THAT SYLVEON
You know what's funnier than 34? 35. Welcome to the 35th chapter of That Sylveon! Glad you've been on the boat for so long. Arceus knows it's been long since this story first started, and don't get me started on That Glaceon. Anyway, without further ado, here is the 35th chapter.
Also, here's a message to those in the Discord who thought Raidon was gonna die. GOTCHA, YA HERB! HEEEERRRBBB! That's right, Transcendant and CH13F, I'm looking at you :MewSureee:
In addition, to those in the Discord who thought I was going to make a Beanos fanfiction, get done ya herb. You're a big, big dum dum.
Every once in awhile, it was always interesting to be able to stroll down the school hallways on your own. It was amazingly quiet. For a Blaziken such as Barry, who's endured so many events these past few days, taking a walk through the ornate bricks of calm and tranquil echoes felt like bliss. Sometimes, he'd like to daydream. Dream of a future, where he's in the centre of the mat, with millions of people all over the world watching him deliver the final blow to win a highly staked tournament. The referee, blowing the whistle. The trophy gleefully held up in his left talon. Best of all, the people calling his name.
"Barry! Barry! Barry!"
Yeah, like that.
"Barry, Barry, Barry!"
The 15-year old stopped in his tracks. Hopefully, he wasn't lucidly dreaming here. Although, he could hear the chants getting louder.
"BARRY! BARRY! BARRY!"
Now, the Blaziken of the same name began to sweat. Should he start running? Should he keep still? What sort of prank was Lu- Arceus playing this time?
There was no time to answer the questions, anyway. As it would turn out, Barry was forcefully sent packing across the tiled floor, eating slate, dirt, and other microbes. He turned to meet his assailant, who he felt was straddled across his torso.
"A-Anais?" the fire type croaked, coughing in the meanwhile. "What the heck was that for? I landed on my spleen!"
Breathless, the Sylveon shook her head. "Now is not the time to care about you, Barry. Hang on… You landed on your spleen? Don't you have any ribs?"
"I… Think so..?"
"Anyway, this is an emergency, and you have to help me, so forget about your stupid spleen." ordered Anais, pounding on the Blaziken's poor ribcage.
"What's going on? Don't tell me you need help delivering twins, too!"
Anais' glared at the trauma stricken Blaze Pokemon, as if his feathers were suddenly blue.
"Wha..? N-No!" she yelled, jumping up and down. "It's just Raidon! A-And Bella! I messed up, dude!"
Barry propped himself up on his shoulders. "What exactly did you do? And could you get off me?"
"No, it's comfortable here." Anais retorted, before putting her full weight on the Blaziken at once, making him groan disdainfully. "Now you see, Bella was telling me that she was hung up on Raidon for like, the longest time. It's why she wasn't in school for ages."
"T-That's not a bad thing, right?" croaked the soon-to-be pancaked Blaziken. "Is she interfering with you and Raidon?"
"Umm… Well not yet. But, we talked earlier, and I unknowingly spurred her on to try and talk to Raidon, and potentially ask him out."
"...Seriously?"
Anais jumped again, causing more pain to the fire type's torso. She was dangerously close to his spleen. "Yes seriously! I-I couldn't let her know about Raidon and I! It would tear her apart! Like a piece of paper… Arceus, I feel so bad for her. Especially since we're supposed to be going out after school."
Barry sweatdropped. "Right, so um… What do you think I can do about it?"
"I just wanted you to be aware. During gym class, if you see Bella get anywhere near Raidon, intervene. Alright?"
Meekly, Barry nodded once. He wasn't sure why he had to listen to the Sylveon. However, with a glare like Anais' - that could melt a hole in lead - Barry decided not to test.
"Thanks for it all, Barry." gratified the Sylveon, now stepping off the bruised and battered Blaziken. "You know, I'm sure you've already heard this from your pops or whatever, but you're a really good kid."
The feather-clad cousin to the Sylveon wore his best smile. "Thank you a bunch, Anais! Personally, I prefer thinking I just have good morals."
"Okay, shut up. You're making me sick."
"Right… Sorry..."
"..."
"So um… can we go to form now? I haven't registered, and I don't want to be late." politely wondered the fire type. Howbeit, Anais rotated her head from left to right, and beckoned for the younger Blaziken to stand up on his two feet.
"Barry, Barry, Barry. Young, oblivious, and STUPID, Barry." sung the sly Slyveon, sending Barry a sourly smug smirk.
"...well that was just unnecessar-"
"Shhh…" Anais whispered in hushed tones. "Ya see, Barry, Raidon doesn't go to form often, correct?"
Barry dipped his head.
"Exactly, because he's too busy training in the mornings. That means, he'll be in the gym, from 7pm, at least until gym class starts. Stop me if I'm going too fast for you."
"No, it's alright."
The Sylveon gestured a nod of condescension on a silver platter to the Blaziken. "Good, good. So this means, if we wait in the gym at the same time as Raidon, you wouldn't have to worry about making sure you get to the gym before Bella does, so you can occupy him!"
Barry sat his talon upon his hips. "Right. You're really good at these kind of things, Anais."
Anais shrugged her shoulders proudly. "What can I say, Barrágan? You learn from the best…" Anais leaned in closer to Barry. A little bit closer than he would've liked, actually. "Then you become the best."
"Wow…"
She sent Barry a wink, before trotting off to the gymnasium. The learning Blaziken waited a few seconds in advance of then following the lead Anais, who proceeded to turn back, in confusion.
"Uhh… Barry? Why are you so far away for?" she questioned. Although, once again, Barry put his hand on his hip in surprise.
"Don't you know? In those action movies with like… Arnold Schwartzenexeggcutor, you always gotta follow at least a car-length behind your partner. Just so they think we aren't associated with each other. Otherwise, people will start to think something is up. Then… BOOM! Compromised. Kill confirmed. Roger, roger."
The grimace upon Anais' mask was irremovable. "Barry. The whole school knows we're cousins. If we travel like that, we're more likely to be susceptible to looking suspicious. Or worse - looking stupid."
"O-Oh. You're right." said Barry, under his own breath. "W-Well, could we at least give each other cool nicknames?"
Anais rolled her eyes. "Have you been watching The Running Mankey?"
"Aha, only Total Raikou."
"Ugh, figures. What do you have in mind?"
As soon as Barry begin showing off his jazz hands, Anais knew she made a grave mistake.
"Great! So basically, I'll be Caloff Bombardi, and you can be Foxy McFly!"
"I've changed my mind."
"Aww."
Now that Barry's action escapades had come to an end, the two continued to make headway to the gymnasium, that thankfully wasn't too far off. Anais had kept track of time, and knew that there were about 10 minutes remaining 'till first period was to start.
Once the two had entered the gym, they were met with the same old smell of the rank sweat generated here by the other pupils. The brown, glossy brick tiles were sleek and slippery as ever. Best of all, the blinding glare of the sun peeked through the window, and incinerated anything in sight. In other words, it was an ordinary weekday for Barry and Anais. However, there was one thing missing.
"Darn it!" Anais exclaimed in disbelief. "He's not here?"
"Inconceivable, I'd say. You were so sure he was going to be here, too." commented the taller Blaziken, folding his arms.
"Mind your own business, Barry." mumbled the salty Sylveon. "I just don't understand it, though. Like, where else could he be?"
"Maybe he's just running late to school."
This suggestion put the foul-mouthed fairy into a state of deep contemplation. She made a pouting face, sat back on her rear in front of the gym doors, and commenced the turning of gears and cogs inside her brain.
"Damn, damn! Alright, listen; you're faster than me, so run to form, and check if Raidon's there. When you get there, make sure you give me a call on your cell phone, alright?"
The younger cousin looked a bit uncertain. "Umm, I suppose I could. B-But, don't you know that it's against code of conduct to use your mobile phone within school premises?"
"For goodness' sake, Barry." moaned the cynical Sylveon. "You're not gonna go to jail if you're caught, you know."
"You're right, that's because I'm below the age of majority. But what if I get sent to a juvenile delinquent center, though?!"
Anais glared swords and lances at the poor Blaziken. Barry got a full page's worth of information from that single exchange, and sheepishly nodded his head. Immediately, he dashed out of the fym, obeying his command.
Meanwhile, the Intertwining Pokemon found herself getting up, only to plop her backside on the bleachers instead. She noted how empty the gym was; not even Coach Easel was here yet.
There's no way he's in form, right? That'd be crazy. He's only been in form so many times.
Never look a gift Rapiddash in the mouth. Ya see, I don't exactly know what that means, but you get my drift, right?
Uhh… I think so? Can't you use your Legendary Pokemon magic to just tell me where he is? Please?
Sorry, I'm not that kind of dragon.
Ugh. You're such a loser.
Loser? I don't even know her!
Actually just piss off.
Uh, u-understood.
Anais checked her phone. 08:27 was displayed. Conveniently, she then got a call from her cousin, to which she promptly answered.
"What's the situation?"
"Kssksksss… This is Solid Ekans, I repeat, this is Solid Ekans. Come in, Pink Pangoro."
Now, the Sylveon could feel her Barry-induced migraine spreading to the rest of her brain. It was only 8 in the morning, yet Anais just wanted to call it a night now.
"For Arceus' sake, Barry. We aren't doing the names… Unless I get to be Solid Ekans."
An audible groan came from the other end of the line.
"Alright, understood. But um, I've eyes on Raidon. He's in form, and he's sitting quite close to Bella. Chances are, they'd end up walking to gym class together. Or, at the very least, they'd be close enough for Bella to start comfortable conversation." Barry had explained over the phone. This had made Anais grumble disgruntledly.
"Gotcha. Why don't you walk with them here? Or at least, just keep a close lookout on Bella, M'kay?"
"Received. O-Oh! They're being released now! See you in a couple minutes. Eyes forward, just in case."
"Alright, no worries."
The call was hung up, and Anais was left on her own. She now had to entrust the sanctity of her friendship with Bella, and the paramountcy of her relationship with Raidon into the talons of… Barry Bursyamo. Not an easy feat.
Arceus breathed a large sigh of contempt, as he impatiently waited for his peer, Mewtwo, to finally make a decision on a game of MonoPolygon. The two other contestants, Cresselia and Giratina, looked just as scornful.
"Come on, old man!" complained Giratina, rolling about on his beanbag. "Personally, I'd like to get this game done before another chapter comes out!"
"Chapter of what?" asked Cresselia, although the dragon returned a wide-eyed gaze at her, and slowly shook his head.
"Nevermind. All I'm saying is that you gotta hurry up, dude."
Mewtwo's blasé expression never changed, despite Giratina's immature taunts. "Scorn all you will, vacuous sow. MonoPolygon is a game centred around utmost skill, optimal strategy and financial budgeting. It's not a game for juveniles like yourself, Giratina."
Cresselia frowned and turned her head at an angle. "But… Giratina has Magbyfair and Park Lairon…"
"D-Doesn't matter! Those properties alone won't help a novice."
Frustratedly, Arceus let steam out through his nose. "Okay, okay, we get it Mewtwo. But please, could you at least just roll the dice?"
"ALRIGHT, FINE!"
Anais put her eyes forward, where she could see a trio of Pokemon enter via the main entrance. The Sylveon could feel her skin being stuck the wooden benches as a result of her sweat. Pellet after pellet dropped from her forehead, as Raidon, Barry and Bella strolled through the doors (amid some other Pokemon). But as a matter of fact, the three were lined up horizontally, so the Blaziken with an agenda sidled between the duo of the quadrupes. From what Anais could see, the Mightyena didn't seem very impressed with the circumstance.
All according to plan… Now to intervene…
Shifting herself up from the bleachers, Anais strolled up to the group of three, but mainly focused on the dark type.
"Hey guys! Oy Bella, I gotta tell you something." chirped the intertwining Pokemon, feigning excitement.
Bella looked left and right, yet gave a very prolonged look at Raidon, who was conversing with Barry.
"Umm… Sure? What is it? By the way, where were you during form? You said you needed the bathroom but you never came back."
Anais donated some distance between herself and her friend a few metres by stepping back away from Raidon and Barry. Then, she beckoned for the Mightyena to come closer.
"I uh, got stuck in the bathroom. Girl things, you know?" she lied through her teeth. Thankfully, Bella nodded and seemed content with her response. "Anyway, how's it going with you and Raidon?"
A pair of eyes darted to her left. Anais licked her chops cunningly as she noticed her cousin skew Raidon off in the direction of a nearby battling mat. As if it was… All part of the plan.
Bella began to yak on about how she hadn't the opportunity to talk to the occupied Luxray. Anais could only half-heartedly heed to her rambling like the excellent friend she was. Instead, the teen had focused a bit more on Raidon, who was preparing himself to do battle with her cousin. Her eyes couldn't help frolicking around the black maned electric type. His calves bulged in and out while he jumped up and down in anticipation. The ends of his fur swayed in a periodic motion meanwhile. Every move made by the living engine of a Luxray induced a tidal wave from Anais' head all the way to her tail.
"Anais… are you even listening to me?"
The Sylveon swiftly shook herself awake. "Y-Yeah! Of course I am. Interesting and all."
Pouting, Bella ignored her friend, and instead pointed in the direction of the not too far mat. It had Raidon and Barry about to start a match between them. Still up to this point, they had yet to begin. Stretching is important, you know. Don't wanna pull any hammies.
"Hey, Ann, do you wanna catch a battle?" proposed Bella, lifting her eyebrows in curiosity.
On one hand, that would put the Mightyena in closer proximity to the Luxray she was trying to protect this entire time, opposing the plan. On the other paw…
Anais got a glint in her eye. Popping into her mind was a thought given weight - an idea. A very devious one, at that also.
"You know what, Bella - why not? In fact, why don't you join in on the battle?" Anais advised, trying her absolute best to hide a devious smile that wanted to creep out of her persona and display it's ugly face to the world.
"Join in? What do you mean?"
"Eh? Have you fallen that far out of the loop?" the sneaky Sylveon started, stumbling back in shock. "Don't you know that guys are totally into girls who can battle? Why do you think Manu dated Lorilei in the upper year?"
The mesmerised Mightyena mustered a few incomprehensible sounds while scratching her head in semi-confusion. "Umm… Wasn't it because Lori was desperate for a prom date?"
Anais shook her head condescendingly.
"Not at all. See, Lola might tell you that, but it's actually because Lori was a great battler, right? For her year, anyway."
Next, Bella had put on a face of understanding, much to Anais' delight.
"Ohh… That actually makes sense, now. I suppose I could give it a go. No way am I going head to head against Barry."
"Yeah, forget him. Ask Raidon, though. He'd probably like it. You know, think it's hot or something."
The dark type nodded. "That's right. Thanks, Ann."
"Just doing Arceus' work."
Bella had began making rapid headway toward the mat, just in front of an overjoyed Anais, who tugged at her pink ribbons in excitement.
Yeah, right. More like doing MY work. You really are a disgusting scrap of garbage, aren't you?
Listen, Giratina. I love Bella just as much as anyone would. She's a great gal, truly blameless. However, this isn't Alola, this isn't Kanto, and for the sake of Arceus, this certainly isn't Galar. No, my dear dragon darling; this is Hoenn and this is how we do it in Hoenn.
Alright, I get it, but you didn't have to deceive her like that. She's your friend, right?
'Course. But, if I'm gonna be on top, it's gonna have to be at the expense of someone, right?
My point still stands.
Your point is stupid.
You're stupid.
Nice.
At the moment, Bella and Anais had found themselves at the mat. Barry had pulled out of his stance, and straightened up, smiling softly.
"Hey! Great that you guys came. We were in desperate need of an officiator for our match. Do one of you guys reckon you could kit us out here?" pleaded the Blaziken, resting his talons on his miniature waist.
"Umm, actually…" began Bella, struggling to hurdle her anxieties. "I was thinking if I could get in on this battle, you know? Myself against Raidon. Is that alright?"
Barry exchanged glances with all three of the students present, taking a prolonged look at his cousin especially. Then, he grinned and wagged joyously.
"That sounds like a great plan!"
Smiles were passed around between the four like they were about to expire. Graciously, the Blaziken stepped from the foamy canvas to the cold marble floor, allowing Bella space to move onto the mat opposite the Luxray.
Raidon tapped and tattered his rear paws against the flooring of the small battling arena. He glanced left, and smirked at the Sylveon and Blaziken who sat side by side proudly. Eyes forward, and he was locked in eye contact with his dark type opponent.
"Bella, right?" regarded Raidon, rocking from side to side to exhibit his agility. "Let's see what you got."
Acting herself, the mighty Bella Sheaqua slightly twisted her front paw, as if to show a defensive stance.
"I'm ready when you are, Raidon."
The unsteadiness within the dark type's faltering speech did not go unnoticed. However, her opponent simply nodded, before darting forward, commencing the battle without as much as a notification to begin the match.
…
"G-Gosh… That was insane. We're 32, right? It's never felt better."
Julley and Cassidy were sprawled out on the bed. Both were running on empty at this point, and sleep was looking like a real possibility after their second session back to back. The former of the two, looked over at his significant other, more than delighted at the fact that he was able to put a smile on the Glaceon's face after all these years spent together.
"Aha… you said it, Cass… Feels like prom night all over again."
The floppy-eared turquoise ball of fur sighed delightedly. Her eyes sparkled glamorously, putting all kaleidoscopes to shame.
The mother of two shuffled closer to her husband, snuggling under the warmth that emanated from the Umbreon like an organic radiator. Julley accepted the affection and responded with an embrace of his own, bearing the biting chill that was included in the Cassidy package.
Pulling the blankets over both of them, the wife of the married couple shuffled as close as she could to her hubby, and quietly purred.
"For sure it does…"
Julley opened his previously closed eyes, staring right at the tip of the nose that belonged to Cassidy. A critical glint in the Umbreon's gander spoke of a dangerous agenda.
"Cass, could I ask you something? It's nothing too big, just something I've been thinking about."
Cassidy opened her eyes.
"Of course you can. By the way - Yes, I'm on the pill."
"U-Um, it wasn't that, but I'm glad to know."
She's lying. She's trying to get herself pregnant for more maternity leave.
You're really sick, you know? Mind your own business!
Wow… fine… I'll just go bother your daughter, then.
By all means… Wait what?
Julley's senses completely came back to him, and he blinked twice just for good measure. His focus now returned to his wife, who was still regarding his gaze with concern. Her worrisome attitude and convicting perturbance drilled holes in his confidence to speak.
"W-Well anyways, I had seen something on your phone screen earlier, and was just wondering - Who's 'Gorvin'?"
Cassidy's eyes dilated slightly, while her nose scrunched up.
"Erm, well surprisingly, it's pronounced 'Gauvin'. Also, he's just my yoga teacher."
Julley smiled, and nodded. "That makes sense. You told me that you were starting yoga about a month ago. How has it been for you?"
"It's been great!" the Glaceon exclaimed, right in her husbands face. "I've been doing it for sometime now, and I really think I'm getting the hang of things, you know? I've been starting to feel flexible already."
Flexible? Well, hello.
Didn't you say you were gonna go? Also, hey! That's my wife!
Yeah, but no. Also, that's your wife, but I'm technically her daddy, so you're welcome for those curves… Son.
I'm going to get a lobotomy.
The Umbreon had now cleared his throat.
"You know Cass, I think it's amazing that you're doing something to keep your mind off work, and the kids." praised the Umbreon, stroking the frosty back of his significant other. "Maybe I could join too. Don't you guys do it when I go out to work?"
At that instant in time, the ice type felt the demon of conviction grip her by her feeble throat.
"Y-Yeah, we do. I don't know if you could join, since you'd have to pay an extra amount, and whatnot…"
Pursing his lips, Julley thought to himself for awhile, before speaking again. "Hmm… Why not? That way, we could book the same sessions."
"Ahaha, you're right…" laughed Cassidy, who had then turned around to let her back face the moonlight Pokemon. "If that's the case, go ahead. See what you can do."
"Sounds great!"
"Definitely…"
After being thrown out of the ring after a rivetingly grueling contest between two oppositions, Raidon still couldn't fathom what had happened. He wasn't sure if all five senses of his were fully functional, but he could certainly tell you what he saw - A band of his friends, rejoicing over a well deserved victory, sealed with a timely focused headbutt. Bella, the Mightyena of them all, seemed to look the most overjoyed of them all. The trio of Anais, Barry and the dark type that had bested him danced in bewilderment. Despite all, the former seemed to have her eyes glued to nothing but his own as he stumbled to get to his feet.
"I don't believe it…" muttered the Luxray, actually struggling to believe it, as he regained balance enough to make his way to the triplet. "What an insane match! Congratulations!"
Bella ceased her celebration, and turned to her unfortunate opponent, donning a beam that could part the clouds and reveal the Hall of Origin.
"I know! U-Um… Thanks for sparring with me though. I really appreciate it." spoke the victor Mightyena, trying her best to stay humble.
Showing signs of being a good sport, Raidon mirrored a look a happiness upon his own maw.
"It's completely fine. You're a really good battler, you know! Do you think you could show me some of your moves, or maybe a couple tips?"
Bella's scarlet irises gleamed like two sparkling rubies under the moonlight. Her smile grew wider than the longest rainbow. Best of all, her tail threw itself back and forth as if it had been overclocked.
"Y-Yes! We could do that, if you want." bashfully blurted the blushing Bella. "I mean… I'm free right now..?"
Raidon had nodded gratefully, thus the Luxray and the Mightyena strolled off on their own to find another mat to practice techniques, disregarding the two cousins that were still side by side, not as proudly as before, however.
After digesting the whole situation, Anais turned to her favourite Blaziken, bearing her teeth in a feigned smile.
"...So… Was that all according to plan, or..?"
The ears that belonged to the furious fairy stood up straight on end like they were connected to an electric outlet. Stroppily, Anais slapped one of her ribbons against her forehead.
"No, Barry. It was not according to plan." she sighed unhappily, sick of having to put on a mask. "Raidon was supposed to spank her ass, realise she's not a good battler, lose attraction to her, and then come running back to me. Not… Whatever just happened here."
Barry got rid of his smile, and sat his talons where they rightfully belonged; on his hips.
"Well, what do you think we should do now?"
Puckering her lips in defeat, Anais felt the pain of finally having to come to terms with acceptance.
"I think we should probably let her know."
"Jinkies, Solid Ekans."
"..."
"..."
"Barry, just shut up."
I think this chapter as finally come to a conclusion. Glad that I got around to completing this at a decent rate despite all the retroactive planning. If you haven't already, please join the discord server. Otherwise, have a pleasant day!
-Luanastar
P.S: There will be no Beanos fic. There will never be a Beanos fic. Beanos is not real. Beanos cannot hurt you.