Harley meets Chaves and Cail.

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Nov 29, 2014

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Chaves and Cail Meet Harley

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Chaves and Cail Meet Harley

Harley coughed, and then fell to the ground and fainted.

A few hours later, in the day light, a young orange-haired man came across the passed-out man. He didn't quite know what to make of it, it surprised him that there was a person passed out on the street, and that while everyone who walked by him couldn't help but look, everyone was repulsed by him and all avoided walking near him, not even helping him. The man stared at him in silence, wanting to do something but didn't know what. He spoke to the man, and poked and even grabbing him by the shoulders and lifting him, trying to wake him up. He was breathing, but he didn't make any conscious responses. He decided to pick up the man's body, and carry him back to his apartment.

At his house, Harley woke up.

"Hello? Oh look Cail," he said, speaking to Harley and then speaking to another man "he's awake. Hello?"

Harley spoke "Hello, where am I?" He saw that he was in a room, two men in front of him, and he was laying on a couch. Based on what he saw he was in the living room and the place he's in wasn't very big.

"Well, I found you passed out on the street, so I brought you back here, to my apartment." said Chaves.

"Oh." said Harley, sitting up and putting his hand to his stomach "I must have passed out from hunger. I haven't eaten anything in a few days."

"Oh, is that it?" said Chaves, looking at the man before him. He was very skinny, rib-cage sticking out. He was wearing panties and what look to be just clothe wrapped around his chest with cross-stitches holding it together, along with calf-high boots. He had very thin, bony limbs and he had the body-figure of a woman. Overall he was the weirdest looking thing Chaves had ever seen in his life; he didn't even look real!

"Well," Chaves continued "My name is Chaves, and that man over there is my brother Cail."

"Hi." said Cail.

"My name is Harley." he said, rubbing his face a bit and then back to rubbing his stomach.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then Chaves spoke. "Cail, why don't you go and fix dinner for all of us?"

"Oh, sure thing" said Cail, leaving straight away.

"So, he cooks for you?" asked Harley, raspingly.

"Oh, he does when I'm living with him." said Chaves "He doesn't trust me cooking for him, mainly because I usually cook with spicy foods and generally cook food that isn't sweet at all, more suitable to my tastes than his, since he doesn't like spicy foods and generally likes everything he eats to be sweet. So, he doesn't think I'm a good cook, and he cooks instead." Chaves tried explaining slowly.

"Oh." said Harley. He didn't have the strength to talk much. He then coughed.

"Oh… you look sick…"

"Nah, I don't think I'm sick…" said Harley.

There was some more silence, Chaves watching Harley's sickly bony body. He then spoke. "Well… I've got some things to do." and he walked away.

Harley rolled over and tried sleeping.

Dinner was ready awhile later. Cail called out that it was ready and Chaves went to look on Harley. He felt well enough to get up so he went to the kitchen to eat with Chaves and Cail. The table was small and could fit about four people comfortably, but it was enough for just Chaves and Cail since there was just the two of them. Cail had fixed some stirred broccoli, potatoes, and carrots; and also had fried up some slices of fish meat. It wasn't fancy but no one really minded, and they all digged in.

Cail asked Chaves why he had brought Harley home in the first place, and Chaves responded that he simply just wanted to help a poor man in need. Chaves then told Harley that earlier when he was asleep, Cail had yelled at him for bringing some stranger to his house, and had asked why he brought him here back then too, and well as Chaves giving the exact same response; they said the exact same thing over and over until Harley woke up. Harley apologized for being a burden, but Chaves said it was no problem. Then Cail said it really wasn't a problem having him here, it's just that you can't bring strangers home (at least the ones you can't talk to) because who knows what they might do or what might be wrong with them.

"Well, I'm a gay stripper," said Harley "unfortunately I hadn't had a job in a while and had tooken up prostituting myself, but that didn't work out because I'm not getting work, and I ended up starving." What he said might have been strange, but it was what caused him to starve, nonetheless.

"What's a gay stripper?" Chaves asked.

"It's someone who works at a gay stripclub." said Cail.

"Oh, I've heard of those. What's it like at a gay stripclub?"

"It's a stripclub. Where people strip their clothes off, and make a performance off of that. And it's for gay people." said Cail sternly.

"I knew that," said Chaves "But what's it really like?"

"Your brother's right," said Harley "it really is just a stripclub for gay people."

Chaves sighed.

Cail nodded "You know, Chaves, I haven't ever worked at one, but I have gone inside one before, just out of curiosity."

"So, are you two gay or not?" asked Harley.

"I'm gay, and my brother is bisexual." said Chaves.

"Thanks for explaining for me." said Cail sarcastically.

Chaves was going to say more and breathed to prepare himself, but Cail's words interrupted and made him just stare at his brother.

"…I think what Chaves was wanting to say, was that I am a performer, and I do as much research as I can on different things so I can become a good performer."

"…Right, but really Cail is just a guy who can't decide what he wants to do and just changes jobs and occupations whenever he feels like it."

Cail ignored him.

"Oh, okay." said Harley, and going back to eating again. "So, did you say you were brothers earlier?" he said to Chaves.

"Yes, I did."

"Ah. Sorry, I was confused… you two do act like brothers, though."

"Why, because we fight each other?" said Cail.

"More like because we try to kill each other." said Chaves.

"Sort of like that, but more because of how you two respond in general. You both know who's going to say what before you say it."

"Anyone that's known someone for at least a few months can do that." said Cail, monotone.

"Yeah, but, brother, don't you think there's some truth in what he's saying?"

"True. But I'm just saying it doesn't mean we're brothers. Hell, we're twins even, but you can't tell from us talking, and we look nothing alike!"

"We do too look alike; we just don't look exactly alike!"

Harley was smiling nervously.

"See, we're twins," this time Chaves was talking to Harley "We were born on the same day. We don't look exactly like each other because we're fraternal twins, which is just a fancy term meaning we're twins that don't look alike."

"I understand." said Harley, who knew what fraternal twins are but kept his mouth silent.

"I'm glad he understands, because I'm confused." said Cail, who just didn't hear the last part of what Chaves said because he took too long and rambled.

"This is good food." said Harley, trying to change the subject, and too tired to talk like how he normally does (this is really good, some of the best I've ever tasted, can I have your recipe?).

"Yeah, this is good." said Chaves, who normally wouldn't compliment his brother, but it really was good food.

"Why, thank you both!" said Cail, surprised at their compliments.

There was a slight pause.

"Thanks for the meal." said Harley "You know, usually I cook for others because I really love cooking, but being served for once is pretty nice."

"Sure, it was really no problem." said Cail.

Harley searched his mind for something else to say, but couldn't really think of anything related to what they were talking about. What do people normally talk about, uh…? (Harley didn't have too many friends in his life and when he did he mostly talked about Pokémon.)

"…Do you two watch TV?" he asked. (TV=television, to those who may not know the term.)

"Sometimes." said Chaves. "Why?"

"Just wondering. I don't have TV at my apartment. Can't afford it." said Harley.

"Oh." said Chaves. Wanting to continue the conversation and not look rude, he continued "Usually we watch the news every day, either in the morning or at night. I usually don't watch much besides that, though sometimes I watch a documentary or some educational show. And sometimes when a movie's playing on TV we'll both watch it."

"And," continued Cail. "Sometimes I watch fashion shows, for research. One show I really like is 'Fashion Runway'. I also like 'Project Fabulous Dress', 'Suit-Up Man', and 'Southern American Fashion'."

"Oh, and lately we've been watching 'Pokémon Talent,' which is a show where Pokémon and their trainers compete in talent competitions with different acts, and at the end they'd crown the winner.

"Yeah," said Harley, and then he coughed.

"I wonder what that cough is?" asked Cail.

"Uh, I think it's just dry throat." he said, and took a drink of water. "Like I was saying, I haven't had a TV in a while, and I didn't have much time to watch it. When I did I'd watch whatever looked good, or a cooking show, and I did watch the news every morning and sometimes at night. Sometimes when I eat at a restaurant or bar they'd have a TV on that I'd watch, usually sports is on it. Sometimes I watch talent competitions when they're on, or I'd watch Pokémon matches or Pokémon leagues when they were playing."

"Hey, you know what I thought of?" said Chaves. "Pokémon Contests. Sometimes we'd watch them and sometimes we even compete in them. We don't compete professionally in them, but they're a sort of hobby for us and they're really fun."

"Don't speak like that. I've tried to compete through a league before and get to the Grand Festival, and you did too. You just gave up half way through and I lost in the second round of the Grand Festival."

"…Yes, but we have competed just for the fun of it before."

"True."

"Well, I have heard people talk about Pokémon Contests, but I've never competed in a Pokémon Contest before, nevermind cared to watch one."

"Really? You seem like someone that would totally be into that, to me. I don't know why, you seem like someone who likes extravagance and competition."

"Chaves, leave the man alone. Just because you think he looks like that doesn't mean he is like that."

"Well, I am like that, but I don't know what contests are like."

"Re-really!? Do you live in the Hoenn region or someplace else?"

"Chaves…"

"I do live in the Hoenn Region."

"Oh, wow! They're really big, and they take place on battlefields. There's two-"

"Chaves."

"-Rounds. One is where you set up a performance and the other is when you battle other trainers. In the first round the goal is to show off some attribute that the Pokémon has."

"Chaves."

"-And, in the second round the goal is to beat the other opponent, while also looking as good as possible. There are judges watching at all times too, and they judge your every movement to see how good you look. And also there's a Contest M.C.- a person that stands in the middle of the field at all times that talks to the audience and also referees the Pokémon battles. You should really check it out!"

"Chaves!"

"Wow." said Harley. "Sounds complicated, and challenging, but I would like a good challenge, I've been in four different Pokémon Leagues and won two of them. A proper challenge is what I'd need compared to the regular Pokémon leagues."

"It is a challenge. Sure, the main Pokémon contests are usually filled with low-level competitors, you-know, children, and while usually they're ten years old I could've sworn I saw a few eight or nine year olds competing, but they're still the rules you have to follow and usually the guy you have to battle at the end has a pretty high level. The grand festival itself has stronger-leveled Pokémon and once you get to the second round there, it's a doozy, about as strong as the Pokémon leagues you're used to, and there's still the rules and you own look that you're worried about. And if that didn't sound challenging enough there's also 'Champion Contests', which happen rarely and for admission requires that you competed in the Grand Festival, as well as a small deposit (or fee) and some other things. The people there are as strong as the elite four of a region, some even stronger, and with higher levels. I know, if you want to see a contest so badly, why don't we take you to the one happening here in town soon?"

"Chaves I don't think you should do that with someone we just met. And I'm pretty sure you exaggerated that last part."

"Well, would you want to fight anyone in a Champion Contest? Or, say… Jack Satoshi?"

"Uh, no…"

"I think it'd be fabulous if you showed me what a Pokémon Contest looks like."

"See, brother? He doesn't mind! And all we'd have to do is take him there and watch it with him!"

"Oh. Okay…"

Oy-vey. (I'm saying that because that situation is pointing towards trouble…)

"So, are you fine to walk home, or are you going to stay awhile?" asked Cail, sadly.

"No… I mean, I don't feel too well now, but I shouldn't have to stay the night."

"Well, that's good…" said Cail.

"Cail! You shouldn't be so unfriendly to guests!" said Cail.

"Uh…" Cail simply couldn't respond to that. "...You're welcome to stay if you like…"

"Really? That'd be great!" said Harley, who wouldn't mid staying.

"Oh, Cail, how nice of you!"

"Uh… Chaves, I think we should talk someplace where Harley can't hear…"

"What?" They left the room and simply stopped by the outside wall. They talked quietly and didn't think Harley could hear him, but… they were only a few feet away, of course. They argued.

"He CAN'T stay the night!

"Why?!" He was having such trouble, why shouldn't we help him?"

"Because I don't want some random guy mooching off us and staying with us!"

Harley could not stand arguing, and what gets him the most is when family argues. It reminded him of home, where just about… well, everyone argued. His parents argued with each other, Harley argued with his parents, Harley argued with his siblings his siblings argued with each other. "No, no, I was just taking the offer because you offered it I don't really need to stay at all."

They looked at Harley; they looked at each other; they looked at Harley.

Chaves spoke "Why are you so adamant on not letting Harley stay?"

"I already said why. I don't need to explain it…"

Chaves just let it go. "Well, whatever. Now, Harley, are you done eating?"

Harley shook his head no.

"Great then, eat." Ch aves said, then looked to Cail "We should…, move someplace farther."

"…"

So Chaves and Cail went to Cail's bedroom. Harley watched them go, then sat down and began eating again.

After a few moments of discussion, the two brothers walked back.

"Sorry, Harley, I suppose I did overreact, especially since you said you didn't need to stay the night."

"It's fine. You're forgiven." said Harley, wondering if he also apologized to Chaves.

"I don't know about you, but I'm still hungry!" said Chaves, and sat back down.

"Yeah…" said Cail, and he sat back down to eat too."

There was a pause. "So, were you two still going to take me to a contest?" inquired Harley.

"…I was thinking about it…" said Chaves.

"I have no problem with it…" said Cail, grumpily. His head was looking down and he was busy eating.

"Oh, good. Now, to contact you two, can I have you phone number?"

Cail looked back up "Chaves, could he use your cel phone number?"

"Uh…" said Chaves, and he got out his cell phone "Suurree… the number is 1-880-555-4355."

"Ah…" said Harley, who took out his cell phone "1-880-555-… what was that again?"

"1-880-555-4355."

"Okay. Great, I got it!"

After they were all done eating they sat down and watched TV. Then Harley ate dinner with them, thanked them, and left soon after.