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.

7. Chapter 6

Her Rival

By Casual One

Disclaimer: Casual One does not own Pokemon.

XXX

There were many things to say about the star of Kalos.

Diantha was graceful, beautiful, and confident. She moved with an aura that felt dominating yet welcoming enough to create an ethereal attraction that turned the heads around her. Cynthia had no reason to deny that the fairy-like woman was powerful in ways that she wasn't.

It unnerved her at first. The woman could connect with others so easily that it was almost unnatural in the way she could sneak past a person's guard. She experienced it firsthand when they entered the plane. She had the opportunity to be seated next to her and while she would have preferred sitting next to Red, she wouldn't deny having some semblance of curiosity for the actress.

That thought wasn't one-sided.

"I didn't realize quite how famous you are, Cynthia."

The blonde blinked as the lady beside her smiled. She returned it with an exasperated but well-meaning one. "My reputation is vastly overexaggerated." It was the truth. She knew in the back of her mind that she had started growing a following, but it couldn't be as large as the one this woman had, surely.

Apparently, Diantha disagreed.

The star released a breath in amusement. "For now, perhaps, but once I began learning more about you and Red, the more I realized just what kind of trainer I was facing in the league."

Cynthia cracked a smile. "Attention is something that he avoids if he can help it. His accomplishments speak for themselves though. He's a great trainer."

"And in association, you as well. You've performed amazingly in both the frontier and league conferences," Diantha said. The Sinnoh native looked at the woman curiously when she gave the blonde a sly smile. That normally spelled trouble. "There's a lot of things they say about you two, y'know?"

This could go many ways.

"Most of them are rumors, I assure you." The things people said about her could range from mundane to fantastical. She learned to filter them out over the years. Traveling, learning, and working her way up to champion was what mattered. What people said about her didn't really reach her radar unless they were from her rivals, friends, and family.

"Some do look convincing," Diantha hummed in thought. "There are some that are prevalent, of course. Is it true that you and Red are an item?"

Her thoughts froze.

...

What?!

Her entire face blossomed a cherry red as she stared at the innocently smiling actress. Out of all the things she had to say, it had to be that. The star of Kalos truly was a cunning woman! And she thought Caitlin was a vixen! Diantha was an entirely different league! Cynthia shook her head hastily, "Of course not! Nothing but rumors and hearsay. We've never been in that kind of relationship."

She was glad that Red wasn't nearby to hear this. She couldn't imagine what he'd think. Would he approve? Would he find it weird? A part of her wanted to find out, but another part was too scared to even contemplate the thought.

She ignored the fluttering in her stomach as flashes of what could be entered her mind. Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!

"There's something there though," Diantha teased. The girl's eyes sparkled as she watched Cynthia squirm. "Childhood friends since the young age of ten, traveling together and apart for years, and being there for each other for multiple leagues, it makes sense that people would assume."

Well, if she had to say it like that, it did look rather intimate!

"We're just friends, Diantha."

"But you're hoping for something more?" Diantha's sly words entered her mind like honey. Cynthia steeled herself as she glared at the actress even when her cheeks were flushed red with embarrassment.

"We're just friends," Cynthia emphasized. She gave the smiling woman a firm stare. The girl acknowledged it, but her next words made her blood run cold.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I pursue him then."

This woman...

"Red is too busy trying to be champion to have a relationship."

"That won't take long," the star of Kalos rebutted easily enough. "He held himself well against the champion of Kalos. I have no doubt that he'll reach it."

"He's not interested in those kinds of things."

"How would you know?" Diantha's words touched her brain like silk. Soft and inviting. "Have you tried?"

Cynthia struggled to come up with an adequate response. There was none. She released a breath in defeat before looking outside the plane window. "No."

Diantha smiled softly at her admittance before moving on to other rumors. She was thankful for that. Cynthia had enough of this teasing from grandma Carolina. She didn't need it from someone else too. Outside of this woman's teasing, the actress was a pleasure to be around. She was unsurprisingly knowledgeable in battle despite her desired profession. They talked about topics that ranged from different encounters to sharing strategies and tactics that they learned on their travels.

She couldn't help but hold onto the thoughts planted by the sly woman, however.

Cynthia had garnered a myriad of rivals throughout her journey, but rarely had she needed to compete for Red's attention. The star of Kalos was both similar and different from the other rivals she'd made and the thought was intimidating. Never did she have a rival for something other than combat.

This was unknown territory and she didn't know how much she liked it.

XXX

Her first step into Alola was one of new experiences and trepidation.

Cynthia was a bit inexperienced when it came to taking long breaks. She had always been pursuing her dream and while she knew to take a step back and enjoy the world around her, spending some time to relax in Alola was daunting. The Sinnoh native could tell Red was in the same boat. He was always relentless in his pursuit. His goal was so close that it was understandable that the trainer wanted to continue gaining enough strength to finally reach it.

But after seven years of constant traveling, fighting, and training, didn't they deserve a break?

As Cynthia and her party stepped onto the warm sands of Melemele Island, she couldn't help but admire the beauty of the region. The crystal clear oceans were littered with people and Pokemon. The large bustling activity of everyone enjoying the beaches was a rare sight for her.

Excitement shined in Red and Pikachu's eyes. Just from that look alone could she say that this trip would be worth it.

"Alola truly is one of a kind." A melodious voice spoke. Of course, it would have been even better if it was just the two of them, but she couldn't have it all. She turned to see Diantha walking behind her, the star of Kalos smiling as the woman basked in the warm sun.

Diantha's Pokemon were beside the actress. Cynthia had her own out as well. This was a vacation and their team worked just as hard as them in accomplishing their dreams. She expected the ones Diantha called upon. They were the same team that fought alongside her in the league.

Red's was a different case.

"I didn't know you have a Donphan," Diantha cooed as she patted the calm elephant Pokemon. The actress's gaze swept throughout the beach. "Or any of these Pokemon for that matter." The rising star looked at the lazing Kingler and sleeping Noctowl that were alongside Red's Pikachu and Greninja. Red did have a very large team. Normally, he would just bring his Pikachu to a new region. Bringing more was an interesting choice on her rival's part.

Her rival took one last look at the beach before cracking a smile at the Kalos native. "My Pokemon are the reason why I've reached this far, Diantha. All of them should enjoy it."

"That is fair," Diantha grinned, "I'm interested in getting to know all of your Pokemon then. Just what haven't you been telling me in your journey, Red?"

"I haven't been hiding anything."

"Right," the actress's tone made it known just what she thought of that. "You just don't mention it."

He cleared his throat. "It was never brought up."

"We'll need to correct that," Diantha said, "We have an entire year to get to know each other. It would be poor manners if I didn't know more about the person I've been traveling with."

"I'm sure you'll get to talk to him about that later," Cynthia crossed her arms. "Red and I need to speak with Samson Oak for our lodgings." She smiled sweetly at the actress. "Your manager, Kathi Lee, must already have a place for you to stay."

The Kalos star stared with amusement. "You're not wrong, but I am sure Kathi can make arrangements for both of you to live nearby."

"We wouldn't want to be a bother," Cynthia replied with a deceptively innocent tone.

"Oh, it's no bother at all!"

"My grandmother already made arrangements," the Sinnoh native continued, "We wouldn't want to waste her efforts. We're truly sorry."

Diantha sighed with the same deceptively understanding voice, "Well, it can't be helped."

Cynthia mentally gave herself a pat on the back. There was no way she was letting the actress live anywhere near Red! Just the thought made her uncomfortable. While she trusted Red with all her heart, the same couldn't be said for Diantha. She just met her. It would be much better if their lodgings were somewhere else. That was definitely right. It would be much better if it were just the two of them.

Yes.

Just the two of them.

For an entire year.

...

She looked away lest Red saw her blushing face. All she had to do was not let the star of Kalos ruin this at least.

"Let me join you on your trip there then!"

Drats.

XXX

What made a champion?

Was it their grit? Was it determination? Skill?

It was a question that appeared from time to time for Samson Oak. He was a principal for future Pokemon trainers and before that, he was a Pokemon professor much like his cousin, the prestigious and famous Samuel.

Alola had no champion, though he knew some with the ambition to change the status quo. Despite that, after teaching and studying with a great many trainers, he understood that there was a spark in the eyes of those with the potential to be champions.

Sammy had that spark. He became Kanto's champion.

And when he stared at the three before him, he couldn't help but smile. They had it too.

"You must be Samson Oak." The man stepped forward, offering his hand. He took it. It was a firm shake. "It's an honor."

"And you're Red Satoshi," Samson let go and took the offered hands of the other two. "That means that you both must be Cynthia Shirona and Diantha Carnet!"

"You've heard of us?" Diantha blinked with surprise.

"Some by association, others by reputation," he replied before turning towards Cynthia, "Your grandmother called in a favor to give you and your friend lodging. Needless to say, you are more than welcome here in Alola. Please enjoy yourselves to your heart's content!"

"Thank you," Cynthia smiled.

"If you could greet some of the students as well, that would be Swell-ow, you know?" His smile grew at the surprised expressions when he morphed his face to a caricature of the Pokemon mentioned. His smile only brightened even more at Red's growing amusement. "It's not every day that my students get to meet three league winners."

"I understand," Red answered with a smile, "I don't see Wynaut."

Oh, this one was promising.

"That's the Spirit-omb!" Oak laughed. "Keep it up and you may have a Chansey to reach my level!" The principal smirked before placing both arms on his hips. "I think this will do for introductions. I hope you'll enjoy your stay. We Alolans pride ourselves in our hospitality and Comfey-ness!"

"This will do," Cynthia nodded before Red could reply. The man playfully pouted at her interruption but otherwise kept his mouth shut. Samson silently kept their dynamic to himself as he returned it with a friendly beam.

"Then I'll see you later, Feraligatr!"

Diantha and Cynthia's befuddled faces and Red's laugh made him remember better days. Ah, youth.

XXX

The first time they met, he wasn't quite sure what to make of him.

Trainers came in all shapes and sizes. Kukui understood this. He had to be open to the various personalities that come and go throughout his Pokemon journey.

He had met honorable and powerful trainers, those that proved that strength manifested through discipline and relentless training, like his teacher, Hala. He met others that took victories through underhanded strategies and tactics, winning through deception and intelligence like his fellow apprentice, Guzma. He even knew some that did not pursue battle at all, taking a more devoted role in Pokemon research like Burnet.

Some might ask what he was, in the grand scheme of things. Chasing the thrill of combat while having an honest interest in Pokemon moves should be tough, right? He would always answer truthfully.

Why not be both?

He was Kukui, the Masked Royal and he was also Kukui, the Pokemon Professor.

Though no one knew of the former and the Alolan was currently studying to become the latter.

It wasn't impossible, but it was taxing to travel the world to meet the various fighters and researchers of every region. It allowed for wisdom and insight, however, and he would often hear through word of mouth about the Pokemon League. It was an amazing concept. The idea of a champion sounded so cool to him. Alola deserved a champion.

He had a vested interest in having one in his home. Research of both the organization and Pokemon moves would often occupy his thoughts. The professor-in-training would read the comings and goings of the many conferences that were held and knew of the many promising trainers that surfaced to challenge the league.

So when he saw Diantha, the dazzling actress that stole the hearts of her people, he was surprised. When he saw Cynthia, the famous trainer that took the world by storm, that surprise became awe. Kukui was downright breathless when Red, the enigmatic trainer that fans whispered about in excitement, stepped out of the school.

Oh my Arceus.

A myriad of questions swam in his mind. What were they doing here? Could he ask for a battle? Could he battle all three of them? Could he have some tips? Could he take a look at the Greninja that threw that gigantic shuriken? That was not an average Water Shuriken!

He slapped his face and brought himself back to the real world. They were still here. Wow. They were real.

Just wait 'til Burnet hears about this!

Luckily, he didn't have to do much because while the two women were talking to the students, Red noticed him and waved. Kukui didn't know when his feet walked toward the trainer. All he knew was that he saw an opportunity and he took it.

"Alola," the man offered his hand. "I'm Red."

"Alola!" He took the offer and shook firmly. "Kukui."

Red smiled at his appearance. "You look a little too young to be a professor."

It was a reasonable assumption to make. Despite the lab coat, his youth betrayed him. "That's because I'm not one. Not yet anyway," he scratched his head, "I'm in training."

"Must be hard work."

"It is, but I wouldn't trade it for the world." To learn from the wise and powerful Hala and the intelligent and experienced Samson was an honor he was absolutely blessed to have. "It can get quite busy, exhausting even, but I can't imagine myself being anything else. Some things are just worth it, you know?"

"I could imagine." His words seemed to have brightened up the trainer. "With that attitude, I'm sure you'll do great."

"I appreciate it," Kukui beamed from his heartfelt words, "It's not every day you get encouragement from a trainer that almost conquered the Pokemon League!"

The black-haired man wasn't surprised at all, though he raised an eyebrow at his declaration. "You've heard of me."

"Anyone interested in the league would know of you," he said, "I saw your latest match. That Greninja is absolutely fascinating. I would love to meet it." The scientific community was quite enamored with the amphibious shinobi ever since its showing at the Lumiose Conference, Sycamore and Rowan especially. He was no exception. That gigantic shuriken was a mystery waiting to be discovered.

"I do have him with me," Red showed his pokeball. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing some new faces. That's what we're here for anyway." He lowered the pokeball. "We're taking a break after the last conference."

It was as if a Thunderbolt struck his heart at that moment. It nearly skipped a beat!

"Are you sure?" The battler within him was stoked to see such a strong Pokemon while the researcher in his mind was ready to spew out a thousand different questions. "N-Not that I am saying no or anything." He laughed, scratching the back of his head. "Just know that once I get to meet with the guy, there'll be No Retreat!"

On second thought, he shouldn't have asked. What if he decided to change his mind?

Red laughed, from either the move-related pun or from his sudden shift in behavior, he had no clue. His worries were put to rest when the trainer easily agreed. "I'm sure, but in exchange, why don't you show us around Alola?"

"That's no problem at all," Kukui said, "I know a lot of cool places. You wouldn't believe the beauty of Alola, especially on a Sunny Day. I bet you'll be Astonish-ed by some of the things here. It'll be a Gigavolt Havoc of a good time!"

There was silence before Red's lips twitched upward at the attempt. "You finished?"

"Too much?"

"A little bit."

"Ouch. That hurt more than an All-Out Pummeling."

Red groaned.

XXX

A new region, a new look.

It was a saying Diantha liked to say a lot and it was that reasoning that lead to Cynthia's current situation. The Sinnoh native sat on one of the benches of the Hau'oli City Shopping Mall. It was one of the first places that the actress insisted they head to the moment they stepped into Melemele Island.

She couldn't deny its importance. While she did pack up beforehand, there were a few things she wouldn't mind purchasing for herself so she didn't put up much of a fight when the star of Kalos suggested it. She was looking forward to it, all things considered.

While she liked her usual style, the long-sleeved black and dark grey clothing could get a bit hot in some cases. She would need something more fit for tropical weather.

She would need something to compliment her looks. Something that Red would like.

She paused.

In a purely platonic sense, of course. She didn't feel threatened at all whenever Diantha showed off all her fancy dresses or whenever the girl gets physically close to her Re-rival. Rival. Yeah, that. Yes. Of course.

"Are you alright?"

And she clearly didn't yelp when Red appeared beside her, tilting his head in befuddlement at her behavior. "Y-Yes," Cynthia cleared her throat. "Just thinking of things."

"Oh?" Red set down the bag of his own purchases and sat beside her. "What kind of things?"

"Clothing," Cynthia decided that a portion of the truth was better than lies, "It's hard to decide."

"I guess we can't all be like Diantha," Red laughed. She joined in. That much was obvious. The actress could be seen going from place to place, finding and taking what she desired with an ease that she was envious of. The girl knew what she wanted. It was admirable. "I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure you'd look good in anything."

Her cheeks darkened at his words. Leave it to him to say the nicest things. Cynthia needed a distraction before she exploded from embarrassment. "W-Well, how about you? Found anything you like?"

"Just a few things," Red smiled, taking out a new hat which he plopped on Pikachu's head. It was similar in style to his old one, red and black with a white pokeball design. Her rival always did tend to stick with similar themes though she couldn't say much herself. She did the same. "I'm not that into fashion so I just pick what I'm comfortable with."

"I'm sure it'll suit you regardless," Cynthia nudged him playfully on the shoulder, "You have a distinct style," she said, "and Pikachu would make it work anyways. He could rock any look."

Red sighed when Pikachu nodded in agreement. He grinned good-naturedly, "Can't argue with that. Still, we really should find something for you too."

"You don't need to worry about it."

"You've barely touched a single piece of clothing since we got here," Red mentioned. "I am pretty sure Diantha filled up three bags since."

"Maybe I should stick with what I'm currently wearing."

"Diantha wouldn't allow it," Red chuckled.

"I am not like her," she sighed.

"You are not," Red agreed. "You're Cynthia Shirona, future champion of Sinnoh. I'd be worried if you were anyone else." He gave her a small nudge. She started at the touch but turned to see him staring at her warmly. "Just be you."

Her cheeks burned as she shyly smiled at his heartfelt words. He always knew what to say. It could be so unfair sometimes. She looked away before giving a slight nod. "Okay," her tone was light before speaking louder when an idea popped into her mind, "but you're coming with me."

Red coughed. "Why?"

"To help me pick, of course."

"I'm not sure why you would want my opinion," Red replied, "I'm not exactly a fashionista."

"On the contrary, your opinion matters the most." He tilted his head in confusion, but she ignored it as she stood up, pulling her rival along with her. Yes. This would do. She remembered a beautiful sky blue sleeveless shirt that she considered moments ago. Maybe she could show it to him and let him judge it for her.

In the back of her mind, she already knew what he was going to say.

I'm sure you'd look good in anything.

He really needed to watch his words sometimes. He could give a girl the wrong idea.

XXX

Meeting an island kahuna was a different experience from any gym leader or Elite Four Cynthia ever met.

Days passed and Red's new friend helped introduce them to the first of the four that they had to challenge to complete the island trials.

There was just something about them that radiated a different aura of power. Gym leaders were varied, their might tested and proven through a myriad of challenges. They could be anything, from gardeners to miners to scientists. The Elite Four above them felt even grander. They were pillars of support that held the entire region together. They were the elite of the elite, the final roadblock before challenging the strongest trainer of the land. Their origins and how they came to be were all different.

The island kahunas were similar, but they held something completely unique to them.

They were chosen for the role. The legendary guardians that breathed life into Alola picked them to reign over an entire island's trials. Their might and majesty were ever-present throughout the region and their title was held until their final breaths. It was fascinating to Cynthia to learn about a culture so distinct from the many places she had been to.

And she had been to a lot of places.

As they walked with Hala, an old but hearty man, to the ruins along with his two apprentices, Kukui and Guzma, she could see the wisdom in his eyes. He must have experienced a lot. Fought a lot too, considering his title.

Kahunas apparently couldn't refuse the role once given. How interesting!

"So you've seen Tapu Koko before?" Diantha's eyes roved around the ancient stone that was coming into view. She wasn't the only one. Cynthia analyzed it with a keener eye. This place must have been so old! It excited her.

"I have," Hala confirmed. He released a boisterous laugh as they reached the entrance to the Ruins of Conflict. "I can still remember it clear as day. Tapu Koko's magnificence was far beyond any Pokemon I have ever met. A legendary in the flesh."

"It must have been something to behold," the actress continued.

"It was," the kahuna said, "Our legendary Pokemon are considered more active than some of the ones in other regions, I've heard. Nonetheless, I didn't expect to meet with the island guardian at all in my lifetime. When it chose me to become the next kahuna, well, I couldn't believe it!"

"So the possibility of seeing it is still nonexistent," Diantha sighed with feigned sadness, "and here I was hoping to see Tapu Koko during my tenure here."

Hala chuckled, "Who knows? The guardian deities work in mysterious ways."

"Have you two seen Tapu Koko?" Cynthia directed the question to Hala's two apprentices.

"Other than some pictures, no," Kukui said. He scratched his chin. "Believe me, I've tried, but Pokemon like that won't show itself unless it wants to be seen."

Guzma clicked his tongue before sighing and shaking his head. "I haven't."

"Even when you can't see them, it doesn't mean that they aren't here," Red said, much to the surprise of Hala, "They watch over the islands of Alola. They tend to appear when needed."

"Why yes, young man," Hala looked at the trainer with intrigue, "The Tapus have always been like this. I imagine the legendaries of your regions are much different."

"The ones in Kalos are rarely if ever seen," Diantha nodded, "Some don't even believe that they are real."

"Ours are ingrained in Sinnoh's history," Cynthia added, "but it would be a lie to say that they are as active as the ones here. Alola is so different. It's amazing." She meant it. To know that their guardian deities were active participants in the island trials and the crowning of their leaders made it so interesting.

"I'm happy you think of Alola so fondly," Hala grinned before revealing the walkway which lead to the brightly colored altar at the end. "This is where we pray to Tapu Koko. Why don't you try it yourself? While Tapu Koko may not appear before us, I am sure it will hear our prayers."

"Thank you," Cynthia smiled. "I'll happily do it."

"It would be an honor," Diantha said.

Red didn't answer, but he smiled and nodded in thanks as they walked up to the meticulously clean altar. It was the tidiest part of the ruins, which wasn't a surprise to Cynthia. Despite the historic significance of the site - and by Arceus, she wanted nothing more than to inspect it - the place was still being used by the people here.

They began their prayer, following Hala's lead in the small ceremony. Cynthia couldn't help but notice how natural Red looked as he joined the kahuna. He looked so peaceful and his movements felt so practiced. Pikachu never looked happier. It was mesmerizing. She had to force herself to look away when the others closed their eyes in prayer. She followed suit, praying for good fortune for herself and those around her.

Zip.

She didn't expect her prayers to be answered so soon!

FWOOSH.

She almost missed it.

Her hair stood up as blinding electric currents surged through the ruins. Guzma and Kukui gasped as they spun at the sound of lightning. Her eyes widened. No way. The rest shifted to look at the source. She joined them.

Majestic. Exotic. Noble.

Those were the first three words that cropped up in her mind when she saw the floating electric deity. It was like no legendary she ever read about. It didn't have the almighty aura of divinity that was recorded in Sinnoh's texts or the inspiring warmth she felt when she first saw Ho-Oh. No, this was a completely different beast. Its form implied protection. Its colors showcased beauty and force.

Its presence demanded respect.

Even Hala seemed surprised at the legendary's presence and he'd seen him plenty of times before. "Tapu Koko."

The electric-type didn't deign to respond to the kahuna, instead preferring to regard the group with something akin to curiosity. She used that time to engrave the legendary into her memory. This might be her only time to see it and she wasn't going to pass it up!

The room flashed yellow as it reappeared in front of them. They jumped at the sudden movement. Tapu Koko passed them and instead tapped onto her rival's chest softly with its massive claws before backing off to the walkway of the ruins. There was silence as their side watched the waiting electric fairy-type with confusion.

Guzma spoke what was in everyone's mind. "What just happened?"

Hala hummed, "I think it's requesting a Pokemon battle."

"You're kidding?" Guzma stared at Red and Tapu Koko with skepticism. In response to that, the legendary electric-type trilled in a challenging cry, sparks flying off of it with clear intensity. He flinched. "You're not kidding..."

"No way." Kukui's smile stretched across his face with excitement.

"Well, young man," Hala laughed as he patted the contemplative trainer on the back. "I cannot say I've seen this happen in all my years as a kahuna. What do you say? Care to fight our illustrious guardian?"

Red was silent as he regarded the situation. He turned to his faithful partner. "What do you think, Pikachu?" The mouse's cheeks sparked as he prepared to hop off Red's shoulder. The mouse's enthusiastic cry made the answer obvious. The trainer gazed back at the legendary with something Cynthia could only interpret as respect. "It's not every day you get to fight a legendary Pokemon. We accept, Tapu Koko."

FLASH!

The entire place was painted gold as intense electricity flowed throughout the battlefield. Pikachu was about to jump into battle but stopped as one of Red's pokeballs forced itself open. Cynthia raised a brow as the intruding Pokemon slammed into the ground with a defiant roar.

Stomp.

The outburst of wind from the beast's mere flap of its wings sent the party stumbling back. Such force! Cynthia took a moment to analyze the Pokemon. She knew this particular fighter for quite some time though she didn't have the honor of seeing him battle in person in years. What was he doing out?

The air around her became hotter. Cynthia's eyes widened.

Oh.

He wanted to fight.

XXX

Charizard reared his head up at the floating deity.

So this is one of Alola's gods?

Despite its size, the aura it presented was obvious. Power and grace combined to create electric divinity.

Impressive.

With experienced eyes, he studied his foe. The guardian was a warrior. Not a surprise. He was a warrior too. That wasn't a stretch to say by any means. It was often the norm for his kind. They rage, they fight, and they win. His evolutionary line demanded respect and those that earned it get a fighter that would battle tooth and claw for victory.

It was what attracted him to Red in the first place. He wasn't the first to notice and he wouldn't be the last. His trainer was just like him, and though he liked to hide it from the world, Charizard's eyes were keener than most.

His trainer, his friend, was fighting for something.

He didn't know what, but he didn't care. He had a reason to grow stronger. That was enough for him. He proved his strength. He earned his loyalty. There was a light at the end of the tunnel and the fire-type would do what was expected of him to help his trainer reach the end of that tunnel.

It didn't matter what it was and while some of his companions might ask, theorize, and wonder about Red's intentions, all Charizard would require of him was to point at the target. He'd do the rest.

He was a warrior, one loyal to his king.

And when his king was to go up against a foe so grand and almighty as this one, why not let his warrior be the vanguard? Wrath surged through him as plumes of smoke began leaking out of his mouth. He fought plenty of opponents for his trainer, but not many could claim to clash with a Pokemon of legendary status.

A Pokemon above Pokemon.

A suitable opponent to test his mettle.

"Charizard?" He turned to his trainer. Red studied him for a moment longer. "You want to battle?" He nodded. The man contemplated before sighing with feigned exasperation. Despite that, the grin on his trainer's face told the fire-type all that he needed to know. He would battle. Permission granted, he turned back to the threat before them.

The flame on his tail erupted as he roared his challenge towards the electric-type. Tapu Koko regarded him before nodding. Challenge received. Good.

VROOOOOM!

Wings blasted off like a rocket. Tapu Koko only had a moment to block the strike as Steel Wing crashed into the fairy-type with an ominous crack. Electrifying radiance danced with eruptive embers. It was an aerial power struggle. Flamethrowers collided with Discharge. Steel Wing met Steel Wing. None of it truly landed. His foe was like a wall, uncompromising and stalwart.

He was a fighter that battled and conquered the Elite Four yet this Pokemon met him measure for measure.

Good.

He would be disappointed otherwise.

Biting thunder empowered by electric terrain struck the flying-type like divine judgment. He crashed down. A god met a mortal and found it wanting. Giant claws grabbed the fire starter and slammed him into ancient rock. His body strained under mythological strength. He pushed back. Charizard rose and defied divine providence with unrelenting fire. The ground exploded from their clash.

Kanto's icon covered the entire battlefield with a Smokescreen. He swooped down with a vengeance, striking mercilessly into divine flesh. Alola's finest responded with a harsh Dazzling Gleam. His skin was scorched by fae energy. He sent back a Flamethrower to the face.

His allies called him many things.

Tyrant.

BOOM.

Berserker.

CRACK.

Monster.

SCHINK.

He wouldn't deny it. Always climbing to the top, always growing, he shed blood and tears to be where he was now. Even here, it was no different. The moment he sensed such an overwhelming foe, his instincts beckoned him to meet it. The strength before him befits a deity. This was a Pokemon that was on a level he had never faced before.

It excited him.

Like a rampaging beast, he braced for the tormenting Discharge. Skin charred but mind unbending, he crashed into Tapu Koko with wings of steel. He clasped onto the struggling legendary with both claws and threw him outside. Tapu Koko blocked another wave of unforgiving fire. That didn't matter. In an explosive rush, the fire-type closed the distance.

Charizard took a deep breath as the fresh Alolan sun caressed his skin. Perfect. With an open sky, the two flying foes struck with wild abandon. Gladiator met duelist. Berserking rage followed calm elegance. Monster challenged god.

Tapu Koko narrowed its eyes before rushing in with a Steel Wing. Charizard's claws caught it, his skin glowing as solar energy coalesced within his maws. Tapu Koko attempted to retreat.

He did not let it. His grip tightened even when electricity surged into his body. He ignored the pain.

Solar Beam met the legendary fairy point-blank.

BOOOOOOM!

He tossed his opponent to the Alolan soil and stomped on its body with ruthless fury. It did little as the guardian deity pushed back with no effort. Tapu Koko rose in the sky, calm and collected despite the relentless assault. It dawned on Charizard just what the extent of his opponent's power truly was when he saw minor damage on the skin of the legendary guardian.

CRACK!

Tapu Koko closed the distance in an instant. Charizard's reflexes saved him from the brunt of its assault. Instinct mitigated the barrage of steel.

Remember your training.

Smokescreen instantly came forth and the dragon-like Pokemon began bobbing and weaving through the relentless combination. Visions of his spars with his companions swam in his mind. The legendary was as strong as the mouse.

To anyone that did not know Pikachu, comparing the great guardian deity to a common Kanto rat might seem like an insult to the fairy-type.

But it was the opposite.

It was the greatest compliment!

He pushed Tapu Koko back with a furious swing of his tail before backing off to recuperate. The island guardian floated lower, slower, but still unflinchingly stable.

How troublesome.

Charizard took in a labored breath as he felt his body tire. He was taking more than he was dealing. Not ideal. He brought forth his entire arsenal and revealed all his strengths, but compared to a god, what could a mortal ever achieve against it? It should be an inevitable conclusion. Tapu Koko was a force of nature. It was like a mere soldier facing off against a storm. Hopeless.

He growled.

It didn't matter. His trainer trusted in his capabilities. He wouldn't fail that trust. What was the point of second-guessing one's predicament? There were no more questions, simply more action. He shouldn't ask himself if he could do it. He should instead ask what he could do about it.

Let it be said that his trainer never raised a quitter.

FWOOOM!

The flame on his tail grew larger as anger surged within his flesh. The air around him became hotter and Tapu Koko readied itself as Charizard's flames turned superheated. Pain turned to strength. Yes, with Blaze, he could do it. He could defeat a god.

Burn.

He was about to rush forth when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Harsh discipline took firm control of his instincts and his bloodlust was snuffed out in an instant. His trainer smiled at him before turning towards Tapu Koko. "I think that's enough. Any more and I fear that the forest around us is going to combust."

Charizard surveyed the area and noticed the craters and empty battlefield. The surrounding Pokemon must have fled at the sight of their conflict. Just from the brief scuffle between him and his foe, the trees nearby were close to collapsing.

How unfortunate.

Tapu Koko regarded his trainer before nodding. To Charizard's surprise, the legendary Pokemon also acknowledged him before vanishing with nigh impossible speed. As the adrenaline faded, Charizard grunted as he knelt to recover from the brief fight. Red took out a potion and began spraying it on the numerous wounds on his body. The beast barely registered the other humans that joined his trainer.

"I've never seen anything like it," Kukui rushed forward with an excited grin on his face. There were stars in the man's eyes. As he should. "That fight was as hot as an Inferno Overdrive. Wasn't it, Guzma?"

"It was cool," the man admitted.

"It is odd for Tapu Koko to request a battle like that," Hala hummed before staring at his trainer with a contemplative gaze, "He must have seen something that compelled it to test you."

"I'm just as surprised as the rest of you."

Charizard wasn't. He saw Red's potential when he was but a mere Charmander. Pokemon gravitated towards him for good reason. He commanded strength and wisdom in equal spades. He was exceptional despite what his trainer insisted. Just an ordinary trainer? He would deny that with the entirety of his being.

No, Charizard saw him for what he was.

Survivor. Warrior. Champion. He fights because of a goal and he'll join him when he reaches it.

He'd accept no less.

XXX

Kukui figured he understood Red a bit more with every passing day.

Their next stop took them to a place he was quite familiar with. The trio walked beside the Alolan as they took in the man-made creation with awe. It was an amazing sight with its pristine white features and complex architecture. Aether Paradise was one of the wonders of Alola, a technological splendor that sheltered and protected the region's Pokemon. Lusamine and her ilk did a lot of good here.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Kukui crossed his arms as they entered the conservation area. There was a sort of beauty to watching healthy and recovering Pokemon meander through here. Out of all the creations and facilities that Aether Paradise housed, this was his favorite.

"It is," Diantha said, staring with wide eyes. Some of their Pokemon were out with them. His Incineroar was accompanied by their Gardevoir, Garchomp, and Pikachu. "I've never seen anything like this before."

"The people at Aether Foundation want nothing but the best for our Pokemon," Kukui added, "They spare no expense. They're great people."

"That's some high praise," Red observed.

"Rightly deserved," Kukui smiled before noticing familiar white hair and dark skin in the distance. The sight of the woman working alongside a Munchlax did some crazy things to his heart. He ignored the feeling. "And here's one of the people that are responsible for that." The woman turned to see them. He waved at her. "Cynthia, Diantha, Red, this is Burnet."

"Kukui," Burnet perked up at his presence. "I wasn't expecting you here."

"Sorry for coming uninvited."

"Nonsense," Burnet shook her head, "You're always welcome in Aether Foundation. You know how much Lusamine respects your work."

"And I am eternally grateful for it," he acknowledged before pointing at the trio behind him. "I want to introduce a few people to you. I promised to give them a tour of Alola and thought Aether Paradise would be a great stop." The three shook the researcher's hand.

"It's great to meet all of you," Burnet smiled.

"Burnet's one of the leading researchers on Ultra Wormholes," Kukui explained, "She's a prodigy in the field. The president of the foundation personally recruited her. She practically revolutionized Ultra Wormhole technology."

"I wouldn't say that," Burnet laughed, "Lusamine was impressed with my work and wanted an extra opinion. I had a few ideas, but nothing revolutionary."

"Nothing revolutionary, she says," Kukui mimicked, "She's the youngest researcher in Aether Foundation. A lot of the new tech has her name on it."

Burnet rolled her eyes at his praise. "Now you're just flattering me."

"Nothing that I said was untrue."

"I-I suppose not." Despite the reluctance in her tone, the researcher's smile only grew. He admired her humility, but she deserved every credit for the things she'd done. They heard a man clear their throat. Red gave them a knowing look. Cynthia and Diantha laughed as the two Alolan natives immediately looked away. Haha...

Burnet coughed lightly, "Well, I suppose I can help show you the full Aether Paradise experience."

"Are you sure?" Kukui asked. "I know you're normally busy and I can handle something as trivial as this."

"I'm sure," she nodded, "I was mostly done anyway and between you and me, I do know the place better."

He was close to protesting, but stopped at the look on her face. He knew that look. It was the face of a woman that wasn't going to take no for an answer. He had to learn that the hard way over the years. He sighed. "Be my guest."

Burnet was quick to take the lead, explaining in much more detail the purpose and methods of Aether Paradise. Kukui could do nothing but smile and follow the group as his best friend was quick to take control of the situation. The two men were behind the women, content to allow the ladies to talk amongst themselves. Her quick transition from cheerful to professional and then back to cheerful was something to behold. What a woman.

He paused when he noticed Red and Pikachu staring at something in the distance. A blonde girl was happily playing with some of the Pokemon in the conversation area. Ah, he must be curious.

"That's Lillie," Kukui piped up. Red responded with only a nod, refusing to let his eyes off of the girl. "Lusamine's daughter. I believe she's visiting Aether Paradise today along with her brother, Gladion. A smart little girl. She loves Pokemon."

"She's touching them."

The researcher tilted his head at that random observation. Lillie was petting a Rattata. "I suppose she is."

They kept walking and Red eventually turned away. The man seemed lost in thought. Pikachu, himself, had a similar look. Before he could bring it up, however, the trainer's expression changed within an instant and his contemplative nature became one of sly amusement. "So about Burnet."

Kukui blinked before eyeing him suspiciously. "What about her?"

"Do you like her?"

What?!

"That came out of nowhere!" Kukui choked before rapidly turning to look at the group of girls ahead of them. They didn't hear him, thank the Tapus. He focused his attention back on the trainer. "Where is this coming from?"

"Simple observations mostly, and I'll take that as a yes," Red continued and that secret smile of his made the professor-in-training wince. Kukui laughed nervously. "You two are not together?"

"No," he muttered before glaring at the grinning man. "She's too busy for a relationship anyway. It wouldn't work out. Maybe later, when things are more stable, I'd ask her, but I wouldn't want to burden her with me when her career is just starting to blossom."

"She made time for you."

"She was done with her work. We were just lucky."

Red's deadpan expression told him what he thought of that. "Right."

"Why are we talking about my love life?" Kukui huffed. "You're the one in a love triangle."

"I'm in no such thing."

"Don't tell me you cannot see it," he crossed his arms. He refused to believe that he couldn't. Anyone with two working eyes could see it! Even Pikachu nodded at Kukui's words. It was so obvious! When he received no response, he continued, "Seriously? A Pokemon can be stuck in a Smokescreen and they can still see it!"

"What're you two talking about?" His outburst caught the attention of the others. Cynthia, Burnet, and Diantha turned to look at the duo with curiosity. Kukui's exclamations were stopped in their tracks as he glanced at Red. The trainer returned his glance. An understanding was made between them.

"Oh, stuff," Kukui placed an arm around Red and his face brightened when an idea popped into his head, "Just pointing out some of the things here and their abilities. We were talking about a Pokemon ability called Oblivious."

Red rolled his eyes in good fun. "Kukui really knows his stuff. He's quite knowledgeable on Pokemon abilities despite being an expert on Pokemon moves."

"Why thank you, Red."

"Speaking of Pokemon moves, we also talked about some of the ones Kukui personally studied. Like Attract, Captivate, and Cute Charm." Kukui choked on his spit. "He seems to intimately know its effects. He's quite studious."

"T-Thank you, Red."

"That's Kukui for you," Burnet commented with pride. "His research on Pokemon moves is second to none."

The professor-in-training was grateful for the praise, but he winced at her words, especially when Red chuckled at the researcher's declaration. Ugh. With the disaster evaded, the group continued on their tour of Aether Foundation. The Alolan native was content to let things proceed as it were, trusting Burnet to lead them better than he ever could.

He watched Red's interactions with his two traveling companions throughout it all, curious as to whether his friend's words ring true. Kukui was honest when he spoke earnestly with the man. The three had a peculiar relationship that puzzled him. It didn't help Red's case whenever he interacted with the two during their time here. At the end of the day, when it was all said and done, Kukui reached his conclusion.

Either this man is incredibly dense or he's refusing to acknowledge it.

XXX

Weeks passed and they began their attempt at the island trials. They were different from the general gym affair she was used to, but she couldn't say she hated it. It was a refreshing take on combat and she genuinely enjoyed the idea of meeting and fighting the island kahunas.

The Z-moves set them apart from the rest. She looked at the Fightnimum Z given to her from Hala before glancing at Red and Diantha who were also inspecting their own Z-crystals.

They were practicing Z-moves. Her Lucario waited respectfully as she practiced the required movements. They were still sluggish and unrefined. She glanced at the others beside her. Diantha and her Hawlucha were doing a much better job, but she kind of expected that considering her profession.

"Need some help?" Red walked toward her, his Emboar in tow. He was the first to finish among the trio. She wasn't surprised to see him master the motions quickly. He stumbled initially, of course, but he quickly got into the groove of it.

"I wouldn't mind," Cynthia relaxed as he began fixing her stance. She tried again. Her moves were still awkward. She hummed in contemplation. "This is going to take some getting used to."

"You'll get the hang of it in time." Red smiled as he let Emboar join up with Pikachu, Rowlet, Litten, and Primeape. "Practice it enough and it becomes muscle memory."

"Is that how you got it so quickly?"

Red thought for a moment, "In a way, you could say that. I did have some help from Kukui."

"I shouldn't be surprised." It did make sense. Kukui's expertise in the subject was equal to none. He truly had a passion for it. "He does have a fascination with Pokemon moves. Z-moves must be his most studied subject."

"It is," the raven-haired trainer laughed fondly, "he's a great teacher."

The way he said those words tickled Cynthia's mind. It held great admiration and something more. She learned to get used to that when around him, but it never failed to make her curious. They talked some more, letting him guide her as they tried to get the Z-moves to work.

She briefly noted that a lot of the dances she saw from the natives held the same motions for the special techniques. It was enlightening. When she said so, the man nodded.

"Of course," Red said, "Alola incorporated Z-moves into their culture. It is a special part of their life, a sacred tradition passed down for generations. The relationship they have with the flora and fauna here is harmonious. That translates to Z-moves. The synchronicity between trainer and Pokemon is a major factor. It's not just you that is taking part in the Z-move. Lucario has an equal part in this."

Cynthia opened her mouth in understanding before turning towards her long-time Pokemon. Lucario nodded and straightened himself. Her fighting-type always listened to her rival's words. Lucario held great respect for him ever since their first meeting as Riolu. It was curious, but it never led them astray so far.

"Get in sync with your Pokemon." They did so. After a moment of scrutiny, Red nodded in approval. "Now try."

Here goes nothing.

Cynthia and Lucario began their movements. She could feel the Z-crystal resonating as she connected with her Pokemon. Power pooled outward and she felt her breath leave her when fighting energy coalesced into her steel-type. Lucario released a series of punches, each strike growing stronger until the orb of Z-power manifested into an orange fist.

FOOOM!

Sand blew everywhere as the hand zoomed past the field before fading away. Her eyes widened before she laughed in excitement.

Success!

"Red, did you see that?!" She hugged Red in victory.

"I did, Cynthia." The amused tone did little to falter her enthusiasm.

"Now we just have to keep doing it until we're perfect." She let go before turning to Lucario, who crossed his arms in pride at his work. "We got a lot of work to do." Lucario, her ever dutiful guardian, didn't bat an eye and readied again.

"Don't overdo it," Red reminded her.

"Right."

They trained until dusk.

XXX

Living with Red was a completely different experience from traveling with him. It was odd to have a stationary place to stay after traveling for so long, but she couldn't deny that the novelty was refreshing.

Situated near Samson Oak's academy, the cabin was a homely abode crafted of wood and stone. It was fitting for a tropical destination and she certainly didn't mind living here for a year. It was different from staying in Pokemon Centers or camping in the wilderness. They had a kitchen! They had their own bedrooms! She shouldn't be surprised, but she was!

When was the last time she had such an arrangement for anything more than a month? Before she started her journey. That amazed her.

"It's different, isn't it?"

Cynthia perked up when she noticed Red appear from the bathroom, hair still dampened from the shower. Pikachu joined him atop his shoulders as both partner and trainer basked in the morning air. She moved slightly from the couch to let him sit next to her. He obliged. "It is." Cynthia smiled. "I can't say I hate it though."

"After traveling for so long, having a place to call home for a bit is refreshing," her rival lightly laughed. "It's an odd feeling, but it's not bad."

"I'm sure you'll get used to it in time," Cynthia chirped, "What were you planning to do today?"

"I was thinking of traini-"

Of course.

"Nope."

Red paused at her sudden interruption. He gave her an odd look. "Nope?"

"Nope," Cynthia nodded. "You can train later, but not today. We're here to enjoy ourselves, remember?" This was a perfect opportunity. With Diantha gone to prepare for her movie, she had Red all to herself. She was not going to waste it! "I didn't come with you to Alola just for the island trials."

"Says the woman who spent an entire day to get Z-moves right, but a fair point," Red conceded. She mumbled at that. It was entirely an accident. "That leaves the matter of what we're doing still up in the air though."

"We'll go out," her response was swift. It only made sense. She made plans for this. "We'll explore the city, eat, walk, watch a movie or two, maybe take a swim." She began noticing that everything she said could be mistaken for a date, but she ignored it. It had been so long since she'd been with Red so it was only reasonable that she would want to be with him. "Just for today."

"You got it all figured out." Her rival blinked in surprise before laughing softly. "Guess I'll tag along then. It sounds fun."

"Good," Cynthia dragged Red with her. The boy's smile was infectious and she couldn't help but mirror it. "Then let's head off. A day just for the two of us."

"Alright," Red agreed, "Lead the way."

Pikachu gave the two of them a thumbs-up on their way out. She did not want to think about what that meant.

XXX

To Cynthia, the idea of relaxing meant a few things. She liked being around her Pokemon. She was in her element when she trained with them, bonding with her team as each day was another step toward their goal of becoming champions.

She enjoyed a good ice cream. She enjoyed calling her family, to speak with her parents, her sister, and her grandma. She loved a good book, and whenever she encountered ancient ruins on her journey, she found joy in that too. She could even find relaxation in battle. The blood-pumping close calls and the cheer of the crowd became something of a small pleasure as she grew stronger.

But there was something different whenever she was with Red.

She felt safe in his presence. Cynthia wondered if he ever felt the same way. Just as how she would rely on him, she wanted to convey that he could do the same with her.

"Where are we going first?"

"There's a movie I wanted to see."

"Really?" Red blinked in surprise. "I've never taken you for a movie person."

"I like some," she defended. She usually was too busy to enjoy movies, but that didn't apply now. "I do enjoy a good romance from time to time."

He nodded. "I've always preferred an action flick myself."

"That's actually great," Cynthia smiled, "The one I wanted to watch has both, I heard."

Red stared at her in confusion. That confusion turned to suspicion the moment they stepped inside the cinema and soon enough, confusion transformed into horror. She tilted her head cutely as she bought the tickets and snacks. He stared hard at the ticket handed to him and the growing dread that was clear on his face eventually shifted into a resigned sigh.

"I should have expected this." Tickets to The Princess and the Froakie were prominent in his hands. Cynthia giggled as he avoided eye contact with some of the people around them who began pointing in his direction. It wasn't hard to see the resemblance between him and the main character shown in some of the promotional posters around the theaters.

"Aren't you curious to see the movie you've starred in?"

"Not really," Red grinned wryly.

"Well I do," she smiled back, "You always seem to find yourself roped into something. I might as well see what you've been up to on the big screen."

"Life of an adventurer is often unpredictable."

"That doesn't inspire me with confidence."

Red paused to think about it before giving a small smirk. "Fair point."

"The movie's about to start," Cynthia nudged him playfully. "Let's go."

He sighed but didn't object. They headed to their seats. It wasn't a lie when she said that she was genuinely curious about the movie. She wondered just how well he did. Diantha mentioned once that he did a great job for a beginner.

When the movie showed Red's face, she couldn't help but crack a smile as her rival mumbled beside her. He grabbed some popcorn and threw it into his mouth.

Come now, Red. You look handsome in that shot.

He made a great hero.

XXX

"You're really into that kiss, huh, Red?"

"It was just acting, Cynthia."

"Uh-huh," her words oozed faux understanding. Her eyes twitched as the movie continued, "Diantha's definitely enjoying it."

"She's a great actress."

"Acting, right."

XXX

Rowlet had a lot to understand about her trainer.

It was somewhat shocking, to be perfectly honest. Red's Pokemon, in many ways, knew much about him, but there were also things that they didn't know. As each year's team was left to join the other veterans, stories were shared about the tales they had in every region. His Pokemon got to know more about him through everyone's individual experiences.

Rowlet was the newest member of her flock, but she had the distinct honor of meeting the seasoned warriors of Red's past early. The owl learned much from the varied personalities that were willing to offer them.

The adventures he had in the past regions left her, Rockruff, and Litten in wonder. The tales they told depicted the raven-haired man as a fine traveler that met so many different Pokemon and faced so many different trainers.

When Palpitoad, Leavanny, and Serperior told of their antics in Unova, of the battles they had against a criminal organization, she was glued to her seat to listen to it. When Pidgeot, Butterfree, and Venusaur chipped in about Red's younger years when he saved an entire ship from the clutches of Team Rocket, she took it all in like a Magikarp to water.

Feraligatr claimed that they saw a legendary Pokemon in Johto! Garchomp mentioned fighting the champion of Unova!

It was almost too crazy to believe that she was with a trainer like that. Blastoise called him a trouble magnet. He could attract the oddest of things.

She accepted that halfheartedly at first. After all, from the admiration they all had for their trainer, she assumed that they exaggerated their stories to make their trainer look better. When she said so when meeting Unfezant for the first time, the fellow bird trilled in amusement.

It will only be a matter of time.

Her words made Rowlet wary. What could possibly happen in Alola? Her trainer himself admitted that they were just there to do the trials and take a break from their efforts of conquering the Pokemon League. It was a year to unwind.

Then he battled Tapu Koko this year and all of her doubts were dashed away.

She really was with a trainer like that. How amazing.

She followed her seniors, Dewott and Boldore, through Melemele City. Alongside her, Litten and Rockruff followed them like two freshly hatched Duckletts. She supposed the awe never left them, even after hanging out with such strong Pokemon frequently. Rowlet knew that the three of them had a lot to live up to. They were among some impressive folks!

Boldore watched over them like a stoic protector. The rock-type diligently took care of his juniors while Red was away and the owl was grateful for the responsible Pokemon since Dewott was more chill and carefree with his guardianship.

Dewott paused and raised his hand to stop them. Rowlet tilted her head in confusion before noticing what was in front of them. His trainer stood side by side with that friendly woman, Cynthia, she recalled. Another thing she noticed about her worthwhile trainer was his close connection to her.

She once asked if the two were courting.

She received a great variety of answers from her flock.

Yes, Snorlax, Kingler, Tauros, and other like-minded individuals adamantly insisted.

No, were the words of comrades like Goodra, Hawlucha, and Noivern.

Maybe, from those like Buizel, Glalie, and Torkoal.

It was one of the few things that many in her flock seemed to be unsure about. From her observations, the two definitely had a special bond. What kind of bond was the question. Dewott sneakily ran towards them and the rest followed. She assumed they were currently in an odd courting ritual of sorts. They were dressed well. That usually meant they wanted to impress the other, right? Sometimes that wasn't the case. Humans could be weird sometimes.

"I heard that it takes months to make a reservation here," Rowlet heard Red comment as they neared the duo. The owl glanced and noticed a rather high-end restaurant nearby. Her trainer stared at Cynthia with curiosity. "How'd you make this happen?"

"It wasn't originally my first pick," the blonde admitted, "I called to see if it was even possible, but apparently the owner's a big fan of mine and offered to make some room for us. I accepted, of course."

"People from other regions are already recognizing you," Red noted with a teasing tone, "You're getting quite famous."

Cynthia rolled her eyes, "As if you have any right to talk, Prince of Celestic."

"Ouch. The Princess of Sinnoh has thorns." He opened the door for her and the two walked in. Rowlet thought that was it for them. She was content to give the two their privacy, but Dewott had other plans. Immense curiosity got the best of the water-type and he began sneaking into the establishment.

What?

Rowlet turned to Boldore for some help. The rock-type seemed to have had enough of the Unova starter's tomfoolery and held back Litten and Rockruff from joining in. Thank the Tapus for him. It didn't take long for Dewott to get caught.

He was kicked out nigh instantly.

Dewott didn't take it lying down and began finding another way to get inside the restaurant. She watched on in amusement. It was good that such situations occurred, she supposed. For all their might and battling prowess, for all their statuses as conquerors and heroes, the fact that her flock could let loose and enjoy themselves like this reassured her of Red's character.

He might be a traveler with grand tales of adventure, but he still enjoyed the smaller things in life. From the way her flock built him up, he felt larger than life, but it was nice to see him spend time as any normal teenager should.

And Dewott was kicked out of the restaurant again.

The owl sighed.

XXX

As the day moved on, they would enter a familiar routine. They enjoyed a lot of what Alola had to offer. They watched a few more movies, enjoyed the exotic cuisine only found on these islands, and sat beside each other, wet and laughing, after experiencing the tropical beaches that made Alola so special. It was a wonderful memory that Cynthia would treasure for the rest of her days.

There was still more she wanted to experience with him, and as the sun began to set, the blonde smiled as she poked her rival in the cheeks. He turned his gaze away from the setting sun to look at her curiously. They were both still in their swimwear, covered by warm, dry towels.

"Ready to go?" Red's question prompted her to shake her head.

"There's one more thing I want to do today."

"You really did plan this out," he observed, "what else is there to do?"

"There's a festival going on in Hau'oli City tonight," Cynthia said, "I heard that it's an experience to remember."

Red's eyes widened in surprise before nodding with a small smile. She took his hand and got up. They grabbed their things and prepared for the trip. Their experience here was already doing them some good. It might have been because of the serene atmosphere that permeated the region's nightlife. Alola's culture was as fluid as the oceans around them. There was a certain harmony here that the other regions didn't have. Everything felt like it had a reason.

The constant push and pull of the waves brought new things to its shores, the diverse Ride Pokemon kept the people connected, and every single motion that trainers wrought in battle held purpose and focus. She learned a good thing or two from it. Her skills as a battler adapted and improved to the new challenges the region brought.

They blended old traditions into their everyday life. From someone that originated from Sinnoh, she loved it.

"Where did you hear about this?"

"Kukui mentioned it in passing."

Red laughed at that. "Of course he did."

When they reached the festival and noticed how the people danced to music uniquely their own, she could see where such motions inspired Alola's Z-moves. She planned to simply watch the people dance and maybe enjoy the food and fireworks. It felt like a fine way to end the day.

Red disagreed.

"May I have this dance?"

Her eyes widened when she noticed him offer his hand. She looked at it for a moment before smiling nervously. "I'm not that good at dancing."

"Neither am I," he gently took her hand and she willingly followed him into the dance floor. Her eyes focused solely on his as they were pulled close to each other, "but when has that ever stopped us?"

It never did.

They joined up with the other tourists and natives as they tried to match the beat of the music. They weren't that good. She lost count of the number of times they stepped on each other's feet. They laughed at their own mistakes. They didn't need to be perfect. This wasn't a battle where a single flaw could cost them a match. It was just two people having fun. It was a heady feeling. Despite the crowd, they were in their own world.

He spun her around, his grin growing when he caught her before she tumbled. She giggled when he almost tripped as he pulled her back and before she knew it, she had her arms around him. It was chaotic. It was unrefined. It wasn't majestic at all. She didn't care.

They were enjoying themselves and that was all that mattered.

"Thank you for today." Despite the noise of the crowd, she could hear his words clearly.

"You look like you needed it," Cynthia said. She gave him a pout when he laughed. "Don't deny that you were going to Alola just for the island challenges, Red. I know what goes on in that head of yours."

"Clearly," Red acquiesced, holding her gently as they began matching the change in music. She briefly noted the slower shift in tone. "Still, I do owe you for this. I'll find somewhere nice and we coul-"

"You don't owe me anything, Red." Her hands found their way to his neck. Her body shivered when she noticed his hands on her hips. "I did this because I wanted to. I'm not expecting anything back for it. I had fun too."

He nodded, "I'll still do it anyway." She was about to protest before she caught her breath when he pulled her closer. "Because I want to. I don't expect anything back either, Cynthia."

His lips were so invitingly close.

She tried to find something else to focus on.

Warm, amber eyes that she could drown in...

Strong, firm arms that hugged her close to his body...

...

That's not working!

The rushing of her blood drowned the noise. The temptation to wet her lips grew with each passing second. Would he notice it? Every second felt like minutes. The distance between them was almost zero. She could close the gap between them with but a nudge. He smelled of the ocean and electricity. Why did she find that so attractive?

FWOOOOOOOOOSH!

CRACKLE!

Before she did something that she would regret, Red separated from her at the sound of fireworks. The night sky was lit up with a variety of different colors. That observation was brief, however, for her thoughts were in complete disarray. She took a deep breath to calm her thundering heart.

She almost missed his words as her head was somewhere else completely. "Let's get a better view."

"Yeah, okay," she breathed. Her hands intertwined with his as he carefully navigated them out of the crowd and to a hill close by. It took a moment to regain her bearings but eventually found herself staring at the man as he watched in wonder at the beautiful lights that bathed them. He looked so handsome when he was in peace.

Definitely worth it.

She didn't notice that neither bothered to let go of the other's hand.

XXX

"How about this one?"

"Stunning."

"And this one?"

"Beautiful."

Diantha pouted as she put the two dresses back on the rack. "You know, Red, saying everything is good doesn't help me choose what to buy."

"You'll get both regardless of what I say," Red chuckled as he took Diantha's bags. They walked through Hau'oli City Mall after working on a scene for her latest film. He was with her today under her invitation. While not actively participating in her latest movie, she always found his company worthwhile.

"You know me so well."

"The consequence of my journey with you during Kalos," Red said, "and your habit of taking me everywhere with you in Alola."

"Now now, I bring Cynthia with me too," Diantha rebutted, "The girl could use a good shopping trip from time to time. Visiting Alolan ruins and studying its history is hardly the most relaxing thing in the world."

"She enjoys it."

"I learned that the hard way," she replied dryly. She remembered the moments when the Kalos star spent time with the Sinnoh native. She was passionate about her interests. Very passionate. It was a side she hadn't seen before. "You two are quite alike when it comes down to it. Tirelessly doing what you love."

"You're just as diligent, Diantha," Red followed her as she began inspecting another article of clothing. "Your work ethic when it comes to your job is on par." When she opened her mouth to argue, he continued, "Don't try to deny it. I've worked with you long enough to know. Even Kathi Lee agrees with me."

The star laughed softly before finally nodding to herself. She took a white beret she spotted with her. "I guess all three of us are similar in that regard."

"I don't think it's a bad thing."

"It's not," Diantha agreed, "in moderation. That's why I drag you and her around with me." She showed him a pretty black sundress. "What do you think of this one?"

"It looks good."

Diantha took it and continued, "I would like to get to know more about you too. I know you have ambitions of becoming a champion. Where are you going next after Alola? I heard Galar's a challenging region to undertake."

"I've never been to Galar," Red's expression showed one of genuine interest at the thought, but he shook his head, "but I was thinking of taking a page out of Cynthia's book and redo a previous region I've been to."

Oh? Diantha turned to him. "Which one?"

"I've always wanted to challenge Alder in a real match," Red replied. "I've fought him once before. He's tough and hardy, but I guess traveling for so long could do that to a person."

"Unova," Diantha said, "I've been there. Nimbasa and Castelia City were absolutely stunning. You'd make a wonderful champion."

"You have a lot of confidence in my abilities."

"Of course I do." She put a shirt back on the rack. She sent a teasing smile his way. "You defeated me and only the best can beat me. If the people that can challenge me are of the highest caliber then my losses look spectacular rather than diminishing. Wouldn't you agree?"

"How sly of you."

"I don't hear a no."

Red chuckled, "Those are some high bars to meet nonetheless."

"You'll meet them," she said. After learning more about him over the months, she knew he would. He had always been a reliable sort. It was one of the things she admired the most about him. "Though don't think just because you've beaten me once that it will happen again."

"Good," he said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

They continued their small outing through Melemele City. She had to keep her wits about when around him. His competitive nature always lit a fire inside Diantha. Being by his side reminded her of why she wanted to be a champion. To be among the best in the world. Working on her career sometimes clouded her from that thought. Red made sure to take care of that every single time. It felt good.

If she wasn't careful, he'd sweep her off her feet. Not the most terrible fate in the world, but she figured Cynthia wouldn't be pleased.

XXX

Mentorship. To guide and teach those inexperienced through the wisdom of those their elder.

Torracat and Midday Lycanroc were sent flying. Dartrix let out a startled hoot as she blocked an incoming Leaf Blade. It was for naught as the owl didn't expect a large grassy tail to the face. The three landed on the soft sand of the Melemele beaches. Sceptile stared at his juniors as the trio struggled to rise.

His trainer asked him to train these three, confident of the sage's ability to further improve their potential.

He accepted, of course.

Sceptile deftly moved away from Torracat's Fire Fang before grabbing the cat and slamming the fire-type at a charging Lycanroc. He looked up to see Dartrix prepare a Brave Bird. She dived down. The radiating power of her Brave Bird was impressive. Not quite the power of his companion, Staraptor, but with enough training, it could very well be.

He threw Lycanroc at her.

The owl tried to stop herself to no avail.

BOOM!

The two fell back to the earth. Torracat tried a Crunch on his foot. Sceptile intercepted it with Dragon Pulse.

How impatient.

The three took deep breaths as they slowly recuperated from the grass-type's calm offense. They had plenty of power, but not a lot of control. It was quite obvious to see after his brief spar with them. He understood why his trainer chose him out of all his Pokemon. Among Red's mighty roster, he had the patience and control needed to teach these three the lesson Red wanted to give.

They needed to work together. Some of the trials required teamwork. If power alone wasn't enough to take on a foe, they needed to use every other advantage given to them. It was a hard lesson that Sceptile had to understand from his times with Pikachu during his Hoenn journey.

He waited for them to recover. Lycanroc was the first up, unsurprisingly. The wolf was the most energetic of the bunch, a stark contrast to the laziness of Torracat. When the dog charged in with Accelerock, he clashed with a rain of Bullet Seeds. The collision created a blanket of sand. It blocked the sage's vision.

Sceptile closed his eyes as he expanded his other senses. The Hoenn starter heard the rushing of fire and jumped up as the footprints of Torracat reached him.

Better. Create disadvantages for the opponent. They were thinking.

Unfortunately for them, Sceptile's senses were sharpened to a higher level than they were expecting.

His smell was telling him of nearing foliage; the scent of familiar feathers from above.

SMACK!

He only had a moment to block a Brave Bird that swooped down the moment he jumped. They used his opportunity in the air for an aerial dive, knowing the grass-type's ability to dodge was limited. Not bad. Dartrix could be very silent when needed to be.

He was pushed back, his body flying and twisting midair. Sceptile took a moment to process his predicament before instinctively landing on the sand with little trouble. He opened his eyes to stare.

Dartrix stood atop Lycanroc. Torracat was licking his bruises from the endeavor. Sceptile's eyes narrowed when the owl was whispering to her two companions. It must have been her strategy. They were beginning to understand the purpose of his training.

Color him impressed.

Best not to let them think they were winning, however. Another lesson Red taught him was to never celebrate until victory was completely assured. He blasted forward, sand kicking up from his mad dash to the three. They immediately scattered. Sceptile swerved to Dartrix, much to the owl's horror.

The sky couldn't protect her from Bullet Seed and Dragon Pulse. Cat and dog tried to keep him occupied. They failed without their leader. A stray seed caught Dartrix's wing and sent her tumbling to the ground. Sceptile took the opportunity to release a Leaf Blade and with one swoop, a single slash took the three of them out.

He released a breath as he walked toward them. They were good. Sceptile was about to complement their efforts when he noticed Dartrix's body puff into smoke.

Substitute.

The sage widened his eyes before spinning behind him to see the owl's own Leaf Blade cut through. Sceptile took the hit and retaliated with his own. When the Alolan starter dropped down, he took a moment to touch the shallow slash on his chest.

It was a desperate last stand. Dartrix kept the move hidden from him for a moment like this. The Leaf Blade could use some work, however. It could be sharper, better, faster. He glanced back at his three beaten companions.

"What do you think of them?" Sceptile focused his attention on his returning trainer. Pikachu waved at him. The grass-type shrugged before nodding. "You're impressed? That's good." His trainer got to work treating the fallen before Sceptile clicked his tongue before pointing at Dartrix. Red observed the sleeping owl before looking back up at the Hoenn starter. "You want her under your wing?" He nodded. His trainer smiled. "She impressed you that much, huh? I don't mind. Please treat her well."

The three had a lot to do, but they had his approval.

With enough work, they would be ready for the rest of the island trials.

XXX

Their meeting with the second kahuna was a stark contrast to the first.

Hala was wise, collected, yet joyful with a grandiose presence. He truly looked and acted like what a kahuna should be in Cynthia's mind. He was a leader, a great one. His age commanded respect. His might demanded obedience. Wisdom and power went hand in hand for the older man. He was a kahuna that had experienced and lived through generations.

Olivia was very different.

"You have such beautiful Pokemon!" The girl could be seen interacting with their teams. She was young, surprisingly so. She didn't know that kahunas could look so youthful until she mentioned how recently she had been anointed. The difference shed light on the many personalities the leaders of each island could embody.

Hala was strong in mind and body. His skills were tempered throughout the years. Olivia was young and what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in talent. She had a gift, one that was uniquely suited for her role as a kahuna. Her ability to communicate and understand Pokemon was mesmerizing to watch.

"This Garchomp's a fierce one, huh?" Olivia smiled as she gently touched the head of her dragon. Garchomp did not seem to mind at all. Astonishing. Only her family and Red could touch her dragon this freely. "A happy yet powerful maiden. Her heart is full of love. She is well taken care of." The kahuna nodded to Cynthia. She nodded back.

"We've been through everything together," she huffed with pride.

"It's clear to see," Olivia praised before staring at Diantha's Gardevoir with great interest. Just as easily as she touched Garchomp, she took Gardevoir's hands with no issue. "And this one's bond is just as special."

The star's interest was piqued. "Do tell."

"A bond so strong that it transcends words." The kahuna explained much to Cynthia and Diantha's surprise. What did she mean by that? "She has put great trust in you and vice versa. It's a beautiful friendship bound by love and understanding."

Diantha and Gardevoir glanced at each other before grinning at the kahuna. Whatever was said between them was lost to the Sinnoh native. Apparently, they were astounded. "I didn't think anyone could pick that up so quickly." The actress hummed. "You truly are something."

Olivia laughed, "I have a lot to live up to, but I try!" She turned to Red's Pikachu and studied it with intrigue. "How about this little guy?" The kahuna knelt in front of the mouse with fascination. Her expression was hard to decipher as she glanced between trainer and Pokemon. "It's hard to spot, but those are some melancholic eyes." The kahuna hugged the mouse. "You two must have been through so much."

Hm?

She turned to Red. Diantha stared too. "What does she mean by that?"

"Must be the training we've been through," Red's words were light and pensive. "It can be rather strenuous."

A believable excuse, but something in Cynthia's heart told her that was a lie. She hummed in thought before returning her attention to Pikachu and Olivia.

The kahuna stopped hugging the mouse and a relieved smile graced her lips. "But I can see the two of you found happiness." Pikachu nodded. "I'm glad." She stood up and looked at the three of them cheerily. "Now, I'm still unused to the role so please bear with me. Having three people wanting to try the trial is something I haven't done before."

"Oh, that's fine," Diantha said, "We didn't mean to trouble you."

"It's no trouble at all," Olivia laughed, "Just unexpected, but that's part of the job. Got to roll with the punches."

The group continued to explore Akala Island. She halfheartedly paid attention to the kahuna as she walked closer to Red. Diantha spotted her and gave a wink as the star began distracting the kahuna with small talk. The blonde flushed at the action but continued. He didn't notice her as he followed the group in a contemplative mood. When the Sinnoh native joined his side, she nudged him softly. "Hey."

Red blinked before turning to her. He held a small smile. "Hey."

Cynthia decided that she disliked the faux normalcy in his tone. His expression looked so fake. Something was clearly bothering him. She moved closer and kept her words quiet. "What was that about?"

"Hm?"

"What did she mean," Cynthia explained, "when she said that you and Pikachu have been through a lot?"

Red's smile faded slightly at her question. "Training, as I said."

She narrowed her eyes. "You shouldn't lie to me."

He winced and looked away. "It's really nothing."

Red didn't want to talk about it. Should she demand answers for something that wasn't any of her business? She didn't think so. She was worried though. Cynthia hesitated on what to do next but took a deep breath as she took his hand and squeezed it lightly. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then let me help you," Cynthia's steel-grey eyes focused on his warm amber. "I don't need an explanation if you can't give one. The last thing I want to do is intrude, but if there's anything I can do, all you have to do is ask." She squeezed his hand. "I just want to know if you're alright." That was all that mattered to her in the end.

Red considered her for a moment before sighing. "Just bad memories. I'm over it now though." He raised a hand to reassure her when she remained doubtful. "I promise! Olivia said it herself. We found happiness here. It's all in the past."

"If you say so," Cynthia let go but kept her gaze on him. "But if you ever want to talk..."

"You'll be the first person I'll turn to," Red grinned and this time it held genuine cheer. She relaxed. "Thank you for the concern."

"Why wouldn't I be worried? You're important to me," Cynthia huffed. He should value himself more. There were plenty of people that would say the same thing in her place. He touched a lot of lives. There were so many that would be willing to lend an ear.

Red didn't say anything to that, but his smile looked a lot more real and the Sinnoh native considered that a victory.

XXX

Olivia wasn't expecting a trio like them this early into her role.

She should though. She was recently chosen to be kahuna and with that title came a slew of responsibilities. As the youngest of them, she had a duty to learn and care for Akala Island. She was enthusiastic about her job, but her inexperience could catch her unawares at times.

She stretched as she stepped out of the Wela Volcano Park. The three with her were strong. Their power was nigh overwhelming when she saw it firsthand. To think that she had to do trials for them while she was still an inexperienced kahuna was nerve-wracking at first, but she knew that like how it was a test for them, it was a test for her from her Tapu. Adapting on the fly to overcome all obstacles was a common trait of previous kahunas.

"The Wela Fire Festival?" Cynthia blinked as she looked at the long stairs that led to a shrine by the volcano.

"That's right!" Olivia grinned as she showed them a Wela Crown. "The festival is coming up, which is why it's kind of hard for me to do your trials. I have to prepare for it." If she was a more experienced kahuna, she knew that she could manage her new busy schedule much better. That will come in time though so it wasn't an immediate worry. "Why don't you join us until then?"

"A celebration of fire-type Pokemon by a volcano sounds like a fitting setting," Diantha said. "We wouldn't mind experiencing it."

"It sounds fun," Red grinned before glancing at Pikachu. "Who should we bring with us?" The mouse let out an excited cry. "Infernape, huh? Yeah, he'd probably enjoy it."

The blonde trainer perked up. "It's been a while since I've seen him."

The kahuna laughed as the trio discussed amongst themselves. It was hard to believe that the mouse and trainer could harbor so much sorrow judging from their attitude now. When she first saw the sadness in Pikachu's eyes, it was so hard to spot, that she almost missed it. It was haunting.

The thought of the pains the two shared was sickening to think about. What happened to them to develop such despondency?

She didn't know. They buried it, locking it up like a vault, only to never open it. It wasn't healthy.

"You still don't have a fire-type, Cynthia?"

"Sinnoh doesn't have a lot of them, Red."

Diantha giggled. "What a shame."

"I haven't seen a fire-type from you either, Diantha," Cynthia crossed her arms.

"Ah, well you see..."

But Olivia had a feeling she didn't have to worry about it. The kahuna grinned at the sight of their antics. The bonds he made seemed to banish the lingering misery that clung to the two. She wasn't lying when she said that they found happiness here.

Regardless if they noticed it or not, they were content. Everyone had nightmares in their closets. Everyone had experienced sorrow and hardship before. Tragedies weren't as uncommon as she would have liked, but from wounds and injuries also comes recovery and healing.

Tapu Lele taught her that.

Olivia was thankful for her unique gift of understanding Pokemon. It made things easier during her reign as a kahuna. The stories of those that come and go should be remembered. Was that why the Akala guardian deity chose her? It was hard to interpret their god's intentions at the best of times.

Nonetheless, she would do her best to live up to the title of kahuna in her own way!

Garchomp and Gardevoir were beside the kahuna watching along with her. She whispered to the two. "Who do you think will confess first?"

The psychic-type smugly beamed. Diantha's ace was confident in her trainer's victory. The same couldn't be said for Cynthia's. The dragon grumbled to herself as if the idea of her trainer confessing sounded alien to her.

Haha!

XXX

"You've been in a good mood lately."

Red hummed before turning to see Kukui writing in his notebook while studying the Greninja before him. He was tending to Lycanroc. Torracat was asleep by his side. Months passed since Kukui's fateful meeting with the black-haired trainer. A routine was born from it as he watched Red adjust to a different lifestyle. It was interesting to see the usually collected trainer fumble around with the idea of living in one spot for an entire year.

It looked to be doing this man some good though. From what Cynthia told him about Red, the man definitely needed this vacation.

"Really?" Red paused in thought. "I haven't noticed."

"You're more relaxed," Kukui grinned, jotting a note down as the frog shinobi threw a few Water Shurikens at a defending Dartrix, "Your smiles are a lot nicer too."

"Alola's been good to me."

"Is that all that has been good to you lately?"

Red glanced at him carefully. Kukui's grin only quirked up at the man's look. "I'm not sure what you're implying."

"Cynthia."

"My rival," Red's words were quick and smooth. It was a little too quick in Kukui's opinion. "My best friend."

"Nothing more?"

"Nothing more." At his friend's words, the researcher glanced at Pikachu. Pikachu looked back. Heh.

"Sure," Kukui's disbelief was quite clear much to the exasperation of Red. He returned his focus to Greninja. "I'm still not sure how he works. The transformation made his Water Shurikens stronger, but not anywhere near the one he threw at the Lumiose Conference."

"It was a unique case," he replied.

"Do you know how it triggered?"

"Our minds were one at that moment," Red said, "I'm not sure how to explain it. Our goals, our dreams, and our thoughts were in sync. Something clicked and we just did it. There wasn't much to think about." He smiled softly as he recalled the experience. Greninja nodded. "It was like reliving a memory."

"I thought it was a Z-move at first," Kukui admitted, "but you didn't have a Z-ring or a Z-crystal when we met and it didn't feel like it used the same energy." He tapped his chin with his pen. "Then again, you didn't use a Mega Stone and Key Stone either. This completely throws any of my working theories out the window."

Red shrugged as if the thought of this phenomenon was not the greatest enigma Kukui had the honor of studying. "The world has plenty of mysteries left to uncover. This is just one of them."

"I'd have to ask Sycamore and Rowan for their expertise on the matter." Kukui scratched his head. "Three heads may be better than one for this. It has traits from my specialty, but the evolutionary aspect is lost on me. Just how in sync are you two?"

"We trust each other completely," Red replied. "We feel each other's pain. We share each other's perspectives. I can guide him on the battlefield, but if we get hit, I'd have to take it too or we both go down."

He whistled at the answer. "There are so many things I'd write about that if I could only study it more in-depth. Unfortunately, I don't have the tools for it. The idea of being connected at that level is a staggering thought."

"It wasn't always this seamless," he recalled. "When our bond wavers, this does as well. It was a struggle getting it under control and the process was an exhausting affair." He smiled as he patted Greninja's shoulders. The frog stood taller at the touch. "We had to do a little soul searching before we could effectively use it, but I'd never regret it. My Pokemon mean the world to me."

Kukui nodded at that. He closed his notebook and pocketed it. "Then I think we'll call this little endeavor done for now. I'll ask some of my peers from the other regions if they know anything about it and I'll come back to you on what I've found."

"You do not have to do this, but I appreciate it."

"As you said, the world has plenty of mysteries left to uncover." After some of the things he'd seen, it was never more true than now. "I'm simply doing my job as a professor. In fact, I should thank you for this opportunity. I never would have thought I'd get to research something like this."

"I trust you." His words made the Alolan beam. "And I did promise you'd get to study Greninja anyway."

"That you did," Kukui said before smiling mischievously. "Now why don't you tell me about the date you had with Cynthia."

"Not a date."

"How about the one with Diantha?"

"She took me out shopping. Not exactly a date."

He snorted. "Sure thing, Red. Whatever you say."

The trainer rolled his eyes at the Alolan's antics. Honestly, the girls should thank him for his efforts. Trying to get Red to even acknowledge it was a monumental task.

XXX

Nanu didn't care much for a lot of things.

In fact, he didn't care much for his kahuna duties despite being picked by an immortal island fairy. Oh, that didn't mean he wasn't going to do it. Nanu didn't want to speak to his immensely powerful boss about why he was shirking his job, but his responsibilities were a chore. Of all the people they had to pick...what did Tapu Bulu see in him? No idea. He might never know, to be honest. The guardian deities could be hard to read, even for the respective kahunas.

At least the battles were fun.

Still, he had much better things to do. Like amusing himself with his kendama. Haha! The ball attached to the string was tossed. It failed to stick the landing. Ugh.

"There's a trick to it, y'know?"

"There probably is, but I cannot be bothered to care," Nanu turned to look at the person who spoke up. Lightly tanned skin paired with hair as black as coal and eyes of startling amber. His clothes were fitted for tropical weather. Hm. He looked familiar. "What do you want, brat? I got some very important business to tend to."

"I've come for the grand trial," he answered. "I was told that you can provide it for me."

"You got the wrong guy." Nanu sighed as he tried the ball toss again. Failed. Tch. "Try looking in Malie City. The gym there may have your kahuna."

"Sorry, but that trick won't work on me," the trainer chuckled, "and really, the Kantonian Gym?"

"It was worth a shot," Nanu finally focused on the man. "What's your name, kid?"

He offered his hand. "Red Satoshi."

Ah, that was why he looked so familiar. His old acquaintance, Giovanni, mentioned him once. Nothing more than a passing conversation. It was one of the few times he saw the cold and calculated man speak in a more mellow fashion. Their relationship became more distant as time went on, but there were moments when they just talked. Simpler times. He took his hand and shook. "Call me Nanu."

"Do you always lie about your identity?"

"If I think I can get away with it," Nanu smirked and let go, "It worked on two girls before you so I like to say that it's fairly reliable."

Red rolled his eyes. "I am friends with those two girls."

Nanu shrugged, "Two out of three ain't so bad, eh?"

"They're smart." Despite his defense of them, Nanu noticed the amusement in his eyes. "They'll figure it out sooner or later."

He chortled at the thought. "If they even want to try the trial, they better."

"So it's some sort of test?"

"When I first made it up? Not really," Nanu shrugged, "but it's as good as an excuse as any. It filters out the experienced trainers from the naive."

Red's lips quirked up. "That's one way to do it."

He had no reason to defend his actions. He tried to toss the ball again. Still didn't land. A shame. "Not every kahuna is as honorable as Hala."

"And not every kahuna should," Red nodded. "You are chosen because the Tapus believe that you are most suited to continue the traditions of that island. They aren't omniscient, they can make mistakes, but I like to think that most of the time, they picked correctly."

He stopped playing with his kendama. The dark-type specialist narrowed his eyes. "I suppose you're right." He crossed his arms. This trainer wasn't what he expected. This was the guy Giovanni was intrigued by? How surprising. "For a foreigner, you do know your stuff. Where are you from?"

"Kanto," he said. Nanu hummed noncommittally. "I live in Sinnoh now though."

"Did you meet a man named Giovanni during your travels?" He stared long and hard at the trainer's expression for any indication of the criminal's true background.

Red held an impressive poker face. "I've fought him once for the Earth Badge." He raised a brow. "Why'd you ask?"

"Just curious. He mentioned you," Nanu commented. "He's quite impressed." It was hard to rouse the Team Rocket Boss nowadays. The kid left a mark on him. Why? No idea. Nanu wouldn't mind finding out.

"Really?" Red blinked in bewilderment. "I wouldn't think he'd be impressed by me of all people."

"You'd be surprised," he shrugged. "Well, if you can stir his fighting spirit, I guess you're worthy enough for the trials. Let's head to the ba-"

"You!"

"There's the lying dastard."

Nanu shivered as he heard two familiar voices in the distance. Judging from Red's growing amusement, he could figure out just who they were coming from. He looked behind him to see two women scorned along with a Gardevoir and Garchomp in tow. Of course.

"I would suggest you hide, but they'd probably find you anyway."

"Heh."

He tossed the ball. It landed on the spike.

XXX

"Guzma, wait!"

He reached out with his arm only to flinch when the white-haired man batted it off. The trainer left with a snarl. He didn't know how it happened. He didn't know why it happened. Sure, they weren't the most friendly of rivals, but they were rivals. They were each other's measure. They were picked by Hala. To learn under one of the wise kahunas was an honor.

It befuddled him. Guzma lost, but everyone loses sometimes. He'd grow stronger from this. He knew that.

Z-moves are useless. I'm better off without them.

He couldn't believe it.

"Is this the wrong time?"

Kukui blinked as he looked at the sight of Red walking towards him, umbrella in hand. Pikachu was perched atop his shoulders as always. The pitter-patter of the rain must have dulled his senses. He sighed. "Sorry you had to see that."

"That was Guzma, wasn't it?" Red gazed at where the young man ran off to. "He looked to be in a sour mood."

"That's an understatement," Kukui crossed his arms and released a breath, "We had a spar. I won. There was an argument and things got out of hand."

The foreigner hummed in contemplation. "Ah, I see."

He frowned in exasperation. "I just don't get it. He's one of the best trainers in Alola. He gives me a run for my money every time, but he's always so..."

"Moody?"

"That's a kinder way of saying it," he chuckled.

Red's eyes softened. "You two are rivals."

"Yeah," Kukui scratched the back of his head. "My best rival, really." He cracked a small smile. "I know it doesn't look like it at the moment, but he is a good guy. His distaste for Z-moves aside, he was picked by Hala for a reason."

"Alongside you."

"Alongside me. We study under him," Kukui admitted, "but he never really took Hala's teachings to heart. I always kept encouraging him to try harder. If he put his mind to it, I'm sure he could beat the island trials. He just doesn't put in the effort, at least not anymore."

"You're frustrated."

"Is it wrong to want what's best for others?" Kukui furrowed his brows.

"It's not," Red shook his head, "but every trainer approaches victories and defeats differently. Just like how you compare yourself to him, he too compares himself to you. He must have found himself wanting."

"He's a magnificent battler," Kukui argued, "one of the best I know."

"Does he think of himself that way?" The foreigner smiled softly. "I am not saying this to be hurtful, but I want you to look at it from his perspective." He motioned to his lab coat and Hala's abode. "You are studying to be a Pokemon researcher and are one of the finest battlers in Alola. You mastered Z-moves. You are apprenticed under both Hala and Samson Oak and are beloved by many in the region. Guzma is a masterful fighter and an amazing tactician but under the weight of your achievements, he would falter."

Kukui opened his mouth to argue, only to pause. Did Guzma really think that way? Sure, people didn't seem to think much about his rival, but Guzma never looked to be affected by it. He could beat anyone that thought otherwise and his talent was indisputable. Not a lot of people would say it to his face either.

But just because he didn't look affected by it didn't mean he wasn't.

The professor-in-training sighed. "I messed up."

"It wasn't your fault to begin with."

"I know, I know. I'm just moping." Kukui took a deep breath. "I don't know what I can do to help him."

"Let him think," his answer was still as calm as ever. His friend had always been so composed ever since he met him. That silent confidence bolstered him. "I don't think he would entertain seeing you right now."

"You're probably right," he nodded, gazing at Red before chuckling to himself. "You're always like this, you know?"

"Hm?" Red raised a brow.

"I thought my job was to guide you around Alola," Kukui grinned, "but you never seem to get lost around here. You walk around Alola like it's second nature to you. It's funny. I'm supposed to help you out, but it's quite the opposite."

"Alola feels like a second home," he smiled back softly. "The people here are nice and the Pokemon are wonderful."

"I'm glad that you think so," Kukui said. "What were you here for anyway?"

"I wanted to speak to Hala about the island trials," the trainer replied, "but I don't think now is the time."

"He'd find some time for you."

"I know he will," Red smiled with feigned exasperation. "I'm not going to intrude, however. Maybe tomorrow when the weather is better. Have a good day, Kukui."

"You too, Red." Kukui waved the trainer farewell before turning back to Hala's abode to avoid the rain. He sighed as he contemplated Red's words. The trainer always felt like he knew more than he let on. It made him curious. Just what was he hiding? He didn't know. He wouldn't prod. Everyone had their secrets. Red was a good guy, and to him, that was all that mattered.

Where's he going though? Isn't that..?

XXX

The sound of rain comforted him.

Scizor is unable to battle!

Not that it did any good.

The winner is Kukui!

He took a deep breath. He released it. Calm down. Repeat. Stay calm. Plumeria would have a fit if she saw him like this again.

Second-best.

Guzma clenched his fists. He took another deep breath. He sat in his home. His place was run-down and it wasn't in the greatest shape. Not that he cared. All that was here were some useless trophies. All this dump was good for was to act as shelter. The land didn't care about him so why would he care about it?

He was an outsider.

He couldn't blame Alola for it. Imagine being a kahuna's apprentice that couldn't use Z-moves. He bet Hala wasn't proud of an apprentice like that, especially when the golden boy, Kukui, was being hailed as a prodigy. Damn him.

Z-moves. What good were they to him? He didn't need that. People outside of Alola did just fine without 'em. He'd have to train harder. Just got to pick his battles carefully. It wasn't cowardly, it was strategic. What was the point of fighting a losing war, right? He wallowed quietly within his home.

Tap tap.

He almost missed it. The soft knock on his door was unusual. Was it Plumeria? She was the only one that bothered. He got up to open the door.

That was when he met him.

"Alola."

Guzma stared at Red with something akin to confusion. That confusion was swiftly formed into suspicion. He knew him. One of Kukui's newest friends. He recalled being briefly introduced to him, but he never bothered to exchange pleasantries. "How the hell did you find this place?"

"I saw you walk away from Hala's home in a huff," he responded and his expression became one of concern. "Are you alright?"

He scoffed, "Why do you care?"

"It's never wrong to care for others."

"Yeah? Well, I don't need your sympathy." Guzma grit his teeth. "I bet Kukui's set you up for this. Concerned about his punching bag? Back off." He made to close the door, but Red held firm. The man's strength was surprising.

The trainer shook his head. "I came here of my own volition." Guzma narrowed his eyes when the door failed to budge even when he pushed harder. "Kukui doesn't think of you like that."

He snorted, "Then what am I to him?"

"An equal. A companion and rival. Even friend."

He almost laughed at the thought. "Some equal I am." His grip on the door slackened and he glanced at all the trophies on the floor. Second place. Every single time. He never won once.

Red seemed to have noticed them too. "You shouldn't make light of your achievements."

"What do you know about it?" He narrowed his eyes. He thrust a finger at Red's chest. "You wouldn't understand what it's like, Mr. Prodigy. I'm nothing compared to you. I'm nothing compared to him." They might as well be living in separate worlds. The gap in strength broke him. What was the point anymore?

"I understand that it's rough." The tone in Red's voice gave him pause. "I understand that losing over and over again to someone you consider your equal could make you question everything you know. I understand that it makes you feel like you've done something wrong, that you've let your Pokemon down, that it was your fault that your team failed. I understand all too well."

Despite himself, Guzma listened. He clenched his fists. "Then you know that it's hopeless."

"It's never hopeless," Red shook his head. There was steel in the trainer's eyes and at that moment Guzma couldn't help but take solace in his unflinching resolve. He was a better man than him. He sighed.

"What can I do?"

"Train and learn. Find others who can propel you to be better." Red's response was returned with silence. "You're never alone, even if you think you are. Somewhere out there, someone cares about you."

Guzma looked away. He didn't bother to respond.

Red took his silence for what it was. With one last nod, the trainer took one look at his leaky home and placed his umbrella by the outsider's side. Red gave him one final departing wave before taking his leave. Guzma waited until he was out of sight before slamming the door and slumping back towards the wall. Just what was that man saying? He scoffed. What did he think of him? He didn't need anyone's pity.

He grabbed the umbrella in frustration. He was about to throw it out when he heard another knock.

Tap. Tap.

"Seriously?" Guzma sighed before opening the door. "What do you want no-"

"You look terrible."

Familiar, rough, and feminine. His words died in his throat when Plumeria appeared before him. The rain didn't seem to bother her. She looked inside before staring back at him. For some reason, he couldn't help but chortle at her words. "Feel like it too."

You're never alone.

"Yeah? Well, nothing like some dinner to lighten the mood. Maybe clean up as well. You need to take care of your things." She sighed as she went inside and picked up his trophies. Never once did she glance or comment about them. Plumeria never really cared about his accomplishments. It confused him. He wondered why she ever bothered with a nobody like him.

"Right," Guzma murmured, quietly grabbing the things off the floor.

Somewhere out there, someone cares about you.

Guzma let out a breath. This guy...damn him. Planting those words in his head. Just what kind of trainer would help out a random man that he barely met? He didn't get it. They weren't friends. He was so rude, so crass. Not even Kukui could stand him when he was in one of his moods.

It's never wrong to care for others.

As much as he hated it, he found comfort in those words. People like him exist out there. Selfless, heroic, and caring. He lived his whole life thinking the opposite. Unbelievable. "I guess Tapu Koko's onto something with that guy..."

"What was that, Guzma?"

"Nothing, Plumeria," he clicked his tongue. "Just rambling. Say, I was thinking of making a group."

Find others who can propel you to be better.

"A group?" Plumeria blinked before studying Guzma. "I'm not saying it's a bad idea, but what brought this on?"

"Just a thought." He placed his awards back on the rackety table. "A group for people like us, I guess, is what I'm thinking. People that don't necessarily fit in. I think it'd be nice."

She stared for a minute or two before smiling as she hummed in thought. "Sounds cool."

He blinked in surprise. "Really?"

"But I'm second-in-command, got that?" Plumeria placed her hands on her hips. "Arceus knows you need all the help you can get."

He probably did.

"Heh. Welcome aboard."

XXX

The last of the major islands, Poni Island, held one of the most impressive structures Cynthia had ever seen. The Altar of the Sunne was an ancient landmark with great historical importance to the people of Alola. She couldn't help but be amazed at its size. The effort needed to create something like this boggled her mind. Red wanted to save this site for last. She knew why.

Out of every place she'd visited, this one was up there in grandeur!

"What do you think?"

"It's big!" For all the technological marvels Aether Paradise was, something was to be said for archaic wonders. "Very big."

"It's one of Alola's oldest locations," Red said, "and I did promise you I'd take you somewhere nice. It's no festival, movie, or restaurant, but I thought you'd appreciate something like this."

He knew her so well. "This is better than all of those things."

"That's good because I've got some other things to show you."

There was more?! Just what kind of things was this place hiding? She shivered at the thought. "What else is in here?"

"There are some secret rooms around here."

It was like he read her mind. She swerved to Red's grinning face. "Really?"

He nodded. "I've found a few. Want to check it out?"

She latched onto his arm. "You don't even need to ask!"

He chuckled as he guided her through the ancient structure. Every nook and cranny that held any secrets were revealed to her. She wondered how he seemed to find these spots. It was like their time in Johto. When he led her to a hidden hole in the wall, she gasped at the sight. Inside was a nigh perfectly preserved mural depicting some sort of Pokemon that surely came from Alolan folklore.

"The Blinding One," Red supplied.

"The Pokemon that created Alola with its light," Cynthia breathed.

"They have a festival for it, I recall," he continued, "It was a shame we couldn't attend it. The Manalo Festival is truly one of a kind."

"Why can't we?"

"It happens every 21 years," Red replied. "I'll take you to it next time."

"I'll hold you to that," Cynthia smiled, enjoying the idea of returning here with Red when they weren't so swamped with responsibilities. They still got a long journey ahead of them. The break was nice, but she was itching to challenge the Sinnoh League again. She had a feeling that she could do it now. She felt stronger than ever.

"In a way though, we've experienced a part of the Manalo Festival."

"Oh?"

"Manalo is an old Alolan word that means 'you and I are living here together,'" he recalled, "We did just that, didn't we?"

She laughed. "That we did."

He let her study the murals on the walls along with the rest of the altar without interruption. Silent as it were, she appreciated his companionship. From all the chaos and fun that Alola brought them, these quiet moments in-between were welcome. They spent the entire day here, exploring and spending time with one another. She would have thought that she'd eventually get used to his presence, but in truth, she never really got tired of it.

Was this what it was like to be in love?

She couldn't say she hated it.

XXX

Lightning flashed on a crystal clear day.

Many would pass by, curious at the sound, but content to continue with their day. Not to him. No, to Hala, that sound meant the entrance of the god that chose him to lead the traditions of his island.

The hair on his skin rose. The elderly man set the tools and Z-ring down. He looked behind him from his worktable to greet his guest.

"Tapu Koko," the man smiled, watching the legendary enter through his window with no regard. He reminded himself that for all their mercy and compassion, these deities were largely ignorant of the social norms of his people. "What can I do for you?"

The guardian of Melemele floated closer and stared at the wide variety of Z-crystals displayed in his room. Tapu Koko snatched one of them. The kahuna watched without interruption. He raised a brow at the particular Z-crystal taken, however. His god placed it on his palm.

What's this?

Hala stared at it before regarding the deity. "You want me to give it to someone."

The fairy-type nodded and the legendary's eyes looked back to the window at the noise of a ferocious Charizard clashing with a nimble Decidueye.

"Ah, this is for Red?" At the god's nod, he mused to himself. Tapu Koko's interest in the man puzzled him. He almost thought the deity was training up his successor if it wasn't for the fact that the black-haired trainer's stay was temporary. It was curious. "I'll make sure this is given to him."

Lightning struck once again and the deity was gone. A chuckle left his lips.

Always one for flashy entrances and exits.

Hala respectfully put away the Z-crystal and began his trek to Red. His mind wandered to the one who had stolen his Tapu's interest. The trainer was a close friend of his apprentice, Kukui. For a foreigner, he was quite wise of the traditions of Alola. Respectful, diligent, and strong, he could see why the deity focused on him.

Was that all there was to it? He knew his god better than most and while fickle, the electric-type was more serious than some of its peers. Tapu Koko would have a reason for its actions. Interpreting it was often the hardest job of his.

At the beaches of Melemele, he was surprised to not just see the foreigner. Guzma was right there with him, his second apprentice listening attentively to the trainer's words.

"Counter shield works as both an offensive and defensive tool," Red motioned to Buizel who spun around in a barrier of torrential pressure. "It doesn't work well in prolonged use as your Pokemon could get dizzy from using it, but it can help in a pinch."

His tactically oriented apprentice took it all in like a Magikarp to water. He muttered to himself as he considered ways to adopt it into his own battling style. "It's good for a quick surprise, but once they get wise to it..."

"For every strategy, there is a counter-strategy," he nodded. "My rival simply waited it out. It's best to have a plan of attack once you get them off your back or you'll only delay the inevitable."

"Like what?"

"Well, there's..."

Hala let them talk, smiling fondly as his apprentice built up new ideas. After his last fight with Kukui, he feared for the worst. Guzma wasn't an easy apprentice to teach, but he saw potential in the boy. He wanted to nurture that potential.

It was unfortunate that his methods were incompatible with his apprentice. Even at his old age, lessons could be learned. He almost gave up on him, but Guzma returned the next day, silent and brooding, yet focused. It almost made him speechless.

There was a fire lit in his apprentice's eyes that wasn't there before. Fueled by scorn and hope, his newfound motivation gave Guzma the tools to grow stronger. He didn't know how it happened, but he was grateful for it.

Now he knew.

"You wanted me to see this."

Tapu Koko descended behind him and the elderly man chuckled. No words were exchanged between them, but he understood his god's intentions. A small smile graced his lips. Truly, he was glad. Call him old, but he was an honorable and fair individual. Failing Guzma was his greatest shame.

To see the young boy he met years ago slowly build himself back up touched his heart.

"I think I understand now." He took the Decidium Z out of his pocket. His god vanished the moment the kahuna took a step towards the duo. This gift wasn't given without reason. Tapu Koko wasn't interested in Red because of his strength or his wisdom. He realized that now.

For some reason or another, the trainer cared enough about Alola that his god noticed when everyone else did not.

This was not a gift of power.

This Z-crystal was a gift of gratitude. Tapu Koko simply wanted to say...

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

He might not understand his god most of the time, but he could understand that.

XXX

Months have passed and their journey through Alola was coming to an end.

Trials were completed, Z-crystals were collected, and friends were made. Decidueye was excited to head off to the next region. She had never been outside of Alola. The thought of being called upon to fight warriors from far-off lands had her blood pumping. The future was a promising one.

It certainly helped that her trainer looked happier and more relaxed. The trip helped her trainer recuperate. Alola was always a welcoming region. She took pride in it. Even when it was time to depart, their friends took time to throw a small celebration in their honor before they left.

"I am going to miss this place." Red's wistful words made the owl turn towards him. They were at the airport, Cynthia, Garchomp, Lycanroc, Incineroar, and Pikachu in tow. This was their last moment together before taking different flights.

They were heading off to Unova. Cynthia was returning to Sinnoh. Diantha already left for Kalos.

"It was fun while it lasted," Cynthia nodded. "Time won't stop for anyone, unfortunately."

"Unfortunately," the eighteen-year-old mused, "but time enjoyed isn't time wasted. Alola was great, but it's off to the next big adventure."

"Unova, right? I wish you luck." Her trainer's rival had her own journey to head off to. Sinnoh beckoned her home. She looked ready. Her Pokemon were all energized and prepared to take on what was next. Decidueye respected that. "I was kind of expecting you to go to a brand new region after this one. That's what you tend to do."

"You're not wrong. I was thinking of Galar, actually. Diantha mentioned it," Red held a hint of wanderlust at the thought before he tempered it with discipline. "I'll probably head there after Unova."

"Always the wanderer."

"The journey is just as important as the destination."

Cynthia was about to retort before noticing the time. They checked as well. It was time for the lady's flight. The woman looked genuinely saddened to bid them farewell. "Guess this is it for now."

"For now," Red said. "I'll call you once you reach Sinnoh." She took her things and waved them farewell. Before she could truly depart, however, Decidueye noticed the blonde trainer hesitate. The owl tilted her head when the Sinnoh native took a deep breath and turned back to Red. Her trainer looked at her with confusion. "Cynthia?"

The woman steeled her nerves before walking right up to her trainer. Oh ho? "I know you're probably going to say something about how you're too busy trying to become a champion for any relationship, but I want to make my feelings clear to you because it was quite obvious that any hints I dropped didn't seem to register at all."

Decidueye switched her focus to her trainer, who looked completely out of his element. "Huh?"

"You don't have to respond to my feelings right now," Cynthia's face held a tinge of red as she took a step closer, "but I like you. A lot. As more than friends. As more than best friends." The woman had to make that very clear to him. "I m-might even consider it love, but I'm not sure yet so..."

She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Nothing more than a transient touch, but it shook Red to the core.

"..."

"That's it, for now," Cynthia robotically turned around. "After you become a champion, I would like a response. F-Farewell."

The woman walked speedily away, a proud Garchomp behind her. Decidueye stared at the fading trainer before focusing on her own. Red's face looked to have completely shut down. Pikachu, Incineroar, and Lycanroc celebrated close by. Their trainer didn't seem to comprehend anything around him. He simply stood still. The owl took a moment to applaud the woman for confessing.

So they hadn't been courting after all.

Humans were weird.

XXX

Diantha didn't know why, but as she looked out the window of the airplane, she felt like she'd been had. "Maybe I should have let Cynthia go first..."

XXX

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