The Paldea Saga: Treasures and Trials

by Pocketbook

Tired of the burden of fame, Ash Ketchum, Monarch of the World, decides to disappear into a whole new adventure in the far-away land of Paldea. Eager to participate in the region's famous "Treasure Hunt," Ash must first attend Scarlet Academy and its rigorous Battle School, where he'll meet trials a plenty alongside new friends and rivals...and old flames. SatoSere.

20. Chapter 20: Battle of Wills

Hello! So, this next chapter is a little "day in the life" haha. Honestly, I'm just playing around with different character dynamics, putting the pieces in place for the next couple of chapters. Warning: There is still a good amount of kissing. The scene at the end here is another one of those that was "planned since the infancy" of this fic haha; one of those moments that were just like ◊ vibes ◊. So enjoy! I'm trying to churn out a chapter like every ten days, but there might be an exception this week as I have family coming to town this weekend. Nonetheless, that's generally going to be the goal.

See bottom for more notes.

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Chapter 20: Battle of Wills

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Larry wasn't much into conspiracy theories. Sure, he understood underhanded dealings when it came to business, but strange philosophies and ideologies that drove people mad with obsession? Yeah, he didn't quite understand that. Larry had a natural skepticism rooted in practicality, cultivated over the years from his work as a high-ranking member of the Elite Four and his management role at Treasure Eatery.

And so, as he sat across from Gary Oak, who had launched immediately into his frenzied account of the Miraidon; of him overhearing a conversation between Hamber and Amethio; of the Explorers—Larry grew supremely vexed because his hunch about everything had been correct.

It really was a burden being right all the time…

Now, normally Larry viewed the world through a lens tinted with pragmatism and a hint of indifference. Idealistic notions, whether extravagant conspiracy theories or utopian ideals, held little sway over him. His job was to assess things logically and deliver the expected results, just like any other business.

As a young man, sure—he had been intrigued by lofty ideals. Who isn't when they're young and impressionable? He studied at Violet Academy, climbed the ranks through hard work, diligence, and a keen eye for detail. However, he soon learned that dreams were often impractical luxuries; and while ambition could propel one forward, it was a double-edged sword that could just as easily lead to ruin. Somewhere along the way, he accepted the harsh reality that no matter how grand one's dreams, results were what truly mattered.

Tulip often poked fun at Larry's reluctant cynicism. "For someone who manages a restaurant, darling, you have quite the bland flavor when it comes to life."

It was true, to an extent. Larry observed the actions of others from a detached distance, shrugging at their peculiar philosophies while he enjoyed a simmering bowl of noodles and a cup of saki. To Larry, the world was filled with people who entertained strange ideals while he went about his business, ensuring Treasure Eatery remained profitable and the Elite Four's standards didn't slip.

And he had been happy to continue in this way, retreating to the dimly lit corners of Treasure Eatery, with a plate of rice balls and his signature expression of indifference, had everything not gotten so weird.

When people were first whispering about strange sightings or unnatural phenomena linked to Area Zero, Larry would give a knowing smirk and say, "Probably some new flavor of tea. People will believe anything these days."

But then Larry began to notice the offshore accounts, the money laundering, the shadowy shell corporations set up by Tera Industries. Then the Paradox Pokémon. Then Turo vanished. Then more Paradox Pokémon…

What was it all about?

For all his dismissiveness, Larry harbored a reluctant curiosity, an inner struggle that simmered beneath the surface. Though he couldn't fully embrace conspiracy theories, he couldn't help but notice peculiarities that didn't quite align with his pragmatic worldview.

And Tera Industries, Navarro, Turo—all of it, he categorized as peculiarities…and they just simply didn't "fit."

While Larry preferred to be the cynical observer, choosing to keep his distance from the fervent beliefs and ideals that seemed to captivate those around him, he had realized that he needed to get involved in figuring out the truth behind everything. It was hurting business. But also, it all just bothered him. Really, it would be nice for the world to just make sense.

"They said the Miraidon was a key or something!" Gary exclaimed, his voice hushed yet intense. He leaned forward, his eyes darting around as if the walls themselves could be listening. "And that's when they mentioned the Explorers. They want everyone after her—after Miraidon. They said that Miraidon and the Koraidon are somehow connected to some Lock System in Zero Lab. Do you know anything about that?"

The flickering lamplight cast long shadows on the wall of the private dining room at Treasure Eatery. The aroma of grilled fish and rice wafted through the air as Larry sat across from the young researcher, the lines of the businessman's face deepening with a frown as he tapped the butt of his chopsticks against the table.

"Yeah, I guess that all makes sense," Larry finally said, picking up his ceramic cup of kanzake thoughtfully and blowing on the heated rice wine before taking a careful sip.

"What do you mean?" Gary leaned forward, his brow furrowed in confusion.

Larry set down his cup with a soft clink. "Well, it seems like no one really knows what exactly was going on in Area Zero—no one—but they all want access to find out. Now that I think about it, I'd argue everyone's after access to this lab more than they're after Turo himself…"

"Do you think the professor could be hiding himself in this lab?" Gary asked, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and suspicion.

"It's possible, actually." Larry nodded slowly, the saki in his cup rippling as he shifted beneath the table.

Gary leaned back with a long breath, having articulated his way to exhaustion. "Well? So what's the plan?" He began to stroke Umbreon's head as the Dark-type popped up beside him, sniffing for some food.

"The plan?" Larry nearly scoffed, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an answer among the shadows. "Everyone's got their hands in someone else's pockets these days, and I can't seem to figure out who's hand is where. But now you're telling me that a secret society, which I had a feeling was involved—but was certainly hoping was not real and not involved—is quite real and quite involved. And on top of that, you're looking at me like I should have a plan?" He paused, frustration evident in his tone. "As they say here…La madre que me parió…"

"Well, who are the Explorers exactly?" Gary rubbed his face, trying to piece together the fragmented information. He gave Umbreon a rice ball to nibble on.

Larry made a resigned gesture, stirring his soup with his chopstick. "I've told you. I don't really know. They're connected to the myths about Lucius and the Six Heroes, but how exactly, I'm not sure. What I do know is that they're sort of the antithesis to something set up across the other regions called the Council of Champions."

Gary nodded, wincing at the temperature of his own saki as he took a less careful sip. He had first heard about the Council of Champions during one of his regular visits to his grandfather's lab in Pallet Town. As a well-connected figure in the Pokémon research community, Professor Oak often received updates on the various goings-on within the Pokémon League and its associated bodies. And it was during Gary's last visit—just before coming to Paldea, actually—that the professor mentioned the formation of the Council to his grandson.

Lance, the revered Champion of Kanto, had spearheaded the establishment of the Council not long ago. His experience, not just as a champion but also as a member of the elite Pokémon G-Men—a specialized agency known for handling crises involving Pokémon and human interactions—made him a natural leader for such an initiative. The Council's primary aim, as Gary understood it, was to ensure peace and stability in the Pokémon world, a need that had become increasingly apparent given the recent spate of crises—these events often seeming to swirl around Ash, who had a knack for being at the center of monumental events.

Now that he thought about it, the researcher couldn't help but wonder why Ash wasn't part of this Council. Ash hadn't only faced multiple Pokémon-related world calamities, but he'd also played key roles in resolving them. But maybe it was his constant journeying—or maybe his age?—that made him unqualified or something, Gary wondered.

"Like I said," Larry continued, "the Explorers are rumored to be powerful trainers who have joined together to create or bring about some higher order. Where the Council of Champions supports things like Peace in Freedom—Explorers want Peace in Order. They don't believe Freedom and Order are compatible. It gets really philosophical and stuff," Larry waved off the theoretics as though swatting at a fly.

"Hamber said they were after an heirloom…" Gary mused aloud, more to himself than to Larry.

Larry looked up, his interest piqued despite the noodles in his mouth. "Hm?"

"They wanted something from Navarro. They've been working on getting him to trust them for a while," Gary explained, shaking his head slightly.

"So they're not working with Navarro, they're using him?" Larry asked, incredulous, leaning back and wiping his mouth with a napkin. For a moment he looked speechless, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "That just makes things even more complicated. "Why? What are they after? So we really have three different groups—Tera Industries, the Explorers, and Turo—all possibly after the same thing but with different motives?"

"So…," not really sure what else to say, "should I warn Navarro?" Gary ventured with a wince.

"Definitely not," Larry replied quickly. "If Hamber and Amethio are really Explorers and they're after something, I'd rather they search for it under our watch, if you understand?"

Gary nodded and smirked. He folded his arms across his chest. "I'm proving to be a pretty good spy, huh?"

"Shut up," Larry rolled his eyes and pointed his chopsticks at the researcher, "Don't talk to anyone about this, and I mean anyone. Not even Ash until we learn more. No use putting something else on his plate until I figure all this out. When it's time, I'll fill him in. In the meantime, I'll do my research and also tell Geeta what we know… if I can find her."

"What do you mean?" Gary's smirk faded into concern.

Larry grimaced as though wishing he could take his words back. "It's a little too soon to say, but Geeta's… missing," his squared jaw worked over the words as though processing it all himself, "Or at least, no one's been able to get in contact with her for a couple of weeks. I'm not sure what to make of it. I'd be more worried if I wasn't used to being kept out of the loop."

The businessman's composed demeanor suddenly appeared visibly perturbed as he pondered over the last time he had seen La Primera. It had been at the official meeting with the gym leaders the day before the Gala. Geeta, always the epitome of grace and control, had been uncharacteristically agitated. Her usually calm and collected speech was replaced by hurried, almost fierce, exchanges. She continuously shuffled papers and interrupted others mid-sentence, her eyes darting around the room as if she were expecting some unseen threat to burst through the door at any moment. She had always been strange, but her behavior that day had been so unlike her that it had left many in the room bewildered.

On top of it all, the nature of the conversation had been…strange…

"Yeah, okay," Gary dryly interrupted Larry's thoughts, "That sounds like a 'you' problem. I've got enough stress."

"Has anyone told you that you can be a real prick?" Larry narrowed his eyes, half-amused, half-annoyed. He took another drink and winced as the warm liquid burned his throat.

"More often than you think," Gary retorted with a smirk, meeting Larry's gaze confidently while Umbreon just snickered. Slapping his palms on the table, the researcher stood up with a grunt, "Well, I guess I should go after that Miraidon."

"Yes, it's best you should. Now, if she's as aggressive as they say, I'd bring back up," Larry advised, his tone serious, eyes narrowing slightly with concern.

Gary grabbed Larry's saki and finished it for him before patting him on the shoulder. "Way ahead of you."

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In the depths of a well-equipped laboratory, Arven, Jacq, and Brock were deeply engrossed in some research on the remnants of the last Herba Mystica sample. The herb, known for its extraordinary healing properties, had recently piqued Brock's interest ever since their encounter with the Stony Cliff Titan, prompting him to insist on being involved in its study. Brock's experience as a Pokémon breeder and his acute understanding of Pokémon health made him particularly suited to this new research direction.

Arven, meanwhile, seemed unusually withdrawn. His posture, though always mildly anxious, was closed off; he found himself staring absently at the data screens without truly seeing them. His latest encounter with the Explorers haunted him, casting long shadows over his thoughts and infecting everything with doubt.

He found himself repeatedly reaching into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of a pin—a tangible reminder of his encounter. Each touch was both a reassurance and a source of deepening insecurity. Had he been too trusting? The Explorers' enigmatic warnings and veiled promises seemed to echo around him, blending indistinguishably with the factual tones of scientific inquiry that filled the lab. Every fact he reviewed, every piece of data he analyzed, was now scrutinized through the lens of their cryptic messages, leaving him to wonder if he'd made a mistake in believing them.

The botanist blinked as his vision began to double; the pink cells from the plant that he observed in the microscope multiplied in his exhaustion. He wondered resignedly how this pitiful sample was all they had left after everything; and how he'd never be able to give it to the Explorers without the sample being obviously missing.

As he stood there, lost in his swirling thoughts, his hand clutched the pin a little too tightly, as if trying to squeeze the truth from the small piece of metal. His brow was furrowed, his eyes slightly narrowed, not with concentration, but with the inner turmoil that tugged at his resolve.

Suddenly, Jacq's voice cut through Arven's fog. "So…we have a new, strange phenomenon being reported in the Western Province…"

Arven's head snapped up, his hand instinctively withdrawing from his pocket as he turned to face Jacq, who was standing next to his Farigiraf while the scientist adjusted his glasses, which flashed with the glare of the computer screen.

The abrupt change of topic served as a necessary jolt, pulling Arven back from the precipice of his anxieties. His expression cleared slightly. Mabosstiff, who lay beside his chair, wagged his tail.

Brock, curious, wheeled himself back in a rolling chair to move closer to the screen Jacq was studying. "What do you mean?"

"People are reporting huge rocks hurtling from the sky… very large rocks. Impossibly large," Jacq explained, his tone a mix of fascination and concern.

He then showed them a video that had been posted online. The footage began abruptly, capturing a serene landscape that was violently disrupted as a humongous boulder plunged from the sky.

The impact was monumental; the crash resonated like thunder, shaking the very ground. The person filming stumbled, the shockwave from the impact nearly knocking them off their feet. The camera swayed erratically, the scene blurring into chaotic motion. Amid gasps and shouts of "Whoa! What was that?" from the person filming, the camera finally steadied, swinging upwards to trace the path of the descending rock.

There, etched against a clear blue sky, was the silhouette of a gigantic, white-flying creature, its wings broad and powerful, beating against the wind. The creature soared upward, disappearing into the cumulus clouds, leaving behind only the impression of its mysterious presence. The screen froze on the last clear frame of the creature, leaving everyone in the room staring in awe and uncertainty.

Brock leaned forward, squinting at the screen, trying to make sense of the fleeting image of the mysterious Pokémon. Jacq toggled the video back and forth, replaying the crucial moments, while Arven, pulled back from his own troubled thoughts, watched intently, his earlier anxieties momentarily forgotten in the face of this new mystery.

"Is that…what is that?" Arven rubbed his bleary eyes, trying to make out the form of the white Pokémon.

"Could it be…" Brock started, his voice trailing off as he too struggled to identify the creature.

Jacq chimed in, "Looks like a Bombirdier, a big one so—"

"A Titan Pokémon…" Arven murmured, his mind racing through the implications. If a Titan Pokémon like Bombirdier was involved, it suggested the presence of an Herba Mystica in the region, given the herb's ability to turn Pokémon into monstrous forms of themselves. His heart began to beat rapidly.

Jacq, already a step ahead, tapped the screen, "There must be an Herba Mystica in the Western Province. That's where this was filmed."

Brock nodded, pondering the logistics, "Well, with a Flying-type, that's not going to be exactly easy to locate. The Herba might not even actually be anywhere near that province."

Arven shook his head, a glint of determination in his eye. "Actually, Bombirdier is a pretty territorial Pokémon and doesn't fly too far from its roosting place or nest." He kept to himself the thought that all they'd need to do was track the bird and follow it for a little while. He wasn't ready to encourage a full-on search just yet, not before he could investigate on his own.

"Let me try and do some more research," Jacq said, biting his tongue with a slight chuckle. "I don't want to send you all on a wild stork chase—haha, get it?—not until we learn more anyway."

"Yeah, we have time," Arven responded, trying to sound casual. "Bombirdier is a hoarder. That Herba is probably safe in its nest, so we don't have to worry about other Pokémon coming into contact with it." This was partly true, but Arven also didn't want any urgency surrounding this mission—at least so he could get a head start while Jacq delayed things.

Jacq offered his Farigiraf a gentle pat on its long snout and then turned and made his way across the small, cluttered lab to another computer station, his fingers dancing across the keyboard, typing out notes and potential research queries with rapid precision. The glow from the screen cast sharp highlights on his focused face.

"Hopefully I can get enough intel by this weekend," he continued, his voice carrying a mix of determination and hope. His gaze briefly met the others, offering a silent reassurance of their next steps. "And send you all—or maybe a group of our scientists—out early the following week. We wouldn't want the monarch to miss his classes."

Brock nodded and grinned, "I don't think Ash would mind if it meant going on an adventure."

Arven's face remained impassive, a skill he had honed over years of concealing his true emotions. With a practiced nod, he acknowledged Jacq's plan, all the while his mind raced with strategies and contingencies. He needed to be the first to reach the Herba, to secure it for the Explorers before the group, led or accompanied by Ash, could complicate things. He would need most, if not all, of the sample, and if the others were around, Arven wouldn't be able to explain to them why.

As Jacq continued to discuss logistical arrangements, Arven's thoughts turned inward. He mapped out potential routes to the Western Province, calculated travel times, and considered what equipment he might need. His actions would need to be swift and discreet. There was no room for error, not with so much at stake.

A chill slowly gripped him. Arven knew the path he would have to take would be lonely—but he needed to do this. He needed to find his father and he couldn't put his friends in danger.

As the meeting continued, Arven glanced at Mabosstiff, who was whining softly beside him. He ran his fingers through the canine's fur and nodded at him, as though answering a silent question.

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At lunch, Arven felt a peculiar hollowness reverberate through him. Each bite of food tasted bland, failing to compete with the storm of thoughts raging inside him. He found himself mechanically chewing, yet his taste buds registered none of the usual flavors of the cafeteria's diverse offerings. This really sucked, because he loved eating. Arven sighed. His mind was clearly elsewhere, and it showed. He drifted in and out of the conversation at the table, his responses delayed, his laughter a beat too late.

As he sat wedged between Aliquis and Goh—who were enthusiastically flipping through the latest issue of Blitz magazine—and across from Ash and Ohara, who were deeply engaged in a cheerful dialogue with Pikachu and Fuecoco contentedly nestled in their laps; Arven couldn't help but groan inwardly. There was a warmth to these gatherings, a sense of belonging that usually comforted him. But today, he felt like an outsider among his own friends, tormented by the secrets he was keeping from them.

Every now and then, Mabosstiff would whine in concern, which didn't help and actually irritated the botanist, who'd glare at his best friend from time to time in order to quiet him down.

"Wait, so how many olives is that?" Hohma's voice unexpectedly pierced Arven's fog of introspection. Beside the STEM student, Quaxly, perched contentedly on his lap, clapped his wings with infectious enthusiasm, seemingly amused by the day's cafeteria antics. Meanwhile, Hohma's fingers seemed to pause over his notebook, his pen hovering over the paper.

"Twenty-four! They are going on to twenty-five," Bonnie announced with an excited chirp, her hands busy preparing more ammunition for the whatever olive eating contest that was happening. She sat by Nemona and Penny, each girl poised with determination, their cheeks bulging and swollen to look like a Skwovet's.

Bonnie, the newcomer to the group, was apparently the sister to a guest lecturer Clavell had invited—Clemont, if Arven remembered correctly. Either way, the Kalosian girl had quickly found her niche within the lively dynamics of the friend group, making herself right at home as she felt quite entitled to share a seat at the table simply due to the fact that she knew Ash like a brother and Serena like a sister. This made her an instant little celebrity around campus, especially with Nemona, who wanted to hear everything about Ash and Serena's "romance" (as Bonnie put it) in Kalos.

While Clemont typically dined with faculty members, Bonnie preferred the energy of the student cafeteria. She often joined the group for meals, her presence bringing a fresh vibrancy that complemented the established group. But, of course, her eagerness to dive into student life extended beyond just meals, as she also attended some classes with the First Years, immersing herself as much as she could in the campus experience so as to accomplish some self-imposed goal "to never be bored."

At the sight of the lighthearted contest, Arven's eye twitched involuntarily beneath his dirty-blond bangs. It was all too flippant, too disconnected from the anxiety of his own concerns. The rest of the group, however, glanced over with expressions ranging from amusement to intrigue.

"I don't know, Penny," Aliquis smirked, pointing at the two girls in competition while their cheeks looked red and full to the brim, "there's no one with a bigger mouth than Nemona. Don't see how you'll win this one."

Nemona reacted with a quick, threatening fist, her orange eyes flashing with irritation at the ace-trainer's tease.

"Okay!" Bonnie squealed, delighted by the escalating antics. Her Dedenne clapped its paws atop her lemon-colored hair in excitement. "Next olive, coming up!" She slid two more olives toward the girls, who, with some struggle, managed to fit them into their already overstuffed mouths.

"Psh, twenty-five's easy. I could have down way more," Goh boasted, taking an exaggeratedly large bite of his sandwich, as if to prove his point.

Both Penny and Nemona just glared at him, too preoccupied to retort.

"This looks fun!"

As the lively chatter and laughter filled the cafeteria, a new voice unexpectedly joined the fray, drawing all eyes towards her sound. Serena, with her characteristic grace and a sporty flair, appeared beside the table. She was dressed in a sleek black leotard that transitioned smoothly into a pair of athletic shorts, complemented by a pink bow that sat prettily in her hair, adding a pop of color to her outfit. Slung over her shoulder was her duffle bag, hinting at her upcoming dance practice.

Behind her, Pancham followed with a jaunty step. The Playful Pokémon couldn't resist the allure of the food and began a mischievous dance atop the table, swiftly snagging a fistful of fries from Bonnie's plate. The little Pokémon's antics added a burst of laughter to the already animated group.

At the sight of Serena, Ash's surprised face lit up with a mix of excitement and anxiety. "Serena! Hey!" In his nervousness to greet her, he stood up abruptly, but in his hurry, he clumsily knocked over his chair and tray. The sudden movement sent his meal tumbling, splattering his lunch across his lap in a cascade of potatoes and fruit punch and utensils.

Immediately, Goh and Grookey doubled over with laughter, while Aliquis and his Meowscarada buried their faces in their hands (or paws). Ohara, always quick to lend a hand, and Serena hurried to Ash's side. Together, they helped him and Pikachu—who was also caught in the mini-catastrophe—gather the scattered food and right the fallen chair.

Slightly bewildered but unharmed, the yellow mouse shook off bits of food from his head as Serena and Ohara offered napkins to Ash, who was trying to salvage what he could of his lunch and dignity.

Serena's presence elicited a dramatic response from Penny. Caught off guard by the sudden arrival of the Sylveon trainer, the Eeevee aficionado inadvertently spat out all her olives directly into Nemona's face. The impact of the soggy olives was enough to knock the unsuspecting student body president out of her chair, sending her tumbling backward onto the floor.

"Arceus, hi!" Penny exclaimed, her cheeks tinged with a blush of embarrassment and excitement. She leaned forward eagerly, batting her eyes as she addressed Serena. "I don't know if you remember me, but I'm that damsel in distress you saved from Team Star during Orientation week?" The she winked.

Nemona, wiping olive remnants off her face and regaining her composure, stared at Penny in bewilderment. "Are you gushing?" Since when did the red-and-blue-haired girl show any emotion other than superior boredom? Nemona thought, grumbling.

Ever gracious, Serena looked up at Penny with a warm, welcoming smile. "Of course! How are you?" she replied, seeming to be genuinely pleased and relieved to see Penny again, having wondered about whether or not that girl had been okay.

"So good," Penny responded, her voice bright as she casually rested her elbow on the table, chin in hand. She waved a fork around playfully as she continued, "Vaporeon and I love your Sylveon, by the way. Maybe we can have a playdate with our Pokémon sometime."

Nemona just scoffed.

"I would love that," Serena replied cheerily, taking a seat between Ash and Ohara after the two made room to squeeze another chair in. She then flipped her honey-blonde hair instinctively before turning to the young champion, her eyes softening as though in question.

Ash returned her look with a smile, though it was clear something was bothering him too. They hadn't quite been on the same page since the conversation in Clavell's office, and they hadn't spent much time together since to figure it all out. But it was as if new worries had suddenly bubbled up to the forefront of their minds, but neither of them was sure how to articulate it all which left the other wondering if they were just hiding something or avoiding it all together.

"I thought you had a photoshoot, Serena!" Ohara asked, her eyes crinkling with a happy squint as she let go of her Fuecoco so that he could scamper over and join Pikachu and Pancham, who were playing at some mock-sword fight with utensils on the other side of the table.

Serena nodded, her eyes separating from Ash's with a start as if suddenly reminded about everyone else. A hint of color rose to her cheeks. "I did, but it wrapped up early," she explained, her voice light but filled with the excitement of her bustling schedule. "And I had a gap of time before my dance class, so I thought I'd come back and say 'hi'."

"You should come by more often!" Nemona chimed in, her voice carrying over the chatter of the table. Pawmo nodded along, clearly in agreement with the sentiment. "What's this photoshoot you were doing? How are Showcases going?"

As the conversation flowed easily around the table, Serena eagerly shared details about her new endeavors. "I'm actually working with Tulip now," she began, her eyes sparkling "We're collaborating on some of Casa Lavanda's winter collection. It's been an amazing experience to be involved in the creative process and see how a collection comes together from the initial sketches to the final product."

Her friends listened attentively, drawn in by her passion and the glamorous world she described. "Casa Lavanda has also stepped in to sponsor my Showcases," she continued, her sigh tinged with gratitude. "It's been a great partnership. They've really supported my vision and the artistic direction I want to take."

However, Serena carefully steered clear of discussing her previous sponsorship with LeBarón and García. The circumstances surrounding the end of that partnership remained a sensitive topic. As far as the public knew, the split had been "mysterious" but with no detail on the drama that had unfolded behind the scenes. Guillermo's behavior at the gala—though scandalous—had been effectively kept out of the media, preserving his position at the Academy and preventing any public fallout.

The Kalos Queen tactfully omitted these details, focusing instead on the positive aspects of her current projects. "It's going to be a busy season, but I'm really excited about what's coming up. Tulip's support has been incredible—she's really dedicated to promoting the Showcases and wants to help young women make their mark in business."

Her friends nodded in understanding, impressed by her resilience and the way she navigated her career. They expressed their support and excitement for her upcoming showcases, keen to see her perform and succeed.

Amidst the chatter at the table, Ohara began to bounce up and down in a bundle of nerves, "Our first real Showcase is going to be in a couple of weeks! I'm so excited!" She paused, her smile faltering slightly, "and nervous."

"You're going to be amazing! The crowd's gonna love you," Aliquis chimed in, his tone absent but sincere. He had seen Ohara and the other performers rehearsing the week Arven helped them out and had been genuinely impressed by how natural performing came to Ohara. "But I guess you're used to the limelight of being on stage for orchestra and all."

Ohara blushed.

"He's right! You all are going to be great!" Serena added, her smile beaming and supportive, reinforcing the confidence that Ohara needed.

"The Contest Season starts next month, are you still going to participate, Serena?" Nemona asked before taking a sip from her soda, the straw emitting a bubbling sound as she reached the bottom of her glass. "How are you going to do both Showcases and Contests?"

Serena's eyes glittered with determination. "I'm definitely going to participate in contests here," she stated firmly, though she chose not to delve into the complexities of balancing both activities as she didn't have an answer quite yet. Lebarón's threat also came to mind. Still, Serena's focus remained on the excitement of competing, rather than the logistics.

"I can't wait to see you in a Pokémon Contest!" Bonnie squealed, clapping her hands together.

"Me too!" Ash, finally finding a moment to get Serena's attention, joined in. "And I'm going to come to every single one!"

"Highly improbable given your Blitz schedule," Hohma interjected with a raised finger in factual correction.

"He's right, lover boy," Nemona added, her dark eyebrows dancing playfully, "our season doesn't end until early next year. But after that you'll be able to go cheer your girlfriend on!" She pumped a fist in the air as though that last thought should make Ash feel better.

"Where's your game this weekend?" Serena gently asked a deflated Ash, her voice softening as she touched his knee under the table, causing a warm flush to spread through him. She did want him to know that she wasn't mad at him or anything—which he was acting like she was. No, she was a little frustrated, maybe; or tense. But mad. "Maybe I can come if it isn't far?"

"It's in Cascarrafa," Goh answered, unwittingly helping Ash out as the young champion's words had caught in his throat, "it's Saturday morning but we leave Friday. I think it is kinda far."

"Cascarrafa," Serena repeated, tapping her chin with her other hand, "I hear that's a beautiful city! And isn't there a gym there?" She turned to Ash again, "Are you going to try and challenge it?"

Ash puffed the air out of his cheeks and shook his head, "Not yet. We're really not going to have a lot of time there and I'm always pretty exhausted after our Blitz games. I wouldn't be in the right headspace. Plus," he glanced at Pikachu, who scampered up with a packet of ketchup in his mouth, "We haven't been able to research the gym much and train for it."

Serena's hand absent-mindedly moved to the back of her neck. "I guess that makes sense," she murmured, her eyes darting briefly around as she sensed the group's attention subtly focused on her and Ash, though everyone pretended to be engrossed in their own conversations or food. She bit her lip, trying not to blush or laugh or both. She figured everyone would have to get used to seeing them as a couple as much as she and Ash would have to get used to being one. "Well, I'm sure you'll all do great."

Ash, suddenly feeling miffed by the tone of finality in her voice—and momentarily oblivious to the others—squeezed her hand gently under the table, his voice a forced whisper, "You'll still come by tomorrow night, though. Right?" His dark eyes were hopeful, seeking confirmation. "I want to see you."

Bonnie and Nemona instantly tuned in, their curiosity piqued. "Ooo?" they chimed in almost in unison, leaning forward with playful smiles and teasing interest. "What's tomorrow night?"

Still caught in an internal turmoil, Arven struggled to maintain his composure. The ongoing conversations about seemingly trivial matters, such as game nights and casual gatherings, felt jarring. While his friends continued to chat and laugh, their joy suddenly appeared almost foreign to him. Like some distant place he had no map for getting back to.

And then Bonnie and Nemona's teasing was just the final straw for Arven. The frivolity of their interests and concerns, so distant from his own, overwhelmed him. In a moment of frustration, fueled by his inability to share his burdens and his feeling of isolation, the botanist snapped.

"Guys, leave them alone!" he exploded, his voice much harsher than intended. The table fell into a stunned silence, taken aback by his sudden outburst.

Realizing his mistake, Arven's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he coughed awkwardly, attempting to diffuse the tension he'd created. "Sorry, I mean… Anyway, I'm not feeling great so I'll see you all later." Without waiting for a response, he quickly stood up, his movements rushed and a bit clumsy, eager to escape the scrutinizing eyes of his friends. Mabosstiff whined and plodded after him, but not before looking back at the table one last time.

Meanwhile, everyone exchanged concerned glances, their expressions a mixture of confusion and worry, as they watched Arven quickly stride away, his figure tense and solitary against the backdrop of the bustling cafeteria.

Bonnie sniffed curiously. She leaned in slightly towards the table, asking with whispered bewilderment, "So…what's that guy's deal?"

Nemona shrugged lightly, popping an olive in her mouth, "Only child, father is a mad scientist and abandoned him, though not before sort of putting the whole region in potential danger." She shook her head impatiently at the complexities she perceived in Arven's behavior. "He's got a lot of 'deals'..."

Shaking her head, Penny let out a long breath and looked down at the floor, "Remember how we're working on being empathetic? Can we, like, practice this on a regular basis?" She folded her arms across her Eevee hoodie and gave Nemona a pointed glare through her glasses.

Meanwhile, Serena's gaze lingered on the space Arven had vacated, her expression lined with worry. She had noticed more than anyone that Arven had been increasingly quiet, withdrawn, and sullen—more than usual. This was especially notable given how he had slowly been coming out of his shell recently. And so, the stark contrast in his demeanor today did not escape her. It left her feeling uneasy.

Lost in her thoughts about Arven, Serena barely registered Ash squeezing her hand gently under the table again, his way of drawing her attention back to him. His touch was tender, sympathetic; a reminder of their connection to ground her back to the moment.

"Yes, I'll be there tomorrow," Serena responded, pulling herself out of her daydream. She turned to Ash, managing a close-lipped smile that didn't quite reach her eyes but conveyed her effort to shift her focus. They had planned to meet at the meadow where Ash intended to train and let Koraidon out. The idea was to spend some quality time together before their respective weekend commitments pulled them apart. And hopefully Ash was willing to work through this strange tug-and-pull between them. "Can't wait," she added, her voice gaining a bit more warmth.

Ash returned her smile, though the undercurrent of tension remained. He gave her hand one last squeeze.

---

Later that afternoon, Arven found himself at the Pokémon Center nestled within the bustling confines of the Academy. Students and their Pokémon came and went, especially now since it was the end of the day, each with their own stories and concerns. Arven approached the counter where Nurse Joy was already waiting with a familiar Pokémon.

Nacli looked up at Arven as he approached, his distinctive blocky appearance making him a standout even among the eclectic mix of Pokémon usually seen at the center. Its upper body was rugged and brown, marked by an off-white stripe that circled it like a belt. His rectangular orange-yellow eyes, which could glow red when he was agitated or excited, lit up at the sight of the botanist.

As Nurse Joy handed Nacli back to Arven, the Pokémon made a cheerful grunt, clearly pleased to be reunited with him. Arven took Nacli's Poké Ball and thanked Nurse Joy, his interaction with the Pokémon bringing a rare smile to his face.

At that moment, Brock appeared beside Nurse Joy, leaning his elbows on the counter with a look of mild surprise on his face. "I didn't know you had a Nacli," he commented, his voice tinged with curiosity as he studied a smaller white salt cube embedded on the top half of Nacli's body, adding to its unique geological appearance.

Arven, returning Nacli to his Poké Ball, looked up at Brock, his expression turning somber. "He was my dad's…" he replied, low and reflective.

Recently, Arven had revisited the Lighthouse Lab, taking off a school day to do so. Nestled beside the lab was a modest farm run by a kind, older widow, whom Arven had asked to care for many of Professor Turo's Pokémon after his mysterious disappearance. She was a family friend and happily agreed, knowing Arven had his schooling to do and couldn't possibly keep up with all the care.

Nacli had been among this group. The rugged salt Pokémon had been a constant presence in Arven's younger days, always bustling around Turo's lab. The botanist still had vivid memories of how Nacli's orange-yellow eyes would light up red whenever he was working on an experiment with Turo or when he'd playfully chase a very young Arven and Maschiff around the salty cliffs by the Lighthouse (the Rock-type was always much slower than they were, which added to all the fun.)

However, upon his recent visit, Arven had found Nacli showing signs of neglect and sadness. He spent time explaining the current situation to Nacli, detailing their need to pursue the Herba Mystica—a venture that would lead them to information about Turo's whereabouts. He knew that Nacli, with his unique abilities and personal connection to their shared past, would be invaluable in this quest.

Arven was also acutely aware that the challenges ahead could be daunting, especially if they encountered a Titan Pokémon. While Mabosstiff was nearly back to full strength and a formidable ally now in his own right, taking on a Titan Pokémon would require more strategy. Arven already had an idea, but one he needed Nacli for.

As Arven processed these thoughts, a cheerful voice suddenly broke his concentration.

"Oh, hi, guys!" Serena greeted, approaching the counter with Pancham following close behind. Both looked pretty tired but content, having just come from a rigorous session at the studio. It had been a Pokémon partner dance class today, and Pancham's small frame slightly drooped with fatigue while he still managed an enthusiastic wave to the others at the center. He practically crawled onto the counter and lay belly up, his little arms out waiting for Nurse Joy to take him.

As Serena approached, her gaze sharp and probing, Arven felt his discomfort rise. He knew that she could easily read his emotional state, which only added to his desire to keep his concerns private. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, his eyes flickering to various points around the Pokémon Center as if the activity could somehow shield him from her perceptiveness.

"Ah, hey," he greeted her, his voice carrying a note of forced lightness as he gestured vaguely around the room. "What are you doing here?" The question came out a bit too hastily.

Brushing some strands of hair from her face, Serena replied with a calm smile, "I thought Pancham could use a little rest," indicating the dramatic Pokémon still sprawled out on the counter. She then turned to Brock, who was getting ready to examine the little panda with himself. "I also feel like I haven't seen you in a while and wanted to know how things were going," she added, giving Brock a knowing look that made the Pokémon doctor blush.

Brock, caught off guard by Serena's directness, responded with a slight stammer, "Oh, eh, erm." He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. The Pokédoctor then subtly nodded towards the other side of the center, where a certain pink-haired school nurse was assisting a line of (predominantly male) students.

Serena stifled a giggle with her fist, pretending to cough to cover her amusement. Lowering her voice, she teased, "I forgot how pretty she is, Brock," sending both of them into a quiet fit of giggles.

"I know," Brock nearly squealed, hearts forming in his eyes, and suddenly took hold of Serena's hands. "I was thinking you could help me bake her a cake, actually! But not just any cake—inside, I was thinking of a frosting-filled center that spells out 'Love me!' when she cuts into it. And we could even plan to hide little edible hearts all throughout it!"

Serena and Pancham exchanged a glance, both visibly sweatdropping at Brock's over-the-top romantic gesture. Serena, trying to maintain a supportive smile, hesitated slightly as Brock's eyes widened with the importance of his request.

"Well," Serena began tentatively, giving Brock's hands a gentle squeeze before gently withdrawing her own, "that's really sweet, Brock, but maybe we could tone it down just a little?" She chuckled nervously, trying to gauge his reaction to her suggestion. "You know, something heartfelt but a bit more subtle?"

Brock's face fell for a moment, the initial burst of enthusiasm dimming in the light of Serena's practical advice. However, he quickly perked up, nodding eagerly. "You're right, Serena. Maybe 'Love me!' is a bit much for a cake," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "How about just 'Be mine forever?' with the edible hearts? That's romantic, right?"

The performer forced a grin and tilted her head to the side. She vaguely felt her eye twitch. "Maybe we'll brainstorm more later…"

As their conversation continued and went on to other things, Arven felt increasingly out of place. He glanced at Mabosstiff, who licked Arven's fingers. With a sigh, Arven reached for Nacli's Poké Ball from the counter, the weight of the sphere in his hand grounding him momentarily. "I'm going to go," he announced, his voice flat, signaling his need to escape.

Serena stopped and noticed Arven's evasive demeanor. As he turned to leave, she reached out instinctively and gently pulled back on his arm. Her voice was laced with genuine concern as she searched his face, "Are you okay, Arven? You seem," she paused, looking deeply into his eyes, "distracted?"

Arven met her gaze briefly, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a forced smile. "I'm fine. Just a little stressed and tired, maybe. I have a lot of tests this week. I really should go, though," he muttered, pulling away gently from her grasp. His response was terse, clearly not in the mood to delve deeper into his feelings.

Turning away, Arven and Mabosstiff walked out of the Pokémon Center, the botanist's stride quick and purposeful. As he left, Serena watched him go, a sigh escaping her lips. She sensed there was more bothering him than just academic stress, and she made a mental note to catch up with him later, hoping he might open up in a more private setting.

Turning back to Brock, who was now carefully administering a revitalizer to a weary Pancham, Serena continued down the numerous avenues of anxieties that could be troubling her friend. She pursed her lips.

As Brock finished attending to Pancham, he casually set down his stethoscope on the counter, turning to Serena with a warm, intrigued smile. "So…how are you and Ash?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. His next words carried a hint of amazement, "I gotta say, it's still weird to think he has a girlfriend. Ash Ketchum. In love. Man," he chuckled, folding his arms across his doctor's coat, clearly amused or in awe—or both—by the thought.

Serena responded with a silent laugh, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she shyly pushed some hair behind her ear. She suddenly found something very interesting beside her shoe. "We're good," she sighed softly and then bit her lip as though struggling with herself to say more.

At that moment, Serena realized she felt a bit isolated in her new relationship dynamics. Bonnie, as wonderful and fun and enthusiastic as she was, wasn't someone Serena felt she could confide in about the deeper, more intricate feelings she was experiencing. Bonnie was great for sharing excitement and celebrating milestones, but she was also one of those children possessed by a desire to have the world just so. Not that she couldn't handle or understand complicated things…but she didn't know how to empathize with things that were gray just yet. She was still too young.

In the past, Serena had relied on May and Lisia for the more difficult conversations. They had traveled together for the better part of the year, after all, growing undeniably close. Theirs had been an interesting dynamic, and if Serena had to choose one to feel closest to, she would have chosen May—though this would be without denying that it was Lisia, who knew her best.

Nonetheless, Serena had spoken to both of them at length about Ash…her secret hopes, her reservations, her mother's words…all of it.

May had always been supportive and encouraging, always ready to cheer Serena on or offer a shoulder to lean on, and was ever patient during Serena's more uncertain moments in which the performer went back and forth over letting her feelings for Ash go. In many ways, the brunette had actually reminded Serena of Ash himself—her optimism, eagerness bordering on recklessness, and of course her love of food.

During Serena's moments of uncertainty, when she found herself oscillating between embracing her feelings for Ash and considering letting them go, May was always there to listen patiently. She never rushed Serena or dismissed her concerns, understanding the depth of emotion involved in matters of the heart. Instead, May would share stories of her own experiences, drawing parallels that helped Serena see her situation in a different light.

Lisia, on the other hand, often seemed slightly detached whenever Serena brought up Ash, as she viewed Serena's emotional dilemmas from a distance. Her reactions were typically composed, marked by a polite blink and a thoughtful nod, as though she couldn't fully understand why Serena let herself be so deeply affected by it all. But at times, it was a fault of Lisia's—one she was well aware of and trying to unlearn—that she failed to grasp the simple truth that other people could be as real as she was and therefore their problems just as real and visceral. Despite this, the contest idol did always try to listen and understand Serena's longing, which the honey-blonde had appreciated.

Now, as Serena thought everything over, she felt a pang of regret for not having responded earlier to the two of them. Both May and Lisia had been quick to reach out after hearing about her and Ash. But caught in the whirlwind of her relationship and her new schedule, Serena hadn't been able to respond to their texts. She knew she needed to fix that soon.

"We're really good," Serena repeated, tilting her head at Brock as though considering him anew. Standing in the Pokémon Center with him, she felt comforted by the Pokédoctor's familiarity and deep history with Ash. Brock had journeyed alongside Ash through countless adventures, witnessed his battles, and supported his growth.

It was not lost on Serena that she was still learning different faucets to Ash. Though she felt as though she understood him, she also felt like she was still learning so much about him.

There were aspects of his past and his abilities that she was still discovering. Recently, Brock had shared more stories of his time with Ash during a casual group dinner Arven had hosted last week. One particular story that had left a profound impact on Serena was Brock's account of Ash's encounter with Mewtwo, where Ash had briefly died—died!—only to be revived by Pikachu's tears. That had shocked her—nearly devastated her; and she went through a sleepless night. She felt like the importance of such a significant experience was almost too much for her to comprehend. It underscored the intense and often perilous life Ash led—a life filled with encounters that could easily turn fatal.

In addition to that, Brock had explained Ash's aura abilities, which had come to light in the Tera Cave, a little more after she had asked. Ash's aura, similar to that of a "Sir Aaron"—a legendary hero from the Hoenn region, if she remembered correctly—suggested a rare and powerful connection to some mystical forces within the Pokémon world. This ability to manipulate aura was not just a unique trait but also a significant responsibility, and it placed Ash in scenarios that were as dangerous as they were extraordinary.

These revelations brought a new dimension to Serena's understanding of Ash. It wasn't just about the adventures or the battles; it was about grasping the weight of the legacy Ash carried with him—a legacy that included incredible powers and daunting challenges. As Serena processed this information, she realized that her relationship with Ash would always involve navigating the complexities of his life as a Pokémon trainer, a life that was intertwined with the destinies of the most powerful creatures in their world.

And Ash had the audacity to be worried about her? For wanting to go with him to a Tera Cave?!

"It can just be frustrating," Serena let out a long breath, after explaining she and Ash's most recent miscommunication in Clavell's office. "Because I want to be there for him now. He gets into so many dangerous situations. Danger follows Ash Ketchum," Serena hopped on the counter and threw her hands up in exasperation while Brock listened patiently. "And I couldn't forgive myself if something were to happen to him and I wasn't there to help!"

Brock chuckled but nodded understandingly, "Well, at this point, Ash knows that his adventures often land him into tricky positions," scratching his chin, "but maybe think about it this way. In the same way you would never be able to forgive yourself if Ash got hurt without you there; Ash would never be able to forgive himself if you got hurt trying to help him."

Serena's expression shifted to one of contemplation before she buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled slightly. "I know," she sighed, the weight of her concerns for Ash pressing down on her. She lifted her head, her eyes clouded with worry. "But Ash needs to trust that I can take care of myself. That I can make my own decisions." Her hands dropped to her lap as she stared into space, her mind racing—as it had been all week—with all the dangerous scenarios Ash continually found himself in.

Brock leaned in, his tone gentle yet firm, aiming to offer a balanced perspective. "Same could be said for you, Serena…" he pointed out, folding his arms as he spoke, emphasizing his point with a steady gaze.

Serena's features glittered like hardened stone out of a strange reaction to the Pokédoctor's words. "I do trust him. So much," she insisted quickly, her voice tinged with affection yet also colored by her frustration. "It's just sometimes there are dangerous situations he could avoid all together if he weren't so reckless!" She gripped the sides of the counter until her knuckles turned white and then relaxed.

Brock's own smile turned knowing as he appeared to perceive a hint of denial. "You should talk to him about all of this," he suggested warmly. "I think you all are on the same page more than you think and all that's left is to have an open conversation!" Brock grinned, placing his hands on his hips as though proud of himself.

Serena offered Brock a small, tentative smile as she slid off the counter. "You're right. We just need to talk through it some more." She nodded, determined. While her worries hadn't entirely dissipated, opening up had brought her more clarity, a clear path forward amidst the emotional fog.

With a renewed sense of purpose, she and Pancham began to make their way toward the Pokémon Center exit. Just before crossing the threshold, Serena half-turned to wave. "Bye, Brock!" she called out cheerfully, "Thank you!"

"Why is the Kalos Queen thanking you?" Miriam asked, suddenly standing beside Brock, who turned to look at her and blushed bright red.

He stammered. "I, uh, um…," Brock tried to puff out his chest. Failed. "You know, just giving my friends some relationship advice," he muttered in a diminutive voice, poking his two index fingers together.

Miriam gave him an appraising glance, her eyes sweeping up and down, a soft smile spreading across her face. Then, with a giggle and a shake of her head, Miriam turned and disappeared into the back.

---

After a demanding Thursday filled with way too much classwork—really, his brain was fried from math with Tyme—Ash found himself at a familiar comfort zone: a secluded training field where he could focus on honing the skills with Pikachu, Wattrel, and Charcadet. Koraidon lounged on the sidelines, his intense gaze following every move.

The training session was rigorous. Pikachu worked on agility drills, darting between obstacles and perfecting his ability to stop and shoot a Thunderbolt at the drop of a hat. Wattrel, meanwhile, practiced aerial maneuvers in and around the yellow mouse's lightning strikes, diving and swooping with increasing precision, aiming to find a way to electrically charge her Pecks. Charcadet focused on flame control, blasting targets with varying intensities of fire, working to maintain power over longer durations without losing focus.

As his Pokémon trained, Ash's mind wandered briefly to his next gym badge. He had initially considered trying to obtain one in Cascarrafa; it would have been convenient to combine the trip. But he just knew from experience that the aftermath of a Blitz game left him drained and hardly in peak condition for a gym challenge. The thought of entering a gym battle without all his energy didn't sit well with him.

Resigned to the reality of his schedule, Ash had shifted his focus to another gym leader—Brassius. Known for his artistic approach to battles and his unique strategy, Brassius presented a different kind of challenge that excited Ash. The decision felt right; it aligned better with his need to be fully prepared and energized for the encounter. Besides, Artazon really wasn't too far from the city, so it would be an easy trip.

Though the sun was weakening as it dropped, the temperature seemed to rise because the breeze that had brought faint relief all day had faded, and now the air was still and heavy. As the wildflowers burned with the last of the day's fiery colors, Ash found himself increasingly distracted by his thoughts. He groaned and shook his head. He was irritated; hot with tension. It was particularly annoying collecting these gym badges for two purposes. He wanted to just enjoy the new challenge in a new place within a new league, but…Ash felt connected to Navarro and he didn't want to. He didn't want to care.

But he felt bad for the guy, he couldn't help it. Navarro's words…even the greatest men suffer when they fall in love…so much in life threatens to take what you love away…They kept ringing in Ash's brain and left him mildly paralyzed. He felt like he understood the Tera Industries CEO—which was crazy because he didn't even know the guy. Not really.

Except he knew that his wife was dying…

Ash suppressed a chill and forced his mind not to think of Serena at the moment.

Meanwhile, Pikachu couldn't help but notice Ash's lapse in focus. The electric mouse sniffed and scampered over to the young champion with a raised eyebrow. He knew his trainer well enough to understand that something—or someone—was probably weighing on his mind. The yellow rodent had heard a lot of late night conversations about how "Serena just doesn't understand that I want to keep her safe!" or "I know she's strong, I really do—but I think it's fair not to put her in danger if I can help it, right?"

Really, Wattrel and Charcadet should consider themselves lucky that they're getting full nights of rest. And while Pikachu suffered the loss of his precious beauty sleep—he just doesn't function on less than seven hours, he decided—Charcadet's contribution to the new "romance" consisted of initiating playful wagers among the Pokémon, that sounded about as immature as they were: betting on whether Ash would trip over his words or get flustered when Serena touched his arm, counting how many times Ash would glance back at Serena as they parted ways; seeing if he could get his little flames to burn as hot as Ash's flush after the two kissed. Pancham—and surprisingly Sylveon—were always willing to take Characadet up on these bets.

Pikachu sighed. Truly, it was like babysitting sometimes.

But of course, the electric mouse was very happy for Ash; he really was. He couldn't be more happy, actually. And Pikachu knew that it wasn't necessarily Serena distracting him, but this new worry Ash had about her. Of keeping her safe.

"That's why we need to get stronger," Ash had told Pikachu on one of their nights of pillow talk. "We need to be strong enough to protect her from anything."

"Pika…chu…" Pikachu had agreed with a yawn—except of course, he knew that Serena would always be okay with Delphox, Sylveon, and Pancham by her side. He knew Ash knew this too, but Pikachu understood that it made Ash feel better to be able to do something about his own concern for her.

Wattrel and Charcadet also felt and understood this new motivation. And they were excited to get stronger to help Ash protect the girl he loved. Wattrel, in particular, found this cause not only noble but also quite romantic. She became the storyteller of the group, frequently chattering about how Ash and Serena were the perfect pair and weaving their tale into a grand narrative that she eagerly shared with nearly every wild Pokémon they encountered in the meadow. This embarrassed Pikachu and Charcadet, but they knew better than to get in the way of a Wattrel and their stories.

Either way, Pikachu understood that Ash's heart was no longer inside his chest, it was with Serena. And if anything were to happen to her, he would never be the same. And so this motivated Pikachu, because he needed Ash to always be Ash.

As their training died down, all the Pokémon were sprawled across the grassy meadow, each one catching their breath and enjoying a well-deserved rest. Ash, feeling himself come back to normal, brimmed with pride and energy, surveyed his team with a wide grin. "Great job, guys! You're working really hard," he praised, adjusting the bill of his cap with a satisfied nod.

Perched comfortably at Ash's feet, Pikachu gave a weary but happy "Pika!" in response, puffing out his chest a little. Wattrel, her feathers slightly ruffled, was perched on a nearby boulder, nodding in tired agreement while Charcadet lay flat on his stomach, managing a smoky sigh, his flames dimmer but still flickering gently around his helmet.

As they rested, Koraidon, who had been lying quietly—though keenly interested in the training—slowly stood up. The Paradox Pokémon shook off his scales, sending a small cloud of dirt and grass swirling around him. His large, bulbous gaze then turned towards Ash, and filled with a silent but eager anticipation.

"You…You want to train?" Ash asked, noting Koraidon's alert posture.

In response, Koraidon nodded his majestic head, the cool breeze blowing through the meadow causing his plumes to flutter gracefully. He then took a ready stance on his four limbs, his body taut and prepared for action.

Scratching his head, Ash exchanged a knowing glance with Pikachu, who watched with an experienced eye. Feeling the excitement build, Ash pumped his fist enthusiastically. "Alright! Well, let's see what you got!"

First, Ash tested Koraidon's speed and agility. From his point of view, understanding how a Pokémon moved was one of the most important elements to understanding how it battled. Depending on its range of motion and speed, different strategies unfurled like a scroll to the young champion. And so Ash directed Koraidon through a series of swift maneuvers, observing as the Paradox Pokémon dashed and weaved with a graceful, fluid speed.

"Alright," recalling at least one move in Koraidon's moveset, Ash decided to test it out. "Use Ancient Power on that boulder!"

Wattrel's eyes widened and she looked down, remembering very clearly that she was on that rogue boulder. She flew out of the way…

To Ash's amazement, Koraidon responded by channeling his energy into the ground, causing the earth to tremble slightly under their feet. With a low growl and a powerful thrust of his head, Koraidon summoned several large rocks from the soil, lifting them effortlessly into the air with a mysterious, ancient force. With a sharp command from Ash, Koraidon then hurled these boulders forward with significant power, sending them crashing through the air.

Following this, Koraidon concentrated until a silvery, glowing energy began to form at the tip of his snout. The energy condensed into a dense, shimmering ball, growing brighter and more potent by the second. Once it reached its peak, Koraidon released this energy ball towards another set of foliated rocks protruding from the ground about a kilometer off. The ball sped through the air and struck with a resounding crash, shattering the rocks into fragments with an explosive impact.

"Whoa," Ash whistled, clearly impressed and enthused. Realizing that Koraidon had two forms of the attack at his disposal, the young champion clenched his fists and brought them to his chest, "that was awesome!"

As the training session progressed, Ash quickly discovered that Agility and Dragon Claw were also part of Koraidon's moveset. However, he also noticed that Koraidon's current stamina limited him to executing no more than two special attacks at a time.

After a few more agility drills, Ash approached Koraidon, who was breathing heavily from the exertion. He placed his hand gently on the dragon's broad neck, "Hey, you're already much stronger since the first time we met. Don't worry, we'll get you back to your old self soon." His reassurance seemed to breathe fresh energy into the tired Pokémon.

Around them, Pikachu, Wattrel, and Charcadet gathered around the dragon and cheered, excited by the progress they all witnessed. Koraidon responded to this camaraderie by snorting happily and settling down on his haunches, contentment and fatigue mingling in his heavy breaths.

"You might want to be careful, Ash. We could see that explosion all the way from the path!"

As Ash spun around, his eyes brightened at the sight of Serena approaching, her feet whispering through the grass. It seemed as though her whole team was out and Sylveon and Pancham quickly ran up to greet everyone. Delphox stayed beside Serena, who carried a large picnic basket on one arm.

"Hey!" Ash exclaimed, filled with relief and happiness at her arrival. He had really been hoping she would be able to come, and immediately some of his earlier tension dissipated. Ash then turned to his Pokémon, gesturing towards them with a proud sweep of his hand, "We were just helping Koraidon train and get his paws back under him. He's pretty tired now, aren't ya buddy?"

Koraidon nodded, but his attention was soon diverted by an enticing scent. His snout twitched, clearly picking up the aroma wafting from the direction of Serena's picnic basket.

Sensing his curiosity, Serena let out a light giggle, her eyes twinkling in the growing starlight. "We figured you all might be tired and hungry, so we brought some treats," she explained, shifting a bit and she glared at Pancham when the panda Pokémon coughed and rolled his eyes. There had been no "we' in the idea, but he let Serena tell herself what she had to.

Ignoring him, Serena added a touch of concern to her tone, "But seriously, Ash. You may need to find a new place to train if Koraidon's going to start using explosives…" Her comment was light-hearted but pointed, hinting at the unexpected intensity of their training session.

"Yeah," Ash replied, scratching the back of his head in agreement. He shared a sheepish grin with Koraidon. "I guess we got a little carried away."

Pikachu sweatdropped, "Pika, chu. Chu." It really wouldn't be the first time, the yellow rodent thought, and then sidled up to Serena, drawn to her by his nose. He tapped her leg, asking, in his own way, what she brought.

Serena beamed as she carefully lowered the picnic basket to the ground and opened it, revealing its contents to an eager Pikachu. "Ta-da! Poké Puffs!" she declared with a satisfied lightness.

Pikachu inhaled the sweet aroma of the baked treats and sighed.

"Nice!" Ash pumped a fist and then watched, deflating a bit as all the Pokémon, save Koraidon, who was observing the frenzy curiously, flocked and surrounded Serena. "H-hey! Save some for me!" Ash groaned and ran up to the group as well.

Koraidon, standing a little apart, tilted his head, his nostrils flaring slightly as he sniffed the air. As a Paradox Pokémon, he carried a sense of dignity and restraint, hesitant to join the scramble for food. He didn't want to impose or seem too eager.

"It's okay, Koraidon," Serena smiled, noticing the Paradox Pokémon's hesitancy, "I made some especially for you! I know you're trying to build your strength up, and this recipe said it was great for Dragon-types. Here!"

It was a vibrant little thing, its surface a rich, deep purple that shimmered with a subtle, metallic sheen, reminiscent of a dragon's scales under the sunlight. Swirls of fiery red icing added a dramatic flair before being tempered with dustings of silver edible glitter.

Koraidon approached Serena with a dignified grace, his large form moving smoothly despite its massive size. With gentle care, he accepted the offered Poké Puff from her outstretched hand, his movements careful not to startle or be too abrupt. Once the treat was securely in his jaws, he threw his head back and allowed the treat to climb down his throat.

As the flavors rolled down his tongue and into his stomach, a transformation occurred in Koraidon's expression. His eyes, initially focused and somewhat serious, began to sparkle with delight. Star-like sparkles seemed to fill his fiery gaze as the taste of the treat—a blend of sweet and spicy notes tailored to appeal to a dragon's palate—swept him into a state of bliss. He snorted happily, a cloud of warm breath puffing into the air, and a deep, satisfied rumble vibrated through his throat, resonating with contentment.

Feeling encouraged, Koraidon nudged Serena gently on her side, which made her laugh and then squeal as the unexpected touch tickled her.

"I'm glad you liked them! Hold on, let me get you more," Serena said with a giggle. She reached back into her basket to grab three more treats, each crafted with the same attention to detail and nutritional care. Koraidon gobbled them up, each bite seeming to fill him with more vigor and satisfaction.

Nearby, Ash watched the interaction with a smile, his face decorated with frosting and sprinkles. "Aren't they the best?"

Koraidon, now fully engaged and visibly happier, nodded vigorously in agreement. He nuzzled Serena affectionately, his large head gently pushing against her in a gesture of thanks and contentment.

As the Pokémon contentedly munched on their treats, a hushed silence enveloped Ash and Serena. The relaxed atmosphere of moments before shifted subtly as the tensions they'd briefly set aside crept back. Their exchanges became hesitant, their glances quick and tinged with a shy unease.

Serena tentatively broke the silence. "So…Have you and Clemont made a decision about when you're going to find more Tera Caves?"

"Not yet." Ash brushed at some crumbs on his shirt, his gaze distant as he responded. "He and Clavell are going to keep an eye out for one that pops up. Apparently, how they appear and disappear is a mystery. Like everything else in this region."

Serena nodded, a slight frown forming. "I see… and you'll let me know when something comes up?" She eyed him in the way girls tend to eye something that is about to displease them.

Ash met her gaze and momentarily suppressed a groan. He lifted his cap, running his fingers through his hair before resettling it on his head. "Serena, I don't know…"

"Ash, we're a team," Serena insisted, her tone firm yet caring. "Just like how I think you want to protect me, I want to protect you. And I don't think pushing the other away or managing what the other does is really helpful…" She was also speaking to herself.

"I do want to protect you," Ash said earnestly, stepping closer to take her hands in his. His voice softened while her touch brought him back to a sense of closeness needed to feel while they had this conversation. "Serena, I just feel like—when we're doing something dangerous—you would help me more by being safe…"

"But why, Ash" Serena countered, her voice rising slightly in frustration. "Doesn't that mean you don't trust me to take care of myself. I can make my own decisions, Ash. I know what I'm capable of."

Ash groaned, his expression pained. "Serena…" He didn't know how to say what he really felt. He was suddenly beginning to realize that he could feel numerous things all at once, and that each one of these feelings could also be simultaneously true and untrue. It was confusing.

Serena opened her mouth to argue further, but she paused, catching herself. She realized she wasn't being entirely fair. Brock was right…she didn't trust Ash. Not really. She wanted to be around Ash not just for support but to manage his impulsiveness, a realization that was as uncomfortable as it was true. Ash had faced death before. While she trusted his abilities, his judgment still stunningly haunted her.

They fell into a heavy silence, each lost in their thoughts.

"So… what do we do?" Ash finally asked, low and uncertain. "I don't want to be at odds with each other, but I'm also not willing to let go of all this."

Serena sighed, her gaze drifting away from his. She chewed on the inside of her cheek. "I'm not sure," she admitted softly, but allowing Ash's fingers to intertwine with her own. "We just need to learn to trust each other. And that takes time."

Ash nodded, offering her a small smile. He liked that plan. Maybe his new anxiety about her safety would grow less visceral in time, less suffocating.

They rejoined the Pokémon contentedly nibbling on their Poké Puffs. At some point, Koraidon suddenly stood, stretching his formidable limbs with a powerful grace that hinted at a resurgence of energy. The treats seemed to have revitalized him significantly, their effects erasing any signs of earlier fatigue. His draconic gaze wandered across the meadow, taking in the rolling hills.

Koraidon then turned his attention back to Serena, perhaps sensing the emotional tension that lingered around her. With a gentle grace, almost like a bow, he lowered his neck and positioned himself in front of her quite deferentially. Serena, who had been absentmindedly stroking his plumes, paused and blushed slightly at his gesture. "Oh?"

Ash, watching this interaction, furrowed his brows. "What is it?"

Serena looked up at him, letting out a short, uncertain breath. "Koraidon wants to go for a run," she began with disbelief and a hint of embarrassment. "And I think he wants me to get on."

"Get on?" Ash echoed, his initial confusion giving way to surprise. "You mean, he wants you to ride him? That's awesome!"

Koraidon nodded toward Serena, confirming that this was indeed his intention. Serena's expression, at first completely caught off guard, lit up with a determination that soon solidified into resolve. She moved beside Koraidon and, with a fluidity that made it seem as though she had done this many times before, gracefully mounted the dragon-like creature. Her movements were smooth and practiced, almost like a dance she had perfected long ago.

"Wait a second," Ash raised his hands as a wave of mixed emotions washed over him. Watching Serena, he was met with a sudden and unexpected warmth that surged through him, leaving him feeling oddly flustered and anxious. The muscles across his stomach clenched. "I…I don't know about this."

The honey-blonde raised an eyebrow, her impatience clear. "You just said it was awesome."

"Yeah, well," Ash groaned, rubbing his face. "It might be dangerous," he muttered, his thoughts hazy. He wasn't even sure what he was saying.

Serena scoffed lightly, a playful challenge in her tone. "Weren't we just talking about trust, Ash Ketchum? Besides, you can hardly use that excuse. You do dangerous things all the time!"

"That's true," Ash admitted, glancing at Delphox. The Fox Pokémon gave Ash a pointed look, as if urging him to reconsider his protective instincts.

With a sigh, Ash's expression shifted from apprehensive to determined. "Well, I want to ride too! Koraidon, can you carry us both?" If anything, he didn't want to be left out of the adventure.

The Paradox Pokémon nodded happily, eager to have both Ash and Serena aboard. Ash, unlike Serena's smooth ascent, struggled slightly to climb onto the large creature. His movements were less refined and clumsy, but with Serena's help he managed to hoist himself up and settle in behind her. As he did, he reddened at being so closely pressed against her.

Serena, although slightly annoyed with him just moments before, couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her as Ash wrapped his arms around her waist. She stiffened slightly, suppressing a squeak of surprise at the sudden closeness. Her hands gripped Koraidon's antennas, which served as makeshift reins, with renewed firmness.

"Ready?" Serena asked, slightly shaky as she tried to steady her breathing and focus.

"Yeah," Ash responded close to her ear.

She could feel his breath on her neck. In her hair.

Finally, Serena nodded, signaling to Koraidon that they were prepared to move. She instinctively nudged the Paradox Pokémon forward, and he responded with enthusiasm, taking off at a brisk gallop that instantly transformed the atmosphere.

As Koraidon surged forward, the other Pokémon erupted in cheers, their voices fading into the background as the pair accelerated across the meadow. Serena couldn't help but squeal with delight at the exhilarating sensation of speed and freedom. The wind whipped past them, carrying with it the fresh scent of grass and earth, intensifying the thrill of the ride.

And the couple became hyper-aware of the other. The solid warmth of his chest against her back, the steady pressure of his arms securing her in place. The muscles of his forearms flexing against her stomach with each shift and turn, reassuring and protective. This closeness, combined with the adrenaline of their wild ride, left their pulses racing for more reasons than one, blurring the lines between that adrenaline and something new.

Koraidon continued to soar across the meadow. In the gloaming, the high-altitude clouds in the eastern sky formed a thin purplish wash which became richer and fuller as the night deepened. Stars punctuated the darkness as these masses broke apart with hints of distant, cold fire. Everything was washed in shadows or silver.

Serena marveled at it all. The sense of freedom was exhilarating; the cool night air rushed past them, tingling her skin and whipping through her hair. She reveled in this side of herself, this hidden talent for riding that connected her to her girlhood, which she realized was coming to an end. But this skill allowed her to escape everything sometimes—allowed her to travel back in time. The rough scales of Koraidon's hide chafed her legs—even through her high socks—but it didn't matter. She was having so much fun.

Ash grinned, captivated not so much by the landscape as by the girl in front of him. He was a little busy noticing how her hair, all fairy-like in the moonlight, smelled like flowers and how warm she felt in his arms and how his gut seemed to stir with a strange sensation whenever she moved against him.

As they continued, Koraidon, swelling with pride, approached a small ledge that created a natural separation in the terrain. The natural shelf was not particularly high, but it was enough to present a challenge, especially with the added weight of two riders.

"Serena," Ash murmured into her ear. He was aware of the physical demands such a leap would place on Koraidon. Despite the dragon's impressive recovery and the power displayed earlier, Ash doubted whether Koraidon had the strength to safely land such a jump with both of them aboard. Still, he didn't stop the Pokémon. He was excited. He wanted Koraidon to take the jump.

Serena braced herself, her body tensing in anticipation. She trusted Koraidon's capabilities—he wouldn't take the leap if he didn't think he could land it. Her grip tightening on the creature's guiding antennas, her posture firm and ready.

Koraidon, picking up on the determined energy from both trainers, took the leap with a powerful push of his muscular legs. They rose nearly three meters into the air, the night wind whooshing around them, a moment suspended in time that felt both exhilarating and precarious.

Upon landing, however, the reality of the Pokémon's daring didn't quite match his ambition. Koraidon's footing, though strong, wasn't perfect due to the uneven terrain and the extra load. The impact jolted through him, unbalancing his stance. He would have recovered, however, but Ash hadn't braced himself and his grip slipped as Koraidon stumbled. In his attempt to regain his balance, Ash's movements inadvertently pulled on Serena. The sudden shift in weight and momentum caused both riders to lose their balance and fall off the dragon completely.

They found themselves tumbling down a gentle, grassy knoll. Rolling over and over, the world became a blur of green and starlight, leaving them disoriented and breathless. Koraidon, having regained his footing, turned and trotted back towards them, his concern evident as he watched their mildly chaotic descent.

Finally, the momentum spent, Ash and Serena came to a stop, lying side by side on the soft, cool earth. For a moment, there was silence between them, the only sounds being the rustle of grass and their own heavy breaths. Ash, slightly dazed, craned his neck to look at Serena, bracing himself for her reaction, expecting her to be annoyed or even upset with him

Instead, she was laughing, her body shaking and trembling. The sight of her so carefree and happy was contagious, and soon Ash found himself joining in, his earlier concern dissolving also into a fit of laughter.

And for a little while they laid there in the grass, laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. As their convulsions began to subside, Ash rolled over towards Serena to get a better look at her, to make sure she was really okay.

He found himself hovering over her. He stopped laughing. So did she.

Koraidon decided it was best to leave them be and decided to take interest in some wildflowers.

Ash felt his lips grow heavy and numb as his dark eyes bore into hers. The muscles across his forearms flexed and burned as he held himself up the mere inches from her face. He couldn't imagine anything more beautiful. The starlight was all in her hair and her skin and her eyes. Ash gulped, his mouth going dry. His heart thudded against his chest, wild and uncontrollable. He couldn't help it. He vaguely wondered if he'd ever get used to this—to her. To her closeness. To this urgency he felt to be near her like this.

Dimly, he was aware of her hands—light and nervous—moving up from his shoulders towards his face, which she cupped, a small sigh escaping her lips. "We're a team," Serena hummed, her cheeks rosy and she smiled. It felt good to feel so warm.

Ash nodded faintly and took a deep breath, one he released slowly as she relaxed her grip and withdrew her hands from his face. In the silence, the meadow appeared to shrink to some small, insignificant space. Ash slipped one arm around her, still holding himself up with the other, and then lowered his head and kissed her; a deep, sustained and private kiss.

He pulled away, his lips moist now. It was as if the first kiss always opened some kind of door with him, one that allowed Ash to feel more bold and confident. "I like your lips, Serena," he dipped his head a moment and looked back up at her to laugh rather boyishly, his breath blowing strands of her hair from her face. "I mean, you have really kissable lips."

"What?" Serena issued a soft, disbelieving squeak. She turned crimson. She didn't know why, but Ash's words made her feel warm all over, and she grew awkward in her own skin—as if all of her were suddenly too sensitive to even the gentlest touch—and she hardly recognized her body in this new state. Moving it, doing anything, took enormous willpower.

Sensing her sudden agitation, Ash grew worried and insecure. "W-What? Was that bad of me to say?" His brows creased and he started to pull away, but Serena gripped his sleeves.

She didn't want him to leave her feeling so exposed. She just needed a minute. "No, no," she breathed, biting her lip—did he like it when she bit her lip? Her 'really kissable' lip?—no, she needed to stop that. "It was," Serena shivered, feeling simultaneously the warmth of his body close to hers and the cool of the night.

Ash felt her shiver, and he wrapped his arm more tightly around her, which both helped and didn't help.

"It was sweet," Serena managed, letting out a long, stabilizing breath as her mind searched for something familiar through all the muddled feelings. "I, um, I like it when you say things like that. It makes me feel, you know," Serena inwardly groaned; she didn't want to have to finish the sentence, because she actually wasn't sure herself how all of this made her feel.

However, she flushed when she saw Ash still waiting for her response and quickly decided to explain more simplistically, "I've told you before, girls like to feel," she searched, squeezing his shoulder while the heat continued to race up and down her skin, "pretty, admired, wanted, and all that." She tried to look away, hoping that breaking eye contact would help cool her body down. Really, Ash's gaze, especially when it bore into her so intensely like that, could make her feel so strange.

"Serena," Ash, still not quite on the same page, but getting there, kept his eyes fixed on her, "you know I think you're beautiful."

Serena sighed again, closing her eyes as though taking his words in, letting them comfort her and anchoring herself onto them, despite the fact they left her feeling dizzy. But Serena felt a gentle ease replacing the earlier tension. They were never going to avoid dangerous things, she realized, but maybe going through challenges together will create more moments like these…

"I do like it when you tell me that," she eventually admitted with a small smile, shifting under him to meet his gaze.

Ash blinked and grinned. "I'll tell you every day if you want me to! I sure do think it all the time!"

"Ash," Serena whispered, not sure what else to say, while her fingers gently carded his raven hair and removed blades of grass from the unruly locks. He had lost his hat in the tumble. She then let her hands travel again to his arms, feeling the muscle there and the firmness of him surprised her and made her breath catch.

"So," she began again, trying to take her mind off her hands, which were trembling slightly now. "You'll tell me every day I'm beautiful, hm?"

The boy's smile broadened and he nodded eagerly.

"And," Serena continued, placing a finger to Ash's lips, which had been descending on her again, "You'll keep telling me you love me?" Serena asked, her eyes suddenly brushing away from his heady stare. She meant to say this playfully, but the words came out heavy.

Ash paused. He nodded more slowly, squinting as though trying to read her. He suddenly wondered whether she, like him, sometimes thought all of this—them—would vanish somehow; if maybe it was too good to be true. And maybe it was that fear that made him cling a little too tightly to her sometimes.

"I love you," he said, his body unconsciously inching closer towards her as though wanting to show her just how concrete, how tangible the two of them were against these nebulous doubts.

At his words, Serena's racing heart seemed to calm though she still felt warm and agitated. In a fit of passion—brought on by the proximity of his body and his searching gaze and his eager lips—Serena reached back up for his shirt, gripping it tightly into fistfuls at his chest. She then used her hold to pull him completely down onto her, sliding her mouth over his.

As their kiss deepened, Ash felt a surge of emotion that left him momentarily overwhelmed. Groaning, he instinctively threw a hand out beside Serena's head to brace himself, careful not to let his full weight press down on her. Yet even this simple gesture felt enormous, his muscles having grown weak and liquidy.

This was definitely their longest kiss, Ash decided, and the sensations were intoxicating. And then he felt Serena's lips begin to move…they moved under his own, responding with an desire that took him by surprise. He didn't know you could move your lips in a kiss. Her lips were warm and soft and tasted like sugar. It all sent a thrill down the entire length of him. Every shift, every gentle press seemed to draw him deeper, amplifying the connection that throbbed between them.

This kiss was more than just an expression of affection; it felt like another conversation held in the hush of shared breaths and heartbeats. Serena, through each brush and pull and press, conveyed a willingness to try and trust Ash, despite her reservations about his inherent recklessness. Each time she moved, she seemed to be saying: I'll work towards accepting this part of you; I'm committed; I believe in us.

Ash, for his part, felt slightly out of his depth. He didn't think he could match the way Serena was kissing him, and—not sure of how to reciprocate in kind with the same level of skill—he found himself speaking to her in a subtly different way. His arm, which had instinctively tightened around her waist in a protective embrace, gradually loosened and relaxed. This light shift was Ash's way of saying that he was willing to trust—to be less afraid about losing her.

Soon, however, trying to maintain any semblance of thought became a losing battle for Ash, and he grew lightheaded. His mind was a whirl of sensations, each breath of hers on his making it harder to focus on anything but the feel of Serena so close, so immediate. He vaguely felt the desire to fully press himself up against her—he didn't know why. He just wanted to feel her even closer.

Just as Ash felt something in his chest might burst, Serena gently pulled away. Her face was flushed with a radiant heat that seemed to emanate in waves, tinting her cheeks a deep, embarrassed red. She laughed lightly, a sound that was both apologetic and endearing, as she shifted their positions. With a smooth movement, she guided them to sit side by side in the meadow, her presence still close but no longer as overwhelmingly intimate.

As they settled next to each other, Serena busied herself with dusting off her skirt, an attempt to regain some composure after the intensity of their connection. "W-we, should get back," she stammered, her voice a mix of reluctance and practicality as she tucked stray strands of her golden hair behind her ears. "The others will probably wonder where we went."

"Uh-huh," Ash managed to respond, his voice barely above a murmur. He found himself momentarily lost for words, still reeling

Serena couldn't resist the dazed expression that lingered on his face, and she leaned in and gave him a quick, tender peck on the cheek.

Then, with a graceful motion, the girl stood up, smoothing down her skirt as she did so. She reached out her hand to Ash, offering it with a wry smile. It was like she was inviting him to rejoin her, not just in the simple act of standing, but also in the subtle reassurances that—despite the passionate feelings and the tension—their friendship and deeper connection remained a constant they could both rely on.

Ash, still sporting a slightly goofy grin, accepted her hand. He let her pull him to his feet, grateful for the support and the normalcy it represented. Her touch would always feel familiar and so comforting.

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Perched in the foliage of a dense bush, Team Rocket was inadvertently caught up in the romance unfolding before them. As Koraidon piddled around the meadow, their mission had taken an unexpected turn…

While adjusting her night vision binoculars, Jessie tried to maintain her harsh and aggravated exterior, "Should we be watching this..?"

"We're jus waitin' to see if there's an opening," Meowth muttered with a mischievous grin, yet his feline gaze unblinkingly fixed on the couple. "Ya know, to swipe dat Koraidon."

James reached into a bag of popcorn and chewed, "The twerp needs to move his lips," he observed, squinting into his lenses.

"He'll learn," Meowth shook his head.

Jessie gestured with frustration and stomped a foot on the ground rather petulantly. "But isn't this the perfect opportunity to steal Koraidon?" Her eyes flashed with irritation as she finally pulled her binoculars away.

Surprisingly principled at the moment, James protested, "Have you no honor? We never steal when our targets are in the throes of romance."

"When did we make that rule?" Jessie placed her hands on her hips, incredulous.

"Just now," James raised a solemn finger. "Besides, Koraidon looks a little too alert at the moment."

Meowth added, "He's focusin' on anything to pretend da twerps aren't makin' out right now."

"Poor guy," James sympathized, his tone half-serious.

Jessie, frustrated but not defeated, shifted her focus. "Well, what about the other Pokémon alone in the meadow?!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the direction they'd come with dramatic arms.

James and Meowth exchanged glances as though looking for an excuse. But then James, with a smug grin, closes his eyes, "Still goes against our principal. Not stealing during moments of ardor."

Jessie threw her hands up and she snarled. "Honestly, how do I even deal with the two of you!?"

"I overheard the twerps chattin' at lunch during my little spy mission," Meowth piped up, his eyes glinting with cunning. "They's got themselves a Blitz match comin' up in Cascarrafa. Maybe we can swipe their Pokémon while the twerp's all caught up in the game."

James brightened at the idea. "A great plan. We should steal then. Not now."

Jessie groaned, but, looking around as though embarrassed, she also went back to huddling in the bush, watching Ash and Serena kiss, her features softening. Perhaps there was something enchanting about the scene that even hardened villains like Team Rocket couldn't resist observing, just a little longer.

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Friday's Showcase had been a spectacle of light, sound, and extraordinary performances, again captivating the audience in Mesagoza. It was Bonnie and Clemont's first Showcase in the city, and they were thoroughly impressed and enchanted by the event and all the performers, discussing enthusiastically how the creativity and new fashion blended seamlessly on stage. They also loved seeing all the different Paldean Pokémon.

The morning after, Serena had organized a breakfast gathering at her apartment. It was a bright and warm morning, the kind that promised good conversation. She had invited Brock and the Kalos siblings, seeing the little gathering as a chance for these friends from different parts of her life to connect and share stories.

Serena saw a thread of commonality between them that could potentially weave a tight-knit circle. Brock, with his deep knowledge of Pokémon health and his experience as a Pokémon breeder, had a lot to offer in terms of understanding Pokémon behavior and care. Clemont, on the other hand, was a brilliant inventor whose gadgets and technological know-how often aimed at improving the lives of Pokémon and their trainers. Serena believed that Brock and Clemont could exchange ideas and interest because ultimately, they both cared about Pokémon deeply and were always looking to improve upon Pokémon care.

Serena had also invited Arven, thinking he and Clemont would particularly hit it off due to their scientific interests. Arven's work with Pokémon in natural environments could provide Clemont with real-world applications for his inventions. Plus, Arven's quiet intensity and dedication to his research could complement Clemont's more animated and experimental demeanor.

However, despite her hopes, Arven had not responded to her invitation. Serena had sent him texts and called him a few times, but there was no reply. This was unusual for Arven, who was typically prompt and courteous in his communications. His silence worried her, given his recent stress over the Titan Pokémon and his father's mysteries, but she hoped there was a simple explanation for his lack of response.

As Serena prepared for the breakfast, she and her Pokémon arranging a spread of freshly baked croissants, fruits, cheeses, jams, cream and a pot of tea; she couldn't help but continually check her phone. Delphox was by the oven, carefully adjusting the heat for a batch of pastries, while Sylveon and Pancham finished setting the table. Serena checked her phone yet again for any message from Arven but found none. "What is going on with him?" she sighed aloud, her frustration evident.

With a computer tablet in hand, Clemont had been animatedly explaining the mechanics of his latest device designed to enhance Pokémon accuracy when he noticed Serena's repeated glances towards her phone. His mid-sentence enthusiasm waned as he caught the edge of concern in her movements.

"Is everything okay, Serena?" Clemont asked, looking up just as his Chespin seized the moment to snatch the basket of croissants from the table, munching away happily.

Serena, feeling the heat from the kitchen, wiped her brow and her lips twisted into a worried pout. "It's fine, it's just—one of my friends, Arven—has been acting strange," she admitted, tapping her open hand with a wooden spoon.

Clemont inclined his head as though waiting for more of an explanation until he saw Chespin eating all of Serena's croissant and he leapt from the table to stop him. "Chespin! Come on!"

"Hm," Brock leaned back in his chair and scratched his chin. "I wonder if he'd be bothered by the sighting of another Titan Pokémon."

As Clemont battled with Chespin, trying to salvage the remaining croissants from the determined Pokémon, chaos briefly ensued, with flakes and crumbs flying across the table. His focus was split between his thief of a Pokémon and the conversation, which seemed to be taking a more serious turn.

"Titan Pokémon?" Clemont grunted, managing to wrestle the basket from Chespin's tiny grasp, glaring at the Spiny Nut Pokémon. From the side, Bonnie and her Dedenne watched the spectacle, their expressions aloof while they both spread a rawst berry jam across a piece of hot baguette. What they'd just witnessed was nothing new.

Serena, her attention caught by Brock's mention of the Titan Pokémon, paused; her hands mid-fold as she'd been rolling another batch of croissant dough around pieces of chocolate. "What?" she asked, her face paling.

Brock elaborated, "Jacq found another Titan Pokémon—a Bombirdier?—flying around the Western Province. We were going to go looking for it maybe next week once we had more information." He glanced towards Serena, noting her alarmed expression. "Maybe it's making him anxious?"

"He is an anxious fellow…" Bonnie murmured around a mouth full of food.

Serena looked distant for a moment. Why would another Herba Mystica make him anxious? Mabostiff was close to being fully healed. There was no urgency anymore, was there?

But then she remembered something else. She recalled how Arven had once shared his deep-seated hopes about the Herba Mystica and Koraidon. How he believed that the legendary Pokémon was connected to his father's disappearance, and how he needed the dragon to return to his full potential. Serena had listened, not fully grasping his logic but recognizing the desperation in his voice.

The honey-blonde frowned, her thoughts aligning with the current situation. Arven's actions still weren't driven by logic but by a need to resolve the mysteries surrounding his father. The realization hit her suddenly and sharply. "And now, he's decided he needs to find a Titan Pokémon by himself," she murmured, more to herself than to anyone else in the room.

Absolutely not. Too dangerous.

Ripping off her apron with a swift motion, Serena declared, "We have to go after him."

Clemont looked up, adjusting his glasses in confusion. "Pardon? What even is a Titan Pokémon?"

"Titan Pokémon are rare and powerful creatures altered by the Herba Mystica," Brock explained, rising from the table after snagging a few more croissants and storing them into the various pockets of his vest, "a mysterious plant that appeared after Tera Industries started their experiments in Area Zero. These Pokémon are not only larger but also more volatile."

Serena, her mind racing as she gathered her things, added, "And now, Arven has decided to go after the Titan Pokémon by himself. He feels responsible because these transformations are tied to his father's work."

"Well, I'm here to help." Clemont nodded, his eyes flashing as he also began to pack his bag and double check the gadgets he had with him. "And I have to say that observing one of these Titan phenomena gets me excited…"

Brock patted his pocket where he kept his Poké Balls, ensuring his Steelix was there and ready. "You may rethink that statement once we see it, but yeah, it's pretty cool."

"Yay! An adventure!" Bonnie bounced up and down and began collecting her own things as Dedenne clapped her paws together.

Clemont frowned. "No way—you're staying here."

But Bonnie was undeterred, her determination clear as she challenged her brother. "You try and get me to stay, brother. I dare you…" Her expression was so fierce that it made everyone momentarily shiver. "I'm almost thirteen now and you were doing way more dangerous things at my age!"

Serena watched the exchange with a knowing sigh. She understood Bonnie's fiery spirit; it reminded her of her own at times. And the pre-teen had a point. "Maybe let her come, Clemont. We're stronger together! And we have taken her through worse…" she said, chewing on her lower lip and placing a hand on Clemont's arm, "I'll keep her safe."

Clemont exhaled deeply, his resistance faltering under the combined pressure and logic. "We'll both keep her safe," he conceded with a small smile, knowing he'd rather keep Bonnie close where he could watch over her anyway.

Brock was already moving towards the door. "We should leave right away if we want to catch up with him. He's probably heading to the last place the Bombirdier was seen. I have the coordinates."

Serena nodded decisively, recalling her Pokémon into their Poké Balls. "Let's go!" she called out to the group, the leader in her taking charge.

As they left and she locked up, Serena's thoughts momentarily turned to Ash. She wondered if she should call or text him—to let him know what was going on…Wouldn't that just worry him though? When he didn't need to be worried before a Blitz match?

"Later. I'll tell him later," she whispered, and then caught up with the others.

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So, yes. The classic: "let's fall down together and land in an intimate position" kiss. I adore. I always wanted our couple to ride Koraidon together, haha. Honestly, I was totally inspired by that scene in Star Wars episode II with Padmé and Anakin riding one of those weird things in the meadow etc. etc. etc. Anyway, the whole scene was symbolic in its own way, but hope you all enjoyed the smooches for now. Things will just get progressively heavier and heavier. I can't help it….But of course our couple must take their time; the progression must be realistic. If it were up to me, we'd be going at a *ehem* faster pace.

Breaking things down just a little: as complex human beings, we can feel multiple emotions all at once and they can all be valid. I like to think that's what's happening with Ash and Serena (or I hope I'm conveying this, at least.) The two do trust each other—more than anyone and with (mostly) everything. BUT, when it comes to the other's safety…not so much right now. Serena's just learning about all the ways Ash has died (like omg; I feel for you girl) and Ash still has to grapple with this new fear of losing Serena, figuring out how to balance that with the reality of his life. Boil it down, they're trying to control each other in order to protect the other, and they both sort of know it, but aren't sure how to let go, etc. etc. But they've at least started to try to let go! Maybe they need more kisses?

Let me know what you think! ;)