Hold on a second.

When going through editing this I realized something.

This is the first chapter/one shot that I have ever wrote, that has exceeded 2,000 words.

Which never happens. Ever.

That, In my book is pretty cool.

This one shot was actually suggested by Bluewolfbat. And it's honestly the best thing I've written in a while. Wellokayimayofrusheditattheendbutstill...

Thank you for your suggestion Bluewolfbat, and thanks for your continuous support as well! It means a ton to me, and I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Friendly Competition (Suggested by Bluewolfbat, Alt. title: Water and Fire)

Frogadier sighed, tapping his foot against the ground impatiently as he sat beneath a tree, just a little way from the camp that was set up for the night. 'Didn't she say that practice would of been a bit shorter today since it was getting late?' He thought. He stared at the clouds that flowed gently across the evening sky, his mind still pondering about how long the training session was going be.

He's been waiting for a while for her to show up. He was hoping to catch up with her with past training events and such, since they really didn't have that much of chance to hang out as much as they did when they first met up with one another, but when they did get the chance to talk however, they seem to hit it off pretty well each time.

In other words, Braixen is a really, really special friend to Frogadier. And she promised to meet up with him once she got back from her showcase training, so they could talk while dinner was being made.

"Hey!" A warm voice greeted him, as it stood a few feet away from where Frogadier was sitting.

Frogadier smiled as he turned his head to the voice that he's been waiting to hear all afternoon. "Hey Braixen, what's u-" His words were quickly cut off once he noticed Braixen's appearance; she was wearing a cream colored dress with a blue ribbon tied around her waist. And there was another blue ribbon placed on the top of her head in a cute, slightly crooked manner.

Braixen, who was completely oblivious to Frogadiers sudden cut of words, continued to speak. "Sorry if it took me so long!" She scratched the back of her head, blushing a bit in embarrassment. "It was a dress rehersal, and Serena had a real difficult time getting this on me, and I did my best to convince her to keep it on since she looked a bit worn out from today's practice." She walked over next to Frogadier and sat down next to him. "So, what's up with you?"

Frogadier quickly collected himself, and gave Braixen a welcoming grin. "Oh nothing much." He said. "After you guys left, Ash rounded up the rest of us for our routine training session. We also practiced some battle tactics as well... But they didn't work out that well." Frogadier rubbed the back of his head. "I still have a bit of a headache from when Hawluchas attack missed the target and went straight for me instead."

Braixen chuckled. "Do you think it was an accident?"

Frogadier shrugged. "Well part of me says it was, and the other part of me says it wasn't."

Braxien chuckled again, but a bit louder. Frogadier thought about it for a second before he started laughing along with her. They were both aware that things were a bit "unsettled" between him and Hawlucha, and it was kinda hilarious on how his pride seemed to carry his grudge along with him.

"I feel like you have it easy though, despite you almost getting a concussion today." Braixen said, still giggling a little.

"Oh?" Frogadier turned his head towards her. "What makes you say that?"

"Well..." Braxien cleared her throat, giving out one last giggle as well. "Let's just say that I almost launched Pancham into the pond near by where we trained... Twice."

"Really now?" Frogadier said, slightly surprised.

"Okay... Maybe three times... But that's not the thing here... Serena called the training session off after the third time just so she can clean up Pancham and his accessories..." Braixen sighed. "Then she gave me a bit of a lecture, even though it wasn't my fault doing the stunt wrong... Okay, maybe it was but..."

"But what?"

"Since I learned Psychic, Serena's trying to make me stop attacks while they're in motion and try to bend them in a certain way. I'm assuming that she got that from one of Ash's stories based off of an adventure he had... either way... It's really hard to pull off..." Braixen huffed. "I envy the pokemon who can pull off that sort of thing... From performing to the contests in far away regions."

"Contests?" Frogadier sounded a bit confused. "What are contests?"

"Just think of them as a gender neutralized Pokemon Showcase. But with flashier performances, and uh... And battles that the finalists compete in so they can select a winner that way." Braixen shrugged. "According to Ash that is. He tells us all stories about the times that he entered them and such. He was even caught up in a tie before from what I heard."

Frogadier chuckled. "You must seem interested in his stories then I assume."

"I'm not interested in most of them." Braixen crossed her arms. "It's just when I try to sleep he just lashes out with a tale of a past adventure of his. And when that Kanto boy goes on a tangent... he get's pretty loud, and expressive. And trust me, that is not a good combination when others are trying to sleep... Unless they're you that is."

Frogadier blushed and crossed his arms. "Well, sorry if I'm that heavy of a sleeper when we're allowed out of the pokeballs for the night."

Braixen chuckled at reaction and decided to pick at Frogadiers sleeping habits a bit more. "It's not just heavy sleeping Frogadier, you literally snore. Very loudly may I add. It's a good thing I've grown used to that though."

Frogadier grunted. "I could of gone my whole life without knowing that and I would of been perfectly fine, you know." His posture slowly slipped into a casual, sloppy posture as he continued on. "But I'm not the only one who snores."

Braixen shot Frogadier a playful glare. "Don't say it."

Frogadier smirked. "I'm going to say it."

"Don't do it."

"I'm gonna do it."

"Don't."

"Im gonna go it."

"No."

"You snore ridiculously loud as well."

"Oh my Arceus..." Braixen shoved Frogadier in a playful manner, blushing with embarrassment. "I told you not to say it!"

Frogadier chuckled, giving Braixen a playful shove in return. "Sorry, couldn't resist."

Braixen rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." She said. "One more swift move like that and I'll give myself the liberty to give you a concussion so bad that you need to stay in the Pokemon center for the weekend. Got it, hotshot?"

"Judging on how you launched your partner into the water 3 times, I'll might take it in consideration." Frogadier crossed his legs, giving off a bit of a smirk while doing so.

"Okay, First of all..." Braixen said. "It was an accident. And secondly-"

"An accident?" Frogadier questioned. "I am aware that you stated that already, but are you POSITIVE that it was an acciddent."

Braixen sat there for a moment, trying to think up a witty come back, but eventually gave up and sighed. "Okay..." She said in defeat. "So maaaayyybeee the first one was completely intentional. But it's only because he never apologized for the way he treated me on the day I evolved. I know he stepped in and such and saved my tail from utter obliteration, but he never said 'I'm sorry' to me. I had my RIGHT to throw that kid into the water!"

Frogadier raised a pokebrow. "And the other two times that you've launched him?"

"He just couldn't keep up with me!" Braixen crossed her arms once more, giving off an annoyed huff when recalling the events from her practice session earlier that day. "He kept stumbling around with his attacks. And he looked kinda like a fool... But I think It was because the outfit he had was too long and and wide and he struggled to keep it on."

Frogadier chuckled. "Whatever you say." Braixen huffed again, shrugging her shoulders. "Performing really isn't that easy you know, And I have a strong belief that it's WAY more tactical than battling since you literally have to time everything perfectly, and the outfits have to fit JUST right."

"Way more tactical you say?" Frogadier sat up, beginning to sound intrigued in this so called 'fact' that Braixen pulled out of thin air. "I bet that I can out do you In style when it comes to performing."

Braixen chuckled. "Oh please." She said, rolling her eyes. "You've never practiced performing before."

Frogadier stood up. "True, but I have watched you practice long enough to know what to do." He turned to Braixen, extending out a hand to help her up. "So what do you say? You wanna see who can be a bigger show off?"

Braixen rolled her eyes. "Even though you could of said that differently, I'll happily oblige to prove you wrong." She reached up and took hold of his hand, and was lifted onto her feet.

Frogadier smirked. "That is IF you manage to prove me wrong."

Braixen smirked as well. "Shut up, you know that I'm going to win already."

Frogadier raised a pokebrow once again. "Oh really?"

Braixen gave him a smug look. "Yeah really!"

The pair moved out to the clear feild that was near by the camp. They were a fair distance apart from one another, and they both were in a starting position.

"Hey!" Braixen called out to Frogadier. "You ready to be proved wrong?"

Frogadier gave out a fake laugh. "Nice joke there Braixey! If anything YOU should be ready to be proved wrong!"

Braixen gave her stick wand a quick twirl. "Keep dreaming Frogadier!" She held her stick out and pointed it at him. "Since you claim to know what you're doing, I'd like to see you go first."

Frogadier smirked. "I will gladly go first ma'am." He said as he held both of his hands parallel from one another charging up a water pulse attack.

Braixen stood there watching him as he charges up his attack. She placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "I wonder how this is gonna end." She said shaking her head. "If anything this isn't going to end well."

"I HEARD THAT YOU KNOW."

Braixen chuckled at Frogadier's reaction to what she said. "Well you know it's true!"

Frogadier groaned with disagreement before launching his attack up into the air. He gave it a few seconds of air time before leaping up after it, preparing himself to go all out on the projectile. Braixen just stood there and watched as he viciously attacked the projectile, slicing it up in various ways. After a while he stopped slicing, and fell to the ground in a stylish manner.

Braixen huffed. "Bravo, you sliced up your own attack. Way to go fruit ninja." She said sarcastically.

Frogadier rolled his eyes. "Wait for it..."

Just as if it was on cue, the Water Pulse gave way from all of the cuts that Frogadier inflicted upon it. What was left of it were tiny drops of water that rained down like glitter. Frogadier smugly looked up at Braixen, who seemed vaguely shocked that he actually managed to pull something off.

"So..." Frogadier said, raising a pokebrow. "How was that for 'not ending well?'"

Braixen stood there in wide eyed shock before speaking once more. "Well, I'm impressed." She said, managing to collect herself. "You managed to do something pretty cool. You learn pretty quick now don't you?"

Frogadier smirked, giving her a quick nod. "Think you can top that?"

Braixen twirled her stick around, giving Frogadier quite the cocky look. "I was born to top that, rookie. Just you watch." Braixen quickly pranced around as she ignited her stick, leaving a trail of fire behind her.

But this fire wasn't burning up the grass below; it was floating.

Frogadier stared at the ring of fire Braixen was making, closely examining how the fire kept burning in place, and it didn't look like it would weaken any time soon.

He knew that she mentioned something about trying to bend attacks with psychic, but was never really that good at it. He wondered...

"Hey!" Braixen called, snapping Frogadier out of his curious trance. "You ready to see how wrong you are, Frogadier?"

Frogadier rolled his eyes. "Enlighten me." He said, while crossing his arms pretending to be un-amused.

Braixen raised her stick up moving the fire along with it. She proceeded to dance and spin around, having the fire move along with her. Her mind and body was focused on the fire staying steady, and make sure that the fire flows just like a ribbon dancing through the air.

After one last spin, she sent the fire upwards, having it explode like fireworks in the night sky. It was quite the beautiful sight to behold.

As soon as the last flame diminished, she walked over to Frogadier, who was in complete awe on what he just witnessed. "So..." Braixen said, giving him a quick nudge. "On a scale from 'wrong' to 'very wrong', how much did I prove you wrong?"

"Well..." Frogadier blushed. He knew after what he witnessed, he was BEYOND "very wrong", and he shouldn't of doubted Braixens the amount of pain and struggle that she had to endure to get where she was today. He finally sighed, admitting his defeat.