Chapter 2

Leaving the house did allow me to let my mind wander without getting interrupted every five minutes by one of my Pokemon. So Quil and I just cuddled? I thought we had...sex. My cheeks grew hot and flushed again at the thought. No, no that didn't happen. He's not bisexual, I don't believe. Why was that the first thought to come to mind…. Guess I'm just that in love? With Quil, a male Decidueye? I don't know, best not to think about it for now. I have to remember that massive order. Wait, did they ever ask for fries? Great.

While I was walking toward the burger joint, I noticed something peculiar in the distance. An old woman and an odd dark figure next to her. I decided to disregard that. My contacts could be playing some tricks on me.

Finally, I made it to the burger joint and placed my absurdly long order. Afterward, I plopped down at the nearest empty table and waited. Soon after I sat down, I heard the entrance door open again, jingling the bell above it and what do you know? It was the old lady from before. She ended up taking a seat on the other side of my table. I realized that the black figure was, in fact, a shiny Greninja. "No way.." Saying it out loud without meaning to. The old lady smiled and let out a small chuckle. "I see my Greninja has caught your eye. Amazing, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he looks awesome. How'd you get a hold of a shiny Froakie?"

"It's quite a long story that I'd rather not get into for the sake of time."

The Greninja spoke immediately after. "Her mother caught me, and gave me to her as a gift."

"Oh, interesting…" The chances of finding a shiny Froakie in the wild were second to none, yet an evolved one was standing right in front of me. Amazing. The woman's eyes widened.

"My, my… You understood what my Greninja just said?" I paused for a second. This was an invention no one had ever made before. Maybe I should keep it a secret for a while… Eh, might as well tell her. Reluctantly I said, "So, last night I invented something. I call it a Poke-translator. It translates Pokemon sounds into human speech."

The strange woman looked amazed.

"Well… That's quite the achievement. And no one else knows about this?"

"No one else does. Other than my Pokemon of course. It's nice having an actual conversation with them, instead of playing charades all the time."

"Oh, care to mention these Pokemon of yours?"

"Um, okay. I have six Pokemon: a Decidueye, Swampert, Lurantis, Lucario, Salazzle and an Alolan-Raichu. My Decidueye has a nickname. I call him Quil."

"Wait, aren't you the champion of Alola?"

Wow, she recognized me. I did not expect that.

"Oh uh, y-yeah, I am." I blushed a bit when she mentioned it. Her Greninja's eyes widened a bit.

"I knew I've seen you somewhere before. Congratulations! I am honored to be in your presence, Mr. Champion." She stands and gives a little bow. Also not expected. "Y'know, my Greninja and I also used to be fearsome trainers. When we were young, of course. Now we just spend our time taking walks, watching TV— I love soap operas and just enjoying what life has to offer. Speaking of fun, what gender are your Pokemon?"

"Why do you ask..?"

"Curiosity, my boy."

"Okay then… I'm gonna need more than that."

"Because, my dear boy, if your Pokemon are the opposite gender, they have a better chance of dealing hits harder, dispelling nasty effects, and survive otherwise lethal blows."

"Woah, I didn't know that. Well alright then, three are male, and the others are female."

"Hm… Even then, they all must love you very much. Am I wrong?"

"No, they do love me-"

"Alright, that's quite enough." Interrupting me.

"Hey, I was talki-"

"What you've said is already enough." Interrupting me again. "Tell me, is one of your Pokemon in love with you?" I froze, a sick feeling growing in my stomach. That's strangely specific. How the hell would she know that? Is she a cop? No, she's too old for that… Ugh, what should I tell her?! My eyes begin to dart around the room, while my cheeks began to get hot. I was at a loss for words. She noticed my distress and began to grin. "So, is there?" Fuck it, I don't care at this point. Might as well tell her…. Maybe I'll stretch the truth. She's bound not to notice. "Well, there is one, but I try to keep a distance when he starts to get more physical than normal. I've managed to-" SMACK! Catching me by surprise, something just walloped the back of my head. Hard too. "Ow! Hey, what the hell was that for?!" Rubbing my head in annoyance.

"You aren't telling the truth, I can tell." A familiar voice said.

"There's no way- Hey, where's your Greninja?" I point behind her, but as soon as she turned her head, the Greninja suddenly reappeared. "Hm? He's right here, why do you ask?"

"But, I thought…" I began to stare at Greninja, trying to keep my center of attention on him, all he gave me was an innocent smile. Was he the one who smacked me? Luckily for him, he's a Pokemon because I would've beaten the crap out of him. "Now, would you be a dear and tell me the truth? Hm?" I divert my attention back to her, as I begin to blush again. "Fine… I'll tell you. The Decidueye I was talking about… Quil was his name. I… I can't lie, I fell in love with him, and I believe he has with me. Sometimes his presence just… I don't know, he always seems to make my heart skip a beat..." I began to ramble on, just letting the words run like a waterfall. "The way he speaks… his voice is just so smooth and nice." I give out a heavy, longing sigh then continue. "The way he looks at me, the way his eyes and personality light up when he's talking to me, the way he acts around me… He would follow me to the very end. Not to mention the shape of his body. Man, does that drive me crazy." The old woman patiently listens, not saying a word and smiling all the while. "His figure is just… so nice to look at, it's like… The perfect mix between muscular and thin. And his soft, feathery texture… God, it drives me nuts. The fact that it's against the law for us to even look at Pokemon in this way is-" I snap back into reality looking to my right, and all I see is the old woman, smiling. "Um, how long have I been talking for?"

"For just enough time, my boy." Her expression changes like she's thinking for a bit, just looking me over closely. "Anything else about this Quil you'd like to talk about?"

"Well, for one, his body is not the only reason I fell in love, let's get that out of the way." She lets out a small chuckle. "Anyway, his personality is like one in a million. He's smart, caring, soft-hearted, tranquil, cool; there are so many other words I could use, but I'll just stick with those."

"And with that Pokemon translator, I assume he has an attractive voice?"

"Oh, more than attractive. It's smooth, soft, and nice and low. He's just desirable in every way." I pause again, my emotions turning negative. I was fuming now.

"It's just that damn law."

The old woman puts her hand on my shoulder, surprising me. Her expression turned serious. Shit, did I say something wrong?

"Young man, you shouldn't let some silly law get in the way of your love between yourself and this Quil of yours. Nor the doubt of his probable bisexuality."

"Are you sure about that? If someone happens to find out and rats me out, I'd go to prison for the next 20 to 30 years. Not to mention my Pokemon would have to be given away, or worse, released!"

"That shouldn't deter you from these feelings. After all, back in the day, me and Greninja here would go at it from time to time." The Greninja smiled and began to speak. "She was a freak in the bed, we would do just about everything-" I cut him off before he went any further. "That's quite enough information, thank you very much." Sarcasm reeking in my words. "But that's beside the point. I don't want to risk Quil's well-being for my own… selfish desires!"

"Does he love you, Ethan?"

"Do- Hold on, how do you-" She repeated herself. More aggressive this time.

"Does he love you, Ethan?" I sat in silence.

"I guess it seems rather obvious at this point."

"Then he wouldn't have a problem giving in to your desires. In fact, he has his desires too." I pondered on this for a bit. She's not wrong, but, this just doesn't feel right… You know what, fuck it. I'm going to enjoy myself. I'm going to live my life how I want it. To hell with this law; I'm confessing my love to him! "Ah, I believe your order is ready." Said the old lady interrupting my thoughts. I turn towards the counter. "Oh, tha-" There's nothing there. "Uh, I guess you were mis-" I turn back around, then the old woman and the Greninja were gone. "...taken." What the hell?! How did they disappear that quickly? Oh. She left a note where she was sitting. I pick it up and read it. "Take flight Ethan, experience all of him with all of you." "Order number 54?!" Great, that was my order. I looked back and gawked at my order. About 7 enormous bags were sitting there. How am I supposed to carry all that? I approached the counter, and the man who called the order began to speak. "You sure you can handle this on your own, bud?"

"Yeah, of course." I wasn't the strongest guy in the world, but I could manage. I took all the bags and made eye contact for a second. "Alright, have a nice da-" He cut his sentence short, just staring at me. I paid no mind and left.

On my way home, I played through different scenarios in my head. I was nervous, but all I know is that I was going to have a memorable experience. I'll finally be able to get this off my chest and be with my Quil.