THAT SYLVEON
Here's your wish granted, 'sino the glaceon'. Was this updated fast enough for you?
It returns! Chapter 15 is up and running, and I'm finally doing my last exam on Wednesday, the 22nd of June, then I'll finally be free… Well, at least for another three months or so. Nevertheless, I present the 15th chapter of 'That Sylveon' for you to read! Thanks you very much!
Yet, I still have to apologize for the rate that these chapters are being produced. A potato could probably get these out faster than I could - A speed I can barely contest with. Though, my finals are over, so I'm gonna be having a little bit more time to do the things that I'd want! That includes writing That Sylveon, of course… However… I'm going on a vacation soon, so this may be the last chapter of That Sylveon you may see until about the 3rd of August, which is when I get back.
Neither the duo of Awesome Sawss and Luanastar own anything to do with Pokemon, or other franchises that may be mentioned in this story.
Finally, Anais and Barry were with the very unlikely company of Fraiser Furble, the fretful Furfrou that Barry had managed to make friends with in less than a whole minute - unintentionally of course. However, he still didn't know how the bottles with ships inside of them were actually made, still up to this point. Someone may need to get that boy a step-by-step walkthrough.
So… How are they actually made though?
While trying to ignore the smell of sweaty furballs prancing around the gymnasium, Barry attempted conversation with the frail Furfrou. His first topic was of course, battling, and while it was the region's national sport, it didn't really seem to interest the normal type Pokemon. However, it was evident that Fraiser was trying very hard to show the Blaziken that he was putting 100% of focus into the talk.
"So, do you enjoy battling?" asked Barry, eager to get some sort of training in while he was still here and energetic.
"Uh… I mean…" Fraiser had a hard time maintaining eye contact with the Blaziken. His amazingly purple irises kept making him want to shift his glare away uncomfortably. "Battling is pretty good and all. I especially like the Blaziken who battles for the Emerald Deltas - Brendan Bursyamo, right?"
Barry smiled and nodded, since there was finally a common denominator that he shared with the Furfrou. "I like him, too!"
Fraiser then stared skeptically at the Blaziken, the realisation hitting him like a Giga Impact to the face. "Wait… You're Barry Bursyamo, right?" Barry nodded, though smiling a little less. "T-That means… Brendan Bursyamo is your Dad, right?!" Barry nodded again. "Wow, that must be amazing, being the son of a celebrity and all!"
Barry didn't want to gloat or anything. If he was to be completely honest, he didn't really like being the son of a battler, since it was quite hard to make a name through his own efforts. Though, that also gave him a lifelong goal of one day being able to stand with the best of them when it came to battling.
Before the Blaziken could respond, Anais looked over at the duo with suspicion. "Hey, what are you guys talking about?"
Barry had kept quiet during the Sylveon's inquiry, leaving Fraiser to create his own type of explanation. "Uh, um… Uh, um…" Well, no one said that it had to be a coherent one.
Julley? Is that you?
Did someone say Julley? Is he around? Oh boy! Finally something to do around here!
…
…
Uh… Oh… I think I left my oven in my other pants - uh, be right back!
If that silly quip was any more idiotic, Anais might have considered getting a mind transplant someday, somehow. Regardless, the Sylveon giggled a little, since many people such as her mother and aunt had told her about her father's mishaps in speech.
"Nevermind…" said Anais, half chuckling at the way that Furfrou had lost his cool as soon as she laid her eyes on him. To be fair, what kind of person wouldn't fall head over heels just by looking at her? A Sylveon of her calibre and beauty should be treated with said respect.
Anais bared her blue orbs to the doors of the gymnasium, spotting a worried Luxray teeter through the entrance. A smile subconsciously snuck on her lips as she watched him walk over to the benches. Raidon's gleaming eyes soon fell upon her own in an attempt to scan the room, and once the visual contact was confirmed, she put up a friendly wave to greet the electric type.
However, shock ran through her body as if injected with an electric current as soon as she saw the Luxray quickly look away from her frantically - without even so much as to at least show a smile!
The very offended Anais glared swords and cannons at the back of Raidon's head, as he speedily scampered to take a seat amid the benches. It was the ultimate betrayal of friendship, a bond between them that could've been perhaps something more.
"ALRIGHT!" yelled Mrs. Easel, borrowing a page from one of her old coaches' books by starting the lesson of with a shriek. She trotted in front of the benches, shimmering claws hidden behind her back. "I hope you're all listening. Today, we're going to commence in a series of one-on-one practice battles. We have a match in a few weeks, so it's important that the school's battlers are in their best form possible. Now, get to your mats."
Without much hesitation, Barry sprung up and flew over to the mat nearest to the window, as that was his favourite. He was soon followed by a surprisingly salty Anais, who definitely wasn't like that a few minutes ago. Who would know? Barry could never understand women.
The Blaziken then flicked an eye over to the Furfrou that still sat in the same position from when Barry had left him. He had put on a smile, and waved the normal type over to their mat with a optimistic talon.
Fraiser had nervously complied with his friend's request to join him, but he felt increasingly uneasy as he walked. A pair of menacing blue irises shattered every last bit of confidence that he had left. The Sylveon that had once described herself to be Anais - Well, at least that's the name Barry told him - shot him a mean look that could make even the manliest of men crumble in fear.
Once Fraiser had got over to the mat, he was greeted with the suspicious glare of a Sylveon, and friendly smile of a Blaziken.
"So Fraiser," Barry begun, strutting onto the mat and performing a couple of stretches. "Are you familiar with the art of battling?"
The last thing Barry wanted was to assume that this person was a novice at battling. Yet, the second to last thing he'd want to assume was that he was a battling extraordinaire.
Fraiser poked his digits together timidly, feeling the pressure being exerted just from Anais looking at him. Although, there was no way he could deny that he didn't get a rushing sensation just by looking at the Sylveon - A damn dastardly dreamy sight to behold, but a sight and nothing more; Anais didn't look like someone he could manage. At least, not with his attitude.
"Uh… Not really. I've only really watched the sport." answered Fraiser the Furfrou, propping himself down on his behind. "Though, I have some of the moves analysed during my time watching."
Barry smiled a little, giving the Furfrou an indication to smile back. "That's awesome. Though, if you want, you could watch me have a battle with Anais to show you the rop-"
"No."
The deadpan from Anais' section of their little area sent the two others feeling quite miniscule and less of the manly men they aspired to be.
"But why not? Coach Easel said we're supposed to sparring against each other, and I don't wanna get into trouble again." reasoned Barry, but it wasn't good enough for the Sylveon to comply with.
I bet you don't want to battle him because you know you'll lose.
No, I don't want to battle him because I know I'll lo… Alright, you've made your point, well done.
But seriously, it's Barry, not Brendan. It's not like he'll completely thrash you or anything.
Look - The point is that he'll beat me nonetheless. I don't want anyone here think I'm weak or incapable of handling myself.
Uh huh, and by anyone, you mean Raidon, don't you?
That's besides the point, b-baka!
Anais sharply fluffed out the fur on her head using her ribbon extensions, just so she would seem a little pretentious. "Well Barry, if you must know, I've recently gotten a manicure; Battling is the last thing on my agenda."
Barry shrugged his shoulders, accepting defeat while Anais revelled in his naiveté. Who was she to complain? "Umm… I guess you'd be right there." Barry squinted a little, his short-sighted vision gaining him a good view of a Luxray that sat on the benches. He looked barely hopeless and emotionless, but Barry hadn't acknowledged that in the slightest. "Oh! Hey Raidon! Do you wanna have a little spar?"
Raidon glanced up from where he was mindlessly staring at his paws. Seeing the Blaziken wave over to him really put a smile on his face, but everytime he saw the prominent pink coloured Sylveon next to him, all ideas of being happy was lost.
"Um…" The straining Luxray strived to sustain a stare solely away from the Sylveon. "I mean…" One more look would send him spiralling into shame. "I-I guess…" However, his pure will alone wasn't satisfactory to keep him off Anais.
His gleaming blue and yellow eyes cruised only a few inches to the left, proving more than enough to get a visual image of Anais. However, almost immediately, Raidon looked back at the Blaziken, and could've sworn - he saw the painful look on Anais face as he turned once again. The light of hope in the darkness of despair had been smothered by Raidon's decision.
"Sure, I'll battle you." finally spoke Raidon, jetting off the bleachers with a burst of unexplained confidence, walking up to Barry on the opposite side of the mat.
The Blaziken straightened his hoodie, and turned to the duo of Fraiser Furble and Anais Breon-Solian. "Alright! Why don't you take a seat, guys?"
Both Anais and Fraiser nodded, and sat next to each other on the wooden bench next to the window, closest to the mat. Raidon had flicked a quick glance at the pair, and felt a pang of guilt overwhelm him.
They… They look so perfect together...
And what makes you say that?
I don't know… Same height, same shape… Heck, the only thing that separates them is the fact that Anais is a Sylveon, and this guy is a Furfrou!
… You've got a pretty good point; Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if they were actually dating!
… W-Well, good for her then…
Yup, it sure is… We're on the same page here, right?
Barry lifted both of his legs to stretch them, before assuming an offensive pose. "I'm ah, ready when you are, Raidon." said the Blaziken, outstretching a talon to deceive the Luxray, as well as holding another back to prepare an attack.
Raidon wagged his tail back and forth in excitement, as got down in a pouncing position to worry Barry, though it would take a lot more firepower than that to break his confidence made of reinforced concrete. "For sure, as am I."
"Oh, uh… Go." lazily muttered Anais, allowing the two battlers to go head to head.
Raidon lunged forward, darting from side to side to confound the awaiting Blaziken. Yet, Barry's moxie and experience allowed him to follow the speeding Luxray like he wasn't moving at all.
An electric current was generated within Raidon's body, charging himself as he braced to deliver an excruciating headbutt with a pinch of an electric shock, too.
Despite the fact that Raidon's agility made dodging his attack a hundred times harder, Barry was able to evade the risky attack by performing a somersault over him; landing on the other side of the mat with a slender leg.
In amazement, Fraiser ogled the defining muscles that bulged out of both Barry and Raidon as they battled - each of them showcasing their battling savvy in this exhibition. Anais was always satisfied whenever she saw her cousin battled. A childish smile would appear on her face along every punch and kick landed by the Blaziken.
Finally, Barry was able to finish the match by countering one of Raidon's lunges with an elbow to his chin. A particularly nasty attack, only safe if performed correctly. The Luxray was sent sprawling onto the floor, courtesy of the move that Barry had learned by watching a lot of battling television.
Once Raidon was clearly portrayed as the loser between the two opponents, Barry helped him back to his paws, and walked over back to the Furfrou and Sylveon that were spectating from the benches.
"So, do you kinda get the gist of actual battling?" asked Barry, getting used to moving his slightly paining wrist around.
Fraiser noticed how the Luxray beside him panted erratically, yet Barry hadn't even broken a sweat yet. "Uh… I'm not really sure. Could you like… teach me the basics?" audaciously asked Fraiser, blushing as he did so.
Barry didn't seem to catch wind of his fluster, therefore he casually grinned and wagged his head. "Sure, we'll start with battling extra-ordinaire, Mikel Rico the Milotic's defensive technique of battling! He's a member of the Emerald Delta's starting six, and he's only 19 years of age! Crazy, right?"
My child, I think you may be overcomplicating battling for the young Furfrou. Though… That's a really nice name… Mikel Rico… Mikel Rico! Aha! It rolls off my tongue so well! I love it!
I know! I really wish I'd meet him one day.
With your current progress, I'd say you will. However, the current situation may depict some tensions to do with your cousin, Anais.
Tension? Between her and whom?
You're the peacekeeper of the world, my dear Barry. This is what I want you to find out for yourself, and mend the gaping wound that is tearing a bond between two apart. Now… Where was I? Ah, yes. Mikel Rico!
After hearing that brief explanation, Anais turned her head to look at the Furfrou. She could tell that information went in one ear and spiralled out the other. Yet, the normal type was able to sustain a smile to keep the Blaziken's suspicions at bay.
I have a bad feeling about this guy.
You have a bad feeling about everyone.
Yeah, but I have an ESPECIALLY bad feeling about this Furfrou. Uh, Fraiser, whatever. Who knows who he could be on the inside?
Well I'm not sure, but I can confirm that he has a skeleton, all of his internal organs and a brain on his inside.
Wow, you are soooo helpful!
Anytime, my guy.
Please never say that again.
Well excuuuuuuuuuse me, Anais!
A silver sedan sports car sped down the various roads that took the driver to their destination. A paw covered with snow white fur and navy polished claws on the end of it formed a grip around the handbrake, pulling it upwards as the car came to a halt. The driver, with their dark blue irises, inspected the area around them, finding fit in the location they had ended up in. Stepping out of the car, the driver silently trotted up to the large house that they hard parked opposite from. They knocked on the ornate door in wait of a response. Classic wooden textures were engraved into the door, proving as a testament to how rich this family was. As they waited, the only thing audible was the howling wind that fluffed their fur and grazed their skin. Thumps came from behind the doorway, as it was eventually opened. Unveiled from the wooden entrance was a smaller, familiar Umbreon. An Umbreon who they had never talked to for a long time, yet they still remembered them. Every, single thing about them.
"Abby…" softly croaked the Umbreon, their eyes widening as distilled fear that had been dormant inside their body coursed through their veins once again. "What are you… Doing here?"
Abigail "Abby" Disastra was the name that the Umbreon Julley had been afraid of for the majority of his life so far, and that terror had merely decreased when she fell in love with Phluxiphillian "Flux" Atos. Yet even up to this day, the name terrified him, regardless of the amends that they recalled making. However, as an adult, Julley had to neglect the terror that she had once caused him, and act like the father that he was… Or at least aspired to be.
"Julley Breon-Solian…" spoke the Absol. The name rolled off her tongue sweetly and smoothly. "I have a request to ask you… May I come inside?"
Oh, Arceus… What have I gotten myself into?
I don't know, but please don't say may name preceding the word "Oh". It sounds weird, and now Giratina's beginning to make those weird theories of his.
That's not the situation at hand! Can you try being helpful at once? I don't know what to do?
Well, you may as well let her in. It's not the first time she's been in anyway…
W-What? But… I haven't talked to her since… Huh? What do you mean?
Uhm… Have you heard of the name Mikel Rico? It's a pretty nice sounding name, right?
Yeah, I know. Why is everyone talking about that?
Julley opened the door a little more to allow space for the toned, Absol, that was scarily a lot more muscular than he had remembered. "Sure, y-you can."
The stuttering had returned. After closing the door, Julley had ushered Abby into the lounge. Of course, Julius had started his pre-school misadventures, with his wife escorting the Eevee there. His first daughter was also at high school, deeming him as alone in the house. As a result, this had only contributed to the layer of fear that exerted pressure on his very fragile and ethereal soul.
"So… Um, why- Uh, I mean, what are you here for?" That sounded a little more insulting than Julley had originally intended. Hopefully, Abby would find fit to not gore his guts out. If only he had known what the Absol herself was thinking.
Abby sat on the couch - a large black leather sofa that complemented its surroundings just as well as it was comfortable. She took a quick glance around, seeing pictures of a smiling Umbreon next to a grinning Glaceon. She saw the large beams on their faces, as in another picture, both were stood next to a pair of Eevees, who both seemed to share the same smiles. If it wasn't for her own solid-steel will, she would've let a tear fall down her cheek.
"Wow… This is a really good family you have here…" slowly talked the Absol, seemingly avoiding the general question that Julley had asked her beforehand. "I hope… The things that I did to you all those years ago… I hope that you, Cassidy, even Brendan, would find it in your hearts to forgive me."
"Uhh… It's f-fine, really Abby." said Julley, sitting on the same couch, but on the opposite arm chair… for security reasons.
Abby shook her head and stared deeply into the Umbreon's consistently crimson irises. She moved closer to him, ever so slowly. "No, Julley… it's not only that."
Suddenly, with merely one look, she was lost. Lost in the forest of various red, beautiful hues. Julley got worried at this gaze, as this was usually the look he got before Abby would… Well, it's never good to dwell on the past. Without much warning, Julley found Abby scooting right before his own face. Confounded with fright, Julley barely moved an inch, not even to breathe.
"W-W-What do you m-m-m-mean?" Oh Arceus, maybe he should've just kept his trap shut.
Wow, I've never actually heard you stutter that much. Don't tell me… This girl's got you losing your cool again, hasn't she?
N-N-N-N-N-NO! I have a wife and children, you know!
And what does that mean?
It means that I don't… I'm not supposed to be doing 'this'!
Well funnily enough, it was your father that was doing 'this' too!
What d-d-d-do you m-mean?
Are you… Stuttering in your thoughts? Now that's a whole new medium, dude.
Abby, without hesitation and instead haste, she brought a paw up to the Umbreon's cheek, flattening both of their cheeks with a deep red blush. "I… I had loved you, Julley. Loved you more than I had cherished life, others… even my own family… I loved you to the point it was an obsession. But, I it was too much - I created conflict between you and and your friends, just to show you how I felt, and in the end. Well… Look who's the winner…" sobbed the Absol, letting her paw grow limp and fall from the furry cheek it had once grasped with love and care.
Julley, not exactly sure what to do with the Absol at this point, let her fall into his embrace. "But… You've found Flux. He's an amazing person, clearly capable of making you feel happy. There's no need to get upset, Abby."
After soaking his furry jacket with her salty tears, Abby backed away from the Umbreon. "T-Thank you, Julley. I can tell Cassidy was, and still is, a lucky Glaceon to have you as a loving husband." Julley watched her wipe her bawling eyes, though not shifting her overall expression. He felt a little better about his attempts to comfort a friend. Hah, it felt weird giving Abby that title. However, a stern look came upon her face as the eye contact resumed.
"But… That's not why I came here." strictly said the Absol, slitting her eyes, reminding Julley of the nightmares he used to have as a teenager.
"T-Then, what do you need from me?"
Abby sighed and moved back to her seat on the other side of couch while resting on the arm chair. She could smell the fear radiating from the Umbreon already. Just like old times. Old, obsolete times.
"Your daughter, Anais Breon-Solian attends Everlast Highschool, correct?" From that tone, fond memories from his teenage days consisting mainly of Vice-Principal Latios. But hey, That's a whole different story.
"Yes, she does."
The Absol closed her eyes, as if the following was a completely crippling statement that she barely had the will to get out of her mouth. "Well, then you'd understand that my son, Raidon, has a 'soft spot' for her, as he would put it."
Julley's mouth formed an awkward 'O' as he put his paw to his chin. "And… that isn't a particularly good thing, is it?"
That comment was so oblivious and naive, Abby was nearly compelled to give of a smile for his cuteness. Nearly.
"Not at all. They're too young for a relationship, and they'd be better off focusing on their studies. Also… Well, I don't know how to put this lightly, but family ties between us through them… I just wouldn't feel right knowing that I'm related to the same person that I tortured, tormented, and trialled to no end." muttered Abby, just under her breath. The way she sombrely looked down to wellow in her own melancholy showed Julley just how much she had changed.
"I… I see… But, I don't know what to do about it, really." silently said Julley, sitting and sweating in his very nervous attitude towards being a father.
"Well, perhaps if I may suggest just having a talk with her." recommended the Absol, sounding a lot darker after some thought, even for a dark type such as herself.
"A t-talk? I… I guess so." mumbled Julley, uncertain if hosting a chat with his daughter would be the smartest idea.
"Yes. I've had the same with my son this morning. He began telling me about a girl he liked in his school." said Abby, her eyes slitting, putting the Umbreon in a stupor of inadvertent danger.
"Okay…" Julley took a look at his thirty-two year old paws, that twitched and trembled in fear. "B-But, we aren't going to be young forever… Surely, y-you'd want to see your grandchildren sometime, right?"
A glare as cold as ice was given as a response, and Julley acknowledged that this was Abigail Disastra he was talking with. This same Pokemon could easily have her way with him any moment she wanted.
Abby then got up from the couch, making Julley wary of the time she had spent here. She looked again at the Umbreon with that stare once more. That particular stare that, for the last sixteen years, could numb his legs and make him sweat profusely.
"As for now, I will have to bid you farewell. We will meet again." That last part sounded more like a command rather than a friendly gesture. "And remember. Despite my marriage to Flux… I… I'll always love you the most, Julley. Don't ever forget that."
Julley was left as a confused Umbreon on his own couch as Abby let herself out of the house. He was at a complete loss for words, just as he was for the majority of his life. Although the fact that his high school nightmare just came to his house later, what really worried him is what he was going to tell Anais; if he didn't do something soon… Well, Abby would then take it into her own paws.
Aaaaaaand that's a wrap! As it would come to pass, my vacation is coming within the next week or so. Although, just imagine this as a hiatus! I haven't taken a proper break from writing due to hassles such as final examination and of course, working. Though, when I come back from my break, 'That Sylveon' will be back on. However, be advised, I said it was going to be the last 'That Sylveon' chapter. If you see this, you may want to keep your eyes peeled for another update. :D
Anyway, since I was unable to do so last chapter, here are some responses to some reviews that I got last chapter. Thank you!
Nightstrike the Umbreon - More rivals? I thought we got enough of that in the prequel :P Kidding, of course, though. However, I recall asking others how they got the bottle in the ship, and I honestly didn't know XD I mean, how do they do it? Of course, I know now. But for at least the last 14 years, it's been one of life's artificial phenomena. Also, Sorry I can't always respond to your PMs. On top of final exams, I've also had to keep up with other things that consume my time. However, I'll try to be more vigilant towards responding to your PMs. Sorry!
DegenerateFluffington - It may be the fact that you are the Zoroark? Ooh. Also, good job on finishing your exams. From someone like you, I'd expect nothing less than As!
TheGallantGallade - It depends how you view it, of course :P Though, I believe it was Luan writing that part, so I'm not really sure how to respond to that. XD
Crystal Glaceon - Yup, I feel the impression of uncertainty and ambiguity moving me as well. Though, just imagine it as a curveball that's been thrown like a screwball ;D
Crispy Doggo - Nice profile picture XD. Also, thanks for telling me what you think!
Thunderwolf7226 - I really like your compressed and concise comments. Thanks!
Ambyssin - A love rhombus? I don't think I'll go up to that extent, but it would certainly be interesting to see that in action one day :P Moreover, I've gone over parts with multiple commas, and cleaned them up a little. Thanks for telling me that. Though, be advised, Luan's been doing a lot of planning recently XD
PatrioticSwellow - The Barry effect, perhaps? Many people have fallen victim to the Barry effect, which can only be cured with a healthy dose of the Brendan pill.
CrOxxx - Yup, you've got it! You win an internet brownie, as well as my eternal veneration! Good job!
RayTheZoroark - Ah, unfortunately we haven't taken an OC for a loong time. Sorry. But, I'm happy that you found favour in my story! Thank you!
Diamondsylveon1 - All the way from chapter 12 of That Glaceon!? That is some crazy dedication, thank you so much. Although the difference between Anais and Abby is a little tricky to split, I don't think her emotions would take her that far… Right? But nonetheless, thanks for reading all this time. I wish you the best on any examinations you may have, too.
Kitten-of-yore - XD I can relate, I know my Mom wouldn't be very impressed if she found out about me doing something of the same.
Noskillsy - I know exactly what you're talking about. XD The poor Oran berry juice didn't deserve to be treated the way it did. Even up to this day, the Oran berry oppressor has still not been brought to justice, and is instead making a fortune off Pikatube videos under the name "LeavannyIsHere". But as of now, I think you'll be happy to hear that Jirulius is all good now. Thanks! By the way, I think Anais was launched so far due to her inability to wavedash. It really let her down back there.
CH13F - Well, thanks for reading this story to know that! You're a Chief in my books, Chief!
Well, that's the amount that I'd reply to as of now. I can feel Luan staring at me, waiting for me to upload this already. But anyways, thanks for reading, and we will meet again! Until next time, folks!
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