Chapter 47
<strong>CHAPTER 47</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">It took a few minutes to rpose myself, but even then, I felt incredibly happy. I hadn’t really had any close friends before starting on this journey. Oh, sure, there were school friends that I hung out with, but never outside of school, and they felt more like acquaintances. None of us had much inmon, and we felt more like friends of convenience. Something that we forced upon each other to not be as lonely. It was the opposite with Denzel. He was someone I felt incredibly close with even though we had only known each other for a few months, because we were together <em><span style="font-weight:400">every day</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">And I couldn’t stand the thought of not being on good terms with him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I probably need to apologize to Louis too,” Denzel said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was too aggressive. I shouldn’t have started the fight.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. “You do that. I can watch Buneary for you if you want?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s alright, I’ll carry her,” He said, lifting Buneary. She was startled for a second until she realized Denzel was picking her up. “I’ll return you to your ball so you can rest, Eevee. Budew, you cane with.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I smiled at the grass type, who turned her body away from me. It looked like she had finally warmed up to Denzel enough to work with him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, I’ll go check on how Emilia’s doing. I had Pauline and Justinfort her,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sounds good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, and could you bring Louis back to where they are? We need a strategy meeting to figure out our next steps.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My friend nodded, and we separated shortly after. I walked through the thick woods and made my way to the same fallen log Justin and Emilia had been sitting on and saw the three of them talking. Pauline was gently rubbing the girl’s back while she had her head on Justin’s shoulder. I leaned against a tree and silently observed the scene. These three were incredibly close, which made me wonder what Cecilia and Louis’ status in all of this was. The two were obviously nowhere as close to those three, although since Cece was from Unova, that probably made sense.
<span style="font-weight:400">Although for Louis… I recalled one of Pauline’s lines during their argument. She had said that they were all forced to stay with him because of his father. Had it been something she had said to wound Louis as much as possible, or was it the truth? Or maybe it was somewhere in between. I was starting to get a picture of their situation at home, at least. They all seemed to have issues with their parents. Trauma, crushing expectations, bad rtionships…
<span style="font-weight:400">I sighed and walked up to the trio.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re back,” Pauline said sharply. “How’d it go with Louis?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You didn’t see him?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">She nodded to my left, and I saw the man with his arms crossed looking at us. I felt bad at the fact that Denzel would probably look for him for longer than was needed. He could have juste with me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s been there for a while,” Justin said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I spoke with him, and it went well. Don’t expect him to apologize, or anything, but I think he’ll have no problems helping us when needed now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Pauline rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t expecting one of those.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cut him some ck,” Emilia said quietly. “We’re all on edge.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine…” The redhead grumbled. “But I’m not apologizing either!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No one asked you to,” Justin said.
<span style="font-weight:400">We continued making small talk while we waited for Cecilia and Denzel. My friend eventually showed up, and we observed his talk with Louis. The apology was out of earshot, and I trusted him enough to know that he wouldn’t screw it up and make the situation devolve into another argument. By the end of it, the two shook hands and nodded at each other, and they both walked toward us. Pauline clicked her tongue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Be nice,” Emilia reprimanded. “I don’t want us to fight anymore.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey guys,” I said. “Made up yet?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We have, and it feels damn good,” Denzel smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That it does. It feels even better to see the group reunited once again,” Louis said, eyeing Pauline carefully. There was obviously still tension there, but as long as they were civil with each other, it would be fine. “Should I go get Cece?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No,” I blurted out. “She said she’de out on her own.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if she feels hurt?” Louis asked. “She might need me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I trust her word.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The minutes passed slowly as we waited. I felt anxious, but at least Pauline and Louis were slowly getting back to talking again, however small and inconsequential the topic was. Denzel was still taking care of Buneary, while I tried getting to know Emilia better to distract her from the horrible state her leg was in. I had gotten off easypared to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Around twenty minutester, Cecilia finally reached us. She <em><span style="font-weight:400">looked </em><span style="font-weight:400"pletely fine, and not like she had just had a mental crisis about her father and Louis, whatever it may have been about. I knew better, though, and I’d have to try to support her as best I could. Pauline was strong. Strong enough to help Justin and Emilia, but who did Cecilia have?
<span style="font-weight:400">The answer looked to be no one.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cece! We were all so worried for you,” Louis said, running up to her and grabbing her hands.
<span style="font-weight:400">She offered him a smile. “I needed topose myself, but I am fine now,” Cece said. “But we have much to talk about, so let’s save the pleasantries forter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We need to turn back and get Emi to a Center,” Pauline said right away with fire in her eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If the majority decides, we will,” Cece said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No point in dying the vote. Who’s for turning back?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Pauline, Justin, and I raised our hands, and then looked at Emilia in confusion when they realized that she wasn’t raising hers.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Emi, why?!” </em><span style="font-weight:400">Pauline yelled.
<span style="font-weight:400">The girl sighed, cing her hands over her eyes. “If I leave now,” She started. “I won’t be able to go back.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Justin stammered. “Y—you will! And even then, if your leg—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I took my decision. I don’t want to turn back.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Pauline glowered at the others who had voted no, grinding her teeth. I personally felt the need to not go back and get through this trial, but I <em><span style="font-weight:400">couldn’t </em><span style="font-weight:400">do it in good conscience when Emilia’s leg was like this.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you even walk?” I asked her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know, I haven’t tried since earlier. It’s not as painful, so maybe.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Try,” Cecilia said.
<span style="font-weight:400">The girl slowly got up, supported by Pauline, and managed to take a few steps. She was limping, and she would be slow, but it looked like she would be able to keep going, so at least we wouldn’t have to stay in the same spot while we waited for her to get better.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That settles it then,” Denzel said. “What else is there? Should we change our formation?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I think that would be wise,” Cece quickly answered. “Emi needs to be in the middle so that she’s less exposed to threats and has more time to react to anything jumping at her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Cece,” Emilia said. “Beldum can stick around with you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The dark-skinned girl nodded. “Then we have the matter with Louis—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Already fixed,” I interrupted. “He’ll help out from now on. Right?” I looked at him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I will. My performance might have been… unsatisfactory thus far, but I will be at the top of my form from now on.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece nodded, eyeing me with a slight smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then I have a proposition. We rest here for the rest of the day, and then tomorrow, we start heading northeast again,” She said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m only going along with this on one condition,” Pauline muttered. “If Emi’s leg gets worse throughout the day, we head back, no questions asked.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can go along with that,” Denzel said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Very well,” Cece also agreed. “Then the meeting is adjourned.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We all went back to our upations. Denzel and Justin decided to watch the opposite ends of the camp with Eevee and Growlithe, while Pauline decided to watch over Emi while she slept in her tent. Louis evidently tried to speak to his fiance, but she seemingly always had an excuse to avoid him, and apparently, I was hertest excuse. We were in a secluded part of the camp, where Denzel had been before. Water slowly dripped from the foliage, which was so dense it covered the sky and stopped the rain from falling on us.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So Castelia’s even bigger than Jubilife?” I asked, feeling mindblown at the existence of such a city.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Muchrger— twice asrge if I remember correctly. It is truly a magnificent sight, especially at night. I’d love to go back one day,” She said, looking at the sky.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, a year’s a long time, I guess, but after the Circuit’s over, you can go back, right? At least during the summer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece smiled sadly and looked to the side. “I wish it was that easy, but to be quite honest, there are also advantages to being in Sinnoh.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right? I mean, it’s not as popted or as dense as the other regions, but it’s got a charm of its own.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mostly meant avoiding my father.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt my stomach sink. I should have known that was what she was talking about. I was so <em><span style="font-weight:400">stupid!</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” I said, suddenly finding the forest floor to be very appealing to look at. “I’m super oblivious sometimes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, I was the one who steered the conversation toward such a dark topic. The truth was, I had an ulterior motive to bringing you here— beyond avoiding Louis, of course.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is it? I’ll help you out with anything,” I blurted out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How about just listening to a girl vent? It may seem strange to you, and I mean no offense, but since wee from different upbringings… I feel like I can tell you anything without having to worry if my words will make their way back to my father’s ears.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. “I’ll listen to you. We’re friends, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right. I suppose I should start by exining what the problem was at the outpost. I mentioned that I worried that my father was spying on me through the others, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well— actually, it might be better to start with Amy. Amy… Amy is my best friend from Unova. Or maybe she <em><span style="font-weight:400">was </em><span style="font-weight:400">my best friend. We grew up together, and we supported each other through our struggles with our parents, but since I left for Sinnoh, she’s been <em><span style="font-weight:400">different</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Like she’s apletely different person, and it’s obvious that my father has her under his thumb. So I can’t help but wonder if our friendship was ever real in the first ce,” Cecilia said sadly.
<span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t respond. I <em><span style="font-weight:400">couldn’t</em><span style="font-weight:400">. I knew nothing about their rtionship, so any advice I offered right now would just look like I was pitying her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And suddenly, I hear that she’s been talking to Louis? That <em><span style="font-weight:400">crushed </em><span style="font-weight:400">me. Completely crushed me, and I know it’s only a matter of time before she starts asking about me to the others.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She knows all of them?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We <em><span style="font-weight:400">all </em><span style="font-weight:400">know each other, or at least our parents do. That’s how it is at our level of wealth. We all attend the same parties, the same gs, the same business conventions… everyone is connected to each other.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I still don’t understand one thing,” I tentatively said. “You say your dad is spying on you, and I believe it. But what does he want from you? You’re passionate about Pokemon battling, and you actually want to be the Champion, so you’re not like Justin and Emilia.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece exhaled and stared at me. “I need you to promise me one more time, Grace. Promise me that father didn’t send you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I promise,” I answered, looking into her light brown eyes. “I’m my own person. I have my own goals, and I know nothing about your dad.”
<span style="font-weight:400">How much had her father done to Cecilia for her to have such a huge amount of trust issues? I bit the inside of my lip, wondering about what kind of hell she had had to live under back home growing up. And for her only support, her best friend, turning out to be some spy? It was obvious why she was so unwell.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I choose to trust you, then,” She said. “I’m being forced to marry Louis against my will by our fathers.”
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