Paul, if not a jerk, was the most boring person I've ever met in my entire life. The only things he did during the past few days was walk, train, eat and insult others then repeat (though not necessarily in the same order, that would be more train, walk, scowl, insult, scowl, walk, scowl, train, train again insult, eat, insult, walk, scowl, scowl again, walk, insult, train and then sleep whilst scowling)—like seriously, just what type of life was that?! He might have healed me back then from my burns but then again, he was also the one that caused them in the first place!

"Zubat, wing attack," I flapped my wings half-heartedly and made sure to aim slightly off course, messing up his lilac hair as well as planting a couple of leaves and small twigs in the birds nest. Add a scowl and... there you go, perfect.

The Pokemon trainer was quickly losing his patience and looked as if he were about to explode any second. Meanwhile, I was just having too much fun messing with his head.

"Weavile, stand by for battle," He said whilst pulling out another Pokeball, "Ice Shard!"

Seriously? Ugh, does he actually want to hurt me for the sake of it? I wouldn't be surprised if that were the case... The task itself though was a piece of cake when I had been playing games that involved running through trees at top speed all my life, manoeuvring through the rain of frozen water effortlessly.

When I had enough, I headed towards Weavile and grabbed her by the arms then proceeded to carry her as I did a couple of aerial stunts. She was pretty agitated though when I let her down though, snarling, "Are you insane?"

"Sorry," The other Pokemon completely ignored me and gave the cold shoulder. I could even feel it as she returned to her red and white capsule. Geez, all of these Pokemon were so uptight and hostile towards one another. I guess that's what happens when Paul was your trainer.

I silently complained in my head as I had to dodge another red beam of light that came from my Pokeball. I refused to go into that... thing. When I had woken up with a massive headache, imagine my surprise when I found myself in this artificial world. It was the size of a small, circular room with invisible walls and fake plants to make it feel more natural. I thought that the oddly coloured trees and textured grass made the interior the complete opposite from natural. It was nothing compared to the real thing. Long story short, I never want to go inside there ever again.

Meanwhile, the purple haired teen was grumbling. Why didn't the damn Zubat get in it's Pokeball? The hate was very much mutual.

I sighed as awkward silence took place, making loops and spins in the air to cure my boredom. Paul had given up on retrieving me and just let me fly around him like the day before, walking silently with this blank face. I had a feeling that this would be normal as the boy didn't seem like the one to talk to his Pokemon. Even then, anything he said was plain insults.

The only good thing that came out of this was Chimchar, who I liked to call Charry. He was a sweet although a bit naive Pokemon. Charry was barely a few weeks old when he was attacked by a couple of Zangoose and then captured by Paul; in short, he was just a baby and yet his trainer continuously overworked the poor fire monkey.

I'll stick around and put up with Paul's temper until Chimchar was given to Ash, if he doesn't release me before that. Honestly, I seriously doubt it though. I was such a high-maintenance Pokemon (only for the sake of annoying him though, I could be nice when I wanted to) that he wouldn't even bother.

It also brought back the question of why he wanted to capture me in the first place. Zubats were probably the most common Pokemon in the world not to mention, pretty weak and annoying. I still remember having to battle through what seemed like billions of them when I played games. The only advantage I had was my human brain and mentality. I couldn't possibly understand for what reason he had for capturing lil' old me.

Sigh...

Having enough of the silence, I flapped my wings harder and sored through the sky, swooping down and performed aerobic loops yet never leaving a certain radius of a tiny, unchanging purple blob.

We were on our way to, I assumed, Veilstone City for Paul's third badge.

"Chimchar! Flamethrower!" Paul ordered. The fire-monkey opened his mouth with a loud cry but a weak smoky flame was the only thing that came out. I watched from the sidelines, hanging upside down a branch on one of the oak trees. "Again!"

I let out a frustrated sigh. Watching the 'training session' was vexing to no ends. That boy never learned from his mistakes, ever. Charry wasn't going to make sudden improvements in his abilities by getting continuously tortured—you needed to be patient, loving and provide proper care for baby animals. This was just going nowhere yet that stupid, annoying, stubborn, little prick didn't seem to believe that.

When I looked back to the grassy field, Chimchar had lost his balance and was wobbling, completely worn out before just falling over in a heap. The poor Pokemon was covered in scratches and bruises all over, it hurt to even look at them. This was full-on physical abuse. Yet, I couldn't say anything because I'm... I don't know, a Pokemon.

"Get up!" The purple haired boy commanded, "I told you to get up!"

Everyone had their limits; Chimchar couldn't take much more of this and I had just reached mine. I swooped down to Paul's annoying as fudge face and bit down on as much of his hair as possible. I proceeded to pull with all my strength and flying away, hair in tow.

He screeched in fury, "Arghh! What the hell?! Get off me!"

For once, I listened to him. I stopped my assault in order to fly over to Chimchar but first grabbed a few Oran berry along the way. My friend took it gratefully with a weak smile and devoured the berries. The fruit started to do its magic (seriously, I think it's real magic. How else can you explain scratches healing in the span of seconds and the quick recovery of strength?) but I've learned from living in the wild that berries don't cure everything. Sometimes, my muscles still ache after a bad encounter with trainers and high-levelled Pokemon even after I've eaten a couple of them. While they are amazingly effective, they aren't miraculous.

"You okay there, Charry?" I asked cautiously, patting his head lightly with my wing, "Dumb trainer of ours pushed you too hard. He doesn't care about our lives or anything, just about getting stronger. Next time, I'll be sure to pull out all of that ugly hair of his,"

"It's fine," Charry let out, "I'm weak and Master's trying to train me; I'm lucky he even has the patience for a Pokemon useless as me,"

"That's not true!" I bristled as I shook my head, "You're fast, rare and strong! Paul just doesn't know a good Pokemon when he sees one,"

He gave me a small smile, "Thanks, Zuzu,"

We gave nicknames to each other soon after we met officially; while I liked to call him Charry, he decided that I needed one and thought Zuzu suited me. Honestly, I think I'll start using it from now on; my original name, Marella, sounded quite human but I know I'll always be known by that name in my mind.

"No problem," I flashed a grin in return before I felt someone looking at me. I don't even need my echolocation to tell me that its Paul, standing behind me with a nasty scowl on his face. I look behind though just to see the

Heh, serves him right!

"You..." The human growled at me, before death-glaring at the Pokemon beside me, "Chimchar. In your ball,"

Charry whimpers slightly, knowing he's in big trouble from that deep tone of our trainer's voice. I instinctively held out a wing in front of him protectively, baring my sharp canines but the fire monkey just shook his head. He tried to give me a reassuring smile but anyone could tell that it was forced.

"Hurry up!" Within moments, a red beam covered the Pokemon and vanished into the Pokeball.

He glared at me again before loudly 'hmpf'ing and walking away. I followed him, wondering just how long I had to keep this up for.

After a day and a half's worth of travel, we stopped by at a nature reserve. It's a small area with only a dozen or so buildings with names I've never heard off. I kind of figured that the game wouldn't include every building in the region—Sinnoh, one of the largest regions in the entire world couldn't be that underpopulated.

"Paul, where are you going?" I groaned even though I knew that the boy wouldn't understand; after just settling down for only fifteen minutes at a cafe, we were once again moving to some location I do not know.

"Hey," One of the customers says in the background, catching my attention, "You know our region's Champion? Cynthia? Well, she's actually in this town, like, right now!"

"Really?!" Their companion asked, tone excited and high.

"Yep! Say, wanna go see her? Might even get her autograph..."

Wait. Cynthia? Hold on a minute... wasn't this in an anime? Where conveniently, Ash and the gang, Paul and Cynthia were in the same town. If I'm remembering this right, Paul challenged the Champion to 6 vs 6 battle and lost horribly.

No way... he wouldn't actually be stupid enough to do that, right? Even if that's how it was in the anime, this is now 'real life'. I'm sure he knows the strength of a trainer with two badges (not including the ones received in other regions) and a Champion by now since he has been a trainer for... I dunno, three years? Four years? Maybe two?

Actually, now on the topic of ages, I wonder if Ash actually grew up in this world. I mean, he was pretty infamous being not able to age...

Paul stopped. Just in front of us, a crowd of people surround a single person, Cynthia. She was the Sinnoh Champion, standing there in the flesh wearing casual clothes with a smile on her face and a luxurious ice cream in her hand.

I nearly fainted; not only was Cynthia known a survivor the most toughest Champion, but she was also one of the most badass females in the whole game series as well as being my favourite Champion out of all the ones spread across the regions.

"Huh? Isn't that Paul?" Turning around, I saw a familiar boy with a cap and a blue shirt alongside his two companions run up to my trainer. Oh wow, it was Ash, so-called 'chosen one'! While he did seem to be about Paul's age, he didn't have the exact features of anime-there were no 'lightning bolts' on his cheeks, Ash looked just like the guy from my childhood T.V. show.

"It really is him!" Exclaimed Dawn, holding a Piplup who was mimicking her. Her unique navy blue hair was left down with its usual yellow clips. Despite the heat, she wore a beanie and short black dress, with a pair of boots.

Brock was beside her with his rather squinted eyes and camping gear, carrying his large backpack, "What's he doing...?"

Following his gaze along the rest of the gang, I watched as Paul step forward. Numerous murmurs arose from the crowd as the purple haired boy starting speaking.

Oh no. Was he really going to...!?

Flapping my wings, I flew towards him as fast as I could.

"I challenge you to a six vs six Pokemon battle!"

With a bit of effort, I landed right on top of his head. Using my mouth, I gripped a bunch of hair and tugged harshly.

You. Idiot. Of. A. Trainer!

"Argh! What the hell, Zubat!"

"Right back at you!" I shouted, the pure stupidity of the situation getting to me. Seriously, Paul, I thought you were smarter than that!

Ugh... I felt like crying; if I had the ability to, there would be waterfalls streaming down my eyes. I hovered next to Paul, across the field where my idol, Cynthia, stood proudly as she held a Pokeball. They both released their first Pokemon, the large magnificent Garchomp towering over little Charry.

"I can't watch this...!" I muttered, covering my eyes with my wings as I settled onto Paul's head. I could just picture it, Charry being effortlessly knocked over without Garchomp having to lift a claw.

"What's Zubat doing?" Ash wondered aloud from where he was standing in the crowd. Pikachu copied his movements while resting on his trainer's shoulder, tilting his head sideways.

"I think it's trying to cover its eyes... which doesn't make sense, seeing it has no need for eyes anyway," Brock answered, "While Zubats do have eyes, those spend most of their life inside dark caves actually lost their sight eventually,"

"Really?!" Dawn cried out, "I didn't know that,"

"Don't worry, most people don't. It's just an odd fact I learnt while studying to become a Pokemon Breeder," Brock said, rubbing his hand lightly against Bonsly, "Though, I'm curious though. Why would Paul, a trainer who only cares about strength, capture a common Zubat?"

"Yeah, I wonder..." Ash trailed off, staring intensely at the battle.

Heh... not even I know the answer... I thought when overhearing their conversation. My big ears weren't only for show, being able to pick up the slightest of noise.

My prediction ended up being true, unsurprisingly. I mean, Garchomp was a ground and dragon type Pokemon while Charry is an unevolved fire type starter. Do the maths...

[Ground beats Fire = Really Basic Pokemon Knowledge]

What I want to know was what on Earth was that purple haired trainer even thinking?! Like, come on! Why would you put a young baby Pokemon against a high levelled one with a type disadvantage?!

Paul's Weavile put up a much better fight than the poor Chimchar, with quick movements and effective ice type moves. I don't know much about her (yes, Weavile is a girl) since I haven't talked to Weavile much but she's quiet, obedient to her trainer and also very bitter. Though she didn't deserve to get knocked out so ruthlessly though.

"Return," Paul's voice was monotone, showing little expression despite two of his Pokemon were knocked out in practically no time at all, "Murkrow! Stand by for battle,"

Murkrow was much faster than Weavile and his flying attribute made him immune to any ground moves. That didn't pose much of a problem to Cynthia's Garchomp, knocking him out with one shot although the attacks did miss the bird Pokemon a couple of times.

I slumped on my trainer's head that had surprisingly barely moved, with my wings dangling down lifelessly.

At this point, I gave up. Paul was just too prideful and stubborn to give up, couldn't he at least see that the power difference him, a trainer with some experience and a starter Pokemon, and Cynthia, the current Sinnoh Champion, was just too big?

Torterra stood his ground for the longest being Paul's oldest and best Pokemon. Solar Beam was also the only move that really affected the opponent but soon after, Torterra was knocked out with a Slash. I think in the anime, Paul gave up after his fourth Pokemon fainted. Which means this is over-

"Zubat," Paul spoke and I raised my head just slightly. Was he calling for me? "Get ready for battle,"

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"What," I said. So did Ash and company, as we all stared at the trainer in shock. I could hear the crowd murmuring amongst themselves as well, bad mouthing the purple haired boy not so discreetly.

"S-seriously...?" I, for one, was completely caught off guard, "W-wait! No, no, nOOOooOoOOoo! GAH, I'm sorry for grabbing at your hair all the time! I won't do it again, promise! Just please, spare me the paaaainnnnn!"

I cried out as Paul pried me off his head before literally throwing me on to the field. As I stared at the giant Garchomp before me, I could only think...

I officially hate my life.

A/N: Here's another update for y'all! This one is a bit shorter than the usual, I promise that the next update will more than make up for it! Thank you for all these reviews and favourites and follows ~ It really brightens my day knowing that people are enjoying my works, so really, thanks!

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Response to Reviews:
Animadow - Aww, thanks! I try my best to write some at least decent quality work :D

ultima-owner - Mmhmm, Paul's an odd one... or just angry, haha!

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Have a fantastic EEVEE-ing, everyone!

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(And no. The puns will not stop.)