What was once a simple brunch had spiraled into a conversation lasting two hours and thirty minutes.
Jasmine saw the clock had passed twelve – with the minute hand over the six. This brunch had gone beyond its reasonable time.
Had chatting with Lance made the time fly? She barely noticed. They had talked over a myriad of things. Lance let out small snippets of his stay in the Galar region. The training regimen wasn't so different from his routine in Johto, but there was an emphasis on a certain gimmick. Dynamax or something like that. Making pokémon… giant? From the imagery Jasmine had in her head, they would increase the size beyond her steelix! Then, came a small history lesson behind the Champion's uniform.
Lance was so educated in other cultures. A traveling perk that Jasmine knew too well. The Sinnoh region wasn't too distinct from Johto's crazed worship of deities. More so on four, plus the lake guardians. There was also the time she learned of Sunyshore City relying on solar power for electricity.
When she had told Lance all of this, he was impressed. She wasn't one to stay cooped up at home and went on adventures herself. This was something in common. He intently listened to Jasmine's experiences with contests in Sinnoh just as she did with his competitions in Galar. It was… quite pleasant.
But time was up. They were going off their original plans. Neither would admit it, but oddly… they wanted to stay at the booth. They wanted to continue chatting despite being finished eating with the waiter picking up their dirty plates earlier. The only thing left were empty coffee cups and a paid bill. This was all new and exciting, but it had to end. Lance would make that call from his devotion to Draco. Jasmine would agree, even if she was enjoying herself.
At least, she could say it was a good brunch.
They would leave the café, bidding their farewells to the staff, and out into the streets of Olivine. They had to return to the gym pronto. The eyes of townsfolk peered over their Gym Leader being with the Champion. They could get the wrong idea...
Dragonite was released out of his capsule. Lance would jump over his back, waving Jasmine.
"Hop on."
"What?!"
"It'll be much quicker if Dragonite flies us back to the gym – "
He paused when Jasmine brought out Skarmory. She made a slight cough as she approached her steel bird. "I can take my skarmory… thank you."
She could barely handle how the public was continuously staring at them. There were whispers from the townsfolk. Lance said nothing but understood. Jasmine was taking precautions. Still, he would suspect that because of the townsfolk - something would eventually leak to the press.
He sighed. Another possible round of handling their nonsense. Hopefully, this would get buried with tonight's press conference.
"I'll see you back at the gym," he said. Dragonite drew out his wings and carried his trainer toward the heavens.
Olivine Gym was quiet. After the match Kaburagi had with Draco, he gave the youngling a rest. The attendant fed Draco another oran berry. The dratini was nonchalant over blue fruit's bland flavor but indulged it nonetheless.
"Myu..."
"I apologize for Flygon being rough with you earlier," said Kaburagi. "However, you showed tremendous strength! I'll be sure to tell Master Lance and Miss Jasmine of your progress! I certainly wonder how you will compete in those contests."
"We're back Kaburagi," Lance chimed in, entering onto the gym's battlefield with Jasmine at his side.
"Master Lance! You won't believe what has happened!" Kaburagi exclaimed, picking up Draco. "Young Draco shows promise with his skill! He knows iron tail! I assume you taught him that move, Miss Jasmine?"
"Oh… yes," Jasmine replied. "I figured a steel-type move would be nice. It helps add variety to Draco's move set."
"It's certainly not a bad move," Lance said. "It lowers a pokémon's defense. Given Draco's high attack, he would give the opponent further damage."
"Iron tail gives a cool factor when performing it in contests," Jasmine added. "And… I… happen to like that move a lot. It gives a lot of shine to a pokémon when using it. I just like seeing their tails harden and pack a punch!"
Lance smiled. There she goes again, showing her geeky side over steel. She even had her fist in the air. "It suits you."
"Ah, I'm sorry!" Jasmine lowered her hand before covering her red face. "I guess I can get too much – ah!"
"Myu!" Draco hopped out of Kaburagi into his mother's arms. She greeted him warmly and hugged him. "Oh, Draco! You behaved well?"
"Myu..."
"Hmm, that doesn't sound like you did…"
"Myu?!" Draco panicked over the comment. His trainer giggled. "I'm kidding. Oh, I see you have a little bell now! Tell me, did it help you in your training?"
The sun was setting over the horizon, casting dark shadows on the Safari Zone's entrance. Two adjacent lights were torched up near the gate, readying for dusk.
Looker looked up. The bursting flames of the torches made the wooden sign visible under the darkness. The middle of the sign had the famous safari ball carved in, painted with murky camouflaging colors.
It was a journey coming here. Passing through Routes 46 and 47 through its rough cliffs and rampant waterfalls, followed by the endless amount of caves that could easily bring a tourist lost in an underground maze. He was once one of those people. But, after time spent here in Johto, he knew the area inside out. He was thankful to the locals of Cianwood City for giving him directions at the cliff edge gate.
The small bazaar that would greet visitors at the Safari Zone's gate had been cleared out. Now sat a podium, followed by rows of chairs for the guests – mostly the press for this upcoming conference. Looker glanced at his watch. Only fifteen minutes left. Soon, he would leave the region to focus solely on Sinnoh.
Besides the Interpol agents and police officers who joined him for this meeting, someone else was in the distance. Her cell phone was over her right ear as she tucked a strand of her short lavender hair behind the left. Unfortunately, another wavy hair strand slid down, touching her shoulder. Looker could assume who she was talking to, but he would not intrude on her business. She had the right to privacy. Even if she was his pupil, and would take over the case in Johto.
With news that Lance would arrive at this conference, Looker's superior made the right call to bring her along. After all, she would be working with the Dragon Master in his absence. A perfect chance for a meeting.
The girl nodded as she listened to the voice from the phone's speakers. Her superior was giving her final instructions.
"Just don't be nervous when meeting him. You're gonna do fine," He said, sitting in his office. He leaned back against his chair. "I've been told the Champion of Johto and Kanto can be a bit… scary looking. If it helps, just think of the granbull you see in my office. Y'know… that poster that you find funny?"
The girl laughed anxiously. "Are you sure about that?"
She tightened the black gloves over one of her hands before fixing her dark purple blazer of wrinkles. She couldn't deny her clammy skin and beating heart. She was in fact, scared. This would be her first genuine mission on her own. No hand-holding.
If she wanted to rise to the ranks of Interpol, then she had to take this chance. Looker was wary of the daunting task, but her determination led to their superior allowing it. Chief Commissioner Nanu held high hopes, and respect for her hard work so far. In a way, he cared for her greatly, and perhaps… this was her thanks. She wanted to make him proud for taking her in after being found washed up at a beach six months ago.
This mission could be the key to regaining some of her memories. She had no recollection of her past, nothing but a haze. But maybe… this region could trigger a memory back into her noggin. Maybe… Johto was once her home? She wasn't sure. This place seemed foreign, even so… no turning back now.
"Just trying to lighten up the mood," Nanu said on the other end, chuckling. "Listen to Looker. Follow orders for tonight and you'll be good to go. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call."
"I will. Mr. Nanu, thank you for – "
"Excuse me." The girl shut her lips when she heard the deep voice. A tall figure passed her. His cape cast a shadow over her while her eyes locked onto the man's face. He had carmine spiky hair with an intense gaze, followed by his broad shoulder brushing her face. His massive height towered over her before walking into the crowd.
The small hairs over her skin perked up – with goosebumps all over. Had she encountered the Champion just now? Was that… Lance? The young agent stayed frozen in place as her superior across the line attempted to reach her.
"Anabel? Are you still there? Anabel?"
The agent flinched back up over hearing her real name, before pursing her lips. She clenched her shaking right fist and the wrinkles grazed over her glove. "Mr. Nanu… do you remember the time when I went against that raging gyarados that terrorized the melemele sea during my training? I was so frightened, and I haven't felt that way… until now."
"Agent Salon," an Interpol agent called out. Anabel's head perked up at her codename. The agent used his thumb to point back at Looker who waved for her to follow him.
Among the chatter of the press who sat in their seats, some also set up their camera displays. Some reporters brushed up on their appearance before the conference. Others attempted to instigate interviews with the most prominent figures of this conference.
Professor Elm brushed away a couple of reporters with his clumsy smile and waved them off. He entered inside the Safari Zone's main building – and the doors slid shut over the swarm of the press. He made a quick sigh of relief. The social pressure of this meeting was overbearing. He much preferred to indulge in countless hours of research on pokémon evolution.
Warden Baoba welcomed him warmly. Soon after, Looker and Anabel entered through the doors.
"Seems most of us is here," Baoba said, touching his chin. "It is an honor for my Safari Zone to be hosting tonight's press conference."
"It's a shame Professor Oak could not make it," Elm mumbled, fixing his spectacles.
"Ah, but you gathered the notes he sent to you, correct?" Baoba asked.
"Of course – I am prepared. Ah, forgive me – I seem to be a bit nervous. I only hope my recent discoveries will help ease the public's fears. Although, that's idealistic of me."
"I hope to dispel the rumors of the Safari Zone being a biohazard due to picking up those poison types," Baoba added. "They weren't just dropped in the marshlands. It's funny that people think we didn't take precautions."
"I'm sure everything should be cleared up by the end of this meeting," Looker said. "Anyhow, has Leader Clair arrived? We don't have much time le – "
"I have." Clair's voice intruded as she stepped in. Regina was at her side, standing tall behind her.
"Welcome to the Safari Zone Leader Clair," Baoba greeted, taking off his hat.
"Thank heavens," Professor Elm said. "Now that you're here, we can commence the conference shortly."
Clair glanced at the young woman next to Looker. "Who are you?"
"Ah, I suppose I should introduce her," Looker said. "This is – "
"I am Agent Salon of Interpol," Anabel finished, bowing her head out of respect. "You must be Gym Leader Clair of Blackthorn City. A pleasure to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," Clair said. "I see you know of the Johto region's greeting."
"Wait a minute…" Regina trailed off her sentence as she realized who this person might be. "Is… this… going to be the new agent working with us? She's… she's so young…"
"Don't let her appearance deceive you," said Looker. "Agent Salon is much older than you think. She is quite brilliant and talented. I have faith she will perform well here."
"I just thought… she would be much older…"
"My apologies if I am not what you expected," Anabel said. "But rest assured I will do my best to work with Blackthorn City to resolve this case."
"So it seems," Clair muttered, putting hands on her hips. "I'm sure Lance will be quite surprised when he meets you."
"Right…" Anabel's voice trailed off. She didn't want to bring up that she had a possible brief encounter with him.
"Speaking of Lance, is he here?" Looker asked.
"He just arrived with our steward, Kaburagi," replied Clair. "I think he went to speak with the other members of the G-Men. There are a few agents here for the conference of course. He should be joining us quite soon."
"In that case, we must commence the conference," Elm said. "Our time is near, and the broadcast will be on every local news channel across Johto. Leader Clair, make any final adjustments. Prepare yourself."
Draco rested happily over Jasmine's lap. Despite the hefty training from earlier, he was content with being in the comfort of his mother. Much better than being in that cramped poké ball. He purred when his trainer brushed her fingers over his scales. Once dull, now gleaming with health. Not to mention the soothe bell he wore was easing his mood. Despite the mellow attitude, he had hoped to see Lance.
Jasmine had decided to attend the meeting. The proximity of the event was close to home. Cianwood and the Safari Zone were easily reachable either by sea or flight. The sky was clear of any inclement weather that she flew all the way here. She felt an obligation to do so. Not simply as the Gym Leader representing Olivine over the importance of this press conference but also due to Lance's insistence. He had hoped the Johto League's prominent figures would attend. With constant calls and emails sent throughout the League over this. Everyone should have caught wind of it by now.
She sat a few rows away from the podium. She was pleased that the other Johto Gym Leaders took their time to attend. Whitney was sitting next to her holding Clef, shushing her cries over being whisked into her trainer's arms to avoid running off. Beside Jasmine's right, Morty sat patiently for the meeting to begin. Bugsy looked around at all the publicity given such as the news stations and other important figures in their seats. Next to him, Falkner crossed his arms, leaning back on his chair.
He heard a chuckle as a bigger man sat next to him. His muscular arms rested over his thighs as his mustache twitched. "It's a good thing this place is close to home. Hopefully, this conference goes by quickly so I don't miss dinner."
"Evening Chuck," Bugsy greeted. It had been long since he last saw the Gym Leader of Cianwood City.
"Well, I'll be! If it isn't the Bugster! How are things with you?"
"I'm great, thanks. How are you doing?"
As the two indulged in small talk, Pryce took a seat next to Whitney.
"Hey, Pryce! What's up?" Whitney exclaimed, grinning.
Pryce straightened his scarf. "Doing well. It has been a while, Leader Whitney."
He glanced at Jasmine, who turned away. They hadn't seen each other since that night when Lance was brought to his home. Jasmine would expect him to mention it but nothing. Perhaps due to being in public. Even so, their feelings would be put aside as the crowds of guests sat in their seats. The conference would begin.
At the podium, Professor Elm made a quick tap on the microphone to hush the crowd. "Um… may I have your attention? Everyone?"
The voices calmed down, with faint whispers trailing behind. The professor would go on to express gratitude for their presence. Next, he gave small shout-outs to any sponsors or supporters of this conference. Most notably the International Police. Behind the podium, Lance sat among the small group of officers and agents. Two seats nearby were Thorton and Argenta of the Battle Frontier, along with an Elite Four Member whom people predicted no surprise.
Elite Four Member Koga was an established man. He was once the Poison Gym Leader of Fuschia City, a title now taken by his daughter Janine as he rose the ranks. Now among the elite followed by a sense of duty to help the people and pokémon of the Kanto region while perfecting ninjutsu techniques to cripple his enemies. He ended up joining the crusade with Lance once he heard of the G-Men. He was impressed by their noble causes.
Of course, the other members of the Indigo Elite Four were present – just sitting on the other side with the regular crowd.
Jasmine recognized the importance of everyone in this meeting. Once she saw Lance sitting on the other side – the lights shone over him. His once gentle demeanor was hidden away under a stoic face. A different man than the one she spoke to earlier.
Professor Elm spoke about the tragedy of Dragon's Den by Team Rocket. Later, he gave the microphone to Warden Baoba to talk about the events that unfolded after the relocation of the poison types into the Safari Zone.
"I'll admit I was concerned given the amount of damage those muk and grimer had done to Dragon's Den," Baoba said. "I worried they would become a hazard to the other pokémon in the marshlands, but they adapted quite well. Until one day, I came across a strange discovery."
He explained about color changes happening to the poison pokémon. Their slimy purple bodies started to show hues of green and yellow. It was then he decided to phone Professor Elm. He told the Professor of the noticeable changes in the marshland's new residents. Intrigued, Elm instigated research into what exactly caused this phenomenon – with Professor Oak assisting now and again. The research was still ongoing.
"Eventually, we discovered they had an unsustainable appetite. They would consume more garbage than the average muk line," explained Elm. "It was then Professor Oak and I wondered if we were witnessing an evolutionary process. Granted, we do not know exactly what Team Rocket had done to them aside from the International Police finding discarded needles in the rubble of their secret base, but it seems their experiments have triggered a change in these pokémon. I have made telephone calls to Professor Rowan in the Sinnoh region for his analysis and opinion. Rest assured, once we have conclusive data, we will publish them at a later time."
Warden Baoba would take the mic to explain the outcome of those pokémon. His marshland could not support their everlasting appetites and was consulted to remove them from the habitat and relocate them to another region. Preferably one that needed cleaning up from messy pollution. While Kanto was a viable choice, it was off the table.
Looker approached the podium for this speech. "Due to the Kanto region's refusal to take in those pokémon, we have decided to relocate them to the Alola region, where they will be observed and cared for by the Aether Foundation. Therefore, the threat of those poison types to the Johto region has come to an end. The people and pokémon of the Johto can rest easy now that this invasion has reached its conclusion."
A couple of claps here and there followed by camera flashes, but Looker halted them. "However, an unfortunate threat still looms within the region. Now, a word from the Gym Leader of Blackthorn City, Clair."
There were minor claps when Clair stepped onto the podium. Jasmine had been one of them. Clair stood straight, facing the crowd. This was it. The moment she and the rest of her clan had waited for. Her speech. For that many kilometers away, beyond the sanctuary known as the Safari Zone, all of Blackthorn City tuned in to this broadcast.
With a deep breath, she spoke into the microphone.
"Citizens of the Johto region. For several years I have had the honor of serving the Johto Pokémon League as the final Gym Leader. The League is a rite of passage for all trainers who embark on a journey to seek strength and rise above with their pokémon. But this position has also brought me a test of leadership. A tragedy has struck my beloved home of Blackthorn City. Home of the sacred Dragon's Den and Holy Land. Many dragon pokémon have fallen ill from the invasion of the deadly poison types. Some have lost their lives. It… has been a difficult time for me and my clan. We have been working nonstop to prevent further damage."
It was clear through Clair's words that she may have been wanting sympathy – but Jasmine didn't care. She held Draco closely. All those innocent dragon pokémon who died by the poisonings. She cared just as much.
"This tragedy has affected many families across the region," Clair continued. "However, this crisis was not caused by natural means. It was deliberate, caused by Team Rocket. They have inflicted chaos upon our region once again!"
Draco stood quiet in Jasmine's lap, watching the conference unfold. His eyes darted to Clef in Whitney's arms. She was dozing off, much like her trainer. Eventually, Whitney felt an elbow hit her chest. Bugsy cleared his throat with a frown while she woke up.
"Hah? Oh…" Whitney yawned. Not a good time to fall asleep during such an important meeting.
"As we recover from this crisis, know that we will find the members responsible for the tragedy inflicted upon Blackthorn City!" Clair shouted through the podium. "With Team Rocket back, we must fight against the terrorism done upon our beloved Johto! With the help of Interpol and the Pokémon G-Men, we will bring them to justice! For the Johto region does not and will never endorse Team Rocket!"
In high spirits, the crowd burst with applause. The magnitude of support made Clair's face beet red. So much so that she cracked a smile. Even her colleagues, the Johto Gym Leaders had sung with high praise.
"Woohoo! You go, Clair!" Whitney shouted, waking up Clef. Jasmine clapped loudly as Draco was puzzled over the sudden noise.
"Awesome speech!" cried Chuck, with Morty extending his applause.
"I… I did it…" Clair mumbled. Faintly enough so the microphone couldn't catch it.
Even from the crowd behind, Lance clapped. It was a poignant speech that got the message across. The whole region had heard it. That was enough. He had to congratulate his cousin later.
"Oh, how wonderful," Kaburagi said. "Antir will be proud."
Eventually, the closing statements were brought by Looker. Clair, who had finished… left the podium and sat next to the other Gym Leaders. It was done. Her speech was broadcast live across the region.
"Clair, that was awesome!" Whitney cried. "You did great!"
"I did? Thank you." Clair breathed out of relief. "I was worried I would make a fool out of myself, but I did some good improv."
"And I thought Lance had a penchant for speeches," Falkner added.
"Indeed. You did well, Clair," said Jasmine. Draco cuddled closer to her chest.
"Oh, Jasmine! It's been a while." Clair caressed the scaly cheeks of her dratini. "My, your dratini looks great! He's changed a bit since I last saw him!"
"Indeed he has. Thanks to you. He has a name too. Draco," Jasmine said softly.
"Draco? Is he named after the constellation? I love that legend! It's very popular within my clan!"
A small chat started between the two, mostly focusing on Draco. Smaller chats came through between the Gym Leaders as Looker went on with his speech. Once it reached the end, Looker allowed reporters to ask their questions. Some were left open-ended, with the press finding the answers too brief to their liking. Some of the tabloids were annoyed they couldn't squeeze out a good story to exaggerate.
Of course, the biggest news that broke out was Looker leaving the work of Interpol in Johto to his successor.
Anabel was swarmed by the press over questions of how she would handle the task. All the commotion brought her to remember her training – when under pressure, never give out the secret details. Looker and Nanu enforced that and Interpol agents themselves swore to secrecy on sensitive information. She was quick to respond briefly, but she grew agitated by the further inquiries. Looker intervened as a saving grace.
"More questions will be answered as the case goes on," he said. "For now, it is too early for that."
From a distance, Lance was observing all of it. Particularly on his new partner. The rookie Agent Salon. Her mannerisms, her posture, her way of speech. He needed a good look at her. After all, this was who he was going to work with.
"She looks quite young," Kaburagi remarked, watching the girl. "Hard to believe she is taking over for Looker. Do you think you two will get along?"
Lance did not comment as he was deep in observation. It would not last long once Looker had gone up to him, with Anabel behind. They managed to snag some free time from the press.
"I've been waiting for this. I suppose you two haven't properly introduced yourselves," Looker chuckled. "Champion Lance, I'd like you to meet my entrusted partner and new agent overlooking the case, Agent Salon."
The girl made a bow out of respect. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Johto Champion Lance."
Lance stood over her. The towering presence made Anabel gulp. Luckily, she was able to hide it. She kept her composure when her stoic face almost broke into nervousness. He reached out his hand. Anabel sensed his fingertips brushing against her lavender hair.
"A pleasure to meet you, Agent Salon. I look forward to working with you." A simple handshake with a sublime smile from Lance, but Anabel sensed apprehension.
Was he uneasy? Much like her? They had just met after all. How would they work together here forth? Both wondered about that, but Lance's thoughts also had Jasmine and Draco. Their schedule could change, and he didn't want to break his promise. He would have to think of a way.
That could wait, as this was just their initial meeting. Perhaps Agent Salon would be cooperative and less nosy than Looker. Maybe. He had to stay vigilant. One misstep and his secret could be blown. Gaining her trust was crucial. But in the case things would fail…
…he had Thorton already digging for information about her. Such as her real name. Now that the new agent made herself present, he had to prepare himself for what was to come.
Lance hoped it would be a last resort.
With the broadcast nearing its end, Clair was picked up by a famous talk show host from Goldenrod. Her round glasses shined with a smile over her lips.
"Leader Clair! I was wondering if you're interested in joining my next talk show segment!" She called out. Clair was taken back by surprise. "DJ Mary?!"
"Oh, I was so impressed by your speech! You were simply wonderful! You have such good qualities as a leader for Blackthorn," Mary explained. "Do you mind if I set up a proper interview… with you?"
"With… me?" Normally, it was Lance who would receive the press and attention due to his status as Champion. It was rare for her to get the spotlight. After this, she had secured a spot. She hadn't been interviewed by a talk show host in a long time. She nodded. "I'd… be honored to."
"Looks like Clair is going to be snagging some interviews," Whitney remarked. She placed her hands on her hips as Clef sat on her shoulder. "Last time I did some was during the Goldenrod Tower incident…"
"The attention must be new to her. I mean she always in Lance's shadow," Bugsy added.
"I'm glad Clair is making a name for herself," Morty said. "Not that she didn't have an impressive resume before…"
"…she's getting recognized a bit more," Jasmine finished. "I'm… glad."
"Excuse me," a soft voice intruded on the group. Her short lavender hair and dark suit made her instantly recognizable.
"Huh?" Whitney asked, turning to her. "You're the new agent! Agent Salon!"
"Yes, pardon for intruding," Anabel said. "I… I need to speak a word with… Gym Leader Jasmine."
"Me?" Jasmine inquired, stepping toward her. What exactly brought her under the agent's radar? This was so sudden.
"Yes. Come with me please, if you will."
While Anabel seemed she made a command, her voice was so gentle that it was more of a request. Jasmine followed her, leaving the other Gym Leaders dumbfounded. Especially Whitney. Now she was dying to know what the new agent wanted with Jasmine.
Curiosity killed the cat be damned. She was going to find out. So she followed. Of course, Morty and Bugsy went after Whitney to stop her.
Jasmine found herself in a quieter area, behind the stage with Anabel. Unknown to them, Whitney secured a hiding spot behind a bush. Behind she could hear Morty chide her over her nosiness.
"Shut it, Morty," Whitney muttered. Clef nodded in agreement with her trainer. "No Interpol agent is going to walk away with my best friend without an explanation."
"Whitney, we have nothing to do with this," Bugsy said. "We should leave before we get into trouble – "
"Quiet! They're talking." She shifted her face on her friend and the agent.
"I suppose you are wondering why I brought you here," Anabel said. Jasmine nodded, feeling uneasy. Just what exactly did she want?
"I should introduce myself again. I am Agent Salon of Interpol. I will be looking over the case in Johto in Looker's stead. You must know that we will also be working with the Pokémon G-Men. Therefore… I must ask…"
She pulled out a small photo from her blazer's pocket. The picture was on its backside. "…your connection to the agent, Champion Lance. Perhaps, you can explain this photo?"
Once presented with the photo, Jasmine's breath hitched.
"So I was correct. I assume your relationship with the Champion is not public," Anabel said. "Just know I'll try to not let our case get in the way of your time with him, but I cannot guarantee it. That is all."
She bowed in courtesy. "Thank you for your time. I look forward to working with Champion Lance, and you, possibly. This will not be the last time we meet, Gym Leader Jasmine."
When she walked away, Jasmine's hands trembled over the photo. Had the agent been spying on them earlier at the Olivine Café?! How on earth did she get that picture of them eating together?! How much did she know? To what extent? Should she tell Lance that she was onto them?
And with Draco in her left arm, he was angry. He growled as the agent disappeared. Who was she to talk like that to his mother?! He could have jumped out in defense, but what good would that do? It would only cause more conflict. He had to stay put.
Little did they know that behind the bushes, Whitney struggled to speak. Her eyes widened as her knees fell onto the grass. She had heard everything.
Jasmine.
Relationship.
Lance.
"W – w – whaa…"
Even Clef was stunned! Mimicking her trainer's movements.
"I... I don't know what to say," Morty mumbled, hand over his forehead. That was completely unexpected.
Bugsy scratched his head, laughing nervously. "Let's pretend we didn't hear all that, shall we?"
Anabel stopped by the podium, watching a crew clean up. Lance was involved with the press by answering questions. Of course, she chuckled when one paparazzi asked him something.
"One of our reporters spotted you with Gym Leader Jasmine having brunch at the Olivine Café earlier today. We have this photo as evidence. Care to comment?"
Within the Johto region, existed a sanctuary devoted to holding athletic competitions for pokémon.
Over the years, the Pokéathlon has amassed great support. Its popularity skyrocketed to worldwide fame – with trainers from all around the world competing in the exhibitions. Enough to rival the contests in the Hoenn and Sinnoh regions. For many who competed, prizes were a main objective. Objects of high value would be received in exchange for points – which many athletes would stock in. The medals would come after, and winners would bask in the glory. Those who would win would rise in the ranks – unlocking challenging games in return.
One trainer was set on rising to the top.
Within the Pokéathlon Dome by the aprijuice stand, a red-haired trainer slid his money across the counter. The vendor gave him a drink in return.
"Have a good day!" He said, bowing in respect. The trainer walked away with the drink in his hand. He sat on a nearby bench. Next to him, his strongest pokémon whisked the drink away with his claws. He chugged down the aprijuice.
"How is it, Feraligatr?" The trainer asked.
When finished, the blue crocodilian pokémon sighed in contentment. Not too sour, not too sweet. Just perfect. His trainer nodded in response.
"Good. That should help for the next match," he said.
"S – Silver?"
That voice. It was eerily familiar and super close. The trainer glanced in its direction. There stood a boy, lifting his black and gold cap to uncover his gray eyes. It met up with his own, along with a meganium that stared at his feraligatr. She smiled in greeting, the flower over her neck emitting a strong aroma that could calm even the most stressed.
Silver stood up, unfazed.
"It's you!" The other trainer shouted, before setting his cap back over his dark hair. "I haven't seen you in a while! How are you?"
Silver stood silent before walking away. Feraligatr followed after. The other trainer yelled and chased after him. "Hey!"
"What do you want, Ethan?" Silver muttered. He was the last person he wanted to see. The boy from New Bark Town would only be a distraction toward his goals.
No, it just did not involve medallions and shiny objects. It was far beyond that. Silver's road toward the Pokémon League was inching closer day by day. He had earned all eight badges and could compete whenever. Yet, he found himself at the Pokélathon Dome instead. He couldn't go to Indigo Plateau just yet.
Something was on his mind. He hadn't forgotten that day. It was possibly the most foolish thing he had done. No way did he stand a chance against the Champion. Nonetheless, his hubris was too much. It only backfired once he lost a battle against Lance during the Goldenrod Tower incident. Silver was persistent with a match, even if the region was in danger – Lance had no time to entertain a battle. Team Rocket's revival was nearing and he was losing patience. But Silver kept pressing him like a toddler. He had to prove himself, his strength should be enough to rid of Team Rocket and rise to the top.
Instead, he was met with chilling words after his bitter defeat within the corridors of Team Rocket's hideout.
...
"You have much to learn," Lance said, returning Dragonite toward his capsule. "Your treatment towards your pokémon is appalling. How can you call yourself a strong trainer if you have to rely on dirty tactics to yield results?"
"What did you say?!" Silver's eyes radiated with fury as he clutched Feraligatr's poké ball. To think he truly had a chance in this match. He had lost, badly. Humiliating.
"I don't need to repeat it, Silver. There is a lack of respect and trust you have for your pokémon. These essential things make the bond between a pokémon and its trainer strong. Continue that and you will head down a dark path. There is no victory at the end of it, only defeat. Once you truly change your ways, then I will welcome a challenge for you at Indigo Plateau."
...
The memory ended as Silver recalled Lance's cape fluttering away from him. He clenched his fists. He had to prove Lance wrong. Every day his words replayed in his mind like a record player, agonizing him to make changes. And he was.
Slowly, but surely. After all, he had already taken the first step when he helped Lyra against Team Rocket in Goldenrod. Now he was here, training his pokémon and rewarding them with delicious drinks. And Ethan was not going to interfere.
"I… I just wanted to say hi," Ethan replied. "I heard what you did during the incident at Goldenrod. I'm really glad you helped Lyra defeat Team Rocket. She would have been in trouble had you not shown up."
"And where were you that day?" Silver spat.
"Ah! Heh, well…" Ethan scratched his neck, chuckling awkwardly. "I was at Ilex Forest working on the Pokédex…"
"Couldn't even bother to make a call."
"Listen, the signal there sucked! Just cut me some slack, will you?"
"Hmph. What else is new? Still stuck on the fifth gym? If nothing has changed then this conversation is over. I have to focus on my next match here."
"Actually! I got the Storm Badge just recently!" Ethan whipped out his badge case, proudly displaying his winnings. "Now I am up to the sixth one! Olivine City is my next stop! See? I'm catching up to you and Lyra!"
"Still have a long way to go."
"Really Silver?!" Ethan pouted, setting down his badge case. "At least I'm taking my time. I want to enjoy my adventure as much as I can. The League can wait."
"You do you then," Silver said, waving as he walked off. This conversation was just dragging on.
"Hey! I'm not done yet!" Ethan went in front of him.
"What's this? Do you want to battle?" There was a slight smirk on Silver's face. Of course, a pokémon battle might be just what he needs to help further his goals! "Fine, I've been aching for some action!"
As Ethan was to respond, the sound of Clair's voice in the background had the two look up. The Pokélathon Dome's large screens switched to a broadcast featuring the Blackthorn Gym Leader. A rebroadcast of the Safari Zone's conference by late-night news.
"Many dragon pokémon have fallen ill from the invasion of deadly poison types and some have even lost their lives. It… has been a difficult time for me and my clan who have been working nonstop to prevent the damage," Clair said through the television. "This tragedy has affected many families and loved ones across the region. However, this crisis was not caused by natural means. It was deliberate, caused by the evil organization, Team Rocket. They have inflicted chaos upon our region once again!"
"Team Rocket…" Ethan mumbled, his eyes glued to the screen. Neither he nor Silver noticed a small crowd appearing behind them toward the broadcast. Silver immediately could not avoid the screening as he scanned Clair's surroundings. Mostly Interpol agents and Regina in the background. While Looker, Professor Elm, and Warden Baoba are at the front near Clair.
Then, he spotted him.
Lance.
The Champion was in the crowd, by the farthest point on the left. Of course, he would be there if his cousin was. His face was neutral, but his stare made Silver frown.
He was aching to ask for another battle.
"As we recover from this crisis, know that we will find those responsible for the tragedy inflicted upon Blackthorn City!" Clair shouted. "With Team Rocket back, we must fight against the terrorism done upon our beloved Johto! With the help of Interpol and the Pokémon G-Men, we will bring them to justice! For the Johto region does not and will never endorse Team Rocket!"
Cheers and claps erupted within Pokéalthon Dome. With his fist in the air, Ethan shouted, "Down with Team Rocket!"
"For Johto!"
"Pokémon are not tools!"
The pumped-out crowd did not make Silver budge. Rather, he stood silent. His so-called rival was enjoying himself by cheering with the crowd. Yet, he could not partake in it. His feraligatr sensed his trainer's face. A slight trace of concern.
"They're still here…" He grumbled. "That must mean…"
No, he didn't want to think about it. He hadn't seen him in a long time. Giovanni didn't return during the Radio Tower Incident, so why would he return anytime soon? Was Team Rocket really that desperate for their leader's return?
Or also known as his…
"Looks like you're gonna have to take down Team Rocket again!" Ethan called out, approaching his rival with Meganium. Silver closed his eyes as his hands dug deep into his pockets. "Tch, they're a broken faction. They would be wiped out pretty easily nowadays."
"I know but… it's horrible, what they're doing," said Ethan. "Like… Giovanni isn't coming back. I don't know why they keep trying."
"Like rabid dogs with foam in their mouths. The worship they have for him is ridiculous."
"I agree. He must have some sort of god complex. Like does he see himself as important as like… Arceus?"
"He does." The tone in Silver's voice was direct.
"You sure responded like you know him," Ethan chuckled.
Silver's eyes narrowed. "He's... selfish. He's weak, a coward…"
"Huh?"
"…I hate him."
"Silver?"
Ethan glanced at Silver worriedly from the bitter words spoken. He sounded angry, almost as if he were holding a grudge. There was a deep passion in the boy's eyes that Ethan detected. What got him fired up all of a sudden? Ethan wanted to inquire.
"Forget it," Silver said, turning away. "You wouldn't understand…"
"What do you mean? Silver?" As Ethan held out his hand, Silver walked away with his pokémon. Ethan did not go after him. His shadow stood still over the lighting of the broadcast screening. While Silver's moved away.
As Ethan watched him fade into the distance, he overheard gossip. Two members of the paparazzi were passing through, chatting. One of them pulled out a photo to show to his colleague.
"Check this out! A little taste of tomorrow's headlines!"
"Holy... is that the Champion, Lance?! In Olivine City?!"
"That's right. I heard rumors he's been visiting there often! Managed to snag this photo for the paper! He's seeing someone, hehe."
"No way! The city's Gym Leader?! Jasmine?! Oh, this is juicy! I can't wait for – "
"You saw Lance?"
Ethan and Meganium's mouths opened wide when Silver reappeared in front of the paparazzi. Both were startled by the redhead along with Feraligatr's presence looming over them. "What the?!"
"He's been visiting Olivine City?" Silver asked. Neither reporter answered and Silver was fine with that. Rather, he smirked. This was it. A perfect opportunity had risen to see the Champion again.
And this time, he was going to show Lance of the changes he had made.
He turned toward Ethan. "That's your next destination, right? I'll join you."
A/N: I have no excuse. I've been meaning to update this story, honest! A lot has been happening in my life and I've been writing mostly original content nowadays. Took a while, but I finally managed to post this just before the new year! I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Anabel, Silver, and Ethan were characters I've been wanting to include for a long time. Look forward to their roles in this fanfic!
It's so fun writing Ethan with Meganium. Since in this story, Lyra has Typhlosion and Silver with Feraligatr, it just made sense to complete the trio. An interesting take, huh? Honestly, the Chikorita line is underrated... plus, it was my first starter ever. I confess, haha. But the Cyndaquil line is my favorite out of the Johto starters.
As we know in the Pokémon games, the character not chosen as the protagonist is left with a supporting role or not seen at all. Such as the case when I picked Lyra in my game file and not Ethan. Therefore, I am fleshing out his supportive role in this story. Like giving him a full-fledged team compared to him having just Marill. And also going to the Pokémon League along with Lyra and Silver. Speaking of Lyra, she'll pop up. Eventually.
Regarding Anabel, you're seeing her in her early years as an Interpol agent given the timeline of things. But since this story is an AU, there will be some key differences. More will unfold as this story continues. I've already been dropping references to other regions, just giving that worldbuilding a push.
Well, that's enough for now. Thank you for reading! See you in 2024!