Her Rival

by Casual One

The first time she met him, he moved into Celestic Town. The first time he met her, she was in her twenties.

6. Chapter 5

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

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Froakie was a firm believer in fate.

The belief stemmed from his experience. He met his destined trainer, forged everlasting bonds, and created fond memories. He knew the joys of victory and the bitterness of defeat. He felt the pain of leaving behind those he called kin. He experienced guilt, understood grief, and bore the heavy burdens of responsibility.

It still hurt.

He was a guardian of Kalos. He knew his role. He understood his duties.

Yet what could he do now, trapped in a mystery that befuddled him? He was lost. The world was different. His purpose was gone, the objective that he chose and sacrificed so much for hadn't happened.

He felt jaded, betrayed, by the world. Had he already given up enough? He left those he would call family to protect a future within his grasp yet he was given a fate worse than death.

Isolated.

Alone.

In a world where no one could understand him, he lost hope. Years of solitude tested his will. What should he do? Should he seek out a new future? It would never be the same. The memories of the past were too ingrained in him.

We'll always be connected even if we're not in the same place.

Froakie sat on the streets of Lumiose City, watching the comings and goings of the people. The citizens moved around him, giving the frog a wide berth. Some tried to feed him, some tried to take care of him. He denied them. He was too lost in his own thoughts.

The world was so different yet so familiar. Just what was his place in it?

Fate had a funny way of answering him.

The truth is, we won't ever really be apart.

Froakie blinked when his eyes met amber and for one moment, hope blossomed.

He believed in fate. It was a belief that was forged through everything he had been through. He never doubted it. He'd never forget it. When he was met with such a familiar face, there was only one thing he could do.

He grabbed on to the last vestige of his past.

I'll come back for you.

He smiled when the trainer stood still as both recognized the other. If fate was what allowed him to meet Ash once, it was that same fate that allowed them to meet again. What was once lost was now found.

You came when no one else could.

He kept his promise.

XXX

Their first meeting was like a movie. An iconic boy meets girl moment.

They shared a goal, though the paths they took were different. She was a star, an actress that pursued two dreams. He was a warrior, a wanderer that pursued a single dream wholeheartedly. They were very different yet both wanted the same thing, to be the best.

She could remember it well. She hid among the crowd, enrobed in a black coat, hat, and sunglasses to hide her face. She was a sixteen-year-old girl, a recent star. Though fresh in the business, Diantha pursued her desires tirelessly. Her effort paid off and Kalos began knowing her name. Her manager, Kathi Lee, ever so wise in her wisdom had already given her a disguise to at least give her the privacy any teenage girl should have.

She walked through the busy streets of Lumiose City, intent to enjoy a nice break from her busy work schedule. She already knew her destination, the familiar scent of warm drinks wafting through the air alerted her that she was close. Cafe Soleil had always been a favorite of hers.

When she turned the corner to reach it, that was when she saw him.

A boy her age with a Pikachu on his shoulders stood nearby, staring long and hard at a Froakie. It was an odd thing to witness. The electric rodent on his shoulders looked just as astonished and the trainer's eyes were wide and unblinking. As an actress, she was used to acting out roles and emotions and she sometimes would indulge in watching the expressions of others.

It made her quite good at reading people. She could track dishonesty and lies a mile away. The reactions these three displayed were frighteningly real. She couldn't help but stare.

She felt like she was ruining a moment, but she didn't have the heart to stop. Even others that walked past them gave the trainer and the two Pokemon funny looks. The three stood frozen in time, not a single one of them moving a muscle.

It was getting unnerving.

Then the Froakie stole a pokeball from the trainer and with a swift press of the button, it was captured.

Like a movie resuming in a theater, the black-haired boy sucked in his breath and picked up the device. His expression displayed absolute confusion and a lingering shock and when those amber eyes met hers, the two paused in an awkward realization of their predicament.

She intruded into what was obviously a very personal moment. In his eyes, she probably looked like a creep, a complete weirdo. The continuous silence between them was only emphasizing her mistake. The Pikachu on his shoulders looked to be trying to find a way to break the tension but hadn't fully recovered from whatever just happened.

Time to diffuse this atmosphere.

She cleared her throat, raising her purse as she gave a small smile. With nothing really worth saying and her desire to eat, she said the first thing on her mind. "W-Would you like a drink?"

Wow, Diantha, great job!

Though that did seem to do the trick as the boy finally got out of whatever funk he was in and laughed, "Yeah. I could definitely use a drink right about now."

"I know just the place," Diantha inwardly sighed in relief. That somehow worked.

"Lead the way." The boy walked towards her. "I'm Red Satoshi."

"Diantha Carnet." She watched him closely, to see if he recognized her name. From the small widening of the eyes, he did, but the trainer didn't seem to care at all. That was good at least. They walked towards Cafe Soleil together and she noted his ease in traversing through Lumiose City. A native? Seasoned adventurer? She couldn't really tell.

When they reached the cafe and sat down on their wooden seats, she continued her observations. Pikachu was content to perch himself on the table as they gave their orders. Red spoke instinctively, answering without looking at their menu. She did so as well. A frequent customer? Odd. She was a common enough visitor that she had seen the regulars often. She'd never seen him here before.

A man of mystery!

That was a good way to begin a conversation. It would be best to get to know this stranger that had a very odd episode in the streets and she needed to break this awkwardness. The silence was telling. A lot of things must be on his mind.

"Is this your first time in Lumiose?"

Red blinked before smiling at her. "Not exactly."

Well, that answered that. "I've never seen you around."

"It has been a while," Red answered. He perked up when their drinks came. She took hers. Pikachu was quick to pester him for a sip, which he good-naturedly obliged. She grinned at that. They were clearly close.

"Must have been a long time," Diantha watched in amusement as Pikachu began drinking the entire thing. Red watched with feigned exasperation. "I certainly would have remembered this cutie." She made to pet the mouse, enjoying his soft fur and cute noises.

"Don't give him a bigger ego than he already has," Red chuckled. She inwardly sighed in relief when she noticed him starting to relax. Pikachu gave his trainer a playful smack of his tail. They laughed.

"Well, if this isn't your first time in Lumiose, may I ask why you're here?"

"I was planning on challenging the Kalos League."

Ah. She could understand that. Diantha nodded to herself. "I am also participating." She didn't really know how far she'd go. Her job as an actress was already busy enough, especially with her already rising stardom. Kathi Lee was determined to ride the momentum and she willingly followed, trusting her manager's advice. Unfortunately, this lead her to be rather slow in collecting the required badges.

"I hope to meet you there then," Red grinned. Oh? He just started and was already assured of his entrance to the league? Was that experience or arrogance?

"Confident," Diantha's lips hummed inquisitively.

"I trust in my Pokemon."

"A lot of trainers do."

"All the better," Red responded quickly, "What's the point of being at the top if there is no challenge?"

"I correct my statement," Diantha replied mirthfully, "You're very confident."

"Don't believe me?"

"Seeing is believing."

"Fair," Red nodded, "I'll have to prove it then."

"I do prefer a man of action," she agreed. She had met many in the industry with silver tongues, but while she lived in a realm of poets and scholars, she too enjoyed the warriors and rogues. "Nonetheless, I look forward to facing you in the league." She smirked playfully. "If you can reach me, that is."

Red laughed. Even she couldn't help but crack a smile at the light atmosphere. "Now who's the one that's confident?"

"I would like to consider myself decent, at the very least." She won the previous Lumiose Conference, after all, and defeated one of her region's Elite Four. She would like to think that she was adequate. They talked a bit more, surprisingly enjoying the conversation between them. He was but a mere stranger a moment ago and now she was speaking so casually to him. Kathi Lee would be scandalized.

Perhaps it helped that he only seemed to think of the league instead of poking into her personal life. Perhaps it was because the boy never seemed to do anything with her identity despite recognizing who she was. Maybe it was the weird air of mystery around Red that made her want to learn bits of him. She always enjoyed a mystery book or two.

Whatever might be the case, it loosened her up and when they left the cafe, she was surprised by his words before they departed.

"See you later, Diantha."

See you later. Even after all of that, the boy truly believed he'd face her at the Lumiose Conference.

She had to contain her smile as she nodded back. "I'll see you later then, Red."

It was an odd meeting, but she supposed it fit for her newest rival.

XXX

Their second meeting was like a flash of lightning. Literally!

Apparently 'see you later' came closer than expected. Like a storm, it was unpredictable, electric, and very destructive. Standing within one of the alleys of Santalune City, she wore a white dress, torn and covered with dirt and grime. She struggled to walk, her breathing deep and labored. She glared at the two in front of her.

"You're making this harder than it has to be, miss," the first of these black-robed goons spoke. She shivered at the slithery voice. "We'll take you somewhere nice and quiet."

"It's futile to struggle," the second one intoned with indifference. "Our boss just wants to talk." They both grabbed onto her and she tried her best to force the two grunts off her.

She groaned, "How dare you!" She sent a withering glare. "You'll never get away with this."

"We already are, miss." She growled at the smug tone. She felt the two pin her down and begin binding her limbs. Her breathing slowed, eyes drooping as exhaustion took her. "Grab her quickl-"

"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!"

Her eyes shot up when the world turned gold. The goons were sent flying, crashing into the alley walls. One of them stood up, shaking his head, and looked at where the attack came from. "What the h-"

Whatever he said was stopped by a flash of a metallic tail. The man was knocked out cold. She only had a second to comprehend everything that went down. It was so effective yet so strong.

"Froakie, frubbles."

Frothy white bubbles flew accurately as the two grunts were trapped in the sticky substance, completely immobile. She turned to the source and saw the same boy she met a week ago. His amber eyes seemed to glow like unnatural gold, hardened into an expression of tempered wrath. Diantha already felt the bonds around her break from Pikachu's Iron Tail and she slowly stood up.

"Diantha," Red's expression softened towards her.

"Red."

"Are you alright?" He scanned her body, checking for any injuries. She held a poker face and looked at him.

"Red."

"Who are those guys?" Red didn't seem to hear her words as he scanned the fallen criminals. "Must be some kind of team I've never heard of. They don't even have uniforms I'm familiar with."

"Red."

"They weren't that impressive," Red muttered, "How'd they get you anyways?"

"Red."

For once, he paused and looked at her. "Yeah?"

She closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable.

"Cut! Cut!" Kathi Lee yelled, a rolled-up magazine in her hands. "Who the hell are you and why did you attack our actors?" She saw her manager smack the boy with the hardest swing of the magazine she had seen her friend ever do. The boy yelped and Diantha sighed in amusement.

"Wait," Red looked utterly lost, "actors?!"

"Actors," Diantha nodded, a serene smile on her face.

Pikachu and Froakie looked at each other before scratching the back of their heads. Red groaned. She didn't know if it was from the pain her manager inflicted upon him or at the thought that he just barged into a movie set completely on accident while simultaneously wounding her coworkers and damaging property. She figured it was both.

"Repent for your sins, damn you!"

"It was an acci-ack!"

Smack!

Smack!

SMACK!

Red yelped as he was bombarded once more by her manager. Pikachu and Froakie watched the scene in fascinated horror. Their glorious and normally confident trainer was being berated by her small female friend. He gave Diantha a pleading look. Her shoulders shook as she began laughing at his predicament.

It hasn't even been a few months and you've already made my year, Red!

The director showed up and looked at the entire scene.

"Ah, director, I am so sorry for this rapscallion! Let me get rid of him immediately!" Kathi Lee was quick to apologize, bowing sincerely. She had never seen her manager and friend so stressed and it only made her laugh harder. When Diantha saw her force the taller Red to bow with her, she was laughing to the point of tears.

"This..."

"I promise I'll make sure he pays for all the damages."

"...is amazing!"

"And I prom-what?"

When the director began praising and inspecting Red, she never laughed harder.

XXX

With her hair wet from a shower and proper clothes on, she entered the suite she resided in. A wide grin was on her face as she saw Red sitting down on one of the leather couches nursing his injuries. Froakie and Pikachu looked equally guilty. "That was quite the entrance, Red."

"Don't remind me," he grimaced.

"I thought it was funny."

"Of course you did," Red rolled his eyes, moving a bit to allow her to sit next to him. "I'll give you props. It was very convincing. I genuinely thought you were being harassed. You're a great actress."

She smiled, "Thank you. It was because of the support of everyone that I was able to push for this dream."

"You've certainly got the talent," Red winced as he gingerly touched his head. "Your manager packs a mean punch for someone so small."

"Kathi means well," Diantha giggled, "She only wants what's best for me."

"I can respect that," he conceded. He patted Pikachu's head as Froakie relaxed beside him. He frowned, "How're the ones I injured?"

"They'll make a full recovery," Diantha touched his shoulder reassuringly. It spoke a lot of his character to be so worried about those he'd hurt. "Unfortunately, they won't be able to work with us for some time."

Red sighed, content to languidly rest. Diantha took the time to recall the boy's actions during his impromptu rescue. The trainer was quick on his feet, adaptable, and professional in the way he'd handled those 'grunts.' Now that she thought about it, those moves were really impressive. His commands were filled with authority and every motion was acted with purpose and precision.

"You know," Diantha spoke up, watching him look at her curiously. "It was quite brave of you to put yourselves in harm's way to save me, even if all of it was fake."

"I couldn't not do anything," Red spoke, "Better to make a fool out of myself than to stand back if someone needs help."

Diantha was astonished at the honesty in his voice. Normally, she wouldn't believe a man when they proclaimed such things. She'd seen so many people try to impress her this way. She got used to all of the flattering words and scathing insults. Words were just that, words. Anyone could say them, but not everyone could act on them. Red was a unique case. She could believe him. He did what he said he would do, no matter how foolish it might have looked to the outside.

How surprising.

Chivalry isn't dead, after all.

"Well, even if what you did wasn't exactly what you thought it would be," Diantha smiled gratefully, "I appreciate the thought."

Red returned it with a rueful smile of his own, "Nice to be appreciated at least."

"Even if it was surprising that you somehow didn't spot the cameras and lights."

"I was too preoccupied trying to save you to notice."

Diantha laughed, oddly pleased. They settled in comfortable silence, occasionally breaking it with some small talk as they waited for the director and her manager to return.

XXX

"Hm, yes." The director, a simple man of black hair and brown eyes with a suit, inspected Red with the gaze of an artist. The sixteen-year-old stood awkwardly in the suite. His Pokemon were on the side, watching it all with puzzlement. "Yes, this will do. He's perfect!"

Diantha raised an eyebrow while Kathi Lee looked at the man with something akin to disbelief. "Sir, I am not exactly sure what you're implying."

"Can't you see, Ms. Lee!" He waved at the utterly confused Red, "I have found a solution to the little predicament that has been plaguing us for so long. This is fabulous! It's like Arceus himself came down and blessed me with this gift!"

"And what is that, sir?"

"We are missing a male lead!"

Kathi Lee sputtered, "Didn't this movie have no male lead in the first place?"

"Because I couldn't find one that would fit," the director waved it off, "However, look at him!"

Diantha stared at the trainer. Coal-black hair, lightly tanned skin, amber eyes, and a runner's physique. He looked like any older trainer. Kathi seemed to have the same opinion on the matter as she shook her head. "I don't see it."

"He screams protagonist to me!" The director was adamant about this, waving his hands while picking up the Pikachu nearby and plopping it on the teen's shoulders. "He has a cute Pokemon partner that is outside of his pokeball, he was willing to jump into harm's way to save a person in need, and he has a never-give-up attitude that the people just love! He's a perfect protagonist for the movie!"

"Wait," Red blinked before pointing at himself. "Me?"

"Why yes, young man! Isn't this most fortunate? You're perfect for the role in our movie, Princess and the Froakie! You even have one right here!" The director motioned at the befuddled frog.

Kathi was about to protest before Diantha chipped in, "I don't mind." At her manager and Red's stunned expression, she continued, "If the director believes this is what's best for the movie then it is the job of the actors to help make his dream a reality, am I correct?"

The director gave a positive thumbs-up though Kathi remained doubtful, "He looks like he has no experience whatsoever."

"Diantha and I will take care of it," the director smiled reassuringly, "Besides, with the way he acted when he saved our star actress, I have no doubt in my eyes that he'll do just fine."

"I'll be too busy collecting eight gym badges," Red pointed out.

"Diantha is capable of juggling both! Do not worry, young man. We're traveling all over Kalos so you'll have plenty of time to train and get your badges."

"I'm not exactly sure about this," Red argued, clearly not as enthused at her director's ardent encouragement.

"It's only three months, young man." Her director wasn't taking no for an answer. He could be determined when he wanted to be. "You can be on your way once we're done. We'll handle the rest and you'll have plenty of time to explore Kalos as you see fit."

"It's not that bad, Red," Diantha chirped, "Traveling with a group is better than alone, no?"

"This is one of the weirdest ways I've ever been coerced into having traveling companions."

She couldn't really argue with that. One moment, he was a trainer traveling around Kalos, the next he was being convinced on a three-month contract for a movie. Talk about a sudden shift in careers! Diantha inwardly laughed. She couldn't really talk though. She was doing both too. Still, "It's never bad to try new things."

"I guess so," Red sighed. He gave it some thought. "It's just three months, right?"

The director nodded, "You have my word!"

"I understand," Red conceded, expression serious. She was surprised at his professionalism. "As long as I get to travel Kalos, it's something to do."

"Wonderful!"

Diantha softly giggled as she watched Red cope with the situation handed to him. He gave her a feigned glare in which she winked back playfully. He rolled his eyes and turned to continue speaking with her director. Pikachu and Froakie looked at each other and simply sighed at their predicament. It was interesting to see such Pokemon have quite the chemistry. Wasn't the frog caught recently? How odd!

Still...

She could tell that the next few months were going to be interesting!

XXX

Malva was someone that liked to jump into trends. She had a firm belief that knowing everything and everyone was important to reaching the top. After all, it wasn't about what you know, it was about who you know that really mattered. Information was just half the battle!

That was what made her study to be a news reporter and grow to be a fierce battler. Anyone she battled that was important enough to be notable, she was always one step ahead. She studied the most powerful trainers of her age. She analyzed them, created strategies in her mind, and forged counters for them if she ever met them in combat. Even opponents outside of Kalos were not out of her sight.

The directionally challenged Leon and his iconic Charizard were like a blazing spirit. He was a fire that was uncontrollable and bright, creating a beacon within Galar that made him the star of the show. In Pokemon TV, whenever he was on, he was given all of the attention. He was marketed heavily and it was easy to know why. He drew people to him like a light to a Venomoth.

Lance was Kanto and Johto's star. Fierce in power, mighty in presence. She could see his appeal. The great billowing cape he wore gave him an awe-inspiring aura. When he stepped into the ring, the arena roared as fiercely as his dragons. While Leon was a beacon that drew in the people, Lance was like a flag, drawing his region to arms. They supported him with all of their hearts.

Steven and Wallace were a duality that shocked all who saw them. Within Pokemon TV, many would always compare the two to one another. While Steven was the heavy-handed gauntlet, Wallace was the soft, smooth glove. Such an appeal made all the girls wild and there were many days she would hear of the women's fantasies that were linked to them. Their appeal was astronomical in Hoenn.

Unova's hearty and fatherly Alder also filled in a niche that was rarely appreciated. When he came walking, people of all ages straightened. Supportive and beloved by many, he guided the future generation like a fierce caretaker. Unova's finest trainers all looked up to him and for good reason. He radiated wisdom in spades!

However, while those regions had such icons, Sinnoh had an interesting dynamic duo of their own, one that was beloved fiercely in their home region. The pride and joys of Sinnoh made them hold constant attention in the world.

While the rest held their regions firmly, these two wayward travelers sought to fight the world and Sinnoh loved them for it.

She saw the appeal. Which one was better? If Lance and Wallace fought, who would become the victor? If Leon and Steven battled, who would come out on top? These rising stars were too busy with their own journeys to test themselves in other lands.

But not these two. They sought them out. Cynthia and Red were Sinnoh's traveling royalty. The Princess of Sinnoh battled and crushed all that challenged her. No one was safe when she set her eyes on them. Ferocious and tactical, her skill had been tested countless times and always came out the victor of the exchange. Sinnoh treasured those traits and that was why whenever she appeared, views on Pokemon TV would skyrocket. Her popularity soared as she grew.

Then there was the Prince of Celestic, the infamous Red Satoshi. His appeal was more subtle. Mysterious and unorthodox, when Red stepped in front of the camera, no one ever knew what he would bring to the table. It was hard to describe, even for Malva yet she found a comparison that would fit.

If Cynthia was the sun, then Red was the moon.

He was bright, but his presence was more subdued. His strength was murky, hidden within anonymity yet he also commanded a sense of fear, just like the night she linked him to. He captured new Pokemon, used new tactics, and every time Malva thought she got his number, he would switch things around in the next region.

She kind of liked it. He was never dull. He had a signature Pokemon, Pikachu, but his team changed just like the phases of the moon. It was attractive in a chaotic sense. His appeal in Pokemon TV was unique and his fame had attracted not just those in Sinnoh, but in other lands as well. He was an example to the world, and it made others follow him.

Lance, Bruno, Clair, Flint, Volkner, and many others wanting to journey through other regions could be attributed to him.

Needless to say, Malva's analysis of the world's notable trainers made her quite good in combat.

So imagine her surprise when she stepped into Cyllage City to obtain the Cliff Badge that she would bump into a boy her age that looked exactly like Red Satoshi.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Red nodded to her.

"No, it's my fault," Malva responded slowly, her glasses tilting slightly as she stared at the trainer in front of her. "I was lost in thought."

Red blinked and gave a reassuring smile. "Nonetheless, I should have been aware of my surroundings."

She nodded subtly but focused her eyes on him and his Pokemon. That was the same Pikachu that caused so much debate within the battling networks and forums. She would always laugh at all the theories the commentators came up with about this small rodent. She cleared her throat and offered her hand. "I am Malva Pachira."

"Red Satoshi."

Good, she wasn't imagining it.

"As in the Prince of Celestic," Malva mused out loud, a grin blossoming on her face.

"I thought I was safe from that in Kalos," Red sighed.

"I'm sure the knowledge is not as common," Malva reassured him. "Your home region is far enough that your influence hasn't grown here yet."

"Yet," Red mimicked with something akin to dread. "That would explain Unova though."

"I'm studying to be a news reporter," she continued, "so naturally, I am inclined to know these things."

"That explains it," Red grinned. "I hope you don't tell people about it though. I would prefer it if not many people know."

"Not after the fame?"

"More like what comes with it." Red crossed his arms in exasperation. "I like my journeys without the constant attention."

"I can see that," Malva nodded to herself. From what she saw of the boy, he was a man of simple tastes. He was different from her in that sense. He was more akin to the likes of Alder, a traveler that seeks out challenges, than those like Diantha and Wallace, artists that inspire the world. "I promise I won't tell a soul then."

"Thank you."

Malva gave out a devious expression and the trainer tensed. "On one condition."

"Of course," Red rolled his eyes.

"You promise me an interview later."

"That's an odd thing to ask for." Red quirked a brow. Is that so? The boy must either be living under a rock or was quite talented in avoiding attention. Possibly the latter. She heard he had quite an arsenal of skills.

"Not for me," Malva smiled slyly, "No one has really gotten a peep out of you, y'know? So many reporters tried to dig some information about your background and other than some simple stuff like your hometown, they came up with nothing. People love the mystery. I can't miss the opportunity to be the first to interview you."

"I'm a completely normal person," Red smiled. "Not sure why anyone would like to get to know me."

Oh trust me, Red, there are a lot of people that would love to get to know you.

Malva had to laugh at his obliviousness when it came to his fame. He was becoming a growing icon due to the fast growth in his power and record. Prince of Celestic was just but one of many titles he'd earned. "Just humor me then, Red."

"I don't mind," Red answered after some thought. "Just know that I have the right to ignore any questions that I am uncomfortable with."

"That's even better," Malva teased, "That will only enhance your image."

"I'm not trying to make any image, Malva."

"Mind if I quote that?"

Red released a breath in amusement and offered his hand once more. She widened her eyes. "You've been honest with me so far."

Malva took his hands and almost jumped in cheer. This may be her first big break! "Thank you so much for this, Red."

"I'll be in your care the-"

"Malva?" A new voice piped up and she turned to see Diantha walking toward them with surprise.

"Diantha?" She tilted her glasses as she looked at her old rival. They met each other occasionally during their journeys around Kalos though it had gotten rarer these days as they began pursuing other careers. "What're you doing here?"

"Challenging a gym and working on my next movie," Diantha answered easily enough before turning to the Sinnoh native. "Red, the director is asking for you."

He nodded and Malva had to grab his shoulders to force him to stop as she swiftly asked, "Why does your director need Red?"

"He's the male lead."

What?

Something sparked in Malva's eyes and Red had to shiver when she looked at him. "You're going to tell me everything."

Red decided that today was not one of his best days.

XXX

A few weeks passed and Diantha was able to learn more about her newest coworker.

The first was that he wasn't the best actor. She didn't fault him for it. In fact, she found it endearing that he even tried at all. He wasn't the absolute worst that she ever worked with, but the boy was clearly not as experienced. He would have trouble in touching moments. He wasn't good at displaying several emotions without some prodding, but when it came to action, he was probably one of the best.

The way he would swiftly dispatch groups or the way he would bring himself to protect her, even if the entire thing was staged was quite spectacular to watch. He felt experienced in this. He felt like a hero, a guardian, and even though she knew that it was simply the script, when he protected her and looked at her with those eyes that promised that no harm would ever touch her, she wouldn't deny feeling warm.

The second thing she learned was that the boy was actually quite good at training his Pokemon. He displayed an amazing grasp of tactics and strategy when he battled the Santalune and Cyllage gyms. His Fletchling, Froakie, Pikachu, and Hawlucha were all impressive in their own rights. She had to applaud his skills. Raising freshly caught Pokemon was always a challenge yet he made it look easy.

If he was trying to prove to her his capabilities as a trainer, he was doing an excellent job.

The last thing she learned was that the boy had a bottomless stomach.

They met her rival, Siebold, during their trip to Shalour City, no doubt to get the Rumble Badge, same as them. He was a trainer that aspired to be the finest chef in the world. A very odd career for a trainer, but she wouldn't decry it when she wanted to be an actress. Greeting the two of them politely, he offered to cook lunch for them as they discussed ways to face the next gym. Gurkinn was probably one of the most difficult gym leaders to face with his Mega Lucario.

The blonde boy gave her a disbelieving stare when Red and his Pokemon were chowing down on Siebold's meal. She knew his food was delicious, but this was ridiculous. They sat in the dining room inside one of the suites rented out for her use by Kathi.

When Red cleaned his plate down to the last drop, he cleared his throat and gave a grateful nod to her culinary rival. "Thank you for the meal." His Pokemon all sent their thanks as well.

"You're welcome," Siebold spoke slowly. Diantha knew that the water-type specialist was curious about her rival. She wouldn't stop him from prodding. She might learn something new from her latest coworker. "So I heard from Diantha that you're Red."

"Yes."

"I've never heard of a boy named after a color."

"You get used to it."

Siebold nodded. "Would you like seconds?"

Red coughed and scratched his head in embarrassment. Diantha thought it looked adorable. "I wouldn't mean to trouble you."

"I always enjoy watching people eat my cooking," Siebold smirked, "Though I will admit this was the first time I had to witness it all gone in such a fashion. At least you finish your plate."

"Thank you."

"Tell me more about yourself," Siebold spoke as he prepared another helping. "I heard you're not from here."

"That's right," Red took a slower approach to his next meal. Diantha watched it with amusement as she ate her own lunch. "I wanted to try out the league here in Kalos."

"I hope to face you there then," Siebold nodded as he finally dug into his own food. "The Kalos League can be quite difficult. Mega Evolution has been a part of our culture for generations and for those not used to it, it can be quite a troublesome obstacle."

Red smiled, "That is true. I heard that the gym leader, Gurkinn, has a Mega Lucario."

"He's one of the common roadblocks for trainers," Diantha chipped in. "He is the Mega Evolution Guru for a reason."

Red nodded in thought, "I've had experience battling Lucarios in the past. I'm sure I'll be able to find a solution."

Siebold raised an eyebrow at that but continued, "Oh? Do tell."

"One of my rivals from home has a Lucario," Red explained, "She has quite a powerful one. Trained it since it was a Riolu."

Diantha hummed, "She certainly sounds like a promising trainer."

"She would have loved to meet you," Red answered, "Cynthia's one of the strongest trainers I know. She won the Sinnoh League last year and almost reached the champion."

"That is impressive," Siebold had to pause from eating at those words. "Where is she right now?"

"Challenging the Sinnoh Battle Frontier."

"I've heard of that," Diantha murmured, "To challenge that is a monumental feat."

"She'll pass it with shining colors."

That was the fourth thing Diantha learned from her latest coworker. Judging from his expression, he truly believed in this Cynthia and that the two were very close. She briefly wondered if she was his girlfriend. She wouldn't be surprised. With the way he boasted about her, it certainly seemed like it.

Red cleared his throat. "Is it rude to ask for thirds?"

Siebold sighed but grabbed Red's plate. Diantha had to laugh. Despite the reluctance on the chef's face, she knew that Siebold secretly enjoyed it when people loved his food. She was sure that the boy was flattered by Red's compliments to the chef.

"This is the last one, am I clear?"

"Sure," Red grinned.

XXX

A few more weeks passed and slowly but surely, the movie was being put together. The director was exuberant throughout the entire thing, constantly praising her and Red's work. She would freely admit that this was perhaps one of the most fun she'd ever had on set. With Red's colorful cast of Pokemon and her own team entertaining and causing trouble throughout the entire process, these three months genuinely felt short.

"Alright," the director proclaimed, "We're almost done, everyone. We have several scenes left to shoot. Red, Diantha, come over here. This scene is particularly important." Red raised an eyebrow but followed Diantha along. "After enduring so many obstacles, the two protagonists watch the sunset over Coumarine City. It's a beautiful shot, the way the sun reflects over the water is cinematic!"

Diantha nodded, already knowing what was about to happen. Red's eyes narrowed as he started realizing it as well.

The director continued, "The mood is set, the atmosphere calm, the world stood still as the two of you bask in the golden light. The only thing you notice is each other..."

"Oh boy." Red wasn't as enthused as the director.

"...and after everything you've done, the maiden walks up and gives the boy hero a kiss!"

Diantha knew in her mind that this was bound to happen during her career as an actress. She was ready for it, mentally, though she would admit to being somewhat nervous. It was her first time, after all. Red though seemed to hold the proper mindset. He considered this as nothing more than a job, which it was. She applauded him for that. While the emotions they displayed needed to look real, they didn't have to be real.

When the director left to handle some other business, she turned to him. "Nervous?"

"Not nearly as much as I was expecting, honestly," Red admitted, his eyes distant before grinning. "I've had my first kiss in Kalos."

She widened her eyes at that. "Really?"

"It was a long time ago."

"Was it that Cynthia girl?" Diantha prodded.

"No," Red shook his head, confused, "Why'd you think that?"

"Well, with how much you boast about her, it was the first one that came up on my mind," Diantha teased. That explained some things though she wondered just when did he exactly visit Kalos. The boy implied visiting multiple regions.

"Nothing like that," Red laughed, "She was an old friend. We were six years old when we first met. She was lost and scared and I helped her as anyone else would. Even after years apart, she remembered me. I didn't. I was an idiot to ever forget about her." The Pikachu on his shoulder nudged his trainer with something akin to affection. He smiled gratefully at the mouse. "She was the best."

Diantha was secretly amazed at how much care and affection shone through his voice yet there was an undertone of sorrow and acceptance. She noticed his words. He spoke of her in past tense. Did she...

"You must miss her."

"I do, dearly," Red nodded, "but she would've hated herself if I didn't move on." He huffed his breath and patted Pikachu. The electric-type allowed his trainer to do so. She was touched at the display of support the mouse gave him. Their bond truly was one of a kind. He cleared his throat. "Sorry for ruining the mood."

"Don't be," Diantha shook her head, giving a reassuring smile. "I've rarely seen you display so much raw emotion before. It's nice."

He smiled ruefully, "Kalos really made me soft. It won't happen ever again, I promise."

Diantha sighed at those words. Sometimes it was okay to be soft. The boy built such a tough wall around himself that whenever she noticed small cracks in his demeanor, it was fascinating to see what lay inside. Truly, he was the oddest of all her rivals.

If she had to give up her first kiss to someone, there were worse people, she supposed.

They stayed like this, simply basking in Coumarine City's natural atmosphere.

Their small three-month journey was coming to an end and Diantha wouldn't lie when she said she would miss his company.

XXX

He had changed.

He called himself Red instead of Ash. He was Satoshi instead of Ketchum.

It had taken a while for Frogadier to get used to it. Red had grown so much. His outlook was different, tempered into something bright and limitless. What had happened to his trainer? He didn't know. He might never know. His trainer had matured, yet he knew that under all of that, he was still the same boy that caught and bonded with him so long ago.

He was still honorable. He still cared for his Pokemon. He still desired to fight and reach the top. The brilliant diamond that was Ash Ketchum had been refined, forged from the fires of experience, and shaped him into something different. His only regret was not knowing what had happened for him to become it.

When he asked Pikachu what had transpired in his absence, the mouse would go silent. They would not speak of what occurred. It pained him to see his closest friends, his kin, so quiet.

"Frogadier," Ash, no, Red spoke behind him. "You should join the others. The food will get cold."

The water-type sat within the same place in Lumiose City where he met Red long ago; their first meeting when they faced off against Team Rocket. He saw Red's potential. He admired his spirit. That courage and sense of morality spoke to him on a spiritual level.

That was when he knew this was his trainer.

He was the one in which his instincts beckoned him to be by his side. He'd never regret it. He would follow him to the ends of the world. Red, no, Ash said it best, didn't he? They were connected, linked in a way that goes beyond what was possible.

The bond they share would guarantee that they would never truly be apart. Perhaps that was how he came to be? He didn't know and maybe he never would. It had become a mystery. Maybe it was best to let secrets stay kept.

"It's hard to adjust, huh?"

Frogadier looked at his trainer who was watching the setting sun alongside the water-type. The frog gave a small nod. Pikachu and his trainer handled it far better than him. That was one thing he admired about his two greatest companions.

"I could never have imagined what that would've felt like," Red spoke. "Pikachu was my greatest support. Without him, I don't know what I'd have done."

The water-type kept silent as he listened to his trainer. He could hear the boy move closer and sit next to him. The bond between trainer and Pokemon was a curious thing filled with many mysteries. They gained a mutual understanding of one another in the past. They still shared a semblance of it in the present. His mysterious trainer could hide many things, but he could never hide his essence.

Even with a new name and new identity, Frogadier could never mistake him for anyone except Ash Ketchum.

"You should eat more," Red commented, patting the frog on the back, "Let's go, Frogadier. I'm sure that our new team would like to get to know you better."

The water-type couldn't answer his trainer. It was too much. Every time he stared at his newest allies, he couldn't help but think of his old ones. It ached his heart to be there. They were too different, in both personality and skill. They didn't experience the same hardships he had. It felt like betraying his old team if he stood with this new one.

Where was the young yet joyful Noivern? Where was his flaunting yet compassionate Hawlucha? Where was his friend, the brave and defiant Talonflame and the well-intentioned Goodra? Some might not even exist yet. It ate away at him.

"I know that look."

He jerked when Red nudged him. When he swerved his head to stare at the boy, he was surprised by the gaze. It was the same expression he had before he found his worthwhile trainer. It was one of a man that had been through much, forging a path that he hoped was the correct one. Frogadier felt shame in his heart. Here he was lamenting over the past yet his trainer endured even more. He couldn't imagine what the boy must have been through.

They should be sharing this pain, but they had to face it on their own.

It sickened him.

"They wouldn't forgive you, y'know," Red murmured. Frogadier gave him a curious look. "They'd want you to be happy."

They would, wouldn't they? Noivern would cry if it saw him like this. Hawlucha would be disappointed. Goodra and Talonflame would have tried to cheer him up. Serena, Clemont, and Bonnie would have been up to their usual shenanigans. She'd have baked him some Poke Puffs. Clemont would have invented a machine to help him. Bonnie would have tried her darn best.

He didn't want them to feel bad. That would make him a terrible friend.

And out of everything that made up Frogadier, one of the traits he shared with his trainer was his warmth and care for the people that they loved.

Frogadier slowly turned around and hopped back to join his new team. Red chuckled before standing up to follow. When the reckless Fletchinder, excitable Goomy, aloof Noibat, and fantastical Hawlucha cheered at his entrance, the frog returned it with a smile. Pikachu patted his back before jumping onto Red's shoulders. His trainer relaxed as he gazed at their antics.

This new team was different from his older one, but Ash always told him that he could never have too many friends. He supposed this was the case. He wasn't replacing them. He was making new allies, creating new memories, and starting new lasting bonds. Old and new, both could coexist. Frogadier smiled. Even now, his worthwhile trainer was still teaching him new things.

You're still the same Ash I knew deep down.

Frogadier could comfort himself with that thought.

XXX

Standing inside Vaniville Town was a different experience for Frogadier compared to all other times he wandered here. Red wanted to head to the town at least once. He understood his trainer's desire to do so. It was her hometown.

His Pokemon were outside, enjoying the fresh air as they followed him. Fletchinder was content to take to the skies while Noibat preferred to perch itself atop Red's other shoulder. Hawlucha and Goomy followed close behind. The two were in some deep conversation of their own. Frogadier walked alongside Red, appreciating the company of Pikachu.

It looked to be an ordinary, if not special, day. Red wanted to dedicate it to Serena, visiting it in her honor even if most of their team was ignorant of his purpose. Frogadier was fine with that. He'd have done the same. The girl was a close companion to Red and had helped Frogadier out numerous times in their journey.

They were content to simply wander around the town, basking in the atmosphere and enjoying the fresh air. He was sure Red had the same idea. Arceus knew the boy needed some time to relax. Pikachu once mentioned that he hadn't stopped trying to become champion for seven years. The boy had determination in spades. With those factors in mind, the water-type was hoping for a peaceful day.

Of course, fate truly was a fickle thing.

"You have some amazing Pokemon, mister!"

Frogadier paused at the small yet so familiar girl that watched them from the front yard of her home. Red, for all his indifference, couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath at the voice. He couldn't blame his trainer. After everything they'd been through, it must have felt like seeing a ghost.

Serena's young, innocent wide eyes stared at them.

"Thank you," the boy's voice was tight yet quiet.

"You look familiar." Her words made Red still, his eyes gazing at her with an intensity that burned bright. Frogadier and Pikachu did too. No, it couldn't be. Surely, it was impossible, but Frogadier was in the same boat. Maybe there was a chance? Serena gasped and the frog couldn't help but lean to hear it clearly. "You were on Pokemon TV!"

That spark of hope was crushed the moment it was made.

Red laughed ruefully. The frog could feel the slight pain in the trainer's voice. He hid it well. Others would never have noticed it, but Frogadier was one of his closest Pokemon. "Is that right?"

"You're Red!" Serena's eyes widened.

"Sure am," he grinned, nudging Pikachu and Frogadier towards her. He understood his trainer's actions and hopped his way to her side. The girl squealed as she petted the two. Pikachu let out an adorable 'Pika-pi' when Serena hugged the electric-type tightly. Normally, that would have caused the mouse to release a bolt of electricity. It wouldn't though, not to her. Never her.

"Ash would be so jealous," Serena smiled, "He's my friend in Kanto. He watches all of your matches."

Red chuckled. "It's nice to know I have fans."

"He's going to buy the exact same hat you have!" Serena pointed at his trainer's cap. "He said he's been saving tons to get one."

"I'm sure he'll look great in it."

"I think so too," Serena nodded before thinking for a moment. After some thought, she spoke up, "Excuse me, Mr. Red."

"Yes?"

"How did you get so strong?"

"That's a curious question," Red raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Are you trying to become a Pokemon Master?"

"M-Maybe?" Serena hesitated, looking down with her hands clasped. She continued, "When I go on my Pokemon Journey, I want to explore the world and meet a lot of new friends. Trainers like Cynthia, Wallace, and Diantha are all so amazing. It feels like they're so far above us. I don't think I'll be as strong as them."

"Strength is different for everyone," he spoke softly, "but if you want my advice, as long as you keep your friends close, you'll figure it out along the way."

"My friends?" Serena repeated thoughtfully.

His trainer nodded. "That Ash fellow? He sounds like the sort of person to charge ahead recklessly to do what's right." Red smiled when Serena didn't refute his statement. "Stick with him. He can be a bit dense but he'll treasure all of his friends and will do his best to help you with your dreams."

Serena looked at him with awe. "Wow, mister. That sounds exactly like Ash, alright!"

Red chuckled, "That's good to hear. He reminds me of someone I knew long ago."

Serena looked at the trainer with fascination. "Was he strong too?"

"Oh he was the strongest," Red answered with a soft smile, "He was reckless, a bit forgetful, and didn't have the best start, but he had spirit. He traveled through many regions, met so many people, and caught a lot of Pokemon. He didn't win every league he went to, but he always tried his best."

"He sounds amazing."

"He was," Red nodded.

The two continued talking. When Grace called for her daughter, Serena let go of the mouse. Pikachu reluctantly jumped back to his trainer's shoulders. Frogadier would admit to also feeling a tad wistful. When the girl gave them one final wave, they returned it, staying there until the girl was gone.

Frogadier looked at his trainer worryingly when the boy began walking out of the town in silence. It must have been hard for his trainer to watch her. It was hard for him too. They continued their journey, heading off to their next destination. When their feet stepped on the worn-out dirt of Route 1, Frogadier couldn't help but stare at the fading image of Vaniville Town. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

It's just the three of them.

XXX

No.

She thought she would never see her again.

"Welcome to the Battle Castle!" Caitlin proclaimed haughtily.

"I thought you were in Johto!" Cynthia all but screamed, hoping to Arceus that she was dreaming. She pinched herself. Nope. This was all real. All of this was a horrible reality. She just wanted to try her own region's Battle Frontier. Why was this girl here!?

"Moving arrangements were made," the Battle Frontier responded easily, "I heard a position was open in Sinnoh. I accepted."

"You know this girl, Cynthia?" Flint crossed his arms as he looked at both ladies inquisitively. Volkner was much the same, displaying equal bafflement. The two heard of her challenge against the frontier and likewise wanted to participate this year. She didn't mind. They were skilled enough to challenge it and having some companions on her journey didn't seem too bad.

"Yes, she was the Frontier Brain of the Battle Castle in Johto," Cynthia sighed, "I didn't expect her to move here though."

"It was the region that my prince began his journey. Of course, I wanted to see where it all began."

There it is. She sent a glare her way. The girl her age was clearly delusional! This minx, this vixen still wanted to claw her way to Red's side? Ha! Like that would ever happen. She had already beaten two of the battle facilities in Sinnoh. She'd fight her and run for the hills. "Let's get this over with."

"Very well," Caitlin nodded, "Darach! Test our newest challengers!"

"Yes, my lady!"

"I'll go first," Flint smirked, grabbing one of his pokeballs. "You're looking at the future champion of Sinnoh! Here I come!"

Maybe grandma's advice of taking a vacation after this was a wise one. Didn't Red mention that he was heading to Alola after Kalos? It would be nice to see him again after all these years. Maybe she could make it a surprise? She still remembered the way he appeared in Hoenn and couldn't help but think about doing the same for him. Then they could relax and take a break. They deserved it, right?

The two of them, together, on a tropical island, enjoying the hot summer air as they traveled through Alola. Her cheeks began to go red at the possibilities. She shook her head rapidly. Volkner raised an eyebrow at her sudden action.

Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! I-It would just be two rivals hanging out, nothing more!

"Uh," Volkner piped up. The Pikachu on his shoulders also gave her a confused stare. "You alright there, Cynthia?"

"Completely fine, Volkner."

XXX

Drasna was a lady from old roots.

She studied ancient myths and legends. She grew up with them. In particular, the tales of Dialga and Palkia would forever engrave themselves into her memories. It inspired her; made her who she was. She became a dragon master because of them and her strength helped her become part of Kalos' vaunted Elite Four. She was honored and proud of her accomplishments.

It never made her forget where her blood came from.

Her grandparents came from Celestic and that heritage struck deep within her soul. She always wondered to herself what Celestic Town, the place where the 'the past lives' was like ever since she was a kid. She visited it when she was old enough to leave Kalos and go on her own journey. She met some amazing people there, Professor Carolina being the most prevalent one. They forged a strong friendship that endured distance.

She got to hear from her constantly, learning about the comings and goings of Sinnoh.

She knew of the lady's granddaughter, the Princess of Sinnoh, the prodigious trainer that at such a young age could battle the Elite Four. It was amazing to see. The child was a prodigy that towered over prodigies. She would always watch her battles. They were fantastic and beautiful. She might even give her a run for her money.

There was also another trainer she was fond of as well.

The reigning Prince of Celestic was a trainer that had an aura that represented the town. If the past lives in Celestic Town, the boy truly exuded those qualities. Every time she watched him on screen, she could feel the timeless wisdom in his gaze. The boy's eyes were different. They were strong and firm.

She would freely admit that when she saw him for the first time, she had to stop and stare.

"Red Satoshi has defeated the required amount of opponents. The Battle Chateau would like to congratulate the trainer for his promotion to viscount." She watched the boy with an intense gaze as his baron's white cloak was replaced with blue. The boy had been relentless in his rise up the chateau. In such a short time since he became baron, the child had already reached viscount.

She put that in the back of her mind as she walked toward the boy that came from a town close to her heart.

Red walked back from the arena, his stature and presence truly as noble as the rank he presented. "A well-fought victory, Red."

He blinked before looking at Drasna curiously. "Thank you."

"Where are my manners," the dragon master smiled before doing a small curtsy. "I am Drasna of the Elite Four."

His eyes widened before giving a small yet polite bow. How interesting. It was enough to be courteous, but not enough to be subservient. The child certainly had spirit. "It's an honor."

She shook her head. "No need for that." She clasped her hands together. "I came here upon request of Carolina. She contacted me when she heard of your choice to head to Kalos."

"The professor did, huh?" Red hummed in amusement. "I wasn't expecting her of all people to talk about me. She's usually more focused on her granddaughter."

That was an understatement. The grandmother of Sinnoh's rising star had constantly talked about Cynthia whenever she could. There was no doubt in anybody's mind that the young woman's elderly guardian was proud of the trainer's accomplishments. Oddly enough, however, the old woman had spoken often of Red though not as frequently. It was curious.

"Cynthia is still her pride and joy, " Drasna agreed, "but she has also boasted about you as well. I am sure no one in Celestic Town would forget about your achievements. You both are constantly compared. Why both of your Garchomps are often considered the pinnacle of their species!"

Drasna had a Garchomp of her own. It was a powerful fighter, more than worthy to be called an Elite Four's Pokemon. She knew that the two would soon be able to rival if not surpass it. It was a humbling thought.

"I suppose so," he conceded, "Well, what can I do for you, Ms. Drasna? I assume that there is more to this conversation than simple pleasantries."

She relaxed her shoulders as her smile widened. Such an observant child. "Tell me, Red. Do you have your Garchomp with you?"

The boy quirked a brow. His interest was peaked.

XXX

Garchomp was still as the older lady equipped an odd contraption around his neck. It was made of large and thick bone, the pale collar made of the same material that the female human before him wore herself. It was shaped like intertwining fangs with an odd marble sphere at the center.

He looked at his trainer who was looking at a simple necklace that had a smaller stone on it lodged within a fang-shaped locket. Red had a surprised expression on his face as he stared at the lady with something akin to confusion. Garchomp turned to see the latest brood. The nearby Frogadier, Hawlucha, Noibat, and Sliggoo stared at him in awe. So these were his new brothers-in-arms.

He nodded to them. The Noibat and Sliggoo were too stupefied to respond, but the Frogadier and Hawlucha waved cheerily in kind.

What an odd bunch.

"Drasna," his trainer spoke, "this is a Key Stone."

"It is." Drasna nodded.

"But why?"

"Carolina has asked me to give her granddaughter her own Garchompite," she laughed, "It would be quite unfair if her rival didn't receive his own, no?"

He stared at the stone before looking at Garchomp. He straightened at his trainer's gaze. The boy's necklace and his collar seemed to resonate with one another. He could feel their bond. It was a strong one, intense and bright. Whatever it was attached to both of them, it was radiating some sort of power between the two.

It was an odd sensation, but it wasn't unpleasant. His trainer wanted to be champion, that much was clear.

Then Garchomp will make him champion. If this stone would help him do that, he had no objections.

"You didn't have to do this."

"I watched your battle against Alder," Dresna smiled softly. "You and your dragon's resolves are closely tied with one another. The bond between you and Garchomp was strong enough to endure the flames of a champion. I want to see it rise even higher." She laughed, "I wonder how far this will take you."

To the skies and beyond, Garchomp had no doubt.

Red looked at him and he stared back. They nodded to each other.

An understanding was formed.

They would reach the top.

Together.

XXX

Months passed and the next time Diantha met Red, it was at Snowbelle City. She was wearing a thick white coat to survive the unforgiving cold. She needed her final gym badge and for a brief moment, she could relax as her manager had no more work for her to do. The months were closing in and the Lumiose Conference was about to begin. Wulfric had always been a tough opponent to face along with his Mega Abomasnow. She needed to do some training before she could confront him.

That was when she encountered a familiar face.

She held her purse when a great gust of wind swept through her. She stared at the soaring Noivern, the beast slamming down into the ground to do battle with a flaunting Hawlucha. It looked like a spectacle as both flying-types fought for aerial domination.

Besides them, Talonflame did battle with Sliggoo while Pikachu sparred with Greninja. It was a chaotic duel as each fight was unique and spectacular.

"Diantha?"

She noticed the trainer walking towards her, a dark blue winter coat on. "Red," she smiled, "It's nice to see you."

"It's nice to see you as well." Red grinned. Their breaths were forming small clouds of condensed air from the cold. "Here to challenge the Snowbelle Gym?"

"I am," Diantha nodded. "I assume you are too."

"We are."

"Looks like it. Everyone's working hard," Diantha mused out loud, watching the bouts. There was definitely a lot of skill displayed in the snowy fields. Her eyes couldn't help but wander at Greninja and Pikachu, the two clashing with such precise and forceful strikes that snow exploded outwards at every hit. She took a mental note to be careful of them. For a Pokemon that was but a mere Froakie at the start of the year to an astonishingly skilled Greninja by the near-end was impressive.

"Wulfric's a tough opponent."

She nodded. "That he is."

Snow exploded as Greninja released a bombardment of Water Shurikens. Pikachu deflected each one with ease with an empowered Iron Tail. She admired the sight. Each of these Pokemon were tirelessly improving themselves.

She had her own Hawlucha and she could tell that Red's held a determined spirit within him. He presented himself with grace and power, combining them to create a unique fighting style. If the others fought for the sake of fighting, Hawlucha fought for sport and glory. It was the idea of fighting on a greater stage that would always send these mighty warriors into a frenzy.

His Noivern was mature and calculative. When she watched it fly and strike, each one was thought out and precise. Its attacks were deliberate and slow, but whenever it did land a blow, it was grievous. Unlike several other dragons, this Noivern's strength was swift and decisive. The Sliggoo was much more spirited. It had the heart of a fighter and like many other dragons before it, never backed down from a challenge.

His Talonflame was reckless beyond belief, but with Red's training, tempered that reckless abandon to best optimize every attack. He didn't deny his Pokemon its weakness but instead turned it into a strength. No other Pokemon would compare to its bravery and he wanted to use it. His Pikachu's cute frame hid an immense power that belied his size. When she traveled with him, she knew just how powerful that mouse could be.

Then there was that Greninja. He was the oddest of the bunch. He was just as skilled as the Pikachu. With every strike, every blow, it knew how to battle the abnormally strong mouse. It was mesmerizing to see just how graceful they were in their spar.

It looked more like a dance between two people that completely knew each other. The more she saw the ninja's battles, the more she understood his terrifying strength. "You have an amazing team."

"You think so?" Red grinned.

"I know so." Diantha continued watching the show. "You might be able to do decently well in the league with this team."

He laughed, "Enough to win?"

"Let's not go that far."

"You wound me."

"It might be enough to be runner-up," Diantha teased. She wouldn't go down that easily. She had faith in her Pokemon and she trained daily ever since she was allowed to solely focus on the Kalos League. She wasn't going to be one-upped by any of her rivals. Red was definitely impressive, but she refused to go down without a fight.

The boy laughed at her words. "There's no use convincing you," Red remarked. His eyes were filled with mirth as he stared at her. She gazed back.

"My team hasn't let me down yet," Diantha smirked, "It won't let me down now."

"We'll see."

A competitive spirit started burning inside her at his words. It had been quite some time since she felt this. The sight of Red's Pokemon training must have fired her up. They certainly looked competent. She had been winning more and more as the years go by. The only people her age that could threaten her were Siebold and Malva and even then, she usually won.

She never battled Red throughout their journey through Kalos, but she could feel their power. Something sparked within her and she touched the necklace that held her Key Stone. Maybe she should put some extra time into her training. Diantha wondered who would come out the victor between them.

Only one way to find out.

XXX

"Hello Pokemon TV, this is Rob!"

"And this is John!"

"We're live at the Lumiose Conference! Tell me, John, what is going on down there?"

"We're in for a treat, Rob. This one is a must-watch as we got an excellent roster of challengers just waiting to face the champion of Kalos and their mighty Elite Four!"

"How interesting! Tell me, John, which trainers are the favorites to win this entire thing?"

"Well, Rob, we got Dian-"

Cynthia watched at her house in Celestic Town. All of her Pokemon were with her as they wanted to support her rival in his latest conference. She wouldn't deny them. Every time she contacted him throughout this year, she would always note his exhausted expression. He was working himself to the bone. This league was important to him and she wanted to be there when he fought it.

She was glad she completed the Sinnoh Battle Frontier early. It was getting easier to win her battles. No longer was she a rookie trainer from seven years ago. She won her league, conquered two battle frontiers, and almost reached Sinnoh's reigning champion. She was getting better and she knew that her rival must be just as strong.

He would win this, she knew he can!

"Let's go, Red! Come on!" Flint roared cheerfully, waving a giant flag that had 'Red is the color of champions!' written on it.

"My prince will be the victor, no doubt." Caitlin crossed her arms in confidence.

"Prince?" Volkner gave the Frontier Brain a strange look.

She sighed at the group that came with her to cheer on her first rival. With the Battle Frontier finished early, the trio decided to tag along to visit her hometown of Celestic. Flint and Volkner, she could understand. The two were her friends and fellow rivals and they knew how much she cared about Red. They had a stake in this too. Red was starting to become an icon in Sinnoh, even if the boy hadn't been back home for some years.

Sinnoh supported their own and Volkner and Flint were hoping for the Sinnoh native to win this conference.

Caitlin, however, was a different story. The girl wanted to visit the hometown of her 'prince charming' and when she heard of his challenge against the Kalos League, forced herself to watch with them. She tried to argue that she was a Frontier Brain and needed to stay in her castle, but that became a moot point when she dumped all her duties on her butler.

She would have kicked her out of the house if it wasn't for her sister and Carolina welcoming all of them into her home. She was stuck with these three for now, but she'd endure it for Red.

The things I do for you, you dummy.

"Rob, do my eyes deceive me?"

"The wandering prince of a faraway region has entered the arena! Let's give it up for Red Satoshi!" The three around Cynthia cheered loudly at his entrance. Flint waved his flag with even more gusto.

She clenched her fists as she watched Red finally walk in.

I believe in you, Red!

XXX

Battles raged from all corners of Lumiose City. Diantha crushed them all.

Her team swept through all who opposed her. Gardevoir's magnificence silenced those who came to face them. Like a duchess punishing her subordinates, the star's entrance was a harbinger of destruction. Tyrantrum, Auroros, Hawlucha, Gourgeist, and Goodra were her enforcers and with Gardevoir as their queen, they won their fights efficiently.

With every battle, she kept an eye on the remaining competition.

64 dropped to 32.

32 dropped to 16.

16 dropped to 8.

She noticed Red blast through all of his foes at the same ease she did. It was breathtaking how he executed his strategies and tactics as he brought forth everything he had and more. When Siebold clashed against the trainer, Red crushed him. When the trainer encountered talented stars like Voila and Grant, he ended them ruthlessly.

The boy was swift and brutal.

He was merciless.

If she was the queen with an army of knights that defended her reign, then he was the conqueror that came to test her might. His Hawlucha, Talonflame, Goodra, Greninja, and Noivern were the raiders and with Pikachu as their warlord, they charged through the enemy lines. Never faltering, never stopping, Red sought her defeat. They grasped victory with their bare hands every time.

8 dropped to 4.

It started becoming obvious to Diantha who her final opponent will be.

4 dropped to 2.

She would welcome it!

"To the left, we have Red Satoshi." The referee raised his arms towards the boy. The crowd cheered. "To the right, we have Diantha Carnet." The crowd roared. "Are the two trainers ready?" At their nods, "Then begin!"

"To the stage, Gourgeist!"

"Sceptile!"

When Red called upon a Pokemon she had never seen him use did it dawn on her what kind of battle was waiting for her.

Sceptile didn't waste any time. With its famous evolutionary speed, it reached her Gourgeist the moment it came out. Leaf Blade slammed into her grass-type like an unforgiving sword. Gourgeist took the hit and vanished into the shadows as Phantom Force kicked in.

The battle was that of a patient samurai against a phantom menace. Despite the burst of speed earlier, Sceptile simply waited for the ghost-type to reappear again.

Schink.

Schink.

Schink.

And like an avenging exorcist, wherever the Gourgeist appeared, it was struck down mercilessly with a blinding use of Leaf Blade. The Sceptile was in no rush, content to whittle down her Pokemon to victory. With a surprising spatial awareness akin to that of a sage of the forest, it forced her Gourgeist into the physical realm with Bullet Seeds and Dragon Pulse.

She refused to let that happen. "Gourgeist, Shadow Ball! Continuous fire!"

Gourgeist backed off and began releasing a barrage of ghastly spheres. Sceptile dodged them, barely avoiding each one. It was impressive, but she trained her Pokemon relentlessly to master this technique. Soon Gourgeist began producing dozens within seconds. It was enough. The once flawless skin of Sceptile was starting to show bruises.

Red didn't seem bothered at all though. "Dig."

Swiftly, the grass-type went down. Gourgeist stopped its assault to assess the situation before the reptile exploded up from below. Gourgeist expected it and released a Seed Bomb downwards. Once more, the assault between the two continued. Leaf Blade cleaved through Shadow Balls. Bullet Seeds and Seed Bombs were thrown all over the battlefield.

It became less a chivalrous duel and more a dogfight. They brought out their entire arsenal until one fell.

SCHINK.

One did fall.

The final strike came from above. She only had one moment to comprehend it when her Gourgeist couldn't handle the relentless Leaf Blades that headed its way. That Sceptile was a class of its own.

She needed to end it.

"Hawlucha!"

The fighting-type began a Swords Dance.

Sceptile came to strike it down, but where blades once touched ghastly shells, it had to compete with experienced talons. Her Hawlucha brought ruin where her Gourgeist couldn't. Fighting up close was its forte and when the Sceptile moved to flee, the flying-type refused to allow it.

"Poison Jab, Hawlucha!"

"Deflect it with Leaf Blade."

Hawlucha grabbed the grass-type's arms and held Sceptile firmly in its clutches as a punishing Poison Jab went deep into the reptilian grass-type. When it made to flee, the wrestler kept it pinned down to inflict more punishment.

It was inevitable.

Sceptile fell.

"Pikachu."

The mouse collided with the flying-type the moment he was called. Hawlucha was forced onto the ground by a Quick Attack in a blink of an eye. If Sceptile was bursting speed and calculated strikes, then Pikachu took it to a whole other level. There was nothing she could do.

It was brutal in its essence but effective. Hawlucha did its best. It grabbed the mouse, struck it when it could, it broke through the mouse's defenses a couple of times, but when the electric-type dug its tail deep into the flying-type before releasing a single Thunderbolt that broke the battlefield, it was all over.

Hawlucha's defeat was instant.

She knew that she needed to end that before it could be too much of a threat.

"Goodra!"

The Pikachu was already upon her dragon like an avenging conqueror. She bit her lip as the two collided. Her mightiest dragon endured the surging thunder that was wrought upon the battlefield. She used everything in her arsenal. Focus Blasts crashed into Iron Tail. Dragon Pulse kept the mouse at bay. She forced the arena to her advantage with Rain Dance and released blasts upon blasts of Hydro Pump.

It was all for naught.

Pikachu took the abuse like a champ, taking the bursts of water to the face before closing in.

THWACK.

Goodra's head was slammed by an Iron Tail and Electro Ball combination that sent the dragon reeling. She quickly analyzed the situation, trying to find a way to keep her beast up and running from the bombarding Pikachu.

"Grab him, Goodra!"

Goodra endured the assault before using its appendages on its head with surprising dexterity to grab onto the rodent. With the mouse surprised, Diantha took the opportunity to command her Pokemon to send an up-close Hydro Pump to the face. That should be it, right?

Nope.

As the pressurized water collided with the mouse, electricity began coming out of Pikachu like an avenging deity of lightning. Goodra slammed the rat onto the ground. Thunderbolt rose up and Goodra met it with a Dragon Pulse.

Diantha's eyes widened as the force of the lightning broke through the clouds from her Rain Dance, destroying the weather from just sheer energy alone.

A Pokemon fell.

It didn't take a genius to figure out which one.

"Gardevoir!"

BOOM!

The battlefield exploded as a Moonblast destroyed a large portion of the floor. The two ace Pokemon clashed. With pure evolutionary strength on Gardevoir's side, she did battle against the small rodent. It should have been an easy fight. A Gardevoir as experienced as hers should have no problem dealing with a Pokemon that was only in its middle stage of evolution.

If only.

They battled like equals, destroying the battlefield as electricity coursed through the air to dance with ethereal fairy energy.

It should be impossible for a rat to even do well against her best Pokemon, but it did. For every Shadow Ball she sent out, a Thunderbolt was its response. The sheer energy both radiated was enough to break the field.

She needed an edge.

"Gardevoir, use Psychic to keep Pikachu still. Then release Moonblast!"

"Get out of there, Pikachu."

With her great mental will, Gardevoir was able to grasp onto the mouse while simultaneously charging a Moonblast for another strike.

BOOM!

A direct hit. "Again!"

She would give no mercy.

BOOM!

Pikachu was slammed onto the ground while being bombarded by a continuous stream of fairy energy. Forcing the mouse down with Psychic, she didn't let up lest she fall. She knew that if she gave the electric-type any breathing room, he could turn the tables in an instant. She wouldn't allow it!

BOOM!

Smack!

BOOM!

Smack!

Was it over?

Nope.

The roaring of thunder nigh deafened her. The crumbling ground beneath them was crushed once more as electricity covered the entire battlefield. It was a testament to Pikachu's immense source of energy that it was able to cover the entirety of the arena in an instant.

It was a parting gift and it hurt. Her psychic-type winced as it stumbled from the electric-type's final attack.

After sustaining injuries from Hawlucha, Goodra, and Gardevoir, the Pikachu finally fell.

She clicked her tongue. Out of all the Pokemon she had to be afraid of, it was one that she least expected.

"Talonflame."

She grabbed her pokeball and returned Gardevoir. Best to save her ace for later. She called out her next ally. "Showtime, Tyrantrum!"

Bird met dinosaur. Like a shooting star, the flying-type soared downwards, its entire body set ablaze as it rammed itself into Tyrantrum in a glorious Flare Blitz. It was a battle of the earth and sky as her bulky beast tried to keep up with the agile assailant. All it took was one single opportunity, however, and her great beast took it.

With a single massive chomp of its jaws, it grabbed the bird with a Crunch before spitting it down onto the ground. Not letting up lest the bird escaped, it stomped on it, creating a ground-breaking Earthquake.

Tyrantrum lifted its foot to judge its prey and found it wanting.

Talonflame tried to rise up.

All it took was one Head Smash to crush the rebellion.

"Heracross."

The bug slammed into her beast with a Mega Horn the moment it came out of its pokeball.

The beetle fared much better. Like a knight facing a dragon, the beetle made great use of its massive horn to duel with the immense dragon-type. Strong jaws tested thick exoskeleton. Dragon Claws met with Close Combat. Her beast ripped into the bug-type, making use of its training to endure through all of the insect's barrages as it clamped down on the beetle's horn.

The insect was thrown across the field. When it rose up with a Swords Dance, Tyrantrum broke the ground it stood on with a mighty Earthquake before reaching the bug-type to deal an intense barrage of Dragon Claws. Heracross matched it blow for blow with Close Combat.

Both Pokemon refused to stop. A single mistake would mean the end for one or the other. Claws locked onto claws. Fighting spirit collided with a dragon's wrath. Eventually one had to give and she sighed in relief when the Heracross was the first to tire.

So far so go-

"Garchomp."

The bellowing war cry almost sent her stumbling back. She turned to look at the dragon and her eyes had to widen when she noticed the Mega Stone prevalent on its collar.

"Since when did you have a Mega Stone?" Diantha choked.

"It was a recent addition," Red admitted before smirking, "Like it, Diantha?"

"No."

Her rival laughed before taking out a Mega Fang that was dangling beneath his shirt and bright light erupted as Garchomp surged with incoming power. Diantha had to take a moment to bask in the growing aura of danger that was radiating off of the dragon.

STOMP.

From a single step, the entire arena shook.

She became increasingly aware of what was in front of her.

If Garchomps were executioners then the radiating might of Red's Mega Garchomp was that of a grim reaper.

Her Tyrantrum met it head-on. Dragon Claws clashed with Dragon Claws, but try as she might, she knew the results.

SCHINK.

All it took was a single cleave. The moment her dragon met his, Mega Garchomp swung and the sheer force of the blow sent her gigantic monster of a Pokemon flying. It was a juggernaut, a bringer of death and destruction. With every stomp, an Earthquake was formed. Its eyes held refined wrath so potent that it made her dragon flinch at its gaze.

The grim reaper came for her beast and defeat was all that was left for her Pokemon.

She would have to break through. "Aurorus!"

The sauropod rose to its massive height and faced off against the intimidating dragon. A Blizzard kicked up around them. The freezing cold began coating the dragon-type in a shivering frost. The Blizzard was thick and potent enough to block hers and Red's vision of their Pokemon.

She held her breath as she waited for the ice to end the threat. She trained her Aurorus to maintain a single Blizzard for hours. It should be able to take care of the threat eventua-

SCHINK.

She cursed silently when Aurorus dropped down, Blizzard dispersed as the beast of a dragon cleaved through the fossil Pokemon's neck. It made for a horrifying sight; a bruised and battered Garchomp covered in snow and frost. One of its legs was completely encased in ice, but it didn't care. All it took was a simple stomp and it shattered. That looming threat made her skin crawl.

It was clear that Garchomp was the biggest threat. She would end it here.

"Gardevoir!"

Her Mega Charm began resonating with her ace Pokemon. No time to hold back! A grin blossomed onto her face as she felt pushed to her limits. Her Pokemon burst with light as she transformed. This was it.

Where a Gardevoir once commanded, a Mega Gardevoir dominated.

Garchomp growled, realizing just what Pokemon it was facing.

"Moonblast!"

The entire arena lit up as fairy magic challenged dragon kind.

Fairy Queen met Dragon King in a dance of the ages. The world shook beneath their duel. Grace warred with wrath. Brute force confronted mental power. Cleaving through all of her attacks, the charging monster reaped into the skin of Gardevoir.

She had to wince at the brutality of the Garchomp. Truly, it was one of the most primal examples of its kind.

Yet dragons will eventually fall to fairies.

Despite Garchomp's efforts, it slumped to the ground.

That left one more.

"Greninja."

XXX

When he opened his eyes, he thought he was living a memory.

Greninja looked around him, observing the same arena, the same stage. Broken and destroyed as it were, he knew this place well. The roar of the crowd rose a myriad of thoughts and feelings. For a moment, he saw Mega Charizard where Gardevoir stood.

He shook his head. This wasn't the time for reminiscence.

His trainer wanted to do battle. He would give him a battle. Legs tensed before springing outward in a burst of speed. Mega Gardevoir only had a moment to comprehend a shinobi in front of her before a Shadow Ball was summoned to stop his advance. He cleaved through it with a slash of Cut before backing off.

He remembered her. This particular Gardevoir was a force to be reckoned with and even now, it was a mighty foe that had the potential of a champion. She towered above all of her kind and endured a myriad of obstacles to become what she was now. The aura of power was like that of a prominent queen, commanding an authority that would make lesser Pokemon bow.

He was not a lesser Pokemon.

Like an assassin of the night, he struck her in a blanket of illusions. Clones were forged from nothing. One became two. Two became four. Four became eight and eventually, dozens charged forward like a rebelling army. Gardevoir kept her calm as the queen was met with those that wish to topple her. With abnormal psychic will, she picked up hundreds of destroyed debris. Rocks, pebbles, boulders, trees, nothing was spared from her control.

The noble queen slammed down with divine punishment.

Clones were slain, crushed by the immense might of the nobility. His illusions were broken but he would not bend the knee. Swift like the roaring rapids, he jumped on the floating rocks, hopping from debris to debris to get closer to beheading his target.

Gardevoir did not let him, releasing barrages of Moonblasts and controlled boulders his way. The arena was filled with projectiles as Water Shurikens clashed with Shadow Balls. A blanket of smoke was formed from the reacting powers. He used it, summoning dozens of clones to confuse his enemy.

He was not like the confrontational and unbreaking wall that was Garchomp.

He was not like the stormy force of nature that was Pikachu.

He was the riptide. He was the sudden current that took enemies unaware.

Mega Gardevoir released a bombardment of Moonblasts to clear the smoke. His clones went to work, keeping her occupied as he hid in the shadows. The psychic and fairy Pokemon had skill. For every dozen of clones he made, she would destroy it all with but a wave of her hand.

He started his counterattack.

BOOM!

Gardevoir groaned as a barrage of Water Shurikens embedded themselves into her back. She turned around to see him appear from the dug hole that his newest ally, Sceptile, made early into the battle.

Use your surroundings.

Gardevoir struck him with a floating tree. Splinters dug deep into his skin, but he ignored them as he began his forward rush into her space. She sent a myriad of obstacles his way. Dozens if not hundreds of objects were thrown, but he was faster. He had to commend their intelligence. Immune to Psychic he might be, the objects around him were not.

That didn't matter though.

A dagger was formed with Cut. He came in like a tsunami. His blade touched flesh and he ripped through. Mega Gardevoir refused to go down, however, and with a wave of her hands, slammed even more debris around him, forming a prison of wood and stone.

SCHINK.

He cut through it only to be greeted by a barrage of Moonblasts. He slammed onto the ground and the battle was renewed once more. He had to acknowledge the psychic-type for resisting him this far. He was exhausting his reserves.

But he wouldn't fall here.

Greninja had a few regrets in his life. He lived to the fullest, acted on what he believed was right, and battled his heart out whenever he was called. Yet if he had one thing that would always haunt him, it was his failure to help the man who trained him win when he needed it most.

Memories flooded his head. His battle against Mega Sceptile, his clash with Alain's Charizard, his unfortunate defeat at his hands, and the path he and his trainer went through to reach this far. He remembered his trainer's desires, his determination to win. He did everything he could, fought his hardest, and used his finest strategies.

It wasn't enough.

When he remembered the searing Blast Burn that torched his skin, he fought harder. Mega Gardevoir danced with him, every clash generating gusts of wind. This time, it would be different.

It would be enough.

I chose him and he chose me.

Gardevoir summoned the largest Moonblast he had ever seen and he flipped back. He turned to his trainer. They nodded to each other.

I won't fail you this time.

Red. Ash. It didn't matter what he called himself. They were the same to Greninja. His hopes were his hopes. His dreams were his dreams. His fears were his fears. His battles were his battles. They picked each other up. They shared each other's pain.

Together.

They began to move as one.

XXX

What is this?!

Torrents of water surrounded the shinobi Pokemon. She tensed. What attack was this? Aqua Jet? Whirlpool? She didn't think Greninja could even learn those! She had to take a step back when the swirling water stopped. What happened next was so incomprehensible that it boggled the mind.

Diantha couldn't believe her eyes.

Did Greninja just evolve?!

They began to move. Together, Red and Greninja raised their arms. The Pokemon had changed, stronger and mightier than ever before. The massive Shuriken on his back rose up to face her growing Moonblast.

It doubled, no, it tripled in size and began spinning with such force the air around them bowed to its whims. They stared at her and Gardevoir. When she released her mightiest attack, they threw the colossal shuriken.

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The world was silent as a massive Water Shuriken met her strongest Moonblast. She had seen a myriad of Mega Evolutions. She had fought many from Blastoise to Metagross to Garchomp. Her path to the top forced her to.

CRACK!

The world was torn asunder as the resulting clash broke the battlefield around them. The entire arena went up in smoke.

Yet she never faced this.

The smoke cleared.

"G-Gardevoir is unable to battle," the referee stuttered, "The winner is Red Satoshi of Celestic Town!"

XXX

When the plane landed, Cynthia had to contain her excitement.

Days passed since the Lumiose Conference and she had never seen such a spectacular performance from her rival. He truly outdid himself this year. Battling with such determination and ferocity, Red's latest conquest broke records as he struck down all of the Kalos League's Elite Four before doing battle with the champion. It was the closest anyone reached.

He had a lot of explaining to do! Just what was that Greninja? Mega Garchomp?!

When she stepped out of the airport, that was when she saw him.

"Red!"

"Cynthia?"

She tackled him, bringing her rival into a bone-crushing hug. Garchomp walked behind her, watching it play out with amusement. Greninja and Pikachu joined in the fun as well, taking in the scene with delight. He laughed as she refused to let go. She murmured mostly to herself. "This is nice."

"Yeah," Red hugged her back. "It is. I didn't expect you here in Kalos though."

"It was supposed to be a surprise," Cynthia smiled. "I heard you're going to Alola."

He nodded before letting himself out of her grasp. She let go of him reluctantly. "I am."

"I'm coming too."

He raised an eyebrow. "You are?"

"I am," Cynthia nodded. "Grandma offered to pay for my trip and I heard that you're going. I thought it was a great idea for both of us to take a small vacation. It has been seven years since our journey, Red. We're seventeen and we haven't stopped at all." It was a grand excuse in her head. She definitely did not take the chance to spend more time with her first and best rival.

Definitely not.

Nope.

"Bu-"

"No buts!" She placed a finger on his mouth. "Who was the person that told me to stop and smell the roses?"

His eyes widened before he gave a reluctant smile. "I did."

"We're young, Red. We got all the time in the world to be a champion." She certainly wasn't using his own advice against him for her own advantage. Nope. That'd be ridiculous. The look he gave her made sure she knew he knew. Her cheeks darkened.

"How wise of you, Cynthia." The tone was flat.

"I learned from the best," she teased, her face red, "He can be a bit of a dummy at times, but he's an excellent friend, an invaluable rival, and a worthwhile companion."

"He must be an amazing man."

"He is," Cynthia nodded, "and I wouldn't trade him for the world."

The seventeen-year-old paused at her words. It was the truth. Everything they'd done, everything she'd experienced, it wouldn't have been possible without him. She wanted to convey it to him. She could never imagine what would have happened if Red didn't meet her at Celestic Town all those years ago.

He was the best. He was her rival.

There was nothing that would change that.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Cynthia blinked before turning to see the woman that fought Red in the finals of the conference. The first thing she noticed was her appearance. She was prettier up close with her nicely done dark hair, ethereal blue eyes, and pristine white dress that spoke of good fashion. She was the antithesis of her in looks with her long blonde hair, steel-colored eyes, and darker greys and black clothes.

The Gardevoir beside the Kalos star's side stared at her Garchomp.

"Diantha," Red smiled before motioning towards his first rival. "This is Cynthia."

The girl offered her hand with a small grin of her own. "It's nice to meet the girl that Red constantly talks about."

He talks about her? Wait, greetings first. She took her hand and shook it firmly. "I've watched your battle at the conference. You did amazing."

"Thank you," Diantha nodded, "I would have preferred to win the entire thing, but our shared rival has been quite the thorn in my side in that regard." They both laughed at that. Red had a tendency to really mess with their league goals. No matter who they were, be it friend or foe, he wouldn't hold back with his Pokemon. It was something she admired and hated at the same time.

"I can sympathize," Cynthia chirped, "Our first conference together was much the same."

Red sighed in exasperation at their words. "What're you doing here, Diantha?"

"I was hoping to inquire about your future plans," she answered. "The director was amazed by your Pokemon in the conference and was hoping to star you in another movie. He was exceptionally eager to meet this Greninja of yours."

Movie? Wait, what? Cynthia gave Red a sharp look which he responded by avoiding her eyes. "Red," Cynthia crossed her arms. "I feel like I am missing something here."

"Ah, well," Red scratched the back of his head, "It's nothing major. Just got roped into some stuff. It happens."

"Don't be so modest, Red," Diantha piped up in amusement. "He was my co-star in the upcoming movie, the Princess and the Froakie."

Princess and the Froakie? Cynthia looked at the two of them. Now that she thought about it, Diantha was standing a bit too close to Red for her liking. "That's nice," she smiled politely.

"So I heard that you two will be going to Alola," Diantha's eyes sparkled with amusement.

Cynthia nodded, "That's right."

"Just the two of you?"

Cynthia crossed her arms. "Just the two of us."

The star of Kalos hummed before thinking out loud. "How interesting! Coincidentally, I was offered a role in a movie in Alola. Maybe I can join you both."

What a coincidence!

Like she could believe that!

Cynthia didn't answer. Why should she? She only gave a small polite smile. Diantha stared at her for a good second before smiling as well. They sized each other up. Gardevoir and Garchomp backed up their trainers.

Electricity sparked between the two's gazes.

"It's nice to see rivalries being formed, huh, Pikachu?"

Greninja, Gardevoir, Garchomp, and Pikachu face-palmed at Red's words.

XXX

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