THAT SYLVEON

Okay, now that I've become slightly more available (BUT NOT BY A LOT), I've been able to work a little more on writing. Here's where things get spooky. For those who celebrated it, hope you enjoyed your Halloween. Get ready for Christmas. Just don't expect any Spooktober memes here… Okay maybe a few. Just don't tell Sawss.

Big shoutouts to all who read this story on the server! Shoutouts to Russian Brendan too. It was an amazing read, and I can't wait for the next! What's this? You didn't know it was being read? Better join the server then… ;3

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"Well, I'm really glad they didn't mess the place up."

Julley stepped into his own home, seeing his two children sat on the couch. One was watching the television intently, while the other seemed to be staring at their digits. Half a pizza in its box was neglected on the table.

"Hi, Dad." they both said in unison. That sorta creeped Julley out. Looks like Spooktober's going overtime.

…

Don't tell Sawss.

"Evening, you two. Did everything go alright?" asked Julley, to which Julius didn't respond; the Eevee was too invested in his television programme to even look away from the screen.

"Yeah, it was fine." answered Anais, before she too went into the mesmerised state of staring at the TV. On the other hand, there was something visibly off about Julley's eldest child. Unlike Julius, Anais looked dazed - her wide eyes weren't followed by a smile of excitement.

Julley wrote it off as his brain overthinking, and sat on an adjacent couch from his children. "That's great. I have some news for you too. Your Aunt Jasmine, is pregnant with another child."

Of course, Julius wasn't fazed at all, but Anais' eyes widened with surprise.

"Another child? Wow, that's great, I bet it'll be a boy!"

Julley smiled, but shook his head. "Hmm, my gut instinct tells me it's gonna be a girl."

Julius finally took his eyes away from the television, and gave an input to the conversation for the first time. "Why not both?"

Anais gave a bamboozled stare to her younger brother, but Julley had only laughed at the ignorance of his baby boy. Both reactions were reasonable.

"Well, we'll have to wait and see. Give me one second." Julley stood up, and left the room to go to the kitchen. Once he was out of sight, Julius hopped over to his elder sister's side, making kissy faces and jumping up and down on the sofa.

"Ugh, you've been doing that for the entire day." complained Anais, reminiscing the event that happened between herself and Raidon. "Give it a break already."

Julius shook his head, and intensified the teasing.

"Seriously! Knock it off!" Anais pushed the Eevee over, off the couch, and onto the floor, creating a large "THUD" noise.

"OW!" screamed the Eevee, landing not-so softly onto the tiles. Jangling could be heard at the main entrance. "That hurt!"

Anais, however, had no remorse for the perilous pest. "Well what do you expect? Stop being so annoying!"

Are you seriously brawling with a little kid? Let alone your own baby brother.

I can't believe you're being so easily deceived by this little punk-Raticate. He knows exactly what he's doing. It's only a matter of time that he gets the response he's looking for out of me.

Pouting in anger, Julius retaliated by pouncing onto the Sylveon, pelting her with many flailing paws. Although, this only fueled Anais' umbrage, as she pushed Julius back onto the floor, with a lot more force this time. The jangling noise became slightly louder.

And that time might be now.

"I seriously mean it, Julius. Actually stop." threatened Anais. The warning did fall on deaf ears, as Julius darted at his elder for a third time, now hitting her in the nose with a headbutt.

Anais was sent further into the couch, surprised that her younger sibling could pack such a punch. She had to settle this. Using a paw as a projectile, she threw a punch into Julius' nose as well, not pulling back any sort of force whatsoever. The jangling noise at the entrance hit it's peak volume.

Julius wailed, as he was launched across the floor, hitting his head against the wall right next to the door of the lounge. At this very moment, the jangling sound had ceased, and the front door was opened. Cassidy, the mother of the two brawling children, entered the house, spotting her youngest child at the foot of the lounge wall, ready to cry his eyes out. Julley, who had just emerged from the kitchen to see what the source of the thuds were, also observed the bawling Eevee on the floor.

Both parents eyes locked onto the Sylveon that stood on the couch.

"Anais!? What are you doing?!" cried Cassidy, running over to her youngest child's aid.

Julley stepped into the room also, confused as he would be in every other chapter. "W-What? What's going on?"

"I-It wasn't my fault! He kept bothering me!" declared Anais, stepping down from the couch and onto the same level as her parents and fallen brother.

"You should know better, Anais! What's going through that head of yours?!" shouted the mother of the house, rubbing the back of Julius' head.

"Ugh, there's no justice in this house at all." retorted Anais, now facing her mother dead in the eyes. "That kid of yours is spoiled brat who gets everything he wants, because of your parenting!"

Cassidy now relieved herself of her crouching position, and stood eye-eye on all digits with her daughter, who felt a pang of regret surge through her veins. Julius (who wasn't harmed at all), noticed the frightening situation before him, and used this opportunity to make himself scarce. Julley could only stand and watch - he knew intervening would only make matters worse.

"Upstairs." hissed Cassidy, brows tensely furrowed and teeth clenched together.

Letting out a cry of frustration, Anais' did what she was told, stomping thunderously up the stairs and into her room.

Cassidy turned to her husband, a mixed smoothie of emotions melted onto her face, as she threw her head into a paw, sombrely stumbling into the kitchen.

Julley, who was the remaining Eeveelution in the lounge, gazed upon the dent in the wall where his son once laid. It looked as if someone took their rage out on the wall with a baseball bat.

He huffed, knowing that reparations were about to come out of his pocket. Consolation of his wife will come first. Later, he'll wonder how in the world that dent was even made.

So was Julius travelling fast as lightning, or does he secretly weigh the same as a Snorlax? So many questions, and only 5,000 words or so to fit them in!

The brilliant city of West Latias was marinated in an orange hue. The sun at the horizon electrified the streets, and brought a lively hope upon the area it looked down on. It was literally a golden opportunity to be outside, and the Bursyamo's weren't about to miss their chance.

"One-hundred and ten, one-hundred and eleven… Come on, Barry! I could do more with one arm!" yelled Brendan, spectating his son perform push ups out in their large expanse of a garden.

"Sorry Pops. I'm having a hard time concentrating." excused the young Blaziken son, putting a little more effort into his exercise. "Plus, my arms are getting kinda tired…"

Jasmine, who laid a paw on her belly while laying out in the sun. Grey clouds due fair into the Western direction looked eager to introduce themselves. "Come on, Brendan, stop it. He's done all he can."

"What? No Bursyamo of mine is gonna do less than two-hundo pushies and get off scot free!" argued the head Bursyamo himself. "When I was your age, I could do a whole thousand… with no arms at all!"

"Brendan." said Jasmine… No, stated Jasmine. Yeah, that's much better. She now took off her sunglasses, and took the Blaziken by surprise with a very curled eyebrow that would give Dwebble "The Geodude" Johnson a run for his money… and extensive acting career. "I said stop it."

"Yes ma'am!" immediately replied Brendan, helping Barry to his feet with his own two talons.

Smirking, Jasmine put her shades back on and resumed her sunbathing. If you excluded the worthwhile pain of childbirth and occasional need for sugar (in both regards), it really did pay to be a woman in the Bursyamo residence.

"Thank you, Dad." begun Barry, dusting himself off. "I think I'm so out of form since I've had a couple things on my mind."

"Hey, why not let me know what's up? Maybe I could help you out." advised Brendan, placing a talon on his hip and engaging conversation mode. "Just out of curiosity, do you have that song, Delphox-cito stuck in your head too?"

"Uhh… no? Do you?"

"...No."

"Right, So um… There's this girl at my school, and I really really like her, an-"

"HOLD ON!" screamed Jasmine, sitting up and perking her ears. "Okay. Proceed."

Barry tried hard not to heed his mothers heck of an intrusive personality. "O-Okay, so anyways, there's this girl that I really really like at school, and she really really likes me back too. But like… I don't know why I like her. I don't know whether it's a case of me not being able to explain my emotions, or me not having emotions at all, and using ignorance as a facade to hide the fact that I don't actually like her as much as I thought."

Clearing his throat, Brendan took centre stage to answer his son's dilemma. "Well my dude, you need to understand what made you like her in the first place, and compare that time to, uhh, right now."

"Right, okay, that makes sense." Barry said, looking up to the blue skies to reminisce. "I suppose I started liking her awhile ago, since we'd talk sometimes. Although, I don't really think I talked to her enough. I guess I kinda just said I liked her a lot because she said that she liked me too, a-and I didn't really know what else to say…"

"Barry, Barry, Barry." spoke the very wise (in this particular context) Jasmine. "That's like, the first rule of relationships."

Barry's back straightened out in surprise. "Really? I thought the first rule of relationships was 'if it touches your throat, you need something smaller'?"

"W-W-Who told you that?" exclaimed Jasmine, immediately looking at her husband, who put up his talons in defense.

"Hey! You can't blame me! I kinda thought it was that too."

Looking at the floor sheepishly… Or should I say… Mareepishly, Barry twiddled his digits, and let a bead of sweat sail to his beak. "Uhh, well it was Anais who told me."

"Well, that's untrue, because I married your father. Anyway, you should probably let her know how you really feel, given that what, you're her boyfriend now right?" asked Jasmine, hoisting up another eyebrow, to which Barry nodded. You could smell the uncertainty radiate from his body structure. "Barry, do you even know what a boyfriend even means?"

"Y-Yeah! It's like… Well it's not a food, that's for sure."

"..."

"You know, Jazz, he's not wrong."

Like father, uncannily like son… unfortunately. Jasmine pinched the bridge of her nose exasperatedly. "Just - listen, okay? I really want what's best for you Barry, and I'm all for relationships too. Buuuuut, if it's giving you such emotional grief, I don't think it's in your best interest if you pursue this kind of relationship."

This is the kind of dilemma Barry wanted to avoid. "R-Right. Thank you Mom. I hope this won't be too difficult - it would be kind of hard considering both of our feelings in the situation." explained Barry, gazing down toward the ground, remembering the intimate moment himself and Lola shared merely earlier in the same day.

His father came from behind h-

Okay okay. Luan, I just want you evaluate that there sentence for me, m'kay.

Ugh, fiiiine. Brendan laid a reassuring hand on his son. "Barry, don't let this one problem decide your future. You're a strong young man with a greater potential than a whole statvolt! Just keep calm, and tell this girl how you feel. How you really feel."

This was probably the best advice given to him by his father, by a very large margin. Nonetheless, the elder Blaziken told of a very wise point. One that he would have to heed and execute cautiously.

"Yeah, yeah! You're both right, thank you! I feel a lot better now." energetically exclaimed our eager teen. The joy that radiated from Barry's beam brought down an atmosphere of elation to add to the exciting mood.

Jasmine, considering her work here to be done, laid back in her deck chair. "Anything for you, kiddo."

"You're welcome, buddy." said Brendan, giving Barry one more pat on his back. "Now, I really hope you're going to finish those push-ups of yours."

Of course, battling always came with a price; getting back down on his hands and knees, Barry complied with the instruction and resumed exercising.

"Now, for the twenty-seventh match of La Liga del Reyes - Sapphire Alphas versus Silver Souls! Here's the starting six for the Sapphire Alphas: Number 1, Kevin de Brionne! Number 2, Inkay Gündoğan! Number 3, Sergio Aggron! Number 4, Aymeric Lapras! Number 5…"

It was more than just alone in Anais' room. It was completely barren. The only light source was from the laptop, which she occupied herself with reruns of famous battles that took place in history while lounging on her bed. However, she wasn't the only viewer.

"Is this how things are really gonna be Anais? Again?" Giratina droned from his space on the floor. They clearly had nothing better to do either, thus they spent time with their very dear cohort. "I swear, you get in these moods every other chapt- I mean, week."

Rolling over to a more comfortable side, Anais flicked a glance over to the Legendary that 'guides' her. "Leave me alone. I just want this day to end. I'm just so confused with what's happened today, and I just want everything to… disappear."

"So like… You're emotionally constipated?"

Now, Anais had fully turned to face Giratina. "What actually goes through your head? Can you actually give me some advice?! If you're here to laugh at my life, now is not the time."

"Easy now dude, I'm not your enemy. I'm your metaphorical laxative." Giratina spoke. As dumb as it was, Anais could only sigh and listen to what the dragon had to say.

"Ugh, fine. I'm sorry."

Doesn't it just feel great to have someone agree with you for once? And, y'know, not just laugh in your face? "Thank you. Now, I can see why you're upset. What with your parents and all."

"Parents?" propping herself up on her paws, Anais replied in slight alarm. "You think I'm mad over the thing that happened with Julius? That's not really on my mind right now."

"Well let me know, then. I'm not a psychic, you know."

"I suppose, it's just been the whole shabang with Raidon. I did sort of like spending time with him, but what I fail to understand is why he'd leave so suddenly like that? Sure, he said he had to go or something, but why so abruptly like that?" pondered Anais, twisting and turning on her bed in confusion.

Giratina smirked cheekily. The dragon was up to something. "Soooo… are you just gonna ignore the fact that he said that he liked you back, or..?"

It was more than evident that Anais had acknowledged the Tropius in the room a long time ago. It was dark, sure, but her blush was always visible.

"S-Shut your face… For now. I just want to know why he'd leave like that."

"Uhhh, well as I said earlier, I'm not psychic."

"THEN THINK!"

Unfortunately, it was not known that Giratina doesn't do too well under pressure. Nonetheless, the duo put their thinking caps on. It was only a matter of time before someone got an ans-

"Hey wait." Giratina interrupted the silence with an intelligent interjection. "Didn't Raidon get a phone call before he left?"

Although her memory was fuzzy from all this drama, Anais could still bring herself to remember, and nodded. "Yeah, I saw the caller ID. It was from his Mom."

"And uhh, didn't your Dad tell you sometime ago that his mom didn't want him being around you anymore?"

"Yeah he did, but I don't see what that has to do wi… Ohh…"

"..."

"... who remained in form the whole season. Now for the Silver Souls starting six: Number 1, the Pokemon in form, Cristiano Armaldo! Number 2, Douglas Carracosta! Number 3, Mattia de Scizor! Number 4, Pangoro Dybala! Number 5…"

"Aw, shit."

Okay, so end of chapter. A lot shorter than the standard, so I do apologise. But hey, quality over quantity, right? Hopefully, you all know what to do if you'd like to join the discord server - Let me know at Luanastar #8453, and I'll give you the hook up with an invite. By the way, brownie points to anyone who figures out what the catch was with the names of the listed battlers in this chapter, and what the battlers of each team had in common with each other.

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