THAT SYLVEON
***HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOXICMACHAMP***
I'm working a lot more than I had expected, or at least initially told you. Though, I can't complain, the final examinations weren't as difficult as many had hyped them up to be! Nevertheless, the story molded off the beautiful game continues with it's 14th chapter. As it says above, happy birthday to TOXICMACHAMP, a fellow reader who I remember talking to for at least a year and a half by now. Happy birthday, but don't party too hard!
Also, a huge shoutouts to CrOxxx to finding out that the poem was indeed 'Remains' by Simon Armitage. Brownie points to you! I love the poem, it's amazing! You should read it for yourself, if you haven't already.
Neither Awesome Sawss or Luanastar own any rights to any copyrighted franchises that are mentioned in the story. Pokemon is owned by Nintendo, Gamefreak, The Pokemon Company and Creatures.
The heart that belonged to the hopeful fairy type Pokemon skipped a beat at the sound of the voice that ran through her phone. A smile subconsciously swam onto Anais' face, as she sung a reply back into her mobile device.
"Hello!" she said, sounding a lot cheerier than she had ten minutes ago.
"Uhh… Who is this?" came the incoherent and scattered voice of Raidon. Although, Anais was pretty concerned when she noticed that Raidon couldn't even recognise her own voice. Yet, just to show her slightly more feminine side, she giggled into the microphone before she gave a response.
"Don't you know? It's Anais! You gave me your number a few da-"
"OH! Sorry, be riiiiight back!" shouted the Luxray, proceeding a series of loud fumbles from the other side of the line, causing Anais to lurch back in pain. It was as if Raidon had just thrown his phone down the rocky slope of a mountain. "Ah, sorry about tha- Wait… Anais? Is this you?"
Despite the fact that there was no way of him actually seeing her do this, Anais rolled her eyes and grinned. She seemed to be having a lot more fun talking with the Luxray as of recent.
"Of course it is!" cheerily replied Anais, looking out of the window to see the setting sun provide a pinkish hue for the sky that lingered below it. She got comfortable before laying back into her bed to find a position she could get used to.
"Oh. Well, how comes you called me today?" asked Raidon.
Anais pursed her lips. She had never regarded the thought of being asked a question by the Luxray. Come to think of it, why exactly did she call Raidon at this exact time and moment? Was it because she was bored? Was she in need of someone to talk to? Or… Was she finding someone new to gawk over?
"W-Well, I just wanted to say hi, that's all."
DAMMIT ANAIS!
A content mutter came from Raidon's side. If this was to be anything different from their last call, which consisted of a completely confused and concerned Luxray, then perhaps this was a conversation he could get behind at last.
"Fair enough. How has your day been?"
The corners of Anais' smile dropped suddenly and suddenly, like a balloon full of helium slowly deflating. Her day had been utter trash, if she was to tell the truth, the truth and nothing but the truth.
"Well, uh, it was as normal as it would be any day." replied Anais, nervously talking into the phone. Although, Raidon hadn't responded straight away like he would usually. This time, he kept the Sylveon buried in silence and suspense.
Finally, an uttered reply rumbled through the phone. "Wait… I didn't see you in gym today… Are you sure?"
Well, Anais had finally been found out - not that it took so long anyway - may as well come clean now before it got too dirty, because that would create a mess that she wouldn't want to clean up. Although, she would've thought that Raidon would've found out sooner thanks to all of the hype surrounding it when she was leaving the registration room. Heck, Anais wouldn't have been surprised if it was a sensation amid the school's grapevine already, as opposed to just the local conversation of her tutor class.
"Uh… I guess I could tell you. You see, I kinda got sent home for hitting N-Nester Queueneufs. Don't spread it around, though!" hissed Anais, her voice seeming to fail whenever she mentioned the name of the Ninetales.
"You beat up Nester?" 'Beat up' was a harsh phrase to use. 'Encountered' sounded like Anais' cup of tea. "But why would you do that?"
Anais stared into space; should she actually tell Raidon, of all people, her real intentions behind the attack on Nester? It wasn't like they were close like that. Close, nonetheless, but not close enough for Anais to trust him like that. Her vision went from the ceiling to the pillow as she flipped herself onto her stomach.
"Uhm, the principal said I shouldn't talk about it anymore."
The silence came back again, and this time, it had brought some of it's friends as this period of quietude was longer than the last. Hopefully, the Luxray didn't think she was some crazy bully or something. That wasn't the impression that she wanted to apply… on him, at most.
Is that a fact? And why do you care about what he thinks?
Well more importantly, why do you care about what I think about how other's think?
Because what you think of others is also what I'm thinking, because what you're thinking is exactly the same as what you're thinking.
… I hate you.
I lov- hate you t-too.
"Oh… Well, otherwise, since you were absent, Coach Easel stated that the trip will take place this Friday, so uh… make sure you're all packed up and all - It's supposedly a week of nothing but relaxation!" chirped the Luxray, his tone implying that Anais wasn't the only one who was excited for this trip.
"Thanks for telling me, Raidon." sighed Anais, cuddling up within her satin sheets, as she heard the silence prevail once more. They were certainly on top of their game along with their entourage of stillness and tranquility. However, that was the last thing that Anais wanted. Everyone knew that unless she did something now, they would probably end up sleeping without hanging up the call or something. That's something only hardcore couples do. Plus, it wasn't uncanny that Anais was occasionally a very loud snorer (To Barry's dismay), thus she didn't want Raidon making any inferences about her via the way she sleeps.
Come on, Anais, don't make it weird!
"I uh… think I gotta go now, Raidon."
NO! Don't end the call just yet!
"I mean, unless you wanna keep talking, because I can talk all night! Haha!"
Now it's very weird.
Yup, that's the upper bound of weirdness right there. Well, of course, to a certain degree of accuracy, for all you mathematicians out there.
An infernal yawn from Raidon's side made Anais' fur stand on end. "Uuh, well I'm not too sure, I think I've got to go help my mom with some yard-work -now. Do you have to do chores around your house too?" said the Luxray, shuffling about as he moved to wherever he needed to be.
Anais heard a yell from the line, which she presumed was his mom. "Yeah, all the time." Before they were destined to wrap up this conversation, Anais couldn't help but feel curious about Raidon's parents due to the instance where he had mentioned his last name in front of her father, who began to get incredibly flustered. What was this about Raidon's family that she didn't know about? "Wait, but before you go… What's your mom like?"
"Hmm… well, other than being my mom, of course, she's really caring, though a little quiet. I… Don't really know what else I can really say about her, though." said Raidon, muttering more and more as the thumping sounds got louder. "Uh, sorry, but I really gotta go now. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
Anais hadn't much time to process the information that he was telling her. But, she was a little down since she would not have minded staying and talking to the Luxray about more topics. Hopefully some that included his enigma of a family.
"Yeah, I guess I will." returned Anais, with Raidon ending the call without much warning.
The Sylveon heaved a sigh as she pulled herself out of her bed. The afternoon was still young, but she felt like she just wanted to collapse on her mattress and sleep.
Thumps that came from outside of her door notified her that someone was coming up the stairs. Of course, Anais had expected it to be the likes of Julius, who probably would pester her to play a game with him. Although, her expectations were wrong. Far off by about 13 years, and a different Pokemon entirely.
"Hiya gurl!"
That voice was that only of dear friend Lola Punnichi. The final third addition to their trio was apparently somewhere off in another region, leaving the Sylveon and Lopunny to brave society on their own. Anais' smile turned into a grin, as she was picked up and embraced by the normal type Pokemon's thin but capable arms.
"Lollipop! Why are you here?" questioned Anais, though she could never really complain about the presence of her best friend.
Lola put the Sylveon down and made a movement with the flick of a smug paw. "Uh, duh? Here to see you! I heard what's been happening between you and Nester, and I just wanted to see if you were alright."
See Giratina? This is what a 'friend' is. Real friends don't offer each other rare candies.
Pfft, I don't live by your mortal customs. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to watch some cable television.
Anais gasped as she and Lola jumped onto her bed. "For real? You don't need to worry about me. I'm all good. It's Nester that you want to be worrying about."
Lola smiled cheekily at the rude remark. "Oh really? What happened to Nester being absolutely undeniably and undisputedly HAWT?!"
For once, the Lopunny with somewhat below average grades managed to ask a question that seriously required her to think. What did happen to that?
"That's over now. He's not as cool as people think he is. He's just a little wuss - barely capable of telling someone how he feels. All he has is money, and that's it! Even if, that's a few billion dollars short of being a redeeming quality!" ranted Anais, which wasn't necessarily what Lola was looking for when she asked that question.
"Wow, Anais. I didn't think it was that deep…"
Anais felt her temper rise as she her mind began to fill with memories of the Ninetales being someone decently attractive. That was then. The older times, where she believed that someone was attractive if they had money. However, the new, reborn Anais was aware of what made a person a good person.
"It's deeper than that Lola; Can you believe I asked him how he felt about me, and he cou- didn't say anything?! Not a single WORD!" screamed Anais, burying her face in her pink, and now stained, paws as she shed her tears to seep into her fur. "Oh, I just wish that I never met him in the first place!"
Lola reached for the Sylveon once again, for a different kind of embrace this time. She pulled the heartbroken Anais into her chest, and slowly groomed the top of her head with a paw that would make a pillow jealous.
"Shh, Anais. You're being hysterical." whispered Lola, not stopping her waves of comfort to emotionally heal the melancholic fairy type. "I get it, he was a jackass, but you've got to let it go, m'kay?"
Tears dried and faded into fur. Potent weeps turned into deep breaths. Anais wasn't sure how Lola was doing this, but she was incredibly talented. That, and her paws are so sooooofft…
Is it a problem that I really want Lola to hold me in her soft paws like a baby?
Not at all. I love it just as much as you would...
"Thanks, Lola," sniffled Anais, not ever wanting to pull away from her best friend. "I don't know where I'd be without you."
"Neither would I, Anais. Neither would I."
Cooped around a flat screen television on the ground were four bored and forlorn Legendaries. All of their eyes were stuck to the moving pictures on the screen. They were watching a pay-per-view session of the 'Beautiful game', as some fanatics would call it. On the orange rubber mat were two of the of the better teams in the business: The Silver Souls and the Gold Hearts of Johto. They were very prestigious clubs in their native regions, but compared internationally against the likes of the Ruby Omegas and the Emerald Deltas, they were merely just moderate clubs that won occasional big trophies.
"What are we doing with our limitless, immortal lives?" remarked Giratina, sinking deeper and deeper into the bean bag he sat in.
Cresselia, who was in between Mewtwo and Arceus, with Giratina on the far left, stretched and responded with a yawn. "If it hadn't occurred to you yet, my ghostly dragon cohort, we're busy occupying the rest of our fruitless lives by harassing young teenage mortals minds. Well, all except for our dear Mewtwo."
All eyes in the room fell on the solely psychic Pokemon, who had that depressing, detestable and deprived scowl on his face, as per usual. Mewtwo returned the stares with glares of irritation. "What?!" he grunted, simply wanting to carry on with the run of "Heliolisk's Kitchen" starring Gordon Rampardos. This was the part where he said something about how raw the contestant's Magikarp was.
"Why don't you want to erm, 'accompany', a mortal through their hardships like we are?" asked Arceus. Although, he already knew the answer. He already didn't know the answer. He already knew who Mewtwo was going to choose. Though, Arceus just wanted to play with the Mewtwo some more.
"Ugh, so what if I don't want to harbour psychic communications with the arbitrary Vileplume scratching their nose in Kanto, or the other worthless Rapidash who's running pointless errands? In fact, I can bet you this damn television, that there's some random Zoroark specifically procrastinating from doing their studying by writing some fan story, or a Pignite that's browsing one of those crappy social networking sites! If it isn't clear already, people don't care about what us legendaries have to think. They're completely engrossed with their stupid mortal materials, therefore I will also engross myself with stupid mortal materials." ranted Mewtwo, turning up the volume to the television.
Giratina lifted a very lazy talon to scratch his empty head. "Well when you put it like that, you kinda make me feel like what I've been doing is pretty pointless."
Mewtwo had half a mind to rip the ghost dragon's head with his bare hands. "YOU JUST REALIZED?!" Without any hesitation of any sorts, Mewtwo angrily levitated off the beanbag he lounged in, being fueled by umbrage. "You call yourselves legendaries? The only thing 'Legendary' about you is your ignorance!" Immediately, the raging psychic flew out of the room, leaving only three Pokemon inside Giratina's quarters.
Cresselia sighed, once again having to experience the 25839418579th flare of Mewtwo's temper once again. "Not again… I believe our dear Mewtwo's has quite the short temper."
"Well, gee, nice observation captain obvious." snarkily told Arceus, leaning back into his green beanbag.
Giratina looked both at Arceus and Cresselia, making sure that everything was absolutely okay before he said what he wanted to say. "The only thing obvious about is guys is your ignorance…"
"..."
"Alright, I'm sorry guys. I was just really eager to say it."
"The only thing eager about you is your ignorance. Wow, it is quite effective!"
The hugging continued for a little longer, before Lola had let go of the Sylveon once she had stopped her bawling. Anais hadn't really known of the powerful comforting abilities of the Lopunny up until now.
"Thanks for coming here, Lollipop." whimpered Anais, feeling a lot better than she had before.
"Daww, don't worry about me, Anais. I just want you to feel a little better." Lola then looked around frantically, a spark of enthusiasm clearly radiating from her eyes. "Now, uh, you said something about Barry coming over to stay, right?"
Anais chuckled, feeling better once again. "Well, he should be downstairs by now…"
Immediately, Lola was out of the room. The only thing that served as an indicator to her presence was the wind that she had left behind in her escape. Anais only smiled and laid back on her bed, realizing that most things in her life were gonna be okay, as long as she kept a cool mind and… Oh, wait. She had just realised that she was soon to be in for a long series of detentions, just when things were starting to pick up for the Sylveon.
Flopping back on her mattress again and again allowed her to drown out the squeals that were coming from downstairs, evidently straight from Lola's voice box. It was quite likely that she had met the Blazikens of the Bursyamo family downstairs, hence the loud screaming. Anais could only feel sympathetic for her brave mother and courageous father, who had to withstand the shrieks of excited appeal upon the sight of a celebrity and their son in their best friends house. On the other hand, Brendan coming over around the house was just another day in the week for Anais Breon-Solian.
Anais looked to her side, and witnessed the glow that a beautiful night sky could deliver. White stars began to shine from the layers of baby blue timidity into navy skies of confidence. Anais got up from her slump on the bed, and stood up to see out of the slightly ajar window that had visible access to the garden, a large expanse of green that stretched across the outside of her house, as well as the many tall buildings that stood straight as landmarks in the foggy distance. Anais sighed, taking in the real surreal aspects of life, and acknowledging how little society can get her to the Romantics of life.
Yes, now please take the time to realise that you live in a world where ghosts roam around freely among other quadruped and/or flying and/or plantigrade animals, creating massive spheres of plasma and hurling it at others is okay, and the chicken standing right behind you can literally give you second degree burns just by breathing.
That's rich coming from the undead genderless dragon.
Says the flamboyant fairy dog.
… Okay, I kinda wasn't expecting that. Touché.
"The Earth is a beautiful place, isn't it?"
The sudden appearance of that male voice sent trembles down Anais' spine as she turned around, spotting the familiar yet friendly face of Barry. His feathers seemed to be ruffled in many different messy proportions - A clear indicator that Lola was around for a while.
"Oh, hi Barry." said Anais, looking carefully at his gleaming amethyst irises that glowed in her darkening room. They didn't cause her any type of alarm. At least, with Barry's presence in the room, there was no way she couldn't feel at ease. "What's going on?"
Barry put a hand to the back of his head, scratching a little to furiously in a Bursyamo fashion. "Uhh, I was just feeling a little down from the incident that happened earlier today. You know, when I, uh…"
"Kicked me in the face, yes." No one could put it bluntly like Anais could. It was so blunt, you couldn't even write with it. "I'm all good Barry. Don't worry."
"Oh, really? I just wanted to apologize, but if you say so…" Barry said, looking over to the floor to find the absence of an air mattress. "Hey, um… Do you know where my mattress went? I'm gonna be staying here until we go on that school trip, since tomorrow, my Dad's going to… Kanto, I believe?"
"Ugh, maybe he should just take you along with him sometime." Anais groaned, slumping over to her bed, and pulling a box from under it. "There you go, but I'm not blowing this time. It hurts my jaw."
"Aww, man!" Barry whined. "But I do the work most of the time, and you just lay back and enjoy it!"
Anais smiled, pouncing onto the bed, basking in her glorious ability to win every dispute with Barry, leaving him to get the rubbery deflated mattress out of the box and get to work. "Yup. Live with it. Ladies always get what they want. Especially when it comes to what happens in the bedroom."
"No wonder. Men like me always do the work in these kinds of situations," panted Barry in between breaths. "It would be nice if I was the one who laid back while you put that mouth of yours to use."
Anais chuckled as Barry blew and blew until he began to grow pale. "Sorry, Barry, it's the bedroom protocol. I'm not supposed to be bending over just so you can have it your way. Not in my bedroom chambers."
"It's fine anyway. I'd imagine that I should just keep going anyway; I'm nearly there."
Anais looked up to the ceiling, sighing discontentedly. "Man, I've been really stressed recently, what with all of this stuff going on at school. I could go for something that could just enable me to let it all go."
Barry stopped blowing for a second, and gave an awkward glare to the Sylveon that laid on the bed. "Anais… that… that just sounded pretty gross."
Meanwhile, an innocent passerby Brendan could be seen outside of Anais' room, sprawled out on the floor with empty eyes - possibly unconscious, probably not. All he wanted to do was bid his son a small farewell, before their most recent conversation had met his ears. Who would've known that thanks to his serendipitous eavesdrop, he was going to be late to that flight to Kanto.
After a gloriously cherished slumber and a period of registration time that had no signs of Nester the Ninetales around, the duo of Anais and Barry made their way to the gym for their first lesson of the day. Though, while they padded through the halls, amid other students, Anais kept making quick looks at Barry. The Blaziken had that sort of face on him that told Anais that he was thinking. Thinking real hard.
"So…" began Barry, appealing to tell Anais what had boggled him to no end. Hopefully, until now. "How do they get those minuscule ships inside the bottles?"
Anais rolled her eyes as she responded to the dull question inquired courtesy of the clueless Blaziken. "Ugh, if you didn't get A grades, I'd say that you were being an utter fool, Barry. If you didn't know by know, they use a specific machine to shrink a boat into the size of a nanoparticle, and place it inside a buckminsterfullerene. They also fill that with small doses of nitrogen, potassium, phosphorus and magnesium so it can grow once put in the bottle. Next, the bottle is filled with carbon dioxide and is left in the sun for a few hours in conditions around 37 degrees Celsi- Oh, sorry, I meant to say around 99 degrees Fahrenheit. Alternatively, you could use 9000 atmospheres. Anyway, by then, the ship should've grown into the size of what you see them to be in stores."
Barry looked at the Sylveon with overwhelmed amazement. "Wow, really!?"
"No, you idiot."
"Oh." Barry was a little hurt that Anais would lead him on a tangent so far away from the initial circle. "Well, I guess I could just ask around."
Wow. You are just an unbelievable asshat. That's a hat made of ass, by the way.
I know, Barry secretly has hots for me though. He loves me too much to be mad at me.
Yeah, I kinda have the feeling that it's really the other way around.
... Get off the internet.
Anais facepawwed, regretting ever contributing to this conversation. She watched the Blaziken look at a Furfrou who was definitely minding their own business at first, before Barry had to intervene.
"Hey, excuse me?" asked Barry to the unsuspecting Furfrou who looked like they just wanted to get from point A to point B. "Do you know how those really small boats are put into glass bottles? Sorry for the abrupt question, I was just quite curious."
The Furfrou was looking pretty uneasy as they looked at him. Anais could tell that the Furfrou was a male, provided with the sound of his certainly not feminine voice.
"Oh, umm… Umm… I-I'm sorry, I really don't know." replied the Furfrou.
Barry clicked his talons in an 'Aww, man' sort of fashion, but smiled at the furry, pampered Pokemon regardless. "Oh. Well, thanks for your time anyway!"
The Furfrou was surprised at the sudden come and go of the Blaziken, and was upset that he was barely able to make good conversation with him. An urge to open his mouth became a reality, as the Furfrou let out a call to sway the Blaziken's attention back to him.
"Uh, h-have I seen you around before?" asked the Furfrou, making Barry turn around again.
"Perhaps? I'm not too sure though. I can't say that I'm exactly popular around here." That was kind of a lie. Everyone knew Barry, thanks to his contributions to battling. "But hey, it's never too late to meet a new friend! I'm Barry Bursyamo - Nice to meet you!"
The Furfrou glared at the Blaziken's glimmering eyes with hope. If he could make any progress with this friendship now, who knows where else that would get him?
"It's uh g-great to meet you, Barry. I'm Fraiser Furble." said the Furfrou, a very prestigious breed of Pokemon that Barry could now call 'Fraiser'.
Barry's smile widened, reminding him to take a look back at the Sylveon who he was previously walking next to. "Ooh, you should really meet my cousin, Anais!"
Anais turned around at the call of her name, and let her ears flick into the air as she trotted down the hallway. She looked over to where her cousin was goofing off now, and saw that he was smiling while chatting to a Furfrou that she could recall seeing once or twice walking around. "Did you call me or something?"
Barry nodded, and stood to the side to properly present his Furfrou friend. "Well Anais, I just want you to meet my newest acquaintance, Fraiser Furble." At that moment, Fraiser had put up a trembling paw to wave at the Sylveon.
"Nice to meet you, uh… Anais?" said the Furfrou, ending his wave and putting his paw on the ground.
Anais eyed the normal type very carefully. He had a blue puffy star on his forehead and on the end of his tail, as well as blue fur wrapped around each of his legs to compliment his white furred body. However, despite his fancy appearance, his body language certainly said otherwise. Each of his legs quivered with quaint anxiety, his nose twitched from time to time, and Anais could swear - she saw trickles of sweat form with every breath. Overall, this guy just looked like a wuss.
Wow, that's like, double the ass-hattery! You're wearing two hats!
Yup, just like a true pimp would.
"Likewise." simply stated Anais, lifting her nose in the air and padding off to the gym. She didn't normally act like this, especially when meeting someone for the first time. Yet, she had evaluated his personality by examining his figdety behaviour, and concluded that he was just going to be another push over.
Fraiser looked up at Barry, who had sort of a perplexed face. The Blaziken tapped the underside of his beak as he spoke to the Furfrou. "That's kinda strange, she's never really like that. Sorry about how she acted, though."
The Furfrou then turned back to look at the Sylveon who had reached the doors leading to the gymnasium, disappearing from sight as she passed through them.
"N-No, it's fine…"
Fraiser then turned to look at Barry, becoming lost in his amethyst orbs, while his mind traversed the skies of surrealism.
"I… I like it."
Once again, happy birthday to my main man, TOXICMACHAMP. I tried to get this out specifically for this date, so please don't mind the embarrassingly short chapter length XD. I don't think I'll be responding to your reviews as of now, since by the time you read this, I'm most likely running late for an exam. XP Though, I'm really happy that you all took the time out of your precious lives to read this story still. Furthermore, can you believe that in approximately one month, 'That Glaceon' will be having it's 2 year anniversary!? That's crazy! Who would've known that it would've come this far? Nonetheless, I can't thank any of you guys enough.
Now, ah, my apologies to Jirulius for not letting him beta read the final parts of the story; I was really rushing to get this out in time for this specific date. Sorry about that.
But, "C'est la vie", as a certain Blaziken would say. But anyways, thanks again for reading, and until next time, mon amis!
-Awesome Sawss/Luanastar