THAT SYLVEON
"Bob Ross." -Kons
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Sat on the golden sand and basking on the sun-fried land was a tanning Anais. She was of course, sat all by her lonesome, since Lola was still inside. That wasn't going to stop Anais enjoying a bit of fun in the sun. The sea was roaring with tidal waves crashing at the shore, and the smell of a salty ocean only gave the Sylveon more vigor to jump into the water.
Adjusting in her deck chair, Anais felt a small buzz from the underside of her rump. It was her phone - a message from Fraiser to be exact. The Sylveon smiled once she spotted the notification. What useful information did the Furfrou have in store for her this time?
Anais, hi. I just wantd to knnow, you haven'/t told anyone about the wholle Barry thing, right?
A very powerful smile danced its way onto Anais' face, as she remembered the iron grip lock she had on the miserable Furfrou. Although, it would be a great time to teach him cellphone grammar.
Hmm no but it depends how I'm feeling. Your doing alright for now.
Despite her own very poor display of spelling and grammar, Anais put her phone away for a bit, and instead slapped on a pair of her newest "Brendan Bursyamo" branded sunglasses. I mean, they only cost 2,000 pokedollars each. To Anais and her parents, that sounded like a damn hefty price. On the other hand, when you were related to said Blaziken, the price decreased by 100%. Now, she would be able to sit here under the intense glare of the sun, and hopefully get a decent tan on, too.
Barry walked in his dorm with a plate of a delectable sandwich - courtesy of good gal Lola - that was moments away from being digested in his stomach. However, in order for Barry to truly enjoy the meal, the meaty contents of the sandwich had to be warmed up using the microwave tucked away in the kitchen section of the dorm.
"Yo, Barry. What're you doing?" asked Raidon, whose fur was ruffled like he had just got is blow dried. The classic bed-head struck once again.
"I just want to eat this sandwich." muttered Barry, stuffing the sandwich in the microwave and closing the lid as he set the dials, cracking the knuckles that made up his talons. "When I'm hungry, patience is a virtue that I simply don't have." The microwaved rung, and Barry took the meal out of the machine with a decisive 'fwip', before stuffing it into his beak.
"Geez, you must be hungry." mumbled Raidon dismissively. "But anyway, I guess it's me and you for now. Fraiser's still asleep, or at least, under his covers."
The Raidon pointed at the lump under the bed sheets that temporarily belonged to Fraiser. Though, it was still sort of early, so Barry and Raidon grew under the assumption that he was still asleep.
"Ethhrewun needs dey're seep, I guss." incoherently muttered Barry, his voice suppressed by the mass amounts of food that had yet to go down his oesophagus.
"Right…" Raidon fumbled about with his paws in the time that silence prevailed. There was a certain topic that he longed to discuss with someone like Barry, but hadn't necessarily the guts to inquire. "Uhm, so…"
"What's been on your mind, as of recent?" asked Barry, now swallowing his food.
Raidon had to be extremely honest with the Blaziken; there was too much on chest to be bottling them up. "Okay, okay, it's Anais again. I don't know what to do with that girl. I mean, I really do like her, but my Mom says I shouldn't be frolicking with relationships all willy-nilly!"
Placing his sandwich down on the table, Barry began to think. "Hmm… Well sir, I advise that you listen to your parents. I'm not implying that you shouldn't have any feelings for Anais - It's just that blood is a lot thicker than water, so it's better to obey your mother than to obey your, uh, hormones."
While bamboozled, Raidon took some time to regain his bearings. "W-What? Hormones!? No! I don't like Anais that sort of way! I just really like her, for the type of person she is, I swear!"
"Hey now, I didn't mean it like that! I just suggested that your feelings for Anais may be amplified by release of these chemicals nam-"
"Okay, Barry." told Raidon. "I just got the wrong idea. Though, you really think I should just stay away from Anais? I mean, my Mom got married around 16 or 17, but she isn't allowing me to have a minor relationship with another person in my class? I don't understand her at all!"
"Funnily enough, my parents had me when they were only 17." added Barry. Though,the look on Raidon's face did suggest that the little quip didn't help at all. "Uhm, but enough about me. I know that your mother is just doing this because she's very vigilant over your life. You're the only son, right? It would only make sense that she'd care for you so passionately. But, there's going to be a time where you'll have to make a decision for yourself."
Raidon didn't respond. At least, he didn't respond loud enough for the Blaziken to hear.
"Hey, Raidon. How about we go and chill out on the beach for a while? Just to calm you down." offered Barry, finishing the rest of his sandwich. "It'll be better than staying inside all day."
Huffing, Raidon nodded and flung himself out of bed. The Blaziken seemed to know exactly what would calm him down. "Okay, let's go."
"Sounds like a good plan to my ears." replied Barry, taking off his green Emerald Delta-branded pyjama vest and discarding it on his own bed. "Maintenant, on ira!"
The two left the room, while Fraiser was left behind, still in his bed. The Furfrou peeked a head out of the desolate room, checking for any of his roommates. Alas, they weren't anywhere to be seen in the room, allowing Fraiser to step out of his bed, staring at Barry's vest that was left behind - He recalled the Blaziken sleeping in it since last night.
Fraiser's heart rate increased as he stepped closer to Barry's bed. He clutched the green fabric within his paw, and brought it closer to his nose, taking a long whiff of the scent that came from it.
"Oh, Arceus… I can't believe I'm actually doing this, but…" Fraiser took another sniff of the pyjama vest. "It smells just like him…"
The door burst open, startling the unwary Fraiser out his wits as Barry was the one to enter the room.
"Oh, good morning Fraiser! Raidon and I were just heading down to the beach, bu-" Barry had saw that the Furfrou had, in one of his paws, a very familiar and personal green piece of fabric. "Hold on, is that my vest? What are you doing with it?"
As polite as Barry probably meant to make that sound, there was nothing that could be done to make Fraiser feel any less frightened. His pupils were dilated to the point that they were no bigger than a pea, and his forearms were scared stiff into stone.
"I… I… I…"
"Wait, hold on…" Barry squinted closer at how Frasier had held his dear vest up near to the end of his maw, drawing to an immediately drew to a wayward conclusion. "You're just doing the laundry, aren't you?"
While weakly rasping, Frasier forced himself to nod.
Barry smiled gratefully. "Sorry about that. You're such a great person to others. Thanks a lot. I just came up here to grab my sunglasses. I don't know why I wear them, though. I can't see much as it is." he snidely remarked, taking the pair of tinted spectacles from under his pillow. "Also, sorry if my vest sorta smells funny. I had to borrow some of my dad's deodorant yesterday."
Fraiser experienced a mix of relief and shock, completely struck in disbelief due to the fact that one could be so oblivious and ignorant - to his advantage, no less.
"No, it smells fine."
DAMNIT FRAISER!
Thankfully, Barry's determined smile did not fade away. "Thanks a bunch, Fraiser. Raidon and I will be down at the shore if you need us, by the way."
Fraiser nodded, and waved goodbye to the Blaziken that proceeded to walk out of the room. The Furfrou still couldn't believe his luck, but decided not to question it. Barry was certainly one of life's various natural phenomena, up there with how the Unovan lights and wave propagation; Fraiser knew that taking that factor for granted would be extremely beneficial for him, however. Things like that only came once in a millennium, so why not?
Once Barry has stepped down to the beach sands, he hadn't a view of wherever Raidon was. However, Arceu- I mean, luck was on his side, as Lola met him right at the entrance.
"Hi Barry," the Lopunny squealed, racing to give the fire type a hug. "How was your sandwich? Tasty?"
Barry nodded thankfully. "Yes, it was. Thank you a lot, Lola. I don't know many people like you at all."
Lola cherished the embrace between herself and her very significant other. She melted when Barry wrapped his chiselled arms around her thin torso.
"I… You're like no other. Literally. I can't believe you exist in my life; I love you so much, Barry."
This was a feeling that Barry never felt before. He couldn't believe that he lived without this sensation for fifteen whole years. This level of affection sent his wits spiralling into insanity. All to the point where, and Barry could swear:
He felt a tear twinge and fall down his cheek.
"You r-really mean that?" sputtered the Blaziken, completely at a loss for words.
Lola wagged her head happily. "Of course! You're my number one Blaziken, ya'know! How could I not love you to bits? You and your cute little smile just sends me into a stupor!"
Barry ended up beaming at the Lopunny, as they ended up making physical contact with their mouths and beaks again. This time, Lola took a firm grasp on the fire and fighting type's love handles, while Barry placed his arms around to embrace the normal type's thin and toned midriff. The two were at it for a while, with Lola beginning to pant more and more due to the glare of the sun's heat on her skin.
"Thank you so much, for admitting this to me," mentioned Barry between breaths, before finally pulling away from his lover (albeit unwillingly) to finish the rest of his sentence. "It means the world to me knowing that you would actually tell me that! I can't lie; I never actually figured that someone as pretty and beautiful as you would even think to like someone like me."
Lola put a paw over her mouth to suppress her giggling. "I don't like you, silly - I love you, Barry. You're everything that I never thought I needed, until now. Plus, your eyes are pretty cutsy!"
Laughing a little, Barry took to making a compliment for his girlfriend too. "Your eyes are a lovely, uhm…" the Blaziken had to begin squinting, before just going for a guess. "Brown-pinkish color, right?"
An eyebrow was forced up into the air, as Lola laughed some more. "Come on, Barry! You know that my eyes are hazel - it's like, brown, but way lighter in shade."
So once again, Barry totalled into scratching the back of his head in the fashion that his family seemed to adore so nonchalantly. He looked to the left as a small personal problem began to arise within his chest like a bubble in water. Both seemed ready to burst.
"Sorry, I'm sorry! I don't have very good sight, due to an… astigmatism? Plus, my optician diagnosed me with a slight… colour defect within my eyes - Tritanopia, I do believe - I may have inherited it from my parents." Barry's minor blabber turned into a petit mutter as he realised he was actually raising his voice at his own girlfriend. "So, I'm really sorry if uh… it's just pretty hard to see."
Lola gasped, taking a deep look into Barry's irises. They looked… pale and unsaturated. "R-Really? So… You barely know what I look like?"
"I-I mean, not really. I know what a Lopunny looks like, but it's all sorta blurry." mumbled Barry, who began blushing through his feathers.
Almost immediately, Lola lunged at the Blaziken, not for another kiss, but instead for a hug. Lust was no longer on her agenda, as real love clouded her mind.
"You don't even know how I look like, yet… yet… you truly love me?" sobbed Lola, burying her face inside of Barry's chest fluffs.
"Of course! I can't judge someone over how they look like - That's not love at all! If anything, I love you because of who you are, Lola. You're cheerful, constantly optimistic, and radiant, to name a few." told Barry, making an exuberant smile out of his beak.
"Oh, Barry, you're just the charme-"
"HEY! Are you two gonna quit playing lovey-dovey over there? You're making me sick!" yelled Anais from her deck chair only a few metres away.
Lola put up her hand, making a gesture that Barry didn't really understand. "Suck it, Anais! Get outta here if you don't wanna hear us."
Anais rolled her eyes. Lola was being Lola as always. Anais simply was not in the mood to be making retorts, so she merely grunted and folded up her deck chair to relocate entirely. If her best friend and cousin were going to mindlessly smooch each other to death, the least they could do was at least be a little more discrete about it.
Anais, our Sylveon pal, progressed further down the beach, nearer to the actual waves of the waters that roared and cried against the sea shore where not many people were. The salty waft that was released by the restless ocean caressed her receptors and gave the fairy type a nostalgic massage. It was a feeling that was only enhanced by the sensation of the sand that fit in between her toes while she walked. Finally, Anais had made it close enough to the seas, and claimed a spot for herself in the sizzling sands.
Geez, you'd think that there would be a little break between those two love-Pidgeys. I'm surprised they haven't tried to eat each other just so they could be closer.
Hey! Firstly, I think that's pretty hawt. Secondly, I think you're only upset because you're jealous, Anais.
Jealous? Pffft, I'm not jealous at all. It's just that I don't appreciate them acting like they're the best couple in the world by smothering each other with kisses. It's just overly-obnoxious.
But you can't deny that they were practically made for each other.
Duh, and I am happy for them and all. I just want all of this stupid fairy-tale love between them to quit.
...That's rich coming from the fairy.
Shove it up yours. Just wait until one of them finds some massive flaw in the other, like… like…
Like what?
Ugh, leave me alone. Just because I don't have a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm jealous or desperate.
That can change with the person that's only 6 feet away from you, to your left.
Anais glanced to her left, and felt her heart beat race a little faster. Giratina surely wasn't joking this time around; Her favourite Luxray sat in the sand, just enjoying the gleam of the sun and the softness of the sand. Anais wouldn't say she had a crush on Raidon, but… but… Okay, she did have a crush on Raidon. Don't you start getting wrong ideas, though. It was merely complicated, that's all.
Whether Anais was to speak up or not was simply a matter of her overall guts. A blush began to change the color of her cheeks from pink to red. It proved that it was not healthy to look at the electric type for too long, lest she risk getting a wave of her school-girl senses getting a hold of her again. WAIT - This didn't mean she actually liked Raidon, b-baka!
"Hey! Raidon!" Anais finally called, after approximately five minutes of careful consideration.
Raidon turned around to face the Sylveon, and applied a slightly forced smile on his face in order to stop him gawking at the fantastic Anais. "Oh, hello there, Anais. Sorry about… the other day…"
Anais cocked her head and stared at the Luxray skeptically. There was nothing significant concerning Raidon that she could remember about 'the other day'. "What are you talking about? What other day?"
The Luxray wasn't trying to be some sort of hero; Having to remind Anais of the events that happened a few days ago would only just be painful for them both. "Ugh, nevermind. I had confused you with someone else, sorry."
Thankfully, Anais bought it and shrugged her shoulders. Although, Raidon wasn't so sure whether it would be the brightest of choices to ever mention that again. Ever.
"So, how have you been?" asked Anais.
Raidon flinched at the fact that Anais was having actual conversation with him. Wasn't this what his mother forbid? But… then again, as Barry had told him, there'd come a time where he'd have to make a decision for himself. That time was now.
"I've been great, thanks for asking." answered Raidon, trekking over the imaginary line and delved deep into rebellion. "A lot has been on my mind, but I've come to realise that I was just over complicating things, you know?"
Anais, nodded, glad that she was finally able to talk to the Luxray once again after all this time. "I get it. Though, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
Raidon cheerfully smiled and nodded, having fun with the conversation so far.
"Why… Over the past few times that I tried to talk to you, it was as if you were avoiding me or something. Why? Why wouldn't you want to talk to me?" questioned Anais, not quite angry - rather just very unsure and uncertain.
Huffing, Raidon didn't actually know that Anais was going to catch onto that so easily. Though, as the time was right, Raidon didn't see a reason not to tell her. "W-Well, during that time, my Mom must've heard me talking about you once, and recognised your name, since she told me that I shouldn't talk to you anymore. I was only doing what she had told me to do. Though, I sorta realised that staying away from you isn't a good idea at all."
Internally, Anais grinned like a Chesire Delcatty. Surely this meant something for the Sylveon, right? "Wait - So you're going up against your mother just so you can speak to me?"
"Sure, it's not like she has to know, right?" spoke Raidon, not seeing the smaller meaning behind it all like his chum Anais did. "Hopefully, she wouldn't though."
Anais grinned and laughed, as did the electric type, taking a liking to the good times that she had with Raidon. It was a feeling that she didn't know she missed.
Yet, all of that changed as a third shadow appeared to loom over them. Both Anais and Raidon scuttled around to see who the crushing figure was, and of course, one paled a little more than the other as the recognised the face.
"So, immediately hanging around with another boy, Anais?" crudely grunted the Ninetales that approached them. "I always knew you were a slut, anyway."
Anais stood up out of her seat, as did Raidon when he stood up on all fours to help his friend assert herself on the Ninetales. "Who are you calling a slut, pansy!?"
"You! You ruined my life with your stupid recorder. But in the end, do you know who's gonna win? ME." rudely told Nester, pointing a digit to his firm chest. "So you can wither to death alongside your pussy of a boyfriend, Anais. We'll see how long it'll take you to come crawling back to me." Nester condescendingly pushed a digit against Raidon's forehead, intending to poke fun at the Luxray's assumed cowardice.
Anais let rage consume her, only seeing red through her pupils now. "Listen, Nester. If you wanted to start trouble, you would've just told me in the first place - You're jealous. You couldn't have me if you tried."
Raidon, while in the middle of this, had an urge to appease all of this conflict going on between these two, mostly because he had no clue what this was all about, to be honest.
"Guys, chill out, will you? You'll start making a scene." suggested Raidon, furrowing his brow.
Before Nester could make another response, he only looked at the electric type, before bursting into laughter. "You honestly think you can quieten me, little man?" he bellowed, pushing against the Luxray's forehead again to irritate him. "How about you sit down and drink your milk, while real adults talk, yah?" finally said Nester, before smirking and pushing Raidon away.
"H-Hey! Don't push him." warned Anais, getting closer to the dangerous Ninetales. "Leave him alone, he's not involved."
Nester's smirk grew, as he pushed Raidon again, who of which was getting increasingly annoyed with the rate that the fire type was putting his hands on him. "Or what, Anais? Blow a fuse like you always do?"
Simply getting fed up with the fire type's fruitless antics, Anais put two paws on Nester and flexed, pushing him heads-over-heels and into the sand. Nester stood up, flabbergasted that the Sylveon dared to actually try and touch him again.
"Don't you dare try and fucking touch him, you hear?" declared Anais, retreating to help Raidon back up. Meanwhile, Nester glared swords and daggers at the Sylveon, immediately darting over to her and tackling her within the blink of an eye.
The two rolled down to the confluence between the beach and the raging tides that struggled to make it's mark on the sand. Raidon tried to follow them, but wouldn't risk actually getting involved. Serrated claws were unsheathed, and sharp fangs were brandished against one another just to prove a point.
Then, the duo tumbled into the sweeping waters, effectively breaking them up as they were swept out to the ocean. Anais squealed and tried paddling back to shore, where a screaming Raidon called for her name. Meanwhile, Nester could only hope that the waters were kind to him, as he was brushed from side to side. Raidon inched closer to the water, elbows' deep in raging seas.
"ANAIS! NESTER! GRAB ONTO ME!" Raidon shouted, sticking an arm out for someone to hopefully latch onto. He wasn't very familiar with swimming, so he tried to do as much as he can while resisting the powerful life-threatening currents.
Anais used all of her power to paddle over to Raidon while she still had the energy, clasping onto the Luxray's paw with her jaws like a vice. Raidon winced, but pulled Anais safely back to shore nonetheless. Immediately, the Sylveon coughed up her pride and forgot all about the vendetta she held against Nester, as she also took to screaming his name.
The bellows and chants of his name wasn't enough to encourage Nester to swim, as he was effortlessly swept from side to side without much hope of ever being above the surface long enough to breathe. A few more crashes of waves was all it took for Nester to be dunked into the water again, further and further away from the beach shore.
"NESTER!" Anais cried, sobbing as the beige Ninetales didn't arise to the surface. She burst into a fit of constant tears, while Raidon was only shaken with a newfound fear of the ocean. "Why? Arceus, why?!"
Raidon helped the Sylveon back to her feet, and dragged her up the beach, where the larger majority of the Pokemon resided - He was shocked to find that no one actually heard them yelling at the top of their voices down at the sea's junction with the beach; It cost them the life of a fellow student.
Thankfully, they found Brendan Bursyamo under an umbrella amid the presence of Sally Easel, who were clearly enjoying themselves. Raidon set an exasperated Anais down on the sand, while he engaged the lounging staff.
"Mrs. Easel! N-Nester Queueneufs drowned at the sea!" alerted Raidon, up into the faces of both Mr. Bursyamo and Ms. Easel with a grave look on his face; The Weavile knew he wasn't joking at all.
Immediately, Sally jumped up onto her feet. "Brendan, go down to the shore, get the authorities and search for any signs of him." Brendan nodded and took a walkie-talkie out of his chest fluff while he paced over to the main mansion. "Now, can you tell me exactly what happened?"
Oh boy, this chapter was actually a little more dark than we had expected. See? This is what happens when I let Sawss write some after about four weeks of That Sylveon deprivation XD. Now, allow Luan to respond to your reviews.
IWG: You know, we don't even write Giratina. As soon as the document is uploaded, those sentences just seem to 'appear' out of nowhere. We've seen a therapist about this, but he says it's hallucinations we've been experiencing…
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IronDracoKnight: I mean… What isn't a female?
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