Oh Windy Rain and Kaori Kuni, you both made my day for your lovely reviews!
This one goes out to you two~
Chapter 3: Time To Relax...Or something like that.
About a week after my first encounter with the overconfident trainer, Brendan, I decided to spend my next Saturday to explore the supposed cave sight at route 118, just outside of Mauville. Sadly for me, I had wasted a good eight hours of my day searching for the damn thing; and there was absolutely no sign at all of a cave. I was about desperate enough to go home so I let out my Aron, to search over the area a bit more to see if I missed anything. Squealing, the small metal Pokémon appeared before me and began digging around the route.
Lazy from the sun's heat, I stretched out on a nearby boulder. I blinked blue eyes towards the squawking Wingull overhead. They circled endlessly, in a majestic dance while perfect harmony with each other as if rehearsed. Or in my particular opinion they just flew around listlessly until their inferior minds realized that there was landing space for them. I yawned and blinked dazedly at the sun, almost dozing off. Then my lovely five minutes of relaxation was interrupted be a loud metallic squeal. Blinking the sun out of my eyes I sat upright, seeing my Aron charging away from me at a record pace. I sprung immediately to my feet, darting after the devil.
The imp ran for about five minutes before jumping off a short ledge, escaping my sight. I gathered my speed and leapt from the ledge, losing my footing as I touched the ground. My head smacked something soft, but with so much that force it felt like a brick wall was dropped on my head. I remember falling and a loud thrumming noise beneath my head… and then everything went hazy and dark.
I moved my head slightly, hearing blood swish around in my ears, and winced. There was a agonizing throbbing sensation in the back of my head. I groaned at the wavering sting. After a minute or so of soaking in the pain, I opened my eyes, surprised to see nothing but the dark night sky and twinkling silver stars. Odd, I didn't remember falling asleep outside. When the throbbing died down, I noticed a gentle orange glow beside me which was crackling and emitting a pleasant heat. I grumbled at the aching that remained embedded in my skull and struggled to get a good gist of my surroundings. It took me a few minutes, but eventually I brought myself to think clearly. I turned my head a bit, seeing a good sized fire flickering beside me. I was lying on the ground in a small dirt clearing and there was a thin black and red jacket draped over me. I became aware of the heavy weight on my feet and fidgeted uncomfortably, the weight leaving my feet almost immediately. Sitting up slightly, I realized that the previously heavy weight was actually my precious Aron. Aron ran beside my face and nudged my elbow with its head, crying out loudly. The shrill pitch just made my head throb even harder. I clamped my hand over its tiny mouth and groaned.
"Shut. Up." I growled, earning a pathetic whimper from my metal companion. I heard a gasp, that of a human, followed by a shuffling of footsteps. Before I knew it there were cold hands on my shoulder and tired red eyes staring into mine.
"You're awake? Are you ok?" The stranger yelped. I hissed and shoved him away.
"No, and your screaming in my ear isn't helping this stupid headache at all…" I grumbled. It was odd of me to treat anyone like that, but I was so irritated at the moment that frankly I didn't care. The boy moved back and plopped down sighing.
"Sorry, I was just startled I guess." My surroundings stopped spinning and I got a good look of my "savior." To my horror, it was the same boy I had recently encountered in the cave.
"YOU? What are you doing here?" I spluttered. The blackette glared at me in shock and crossed his thin, bare arms.
"What am I doing here? Saving your sorry ass, that's what! Who the hell do you think YOU are to talk to the guy who saved you like that!" He started fuming and I rubbed my forehead. How could this get any worse?
I forced myself to sit up and observe my surroundings. It occurred to me that this wasn't just any clearing, we were sitting in the mouth of a cave off route 118; the cave I was looking for to be precise. I glanced at the blazing fire beside me and was hit with a flood of common sense. I snatched up the boys arm and dragged him out of the cave with me, bringing along all of our supplies; Aron happily trotting behind my heels. Brendan glared at me and snatched his arm away.
"What was that for? Answer me damnit!" I dropped everything on the ground and hit the younger in the head, his hat falling to the ground.
"Are you TRYING to kill us! What the hell were you THINKING? You can't lite a fire in a cave, unless you WANT to die from Carbon Dioxide poisoning!" I seethed. The boy gasped and looked down at his feet. Try to come up with a witty remark to that, punk. "Do you understand what I'm saying to you, brat?" He nodded lightly, still looking down. "Well, then look at me when I speak to you." I demanded. I was not going to take any more crap from this twerp.
Then I saw it. Those ruby eyes looked up to meet my angry blue ones. Sparkling ruby eyes lined with tears. Tears that I caused. I was the absolute worst.
"I was only trying to help…" The teen sniffled looking down again and rubbing his eyes. I cupped his face in my somewhat- dirty hands and lifted it up, rubbing away his tears with my sleeve. I suddenly had to fight the urge to cradle the boy in my arms until he felt better…but I knew better than that.
"Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry I yelled…honestly. I just got scared. I really didn't mean it." I reassured him. The boy in my hands looked up at me in shock for a few moments but then blushes and shoves my hands away.
"Idiot. I wasn't crying. I got smoke from the fire in my eyes. Why the hell would I be crying?" He fumbled picking his bags up out of the dirt. I smirked at his attempt to cover up his feelings; it was actually pretty…cute.
I bent down and picked up the coat that was covering me while I was unconscious, realizing that the boy was only wearing a black beater and it was about 40 degrees or so out. I draped the jacket over his shoulders and he looked up at me in surprise.
"It's pretty chilly out. I think you'll be needing this." He blushed a little and pulled on the jacket quickly, digging through his bag. I plopped down on the ground next to my Aron, rubbing its head gently. "So what were you doing out here?" Brendan pulled out two Pokéballs and smirked at me.
"I'm going to be the next Pokémon Champion. I'm out here on my own training to be the strongest Trainer ever. Not like you would know anything about that, old man." He snickered and I twitched. Was this kid serious? Did he seriously have no clue that I am the Pokémon champion? I thought everyone knew.
"Oh really? Do you think you have what it takes to become the champion?" I smirked a bit, scratching at Aron's chin. Brendan scoffed and released a Kirlia and Marshtomp.
"I know I have what it takes. Kirlia, Flash. Marshtomp, Hydro Pump on the fire." We'll just see about that. I crossed my legs Indian-style as he sat down in front of me.
"I guess I can look forward to a battle from you one of these days?" He broke out in laughter and fell back on the dirt.
"As IF. I think you hit your head a little too hard during that fall." I quickly quirked an eyebrow at the pompous teen.
"Let me ask you something, do you even know anything about the Champion? You should know at least something about your opponents before you face them…" He stopped laughing at this and scratched at his black hair; which, might I add was very shiny in the light emitted by his Kirlia.
"I imagine that the champion is…very powerful. If I don't train my Pokémon to be the absolute best he'll probably take my entire team out in one blow." He blushed and nibbled at his thumbnail a little bit. "He'll command his top-rate team with more confidence and superiority then I can even fathom…he'll be polite but forceful in his actions and not only will he be the strongest mentally and intelligently, but also physically from those long strenuous hours of intense training. The Champion is by far the most perfect trainer." I blushed slightly and saw him shiver a little. He snapped out of his daze and made a determined expression. "And that's why I'm going to train to be the very best so I can impress him and win him over for myself!" I gagged and flushed bright red. Aron looked up at me like I just sprouted two heads. Brendan raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What? You jealous old man?"
"N…No…I doubt the Champion would be interested in brats like you anyway." Brendan gasped and crossed his arms tightly across his chest.
"And just how would you know?" he huffed. I smirked and leaned in closer placing a hand on the brat's chest and pushing him back a bit.
"I just so happen to know the Champion very well." His bright red eyes widened huge and he leaned in close his mouth gaping, breath speeding up a little bit. The teen grabbed my forearms and tugged at them roughly.
"You HAVE TO tell me about him!" He begged. I smirked and crossed my arms sitting back triumphantly.
"No I don't."
"Please…I'm begging you. This is the whole reason I started being a trainer!"
"If you were really so interested then you could have at least done a little research on him…" Come on, this kid doesn't even know the Champs name; otherwise he would have gotten the clue by now. To my surprise he moved closer to me again, blush growing on his face. He bit on his knuckles lightly and sighed.
"I find the mystery exciting." He let out a little gasp and plopped down on his knees. My eye twitched. This kid was seriously a trip.
"He's not really that great. You'd be surprised. I doubt you'll even like him. He only has a few close friends…Nothing too special about him at all. No reason to get yourself worked up…you should just give up to spare yourself of disappointment." I sighed and brushed back my hair. The kid best at least know the truth. He gasped in shock and I felt myself being tackled to the ground. His distraught face was inches from mine and his sparkling eyes were full of hurt.
"Don't you dare say that! I know that he's an amazing person! And you're just…just…JEALOUS!" he panted. I fought down the lump in my throat that was gagging me and my heart rate spiked. The teen's breath dusted across my face like a feather.
"Brendan….I've got to go home. I have work tomorrow…" I whispered to the distressed teen. He sighed and got up, helping me to my feet. His hands were soft.
"…How does your head feel?" He mumbled helping gather my things together. I hoisted my bag over my shoulder and pulled a Pokéball out of my pocket.
"Much better, if you hadn't found me…well I just don't know what would have happened to me. Thank you." I smiled genuinely and he averted my eyes waving his hand.
"You probably would have had a stroke or something, old man." I laughed. I really didn't know what to make of this kid. One minute he's going on about how he's crazy about "me" and the next he's insulting me nonstop.
"Maybe….hey do you have a place to be? It's pretty late. Is it safe for you to be out by yourself at this hour?" I asked in concern. He grinned and put his hands on his hips.
"I have to finish training and get all of my badges as soon as possible. The Champ's not going to wait for me to win him over forever you know!" My heart thumped especially hard. Releasing my trusted Skarmory from his greatball I flashed the spunky teen a grateful smile.
"Thank you again, I really do appreciate it. May our paths cross soon." I scooped up my Aron and climbed atop my Skarmory. Its metallic feathers were absolutely freezing against my thighs. Before I knew it we were far above Brendan, and Route 118, and Hoenn.
Still debating on possible future lemons ._. i'll save that problem for another day.
For now- Reviewers! I have a challange for you!
If you had to be any Pokemon what would you be and why? :D