THAT SYLVEON

I really like the number 32. It has a lot of factors. Welcome, all you lads and lasses, to the thirty second chapter. As I said last time, I've been feeling in great form as of recent. Moreover, I've been getting some help from a certain DegenerateFluffington. Thank you so much! Enjoy the chapter, y'all!

We do not own Pokemon (but, if we did, we would totally #BringBackNationalDex).

"So, you really think I'm fat?"

"N-Not at all, C-Cass! I didn't mean it that way, Plus, you've had two children, as well…"

"..."

"W-WAIT! I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY!"

...

Raidon and Barry had begun their third round of battling. Either person threw an attack at the other's way, only for them to counter it with their own. The cycle continued. Anais could only watch in awe, still reminiscing the moment shared between herself and Raidon a few minutes ago. It still felt as if the Luxray never left her side.

Hey, you've been staring at Raidon for awhile now.

I know that… I just want him to come back. Ew, I sound obsessed with him.

That, you do. Don't worry, they'll probably get knackered after this match.

I hope so. Hey, also, you never explained how you got that phone under my pillow?

Pfft, you know, Arceus is basically my roommate.

...What? That's so awesome!

Anais. I, Giratina, define awesome.

The vigorous stalemate droned on a lot longer than Anais would've liked. Of course, she'd always love to watch a good spar between teammates, and wouldn't mind joining in herself. However, this battle could've been over a long time ago, if Barry had just gone in for the damn kill already. Anyways, it was the very same Blaziken to conclusively come out on top, ending their pre-timetable spar.

Raidon and Barry congratulated one another on the mat, as a couple more people began to fill the room to get some training in themselves. Then, the two turned to walk toward the benches. Unbeknownst to them, Anais was as alive as a zombie who had just gone through physical rehabilitation.

"That was a great spar," Raidon said, making his way over to the Sylveon who had zoned out long before and took a seat right next to her. "What do you think, Anais?"

...No response. It took the Luxray a few seconds to realize and look over, seeing the Eeveelution sitting there with a blank expression on her face. He tilted his head a bit, then clapped both his paws together, ultimately getting her attention and snapping her out of current trance.

"W-wha!?" the startled Sylveon looked around frantically, slightly confused, before Raidon spoke up to get her attention.

"Anais, it's me!" he exclaimed as she turned her head to face him. Something clicked in her brain, and soon it was just like before.

"O-oh! Hiya, Raidon!" she spurted abruptly, her eyes going slightly wide, focusing on the Luxray. He was taken back by the sudden reaction, however, and couldn't help but chuckle nervously.

"We, uh, finished sparring." he said, putting his paws together in a slight nervous fashion. "Did you think it was good?" Anais, wanting to appeal to the electric type, immediately nodded her head furiously.

"Yes! Yes, it was great!"

No it wasn't, it was boring! It should have ended so much sooner.

I agree also. It was as boring as the first few minutes of a Fort-Chesnaught game. Makes me wonder how that Tur-Twitch streamer manages to play that game for so long! I think his name ended with the name Blevins or something, and had a Ninjask as his primary logo, and that he wore these stylish Focus Sashes around his head, and that he once...

Ahem, cutting away from Girantina's commentary on the unusual Pokemon in this society, Raidon smiled, happy to hear that his ribbon Pokemon acquaintance enjoyed the "show" that he and Barry had put on for her. That didn't stop him from being nervous, however. Running a paw through his head of fur in a quick matter, he spoke up once more, speaking quickly.

"Ah, t-that's great! I'm glad you think so! Barry made me think I was this close to beating him, but at the end, he just wiped me!" the Luxray waffled, making his paws nearly touch each other to make it clear how close it was. Anais knew as well as a Primarina singing a wrong note that Barry was toying with him the entire time.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll get 'em next time you spar. After all, you're y-you and stuff, you got this." she reassured, trying really hard not to lose her cool around him. But, clearly she was struggling, as she was starting to sweat buckets as she stared at him.

"Ahaha, thanks Anais, that's… A-Anais, are you alright? You're sweating, like a lot." Raidon pointed out, already noticing, which made the Sylveon gulp inwardly in panic. The weird, heavy feeling in her stomach was back.

Are you seriously breaking down already? It hasn't even been 30 seconds yet!

I can't help it! Raidon is just… h-he's being Raidon, and I can't do anything about it!

Your crush is as bad as I thought, Anais. Just… ya know, ask him out like you said!

I-I can't do that! I need to wait for the right moment, this is too much, I just c-

"Anais?"

Snapped out of her thoughts, she saw that the Luxray held an open bottle of water in front of her, a look of worry plastered on his face. The Sylveon took the beverage within her ribbons and began to take in the water quickly. Just like that, her apparent panic attack downed with the water she took in.

"Oof, thanks Raidon." she said, panting softly and handing the water bottle back to him. He nodded, but still sported the signs of a concerned friend.

"Are you alright though? What was that about? It… it's not that hot in here, I don't think." he questioned, tilting his head slightly as he shifted himself to be closer to the Sylveon. She noticed, and she quivered slightly.

Okay… I just gotta tell Raidon that nothing is the matter, and in a way that's not suspicious.

Alright, that's easy enough! Go for it!

"I-I'm fine! Totally fine, Raidon!" she blurted out, causing a certain legendary Pokemon to fall out of their seat. Raidon made a mental note to ask the coach to turn the air conditioner up in the gymnasium.

"Ah… y-yeah, okay then." he said slowly, not buying it. What could be the problem? Something was ailing the Sylveon, that's for sure, but what could it be? It was clear Raidon wasn't sure, as he scratched his paw against his chin in thought.

Anais, c'mon! I think you're being a little extra right now.

I'd like to see you try and talk with your crush, you interdimensional distortion snake!

Ha! Jokes on you, nobody crushes on me! Well… except for that one weirdo who writes weird love letters to m-

GIRATINA! YOU AREN'T HELPING!

Oh, my b. I'm feeling very chatty at this moment. But fret not, my dude. Everything is gonna be completely fine as long as you listen to me. What you gotta do is ask him out, just like you told me you'd do like half an hour ago or something.

B-b-b-but… r-right now?!

No, I meant 20 years in the future when there's a third sequ- OF COURSE I MEAN NOW!

I-I told you! I c-cant just go out there and blurt out "would you want to go out on a date or something"!

"H-hey Anais, would you… want to go out on a date or something?"

Anais, for the 2nd time in the past few minutes or so, snapped out of her mental "argument". She was dumbfounded, stunned even, because she couldn't believe the words that the Luxray had uttered.

...Unbelievable. See how easy that was?

SHUT IT! I NEED TO CONCENTRATE.

"C-could ya repeat that, Raidon?" Anais meekly questioned, eyes now locked on Raidon. She was seriously hoping that the cards have been pulled in her favor, and that she didn't just hallucinate what she heard.

Now it was the Luxray's turn to sweat profusely, his nervousness towards talking with those of the female variety now starting to creep in.

"I-I-I… well, ya see, Anais…" the electric type stuttered immensely, starting to avoid eye contact with the ribbon Eeveelution. "I-I was j-just wondering i-if you would be… y-ya know, interested in… going on a da-"

"Hey guys, I brought us some refreshments!"

Barry had gone away to grab a three cold bottles of (insert healthy drink here), and had just returned. However, in the process, he had cut off the Luxray, who appeared like he was about to blow up from a nervousness overload.

Anais, however, cursed inwardly, as the moment had been interrupted by her seemingly oblivious cousin.

DAMMIT, BARRY! How am I supposed to know what Raidon was really asking?!

Uh… well shucks, seems to me you just pulled the wrong Scorbunny out of the hat, Anais.

Ughhh, ya know what? I probably heard him wrong anyways! Yeah, that's what happened! There's no actual way Raidon wanted to blurt that out!

Ah shit, here we go again...

"O-oh, Barry! Didn't see ya there, thanks for the drinks!" the Luxray exclaimed in such a fast tone, quickly taking his and chugging it all like there was no tomorrow. Raidon managed to snuff any nervousness in his system, but it didn't help his blush fade away. Meanwhile, Anais took her drink without a word and made no effort to drink it.

"Well hey, I'm glad I grabbed those drinks and stuff, cause golly, you both look as sweaty as my dad during a big match!" he announced, opening his drink and taking a quick sip. Suddenly, Anais stood up.

"...I'll be back, give me a minute." she grumbled, and proceeded to walk out with a nonchalant look on her face. Both Barry and Raidon shared a look, one of the two looking more nervous than the other.

"..."

"...So, did I tell you what my mother made me do earlier this morning?"

"Alright, I guess I gotta hold this position for a few seconds…?"

Back at the Solian-Breon homestead was our mother of two, Cassidy. But, here she was, doing something not usually in her regularly-timed schedule; yoga. A poster of various yoga positions were situated on the carpet. Therefore, That Glaceon stretched out on a mat in the centre of the living room.

"O-Oui, that should do it."

That was a slightly more masculine voice. Although, don't get your hopes up, for this wasn't the usual voice of Julley. There was no way Cassidy was about to attempt yoga on her own. However, with Julley busy working away at his job during the day, he couldn't assist the Ice type for sure. Plus, Bonnie wasn't keen on yoga, and Jasmine was too busy being pregnant to join in. Resultantly, the Glaceon needed a professional to help her out.

"M-Monsieur Gauvin? I don't think I can do this…" muttered Cassidy, taking a look at the Flygon in front of her, whom of which sported a blue headband, their arms crossed.

The Flygon shook their head, taking a few steps toward the struggling Glaceon. Cassidy could feel the warmth of olive-green scales clash with the chill of her own body.

"Non! Arrêtes tes sottises!" yelled the Flygon very unexpectedly. "All it takes is just a bit more emphasis in those hips. Straighten out your arms. Et s'il vous plait, Madame - tu peut m'appelle Florian."

Cassidy tried very hard to interpret the language native to Kalos, all the while in the ordeal of having to mirror the position depicted on the poster.

"Right, Florian. So, I lift my hips just like this?" questioned Cassidy, lifting her backside into the air. "O-Oh! I feel it!"

Florian, the professional yoga trainer watched with intent as the ice-type's rump was lifted higher and higher away from the floor. His fixated eyes couldn't seem to move away from the spectacle.

"Si… I mean, Oui! That's it!" howled Florian, frantically flourishing his wings in fervent favour. "Maintenant; you must hold that position for 15 seconds exactly."

"...Alright…"

The entirety of Cassidy's body trembled with lactic acid as it got the exercise it needed. The Flygon, Florian, took to circling the Glaceon to better examine her posture.

"Madame, if I may," started Monsieur Gauvin, carefully placing one talon under his chin, and the other on his hip. "What influenced you to take yoga?"

"Well," Cassidy strained. This was probably one of the longest 15 seconds she's ever experienced, and that's coming from someone who grew up with Cody as a sibling. "My husband thinks I've gained too much weight since having the kids. I wanna do more types of exercise to show him that I'm still as active as ever!"

Florian showed his understanding with a few simple nods, while Cassidy finally returned to a resting position.

"Ah, entendu. If I do say so myself, Madame, you look as young as ever." happily chirped the Flygon, putting a smile on the Glaceon's face as she attempted the next yoga position. Her rump was definitely beginning to feel it.

"Ahaha, thank you Florian. If only Julley understood that…"

Cassidy now stood on all fours, but had one of her front forelegs and hind legs stretched out, suspended above the ground. Her form was shaky and amateur-like, but for a novice, it was quite impressive.

With the mindset to criticize, the yoga maestro relocated to a spot behind the fresh snow Pokemon. She seemed to definitely lack attitude in her stance. Florian reached out with two gentle talons, to help the Glaceon cope.

"If I may, Madame, you need to have your hindleg outstretched a little bit more." advised Florian, adjusting the angle subtended between her left leg and the floor.

Thankfully, she was in a position where Florian couldn't see her face, because Cassidy's usual azure cheeks were turning red. It worsened as she felt the Flygon's talons move towards her hips. It was okay, since he was only doing his job, right?

"Aussi." began Florian, now travelling down the inside of her thigh. There was a bit of authority in his tone. "It's important that you also flex your quadriceps more to maintain a parfait stance."

"M-Monsieur Gauvin!" called Cassidy out of instinct, immediately topping over from the much larger Dragon type Pokemon. Her wide eyes gorged the Flygon's soul out in conviction.

Florian stepped back with a poker face, watching the entire flop unfold. "Is everything alright, Madame?" he questioned, innocently cocking his head.

Cassidy panted faster than Brendan could say 'banana milkshake', still shamefully rocking that certain reddish hue on her cheeks. She stared back at the mystic Pokemon, leaning back on her elbows.

"N-No, not at all. It's just… you touched me in a very certain place…"

As if to say he was wrongly accused, Florian put his talons up in defense. "Madame, I was only doing my job. However, if you feel uncomfortable, you can always tell me."

Looking to the side, then to the ground, Cassidy decided the issue wasn't at all as big as she had made it out to me. Once again, it was the Flygon's duty, and was especially what she was spending her money on.

"Oh… No-no, you're right, Mon… Florian. Thank you."

Florian gave the icy Pokemon a grin wider than the infrared spectrum of a O-H bond. "De rien, Madame. Alors, I believe this ends our first yoga session. I shall see you first thing in the morning tomorrow, Madame."

Wearily, Cassidy agreed. After packing up all of their belongings, Florian was escorted out of the house. Thus, the mother of two was left alone to her thoughts in the lounge.

"Arceus, mind my language, but… what in the distortion world just happened?"

Barry and Raidon were at it again, while Anais' whereabouts were currently unknown. While the sun was still up, there was always time to battle. Unless the battle takes place at night. Then, you'll need the stage lights. Anywho, Barry had just upped his score against Raidon to 7-1 (Lembres?) via the execution of a sweet punch to the jaw. #StopRaidonAbuse.

"Ouch, man!" Raidon had mused while clutching his jaw. "That really smarts, dude. Good game, though."

Out of custom, Barry bowed before his unsuccessful opponent. "Sorry, sir. Let us take another break."

After the two had walked back to the benches again, Barry got out his phone, which was something he hadn't done in a while, and took a glance at the same picture that his father had shown him earlier this morning. Thankfully, Mr. Bursyamo spams nearly everything to the family group chat; trophies, transfer speculation, chain mail, you name it. The picture was no exception.

The Blaziken then looked to his left, purposely.

"Hey Raidon, could I ask something of you?" politely spoke Barrágan, scooching a tad bit closer to the Luxray.

"Sure, what is it?"

Barry then rotated his talon so Raidon had a clear view of the image. "Do you recognise the Blaziken from this photograph? It's not a trick question, by the way, as I don't believe this person is related to me."

The question was quite the riddler for the electric type. Raidon had to put his only source of hydration down once he heard the instruction. Truthfully, the two spent a lot more time than expected staring at one screen since he strived to be helpful. Well, as it would turn out…

"Sorry, Barry. I have no idea who that is." admitted the aspiring, ample and average battler. "Although, could you send that pic to my phone? Maybe I could do some justice by asking around, too. It could just be one of those celebrities that only old people know, you get me?"

Despite the ridiculous nature of the theory, Barry concurred and did exactly as he was told.

"Alright, thanks." said the Blaziken, now putting his phone away. "Now, let's continue!"

Raidon shook his head, and put a paw back to his paining jaw. Never in his life, would he have thought that he'd actually prefer to do something else with his time, like maths. Regardless, he hiked over to the mat again, hoping to have different chances this time.

All the while, in the girls' bathroom, there was Anais, all on her own. She stood in front of the mirror, leaning on the counter that had all the sinks lined up perfectly. She was still trying to fathom what had happened between her and Raidon just in the past few minutes. Even worse, the frustrated fairy feared over what the future held for her.

Frustration clearly overtook her, as she then chucked the drink that Barry had given to her prior into the nearby trash can rather aggressively. Next, she glared at the Sylveon who wasn't standing very proudly in the mirror, with eyes that could've shattered the reflective surface.

"Who are you?!" screamed Anais, edging closer to the mirror, directly opposite of the Sylveon's face.

"Anais Breon-Solian!" shouted back the reflection, who was equally leaning on the sink to eject her ferocity.

"Then, start acting like her!" Anais spat at her counterpart. It was prominent that her voice was showing signs of giving out.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

Behind her, one of the toilet stalls creaked open. A poor, vulnerable Aggron poked their head out of the entrance with a face that clearly portrayed terror.

"What are you looking at, you souped-up, pompous excuse of a trash can?" threatened the pumped up Eeveelution, now fully turning around. "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Without a first, second or third thought, the Aggron was sent packing out of the bathroom. They hadn't even the courtesy to wash their hands due to the petrifying Pokemon who was giving a proper pep-talking to herself.

Now, Anais had refocused her attention to the warrioress poised in the mirror on the wall.

"So, Anais. What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna ask Raidon out!" responded Anais, puffing out her chest.

"GO DO IT THEN!"

Anais was the next to dart out of the room, feeling nothing but the unadulterated moxie coursing through every capillary in her body. She sprinted in the direction of the gymnasium (which wasn't too far off from the bathroom, mind you), knocking over any sorry sucker who sat in her trail of destruction.

Finally, she got to the gym doors, re-equipped with a new pendant of perseverance and a brooch of bravery. All she needed to do was to open those doors, and really let that darned Luxray have it.

As it would turn out, the gym doors opened a lot earlier than expected. The familiar pairing of Raidon Atos and Barry Bursyamo strut through with towels around their necks.

"Hi, Anais!"

"O-Oh! Hey Anais!"

Both of their greetings stunned and locked her in place, much like their presence did.

"H-Hi guys." muttered the spineless Sylveon. Back in the girls' bathroom, her reflection was facepawwing.

"You were gone for awhile." spoke Raidon, wiping his forehead that had leftover sweat matting to his fur. "Did you like, uhh… have, y'know… belly problems?"

Not entirely sure how to answer, Anais scratched her cheek.

"Uhh… y-yes?"

For fucks' sake, Anais.

Both Barry and Raidon nodded understandably. Thankfully, despite the fact that her trip had nothing to do with what the Luxray had suggested at all, they didn't have to delve into the roots of that topic.

Anais began watching Raidon closely; his eyes moved over from her own to the violet orbs that Barry owned, as his mouth got to work.

"Hey, Barry? Is it alright if you go on ahead? I just want to talk to Anais about something."

"Huh? But I wasn't going anywhere to begin with?" replied Barry, still not understanding the concept of time and space.

Raidon flicked his ear twice, making sure that the Blaziken caught wind of his ulterior motives. Immediately, Barry looked at his barren wrist with surprise.

"O-Oh wait! I did have somewhere to be at 8:25! I'll… I'll see you guys later!" the only child exclaimed, performing an about face and trotting down the hallway to Arceus-knows-where.

Although Anais was a little bit consternated at first, she very much did appreciate the privacy that the Blaziken left behind in his wake.

"Aha, a-anyways…" uttered Raidon, his sight trailing off toward the floor. "I don't think that I… uh… I didn't get to finish what I was telling you in the gym…"

"No, y-you didn't!" perked up the female intertwining Pokemon, not noticing the depth of her decibel levels. "Oh, sorry about yelling. W-What did you say in the gym?"

At this moment, Raidon had resumed the once lost eye contact that he shared with girl stood across from her.

"I had a-asked you, if you wanted to go out on a date w-with me?" meekly questioned the Luxray, his face turning a bright shade of pink. "N-Not now, of course, since we're still in school. Maybe sometime during the weekend, or maybe later in the week, y'know? A-Anytime at all, when you're not bu-"

"Y-Yeah." finally answered Anais, complimenting Raidon's blush with one of her own. "I-I'd lo- er, like to go on a date with you. I-Is tomorrow alright? After school?"

Raidon had sparked up as if he had just been plugged into an electric outlet. "Y-Yea! Tomorrow is great with me!"

"Great! I'll see you then!"

The characteristic departing grin that Raidon gave as he left planted a warm campfire for Anais' heart to snuggle up to. The Sylveon waited for the electric type love interest to leave her line of vision, before pumping her powerful paws into the air and raising a rebel yell.

Sweet Arceus, on the hood of a Marshadow Benz! Giratina, did you SEE that?!

Oh yeaa, I saw the whole shebang. Both you landing one with Raidon, and your little intermission in the bathroom. Gotta commend you on this one, Anais, although you basically didn't do anything.

Whatever. Now I need to start thinking about not jacking up the date.

Anais, this doesn't sound like you; what's this Raidon-boy injected you with?

Hey! He's different from all the other guys that I've dated.

Oh really? And how?

...He just is! Leave me alone!

Suuuure. Um… Hey, did that Aggron from earlier always have a twin sister? I hope I'm not having double vision here.

Anais looked up and around, before noticing two unimpressed Aggrons, looming over the Sylveon with a bloodlust that made her fur lose it's natural pink in favour of white.

"Uhh… I… you know, trash cans can look very attractive, too…?"

The long-awaited conclusion to the school day came around. Barry hadn't seen his cousin in any of his classes. Probably skipping or something of the sort. Regardless, the Blaziken stepped out of the school gates, taking in a breath of fresh air, before finally sending himself on his way back home.

Now that his father was out on international duty once again, Barry had the responsibility of hauling himself home via public transportation. The train was undoubtedly the fastest and the most available, so he safely made his way to the nearest station from the school.

The Blaziken, while walking through the ticket gates of the station, recounted his encounter with his second cousin and (most likely) best friend. He hadn't any idea what urged him to leave once Raidon had said what he did, but hopefully it was for the greater good. He made a mental note to ask the Luxray for the purpose tomorrow.

Of course, as he carelessly trotted by, one could hear the murmur of bystanders commenting on the fiery fire and fighting type's physical resemblance to his father. Ergo, Barry followed the technique of hoodie up, face down. It certainly made avoiding pillars, pylons and other pedestrian traffic difficult along the way, though.

Ah, lovely. The train departure area was surrounded by the large, majestic canopy trees that protected us from the sun like a blanket. Barry decided that it would make for a great place to sit down on the nearby benches while he waited for his carriage to co-

"Oh, hey! Barry is that you?"

Well, the Blaziken's first response was of course to begin freaking out; he had no concept of understanding where the voice had come from, nor who was the owner. Maybe Arceus had come early.

"Behind you, duh."

Once Barry had made a π radians turn, he clocked the face of a very enjoyable Lopunny personality. However, it wasn't quite the sister that he was expecting.

"Lorelei!" he had yipped out of half surprise, half content. "I never would've expected you to be around these parts."

Lori had come from the adjacent platform, hopping over from the bench to sit next to her latest acquaintance.

"Hey, Barry. Where are you going?" spoke Lori, smiling and sitting next to the boy in the green hoodie.

Barry had noticed that the Lopunny's legs were a lot longer than his own. Moreover, the said Lopunny was a lot closer to him than he had first anticipated. Very close, to the point that the Bursyamo felt the temperature under his hoodie rising exponentially. Given he was a fire type, that was really saying something.

"O-Oh! I'm just going home, ma'am. H-How about yourself?"

The Lopunny looked up at the green of the leaves hanging off the healthy trees.

"I'm just going sight-seeing in the central with a couple of my mates."

"That seems like it would be a lot of fun." said Barry, ensuring that his hoodie was kept firmly over his head still. "You aren't going with Lola?"

Lori had shimmied over a bit closer to the Blaziken. Her arms were crossed and her legs folded. "Umm, yea. She told me that she didn't want to come when I asked this morning."

"Oh. That's understandable, ma'am."

Out of nowhere, Lori had giggled, albeit suppressed by her right paw. Barry would be lying if he said that it didn't sound adorable.

"You know, Barry - you're a really polite person! It's kind of cute, actually." claimed the normal type, now essentially propped up against the Blaziken. "And uh, sorry about me leaning on you. It's kind of cold, and you're a fire type and all."

"N-No! It's completely fine. And thank you, also." happily replied the male out of the two. Although, he hadn't quite heard what she had said in the middle of those sentences.

Now, Barry wanted to raise his concerns the second Lori took to resting her head on his shoulders. However, a 7-coach train had pulled up to the platform where one Pokemon cuddled up against another like a sandwich.

Lori shot up off the bench and out of the care of the younger Blaziken. "Aha! There's my train!" she quipped to nobody in particular.

Turning around, she gave a farewell wave as she stepped onto the vehicle. Barry returned the favour, but couldn't shake off the unforgettable sensation that Lorelei bestowed upon him as they sat down together.

The train departed, and Barry was finally alone on the bench. He could finally see the trees that were once obscured by the railway convoy.

She's so…so...

Different? Exotic? Sociable? Tactful?

Interesting…

What makes you say that, my dear Barry?

I don't know. She is like a replica of Lola, yet there are things so colourful about her.

You seem to like this girl quite a lot. Don't let her cloud your thoughts about Lola, though.

O-Of course not! It's just…

…

That Lopunny…

Amazingly cheesy, I know. Anyway, Degenerate Fluffington wrote a decent chunk of this as well. See if you can identify where it is! ;P Thank you very much, for writing also! T'was very good, if I do say so myself. Maybe I'll have to leave a review of my own.

Now, thanks to YOU, the reader, for reading this as well. If you aren't already, come and hang with us in the Discord made for the 'That Glaceon' and 'That Sylveon' stories! DM me Luanastar#8453 for an invite.

Also, check out this over story that hasn't been touched in a year and a bit, made by myself (On Awesome Sawss' account) called 'The Beautiful Game of Life'. A little birdie told me that something special's gonna happen with that story in the next coming week.

That concludes today's chapter! Thanks for reading! See you in the next!

Barry finally got back home after an extensive train journey. His feet felt like they were going to fall off. He shuffled about to stick the key in the door of his house, yet had trouble due to an incessant squealing noise that he couldn't knock off.

As he opened the door, the noise hit him at full volume - it was a feminine shriek emanating from the lounge entrance.

With much expedition, Barry scrambled to the living room, where his mother lay sprawled out on the couch with her legs wide apart.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" bellowed Jasmine, tearing at the defenseless couches with her veiny paws.

Barry rushed to his mother's side, getting down to her level.

"Mom..! That's a weird way to watch TV…"

The comment fell on very furious ears, as the mother of soon-to-be-more-than-one looked at her first child dead in his pupils.

"BarryI'mabouttohaveachildandifyoudon'tcomearoundhereandhelpmedeliverthischildthen…" Jasmine paused to breath. "GoodgriefArceushavemercyonyoursoulbeforeItearitrightoutofyouanduseittoflossmyteeth!"

Now, using his natural instinct to detect tone, Barry knew that what his mom uttered was supposed to be a threat, but…

"S-Sorry Mom - What did you say?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Barry squinted at the circumstance before him. His mother had been pregnant for awhile, now. At the moment, the Lucario was screaming out to the Hall of Origin with painful purpose, and her legs were spread out so far that they'd have different addresses. Naturally, Barry would assume that his dad and his mom were playing that bed game whenever Jasmine was in this position. On the other hand, today was different; Brendan was on the plane to Kanto, and was replaced with the young Blaziken here instead.

My dear Barry - why do you think your mother wanted all that yoghurt earlier today?

…

"Hang on… Oh… OH!"

Immediately, Barry put down his belongings and sat at the legs of the howling Lucario. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Be that as it may, the Blaziken got to work performing what he had learned from all those hospital soap operas. This day was about to get even longer.

-Luanastar