Shayla Nakamura and the Johto Journey

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Chapter 4: When Three Come Together

~Shayla's POV~

This is horrible. Just plain horrible. Poor Glaceon was suffering under that smoke. Were battles like this really that emotional for an individual like me? Was I really ready to start a journey? Just as I was about to release my waterworks, the dark smoke cleared up, and I saw Glaceon and Jolteon still standing but as a long five seconds passed, they staggered down with a loud thump.

Silence never sounded so loud.

I ran over to my poor, helpless Glaceon and dropped down next to her, putting her head on my lap. Soon enough, she opened her dark, icy blue eyes and gave me a smiling saying, I'm okay, don't worry about it.

"What happened? Is anybody hurt?" a strange guy asked as he and his Umbreon ran towards the field. Wait, is that a shiny Umbreon?

Nobody said a single word. Either because the mind-blowing battle they witnessed was too extreme or the fact that they were all speechless on the stranger that just barged in. "Is everyone okay?" he asked again as his Umbreon fixed his sharp looking eyes on the backpack his trainer had. This can't be good.

At the corner of my left eye, I saw the guy rambling on if everyone was okay. But, what really caught my attention was that the Umbreon saw Glaceon helplessly laying down on my lap and then looked at his trainer's backpack once more. Next thing you know, the Umbreon jumped on his trainer's back and took a berry out of the bag. Wait, an Oran Berry to be exact. "Umbreon! What are you doing?" the trainer asked as the shiny Umbreon ran off with the berry to give it too...Glaceon? What in the name of heck is happening?

A few moments passed and Umbreon soon dropped by to give Glaceon a 'get better' present. He rolled the berry with his nose so that Glaceon could take a bite. Ah great, Glaceon already has two not-so-secret admirers. More battles coming up soon, the battles that lead to the war for Glaceon's hand in marriage. Well, I wouldn't consider marriage just yet, heck, I would never put her in that mess.

She was scared to take a bite at first. But then when she looked in Umbreon's dark, mysterious eyes, she bit it and chimed, "Glace~!" Which I'm guessing means, 'thanks' or 'thank you' or even 'thank you so much! I love you forever!'. I then saw her blush a little after he smiled at her when she took her first bite. Aw, love at first bite.

Soon enough the owner of the shiny Umbreon rushed over and asked me, "Sorry, did Umbreon cause any-"

"Trouble? Nope, not at all. He's pretty sweet actually," I said, cutting off the...handsome stranger off. Wait, did I just say that?

"Huh, well, looks like he's pretty much of a Casanova now," he said with a smile.

Hm...no cockiness...so far. Let's see how long it'll take him to crumble.

"I guess."

Silence.

"Oh, uh, my name's Drake. And you are?"

"Shayla, nice to meet you."

More silence.

Tron's POV

No way. It can't be. Is that? Something gives me the feeling that he's following me around. That guy has the nerves after setting my bike on fire when I was visiting Grandfather Wattson. And how could? Why is he? WHAT IS HAPPENING? Why am talking to myself in my head?

"Hey, you already, buddy?" I asked my poorly beaten up Jolteon as he got up and shook the dust and dirt off of his coat. By now, he looks miserable, seeing that girl's Glaceon with Drake's incredible Umbreon. Should I ask them what they're talking about? You know, butting in on the conversation? Or should I just stay here with Jolteon, comforting his broken little heart. Or I could take him with me to butt in on the conversation? I'll do the last one.

So, as we approached the two pairs, the conversation ended, the two other Eevee evolutions stared, and as for Jolteon and me we just looked at each other.

"Oh, uh, hey. Nice battle, right?" the girl said with a hint of nervousness in her voice. I wouldn't blame her, if I were in her shoes I would defiantly be like that as well.

"Uh, yeah," I said, scratching the back of my head, "So, I see you've met Drake."

She smiled. "Yeah, you know him?"

I looked at him and he looked pretty confused. That's when he spoke up, "Yeah, Tron and I have some history. I set fire to his bike and he mistook my Gengar for a new 'species'."

"Yeah, um, I never saw a single ghost type in my life. So, about the bike," I started off.

"Don't worry about the bike, I fixed it but I just thought you would be picking it up and I didn't know you would be here. In Johto," Drake said, nodding his head.

Silence.

"So, uh, enough about us, tell us about yourself, Shay," I said, sitting down on a rock right next to me.

Then, out of nowhere, she grabbed me by the collar of my black jacket and practically growled at me, "One, my name is Shayla. Not Shay or any other nickname you can think of, got it punk?" I nodded and saw Drake eating one of the Oran Berries* one by one. "Two, of course." Well, that was unexpected.

"So, you going to tell us where you're from, right?" Drake said, snuggling his prized Umbreon against his chest, using him a live shield. Poor, innocent little creature.

"I guess, there really is no point if I'm left out of the party. Wait, where are you both from?" she said with a little venom in the second sentence.

"I, uh, I'm from, uh Kanto," I stammered out once more, now using Jolteon as my shield of protection. A little cruel, but at least I won't get murdered. I guess.

Drake's POV

Shay then turned her head to me with a 'sweet yet cruel' smile on her face. "And you're from?"

I looked at Umbreon and saw his 'you can't avoid her, face it lover boy, you are madly, deeply, in love with her' look. Man I hated that look. "Hoenn. How about you, Shay?" I smirked as she lifted up her fist, ready to much my face. Well, that was until I grabbed her wrist just when it was about to come in contact with my face.

By now, Shay was growling, that was, until we heard high-pitched screams. Oh heck no. It can't be. Wait, they have to be Tron's. Yeah, they just have to be.

"What do you think you're doing to Lord Drake and Master Tron?" a girl with a pick-it sign with mine and Tron's face on it with a pastel pink background.

Shay then turned to Tron and I and asked, "Lord? Master? What's going on here?"

We both shrugged our shoulders as Jolteon and Umbreon hid behind our legs. Look at them, they're terrified. This is what happens when you are- never mind.

"You know what we mean. You're trying to steal our men from us," a girl with blond hair sneered at Shay.

I heard Shay scoff. "What do you mean by your men? What if they already have a girlfriend?" She then leaned towards Tron and I and whispered, "You both do have girlfriends, right?"

We shook our heads, and she smacked the back of our heads. She looked aggressive, but I never thought she was this aggressive. Don't even get me started on the images running through my mind if she actually attacks one of the girls.

"You see, they don't, therefore, I'm going to be Mrs. Tron Surge," the girl with the blond hair said with pride. I looked to my right to see Tron hiding his face with his palms. I would hate to be in his shoes.

"Whoever said you were going to marry him?" another fangirl dragged out and next thing you know, they all started a cat fight with hitting each other with the signs, slapping one another, or pulling hair.

Tron and I sweat-dropped as we stared at fight convention in front of us. "Pst! Tron, Drake," we heard Shayla (or Shay in my case) whisper, "Let's go to the Pokémon Center."

Without any thought, we quietly (and quickly) jetted off. I bet they didn't even notice us leaving. As we entered, we all sat down in the blue, cushioned chairs. The chaired were in a triangle-like form with a white circular table in the middle of us that was covered with the latest fashion, gossip, and Pokémon magazines.

The three of us then looked at each other. I saw that Shay was wearing a white jacket pocket on the right and left and another one on the left side of her upper chest. Her legs were clad with black leggings and her feet were covered in white sneakers. The baby blue sling was by her side on the chair as she started to tie up her jet black hair into a ponytail. Tron, he was clad in a gloomy, gray jacket that was zipped down and reveled a bright yellow t-shirt. He had on gray pants/jeans that had his fists in the pockets and black running shoes. There was no sign of his backpack anywhere, possibly he didn't bring one, or maybe he lost it.

But then, I broke contact when I saw a magazine on the table with the headline: 'The Hoenn and Kanto Princes'. The picture on it had my face and Tron's...Were we really that big of the deal? I didn't expect this after winning the Hoenn League, maybe the world was getting dumber and dumber each second. They probably just ran out of juicy stories. I then picked it up and turned to page twenty eight and saw an article about me, Drake Genji:

'The Cold Hard Truth or the Invisible Cheat?'

What the heck are they talking about.

'As we've witnessed a year back, Mr. Drake Genji has won the Hoenn League. Or so, that's what people think. Ever since the heated battle between Genji's Umbreon and Takahashi's Leafeon, it keeps everyone questioning, what really happened? Was the referee taking sides? Did he just want Genji to win because Genji is his nephew? Possibly. No one knows the truth for sure. But there are three questions everyone has:

'Is Genji the true winner?'

'Was the referee taking sides?'

'Doesn't this sound familiar?'

Ever since his big win, nobody has heard from him but rumors are saying that he's on a new journey in Johto. If it is true, please contact us so that we could get an interview.'

This can't be happening. It can't be me.

~Shayla's POV~

Drake seemed shake-y ever since he picked up the magazine. Until, he smacked it down on the table so that Tron and I could hear. Both of us snapped our attention to the dark headed fellow who was glaring at one of those dumb magazines I always made fun of. That was, until I saw his and Tron's picture on it. And, as for the title, 'Princes? Seriously?' I didn't get it at all. How are they on a famous magazine? I am the GRANDDAUGHTER of PRYCE, the GYM LEADER!

"Is this what got you grouchy? A stupid magazine?" I asked him as I leaned in closer at his face.

"Turn to page twenty eight," he said as he looked down at his gray sneakers.

And so, with Tron, we flipped the pages to page twenty eight. We passed almost all the pages until Tron stumbled upon a picture of some big-shot coordinator with her Vaporeon. "Well, hello!" Tron said with his eyes bulging when he saw the picture of her. And next thing you knew, I rolled up the magazine and smacked his head with it, multiple times.

"Okay, okay, sheesh, I had no idea you were jealous!" he said as I raised the rolled up magazine as he used Jolteon to 'protect' him.

I rolled my eyes and turned the page to see the head of the article: 'The Cold Hard Truth or the Invisible Cheat?' And it had Drake's picture with Umbreon defeating some guy and his Leafeon. Oh, I get it now. I remember I saw him once, I just couldn't put my finger on it. Drake won the Hoenn League. I think I saw his battles on the television and got infatuated with it. I guess you could say he was just a tiny little detail of inspiration to do Pokémon battles.

As we reached the bottom of the article, we looked at Drake who was holding Umbreon very close to his chest. "Hey, they only want a story. That's all they want. They only want to break people down," I said to him as he just snuggled Umbreon closer into his chest. "Don't worry, man. They just love playing mind games," Tron said, giving Drake his 'sincere' look.

Soon enough, I saw a woman with a microphone and a camera crew coming towards the Pokémon Center.

Okay, so, I'm not really fond of this chapter. Honestly I think it's just plain horrid. But, this is the longest one.

Anyways, I think I'm going to update every Monday or Tuesday for now on. I'm not really sure.

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