THAT SYLVEON
HI! It's Luanastar again! It's back, but for only a while! Also, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!
Now, I'm not sure whether you'd be disappointed with this update, since it was quite sudden. Although, I was taking a look at the reviews for 'That Sylveon', and didn't exactly realise how heartfelt they all were. Like, I'm sorry to hear how upset you guys were, but it's all justifiable. I've been doing this writing service for two years or thereabout, and to just suddenly end it without much warning must really suck. Well, if it helps you at all, it sucks on my behalf, too. XD However, I just don't feel that I would be able to keep up with all of the work I've been doing. It's been hectic, to say the least.
Thus, if you're wondering why the heck I decided to write this chapter, it's mainly because there was simply no way I could leave you guys in the dark for so long; that's not cool in any aspect. XD Hopefully, this will provide as a resolution to the prior chapters, as well as something to satisfy our hunger pangs for the meantime. The verrry long meantime, that is. XD
Awesome Sawss/Luanastar do not own Pokemon.
Under the now grey turned skies, Anais stood, scared stiff, staring at the ocean with empty eyes. The waves crashed and smashed against the shore like a tame Zangoose turned savage. Many road blocks were placed along the coastlines of the beach, while many teams of Lapras went out to search for the Ninetales lost at sea. Judging by the grave looks on their faces while they returned to shore, Anais didn't think they had made any progress at all.
Suddenly, Anais was taken back to the frightening sight before her eyes - Nester, the Ninetales sputtering and gasping for his life, waving his paws fruitlessly. Every blink she took brought back the deadly screams of the helpless Nester, and now, she couldn't get it out.
Anais took a seat in the sand, eyes darting across the beach slope back and forth. Sandy footsteps were heard to her left; The tall-ish figure of Barry Bursyamo approached her grief-stricken position, lying down on his bottom to match her height.
"Good afternoon, Anais." softly murmured Barry, moving closer to the somewhat soggy Sylveon. "I… heard what happened to Nester, since my Dad told me. I'm just as upset as you are."
Not a single sound came out from Anais - her shaken self only served as an indication to how okay she wasn't right now. Of course, Barry took initiative removed his hoodie, wrapping it tightly around the Sylveon. To top it off, he threw an arm around his cousin, pulling her closer to his own feathery frame.
"Quelquefois… La vie n'est pas 'le beau jeu'... comme, nôtres mères et pères voudraient dire." spoke Barry, staring intently out to the hands of the sea that swatted at the air, vigorously. "Nester's gone now. Whether he did this to himself or not, there's nothing we can do."
A/N: Sorry about the crappy author note in the middle of the story. However, I can imagine you French-speakers reading the piece of text that Barry said and cringing terribly. Now, before you get your torches and pitchforks out because of the poor grammar and/or misspellings, just know that Sawss was actually dictating this over the phone. XD It was as if I was taking a French listening exam or something, so that was honestly the best I could do. Sorry!
Anais blinked, not catching a single word that left that fire type's beak. However, it somehow found a way to cheer her up, at least from the inside-out. She tried to put on a weak, trembling smiled once Anais was assured that life was going to be okay.
"Now, let's go inside. They're going to be closing the beach off soon, anyway." told Barry, taking Anais by the paw and helping her up to her feet.
The Sylveon stood up on the cursed sand. She scanned her surroundings, spotting Raidon talking still with the Weavile, Ms. Easel. What he could be telling her, was far beyond her own comprehension.
Barry led her back to her own room, void of life as neither Lola nor Bella could be found in their beds. Instead, remnants of their accessories were strewn across the floor, and on their beds. The Blaziken had tucked Anais into her own bed, who still wore his hoodie - not like he minded, though.
"B-Barry…" Anais finally got out, coughing out a bit of seawater as she did so. "What's g-gonna happen to me?"
"What do you mean?"
Looking the fire type in the eyes, Anais whispered harshly. "It was me, Barry. I'm the reason Nester's gone. I-I… I couldn't get him in time…"
A look of shock struck Barry with extreme magnitudes. Even the most still of statues would be jealous of him. The conundrum of a question hit Barry extremely hard, as he knew exactly how the procedures were to play out in a situation like this. But, what he was to tell Anais about this… That issue remained between his ears.
He sat down on the empty space left on the bed, crossing his legs and feigning a deep thought. "I mean… I'd hate to tell you this, Anais, but they'll want to come and question you from your perspective. They, as in the authorities."
Without much warning, Anais flew out of bed and into the Blaziken's arms, gripping tightly on his feathers.
"N-NO! I don't wanna be a criminal, Barry! I don't want to go to jail! I…I… It's just not fair, Barry! What did I do to deserve all of this?!" screamed Anais, now letting loose torrents of tears at full force.
Barry ran his talons across Anais' back carefully. "Shhh… Just calm down, Anais. There's no way I'll let you get taken away without me doing something about it. Now, please get some rest."
Looking back up toward the Blaziken's chiseled beak, Anais nodded, leaking back into her bed and drying her tears with the back of her paw. "Okay, okay… But Barry, can you stay with me for now? I don't know where Lola is, and I just need someone to be around."
"No problem, Anais."
"..."
"And by the way, Barry?"
"Yes?"
Blue circles clashed with purple.
"Don't tell anyone about this. Please."
Although it went against Barry's own personal morals and ethics, there was no way he could misplace his own cousin's trust. "I won't. You have my word."
"Thank you so much. Oh, and you can just sleep in Lola's bed. I'm sure she won't mind anyway." spoke Anais, preparing to give her worries away to the ethereal aid of slumber.
Barry nodded, and walked over to what he assumed was Lola's bed, due to the mass amounts of brown fur scattered across the sheet, and sat down on the mattress. Surely, with the social bonds between himself and Lola being so strong, she'd most likely allow him to actually lay under her sheets?
Taking the chance, Barry slowly tucked himself in the soft blankets that belonged to Lola. Her scent was everywhere on this sheet; Her beautiful aroma whisked him off to an imaginary land of blissful slumber. Hopefully, things will improve for his cousin.
Anais, the seemingly light sleeper, arose at the sound of the door opening. She didn't sit up in bed, however. Instead, she opened one of her eyes, watching as Lola crept into the room, sidling over to her bed. Humor arose for the Sylveon, as the Lopunny finally encountered an obstacle in her bed. Anais made sure to be careful not to let out a giggle; it was way too early to be compromised.
"Psst, Barry!" whisper-shouted Lola, gently shaking the Blaziken from side to side until his eyes fluttered open. "Get up!"
"H...Huh? What's going on?" murmured Barry, sitting up on the bed.
"Are you lost or something, Bear-Bear? Seems like you're sleeping in my bed!" giggled Lola, caringly grinning widely.
Glancing back and forth, Barry actually realised his current position and location. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" he sputtered, getting up and out of the blankets, although he did miss it's comforting smell and feel already.
Lola placed her paws down on the Blaziken's chest, denying him the chance to get out of the bed. "Hey, don't worry about it. There's more than enough space to fit the both of us in here. Just scooch over a little."
Barry did comply, giving the slim normal type more space than necessary. One leg at a time, Lola stepped in under the covers, snuggling closely against the warm fire type. Talk about having perks.
"Ahh, that feels blissful." moaned Lola, blushing as she did so. She turned her head to see the very red Barry slowly breathe in and out. "Hey, Barry? You know what 'this' means, right?"
"As in, us sleeping together? Isn't this some sort of sexual activity? You know, in case you actually wanted to have… sex." told Barry from his very sheltered and oblivious perspective.
Anais could swear - she was one second away from bursting out loud like a balloon. It was amazing that despite her issues, Barry would always stay the same… but still, Anais wanted to know the answer just as badly.
Oh Barry, what a silly kid. But… If they actually start doing it in front of me, I swear...
...Would you be willing to record it?
…
...Ahem, I was kidding? Haha..?
Right…
Lola slammed her mouth shut with a paw to suppress herself from laughing her kidney out. "Haha! Not today, Barry. I just wanted to stay with you for a bit. You're really warm, too. But, just shuffle over a bit more, mkay?"
"Oh, okay."
Enjoying the space given to her, Lola began to stretch out her body, which is something she probably should've done before she stepped into the bed. "By the way, Barry, did you hear about what happened down at the beach?" Barry nodded, allowing Lola to continue. "Yeah, it was rough… In a way, I sorta feel guilty… Maybe he tried to end his own life because of it? Who knows?"
Anais saw that Barry merely nodded, a subtle but grave expression on his face. Suddenly, under those covers, Yanma's filled her stomach, giving her an uneasy feeling of guilt; The same guilt that she longed to leave behind.
Oh, Arceus. Please, can they not find out who did it? I'm already getting compressed by a whole bunch of pressure already.
Chill out, Ann.
How in the world are you expecting me to chill out! I… I've killed someone! And Arceus, I don't even know what Raidon told Ms. Easel… Please don't tell me he grassed me out.
Calm down already! Don't you know that you'll end up driving yourself crazy?! Just chill out in that bed of yours, and wait until Raidon updates you.
Right… Thanks…
What Anais didn't realise were the two pairs of eyes that stared at her intently.
"Hey, Anais?" spoked Lola, perching herself on her elbow. "Are you all good? You were shaking around in your bed and all."
Unbeknownst of her subconscious endeavours, Anais silently took the covers off her and nodded her head with a feigned smile. "Yeah, yeah - I'm fine."
Lola shrugged, not sitting on her bottom, her torso above the bed covers. "Oh, Anais, I really need to talk to you right now. Like, for real, girl talk."
"Oh, okay."
The Lopunny and the Sylveon then looked over at Barry, who didn't fit the criteria of a girl. "O-Oh. My apologies." The Blaziken stood up from the bed, carefully stepping over Lola, and strolled over to the bathroom, where he responsibly locked and closed the door with a 'click'. Everything else was done in complete silence.
"I uh, didn't mean it like that, Barry." deadpanned Lola, smirking and rubbing her forehead.
"Oh, right. Sorry." said Barry from inside of the bathroom. He then walked back into the main room, but headed out of the front door, which was especially what Lola was not thinking.
Scratching her head, Lola could only continue. "Okay, Anais - Listen. You heard about what happened to Nester, right? He supposedly killed himself earlier today."
Anais' heart dropped a few thousand feet.
Is that what Raidon was telling Ms. Easel? But… Why? Why didn't he tell her the truth?
He's doesn't want to see you get bagged, Anais. He was there too, so if you go down, he'd probably go down, too.
I… I don't know what to say.
Well, you don't want to at least say something to Lola?
Oh, right.
Once back in reality, Anais responded, watching what came out of her own mouth very carefully. "Yeah, I did hear about it."
Lola's paws began twitching beyond her own control. "You don't think that… He did that because of us, do you?"
Stunned, Anais hadn't even thought about that. A voice in her mind - Possibly her own, probably not - told her to just roll with it. Consequences weren't what she wanted from this life.
"I mean… I hope not. I don't know why he would otherwise, though." replied Anais, trying hard to keep her cool.
Lola's breathing became out of phase. "But like, Anais, listen. We're like… Murderers, now! Don't you realise!? This is what we've done!"
"Lola, shut up about it!" chastised Anais, now sounding dangerously serious. "As soon as someone actually knows about this, then we're screwed up the backdoor, you hear me?!"
Although she legitimately could not believe what she was hearing from her own best friend, Lola nodded out of sheer fear and confusion. "Okay, okay… Sorry."
Groaning, Anais held her head in exhaustion. "I'm… I'm sorry too, okay? Just get something to do to take your mind off this, alright?"
"Okay…" muttered Lola, standing up and walking out of the room.
Anais sighed, and threw her head back onto her pillow. Life had never been harder for Anais, and from this point onwards, it was as if it was downhill from here.
The beach was closed, so our friendly neighbourhood Barragán "Barry" Berry Beedot Bursyamo (Okay I swear that's his full name please forgive me) was left to the confines of his very much empty room. Without the thrill of the sands and the smell of the seas, this adventure at the water's borders had soon devolved into a coastline catastrophe.
Who knew that so much could happen in such a short amount of time! I can't believe it!
Calm down, my dear Barry.
I know you want the best for me, ma'am, but it's never easy to sleep knowing that your own cousin was affiliated with the death of another student!
Of course, but the last thing you'd want to do is worry about it. Now, take deep breaths. Perhaps meditation would help you in a time like this.
Yeah… Yeah, I suppose you're right.
Barry at on his bed, folding his legs and closing his eyes. He wasn't entirely sure that this particular technique was exactly going to work, but sure enough, the Blaziken was definitely surprised. Tranquility soon filled his veins - his mind empty without a care in the world. There was nothi-
*CRASH*
The Blaziken grimaced as he was shut away from the realm of peace, and into the world of problems, as the sound of Raidon bounding through the door shattered his brittle concentration.
"Hi, Barry." groaned the Luxray as he flung himself onto his bed.
"Good afternoon, sir." responded Barry, unfolding his legs and stretching them out across the mattress.
"Geez. I can't believe my life." Raidon puffed, getting into a comfortable position on his bed. "I just want all of this to end. You hear about what happened to Nester? Just now, I had to give an eyewitness account to Ms. Easel."
"Woah, really!? You aren't joking?"
Unfortunately, Raidon shook his head no. "Not at all, Barry. I had saw Nester last when he jumped in the sea - Anais was beside me, too - We tried to reach to him and pull him to shore, but…"
"I understand." Barry said, with a long pause of hesitation. "That's what I heard, too. It was so tragic."
"That's true, but… There's nothing we can do about it now. Maybe we shouldn't talk about it either." advised Raidon, avoiding eye contact with the Blaziken's honest eyes while he spoke.
"Of course."
Funnily enough, it was that very agenda that was keeping this conversation alive. Otherwise, the room was as dead as… Well, it's a bit too soon for that. Nonetheless, Barry kept quiet and reserved to himself, while Raidon refused to open his mouth to talk.
"To be honest, Raidon." Barry begun, sinking the underside of his beak downwards to rest on his talons. "I sorta just want to go home. All of these upsetting moods isn't doing so well for me."
The Luxray that sat on the bed opposite to his own huffed exasperatedly. "You know, I think that's the case for me too, you know? Once my Mom finds out about this, I can assure you that she's never gonna let me go to the beach again, let alone a school trip."
Barry nodded, accepted the hard truth that his own mother would probably be just as strict. "That doesn't sound too good. Is your mother very strict?"
"You'd have no idea, Barry. She's really crazy when it comes to safety and all, but it would be great to have some time away from her once in awhile. Like, bloody heck, mate." admitted Raidon, entertaining himself by making individual strands in his mane stand up on end. "I just wish that she'd be normal, sometimes, you know? Instead of being wild and crazy over making sure that I finished my Oran juice in the morning or something."
"That sounds like a nightmare! Although, don't you think she's doing it because she cares for you? Like, a lot?" mentioned Barry, scraping a talon across his forehead. "At least, I think."
"Yeah, that is very true…" mumbled Raidon. He hated it when people defended his mother, and were right. "But still, I'm 16 - soon going on to 17 - and she's still babying me? Get real, mate."
A simple man like Barry could only look on and shrug. "That's a very fair point."
"Yeah… Thanks for listening." Raidon said, smiling at the Blaziken, who smiled as well. By the way, what about your family? I mean, of course, I know who your family are, but like, how are they towards you?"
Barry leaned back, not exactly expecting a question like that to ever come his way, since it was more professional than personal. "Oh, right. My father is very kind to me, but has expectations too high for my own standards. My mother is like that too, but a little more on the cranky side; She doesn't enjoy me sparring for too long."
"Really?" Raidon comically gawked, his eyes nearly falling out of it's sockets. "B-But, how? Doesn't your mom want you to become a successful battler like your dad?"
"Of course she does, but, ehhh… She would never want me getting myself hurt too bad. It would just pain her heart." explained Barry, giving Raidon a decent explanation.
The Luxray dipped his head wholesomely. He felt a lot more comfortable hanging around Barry the Blaziken, given the rough circumstances so far. "That makes sense." he uttered, lifting his head up to take a look at the fire type, and smile. "Hey, by the way Barry - you have a girlfriend, right?"
"For sure, sir! Her name is Lola Punnichi, and she's incredibly nice." stated Barry as a matter-of-fact. "Not to mention, she's quite an exceptional battler, too."
Raidon slyly grinned at the Blaziken. "So that's your demographic for girlfriends, yeah?"
Barry laughed from his stomach. As much as Raidon would joke with him, hearing about a girl who also battled on the side seriously gave his face a red mask. "I suppose so, haha! I would just really enjoy someone who shared the same interest of battling as me."
"Same… But not really. I'd enjoy a girl who really knew how to speak up for herself and voice her opinions. I mean, the quiet, shy ones are often the most cutest, but personally, I think those who don't just sit around and watch life pass by are the most admirable." the wise Raidon told the witless Barry. "I mean, why would you want a girlfriend who was no fun?"
"That makes sense. Well said, sir."
Next, a few knocks came from the door. Barry put it upon himself to get up and open the door for whoever it may have concerned. To little surprise, it was their third roommate stood at the doorway, Fraiser Furble the Furfrou.
"Oh, good afternoon, sir." greeted Barry, moving out of the way to give space for the normal type to pass.
Fraiser managed to keep his cool when he found the Blaziken at the entrance. "H-Hiya, Barry! It's great to see you again."
Stepping into the room, Fraiser gave a subtle nod to Raidon, before perching himself on his bed. "How are you guys?"
"I'm just great, thank you." replied Barry.
"Ditto." said Raidon. However, around these parts, saying that wasn't very appropriate. "What's up with you, Fraiser?"
The Furfrou desperately tried to avoid eye contact with the visually persistent fire type, but definitely failed miserably. "Yeah, I'm f-fine. Though I'm still s-shaken up over what happened to that student earlier today. You guys did hear about it, right?"
"Yes, we did. Although, we should probably avoid talking about it for now. Just because, you know?" suggested Raidon. It sounded like an incredibly good idea, since who knows how much speculation is going around right now? Especially around other students.
"That's true. B-By the way, you guys… Have you seen my phone anywhere.?" Fraiser asked, looking a little bit uneasy sitting on his bed. "I just need to contact someone."
Raidon shook his head no, while Barry stood up to stretch." Sorry Fraiser," begun Barry. "I've never seen it anywhere here."
"R-Right. Thanks. I'll search around." Fraiser then started to look around his bedside in the hopes of finding his device somewhere.
"One second." said Barry, strolling over to the bathroom to go and sort out his business.
While behind the closed door of the restroom, Barry took a look at himself in the mirror. Now stripped of his hoodie, his feathers were a little scruffier than usual, and his eyelids felt way heavier this time around. Perhaps, he could do with cleaning his face a bit.
As Barry looked down at the sink, he noticed a bit of black fur stuck in the drain. "That's unfortunately sort of gross." he said to know one but himself, using a talon to pick it out and put it into a nearby trash can. As he returned back to the sink, he noticed something on the side that he hadn't acknowledged before.
Is that someone's phone?
I'm not too familiar with modern technology, but yes, I'd concur that's a phone.
Barry looked towards the door, seeing, hearing and feeling no response from the other side, before taking a closer look at the phone.
Surely, whoever this phone belongs to wouldn't mind if I checked who was the owner, right?
Only if you do just that, Barry.
Right.
One digit of the Blaziken's talon found itself sidling over to the power button of the phone, greeting him with the standard lock screen of the P-Phone. It displayed the current time and date, along with a heart-warming photo of two Furfrou's posing together, smiling greatly.
That's a nice photo. I suppose this phone must belong to Fraiser.
Very true. I expect you to return it to him immediately.
Of cour- Wait, what?
Barry was stopped in the middle of his thought process as the phone vibrated briefly; the lock screen was populated with many notifications from various senders.
Now now, Barry. Those messages all belong to their respective recipients only - They are not for you to be peeping at.
Yes, of course, but… I could've sworn that I saw Anais' name somewhere here.
...You will be expeditious, Barrigan.
For the first time in forever, Barry actually went against his legendary life counselor, by taking a quick glance at the phone, scanning quickly for the name that he was so convinced that he saw.
(Niles Furble: 'Hey bro. Put 30 Pokedollars into your account.')
That doesn't look like any of your business.
Not at all, but it must be somewhere! I'm not prying for no reason!
(Mom: 'What day will you be returning? LoL')
Now, even I know that LOL means. Someone may need to inform that woman sometime.
Haha… yeah…
Truth be told, a small bead of sweat flew down the side of the Blaziken's head - he had no idea what "LOL" meant either.
(Anais: 'Msg me back asap plz i rly need some1 to talk to ty.')
Aha! So I'm not crazy! But, why in the world would Anais want to talk to Fraiser so desperately? Is there something I need to know?
As of now, I suggest that you leave that as it is, and return the phone back to Fraiser. You've seen enough for today, Barry.
Oh… Yes ma'am.
Barry switched it off, and took the phone out of the bathroom (Only after washing and drying his talons thoroughly. Barry Bursyamo does condone having good personal hygiene.) and walked over to Fraiser, who still busily searched for his phone.
"Uhm, I found your phone in the bathroom, Fraiser. Thankfully, I don't think it had any contact with water." told Barry, handing the device back into the paws of the owner.
"Oh, wow!" squealed Fraiser, sounding a lot more excited than Barry had initially imagined. "T-Thank you so much, Barry. I was just really, really worried."
Barry decided to keep his mouth shut about the whole notifications thing. Some things were better if he just didn't mention it at all. "That's just fine, sir. I'm glad I found it, too."
"No wonder you took so long in the bathroom; I was starting to think you were eaten up by the toilet or something!" joked Raidon, giving Barry a true smile.
"Haha, yeah." softly replied Barry. Yet, the grin on his beak was only a facade for how guilty the Blaziken felt right then and there. A one-ton weight was dropped on each of his shoulders, and his stomach felt like it was directing an action movie. "Well, I suppose we could sleep early today, since I highly doubt that the staff would allow us onto the beach."
"I'm already on it." Raidon huffed, plopping backwards into his covers. "If I can be completely honest, I just want this bloody day to end. There's nothing to do in this place anymore. I'm such a fool for not bringing my Nintentacruel 3PS along with me."
"It's only life, Raidon. There's little need to get worked up over it." told Barry.
"Yeah, I guess…"
"Geez, this place is a dirty mess." One comment led to another, as Jasmine Bursyamo trudged around her large yet empty house, dusting off any areas that she thought looked unclean. "I don't even have the patience for this… I just crave something sweet."
One could tell that the Lucario on her lonesome was not doing too well for her mental health, let alone her physical health. Jasmine put her duster away and trekked to the kitchen. Half a piece of a chocolate bar lit up her eyes when she checked the fridge. The succulent taste of the milky morsel had her saliva glands working overtime.
*RRRRRRIIINNNGGGG*
...But the chocolate bar would have to wait, as the landline shrieked from the lounge for Jasmine's attention.
"What kind of damn maniacs call at this kind of time?!" shouted Jasmine, forcefully slamming the fridge door shut. It was certainly a bad time to have precious eggs stored in there, however.
Once in the lounge, Jasmine appeased the telephone's howling by answering the call, albeit running on an empty stomach. "Hello, Bursyamo residence; Jasmine speaking."
"Hello? Hello?! Aunt Jasmine? Is that you?"
Jasmine's acute hearing picked that up to be the sound of her fairy-typed niece, Anais. "Yes, Anais, it's me, calm down. You're yelling as if you're on fire, Ann."
"Uh, sorry. Do you have a minute? I really need to talk to you right now."
"Of course. What's going on?" Now, Jasmine screamed internally for the sake of her own irrevocable stupidity, as her chocolate cravings were to be delayed as of this point onwards.
"What do you know about getting over depression?"
Now, this took a turn toward the seriously darker side of life. To be completely honest, I never thought I'd find myself writing this. But anyways, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, but I'd understand if you didn't. This was like, the most rushed piece of a chapter I've ever done in my life XD. Truth be told, Sawss and I made it a motive to get a chapter done before the end of the year, which is what you're reading right now.
Regardless, feel free to leave a review if you are ever so compelled to, as we really appreciate them back at the base! Hopefully, we'll see you all soon, and it should probably be Sawss to give you the next chapter - as soon as he gets off his silly schedule. Pfft. Contribution to society. What a silly concept, am I right? :P
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