrounding dust had cleared, the blur revealed itself to be a very hyper Eevee.
"Hiya, Banais!" squealed Julius, jumping up and down in influence of large doses of sugar.
"What's a Banais?" questioned Barry, who had finally taken the time out of his life to glance away from his enticing story.
"Well, its you, Barry, plus Anais! It makes Banais!" Julius replied. Although, Anais knew what that really meant around her age.
"I-It's for the best that you don't question it, Barry." begun a very flustering Sylveon. "You know t-these kids and their slang and stuff."
"OY! I'm not a kid! I'm nearly four!" argued Julius, jumping up and down in umbrage.
Anais merely smiled and put a paw to the Eevee's face, flexing her forearm muscles and successfully flinging the Eevee to the side. Julius then scrambled to get on all four paws, beating a swift retreat up the stairs to his room - not before showing his intolerance to his elder sister's antics by sticking out his tongue.
After the Eevee had made himself scarce, Anais trotted into the lounge, meeting her father who was slumped on the couch. The Sylveon had flopped onto the sofa too, turning her head to look at the television. "Hi, Dad."
Julley shifted his gaze from the television to his daughter, who served as a grim reminder to Abigail Disastra's not-so friendly former visit. Distressed, he sighed, shielding his eyes from the beige walls around him - he knew what he had to do, though, this didn't mean that it was going to be easy. "G-Good afternoon, Anais. How was school?"
The Sylveon that joined him on the couch took a deep breath, smelling the scent of a gorgeous meal to her senses from the kitchen. "Yeah, it was great, Dad. By the way, is Mom cooking something?"
Julley scratched to top of his skull. "I think so, b-but-"
"Oooh! Thanks!" rudely interrupted the Sylveon, bounding off the couch and knowing over an unsuspecting Blaziken in the foyer.
Sadly and sombrely, Julley sighed again. His plans were foiled by the amazing waft coming from his wife's cooking escapades. He grabbed the remote and turned up the volume, watching one of the battles that begun the season for the rest of the year.
Days had passed, with most being much of the same. Anais knew that the same old song wouldn't be sung this day, however. Although not accompanied by Barry, Anais strolled down the street, lugging a large suitcase that took care of all her precious belongings.
It's about time this school trip came around; I thought I was gonna die of boredom!
I can guess this trip is gonna be extra fun, what with the beach stuff and all. Oh, and ESPECIALLY the hot Blaziken meat that's gonna be prancing around!
Firstly, ew. Secondly, still hawt, but ew. Those are my relatives, you know?
That wouldn't stop me. Plus, I know for a fact that it wouldn't stop you either.
…
AHA! So you do admit it!
No! It's just as cute and good looking Barry is, I'd never make any moves on him; that's my cousin you're talking about!
Whatevs. I bet in some alternate universe, you're out there, pounding the Blaziken's sanity out.
No promises.
Speaking of the Giratina, as Anais turned the corner to reach the school gates, her eyes gleamed with glory as they befell upon a duo of Blazikens - one shorter and cuter than the other.
"Hey! Brendan! Barry!" squealed Anais, bounding over to the fiery duo.
Brendan turned around, giving a small wave to the Sylveon. Uhm… wave wave.
"What's up Anais? And uh… how comes you don't refer to me as your uncle?" Brendan asked, otherwise welcoming his niece's company.
"Pfft, Brendan, please." scoffed Anais. "You're essentially just a cute little Blaziken who knows how to drive, has a wife, a child, a pretty high income and professional career, in my opinion."
Brendan put up a talon in protest, but the more he thought about it, the more the talon faltered. "Uhh… well, you aren't exactly wrong…"
Anais smirked in victory, waltzing beside her naturally caring cousin. The sun was just rising behind the looming school building, and the Sylveon was ready to get this trip started with. Five minutes was all it took for the coach - that was to take them to their destination - to pull over on the kerb. The large double decker vehicle donned a smile on Anais' face. It's grey, sleek, streamlined design emit an aura of superiority around it. To say the least, Anais was all about this thang.
"Dayum! That's one heck of a car!" Anais screamed, eager to start their journey inside the beast of a vehicle.
Barry gaped in awe. "Fo' shizzle Anai-rizzle!"
Both the father Blaziken and cousin Sylveon glared at Barry in confusion, leading to the former out of the pair to express their feelings. "Listen Barry, you're my son, and I care for you so much, but after saying that… I'm starting to reconsider some things."
After a brief Bursyamo-branded scratch of the head, Barry made his reply. "Huh? I was just saying what I had learnt from the internet. Supposedly, a lot of people in the projects of East Latias talk like that… homie?"
The glare ensued. Anais knew it was her turn to intervene. "Barry… sweetie, I think your papa is telling you to shut up."
"O-Oh! My apologies."
Finally, they were able to get going into the coach. Many students piled into the vehicle, whether it be the top deck or the bottom. However, as Anais began to board the coach, she felt a tug on one of her sensitive feelers. She pulled a 180, stepping off the platform of the coach as she took to talking to the familiar face of…
"Dad!? What are you doing here!?" yelled the Sylveon, looking left and right to check for any of her friends that just so happened to stroll by. "You didn't sign that permission slip to tag along too, did you?"
Julley stepped a few yards back. "N-No, of course not. I just needed to speak with you for a second." he reasoned, leading to Anais making a gesture for him to continue. "Well, y-you have a student in your class named Raisin, right?"
Anais glared at th- Wow, more glaring! LUAN! MOAR SYNONYMS!
Alright, alright, fine… Sheesh. Anais squinted at the Umbreon, as he glanced at his paw quickly before making a correction.
"Oh! Uhm, Raidon is what I meant."
Suspicion rose as Anais scrunched her face. "Yeah, he is… what of it exactly?"
"Look, don't g-go telling others this, but you see, his mother and I were talking, a-and-"
"Wait… WHAT!? So you're the reason why he wasn't talking to me?" shrieked the Sylveon, who succeeded in startling her father.
"No - Anais, listen to me, it was his mother who didn't want him talking to yo-"
"No Dad, YOU'RE the one who needs to listen! I don't need you babying me around anymore! Stop interfering with my life, and my relationships! I like Raidon, and there's nothing you can do about it! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Anais left the stunned Julley on the sidewalk, as she stomped into the coach. The doors shut with a sudden thud, and the vehicle zipped down the road. A poor Umbreon smiled and looked up to the sky.
Well, that went a lot better than I thought, though played out a little different than I had imagined. But, at least now, I didn't need to convince her.
Uh-huh, but when Abby finds out you did the complete opposite of what she told you to do… well, I guess you can expect the first publication of a recipe for 'Eeveelution Soup: Umbreon edition'.
Hmm… well, what can she do? I've got Brendan around, no?
Brendan was on that bus…
… well, if my daughter wants a boyfriend that she feels is the right one, who am I to stop her?
Not to point out the obvious, but you're her father. You have responsibilities.
And you're an immortal legendary that insists on commentating someone's life for about sixteen years. What about your responsibilities?
… No worries, my guy.
Anais stepped up onto the coach aisle, looking for a place to sit. She spotted Barry sitting on his lonesome, and settled on spending the trip next to him.
"Ugh, move over, Barry." coldly commanded Anais, setting her belongings under the seat in front of her. "I'm not in the mood."
Barry complied and shuffled to give the Sylveon as much space as possible. "That's fine. You don't seem to be in the mood much anymore, though."
"That's because I have a splitting headache; every time we spar, you always end up pounding me regardless. Now my head hurts and my legs are numb." wailed Anais, clutching her forehead.
"Oh… is there something I can do?" Barry asked, a little too nicely for his own good.
"Ugh. I could go for a backrub, but it's hardly the time or place. I'd rather you give me the rub when we get our own bedroom." The conversation was beginning to make some heads turn.
Barry, while nodding, replied, "Sure. As long as it makes you happy, I presume."
"Yeah, whatever ya goody-two-talons. Now be quiet, I wanna roast some losers on TreeckoSpeak." Anais snidely deadpanned, whipping out her phone from seemingly nowhere, trying to get the encounter with her father out of her head.
"TreeckoSpeak? What's that?" asked Barry, making eye contact with the Sylveon.
"It's just this place where you can talk to others around the world." answered Anais, furiously tapping on her phone. "I'm in an argument with this random about which nickname is better: 'Myoolinator', or 'Zoolinator'."
"Oh. Well, I personally believe that Myoolinator is better, but that's my opinion."
"A-ha! Now I can make this punk Kalos-kiss my ass!" Anais went back to tapping, throwing a few false statistics in her arguments.
"Uhm, what's a Kalos-kiss?"
Anais giggled. "I'd love to show you right now, but I think that job is for someone else."
Barry shrugged his shoulders. For all he knew, a Kalos-kiss could've been a type of food. To be fair, though, Barry didn't know a lot of things. "Oh, fair enough."
As the coach ride began, Barry looked behind his chair to see his father sitting further down the aisle. He was surrounded by many Pokemon (that were sitting by him) who were all staring with awe, whether it be students or parents alike. Immediately, many people who were around him brought out many notepads and pens, begging for his autograph. Barry chuckled a little as he turned back to face the front.
Turns out there's one big fault towards being a professional battler, no?
One may say so, dear Barry. However, refrain from making a mockery out of your father for it; he is a hardworking man for both his wife and son.
Oh, that's very true, sorry. Though, Aunt Cassidy and Uncle Julley had always told me how Mom and Dad were, uh, sorta clumsy.
Well, I can confirm that is quite accurate - certainly evident from whence I had first found you on the chandelier that one evening of a very special event.
Huh? That's not right… I thought it was one of those psychic legendary Pokemooooo…
Anais looked to her right after being told that her opinion on nicknames were obsolete. She realised that her cousin's eyes were without his beautiful purple irises, and his mouth was ajar like a door half opened. He slumped in his seat, completely vulnerable to Anais' will… well, not like she wanted to do anything to him while he was unconscious… b-baka… but, then again… he was against the window, so no one else could see him as Anais blocked their vision. Plus, she had only known how he looked, rather than how he had felt. It would also be nice experience to know what she needed her future boyfriend to be - physically - able.
Glancing left and right, Anais put down her phone, and began to put her paws to a better use. First, she tested whether Barry would awake as a reaction to her touch by applying a paw to his head. Thankfully, he stayed as motionless as ever, much to the Sylveon's joy.
Next, after carefully raising his hoodie, she moved her touchy receptors down, descending to Barry's chest. Despite the fact that his pectoral muscles were concealed by his fluffy beige tuft, Anais could've sworn that there were rocks hidden somewhere in that pile of feathers. A large red blush appeared on her face, complimenting her pink-furred cheeks.
He's… he's so buff! Like, he literally has no fat on him!
Uh huh, you like it, don't you?
Giratina. You know I don't lie. I freakin' love it.
HEY… I wanna feelz it too…
No dice, dragon man. But even if, I… I sorta wonder if Raidon is any of the same, you know? They're both battlers, right?
Calm down, Anais. He most likely is. I've had a lot of fondling experience, so I can just tell by the look of his body.
Uhm… I honestly don't know what to think about that.
Don't think about it at all. Now! Get back to your fondling! Au reviour!
Once back on track, Anais descended some more and hit the jackpot; six bulging feats of utter HAWT-itude. The Blaziken's abdominal muscles sent shivers down her whole skeletal frame.
Ohhh… yes… now, I'll just think of Raidon… yeah, that'll do it!
Last time I checked, you hated the guy's guts just because he wouldn't talk to you. Now you're intending to achieve the zenith of euphoria just by thinking about him?
What else does it look like I'm doing!? Plus, that was because I didn't know that my own dad was conspiring against me just so I couldn't go out with Raidon. Now, I'm about to shove it in his muzzle.
…By groping your younger cousin in his sleep?
Precisely.
…
Okay, now that you put it like that, I've realised that it's kinda weird.
I'm glad you've realised.
I'm not gonna stop though.
And now I've realised.
Anais smirked once she was content with her nefarious act, and then sat back in her seat. She sighed happily, taking her phone into her paw in victory. She could tell that Barry was gonna feel sore when he woke up.
An hour later, Anais had exhausted all the battery on her phone (Like a freaking amateur. This story promotes battery saving), and Barry was still asleep.
Dazed, Anais looked to her right as they sat in the left lane of the coach, and noticed a familiar face. A face that she never really acknowledged due to… reasons she couldn't pinpoint herself.
"Hey…Hey!" she called out, thus to cause a white furred face to turn around. "You're Fraiser, right?"
Fraiser Furble, a Pokemon that was typically a shy one, blushed as he was accosted.
"Oh… Yes, y-yes I am, Anais." muttered the Furfrou. "Is there anything you need?"
Anais shrugged, nonchalantly. "Meh, not really. I just wanted to make some conversation since my cousin is…" The Sylveon glanced back at the comatose Blaziken. "Self-incapacitated."
Fraiser of the Furble family leaned over to see Barry, looking exactly how Anais had described. "O-Oh… I see…"
Getting into a more comfortable position, Anais noticed that Fraiser was still staring at her cousin, wearing an extremely prominent blush. "Hey! My eyes are up here, you know."
The Furfrou the gasped sharply, throwing himself back in his seat. "S-Sorry, about all of that."
Anais shifted her vision downwards, noticing something particularly pink about him.
And she wasn't talking about his blush.
Giggling, Anais began to make fun of what she saw. "Fraiser… is that a flashlight in between your legs, or are you just happy to see me?"
Fraiser immediately chucked his arms in between his legs, covering up his hormonal urges with his paws. Anais began to laugh some more, not feeling bad at all. However, as she quietened down, the realisation knocked at the door to her brain.
Geez, that has to be one of the most embarrassing things I've ever seen; I don't even like him that way, and here he is pitching tents in front of me!
Mhmm. Only thing is, he doesn't like you that way either.
Nice try, but someone as seductive and HAWT such as myself would have an effect like that on others. I understand.
I'm serious.
Eh? People don't do that in public for no reason. Fraiser had that reaction because he looking at my amazing body. Duh.
Do you really believe your own hype that much?
Giratina, please. I am the hype.
(Insert "What's the hype?" here, amid other Sawss' Discord quotes.)
But don't you remember? He wasn't staring at you, ya dweeb.
Ahaha… wait…
Anais stopped laughing, and put on her thinking face. Then, it transformed into her confused face. Finally, she donned her epiphany face.
"Wait… Fraiser… you… you have a crush on Barry!" she exclaimed, forgetting that she had yelled that in a coach full of at least 100 students all with access to social networking sites.
"W-W-What!? I do not!" retorted Fraiser, stuttering more than a sixteen years-old Julley. Well… maybe that's a bit of a stretch.
"Yes you do! Otherwise you wouldn't be getting hard by just looking at him!"
Fraiser stopped fidgeting, and looked gravely at the Sylveon.
"... please don't tell anyone…"
A subconscious smile slithered onto Anais mouth, as she realised how far she could take the situation into her paws.
"Hmm… I don't know… what's in it for me?" questioned Anais, an eyebrow rising to shake the Furfrou.
"I'll… I'll do anything! I swear!"
Ah, yes. The three words that Anais lived to hear from a push over. (To be honest, they're also my second favourite words to hear ;3)
"Anything..?" Anais emphasised, just to ensure she had total control over the circumstance.
Fraiser took a deep breath, realising the hole he had dug himself in. "Okay, I yield. I'll do absolutely anything."
"I accept then! For now, just gimme your number, so I can contact you easier."
Fraiser nodded and wrote down his cellphone number on a torn slip of paper. Giggling once more at the normal type's compliance, Anais laid back to bask in another victory. Despite the dispute with her father, things felt like they were actually beginning to look up for the Sylveon. Yet even, the real fun hadn't even started.
Julley trekked back home on foot, or rather, paw. He was expecting his wife to have ready for him, a succulent meal - just as she would always produce - and his second born son to be hopping around the house with all the boundless energy a child like him had.
The Umbreon had reached the door to his house, wondering why he didn't just take the car, and stepped inside. Of course, Cassidy was making a humble breakfast: Eggs and Poké blocks. Standard for someone of the Glaceon's cooking calibre, but to Julley, he couldn't ask for anything else.
"Morning, Cass." yipped Julley, trotting into the kitchen and seeing his beautiful wife at the stove.
"Good morning, Julley!" replied Cassidy, turning to wave at her husband.
"How's work at the shop going?"
Cassidy tapped the nip of her nose. "Well, being self-employed is a lot easier than I had initially expected; I've sold quite a lot of sports clothing brands. I guess that's what youngsters prefer nowadays."
Julley could never wrap his head around how his wife kept up with all this work and responsibilities. Though, he didn't need to ask about that. Just smile and nod, Julley. Smile and nod.
"Really? You've must've been working hard for 'em, right?"
Laughing and shaking her head, Cassidy brought the food she prepared to the table.
"Ha! It's been too simple! All I do is ask Brendan or Tyson to supply me with battling club hoodies with their names embroidered on it, and boom! The money rolls in!" Cassidy sang, enjoying the flabbergasted look on her husband's face. "Also, since Brendan's such a dear, he occasionally helps around the store by encouraging customers to buy more hoodies!"
"Wow, Cass! I'm really glad this has been working out so well for you!"
All this time, for the past year that the shop had been opened, Julley had no idea how much fruit Cassidy was bearing from this. Who knew that opening your own shop could be so productive?
"Yup! It's been my dream to open up my own store. However, I've encountered a bit of a roadblock during my time working; I'm not there all the time, especially on the weekends, so I'd need someone to cover for me when I'm not around."
Cassidy's predicament made Julley's brain whizz in confusion. "I-I can't really fill in for you there. I gotta work on weekends…"
I thought it was guy's night on the weekends?
I thought I told you to keep quiet!
But you haven't..?
Refer to any occasion sixteen years ago. You'll find your evidence there.
"D'aww! That's a huge shame." whined Cassidy.
"Well… if you wanted to, you could ask Anais to do it? She's usually free on weekends." compromised Julley, taking a seat at the dining table.
Cassidy clicked her digits in a 'Eureka' fashion. "Of course! How could I not think of my own child?! Thanks dear! She'll start as soon as she comes back."
"Sounds like a plan." Julley stated, grabbing his knife and fork. "And uh… where's Julius?"
As if Arceus heard his question (maybe he did o.O), the young Eevee dashed in via the garden door, covered in leaves, grass cuttings and over miscellaneous foliage.
"I'm here papa! I headbutt a tree today!" exclaimed Julius, sitting down at a chair.
Cassidy dropped her cutlery in surprise and ran over to her son, grabbing his furry mane. "What's wrong with you?! Are you okay?!"
Julius only laughed and shook his head.
"No, I'm fine Mommy! But, Mr. Tree isn't feeling so good. He went to have a lie down after we battled."
Hysteria was the word that popped into Julley's mind when it came to describing his son. However, curiosity led him to take a look outside through the perspective of a window. To say the least, the Umbreon was bewildered beyond belief.
"C-C-Cass? C-Can you come and take a look at this, please?"
Cassidy rose an eyebrow, and walked over to the same window that Julley stood at once she had cleaned up her son. As it would turn out, a tree approximately 15 feet long laid flat in the garden grass. A large dent was located near the base of the tree, standing as evidence from where the tree had been bashed right out of it's roots.
For about ten minutes, Julley and Cassidy's jaws hung open as if having a broken hinge. They didn't know what to believe anymore.
"But don't disturb him Mommy; he's sleeping!"
Back on the coach, the students' journey was soon coming to an end. Anais was excited to get lounging already, and perhaps give her first orders to her minion, too.
Hmm… now I'm not entirely sure what I want Fraiser to do for me.
That's something I wouldn't expect from someone like you, Anais.
I know, I know. I don't wanna do anything too harsh on the kid, but then I again, I kinda do while I still have the chance.
Then stop trying to be a damn hero! I wanna see some drama before my popcorn gets stale!
Can you even eat popcorn?
No, but having it next to me while I do other stuff just makes me feel cool.
Uh huh, good luck with that.
Sally Easel (Or Ms. Easel, to you young'uns) stood up at the front of the aisle, clearing her throat to grab the students and parents' attention.
"Listen closely everyone. This recreational trip is purely for, uhm, educational purposes. As a result, it is important that all of you abide by the rules. For the sake of conserving space, we will allow unisex dorms, up to 4 persons per room for students. However, we don't want any funny stuff, lest we relive the senior prom of West Latias high sixteen years ago."
Silence prevailed over the next few moments, until a spout of laughter erupted from the back of the coach in the parents' section. To be exact, it was Brendan Bursyamo laughing.
Sally was about to itch her head, but quickly remembered what was on the end of her fingers. "Uhm… anyway, 4 people per room for parents too, and curfew times for students will be at 11pm exactly. I'll be doing a check around every dorm once you get settled. Now, that's all. Please have a fun- er, educational experience while you are here, and we'll be here for approximately five days. You're dismissed."
Almost immediately, the myriads of Pokemon flew out of the bus, eager to catch some relaxation, toasty beaches and fun in the sun from this educational experience.
The first thing anyone with eyes could see was the mansion in front of the sea that stretched for miles beyond the horizon. Made with expertly-carved brown bricks, the large house looked bigger than anything anyone had seen.
Anais met up with no. #1 best friend Lola on the sandy turf, ready to brace the sun together.
"Yo, Lollipop!" chirped Anais, holding up a large of candiesand other confectionaries. "Wanna share a room together? I've got 88 bags of marshmallows that are keen on being toasted!"
At the very prestigious Yvetal university, a father of one named Cooper T. Blizzards spend their time pouring milk down a tube into another substance. Their intentions for this experiment remained unknown, but one could only infer from the many discarded milk cartons that it was silly.
A Dragonite wearing a purely white lab coat entered the dimly lit room, clearing out their throat to interrupt the Jolteon's findings.
"Uhm, Mr. Trooper-Blizzards sir? Your lunch that you had requested to be shipped from Johto has gone missing."
Cooper swivelled around in his chair, slowly taking off his black-tinted safely goggles as he did so.
"Ahem, Diana? You're relatively 'new' to this secondary role as my secretary, so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that you actually know who I am." Cooper spun in his chair again, putting on his goggles in the time his back was turned, before taking them off again. "I've worked in this university for give or take twenty years. When I say I want marshmallows for lunch… I mean that I want marshmallows for lunch, Diana."
Diana adjusted her coat, wiping the sweat from her brow. "B-But sir, I had checked in all 20 of your personal safes and lockers - there's absolutely nothing aside from this note."
Cooper beckoned for the Dragonite to hover over and hand him the note, which she did. The Jolteon put on his sunglasses - which didn't actually help him any better to read - and scanned the note.
Dear Uncle C.T.B,
Thanks for the marshmallows, I was feeling a little hungry anyway.
Sincerely, your favourite niece, Anais.
Flabbergasted, Cooper slammed the note on the table, nearly toppling his test tubes.
"No way! How did she know the password?!"
Diana coughed a little. "Sir, you may want to look on the back of the note."
Cooper flipped the sheet over, catching sight of a well hidden sentence.
By the way, please get a better password than 1-2-3-4.
"DANGIT! SHE'S SO CRAFTY!" exclaimed Cooper, dashing the now scrunched up note across the room. "Diana, get me more marshmallows."
"N-Now? But sir, those marshmallows take weeks to be imported from Johto!"
Cooper removed his sunglasses, now staring directly at the Dragonite.
"Diana. I am a well endowed scientist with 3 different doctorates, and I am currently carrying out a life-changing experiment about the neutralisation powers of milk. All I want you to do, is get me more marshmallows, capiche?"
Diana sighed, turning around and heading towards the door.
"Yes, sir."
"Damn girl! Where'd you find all of this?" bellowed Lola, failing to find the bottom of the bag while searching through it.
"Ehh, doesn't really matter. Anyway, let's go set up in our room. I wanna enjoy this beach place as soon as possible."
"What about Bella? Let's hold up a little since she's still grabbing her bags." recommended Lola, halting the Sylveon.
"You can wait, but don't be surprised when I bag top bunk first."
"..."
Anais and Lola sprinted into the building and speedily bagged a room to call a temporary home.
Meanwhile, a few doors down, three boys in total stood in front of a room: Raidon Atos, Fraiser Furble and Barry Bursyamo had all settled on sharing a room together.
They entered the room, with each claiming a bed to themselves. The accommodation was fairly large, with three separate beds at each wall, whether adjacent or opposite to the main door. Barry was the first to speak up, as he seemed to be the most enthusiastic about this trip.
"Personally, I would like to get swimming in the sea when I have the chance, but not right now since I'm feeling a little sore. What about you guys?"
Fraiser didn't respond; the Furfrou seemed to be too occupied with his phone. Raidon instead replied, flopping on his bed with a huff.
"Meh, I'll probably just chill here for a bit." said Raidon. "I'll catch you two later, though."
Fraiser shifted off his bed a little uneasily, heading towards the main door. "Uh, speaking of which, I'm gonna c-catch you guys later. I just gotta take care of some stuff."
Barry and Raidon nodded, allowing Fraiser to go galavanting off on his own.
"By the way, Raidon." Barry begun, resting a talon under his beak. "You seem awfully down. Is it anything you would want to talk about?"
Raidon recalled that Fraiser had left, allowing them some "Sure, I may as well. You see, it's about Anais; I really like her and all, but I just seriously think that me and her working out is too unlikely."
That was one perspective Barry hadn't seen coming. "And why do you think that?"
"Firstly, there's my mom who yelled at me for having a interest in Anais. She apparently had a talk with Anais' father, too. Also, I just doubt it'll work since she probably likes Fraiser more."
Despite Barry's incredible natural balance and the fact that the Blaziken was sitting on a bed, Raidon's speech was nearly enough to make him stack off the mattress.
"W-What?! Not to be rude, my apologies if I do give off that impression, but I'd like to think otherwise - Anais isn't someone to like a Pokemon such as Fraiser." countered Barry, recomposing his position on the bed.
"As if. I see those two together all the time! Heck, where'd you think he went just now?"
Barry began to think harder, now seeing the issue from the Luxray's point of view.
"I understand. Although, it would be for the best that you didn't jump to conclusions."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." mumbled the electric type, swatting the air with his paws. "But I'm gonna make sure I'll keep an extra eye on Fraiser, just so I can be sure."
Barry stood up. "I wish you the best, but don't derive so much from your suspicion. It may be that you're misunderstanding something."
"We'll see."
Barry nodded, and waved the Luxray farewell. At least, Raidon had time to himself to properly think about what he was going to do in his life. What he was going to do with his time here. What he was going to do about Anais.
Man, that felt good to write. I hope you all enjoyed it at least a little. All I'm waiting for now is for Sawss to bring himself over from Marseille, so I can take a load off. I've worked so hard and long on this little ditty, ensuring that you guys are satisfied after the long wait. On behalf of myself and Awesome Sawss, we're like, super sorry for keeping you guys waiting for a new chapter to come up. I understand that it must be irritating, right? Suwwy.
Now, before I sign off, lemme talk to you lovelies about a little sumthin' - if you didn't know already, we've a neat little Discord chat going on, spanning a bunch of topics, inclusive of this story right here, and it's sequels/prequels. Might I add, you'll also be able to get in on all the most awesome and super exclusive stuff about this series. Plus, you'll be able to receive immediate alerts about any future plans for stories or upcoming chapters. All in all, joining the Discord chat has a bunch of perks that you just gotta get in on.
"But Luaaaan! How do I join?" I hear you ask. Well, my friend, all you need to do is PM either Awesome Sawss' or Jirulius' fanfiction account. I advise that you don't PM mine, since I rarely go on it. Anyway, once you PM then, you should be allowed access pretty soon! Don't worry, we're all friendly people :3
Now that's cleared up, I hope that you enjoyed the chapter, despite it's very slow release date (sorry about that), and for those who are considering going on the Discord chat, please do! It's loads of fun! Plus, I'll be waiting to talk with all of you lovelies there!
Anyway, thanks for reading. Until next time, everybody!
-Sawss-less Luanastar