Lumiose City
"A dazzling metropolis of art and artifice."
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The café was empty, save a loving couple or two sitting in their own isolated corners of the shop, whispering amongst themselves. And the bartender was also present, whistling merrily while tinkering with the coffee machine. Everyone's life was going on as it should be in its normal-length strides, oblivious to the changing world. But his life was the complete opposite.
It wasn't taking steps forward like everyone else, but it was being a rotten child taking on leaps and bounds in the other direction.
And it was his fault. He couldn't resist the 'natural instinct' in the end; the desire to go after something that sparked his interest-or in this case, 'someone'.
He sighed, polishing his poké ball with even more strength at the mold of annoyance he felt in the pit of his stomach. He just had to invite her here to this café-now look at what state of mind he was at. He was miserable. Completely miserable. He thought he could resist the temptation. He was going to tell her to go back home, not to go with him to some café!
He rubbed his poké ball so much that the ball was past the point of sparkling in the light.
He had to be calm. He couldn't revert back to who he was, and what he'd experienced. He had to focus on his goals. There was no room for distractions.
The only thing to do now, was to go find her and ask her to quit. Or even persuade if it came to it. It was the sole way to solve his predicament.
Stuffing his three overly-lustrous poké balls into his satchel, he stood up from the table, making his way towards the door. He was about to head out when he saw a familiar head of hair outside the café's window.
It was her. She was battling another trainer.
He lost all sense of his previous motivation and inched towards the window to get a closer look.
She had her Chespin out. Her opponent standing on the opposite side of the street, had a pidgey (which was a major disadvantage for her Chespin, he noted). Both trainers were having a stand-still, neither making a move. He wondered how she could possibly manage guiding a pokémon throughout battles with other trainers like this. She couldn't talk. How was she going to give commands to her pokémon?
As he dwelled on the possibilities, her Chespin made a move to attack and the pidgey swiftly avoided it with ease.
What was she doing? He criticized. The move on her part was completely useless. She couldn't just make an attack head-on like that. Now her Chespin was on the opponent's side as pidgey was on hers. What good did that give her?
But then she made her next move. Literally.
From where she stood, her and Chespin were making eye contact. He could see them trading glances. She put up a finger and Chespin instantly went rigid as a stick. Until pidgey dove down to attack, that's when she immediately did what seemed like she was pounding her fists together. Chespin understood and leaped above pidgey's attack, rapidly turned in himself to form a sphere then rammed into the bird. He could tell the momentum of the attack was incredible because the pidgey had fainted right on the spot.
The two trainers hastily traded remarks and rewards so the losing could take care of its fainted team-a tradition well-known to all trainers. Chespin waited quietly by its owner's side all the while, and when she was free, Chespin latched onto its owner's knee, a familiar action he'd seen back in the forest. She pried the creature off. He expected her to walk away and treat Chespin coldly. When she'd received Chespin, she hadn't wanted to meet the creature at all. But now, she was hugging the Chespin fiercely and together both trainer and pokémon spun happily at their victory in the middle of the road.
He was entranced.
Later, when she and Chespin finally left, he decided he'd lay off on sending her back home. And he also tried to make himself believe that the reason he did what he did thus far, was only for her well-being.
She was a mute, after all.
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Happy Roaming!