Just got a text from Nintendo; Julley confirmed for Smash.
Also Raidon dies.
Also KariffChief, we love you 3
THAT SYLVEON
That's right, tell your friends. Chapter 37 is yet, Christmas is right around the corner. What do you guys want for Christmas? A steady and actually reliable occupation? Gosh, glad to see we're in the same boat.
Also, gosh I'm such an idiot; Instead of going through all the garbage of asking me on FF for an invite, friend me on Discord Luanastar#5525 and I'll invite you straight away from there. I can't believe I made you go through such a long winded process for all these years. I'm so sorry lol
LuanOTP owns nothing.
With his head resting on his paws, Julley found miserable entertainment in lifelessly watching news on the television. However, his strained eyes hid a bad omen in his head. He glanced right, and watched his son, Julius, run around in circles.
Ugh, being a dad sucks.
Hey! Don't say that! You don't mean that, do you?
I mean, a little. It's boring! I feel like wet cardboard.
I feel that's all in your head. Being a dad is cool. You now have the authority to make incredible Dad jokes with no letup whatsoever.
I'm not even good at making jokes…
Hi 'Not even good making jokes', I'm Dad!
…
That's how you do it.
Being a Dad is lame.
Okay, maybe you're just lame. At least, having children of your own must be really nice.
Anais is pretty cool. But, what about my own wife? She's been messaging her yoga instructor, and it just makes me feel… Curious… but also really upset…
Ugh, dry your wet blanket, Julley! You aren't 16 anymore, so literally no one will give you sympathy.
"Julius," he began, slowly shifting his gaze back to the television. "You know you won't catch your tail if you keep running like that."
The little tyke stopped only for a second to stare meanly at his father as still as a statue.
"Gosh… you remind me of Cass's ice sculptures…"
Julius smiled for basically no reason, before continuing his circular motion.
"Thank you very much for that update, Lisa. Now, in other news, a sixteen-year old male Ninetales was reported missing while on a school trip to the beach. Sources have confirmed that the Ninetales committed suicide for unknown reasons.
Julley sat up in his seat, looking at the television intently. Eyebrows up with the whole shebang. He had sort of forgotten that he was watching this thing in the first place.
"The investigation is ongoing. The school that the Ninetales attended will be suspended for a few days while the case is being worked. More to come on the story, but let's take a quick break for the weather. Charlotte?"
"Thank you very much, Michael. Now, across the Eastern side of West Latias, you can expect whatever the author describes…"
Hey… Didn't Anais' school go to the beach? I'll ask her when she gets back.
Huffing, Julley had slumped back into the sofa. His eyes went back to wandering the lifeless interior before him. That's when he realised his son was no longer in the room. No wonder the place was suddenly lacklustre… He really needed something to do around here.
Hey, maybe you should take up yoga!
You know what, Arceus, I could actually murder someone over that joke.
…
Wow, that came off as really out of character for you, man. Not cool.
You're not cool!
Actually, I am.
Looking back up from the weird position he was in, Julley found Julius trotting from the entrance to the main table. There were four envelopes in his maw. At least the three year old was useful for something that wasn't running in circles and destroying his father's property.
"Hey, Julius, could you pass them over here?" beckoned Julley, holding his paw out.
Julius did so, before returning to his obnoxious past time once again. That kid seriously needs to be tranquilised.
Julley found that only two of them were for him, while the remaining two was for Cassidy. The Umbreon glanced at each one, trying to get an eye for their recipients. Three of them looked very formal. However, the fourth letter, belonging to Cassidy, looked much, much different. By that, the front looked like it was handwritten.
'Pour ma chère, Cassidy' it read on the front. This was the one time Julley regretted skipping out on language classes as a youngster. The words looked like absolute nonsense to him. The kind that he'd hear come out of Brendan's mouth or something.
Arceus, please help me out here. I have no idea what it says.
Hmm, how about no? You've been nothing but mean to me this entire day, ya meanie.
W-What! Are you for real?
Haha, of course I'm joking, scrub. It reads 'For my dear Cassidy' in Kalosian.
Phew, thanks, but this doesn't help my suspicions at all. I kinda wanna open it to check what's inside…
Woah there, Mr. Post Office! Not only do you close ridiculously early on weekdays, but also, you should not go through other people's mail! It's morally psychotic.
Alright, alright, I get it. I shouldn't be taking advice from you at all, but I'm sort of at a loss. Okay Arceus, what do I do…?
Wait… You're asking for my advice?
What? Of course I am!
Yes! Just like the old times! Arceus and Julley, back at it again∼
Uh oh...
Alright, so check it - Give Cass the letter instead, and wait for her to open it. Once she has, wait for her to leave the letter somewhere, then BOOM! You go in for the kill.
Julley scratched his chin. His chin that he hadn't scratched for awhile now. The idea had him raising his eyebrows in major consideration. A small peek wouldn't hurt, right? Even if his wife had caught him, he could always just blag and say he's getting old. 32 is quite old, I'd say.
I guess that doesn't sound too bad an idea. Alright, we'll see how it goes.
I love you, Raging Sylveon. Uh, I mean, break a leg, Breon.
Uh… What did you just call m-
I SAID BREON!
O-Oh...
Actually, it was Breon-Solian. Nonetheless, Julley nodded to himself, and faced the window with two of the letters (that belonged to him) in his paws. He tore the letters open, unsurprised to find more bills. His mood felt like the many Pokemon that he could see through the window, being caught in the rain. He sighed, and patiently waited for his wife to return home.
It was around now that Julley realised, he had a distinct lack of people about him. Loneliness was his friend for sure, but misery was his nemesis.
"Since when did my life get so boring?" Julley reminisced to his son, who of course, would have no idea what his father was on about.
I'll tell you when: 10th of March, 2017, that's when.
I… I don't get it.
Of course you don't…
The Umbreon took one last look at his wife's name written in surprisingly beautiful black cursive. Whoever was the author definitely had an agenda.
Turning over in a hump, Julley decided to shut off and do the most dad thing you could do in existence: fall asleep on the couch during the afternoon.
"Ahaha! Anais, hurry!"
That was the cry of Raidon to his new fairy girlfriend, Anais Breon Solian. Both had endured torrents or rainfall upon the city of West Latias. Just when Raidon believed he was going to turn into a water type, he found a canopy tree to rest under. Anais followed closely behind, exasperatedly sitting next to him. Now, they laid asymptotically under the swaying dark green leaves, until the Sylveon decided to break the trend by cuddling nice and close to the Luxray's drenched furry coat.
"Man, what a thrill! I've never slid down a hill so fast in my life!" Raidon yipped, accepting the snuggle offered by his latest girlfriend.
Even though there wasn't anything funny that Raidon had said in particular, Anais chuckled simply at the way her boyfriend talked.
"Aha, I know. I've never slid down a hill, period." remarked the Sylveon, changing her position such that she was lying across Raidon's abdomen. "Was seriously a lot of fun, though."
Raidon smiled in agreement. However, he felt an obligation to address the elephant in the room.
"Yeah… Sorry to bring it up again, Anais, but what about Bella? What was all that about?"
Of course, Anais knew that there was no avoiding the question, but she definitely didn't want to have to answer it now. Pouting, she exhaled through her nose amd prepared herself.
"Okay, Raidon? I'm going to be really honest with you. I was uhh… really into you. For a long time now." truthfully told the flustered fairy, who watched the Luxray's eyebrows be raised higher and higher. "So, ages ago, I said to Bella that you were gross and weird, just so she wouldn't try anything with you while I was with Nester… Because I'm selfish."
"O-Oh…" Raidon blurted, blushing a little himself. "I had no idea. So what had happened today?"
Anais looked to the shadowed grassy blades. "Well… Don't make it a big deal, but I found Bella, super depressed in the school halls. She told me that she had been thinking about you for awhile. It had upset her that she had no shot with you, so I kinda… encouraged her to have a go with you."
Now it had clicked in the Luxray's brain. "Ohhh… now I get it. I suppose that does justify her feelings just then."
"I know… I'm so selfish, aren't I?" fake sobbed Anais, keeping one eye open to see how Raidon would react.
"Hmm… When you put it like that, yeah, I guess you kinda are."
Anais sat up, shocked. "W-What! I don't believe you'd actually say something like that!"
"Ahaha, easy, easy, Anais. I was only kidding. Listen, I think it's a matter of you and Bella talking things out." reasoned Raidon, sitting up to the same level as his girlfriend. "After all, you weren't actually meaning to hurt her feelings. I'm sure she'll understand. Maybe just not right now."
"Ugh… You're right. Thanks for everything, Raidon."
"It's alright, Anais."
The Sylveon looked up, acknowledging the consistent rain and gradual darkening of the sky as the light began to head out. She pulled out her phone, and after witnessing the time on her screen, she poked her latest significant other in the side.
"Damn, Raidon! Have you seen what time it is?"
Then, Raidon had brushed his fur such that a watch became visible. A silver watch that Anais had no idea he had.
"Darn, you're right. My mom isn't gonna be very happy with me now. I suppose we should get going soon."
The couple stood up, bearing the rain to trek out of the grassy field and finally back to the suburban side of West Latias. Anais looked back at the tree that they were just at. For some reason, it made her heart flutter.
Suddenly, Raidon stopped walking, and turned around.
"Hey, I gotta go down here. You live that way, right?" he asked, pointing in the direction slightly to their left.
"Y-Yeah…"
"Well, hope we can do this again sometime. See you later, Anais!"
The electric type swivelled around, ready to cross the street with promptitude. However, Anais was faster.
"Raidon, wait!" she called out, speedily trotting to catch up to the Luxray.
"Huh? Are you alright?"
Anais looked down and to the right, and the soggy sodden pavement. "I just… I wanted to thank you, for taking care of me and making me feel happier. It was so thoughtful, and…"
She broke off into silence the more she stared into the Luxray's gleaming eyes. Immediately, she latched herself onto Raidon's frame, closing her eyes and constricting her arms around his neck.
"Thank you so much, Raidon." Anais whispered into Raidon's sensitive ears, a blush the colour of the fur coming onto her pale pink cheeks. "Seriously. I thought I was gonna be miserable after today, but you've really turned my life around."
"Ahaha, it's alright, Anais. Anything for you."
Anais smiled softly. Embracing Raidon for this long put a warm feeling in her stomach. Eventually, the two had to break away, though. The jet black quadruple took a step back, but wore a textbook grin as he waved and crossed the road. His fairy of a girlfriend stood in the showering rain, sadly smiling yet also waving back. Despite the horrible overcast, just looking at the Raidon parted the skies and shone sunlight down on her.
No way. I can't be. Not now… it's too early…
What are you talking about? Or um… is this a 'girl' thing?
What? N-No, you idiot…
Oh. My bad. Then what?
I… I think I'm catching feelings, Giratina.
Barry stepped foot into his home after wiping his wet talons, and was immediately bombarded with the sound of wailing two-fold. He forgot he had siblings.
"BARRY!" screamed his mother from upstairs, making him wince in pain. He had sensitive ears, y'know. "UPSTAIRS, NOW!"
"Yes, Mom!" called back Barry, now racing up the stairs to his parents' room where all the commotion was happening.
He opened the door, and witnessed the scene before him; near the trophy cabinet was a crib large enough for two small cubs to reside. Respectfully, two bawling, riotous Riolus jumped with resounding rage. On the other side of the room, near the rain-stained windows was his parents' bed, who experienced the fearsome sobbing of the terrible twins firsthand.
His mother sat up in bed next to another figure, who was still lying down.
"Barry, could you find out what's wrong with your sisters? Your father just came back from battling, and Arceus, I'm in too much pain to sort it out." mused Jasmine in discomfort. Her usually stunning red eyes looked dull and pale from lack of rest.
"O-Oh, no worries." replied Barry obediently, hurrying over to the duo instigating a brouhaha. "Have you named them, yet?"
Jasmine turned over, and went back under the blankets. "Not yet - we'll name them after your father gets up. For now, just try to get them to be any quieter."
"Heard…" mused Barry, picking one of his siblings up and feeling his ears begin to give out already. "Golly, you're pretty loud… What's wrong with you?"
Tears ran down from the Riolu's face, staining the pristine crimson carpet. Every so often, when the child would open their eyes, they'd point to a position around the bottom side of his parents' bed. Barry caught onto this, and took a glance for himself.
"Oy, what are you looking at, buddy?" kindly asked Barry, as if his sisters actually understood whatever came out of his mouth. Now that the Blaziken had a sight for himself, he too also noticed something strange about what was under the bed.
Carefully, he placed his baby sister back in her cot, and knelt down. With a more detailed observation, Barry found that there were 2 pairs of eyes glaring back at him, making him recoil at first. Be that as it may, when the brave Blaziken extended a talon toward the set of eyes, he felt something soft between his digits.
"Wait… what the heck?"
Barry's comment was followed by the reveal of whatever was under the bed. Two slightly small objects with glittering eyes sat comfortably in his hands: A Mudkip plushie with a quaint and slightly mischievous smile on his mouth, and a Charizard plushie that wore a slightly perplexed face.
"Huh? What are these doing under the bed?" asked Barry to no one exactly. However, his mother had sat back up, and noticed the sudden silence in the room, save for some sombre sniffles.
"Are you joking? That's what they were crying about this entire time? Just a Mudkip and a stupid Charizard plush?" frustratedly groaned Jasmine, yet Barry seemed to find amusement out of the situation. "I can already tell these kids are gonna be a handful."
"Ahaha! Come on, Mom! Charizards aren't that stupid… I think they're pretty cool, actually." replied the 15 year old son of Brendan Bursyamo, holding the two plushies in both hands. "Plus, I think they were just a little spooked because they only say the eyes of the plushies. I suppose I'd be a little freaked out, too."
Jasmine, the aura Pokemon, stretched out her limbs and raised a loud yawn. THe bags under her eyes told stories of many sleepless nights. "Well, I still think Charizards are dumb. Go and hide those things away from the little ones, alright?"
"No worries, Mom. How about it, though? A Charizard and a Mudkip living under a Lucario's bed! I've actually never seen that one before." joked the blaze Pokemon as he chortled his way to the door.
Amid the situation, fumbling came from the previously inactive side of the bed. Brendan, the elder Blaziken began to awaken. Slowly, the fire type lifted himself to sit up, and released a couple of faded yawns.
"Ugh…" moaned Brendan, scratching his ear and turning to his wife and son. "Yo, you two… What's going on?"
Jasmine turned to her husband, and delivered a quick peck on his beak. "Barry was just helping calm the kids down, and he's done a pretty good job actually."
Three pairs of eyes turned to the babies, who were now happily calmer, which benefitted everyone's joy.
"O-Oh yeah! I completely forgot about the little tykes over there." Brendan called out, slapping his head in a very typical Bursyamo fashion. "Arceus above, I can't believe I'm a Dad again-"
"Alright, alright, we get it Brendan." deadpanned the impatient Lucario. "What will we name them, though?"
Barry had brought out one of the Riolus who hadn't been crying as much as the other, evident by the difference in how puffy their eyes were. The teen son gave the child to his mother, who took the Riolu in accepting arms.
"Ooo, she's a cute one. Let's give you a cute name." said Jasmine, holding the now smiling fighting baby Pokemon higher above her head, throwing her up a little, then catching her. Although, the mood of the situation did a complete turn on it's top when the Riolu had reached for the appendages on the back of her mother's head, gripping it tightly.
"SHIT ㅡ SOMEONE GET THIS FUCKHEAD OFF ME, NOW!" screamed the mother of the child, making Barry act quickly to remove the terror child from the Lucario in agony.
"Golly, that shook me out of my talons." Barry had quipped, trotting over to his father's side of the bed.
"Golly… No one wanted to hear that, Babe." joked Brendan, taking the Riolu from his son's arms. "Now, what was that name you had in mind way back, Jasmine?
Jasmine carefully stroked the things upon the back of her head. I really have no idea what they are. "Ugh, damn… Like father, like son. So, Jacie, right? That should be her name. Alsooo, I told you she was gonna be a girl!"
"Don't start that again. Anyway, I feel Jacie is a good name for the kid. No one's gonna bully you in school, right Jacie?" hyped the father of the young Riolu, tossing her up and down like a very responsible adult. "Does she need a middle name?"
"Oh yeah, sure. What's your Mom's surname?"
"Umm…" Brendan put his baby daughters small paw under his chin, and pretended to be in deep thought. "You know, that's something I've never really thought about."
"What? Don't you know what her name is? Don't tell me she's just a Bursyamo." rebuttled the cheeky Lucario, in disbelief. However, Brendan still shook his head.
"I-I'm serious, J-Jasmine." the father of three croaked, looking at his wife with certain eyes. "But it's alright. I'll call up Bonnie, and she'll know. It's alright."
"Brendan… I just can't believe you don't know…"
Jasmine shook her head while her vacuous husband snatch his phone from the dresser with his free hand. Jacie, the latest edition to the Bursyamo gang, glared lifelessly at her older brother who stood at the opposite side of the room now, next to the crib of the other unnamed Riolu. To sum it up, there was a whole lot of silence.
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Click*
"..."
"Hello?"
The voice was unlike the one Brendan was expecting, unless Bonnie had been taking testosterone.
"Oh hey! Tyson! How're you doing?" exclaimed Brendan, trying to overcome the humming noise in the background.
"Brendan? Is that the latest father on the block? I've been doing great since you guys whooped our butts in Johto. Hey! Do you remember the after-party? That Charizard looked like she wanted more than just a ride home, if you nawww, mean?"
Brendan made quick, subtle glances to his wife, who he hoped didn't catch that, otherwise those paws will be around his neck in no time.
"U-Um… We'll catch up later, Francisco. Is Bonnie around? I need to ask her something."
"No dice, bro. She's training for the internationals, and so should you to be honest. She left her phone in the car while 'Cesca and I went to grab her meds. Can I take a message?"
Brendan for sure knew that his wife caught that. He may as well start writing his epitaph now.
"I-It's alright, don't worry about it. I'll call you later, Tyson."
"No worries. See you in our next international match! Francesca, say bye to your uncle."
"BYEEE UNCLE BRE-"
Brendan promptly cut the line; there was no other voce that he wouldn't want to hear compared to his best friend's runt of a daughter.
"So um… I'll call Bonnie later. Hey, Barry, bring your other sister around." demanded the battling superstar, who couldn't remember his mother's surname for the life of him.
Jasmine, who was still as disappointed as she was before, put a paw to her head. She watched, with tired eyes, her first-born bring his baby sister over to their father's lap.
"Now, Jasmine… What shall we name this little miss? She definitely has your eyes." commented Brendan gazing into the fire-red irises of the unnamed counterpart to Jacie. "How about we keep it really original, and name her… Emeralia? Or Sexarella?"
"Dad… isn't Sexarella the name of your car?"
Now, Jasmine was staring daggers into her husband's heart, before turning to Barry with a completely new and polite smile. "I think Emeralia is a wonderful name, but I think it won't suit her. Could we think of a name later? I'm kinda jaded."
"Oh… sur- WAIT! JADE! That should be her name!" exclaimed Brendan, frightening the duo in his lap. Although, it didn't give a taste too pleasant to the Lucario.
"No; too simple. Anyway, I said we'll think of it later, ya goofball." Jasmine scoffed, reaching over to the left to grab a small plastic container. "I gotta go light one. Brendan, if you don't go on for hours about making stupid names for our children, I might just think about giving you head later… Goofball."
"J-Jasmine! Not in front of the children!" squealed the blushing Blaziken, covering the ears of the twins, who were playing with each others faces.
Jasmine giggled, before grabbing a lighter from Brendan's drawer and making her way out of the room. Two Blazikens and two Riolus remained. Thankfully, neither of the terrible twins had cried for about ten minutes now.
"Well… Since you're still without a name, mini-Jasmine, we'll have to give you a codename while you wait. How does 'Special Case Pokemon - 5525' sound? We'll call you 'SCP number 5525'."
The mindless Riolu stared back at her father with half a mind. Between you and me, I don't think she understood what the Blaziken was on about.
Brendan then looked up at his first son, who stood with a courteous hand on his hip.
"Don't worry, it'll stick to her."
The shelter bathed in darkness, otherwise known to Raidon as home, was always a sight for sore eyes whenever the Luxray was in a good mood. The interior design had been the same since he was a young Shinx, and will probably stay the same for as long as he lives; Walls with no albedo whatsoever. The dim hanging lights that his mother had configured right from the fusebox as the original brightness "pained her eyes". The cherry on the cake? That stupid picture of him as a Luxio, located in the front foyer.
Raidon shook his head, shaking out his fur as he walked into the lounge. His working mother was of course, on the couch knitting up a surprise, while quietly watching whatever was playing on the small television.
"Good evening, Mom." Raidon greeted, bowing down before his mother.
"Mhmm, and where have you been for the past two and a half hours?" questioned the Absol, now putting down her tools. "I hope you were in the library."
Raidon shrugged awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with his mother. "Umm… Sorry Mom, I… I was out with a-"
"Which friend?"
Now that Abby had stopped knitting, Raidon knew that was in for it; having 100% of his mother's attention was never a good sign for anyone. "Umm… Just my buddy from the school trip, Frasier. F-Fraiser Furble."
Her eyes were as slit as two linear lines of negative gradients. However, she resumed her knitting work that appeased her so. The only son took a sigh of relief while his mother's suspicion came to a standstill.
"So um… How was your day, Mom?"
Abby looked at the Luxray in front of him for a brief moment, before looking back at her work, sighing. "Do you honestly think my day was any different from any day this week? Don't waste your breath, Raidon."
"Sorry, M-Mo-"
"Mumbling, Raidon." the dark type called out arbitrarily. "You know I despise mumbling."
"Sorry! I meant to say sorry."
The room was now silent. Raidon looked to the carpet covered floor for emotional support, but soon found out he'd get nothing from the inanimate object.
"Have you nothing to do, Raidon?" questioned Abby sarcastically. "You sitting on the floor is distracting me."
"I'm sorry, Mom." said Raidon sombrely, standing up slowly to leave the room.
Abby watched her only child traverse the lounge to get to the exit. Exhaling in reflection, she called out to her son.
"Raidon. Come here."
Hearing the instruction, Raidon turned around and approached the Absol. Abby stepped down from the couch to come eye to eye with the electric type that was only a little bit shorter than how she was. She came much closer to the Luxray than he had expected.
Placing a paw on her son's cheek, Abby placed a kiss on Raidon's forehead, before glaring at him in his eyes.
"Listen to me, Raidon, because this will not come out of my mouth often." she dictated, gripping him tightly. "Truly, I love you more than anything this damned world can give me. That's why I am critical on you. If you had everything given to you, you would never comprehend how wicked this life is to those who are ignorant. I've seen it all, Raidon. Everything. There's nothing that would be new to me. However, you still have so much of your life to get through. It would plague me to find out that you had been hurt out there because you were unaware. So… I-I'm sorry, Raidon. Understand?"
Raidon nodded. Looking closer, he found small tears forming at the corners of his mother's eyes. He was let go by his mother, who caressed his cheek slowly and affectionately.
"Now, go to your room, alright? I'll bring food for you soon."
"...Okay, Mom."
Raidon turned around and left the lounge for his own quarters. Heaving a deep, melancholic breath, Abby resumed her independence, and picked up her knitting project.
Great! I hope everyone has a merry Christmas, and gets all that they want. Gosh, I don't even know what I want for Christmas. Probably a better job. Good grief! Can you believe that it's been 5 years since That Glaceon was released? What an insane campaign. Hopefully, you all end your year on a good note.
Have a good one, you beauties!
-LuanOTP
Giratina and Arceus sat across from each other. Both of them shared confused and concerned faces. Giratina was immersed in a white orb that sat upon a pedestal. Meanwhile, Arceus was only here since he didn't really have anything else to do.
"Giratina…" Arceus began, cocking his head at his unusual friend. "You've been sat here for about an hour now looking at that thing. What are you doing?"
Slowly, Giratina raised his bloodshot eyes to establish contact with his legendary companion.
"She said… She was thinking about giving head…" Giratina croaked heavily. "I NEED TO SEE THE HEAD IN ACTION, MAN!"
"You need to stop watching the Earthlings and GO TO YOUR THERAPY SESSIONS!"
"YOU'RE NOT MY DAD! YOU'RE A HERB!"
Giratina puffed his wings, before dashing out of the window in style, while Arceus shook his head disappointedly.