So this should be the last short chapter of the fic. Only two more chapters to go, so buckle up. What happens when an Ultra Beast is cutting the grass? Simple, you help it! Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 35-Cutting Edge
Like before, Collin and Guzma returned to the motel to give Looker and Anabel the Ultra Beast. Only this time, something was different. Instead of Looker being there, Nanu was talking to Anabel, before turning to see the two enter the room.
"Nanu? What are you doing here?" asked Collin.
"Hmph. I should be asking you the same thing. What is it with you and getting into trouble? First Po Town, then Aether, now this. You need a break kid." he said with a smirk across his face.
"Well that was the plan, but this came up." he said. Nanu looked at Guzma and narrowed his eyes.
"I thought you said you were going home? Helping the Champ huh?" he asked.
"I guess. I mean he asked me to help him and I had nothing better to do." said Guzma.
"Going back to what I said, why are you here?" asked Collin.
"Nanu came to me saying that there is a possible sighting of an Ultra Beast on Poni Island. We haven't gotten any word on what it is or how powerful it is, but there is evidence of one being there." said Anabel.
"She's right. I better go back to Poni. You two stay low for now." said Nanu. "And you," he said, pointing at Anabel. "Stay out of this. If the Ultra Beast on Poni is who I think it is, I want you to keep away. That's an order." Without another word, he left the room.
"Wow, Nanu is actually scary when he's like that." said Guzma.
"What the hell was that all about?" asked Collin.
"Nanu was mine and Looker's superior. He did a lot of Ultra Beast tracking when he was apart of the International Police." she explained. Guzma started to grin and laugh out of nowhere.
"Nanu? Doing something? You're joking!" he said, continuing to laugh.
"Yes it seems impossible to think, but it's true." she said, laughing herself.
"Well that's all well and good." said Collin, laughing as well. "By the way, where's Looker?"
"He's gone out to get food. He should be back-" she said, before the door slammed opened and, yet again, a panting and sweaty Looker was standing there. "...right now."
"Is tubaiste é!" he shouted.
"...fucking really now?" said Collin. "Speak English for once when you come in."
"I can't help it! But no time for that, we got another problem! UB-04 Kartana as been sighted at Malie Garden on Ula Ula. We need to get there now!" he shouted and ran out the building. Anabel sighed and got up from her chair.
"Do I even have to say it?" she asked, turning to the two.
"Nope." they both said.
"Good. We'll see you at the motel on Ula Ula." she said before leaving the room. Shortly after, Collin and Guzma left the room and were ready to take off.
"Are you sure this will be worth it?" asked Guzma.
"Well aside from family bonding, it better be." replied Collin as he summoned Charizard and the two flew from Akala to Ula Ula Island.
Landing just outside of Malie Garden, Guzma and Collin noticed that there was bits of grass flying in the air at a fast rate. The two walked inside to see a crowd watching what they assumed was Kartana, cutting the grass of the garden with blistering speed. Everyone was cheering and clapping while this was going on, which confused the two. They saw a man dressed up in an outfit that said "Malie Garden Maintenance" on the back.
"Sorry, but what's going on here?" asked Collin to the man.
"Oh well this little guy is cutting the grass in the garden." he explained.
"Isn't that a bad thing?" asked Guzma.
"Nah, this garden needed a good trimming and all the Pokemon here are safe. The problem is that it loves cutting the grass so much it's not leaving." the man said. "Not even taking a break." Collin watched at the sharp blades of the Pokemon cut right past them, sending more grass into the air. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head.
"I'm sure I can get this grass cut with a little bit of help." he said, getting his Poke Ball out. "Go Gliscor" he shouted and out came the sharped claw Pokemon. "Alright buddy I need you to help Kartana with the grass. Think you can do that?" With a nod, Gliscor flew past Kartana and began to cut the grass with it. The crowd watched as they cut, as if it was a race to see who could cut the most. Guzma was watching it, confused.
"I thought your Pokemon liked battling. But all they have been doing is talking, dancing and other stuff." he said. "Wouldn't they get bored of all of this?"
"You'd be surprised." replied Collin. "Sometimes they get bored of battling. Same thing day in and day out. The fact that their first time in Alola doesn't involved battling must be good for them because they've been happy."
"What about Onslaught?" asked Guzma. Collin chuckled at his question.
"Onslaught? He lives for battles. Anytime he finds a chance to fight he takes it. But he's extremely dangerous to handle." he confessed.
"How so?" Collin pulled up his shorts to show Guzma a nasty scar that hid in the shorts. "Ooh, that's gotta hurt."
"It did. One thing you should know about Hydreigon's, don't let them use Outrage unless you either have your Poke Ball at the ready, or have a death wish. They can get nasty and attack you without warning. They grow up to fight, they learn to fight, they breed to fight." he said, sounding more and more menacing. "You gotta have the balls to train with one consistently at a young age if you even want them to respect you. Even then they are dangerous."
"Sheesh. Remind me to keep away from Onslaught if you ever use him." said Guzma.
"Hopefully I won't need to." Just as they were finished talking, Kartana and Gliscor finished cutting the grass. The crowd cheered and clapped the now freshly cut Malie Garden.
"Well that's made the job much easier. Won't have to do it till next year." said the maintenance man as he and the crowd walked off and began to do their normal daily duties. Meanwhile, Guzma went up to Kartana and managed to catch it within the Beast Ball, while Collin returned Gliscor to his own ball.
"Well that was another waste of time." said Guzma, sounding mad. "Why am I even here? I've done fucking nothing ever since you called me a few hours ago."
"It's not my fault." said Collin, getting defensive. "I thought this was going to be battle after battle. Which would you rather have?"
"I'd rather we do something of interest rather than picking up shit!" shouted Guzma.
"They why DID you come?!"
"BECAUSE I WANT TO GET TO KNOW MY SON WHO FOR EIGHTEEN YEARS I NEVER HEARD ABOUT!" shouted Guzma. All of what Collin wanted to say was gone. How could he come back from something like that. Guzma was panting like crazy, trying to calm himself down. "Sorry."
"No, it's okay." said Collin, walking up to him. "I wish this was more eventful, but I swear to you it will be worth your while dad." Guzma looked at Collin with shock all over his face.
"Did you just-"
"I did." Collin smiled and began to walk. "Let's get to the motel and drop off this Ultra Beast."
"Sure...son." The two walked side by side, now seeing eye to eye. Perfect timing too, as their next challenge will be one of the toughest they ever faced.
I know it was a rushed ending, but trust me when I say the next chapter will have a lot more father/son bonding. Now I'll try to get the next chapter up tomorrow, but it might take me a day so keep that in mind place. Reviews and comments of any nature are welcomed and as always, I'll see you in the next chapter. Cheerio!