"Ya see, 'Cesca?" outlined a Typhlosion, crossing his arms. He watched his younger daughter paint a picture, using blends of colours that she'd never seen before. "If I wasn't a battler, I'd for sure be an artist. Do you know what I call that colour there?"

Francesca, the Quilava trying to complete her art homework in peace, pried her eyes away from her work to look at the pallet on the table beside the canvas she worked on. "...What do you call it, Dad?"

"I call that… Art."

A vibrating phone scrambled about on the desk. Tyson, foreseeing the device rumble off the table and shattering on the wooden tiles reacted quickly and promptly to answer the call and shut the phone up.

"One second, 'Cesca." the Quilava's father said, not that she was too fussed about having him over anyway. "Hello...? Julley...? Is that you?"

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THAT SYLVEON

Bonjour! However you'd like me to regard your presence, I welcome you to the 43rd chapter of That Sylveon. Can you believe a fiction like this has been going on for this long? It really puts a smile on my muppet face to be half responsible for a legacy. Thanks for everything, guys. I really mean it.

LuanOTP owns nothing.

Early morning light peered through the windows of the form class. The substitute Empoleon teacher sat at her desk, watching all types of Pokemon waltz in. A Sylveon - she had seen her quite often. She was quite chatty. Next, a Zeraora. His smile was proud and confident. He seemed to approach anyone of the female gender for a chat. Finally, a Lopunny of slim stature. Arceus above, did she have a great strut. She had plopped herself next to the Sylveon, and they began chatting away. Maybe a couple minutes could be spared before she started her plan for the form room.

Anais, who was enjoying her time not doing anything, let her head rest on a lazy paw. She would've loved to not turn up to school today. Plans were made at the end of the day, not in between. The morning and afternoon classes were merely a way to pass the time.

Anais! You'd never believe it!

I'll be honest; I'm actually kinda happy you're here. Amuse me.

Well, I had a dream, and you were there, and so was Raidon, and this weird Froslass who was kinda creepy.

Uh… What the heck? What kind of things were you dreaming about that included me, Raidon and this Froslass?

There's just so much to explain. O-Oh! There was also this bird who flew a ship and kept doing the splits!

...I'll be honest, that did sorta amuse me.

The thoughtful talk was cut in half by a thud on the desk beside her. Lola Punnichi, a Lopunny who had been out of commission for a few days had slammed her books on the table, and took a seat next to a dozing friend. She supposed she wasn't dozing anymore.

"Okay, Anais. I tried having a conversation with Bella over the phone yesterday. She didn't even want to start with someone who was 'A friend to Anais'. What the heck happened between you two?" interrogated Lola, shuffling her chair closer to the Sylveon for the info.

"Well… A simple hello would be nice, Lola." deadpanned the fairy type, rubbing her eyes. Meanwhile, Lola rolled her own.

"Could we skip the pleasantries and get to the point, Ann?"

The Sylveon sighed, yet caved anyway, explaining the story to the best of her recollection. "Alright fine. So, you know how Bella had been away from school for awhile?" Lola nodded. "Right, well it turns out, she was just super hung over the fact that she was lonely. Like - no one's been there for her."

"Lonely?" questioned Bella, getting a weird taste from the description. "Honestly, she's the one that's kinda been avoiding us…"

"Yeah, but also, no. It's not that kind of lonely, Lollipop." Anais had moved about so her body was facing the engaged Lopunny. This is what she called gossip mode - phase four. "You know the type of lonely. She thought that no guy wanted to come near her or somethin',"

"Ohh… That kind."

"Right, right. So, after I told her all of that, she started yabberin' about how she had the hots for Raidon 'n' stuff. I couldn't just tell her that I had a date with him on the same day! She'd go back into her soppy mood and I didn't really have the time for that."

Lola wagged her finger, 'tsk'ing quietly. "First mistake, Ann. Never keep secrets from your best friends. Let me guess; it came back to bite you?"

"I know, I'm such a dolt. She found out from Raidon anyway."

"Hey, these things happen." assured the normal type, scooting closer she could wrap an arm around her best friend's shoulders. "Plus, you two 've been fighting and making up since kindergarten. Just sort out an apology sometime."

"I guess so."

"Awesome." Lola watched her fairy fiddle with her paws, conjuring up a plan. "Are you thinking about one now?"

"Pfft, no. I'm meeting with Raidon tonight, and I was wondering how to ask you to help me with my make up after school." said Anais, grinning like a Cheshire Meowth.

"Damn… I was thinking just how my Azure eyeshadow would look on you as well!" joked back the Lopunny clasping her hands and beaming. "We could head to mine after school?"

"That's a plan to me. Thanks a lot, Lollipop."

"No worries. This Raidon really has you preppin' fancy, too. I knew you had the hots for him, since day dot!"

Anais looked away, barely blushing, but still had the same smile on her maw. "Oh, stop it you. He's a cute one, funny, and a serious looker."

"Abs? 'Ceps? Good personality?"

"The whole shebang."

Lola reached into her bag, and pulled out a large makeup palette. It was more like a toolbox to the surprised Sylveon. She displayed out all the colours and their individual shades on the desk, and glared at Anais as if it was an interrogation.

"What the heck? You carry that entire thing to school?" exclaimed the fairy, as if it was an interrogation. "Where do you even put it?"

"Less sus, more hush. Choose your blush. I do best when I know what I workin' with."

Three of a kind trotted down the street, en route to have a testosterone filled endeavour at a certain Blaziken's house. On one side of the street, three teenagers in Barry, Raidon and Manu. The Blaziken chuckled while the Luxray roared at the Zeraora's playful quips and entertaining anecdotes. Even the beaming sun above them was slightly closer today just to get in on the fun.

"Turns out, that dude was actually a chick! I told her 'sawrry, but'chu ain't werth the trouble.'" Manu told, clicking his fingers in time with the punchline. Once again, the dual audience of Barry and Raidon were sent down laughter lane. The latter took a detour through tee-hee street.

"What a story." Raidon added, still smiling after the big catch of it all. "Also, when I suggested we meet up, I didn't think we'd do it so soon."

The Zeraora of the troupe shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say, I'm an impromptu guy. You ain't got anything to do today do ya, Raidon… Raidon? Never thought 'bout how yous say it."

"Naw, I'm sure I'm free for today. And it's pronounced Raidon."

"Huh? I thought it was pronounced Raidon?" Barry chimed, going at the itch on his head as per usual.

"No, Barry. Not Raidon. It's Raidon."

"Oh… Raidon? I was saying Raidon this entire time."

Manu clicked his fingers. "Kay, this convo's getting me baffled. 'Ow 'bout I call you Don? Or Donnie? That's a nick that'll stick wit' all the goils."

"Oh, uh… Sure. I guess it doesn't sound bad."

One more left turn, and the trio were met with white gates surrounding a large white compound. Manu and Raidon were left with jaws well ajar as the Blaziken heaved the gates open. The driveway trailed past a glorious fountain with a marble Gardevoir spewing water out of each of its raised hands. Green, healthy, trimmed grass surrounded each side of the driveway that eventually branched off into a footpath heading for the door, if not the ivory-painted garage.

"D-Damn! Barry, I knew yous were rich, but there's no way a guy like me could expect anything like this!" exclaimed the mythic, his eyes not believing the structures that befell him. Raidon, who sat on his hind legs beside him had much of the same reaction, wiping his eyes of the lying fluids that obscured his vision.

"I know right? What I'd do for a mansion this big!"

Manu looked at Raidon with wide eyes. "What wouldn't I do, Donnie? There's only two woids that can describe this thing - good grief."

"Aha, thanks. It's all from my parent's works, though." Barry admitted, itching and eventually plucking out a stray feather from the top of his head that didn't want to follow protocol of presentation. "I don't know if I'd be able to live in a house like this when I'm older."

"Well, feel free ta invite me to your place sometime 'n twennie years, how 'bout dat?"

The Zeraora had said it first. Himself, as well as Raidon, followed Barry through what could only be described as either a small courtyard or a very large front yard. Once at the front door, the host of the highschool students opened it and let his friends through.

"Wow…" whispered Raidon, gazing around at the pearly-white decor of the interior. Exotic plants guarded the walls of the front foyer. Pictures and paintings hung on each side like knightly statues. Best of all, the scarlet rug hung and hugged his paws with tender care only rivalled by his mother on very special occasions. Very special occasions. "I can't believe you actually live here, Barry. Are we gonna see your Dad anywhere here? Please tell me we do."

"Uh, I don't know. My parents said that they were going out for the day."

"Darn."

Barry took the duo through the hallway with the destination being the kitchen with intentions pointing to the backyard where teenage boys thrived. There was a picture on the wall that had caught Manu's eye during their journey.

"'Ey Barry? Got a lotta frames around 'ere. Who's this Absol up here?" he queried, pointing to the dark type in question. Barry and Raidon both turned around, and the Blaziken set a pose to start thinking.

"Uhh… Oh, yeah, that's my Grandpa. On my Mom's side." expanded the Blaze Pokemon, twirling a digit in the air.

"That's pretty cool. My Mom's an Absol." Raidon added, before he began inspecting another framed picture on the opposite side of the hallway. "What about this one?"

Barry rotated about his heel. This particular picture, he had to cock his head to think about. It was a portrait of an Umbreon that must've sat on its hind legs. The dark type glared regally with his one organic eye, while the other seemed to be completely cybernetic. A cannon was mounted on his shoulder, while a pair of donned silver gauntlets glimmered in the flash of the camera. The bottom of the bronze frame had a golden plate with a name stamped into it.

"Dr. Gardner…" Barry read aloud, underlining the name in the air with the end of his index digit. "I have no idea who this person is."

"Oh! Don't mind that. That's just uhh… Umm… Someone I look up to."

The voice came from the kitchen. Stepping through was a taller, more muscular Blaziken, who wore a vest with many emblems on it. Raidon set eyes on the Pokemon that came through the door, and nearly had a heart attack.

"M-M-M-M-M-M-Mister B-B-B-B-Bursyamo! I don't believe it!" he stammered, blushing and getting fiery hot under his fur. His hind left leg felt like it had a mind of its own, spasming at random intervals. Breathing rate intensified, yet the Luxray could take his eyes off his childhood hero.

Meanwhile, Manu stood speechless. He could only stare at the Blaziken with gaping eyes and a posture that was as straight and firm as a steel rod in the sodden soil.

Brendan, who was a little more than uncomfortable below the gaze of the teens, looked at his son with a crook in the line of his beak. "So uh… Barry, these are your friends, right?"

Nodding, Barry pointed to the awestruck Manu. "Yeah, that's right. This is Manu. He's from Johto!" The Zeraora mustered the strength to lift an arm, and shake it about. The gesture sort of looked like a wave. Next, the Blaziken nodded at the other electric type, who was now oscillating in place. "And, this is Raidon. He's a part of the school's battling team."

The father of the narrative Blaziken took a step back in feigned astonishment. "Battling team? Johto? You kids really get successful early." Brendan jestered, before snapping his fingers and striking a thinking pose. "Say… Barry, why don't you nab some of the pre-signed Delta jerseys for your buddies? I gotta get ready."

Raidon and Manu's face lit up, as Barry casually nodded.

"Sure Dad."

"Nice to meet you two. I'll see you uhhh… sometime soon." told the professional battler, sliding past the infatuated school kids and skipping up the stairs with promptitude. Raidon made a cumbersome smile out of a starstruck expression, and waved the Blaziken goodbye as he rushed to the second floor.

Barry, who was used to this on a daily basis, worriedly glanced at his friends, who were made into basalt statues by the presence of his own father.

"Umm… Guys? Could we at least head to the garden to sit down? Guys...? Guys!?"

It amounted to ten minutes of dragging his peers to the backyard before they finally regained sentience. Barry was thankful that no one had fainted in the process. Manu was the first to take a step outside, and the first thing he noticed was the area of the garden.

"Jeez laweez! This garden is HUGE!" he exclaimed, while being followed by Raidon who thought much of the same.

"I know right!" The Luxray stepped onto the patio. He looked about the back garden. Closest to his left, a series of benches next to potted plants for sitting and socialising. To his right, large fences loomed over a bed of diverse, multicoloured flowers. At the far end of the garden, sat a swimming pool as long as a fifth of a hundred metre stretch, and as wide as about 2 car lengths. The cherry on top seemed to be a gazebo that was tucked far away in the corner of the grassy expanse. "You could fit an entire house out here, even."

"Aha, I'd suppose you could." meekly commented Barry, trying hard to sound humble.

Manu walked with Barry over to the benches, inspecting the garden carefully. "There's so much here. So whad'ya guys wanna do foist? There's… Hey… Barry… I didn't know you had an older sister…"

"Huh?" mumbled the Blaziken, yet the Zeraora pointed at the gazebo. A Lucario that boasted a yellow bikini covering her girthy bosom and nether regions sashayed from the shelter. Both of her hands held the arms of two toddling Riolu's each, who were both decked out in arm floaties and rings to take on the precarious swimming pool.

Raidon trotted over to the bench, plopping his butt next to the host, and across from the ogling Manuel.

"What are you two looking at?"

Manu winked at the Luxray out of the loop. "We're takin' a peek at Barry's older sis. I ain't been one to swear, but forks 'n' knives, ain't she a sighter!" the Zeraora shamelessly exposited, glaring the Lucario up and down. "Barry, why didn't you let us know that you had a sister!?"

"Because that's not my-"

"Golly, Manu, you're right." Raidon gawked like a classic teenage boy with the highest doses of testosterone. "N-Not to be rude or anything, Barry, although your sister really has got it going on. Are those your little sisters with her?"

"W-Well yeah, those are my little sisters, though-"

"Damn! Hide ya boner, Donnie, she's coming over!"

Raidon looked up, and sure enough spotted the Lucario approaching, leaving the two prepubescent Riolus to sit and play in the grass a good distance away from the pool. He then checked between his legs for anything pink. You'd never know when your little friend would decide to pay a visit to the outside world.

"Hey, Barry." waved the voluptuous fighting and steel type, hips swaying from side to side as she came over to lean on the bench table. Her fur-covered cleavage hung between her arms, threatening to imminently pop out from her bra. "These are your friends, right? Glad to have you tykes over."

"Y-Yea-"

"Ahem." Manu stood up, reaching over the table and grasping the Lucario's paw. "Manuel Valverde Munoz, at your service, Madam. But you can call me Manu." He then kissed the knuckles of the Aura Pokemon's paw - minding the spike of course - before respectfully sitting back down with a wink.

"Aha, wow… What a gentleman you are." laughed the older, female Lucario. "Lovely to meet you, Manu. I'm Mrs. Bursyamo. Barry's Mom. You can call me Jasmine, though."

The smirk from Manu's face was wiped clean off, and the vibrant yellow colour of his smug face was drained until it was pale. "Uhh… Oh… N-Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Burs- uh, Jasmine."

Jasmine folded her arms and smiled, before shifting her red-eyed gaze to the electric type who thankfully didn't go ahead and make the same assumption as his electric cohort did.

"And what's your name, mister?"

"R-Raidon, Raidon Atos." simply stated the owner of the name, trying really hard to keep calm, not stutter, and smile. "Thanks for having us over, Mrs. Bursyamo!"

The Luxray had played video games before. He'd made it to the final levels in certain arcades without even taking a hit. However, none compared to the difficulty of trying to keep contact with the Lucario's eyes, and not the feat that was slightly below them.

"It's not an issue. Come as often as you'd like." welcomed the steel and fighting dual type, who began to back off the patio and onto the grass, while finally looking at her eldest son. "Barry, me and your pops are gonna head out in a couple of minutes or something like that. Make sure to keep an eye on your sisters while we're out."

Barry had heard the same briefing before, so he obediently nodded. Jasmine trusted her son, thus she waved his friends off as she made her way back to the swimming pool. The twin Riolus followed suit, ready to delight in the bright sun and blue skies.

Raidon looked at Manu. Barry looked at Manu. The Zeraora bit his lip.

"Barry, your mom is HAWT."

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30 minutes into their time being here, Raidon and Manu were already making themselves at home. One dangled their feet into the pool of the water, carefully watching two Riolus splash around in their floatees while their mother had left for a dinner date. Meanwhile, the other enjoyed a pristine steak in the gazebo alongside his Blaziken friend. Both sat on stools that heeded position to a birch table. Manu took another bite out of the steak, clapping his hands once he chewed it down and acknowledged the flavour.

"Mmm! No foolin', Barry. Your Ma' really knows how to cook a steak." praised the lounging electric mythic, giving the Blaziken a thumbs up.

"Thanks. Although, that's my aunt's recipe."

"Then your ant must be a mastermind." he quipped again, staring at the white painted wooden poles that held up the roof of the gazebo all day, every day.

"Huh? Ant? No, I said aunt. Not ant."

"That's what I said. Ant."

Manu squinted his eyes at the chuckling Blaziken, and took a bite while staring right into his soul.

"From what I seen around here, Barry…" the Zeraora begun, chewing on another piece of tender meat. "You must have a gaming system around here, right?"

The Blaziken looked up to the ceiling of the gazebo. "Umm, yeah, we do. I don't really play them, my Dad does. I don't really know the names of the consoles, but maybe we could check them out later."

"Much appreciated, Barrágan." chirped Manu, before waving to the Luxray occupying the terror twin toddlers. "'Ey Donnie! Ya hear that?"

Raidon turned around, moving his attention away from the Riolu that played around with his paws from the pool. "What was that?"

"Barry Pop's probably got more games than the arcade!" paraphrased the Zeraora, throwing in a couple hyperboles everywhere. This got the Luxray smiling, at least.

"Uh, that's not quite what I said, but I suppose?"

"Tomato, tomato. Anyways, Barry, when can we get playin'? I was 'ungry before, but now I'm famished for some good ol' games." rared Manu, happily kicking his legs as he mowed down the poor morsel.

"I suppose we could get playing by 5? Is that alright?"

"Wicked."

It looked like Raidon had a car crash; a poor Jigglypuff victim ran over and effectively popped in the process. Had anyone bothered to look, the frantic Luxray rushed to fumble his phone out and check the time.

"Wait, 5?!" he exclaimed, fumbling to get his cell out. It had to be somewhere in his fur.

"Yeah, 5. As in the time." deadpanned Manu, rolling his eyes, before they were lit up with mischievous teenage chagrin. "Oy, by the by, Don, I just got a girl's number earlier today."

"But didn't you only get her name-"

"Can it, Barry. You saw what'chu saw."

Raidon stood up, but still engaged himself in the conversation. "Darn it. But um, congrats, Manu."

"What can I say?" proudly self-applauded the Pokemon who plopped the final piece of steak in his mouth, and shrugged. "She's basically my goil. In fact, she already gave me head."

"Head?" asked the Luxray, pausing to scratch his head. "She gave you her head?"

"What? Raidon - don't tell me you 'avent had a goil give you head, before!" shouted Manu in disbelief. "Naw, surely you have. You must call it sumthin' different around here, right?"

"What? I don't know what you're talking about. What does it mean when a girl gives you head?"

The Zeraora spoke with a bit of meat in his mouth, muffling his voice. "Mmmph. Well basically, it's uh. Uhm. That thing that the goils do, where dey use their teeth… Er, I mean, tongue, and they like… You know…?" Manu then took to making indistinguishable gestures with his paws. "Ya get me? And you're all like WOW WOW WOW."

Barry didn't want to say anything, since he was just as confused as the poor Luxray was, and didn't want to suffer the same embarrassing destiny. Instead, he spectated the two go back and forth trying to catch a comprehensible word that wasn't slang for something.

"I still kinda don't get it…" sadly admitted the Luxray.

"Welp, 'til you get it, I can't 'splain it to you I'm afraid."

"Uh… Well, alright. When I do get it, I suppose I'll let you know."

The response was met with a thumbs up from the Zeraora, who started stretching his muscles. Meanwhile, the Gleam Eyes Pokemon waved at his Blaziken cohort, approaching the gazebo.

"By the way, Barry, what's the time right now? I kinda have to be somewhere for 5."

Barry glanced at the time on his phone. "Uhh… It's 4:54. You need to go?"

Eyes as wide as saucers, Raidon worriedly wagged his head. "S-Sorry, I just completely forgot about something that I had planned for today! Sorry guys!"

Barry stood up from the gazebo, supposing that the electric type had some personal reasons that required his attendance. Lifting both of his sisters out of the pool, he turned to the electric type one last time. "Thanks for coming anyway, Raidon. Maybe we could do this another time with better planning."

"Yeah, it was a lil' short notice. But, I'll catch you later Raidon." called Manu from the gazebo, quite comfortable with his position.

The twin Riolus in both of Barry's bearing arms began to fidget as he spoke. "Do you want me to walk you out?"

"I-It's alright, I know the way back." shrugged off the electric type. He was definitely in more than just a mere hurry. "Thanks, see you later!"

One. Two. Three. Four pounces was all it took for Raidon to skip the length of the garden, and make it back inside. Merely five seconds later, the Luxray had come back out into the backyard, panic sweating much more than he had been beforehand.

"Woah, that was quick." commented Barry, placing his two sisters on the fresh grass for the to play and pluck at. "Did you, uh, do what you needed to do?"

"Not at all! The buses are delayed!" Raidon cried, visibly showing both frustration and dread. "What am I gonna do! I have a date in the next five minutes!"

"Woo! My boy Donnie gettin' boids! Noice."

Manu's interjections from the gazebo didn't seem to help much. Pensively, the teen Blaze Pokemon murmured to himself and scratched his head.

"Can't you call and say that you'll be late?"

Raidon bit his lip. "I… I don't know man. I don't know what to do. How could I have forgotten?!"

Needless to say, it pained Barry to see his friend in an emotional state such as this. The Luxray sat on the ground beside the vacuous sister pair, en route to ripping his healthy fur strands out. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"A-Ah, I suppose we could take my Mom's car there." blurted out Barry, his heart thumping a mile a minute.

"W-What?"

"L-Like. My Dad was teaching me how to drive nearly all day yesterday. I might not be up to grips, but I-I think I could get you where you need to be."

At the newfound hope, Raidon leapt up back onto his feet, smiling as a child who got exactly what they wanted for their birthday gift. "No kiddin', Barry? You're incredible! I don't believe it!"

Barry nervously returned the grin. "I-I suppose it's alright." Next, he turned about to the gazebo. "Umm… Manu? Is it alright if you take care of Jacie and Janine?"

"Ohh, so that's what their names are." the mythic concluded, even snapping his fingers too. "Yeah, it'll be alright, as long as I get to see your Mom soon. She's well past a boid 'n' a half."

Not sure whether to cringe or be grateful, Barry simply gave Manu a friendly thumbs up, before leading Raidon to the garage. Left with two infants, a plate lacking steak and a mansion to himself, Manu assessed the situation, casually strolling over to the duo of kids that harshly plucked at nature's green carpet.

"Now - any of yous know how ta play poker?"

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A blue spoiler-equipped Toyoder Corroggenrola careened around the bend. Raidon held onto his seat belt for dear life as his 15-year old classmate operated the vehicle they both resided in. Shifting it into second, Barry indicated left as he did so, asymptotic to the kerb where a Froslass was about to step foot - or rather - float into the road.

"B-Barry! You nearly hit that Froslass!" cried the terrified Pokemon, looking back to make sure the ice and ghost type was unscathed. "That was cutting it close… Hey… I think that Froslass just winked at me."

"S-Sorry, Raidon." the driver apologised, keeping his eyes on the road, but occasionally checking his rearview mirror to see if the Snow Land Pokemon actually did check his passenger out. "I've never driven faster than 40 miles per hour… Plus I kinda don't remember all the routes to get back to school…"

"It's alright… The road I'm looking for is gonna turn up soo- THERE!"

Barry flinched at the unnecessarily loud call, making the car jolt to one side. Thankfully, he was able to respond in time, safely turning into the side road where their destination lied on the left. The school buildings beyond the gate told the duo of a job well done. Raidon checked the digital time on the car dashboard. 5:04. That wasn't too bad, right?

The vehicle parked on the edge of the road, allowing the passenger to get out, a great smile on his face as he shut the door behind him, and saluted the Blaziken illegally piloting the sports car.

"Gosh, Barry! You really saved my hide!" he bellowed, happily bouncing up and down. "I owe you one, for sure."

Barry found it hard to hear Raidon over the grumles of the car engine. "No problem, Raidon! I-I gotta get my Mom's car back before she sees it's gone, so um… I'll see you later!"

"Later, dude!"

The car did a really long winded yet successful 'K' turn in the middle of the road, before jetting off into the main road. Raidon ruffled his mane, delighted because he got to spend this day not only with his friends, but also with his girlfriend of a few days now as well. He jogged closer to the school gates, and sat patiently on the cracked pavement for his date to appear.

From time to time, he'd gander at his phone. Not wanting to be the one to call Anais, he'd always stuff it back in his fur. The time had amounted to ten minutes of waiting, and the Luxray was beginning to lose hope.

Approaching from the left, a pedestrian Swampert who didn't seem to have a whole lot on their mind. However, in the eyes of Raidon, it was a glimmer of possibility. He upped, and got the ()'s attention by standing right in their path.

"Sorry to disturb you, ma'am!" The female Swampert stopped dead in their tracks, screwing the Luxray with unimpressed eyes. It made him frown with slightly less hope now. "Uhh… Have you seen a Sylveon around here? Maybe my height?"

"No, I haven't kid. Could you scoot already? I'm in a hurry."

"Oh, sorry."

The Swampert scurried and brushed past the denied Luxray, who had a salty expression on his face. His eyes moved in speed with the Water and Ground dual type. She walked a little further, before bumping into a Flygon who speedily rounded a bend without regard from someone approaching from their blindspot. The latter mystic dragon seemed to drop a number of things, including a bag that had a few things clatter out of it.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

"My deepest apologies, Madame." apologised the Flygon, hurriedly repacking his bag.

The Swampert frustratedly shook her head, before continuing her path. Meanwhile, Raidon noticed that the Flygon began to come his way. As he travelled toward him, the Luxray observed a number of things on the bipedal two-metre tall dragon. First, they were clad in a transparent raincoat; something he found slightly humorous given that the sun, albeit rappelling down the horizon, still beamed on them from it's pink twilight in the sky. Next, they carried a rather large duffel bag. Although, for someone the Flygon's size, Raidon supposed they'd have no trouble heaving it.

"Hey, excuse me?" greeted the electric type, wearing his best smile to stop the Pokemon.

The ground and dragon type glared down at the Luxray. "Yes? Can I help you, jeune homme?"

Raidon felt a little intimidated by the beady eyes of the desert dragon. They seemed to stare right through him. "Umm, yeah… Have you seen a Sylveon around here? Like, around my height."

"No, sorry." they replied, pupils darting left and right, and adjusting their raincoat. "Hopefully you find your acquaintance."

"Darn. Well, thanks mister…?" monotonously replied Raidon, gaze descending down the Flygon's frame, then slightly to the right, where the duffel bag was half zipped. Strands of pink and peach poked out from the ajar bag, making the black-furred quadrupedal furrow his brows. "Hey… What's in the bag..?"

The Flygon twisted his body such that the bag was out of view. "Hey! Mind your own business, boy."

Giving chase to his suspicions, Raidon circled the winged Pokemon, getting a better view of the contents inside the bag. His pupils minimised with what he saw.

"W-What the heck- Yeouch!"

Immediately, Raidon saw stars, and felt a sharp pain on his nose. The Flygon had given him an answer for his curiosity by whacking the Luxray's muzzle with their rather large tail. As the electric type stumbled, the olive green dragon flapped his wings, and took flight as soon as there was enough lift.

The groggy teen came to, and took notice of the Flygon gliding away. He knew that he wouldn't be fast enough to catch up with the soaring perpetrator, who now had the altitude to bound across the buildings. They seemed to be headed Eastwards.

On the ground just before his hind paws, the Luxray noticed a cut string of rope, that oddly smelled of day-old seawater. Beside it, a small note with some letters on it. They surely weren't there before, so Raidon assumed that they were dropped in the recent fray. Picking up the discarded paper, he read what was on it aloud.

"23 East Latias Avenue 31, 23:00... What is up with that Flygon? He travelled all the way from East Latias?" he groused under his breath, folding the note and stuffing it in his fur, followed by tenderly rubbing his aching nose.

Raidon looked about him, but there didn't seem to be any witnesses. The school street was barren of pedestrians, despite the fact that he was so sure after school extra-curricular activities were still running up to this point. Ironically, he spotted a police cruiser just across the road, with two Pokemon reclining inside it.

He sprinted across the road dauntlessly, and stole the attention of the occupants of the vehicle. The window rolled down, and two officers wearing shades glared at him expectantly. Well, technically three. One was a Doduo, who struggled to fit on his seatbelt, the other who sat in the driver's seat was a Metagross. Both wore caps with golden emblems that sparkled with the letters "WLPD" on it. Raidon looked at both of them in venerant awe.

"Is everything alright kid?" gruffly spoke the Metagross, in a deep, Southern Johto accent.

"Y-Yeah. I mean no! There was this Flygon wearing a raincoat! I-I think he kidnapped one of my schoolmates!"

"What!?" the Doduo exclaimed, peering over his steel and psychic partner. Well actually, it was the left head who had shouted aloud. The right one still looked with shock though. "A kidnapping? Me-o-my! You better hop in, kid!"

"U-Uh, alright!" nervously heeded the Luxray, who opened the car door, and sat in the back seat. It took a bit of effort to fit, since the Metagross had their chair tilted all the way back.

The left head of the Doduo turned to look at the sitting, cumbrous electric type. "By the by, kid. I'm Officer Dave Ghost."

The right head then came into view, hat skewed at a weird angle on his head. "And I'm Officer Vade Ghost. Our partner here is Sergeant Mike Mothim."

"'Das me." added the Metagross.

"Right, so we're gonna need you to answer a couple questions, kid." ordered Officer Ghost. Uh, Officer Vade Ghost, that is. Raidon nodded, allowing the Doduo head to continue. "Okay, so when and where did this happen?"

Raidon pointed to the pavement across the street. "Right over there, and about two minutes ago."

Officer Dave glanced at the Metagross, who embarrassingly sweatdropped and tried to avoid eye contact. Raidon didn't know that Metagrosses could sweat.

"Gotcha. Do you know where the perp is headed?"

"Uhh… I-I'm not sure, Sir…"

If Doduos could subtly stroke their chin, then both Officers would be doing so right now. The Doduo head on the right opened his beak to speak.

"Alright. Sergeant Mothim? Take the kid out and look for any evidence. I'll keep watch and make sure this chai latte and glazed donut doesn't get away."

"Understood. Come on, kid." ordered the Iron leg Pokemon. The Luxray followed the Police-'Mon out of the cruiser after spending about a minute and there, and back across the street.

Raidon brought the Metagross back to the rope he had found before. Both inspected it with slanted eyes, but for obvious reasons. Sergeant Mothim scratched the underside of his chin, which was also his body. The Luxray had to cover his ears due to the sound of creaking metal, screeching as it scratched against more metal.

"U-Um… There was also this note that he had left behind, Sir." told Raidon, using one paw to hand the sheet of paper over to the policeman, while using the other to protect his eardrums.

The Sergeant accepted the note, and placed some correcting lenses over his barely balancing sunglasses to read what was scribbled on it. "Hmm… Seems to be some sort of ancient language… Do you recognise anything from it?"

Raidon lifted a brow. Now he was sort of getting a bit baffled himself. The officer of the law gave him back the sheet to read again.

"Uhh… I'd suppose it sorta reminds me of an address-" Raidon's eyes shot open, as if he had internally awakened, and his mouth formed a donut. "Oh… OH! OH! S-SIR!"

"WHAT!?" hurriedly called back Sergeant Mike Mothim, who immediately equipped his gun.

"I think he's headed to the big pier! O-On the other side of town!"

The Metagross looked a little bit dubious. "Are you sure, kid?"

"Y-Yeah! He was wearing a raincoat in this heat, the rope smells of sea water, and the thingy on the note isn't ancient language! It's an address for East Latias city! That's why it starts w-with EL! The only coastal area in East Latias would be the pier on the beach! I-I've been there before!"

"I don't know, kid… It might mean something different." Sergeant Mothim suggested, putting away his reading glasses. "These criminals are always dropping false information to make sure we get a false lead. Let me see the note again."

"Oh, right. Here you go."

Raidon gave the note back to the professional, who read aloud the written info on the sheet until he became struck with a thought given weight. The teen wasn't sure how to describe his expression, aside from the word 'Eureka'.

"I GOT IT!"

"What?"

"HE'S HEADED TO THE DOCKS!"

Okay, chapter done. I really hope you did enjoy it. Much longer this time, too. Remember when chapters during That Glaceon were always this long? Crazy, right? Anyway, all reviews are appreciated! Join the server, if you haven't. It's active and booming. Luanastar#5525 is the tag you should friend if you're interested. Thanks a lot!

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