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THAT SYLVEON

Wow! Here it is! The next chapter! The last chapter was actually labelled as the 58th so far, but that's incorrect. It was simply because of an autocorrect issue with fanfiction. It's been corrected now, so don't fret! Just a reminder, this is the 56th chapter of That Sylveon.

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Looking about the fruits of her labour, Cassidy straightened out another piece of merchandise. A store she built from the ground-up, stood humbly yet cramped in between a real estate agency building and a fancy restaurant. Not that she minded though; she enjoyed it. Seeing a customer walk in through the glass doors to join the four or five others that patiently browsed brought tingles to her cheeks.

Her eyes darted about her rear. Working the tills, a Pokemon who was certainly in their late teenage years played with the long red strands of fur on her cheeks. Cassidy trotted over to the Incineroar behind the counter.

"Hi, Ingrid. Do you want to take your break now?" kindly asked the ice type. The Incineroar merely yawned, stretched, then turned and left toward the staff room. Cringing, the Glaceon whispered to herself, "...teenagers…"

From behind the tills, it was much easier to get a better view of the ground floor of the establishment, as well as all the consumers that looked to see what they wanted to spend their money on. Most of the attention was siphoned by a lifesize model of a proud Blaziken, who showed off the latest kit for his battling team. A Shuckle slithered towards the counter, clothing item in possession via extreme balance. They had slid the folded green garments over to the Glaceon, who scanned the barcode and pressed some buttons on the register.

"So… let's see… This is the Emerald Delta's home kit! Are you a fan?"

The Shuckle eagerly nodded their head. "Oh, a hundred percent. I'm getting it for my brother, though."

Cassidy cocked her head as she placed the shirt in a paper bag. "Huh? Not for yourself?"

"Umm, no. I don't have enough money for two, so…"

Pursing her lips, the fresh snow Pokemon peered around the bug and rock type to spot where they originally acquired the kit. "Well, they're already half price. How about if you buy this one, I'll give you one for free, huh?"

The Shuckle lit up like a lightbulb. Cassidy lived to see moments like this.

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, go for it! That way, you can celebrate with your little brother."

The beaming Pokemon wagged their tail ecstatically. They didn't need a second instruction. In a flash or less, they had returned with another kit, in the exact same colour and size.

"Hey, what's your name, little guy?"

"Shuckyle, ma'am."

"Alrighty, Shuckyle, I hope your brother enjoys your gift for him!"

"Thanks a lot!"

Punching numbers into the till, Cassidy accepted the cash that the Shuckle handed over. With a smile and a swish of her sapphire tail, the Glaceon gave the Pokemon what they had rightfully deserved. Taking their items, they left the store with a beam and a wave. Another happy customer.

As that Shuckle exited, another Pokemon entered. One wrapped in pink, with a red bow tilted on their head. The Espeon hopped, skipped and jumped toward the Glaceon at the counter.

"Hellooo, Cassidy!"

Said Glaceon looked up from fiddling with her paws. "-Huh? Oh. Hiya, Mom!"

The psychic type whipped out a bouquet of flowers from seemingly nowhere. "Good afternoon, dear. Whew, this shop of yours really is a walk away."

"Thanks for coming around." Cassidy greeted, accepting the flowers and giving them a good whiff. They smelled of wet grass and freshly mowed lawn. "Mmm, these are nice."

"I picked them myself." Claire opened her mouth as wide as she could to obnoxiously yawn. "HaaaaAAAAAAAAUUUUuugh. I stopped by to visit your brother as well. I heard about whatever brute hurt my Zoey, and wanted to make sure he was okay. Zoey's still recovering though."

"O-Oh. I see. Is he okay?"

"He seems to be. How's the kids?"

"They're fine, Mom. Julius started preschool this year, and I think Anais is in her final year of high school?"

"Wow. They are growing so quickly. You know, last I remember, you were a… *YAWN*... just a little kit, running around with your older brother."

"Aha, don't remind me. My last memory of him was burning down your vegetable garden with the barbecue."

Claire rolled her eyes. "Well, you know your brother. Don't remind me about that vegetable garden. How's the kids!? Where are my GRANDCHILDREN!?"

Cassidy shook in her stance. "Mom…! Not so loud, this is still a public area…"

"You've become so boring, Cassidy."

"Whatever you say, m-"

"Hey? Where's that Incineroar that works here? I brought some chocolates for her!"

"Oh, that's really nice of you. She's in the staff room. Where's the box?"

"It should be coming… right now."

A fairly large heart shaped box floated through the automatic doors of the store. Cassidy wasn't impressed to see her mother using her psychic powers just for show, especially when it knocked the back of a poor Skarmory's head on it's way here.

"Sorry!" exclaimed the Espeon, setting the container down on the counter. "Anyways, could you find time to give this to her? She's such a hard working teenager."

"Sure, although I'm sure she's much older than a teenager… Huh? Mom?! Wake up!"

Claire seemed to be sleeping on the spot. She woke up in a hurry after her daughter awoke her with a yell. "WhA? Oh, Cassie-dear! You scared the living Distortion World out of me!"

"...You just fell asleep mid conversation, Mom."

The Espeon sheepishly looked to the shiny mopped floors. "Well… Your mother's getting old, Cassie. With even as smart a mind as I, sleep has just become so… intoxicating…"

"Not to be rude, but you're always tired."

"That I am. Have you spoken to your younger brother?"

"Ehh… Not really. All he does is ask for money, and blow it on Arceus-knows-what." explained the daughter, cupping her cheek with her paw. "The boy needs to grow up."

"Cassidy - don't say that. He's your brother."

"I know, I know. There's a reason Cooper and I never really got along with him, mostly because he's-"

"-Spoiled?"

The Glaceon flustered a little. "It's not funny when you read people's minds, Mom."

"I didn't need to peek into your mind to know that, dear." the psychic sighed, leaning more onto the counter. "It's been tough raising you children. I just wanted him to be happy."

"I get it, but you had two other children as well."

"Cody spent the least amount of time with his father. Don't compare yourself to him."

Huffing, the ice type pressed a few buttons on the cash register arbitrarily. "Okay, well. We're all grown up anyways. Not like it matters."

"Mhm. Grown up, leaving your mother aaaaall alone."

Cassidy winced. "C'mon, Mom! I've got a family to feed now as well!"

"Aha, I know, I know. I'm proud of you for it." the Espeon said, caressing her daughter's cheek with the same paws that held her as an Eevee cub. "Still, it's just so lonely in the house."

Charging through the automated glass doors, a large black - no, nearly black, it was more of an incredibly dark blue - bird swooped in with a Pokemon under its wing. All the customers in the store shifted their attention from their shopping for at least a second, before turning back to eagerly browse the store's items. Cassidy was sure she had seen him from somewhere.

The seemingly massive Honchkrow, who stood not too far above the Glaceon, approached the desk. They had given the ice type and her mother a welcoming smile before dropping an Umbreon out from it's wing.

"J-Julley?!" Cassidy wailed, as the dark type dusted himself off.

"Oh, um. Hi, Cass." he awkwardly greeted, before turning to the Espeon and bowing. "Good to see you again, Mom."

"Hi, Son, you look healthy." Claire then stared up at the Honchkrow. "And hello to you, Sir."

The Dark and Flying type Pokemon cocked his head and beamed. "Afternoon, Ma'am."

Cassidy butted in, leering at her husband. "Julley, is everything okay?"

"Umm, yeah, everything's fine actually." replied the dark type. He was gently elbowed from behind by the Honchkrow. Cassidy just hoped this wasn't another hostage situation. "So, this Pokemon here is my boss from work, Mitchell-"

"You can just call me Mitch."

"Hi, Mitch. I'm Claire."

Cassidy gave her mother a stern gaze, before allowing Julley to continue.

"Okay, so, h-he was just wondering, if maybe you could see if you have any friends available? Mitchell was thinking of entering the umm… dating scene, but wasn't sure where to start."

"Oh." Cassidy looked away from her husband to the Honchkrow. "So, is this true, Mitchell?"

The big bird nodded. "I've been having trouble getting women. They're just so confusing to me. They also are picky eaters, and who doesn't like steak? I'm a bird and even I like steak."

Not sure whether this was some elaborate joke or not, the Glaceon dipped her head nonetheless, feigning clear comprehension. "Alright, I see. I think I've got a few friends, but I'll have to ask them. It's not often someone wants to meet a complete stranger."

Haines shrugged his winged shoulders. "I'd be completely fine and open to it. Once I saw the type of woman Julley was able to get in his life, I just knew he'd be the right guy to help me."

Giggling, the ice type raised her eyebrows at her abashed husband. "Aw, well isn't that sweet of you, Mitchell. How about you have Julley jot down my number for you, and I'll give you a message. I'm Cassidy, by the way."

Julley smiled, albeit exhaustedly. He was just happy to be able to make the connection. He made facial gestures to his mother-in-law, who looked just as surprised as he was, while Mitchell and Cassidy exchanged telephone numbers.

"Thank you very much, Cassidy."

"No problem. Hey, are you two off work?"

The Umbreon thought about it. He wasn't really off work; they had just left the office in a stupor.

"Yep, Julley 'n' I have the hour free. On the boys higher up, at least."

Okay, well that settled that.

Cassidy pointed to the staff room. "Well, if you boys are hungry, you can ask Ingrid to help you use the panini machine. Maybe make yourselves some coffee too if you'd like?"

Julley stared back at his boss, who seemed to look as eager as he did when he had him in the grasp of a firm wing, piloting away from the work building.

"We'd very much appreciate it, Cassidy!" howled the Honchkrow, taking excited steps toward the staff quarters. The Umbreon followed Mitchell tentatively. He never had good experiences with Ingrid.

Entering the backroom, the duo acknowledged the presence of the Incineroar, who desperately looked like they wanted to avoid conversation no matter what. She sat at one of the two tables in the room that was meant for dining. Close to the wall adjacent to the door they just walked through, a closed-circuit camera set up and a blue swivel chair poked at Mitchell's childlike spirit of curiosity.

"G-Good afternoon, Ingrid." spoke Julley, his wimpy words falling to the floor like plastic bags on the sidewalk.

The Incineroar looked up from her phone, batting her eyelids with irritation. "You again? Paninis?"

Awkwardly nodding, the fire and dark type got up out of her seat - not without a groan, and stepped through a door that presumably led to the kitchen. This led Julley and Mitchell to appropriate a seat at the table and an office swivel chair respectively. The Honchkrow gawked at the many monitors and camera views, as well as buttons on the panels before him, that certainly WEREN'T at his disposal.

"Man, look at all this. You're tellin' me this is your wife's store? The entire thing?" Haines said, beginning to spin around in the chair.

"Basically, y-yeah. She got a loan from the bank to open it up, and well. She's been making n-nothing but profit for the past half decade."

"And there's a panini-maker in the staff room?"

"Umm… Yeah?"

"Never let her go, Julley. NEVER."

"Ahah, I'd never dream of-"

"What do you want in your paninis?"

The drole voice came from the direction of the kitchen area. Ingrid slumped against the doorframe with crossed arms and a frown on her face.

"Hmm… Could I have meat, salad and mayo?" Haines ordered, not bothering to look away from the camera systems.

Ingrid nodded once, and stared at Julley. "...Well…?" she groaned. "What do you want?"

"Uhhh… I'll have meat, salad and m-mayo."

"So the exact same thing?"

"Y-Yeah."

Ingrid looked over her shoulder into the kitchen. She turned back to the pair of office workers and huffed. "We're out of mayo."

"Oh. Well, do you have ketchup?"

Ingrid shook her head.

"B-Barbecue sauce?"

Ingrid shook her head.

"W-What sauces do you have?"

"Depends on what you want."

Now Julley was just getting muddled. "Okay, well, do you have Chesto berry sauce?"

"That's a jam, not a sauce."

"D-Do you still have it?"

Ingrid shook her head.

"I'll just have it plain."

"Fine."

The Incineroar returned to the kitchen. Haines looked over at his compatriot.

"Man, Julley. You sure are indecisive."

"What? She wouldn't tell me what sauces were available!"

"Rookie mistake, Breon-Solian; mayo is always available."

"S-She said there was no mayo!"

"Woah, no need to raise your voice, dude. I'm right here."

Julley pouted. Mitchell went back to ogling the cameras, switching to different ones and laughing at the completely unaware shoppers that were under the gaze of a madman.

"Haha, wouldn't it be great if cameras had like, water guns attached to them? You could squirt people and no one would have any idea at all."

The Umbreon failed to see the reasoning behind the idea, aside from just being a general jerk. "I don't think that'd be a good idea at all."

Placing his wings on the side of his temples and smiling, Mitchell responded with some smug remark. At the same time, though, an Incineroar strolled through the kitchen door with a plate of steaming grilled sandwiches.

"Here you go." Ingrid said, before she immediately left to the main part of the shop.

"Thanks In- Oh, she's gone."

Julley shook his head, although was grateful he was able to eat for free today. He stretched for his sandwich that shared the same plate as his boss's, and-

"Wait, what? Your sandwich has mayonnaise on it!"

"Huh?" Mitchell brought his swivel chair closer to the table by gently flapping his wings. This also resulted in the displacement of many important or unimportant paper documents about the room. "We'll I'll be! That is mayo!"

"I-I thought there was no mayo left!"

The Honchkrow shrugged. "Beggars can't be choosers, Julley." he said, as he reached for his mayo-imbued panini.

Not knowing what else to do, the Umbreon just accepted his fate, and dug his teeth into the grilled sandwich. It was tasty, but kinda dry.

"So, anyone in the office catch your eye?"

"...I'm married, Mitch."

Mitchell flicked his left wing about flippantly, blowing over some stacked papers about on another table. "Blah, blah. Married this, married that. You know, marriage only means so much to me."

Julley took it upon himself to get up and order the fallen papers. "Really?"

"Yup. Remember Delilah? Intern?"

Afraid, the Umbreon nodded.

"I asked her out." Mitchell announced proudly.

"U-U-Um, how did that go?"

"She laughed at me."

"I see."

"You know, I gotta hand it to you." Mitchell took a pause to gnaw at his panini. "You 'n' your wife got it going on in the bedroom, I bet."

"M-Mitch, I… We're not in the right place to be speaking about that."

"Where is the right place?"

"There is no right place!"

"Ugh, you HR reps are sooo boring." said the Honchkrow, as he leaned back in the chair callously. "You know, I hope you're treating your bird right in the bedroom. She is a wonderful catch."

"W-What?"

"I'm just saying, Julley. I'd be longstrokin' my wife all day if she looked any hotter. Plus? The damn paninis! Any woman that'll give you paninis is a woman worth chuckin' a ring at. I mean, I'd say anyways."

The Umbreon merely shook his head and enjoyed his sandwich. There was no escaping the weird, awkward, unrealistic sexual talk from his boss. Now that he had thought about it, this Pokemon was his boss. Julley scratched his ear in the shock of realisation.

Entering the staffroom, was the wife in question. However, she didn't seem to have a very amused smile on her face; it was more so serious concern. She looked at Julley, before eventually setting onto Haines, and it was a sight to behold. Or rather, the opposite. The Glaceon looked like she was glaring right through the Honchkrow. Confused, Haines stood up from the chair, and realised Cassidy wasn't looking at him at all, rather at something on the control panel. Turning about, the avian Pokemon spotted a red button at the base of a hard-to-miss microphone, labelled 'PSA MIC - DO NOT TOUCH'.

Mitchell looked at the office swivel chair, then Cassidy. "We were just on our way out."

The Honchkrow stuffed his beak full of meat, mayo and salad, before scampering out of the staffroom. Julley stood and consoled his wife, giving her a kiss as if to apologise.

"I-In all fairness, I didn't see the button either."

…

There were mirrors in the girls' bathroom on the gymnasium wing of the school building. Anais looked at the Sylveon who shared the same lost gaze in pity. A little more to the left of the small frame of the fairy, Giratina stood as proudly as the teenager. That is to say, not proud at all.

"What the fuck is happening to me, Giratina?" she questioned, staring at her reflection without purpose. "Like, who my age can say that they've been kidnapped before? What the fuck is wrong with this city?"

Giratina shrugged their shoulders, being as helpful as ever. "I mean, I can list a bunch of kids who've been kidnapped, but I don't think it'd help."

"No, it wouldn't." Anais deadpanned, throwing another tear stained tissue into the nearby bin. "Gah, and then this dumbass stuff happens with Bella. Have you seen how she's changed?"

"Like, physically?"

"I mean personality-wise. She's turned into a bastard."

"Is that what having friends does to you?"

"The wrong type of friends, yeah!"

"Damn. Is that why you don't have many friends?"

Anais turned to the legendary as if he had known the yammer that came out of his gob. "Are you trying to make me feel better? Or did you just come to be a dick?"

Giratina looked at the floor. "My entire life kinda revolves around me being a dick."

"Uff, you're good at your job." Anais got a little closer to the sink. "I don't even know if I'm ever gonna be able to face Bella again." she painfully admitted, turning on the faucet. "I ain't gonna miss her new friends, but I wish Bella would come back to her damn senses."

"People change, don't they?"

"Yeah… Bella really did change."

Giratina shuffled about to face the Sylveon with a gaze that could melt steel. "When are you gonna change, Anais?"

The fairy pouted, then puckered her lips. "Who knows when I will. I doubt I'm my own problem, though. It's just everyone around me. They're all cunts."

"...Even me?"

A triple threat of knocks pounded the girl's bathroom door, threatening to open it with each pound. "Hnng! Hnhnnnghn hnn?!"

"What…?" Anais turned to what she thought was Giratina's presence, although was actually an abandoned toilet roll. Rolling her eyes, she approached the door and peered it open a little. "Umm… Occupied? O-Oh! What are you guys doing?"

Raidon held in his maw, an embarrassed ball of white - with accented red spots - on his fur. Behind them, Manu watched eagerly like a gambler at a boxing match.

The Luxray gently placed Fraiser on the ground. "We need to sort this thing out." Raidon said, prodding his paw into the normal type's back. "Fraiser's got something he needs to say."

Anais looked back and forth between Raidon and the trembling Furfrou before her. Truth be told, she had only ever seen the Luxray with a goofy smile on his face, or perhaps a frown of dumbfounded discovery. Yet, there he stood, paws a shoulder-width apart, equipped with a glare that could laser-beam her eyebrows off.

Woah. Is it me or does this guy look kinda hot.

Yeah, I guess, but I don't like his accent. Have you heard the way he says bird?!

I'm talking about Raidon! I've never seen him so serious!

Oh. You're kinda late on that one.

"So, what's going on?" said Anais, curiously.

The Luxray poked at the Furfrou again, prompting him to speak. "Oh, um. I came to apologise."

"For what?"

Fraiser poked his digits together like a pet that broke a set of fine china. "So, there was um, this rumor going about the school, that you had broken up with your old boyfriend." explained Fraiser, frivolously fidgeting about.

"Seriously? So you're the one out of all people? Fraiser, why?"

"I-I-It wasn't supposed to be such a big deal! I just…"

"No, it is a really big deal. Why would you tell people I broke up with Raidon?"

"B-Because I told Manu that we were dating!"

Suddenly, all eyes fell on the cheeky Zeraora who soon had that coy grin wiped off his face.

"What? Don't look at me!"

Anais took a step out of the girls' bathroom, and into the main hallway.

"Okay, now the both of you have some explaining to do."

Manu tensed his shoulders. "What? I ain't done nuttin' wrong. This guy showed me a pic on yer phone of you two, 'n' of course I believed it."

"What?" the Sylveon asked authoritatively. "Wait, what picture is he talking about, Fraiser?"

The Furfrou sheepishly got his phone out, and displayed for all members of the conversation to see, an image of Anais, and the Fraiser in question. Smiles about them all. The Sylveon even had her arm around his neck. If their heads were any closer together, their cheeks would've smooched.

Raidon looked at the image, perplexed that he was seeing this all unfold before him. Tilting his head to one side, he raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend, "Uh, Anais? I don't know, this looks pretty convincing." he commented, staring at the image.

"Ugh, no, Raidon. Fraiser and I staged this picture for his brother." she said, before turning to Fraiser. "In fact, I remember telling you on this day, that if you showed anyone this picture, you'd be meat in a can! What's your problem, dude!?"

"I'm sorry, Anais! I'm really sorry! I hadn't expected it to get out like this! Please don't hurt me!"

Anais shook her head in disappointment and sighed. "Of course I'm not gonna hurt you. I just can't believe this. Fraiser, you shouldn't have to prove to your brother anything about your life; You don't owe him anything."

"I'm sorry, I get it." the Furfrou mumbled sadly. "It's… He's been making fun of me recently for it, and I couldn't find another way to just make him stop."

"Then fuck him." the Sylveon angrily blurted out. "If your own brother thinks you're better or worse, just because of who you decide to like, then fuck him. Just don't let it become like this, okay?"

Fraiser sniffled a little, yet had a tiny smile on his face. "O-Okay, Anais. Thanks."

The Furfrou's sniffling became a bit more apparent, before it turned into silent sobbing, then outright crying. Manu looked about the hallway, as if to ask if anyone else was seeing this. Wincing a little, Raidon gestured at a reluctant Anais, who put away her pride and wrapped her arms around the bawling Furfrou, generously squeezing him.

Anais felt her shoulder becoming wetter, so she placed a paw on the back of Fraiser's head and stroked gently. Soon, his whimpers became softer and less violent. However, the hug lasted, and the fairy felt her worries begin to disappear into the thickness of her fur coat.

Behind them, Raidon and Manu exchanged surprised glances. The situation had turned out to be quite whole, like a loaf of brown bread.

Fraiser pulled away, but his anxious frown had departed, leaving behind a new smile. His eyes were still red, though red with the overcoming of challenge.

"Thanks so much, Anais. I'm still really sorry for everything, but thanks."

The Sylveon smiled too, and rubbed the Furfrou's shoulder. "Let's just forget about it."

"S-Sure." Fraiser wiped his cheeks and face, before turning to the doors of the gymnasium. "I'll um, see you guys later."

With the, the normal type left the scene. Now, Anais had glared daggers at the Zeraora.

"Okay, Manu, so who did you spill the beans to?"

The Zeraora put his paws up in defense. "H-Hey, this ain't my beef, I just came here fo' the show."

Anais sat and folded her arms. Manu couldn't stand to see her stare at him like this.

"Alright, alright, I'm sawwy! I gave the tea to Bella. But you know, we're dating now. Ya can't not include the boid in the gossip."

The Sylveon clicked her digits. How? No, don't ask me how. "I fuckin' knew it. Why'd you date her of all people? She's an asshole, Manu. I don't like you much, but have some standards, dude."

The electric Pokemon shrugged his shoulders. "A boid in the haaaaand…"

"Okay, you can fuck off now."

Manu clapped and did a little dance, before he scampered off toward the gym as well. Now that Raidon and Anais were left alone, she was finally able to be honest with him.

"Hey, so, that went pretty well ri-OOF"

Anais tackled the Luxray with a hug, whispering close to his ear. "Arceus, Raidon. Thank you so much."

"Huh? For what?"

"I've just been feeling so shitty recently. I just want peace, and that's all you've given me. Thanks, Raidon. You're an incredible boyfriend."

The electric type made an 'O' with his mouth, before toothily beaming. "Ahaha, I'm just happy to be helpful for once."

"You're more than helpful, dude." Anais admitted, blushing as she nuzzled into the fur on his neck. "I don't know how you do it, but you have this way of just making me feel happy. Even if I've lost one of my best friends."

"Really? You feel happy just like that?"

Anais nodded. "All thanks to you, yeah. I feel like I've just stopped giving care to my worries. Somehow. Arceus, dude. You just make me feel some sort of way - I can't describe it - but you do."

"Shucks, I'm just glad you feel a lil' better after everything that's happened."

"Mhmm." Anais mumbled, before helping Raidon back onto his feet. Now, she gazed deep into his colourful irises. "Do you think... there's anything I can help you with? Anything you want me to do? At all?"

Raidon thought long and hard. He looked up the hallway, he looked down the hallway. No Pokemon in sight, and there was still some time before lunch came to an end.

"Naw, I'm alright!"

…

Alrighty! This was a nice type. I may not be available much during the remainder of the month, but I'm certain you guys have stopped giving half a cherry to these author notes. Maybe I should start writing something actually worthwhile here. Okay well anyways, thanks a bunch!

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