Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated to Pokémon
I remember with every last detail about the day we first met. Everything down to the stupid way your uncombed hair pointed that morning. That morning, I was fuming that morning. I just wanted to get out of that retched place. I had been stuck there for so long, too long. So, when they let out I was thrilled, I was ready to jump for joy and shout out into the skies, I was ready to run out of there forever into freedom, until I saw you. After trapping me in that dreaded prison for so long you had the nerve to show up and tell me that I have to go with you. Be with you from that day on. You, with the stupid uncombed hair smiling at me like an idiot. I remember how much I hated you from that moment. I detested you, just the thought of having to be near you disgusted me so much that I had almost wished that I had been able to stay in my cell, and you knew that.
You knew how much I hated to be around you, how much I just wanted to get away from you and yet. You protected me. You tried your hardest to protect me when we were attacked. Protect me, even when you knew how much I hated everything about you. But there you were, standing out in front of me with your arms stretched out trying to shield me. While I, too exhausted to move laid motionless on the floor behind you. Staring at your back, just trying to forget that this was happening and then I saw them. With their angry eyes and almost smirking mouths, I saw them slowing reaching you. Getting closer and closer ready for another round of attacks. And as I stared up at them and you. You, and your arms, your back, your stupid uncombed hair, I don't know what came over me. It could have just been the seriousness of the moment but I just couldn't let them hurt you. And so, I jumped.
I jumped into battle for you. To now protect you. You, the one I hated so much. As I fought, pushing out the last bit of my strength that I had in me, I couldn't help but think that I had lost my mind. What other way was there to explain what I was doing? I was fighting for the person I despised most in the world. The one I despised even more then the one who had trapped me. I was insane. I had to be. And I couldn't stop but think about this the entire time. From the moment I leapt before you, to the final attack I made, and as I collapsed back to the now drench ground. I had been so preoccupied with the fight and my thoughts that I hadn't notice when it had started to rain and how it made the perfect atmosphere for such a moment. But as I lay on the cold floor, my face getting wet from the rain I watched them leave. And I smiled. I smiled, knowing that you were safe.