THAT SYLVEON

Awesome Sawss and Luanastar do condone having a healthy sleep schedule. I hope you aren't up at 3am reading this XD

And we're back, following the nineteenth chapter of the series. I've looked at a lot of the reviews, and all of them were able to put a smile on my face. Thanks a bunch, to all of those that reviewed. I'm sure Luanastar loved reading them just as much - if not, probably more, since I could hear her laughing from upstairs.

There's not much left for me to say, so I'd say we should get on with the story.

Awesome Sawss/Luanastar do not own Pokemon.

"Huh? You have a headache?" chimed Barry, releasing his careful hold on his new best friend. He took a seat next to Anais on the bed, as Lola leaned on the nearby wall, knowing exactly what was wrong with her. "Do you have a fever or something?"

Anais sat up, rubbing her pink furred forehead. "N-No, it hurts way more than just a silly fever." The rubbing intensified. "It's as if someone put a jackhammer in my head, and left it running!"

Unable to keep her composure, Lola burst out into a hysterical fit of giggles - not exactly the best idea to do around fifteen minutes past midnight. "Haha! Do you not know? You have a hangover, Ann!"

"Of course I know! It just really hurts!" whined the Sylveon.

Lola shrugged her shoulders as she got off the wall. "To be honest, I don't exactly remember how to get rid of 'em. I suggest you just sleep it off."

Anais nodded as she sat back into her bed. Barry also understood as he stood up straight, stretching and yawning at the same time.

"I hope you get better, Anais." wished the Blaziken, before he glanced over to his newest lover. "And, I'd hope to see you some more tomorrow!"

With her face now downcast, Lola was disappointed that Barry didn't want to spend the night here. Although, this was really their first day as a couple; you couldn't blame him for taking things slow.

"Alright. Sleep well, Barry." Lola said, drifting over to the fire type and delivering a kiss to her favourite Blaziken in the world. "And make sure you definitely come to see me tomorrow, m'kay?"

Barry nodded and smiled, waving at his cousin before leaving the actual room itself. Lola sighed as she turned off the lights and hopped into her own bed. A bit of silence preceded a snide deadpan from the suffering Sylveon.

"Geez, you two are just all lovey-dovey, aren't you?"

Lola laughed heartily. It was shamelessly true, and someone like Lola certainly wouldn't deny it. Not by a longshot. "You better believe it, Ann. I mean, it's not like I'm super obsessed about him or anything. But, how can I resist a guy like Barry? The dude's cute, toned, and not to mention, absolutely HAWT."

A certain Lucario would certainly tip their hat to that. Anyway, Anais tried to join in with her friend's laughter too, yet her splitting headache restricted her from doing so. "Well, I support you two all the way. Especially if he's got you losing your cool over him, too."

The Lopunny wanted to argue against that, but she had to admit that it was indefinitely true. That Blaziken had her melting like a little schoolgirl.

"Thanks, Ann." said Lola, turning onto her side to be a little more comfortable. "But, what about you? Don't you have your eyes set on someone?"

Huffing, Anais stared at the pitch-black ceiling. It would be for the best that she came clean now. "Well, don't tell anyone, but I really think the Luxray - named Raidon - is pretty cute, you know…"

Lola laughed again. The real victims here were their nearby neighbours who only wanted some peaceful sleep. "As in, Raidon Atos? Ann, I knew you liked him from the get-go!"

"W-What? I mean, you aren't wrong, but how did you know?"

Hey guys, it's ya boi, Giratina. For this part, you may want to refer to about halfway through the first chapter. Thanks. Wait… Does that mean I'm effectively reading myself? Am I speaking or am I narrating? WHAT IS MY LIFE?

Hysterical philosophical dragons aside, Lola scoffed, snuggling up to her pillow. "Dude, I knew just by the way you were looking at him on the first school day this term! You're too easy!"

Thankfully, Anais' blush was concealed by the darkness of the room, and the fact that they were also several metres away from each other. "...J-Just go to bed, b-baka…"

"Goodnight, my little Weeaboufallant!"

It's just so hard to hate her…

A lot of people can't hate her - especially now that she's with Barry. I mean, just look at those reviews!

Reviews? What are you talking about?

...What are YOU talking about?

What's going o- Don't answer that. My head hurts, and I don't need any of your stupid little quips making it worse.

All the better for the both of us, then. I'm off to indulge myself in various juxtapositions of assorted pastries.

"Okay - listen to me. I've spent a lot of time on popular appeals to youngsters these days, so I think I know what I'm talking about." said Brendan, sitting at a table in the mansion's cafeteria before a plate (containing a half finished pizza slice) imported all the way from Kalos. Fancy, huh? "Club Piplup is a thousands times better than RoBlitzle, hands down. I mean, I know that they both offer completely different genres of entertainment, but when it comes to factors such as socializing, the superior application aforementioned just has so much more enjoyable varieties to explore. Don't you agree?"

Sitting across from him, sat a purely confuzzled Barry, sipping through the straw of a banana milkshake. He previously had an Oran berry favoured 'shake, but he had dropped it on the floor earlier. He also had a fresh sandwich on a plate in front of him, but that was to be conserved for his extremely refined taste buds. Barry wasn't a picky person, but his tongue preferred the tastes of richer foodstuffs.

"Uhm, Dad?" begun the Blaziken, removing the straw from his beak and configuring with the strings on his hoodie. "I'm not someone to judge, but I just wanted to let you know that I have utterly no clue what you're talking about."

Brendan waved his son off. "Pfft, you're just jealous because you don't play much games like your friends do, Barry."

Barry scratched his head, nonchalantly, of course. "Dad? I don't have anything to play video games on? Both you and Mom insisted that I don't get any computer systems during my education."

"...Well, we did get you a cellphone, right? You can certainly play games on that." replied Brendan, sweating under his fatherly facade.

"You only got me that cellphone two months ago, Pops…"

Brendan, unable to come up with a reply, threw his talons over his face. "I...I honestly can't believe how bad parents we were being all this time… You mean to tell me that we've sheltered you from the outside world so much, that you've become so unaware of your surroundings…"

With a slap on his knee and a 'hyuck' of happiness, Barry guffawed heavily. "No way, Pops! I think it's great that I wasn't exposed to all of that internet stuff at too young an age. You and Mom only wanted what was best for me, after all. That's what real parents do."

"You think so?"

Barry nodded. "For sure. Video games are boring anyway."

Brendan smiled and ruffled his son's head with a passion. "That's my boy. Now, I'd better get back to the beach; I wanna know if tanning your feathers is actually a thing. See ya!"

"Au revoir, mon pére!" waved Barry, resuming his progress in drinking his milkshake until there was nothing left.

As if to disturb the peace, another figure came up to his spot on the table - a specific Ninetales to be exact - and asserted their presence by lunging over the table and grabbing the Blaziken by the scruff of his chest.

"H-Hey!" yelped Barry, trying hard not to topple his milkshake. "What's the issue, Nester?"

"What do you mean what's the issue? You ruined me, you fuckin' idiot!." screamed Nester the Ninetales in the cafeteria, raising the attention of many others in the room. "All because you had that stupid tape recorder stuffed in your chest; You were working with them all this time!"

Barry put a talon on the forearm that assaulted him, as if begging Nester to release him. "I don't appreciate you calling me names, nor do I have an idea on what you're talking about!"

"Of course you do! Otherwise you wouldn't have had that recorder on you!" Nester bellowed again, seemingly frothing at the corners of his mouth. "To believe that I actually trusted you, Bursyamo."

"Are… Are you alright, Nester? I swear, I don't know anything about this tape recorder business. All I knew is that it was there when Lola and Anais arrived. Otherwise, I don't know a thing, sir."

Nester stared deeply into the Blaziken's eyes - it was obvious that Barry meant no harm whatsoever. He let go of the fire-type's feathers, sighing and calming his tidal waters of anger. "Okay… Okay. I'm sorry, Bursyamo. It's just… ever since I messed up with Anais, my life has been a complete wreck! No one wants to talk to me or anything, and she's just making everything worse."

Putting hygienic priorities first, Barry gestured for Nester to wipe his mouth before he took to having an actual conversation. "Uhm… listen. I don't really have the gist of what's going on between you and Anais, but if she's having to stoop so low, I suggest you just end this feud by going to apologize to her."

"It's honestly not that simple, Bursyamo; she's got some sort of psychological complex that she just can't leave me be or something. I've tried avoiding her, but that clearly hasn't worked at all." whined the Ninetales - very unlike him, though. "Even if I tried to apologise, she'd take it with a grain of salt."

Barry scratched his head in a very familiar manner; Anais was never someone to accept an apology so easily.

"Yeah, I know. I honestly don't know what to do."

Nester threw his arms into the air, exasperated. "Well then. My whole reputation is now a ruin because of her! This… This is unreal!"

"Hey, calm down, Nester. I'm sure that there's some way to negotiate with Anais, you know?" tried Barry, but his pleas meant nothing to the Ninetales, not anymore.

"Negotiate? Next time I see her, I'm gonna do a lot more than just negotiate!" shouted Nester, turning on his heel and walking out of the cafeteria. Something told Barry that the conversation that just took place wasn't very productive - In fact, it was rather the polar opposite.

I've never seen blue so sacred - This trip seems to be spiralling down into an abyss of disaster by the minute! Heck, I don't even know what to do!

O my dear Barry, pray tell - you've come to seek my advice?

Of course; I don't know who else to turn to. I just want a way to end this dispute between Nester and Anais, so we can all finally enjoy this trip.

My child, nothing will become of nothing - one like yourself has many parts to play in the centre stage of life. However, you are destined to achieve greatness, so do not fear it; Embrace it, as only you know what to do in a situation such as this. As old and wise as I may be, there are some things even I cannot do.

I see. Thank you, I will do as much as I can, rather than sit here and panic.

Well heard, Barry. I can only wish you the best with all my heart for the fates of you and your friends. What I'm seeing here isn't only you now, but is also you then, and you to be.

A Midwinter's morning nightmare was made out of this trip so far, and Barry seemed to be in the crossfire of it all. But, that gave him the best chance of ending this little dilemma between his cousin and friend. Regardless, Barry was at the least given time to take some bites out of his sandwich… Except not really. The next people to hop over to his table were the inseparable duo of Anais and Lola. Find out soon, if Barry will ever catch a break to enjoy his sandwich.

"Yo, Barry!" shouted the boisterous yet sly Sylveon, jumping at the bench across from Barry.

"Mornin', Barry." cooed the bubbly yet duplicitous Lopunny, simply sitting herself down at the table adjacent to Barry..

"Good morning, you two." replied Barry, sighing as his phase to eat his beloved meal had to wait. "Has your headache cleared up yet, Anais?"

"Ehh, not really." said Anais, before she glared at the perfect sandwich that cowered before Barry's eager beaks. Surely, she could offer the sandwich a safer harbour - in her stomach. "By the way, Barry, were you gonna eat that sandwich there?"

Barry exhaled, as he pushed the plate of the most delicious contents towards Anais and her salivating mouth. "Not anymore. It's fine if you'd want to eat it."

Anais grinned and accepted the meal that was Barry's only breakfast for the day. He doubted that the dinner ladies would let him go for second grubs, too, so he'd have to wait until the next period to eat, Barry assumed.

Smiling, Lola cuddled up to the crestfallen Blaziken's feathers. The warmth that radiated just by touching Barry was enough to send the normal type into an ecstatic frenzy. "Don't worry, Barry - I'll grab you another sandwich when I go to get my breakfast."

Barry nodded gratefully. "Thank you, I'd like that a lot."

As Anais bit into what was now her sandwich, she decided to bring up a little something that she had found out earlier. Though, this was after swallowing her food now. "Hey Barry - thanks for the 'wich, by the way - but I had saw Nester stomp outta here after talking with you. What's the hype?"

"Uhm, well, he was just sorta upset about the tape recorder thing that happened last night." stammered Barry, unwilling to spill the Poké beans on him and Nester's latest conversation. "Also, you aren't thinking of letting anyone hear what is on that recorder, right?"

The only response that Barry got was a chuckle from Anais, which didn't exactly help him find his answer in the slightest.

"Come on, Barry. Stop being such a worrywart. Don't you know how much of a jerk Nester is? This is the least that we could've done, so you don't need to make such a big deal out of it." remarked Anais, condescendingly rolling her eyes.

"Well, I think I kinda agree with Barry here; Don't you think that we've gone too far with this whole situation?" Lola advised, getting up from her lean on her boyfriend. "The dude's even tried to apologise, too. I say we just let go of this whole thing and move on. You've still got a love life left to live, you know!"

Anais huffed, taking out the tape recorder that looked quite small, but menacing due to the magnitude of entropy it withheld. Just by pressing the bright green button on it's front, Anais could just as easily end the social supremacy held by none other than Nester Queueneufs. However, did she really want to hold so much dangerous power on a miniature device such as a tape recorder, when she could simply just bury the hatchet and end it all?

I… But, Nester's such a huge jerk! Why should I leave this problem be? Why don't I ruin his life while I still have the chance?!

Well, I may not think straight when I'm sober, let alone being drunk, but think about it like this, Anais. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Do you know what that means?

Not really…

From what I understand, it means that if you poke someone's eye out, you realise that they can't poke your eyes out back since they can't see. So, you end up feeling bad for them, and end up poking your own eyes out too! As a result, everyone can't see, because they all had their eyes poked! Duh!

Um… I guess that sorta makes sense.

Don't worry, if you need any more super wise and sage-like advice, you know just who to come crawling to, okay?

Now back into reality, Anais began to rethink her answer. "I mean… He's caused me so much pain, but…" Anais glared at the guileful gadget before her. Was all of this really worth it? "I guess I'm willing to let it go."

Barry smiled, as did Lola, and the Sylveon across from them handed over the tape recorder.

"Here, Barry. Get rid of it for me." commanded Anais. "Oh, and don't think I've turned s-soft or anything. I'm still taking this sandwich."

"No worries, ma'am." happily chirped Barry, taking the cassette out of the device and effortlessly snapping it in half. "It's great to see that you're so forgiving nowadays, Anais."

"Yeah, sure. Don't get your hopes up, kid." deadpanned the Sylveon, taking another bite out of the sandwich, before it was finally finished. "Now, I think I'm gonna go and get some more rest. What about you guys?"

Barry took a scratch at the underside of his beak curiously. "Well, I haven't had my proper breakfast just yet, so I think I might have to stick around longer."

The Blaziken's train of thought was cut off by the feel of Lola's paw on his head. "No, don't worry; I'll go and get you something to eat, m'kay? There's no use of you sitting around being hungry, am I right?"

"Ah, thanks a bunch, Lola."

Lola pecked the Blaziken's beak and waved her fairy type friend goodbye. The trio all went on their separate ways, whether it be going to rest after demolishing a meal, waiting in line to get a meal, or just waiting in general for a compensatory meal. Either way, there was some aura of sloth and counter-productivity going around. What else would you expect from a school trip such as this, though?

Julley threw his house keys on the table as he sauntered through the entrance to his own home. Judging by the eerie silence that bounded off the walls, the Umbreon could only expect that there was no one here just yet.

"Geez, is Cass still at work?" asked Julley, to only the brick walls that surrounded him. "It's as if she's working longer and longer hours everyday."

Taking a look at the clock in the front foyer (with the time reading 3:30PM, or 15:30 for my 24 hour peeps :P), Julley knew that he'd have to pick Julius up from school at this rate. Obviously, that was Cassidy's job since her place of work was closer to the Eevee's school. C'est la vie, as a not so wise Blaziken used to say.

Julley trekked upstairs, firstly seeing his first daughter's room. He smiled as the name "ANAIS" written on the front of her door could never put enough pride inside of his heart. While he still had the time, Julley opened the door, entering his daughter's neat and clean bedroom with unnecessary caution. Of course, her now pink themed wallpaper stood out from amid the other furniture out and about.

"Yikes… Someone ought to teach Anais about interior design." mumbled Julley, venturing further into his daughter's room.

"Tell me about it. I mean, who puts a blue rug in a pink themed room?"

Julley sniggered at the response from his lifelong pal, who never seemed to give him time to himself. "Nice to see you again, Arceus."

Arceus only waved a dismissive gesture at the Umbreon. "Hey, don't mind me here. I'm just here to catch a break from the others. You know how it is."

A nod from the head of Julley allowed him to continue on his examination around Anais' room. On her shelf, stood a couple precious and less-valuable objects on display. Whether it be a cup of various pencils and pens, or a discarded calculator that looks like it wasn't used for a while. Yet, one object particularly caught his eye; a picture covered by a wooden frame. It was a picture of a certainly elated Anais, amongst others that Julley could definitely identify: To her left, stood a beaming Barry Bursyamo, still a Blaziken, and to her right was a grinning Quilava, which Julley knew as Francesca Tornupto. Three of a kind all brandished gleaming smiles, one that was contagious, for sure, as Julley put on a smile of his own.

"Can you believe this, Arceus?" yipped Julley, completely flabbergasted at the portrayal of the next generation. "There are the children of me and my friends! Isn't life… beautiful? Brendan and Jasmine… Tyson and Bonnie… Cass and I… Geez, do I feel old already."

Arcues guffawed like the general jerk he was and will always be… That's if he was a "He" to begin with. "You think you're old? Believe me, you haven't seen old yet. But, I guess it works in your matter too. Sixteen years just flew by, didn't it?"

"Yep, you can say that again."

"Mhmm… It was like it was a flash, or a skip in time, you know?"

"Yeah…"

"As if it was instant, like time stopped and just resumed sixteen years later, you know?"

"...Where are you going with this?"

Arceus shook his head and waved the Umbreon off once again. "Just rambling. Though, I still have all your memories tucked away somewhere, whether it be your first day, or your precious prom night."

Julley laughed as he recalled the first time he met the now rich and famous Brendan Bursyamo. "If anything, I always thought the first time Cass and I met Brendan was a pretty funny experience, considering what a great friend he is to me now."

"Hey shrimp, move over." commanded Brendan, casting a mean glare at the Umbreon.

Without any acts of protest, Julley frantically moved over to make space for the muscled and well-built Pokemon that intervened with their meal. The Blaziken then hopped into the seat with a smug smirk on his face and turned his attention to the Glaceon sitting across the table, who was currently too immersed in her food to be watching the scene in front of her unfold.

"Hey there, Babe." said the overly-confident Blaziken, the same smirk still on his face.

Swallowing her food, Cassidy replied, "Uhh… Hi?" whilst maintaining a friendly smile the whole time. It was a lot easier said than done.

"Name's Brendan, what's yours?" asked Brendan, self assured and audacious as per usual.

"My names Cassidy." answered Cassidy, oblivious of what Brendan's true underlying intentions were.

Brendan noticed Cassidy's naiveté, and decided to take the initiative by asking: "Cassidy… It's a nice name. And you know what? It's a nice day too. Why don't we talk more after school?"

Julley instantly froze up like ice. He didn't know why, but a small spark of hatred began to burn up for this Blaziken.

"Uhh… Sorry Brendan, I got to help my Mom around the house this Afternoon." replied Cassidy, making Julley feel like pumping his fists into the air.

Brendan's confident smirk suddenly turned into a discreet frown, but quickly put on a small smile and rapidly recovered from the rejection. "No worries Babe, I'll see ya around." And with that final sentence, he got up to leave.

"In my opinion, I think that was probably one of the stupidest pick-up lines that I've ever heard in the thousands of eons that I've been alive. I'm glad it didn't actually work." quipped Arceus, laughing in sporadic bursts. "Otherwise, who knows? Maybe Anais would've been a Blaziken!"

Julley's laughter faltered, and the Legendary was the only Pokemon who remained chuckling.

"Uh… Sure, I guess. I think I'm gonna go and rest, now." said Julley, leaving the room.

"Alright. But stop talking aloud all the time - you don't know who else is gonna end up listening!"

Julley rolled his eyes, scoffing at Arceus. "As if, who's gonna hear me? The Mashed Potato Samurai?"

"Whatever."

Shaking his head, Julley walked out of his daughter's room, abandoning Arceus to comically 'Poof' off somewhere else. Meanwhile, he walked across the hallway to his own room, that of which he shared with his one and only soul mate, Cassidy. He looked around to see a relatively empty room, hopping on the bed tucked in the furthest corner. Julley's mind came at ease as the peace and quiet of a desolate house massaged his eardrums. Nothing but the smell of freshly done laundry wafted through the air. The setting sun bathed the entire city in a hue of pink and orange. Julley could only lay back and watch nature do it's job.

"Life… is just incomprehensible…" mumbled Julley to the cream colored ceiling.

…

…

…

...

"It is, isn't it?"

Julley immediately stood up from his bed, spotting the intruder standing tall and proud at the doorway. "A-A-Abby!? How did you even get in here?"

Abby giggled, swaying her luscious hips from side to side and slowly approaching the terrified Umbreon. "Scared, are we Julley? Seems like nothing has really changed these past sixteen years, have they?"

Not even sure how to answer that, Julley stepped down from the bed mattress in order to properly confront the dark type. "What are you doing here? Is there some sort of problem?"

Giggling once again, Abby increased the intensity of which she would whip her hips to and fro, albeit slowing down her speed. "Not at all, my dearest Julley. All I came here to do is, confirm that you did talk to your daughter about our little issue, yes?"

Julley stood there, wide-eyed frozen. Beauties of the sublime had blinded his eyes from all the negatives this world harboured. "I… I…" the Umbreon stammered, finding it hard to communicate when Abby stood right before him.

Clearly having enough of his naivité - Though Abby could never have enough of Julley - the Absol pushed Julley onto his bed, pinning his arms with her own. Her strength advantage had proved once again to be of use. "I'll reiterate what I said, m'kay dear?" warned Abigail, moving her face closer to Julley's. She just loved the way he immediately began blushing. "You did go to your daughter, and talk to her, yes!?"

Her question sounded more of a command, as if the Absol was inquiring to hear exactly what she wanted to hear - and Julley was going to give her just that.

"Y-Yes, I did. She understood fully. Please let go of me…"

Abby grinned, showing the fangs that have only become sharper over the years. "Correct answer, dear. 32 years old, or there about, and you've never changed, Julley. You're still just the same, weak, fragile, yet adorable I obsessed over sixteen years ago. And my, to this very day, I just can't keep myself from lusting over your cute little body. Times haven't changed at all, have they?"

Julley shook his head no, and had his wishes granted as Abby smiled and loosened up her grip on him. She then got off the bed and walked over to the nearby window, Opening it up fully.

"Well, I thank you for your co-operation, my dear Julley. Do not fret, I'll be checking up on you sometime, in this unforeseeable future of ours. Farewell." spoke Abby, not leaving any time for Julley to answer at all by dashing out of the window like a maniac.

Julley sat there, terrified and perturbed.

"Times… Are never gonna change, are they?"

Oh boy, a chapter released somewhat on time? Isn't that just great? As of now, time is giving Sawss and I the stranglehold of the century, so I'm somewhat unable to produce the quality chapters that I had for the last three chapters. However, don't you dare think that we're gonna let up on this story - This ain't gonna be done 'till it's done, son. Though, as of now, I doubt I'm gonna be able to respond to your reviews this chapter. XD It's always better to let 'em build up so I get to reply to all of you guys in mass multitudes, if you get me?

Anyway, thanks a million for reading. We'll catch you guys next chapter, alright?

Question: Hey, remember when these were around? I, Luan, have a question for you! Who is your favourite FEMALE character in the WHOLE of the series… aside from Cassidy. XD I'd love to see your answers! Personally, mine is Jasmine. X3

Alright, signing off!

-Ratsanaul\Sswas Emoswa