Chapter 88
<strong>CHAPTER 88</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">I stepped out of the house— and <em><span style="font-weight:400">far</em><span style="font-weight:400"> away from Roxie. She may have appeared docile, but she was definitely the most threatening-looking dragon I had ever seen after Cynthia’s Garchomp—
<span style="font-weight:400">Roxie roared and pped her wings, blowing my hair all over the ce even though I was at least one hundred and fifty feet away, and flew off into the distance somewhere. I ran back into the house.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Craig, Roxie just— Roxie just left!” I yelled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, she must be hungry,” he said. “She hunts around here, which lets me save the food for Caleb— Caleb’s my Snox, and feeding him actually takes most of my expenses. She’ll be back in thirty minutes or so.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh. Sorry,” I said, feeling <em><span style="font-weight:400">really </em><span style="font-weight:400">awkward. I had never really seen someone be so nonchnt about their Pokemon leaving their side, but she <em><span style="font-weight:400">was</em><span style="font-weight:400"> a Smence. Nothing around here could hurt her, even with the type advantage.
<span style="font-weight:400">I hurriedly left again and released my entire team. Electabuzz stood out now due to how tall he was, and Larvitar shot him an angry re. Ever since he had evolved, she seemed to be jealous of his new strength and stature, even though she stood no chance of beating him in battle before his evolution anyway. The electric type let out a heartyugh and easily picked her up, proving how strong he was now. She squirmed in his hands.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, hon, let her down,” I smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Electabuzzughed again and dropped Larvitar on the ground, causing her to huff like Frillish did. The water type noticed and smiled slightly, but when he saw that I had caught him, he, well, huffed and stared away.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Caught ya,” I giggled. “And don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll get you caught up to the rest in no time. You’ve got to finish growing first though, alright?”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Tar!” </em><span style="font-weight:400">She yelled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, you’re already the strongest,” I humored her. Electabuzz mored, demanding I call <em><span style="font-weight:400">him</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the strongest now that he had evolved. “Let your baby sister have a win, alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">He sighed and nodded sadly at me, causing Larvitar tough and hit his leg with a stubby arm. He was about to retaliate, but angel hurriedly grabbed her with his vines and pulled her to his side.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, guys,” I said, pping my hands to get their attention. “Due to everything that happened, it’s been a while since we had one of these, but it’s time to train some new moves. Princess, you’re first.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Togetic smiled and pped her hands. She was happier now that we were finally out of dangerous areas.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re going to be learning Air Cutter, which is supposed to use the wind to, well, cut up your enemies. If I had to guess, you’re going to need to use your wings for this one. I know it’s going to be new, so don’t push yourself, alright? That won’t be it though, but I’ll get back to you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Togetic nodded, and I moved on to Frillish.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Buddy, you’re going to learn Shadow Ball and Recover,” I told him. He immediately nodded without hesitation. “Shadow Ball should be pretty easy for you since you’re smart—”
<span style="font-weight:400">My Pokemon all joined andined in unison except Togetic. Even Tang wriggled in defiance.
<span style="font-weight:400">“—you’re all smart. I meant that he’s the <em><span style="font-weight:400">smartest</em><span style="font-weight:400">. You’ve got to gather ghostly energy, condense it into a ball and send it off. It’s easier when you’re an actual <em><span style="font-weight:400">ghost</em><span style="font-weight:400">, I think, but you’ll figure it out. Call out if you need any help. For Recover, I couldn’t think of how to actually get you started on the move…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Suddenly, I felt knowledge fill in the nks in my head. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Theke was helping, somehow</em><span style="font-weight:400">, but it felt incredibly alien. Like thoughts were being forcefully put into my head. I didn’t like it one bit, but at least it helped me figure out how Frillish could learn Recover in <em><span style="font-weight:400">seconds</em><span style="font-weight:400">. I probably would have figured it out eventually, but this just sped up the whole process. If I ever needed the answer to something, I was going toe back here somehow, although it would be easier if I got my flying license and evolved princess…
<span style="font-weight:400">But I was getting sidetracked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve got it. You’re almostpletely made out of water, right? You already heal passively from wounds by regenerating your body with water, which means that you just have to speed up that process to learn Recover. Fiddling with your bodyposition should help you with Acid Armor too, which is perfect.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fri…” he mumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Great. I’ll get you some poffins when we get to Snowpoint. You haven’t eaten any in too long.”
<span style="font-weight:400">His face lit up for a split second before returning to his neutral expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, you’re next, hon,” I turned to Electabuzz. “You’re actually spending all of our training session with me. We’ve got to test your new limits since you evolved. We don’t want to identally kill something when we start battling again,” I said. He nodded. “But we’re also going to be working on Discharge and Fire Punch. Originally, I was going to teach you Shock Wave, but you’re strong enough to skip that step.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Electabuzz shed me a sharp, toothy grin.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Discharge should be easy, and Fire Punch probably…” I trailed off, waiting for more information to invade my brain again. “You need to use electricity to start a fire on your fist. Think you can manage that?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Buzz!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, you can, I don’t know why I even asked! Now angel, you’re going to be focused on one move, and one move only. Ancient Power.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He blinked twice and snaked a cold vine around my ankle.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You like how it sounds, huh?” I smiled at him. “You’ve got some innate psychic powers in you, and I think princess will be able to help you awaken them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I waited a few seconds to see if I was going to get help from theke, but it seemed that there was a limit to how much it could actually do. If I had to guess, the limit had to do with knowledge I could <em><span style="font-weight:400">realistically</em><span style="font-weight:400"> acquire. I wasn’t a psychic, so knowing the intricacies of lifting the earth with my mind was impossible.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Take your time and go at your own pace, alright?” I told the grass type. “When you learn the move, you’ll evolve.”
<span style="font-weight:400">His vines shook, and he jumped. Angel was so adorable when he let his emotions show.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And princess, <em><span style="font-weight:400">no</em><span style="font-weight:400"> ying around with Tang, alright? Not even lifting him with Extrasensory. I’ve got eyes at the back of my head! They’re called Frillish, and he’ll snitch. Right?” I said, staring at the water type. Togetic pleaded with him, and he avoided my eyes. “Okay, maybe I’m being too harsh…” I sighed. “For every hour you work hard, you’ll get twenty minutes of ytime. How’s that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Prrrrri!” She celebrated.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry angel, looks like you’ll be her ything again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He stared up at me and let out a series of blinks.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Used to it already, huh? Well, as long as she helps you out,” I sighed. “Sweetheart, you’re with me and your brother. You’re going to observe today,” I said. She hissed in annoyance. “Don’t be so moody, I’m also going to test out your moves. You’ve used Horn Attack, but do you know that you know Rock Throw and Payback?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Larvitar’s eyes shone in anticipation, and she stared up at me with a satisfied expression.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s get to work then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rock Throw,” I ordered.
<span style="font-weight:400">Larvitar yelled, waving her arms in a really cute and wild way, and a tiny rock slightly bigger than my fist was pulled from the earth and thrown toward a tree.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Larvi! Larvitar!” She yelled proudly at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Great job, sweetheart,” I smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Whenever no rocks were present, the move worked simrly to Ancient Power, except that psychic energy wasn’t used. I assumed that it was some kind of type energy— in this case, rock type. Either way, since there wasn’t the fine control that psychic energy usually had, the move was less precise. In the distance, Electabuzz let out a powerful Thunderbolt toward a tree, which promptly caught fire. I called Frillish over, and he exasperatedly extinguished the mes. It was the tenth time this had happened.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” I apologized to him. “But Togetic’s fully focused on teaching angel Ancient Power. I don’t want to disturb her by asking for targets.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It was actually surprising how hard she worked when she got small breaks in between the bursts of activity. Whereas I was wholly focused on a task until I finished it, princess was the type who needed small breaks at regr intervals to stay on top of her game.
<span style="font-weight:400">I grumbled when I realized that my <em><span style="font-weight:400">hair</em><span style="font-weight:400"> was standing straight up again. Electabuzz had that effect on me now when he used an electric move, and he didn’t know how to tone it down yet. At least I looked funny, since he kept making fun of me with his usual cackle.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You better not use this to prank me in the future,” I jokingly said. “You’re incredibly strong now. It’s actually ridiculous how powerful you got. Remember when you could only keep a <em><span style="font-weight:400">Thundershock </em><span style="font-weight:400">going for eight seconds back in Floaroma? You’vee a long way.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ele!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But we’re only just starting,” I nodded. “Let’s try out a Fire Punch now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The electric type nodded, and sparks flew around his fists until it caught fire. The mes quickly disappeared, however, and he aired his hand around. They had also burned him somewhat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s okay, it was a great first attempt,” I said. “Let’s try it again for a while, and then we’ll start working on Discharge. Larvitar, let’s try out two Rock Throws at the same time. Don’t worry if it’s too hard, alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Larvitar!” She boasted, pping her hands like Togetic.
<span style="font-weight:400">“At this rate, you’re going to catch everyone’s habit,” Iughed. “If you start blinking or wriggling, though… I won’t know what to say to that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She huffed and easily lifted two small rocks out of the ground. I had apparently been underestimating her. Her species wasn’t called <em><span style="font-weight:400">pseudo-legendary </em><span style="font-weight:400">for nothing.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Give me five this time,” I grinned.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Arceus, I loved training.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia swallowed as her hand hovered over the release button for Scyther’s Pokeball. Deino, Fletchinder, and Slowpoke were all around her, waiting. It had been so long since she had even spoken to the bug type. Would he attack her this time? Why did she feel so anxious about it now when she never had before?
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece sighed. She knew why.
<span style="font-weight:400">She had been a terrible trainer to Scyther. She had beaten him repeatedly into submission to force him into fighting for her, just like her father had wanted to force her into marrying Louis. And just like her rtionship with her father, Cece feared that Scyther would never give her another chance. Why should he?
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia valued strength in her Pokemon above all, and her training style <em><span style="font-weight:400">was</em><span style="font-weight:400"> more brutal than most trainer’s, but that had been no reason to defeat Scyther over and over again.
<span style="font-weight:400">And yet, he was her best hope against Abel’s Mmar.
<span style="font-weight:400">She took a deep breath.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t attack him no matter what. You’re only there to dissuade him from doing so,” Cece told Deino and Fletchinder. “Slowpoke, keep him still if he does, then move him back and release him. Understood?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her Pokemon all nodded— although Deino gave her a halfmitted, angry one. That was probably the best she was going to get. He was growing jittery and anxious about hising evolution, and so was she. She’d need to call Mark about how to raise a Zweilous, along with all the other help she was already going to ask of him. More than him going berserk though, she feared that she didn’t know how Deino’s personality would develop. Would the two heads behave as he did? Would only one do, and the other bepletely different? Or would he be lost <em><span style="font-weight:400">forever?</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">The girl shook her head. Today was Scyther’s day. Deino wouldeter. She released the bug type, who was <em><span style="font-weight:400">very</em><span style="font-weight:400"> confused at how he had gotten from Eterna city to the middle of the snowy wilderness. He stared Cecilia down and started to bat his wings.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry,” Cecilia immediately said with an apologetic bow. “I know that won’t cut it, but I have to say it. I’ve been mistreating you. I’ve been a horrible trainer to you, and you have every right to hate me—”
<span style="font-weight:400">Scyther let out an angry screech and sharpened his sickle-like arms as he stared around theke.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We went through a mountain and ended up here,” Cece said, guessing that he was asking where he was. “I want you to know that I won’t attack you anymore, no matter what—”
<span style="font-weight:400">Scyther seemingly took that as a sign to attack, probably thinking that she would just <em><span style="font-weight:400">let him kill her</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Slowpoke sprung alive and restrained Scyther, lifting him up in the air and pushing him back around ten feet. Deino’s mouth started to glow red, but Cece ced a hand on his hot neck, stopping him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I won’t attack you, but I won’t let you kill me. I’ve found a reason to live,” she said, thinking of Grace and her friends. “I just want to get on civil terms… give me three months and if… if I can’t get that from you, then when I can get back to Eterna city, I’ll head into the forest and release you. You have my word.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Scyther smiled, probably thinking that he was going to be freed soon.
<span style="font-weight:400">At least he wasn’t attacking her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have food if you want,” Cece tried hesitantly. “Or you can go hunt something… I at least know you like that. I’ll have toe with you though, since I know you’ll try to escape. I’m sorry, but I’ll need at least a chance to change your mind first.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Scy, scy,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> he told her dismissively. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“Scyther!” </em><span style="font-weight:400">He screamed, pointing at the woods.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hunting it is,” she sighed, looking back at her Pokemon.
<span style="font-weight:400">In the forest, Scyther tried attacking her five times, thinking that the advantageous terrain would help him kill her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Slowpoke stopped him every single time.
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel rolled his eyes at the current disy of jealousy that was happening in front of him. Eevee sat in the middle of Budew and Buneary while the two practiced the new moves he had asked them to, doing their best to impress his starter. Budew needed more move variety, so he had asked her to work on Venoshock, which she was already excelling at due to her poison typing. Large swaths of snow in front of them had been stained purple, and Budew screeched at Buneary, trying to showcase her dominance. Buneary, meanwhile, was trying to get Power-Up Punch down. The move supposedly made your Pokemon more powerful the more they used it, but it was very physically intensive.
<span style="font-weight:400">Which somehow had be a theme for his team. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Beauty and endurance.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> From those two words, he had carefully theory-crafted his team at the ripe age of ten, revised it, then rerevised it again another thousand times before he finally came up with a final draft right before he turned fifteen with Eevee now by his side— although his slot had been left nk since he could evolve into anything. It had also been right before he had been supposed to start his journey. Of course, that had been dyed by a year due to his mother.
<span style="font-weight:400">Either way, Buneary was giving the move a hearty try, although she was struggling more than Budew was. Her right ear shined brightly and extended right away in front of her. She <em><span style="font-weight:400">was</em><span style="font-weight:400"> getting the punching part down rather well, but the powering up was still a mystery to them. Budew let out something of a snicker and a screech morphed together into a horrifying cocktail, clearly mocking her. The normal type cried out to Eevee indignantly.
<span style="font-weight:400">The poor guy was stuck in the middle of a love triangle.
<span style="font-weight:400">To be honest, Denzel didn’t exactly mind. Eevee was just practicing his current moves today, and mostly trying to get better at Swift. He wanted Eevee to create the most amount of stars possible and throw them out in a wide shot instead of a line to make it harder to outrun. That meant that Eevee didn’t really have to be focusing hard today. Denzel also felt that some of this battle for attention could be used for Budew and Buneary to push themselves further, which they were doing at a rapid pace. As long as it stayed a healthypetition, then he wouldn’t intervene. He could tell that Budew still held back when fighting Buneary for training, even though they were around the same strength.
<span style="font-weight:400">He <em><span style="font-weight:400">did </em><span style="font-weight:400">feel bad for Eevee, though. He clearly had no interest in the two romantically, but he didn’t have the heart to reject them, so he just tried to appease the situation as best he could. Denzel sighed and leaned down toward his Feebas, who was swimming along the surface of theke. He had caught up with the water type on everything that had happened in Mount Cor and apologized for not letting him out of his Pokeball sooner. The cave’skes had been too dangerous for him to swim in.
<span style="font-weight:400">“At least you’re not in love,” Denzel told the water type.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fee…” he said, looking longingly at the rest of Denzel’s team.
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel let out a sad sigh. It was true that Feebas was less close to the rest of the team through no fault of his own. The limitations of the water type meant that any time he was released outside of water, he’d suffer immensely and could only flop around. When he evolved into Milotic, all of that would be solved, but that was still somewhat far off.
<span style="font-weight:400">The secret to evolving Feebas into Milotic was well-known, and it was simple in theory but hard in practice.
<span style="font-weight:400">You simply had to make the fish feel beautiful. Not just tell them, take care of their scales, or bring them to Pokemon spas every day. No, it didn’t matter what they looked like. You had to make them<em><span style="font-weight:400"> believe </em><span style="font-weight:400">they were genuinely beautiful, and then they would evolve. Denzel did believe that Feebas was beautiful. If he hadn’t, then he wouldn’t have caught him in the first ce, but he had been racking his brain to find a way to transfer that feeling onto the water type.
<span style="font-weight:400">And it looked like he wouldn’t figure it out today, either.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, guys!” He yelled out at his Pokemon. “Take a break ande hang out with Feebas.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Eevee smiled, happy that he was finally going to get some relief and ran to them as fast as he could. Buneary followed him closely, and Budew wasgging behind. The rabbit looked at Budew and stuck out her tongue to mock how slow she was, and Budew’s permanent scowl somehow worsened.
<span style="font-weight:400">At least Buneary had gotten out of her shell with the group.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Bas…!” The water type eximed and smiled. Eevee <em><span style="font-weight:400">jumped</em><span style="font-weight:400"> into theke right next to him, sshing Denzel with ice-cold water in the process, and so did Buneary. Budew angrily stewed on shore, since she couldn’t swim.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, you’ve hogged Eevee’s attention a lot, let Feebas have some too,” he said.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Bud! Bud! Budew Bud Budew Bud—”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” he said, interrupting her tirade.
<span style="font-weight:400">His team yed around for a while. Feebas kept sshing Eevee and Buneary with a proto-Water Gun from under the surface, sting them up a few feet while Denzel kept Budewpany. Ten minutes of ytime turned to thirty and then one hour. Their training had been cut short, but that was fine. Denzel didn’t want to stop Feebas from having fun, especially when this looked to be the happiest he had been in a long while. When Eevee finally climbed out of theke, Denzel saw Feebas sadly shoot a nce at the normal type. He then realized that his earlier longing stare at the rest of his team had only been for <em><span style="font-weight:400">Eevee</em><span style="font-weight:400">, not the others.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Wait…</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Him too?</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Was… was Eevee unknowingly building a… love quadrangle? A <em><span style="font-weight:400">harem?</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the fuck…” Denzel muttered. Even Feebas was in love? “Let’s hope this doesn’t balloon out of proportion.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Around another hourter, Denzel had recalled everyone since Savika didn’t allow Pokemon into her home. He shot a nce at the huge Smence that had only recentlye back with a <em><span style="font-weight:400">Piloswine</em><span style="font-weight:400">. She was cooking it with mes so hot they altered the air around them and munching on it like a small snack. He gulped and made his way into Savika’s house. The old woman was making lunch on her small electric stove. Now that she wasn’t wearingyers uponyers of clothes, he could see that she was incredibly muscr— more than Chase was. Her life in the wild kept her in shape.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Savika,” Denzel said hesitantly. “I have a question, if you don’t mind.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shoot,” she answered right away.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m looking for the next member of my team— a Snorunt. Would you know where to find them? Do they live around here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, those,” she said with a certain… dislike. The same that she had when she spoke about any Pokemon. “They do live in the woods around theke. They’re not particrly umon either, so if you look, it’s only a matter of time until you find one. Just make sure not to bring it inside.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel smiled. “Thank you! And um, another question, please?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t ask me to ask a question, just ask the question.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m looking for a <em><span style="font-weight:400">female</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Snorunt, not a male. Is there any way to distinguish between the two?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a bit tough, but it’s certainly doable. The females are slightly smaller, but other than that, they’re virtually the same.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s good enough, thank you,” the trainer smiled. “I’ll be going then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Even after all these months, Denzel still felt ufortable living in someone else’s house, just like what had happened at Grace’s ce. He just felt so indebted that he thought he needed to be overtly polite, which probably made hime off as awkward, which he really wasn’t. Savika was a tough woman, but she was nice. She had even given him ice to put on his ribs and painkillers while they healed. Apparently, they were fractured, not broken, which was a relief and meant that they’d heal faster.
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel felt his muscles loosen as he stepped outside and released his Eevee, who climbed on his shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’re going to look for a Snorunt today,” Denzel exined. “They should be prettymon, but keep an eye out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Vee!” The normal type eximed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel smiled and softly caressed his head. The truth was, he also wanted to have an important talk with Eevee about evolution. He had told Grace he would talk to Eevee about it, but he had kept putting it off again and again until he had gotten trapped in Mount Cor. Now that he was finally safe, he figured that he needed to do it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel watched a group of Vanilite float past him and instinctively cursed, releasing his entire team before remembering that he was safe. The Pokemon around theke weren’t aggressive, and this was still rtively close to route 217.
<span style="font-weight:400">That didn’t stop his heart from drumming against his chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">He apologized to Buneary and Budew before recalling them.
<span style="font-weight:400">Getting back to his train of thought, seeing Chase and Grace’s Pokemon evolve, and learning that Cece’s Deino was close to doing so as well had made him more open to having a conversation with Eevee. Surprisingly, Denzel didn’t feel inferior or anxious about falling behind any longer. He was going at his own rhythm, and that was fine. If Eevee still wasn’t ready to evolve, he wouldn’t hold it against him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, Eevee,” Denzel hesitantly started. “I think we should talk about your evolution.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He felt the normal type tense against his shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, I’m not about to force you into evolving or anything,” he quickly exined. “I just think it’d be healthier to have the conversation, you know?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Eevee nodded slightly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay. And don’t force yourself to pick, alright? We’ve made it this far with you as an Eevee, we can easily go further,” Denzel said before pausing. “So you don’t know what to evolve into still, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Eevee,” he said hesitantly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is it because you’re scared of not being able to go back if you don’t like it? I’d understand that, it’s scary to make a choice that final.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Eevee shook his head before warning Denzel to look left, and he tensed, his hand hovering over his Pokeballs. A group of Snorunt were traveling together and packed tightly. Even though there were a good number of females in the group, Denzel clenched his fist and let them through. He wasn’t going to steal a Pokemon from their family. Not again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So it’s not that then,” he said. “You told me you wanted to evolve a long time ago. That’s still the case, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Vee,” he said, agreeing.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, then can you tell me? I won’t mind, no matter what you answer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Eevee took a deep, nervous breath beforeunching into a long tirade of noises and cries. Denzel wasn’t as good as Grace at deciphering what Pokemon said, but he had owned Eevee for long enough to understand the gist of what he was saying.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you… you were waiting for <em><span style="font-weight:400">me</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to decide?” Denzel asked in disbelief. “But I told you that I was fine with anything!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Eevee…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My list— my n left your spot <em><span style="font-weight:400">nk</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Vee!” The normal type angrily raised his tone as he jumped down his shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not! I don’t have a secret preference that I’m hiding from you!” Denzel desperately appealed. “I’ve been telling you the truth!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel had messed up royally. His n for his team had been so <em><span style="font-weight:400">rigid</em><span style="font-weight:400"> that Eevee truly believed that he also had a n for <em><span style="font-weight:400">him</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and he had refused to evolve while he waited for <em><span style="font-weight:400">Denzel</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to tell him what to do because Eevee had been there for more than a whole <em><span style="font-weight:400">year</em><span style="font-weight:400"> of nning. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Of course</em><span style="font-weight:400">, he’d think that Denzel was secretly hiding what evolution he wanted for him. The trainer facepalmed and crouched toward his starter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know how to prove it to you, but I <em><span style="font-weight:400">truly</em><span style="font-weight:400"> haven’t been hiding my intentions to make you feel better. I was never going to force you into doing anything. I’m giving you the freedom to <em><span style="font-weight:400">choose</em><span style="font-weight:400">. If you want me to get one of the evolutionary stones, I’ll save up and do that. If you want to evolve into anything else, we can wait for the right time of day or travel to the mossy or icy rock. If you’re already ready, then you can <em><span style="font-weight:400">choose</em><span style="font-weight:400">. I can tell that you’ve been holding back— since… since before Oreburgh, even!” Denzel said, pouring his heart out. He felt tears gather in the corner of his eye.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ee… Eevee,” Eevee cried as he started to glow, and Denzel covered his eyes. His hair grew slicker, and ribbons began to grow out of his neck and right ear. After ten seconds, it was over. Bright blue eyes stared back at Denzel, still in tears.
<span style="font-weight:400">Eevee had evolved into a Sylveon. He understood now that there was another reason he had held himself back so long despite wanting to evolve into one.
<span style="font-weight:400">His sixth and final team member was supposed to be another fairy type, and Denzel valued type diversity. Eevee probably thought that he’d ask him to evolve into one of the evolutionary stone evolutions for that. That he would never budge on his nned team.
<span style="font-weight:400">Denzel brought him into a warm hug and felt his ribbons wrap around his body, soothing him. His heartbeat calmed, and he looked at Sylveon again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Going to be weird not calling you Eevee anymore,” Denzelughed. “The rest of the team is going to fawn over your new look.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Sylv,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Heined.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wow, your voice is higher pitched than before. Cool,” Denzel smiled. “Now, let’s find that lone Snorunt, shall we?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sylveon nodded and climbed on his shoulder.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> you’re like, four times as heavy.”
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