Chapter 92
<strong>CHAPTER 92</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">I stretched with my legs crossed and let out a satisfied groan. That had taken less time than I expected since I didn’t have to study each Pokemon Candice would use. I had notes syed out in front of me on my desk, with bullet points that described how Candice fought in each different mood. I leaned back against the table and went over what I had written again.
<span style="font-weight:400">After scanning each mood Candice showcased before one of her battles, I had filtered all of her moods and ced them in different categories: defensive Candice, offensive Candice (special/physical), stalling Candice, speedy Candice… and wildcard Candice.
<span style="font-weight:400">Ok, I still wasn’t a fan of that name. I scratched it out and reced it with ‘erratic Candice’ instead.
<span style="font-weight:400">These were almost all self-exnatory, and there was always a nuance to them, but erratic Candice rarely came out in battles. That was when she threw every ounce of strategy or n out of the water and just did whatever she wanted with no consistency. Before watching videos of it, I would have thought that this way of battling could never work. Every trainer that knew what they were doing had at least a general way of fighting that they honed and perfected throughout the years, and a gym leader was thest person I would have expected to justpletely ignore that rule. s, Candice didn’t listen to rules. She made her own.
<span style="font-weight:400">Still, erratic Candice was a rare urrence. Sometimes, it worked, simply because of how taken <em><span style="font-weight:400">off-guard</em><span style="font-weight:400"> her opponents were, and other times, it failed miserably because… well, having no n usually came back to bite you in the ass.
<span style="font-weight:400">I had made general strategies for each scenario, and my Pokemon would have different roles depending on what we ended up facing. Electabuzz was my ace against speedy Candice, because only he would be able to keep up with her fast Pokemon, but also against defensive Candice since he had the firepower to blow past their defenses and dodge their generally slow attacks— I was assuming that most defensive Pokemon were on the slow side here. But against offensive or stalling Candice, he’d be less effective. That’s when my other Pokemon woulde in and shine.
<span style="font-weight:400">Either way, I was done, but it felt inadequate somehow. If I was going into a gym battle, I wanted to know <em><span style="font-weight:400">everything</em><span style="font-weight:400">, down to everyst detail. I closed my eyes and tried to visualize the gym battle and was surprised to see that my imagination of the scene was shockingly clear. Unfortunately, even <em><span style="font-weight:400">if</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I could theorize what Pokemon Candice would use, I wouldn’t know their moves anyway, so that was a bit of a dud. Maybe if I battled herst, I could see the Pokemon she used, how she fought on a lower level, and extrapte the information for my own fight. That’d give me three battles to amend the n I had alreadye up with for each iteration of Candice, which was one hour and some change… yeah, I could work with that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Time to call Cece,” I muttered. “You guys think you can behave if I leave you here?” I said, turning to my Pokemon. My room had been turned into an absolute mess. Electabuzz was throwing pillows at Togetic and Larvitar— the rock type had torn up multiple of them with her sharp horn. Tang had opened the bathroom door, hoisted himself on the counter, and had been staring at himself in the mirror for thest hour, and Frillish had given up on trying to control everything and was just floating limply in the air with a dejected look.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, you can’t behave. You’reing with me,” I sighed. I let them y for another few minutes since I needed to shower and touch up my appearance. I didn’t want to make Cece look bad, especially since we’d be recognized outside. I felt the corner of my lip rise when I saw angel touch his reflection in the mirror. He seemed <em><span style="font-weight:400">very </em><span style="font-weight:400">perplexed at the fact that it was mimicking his exact movements, and I didn’t want to ruin his fun by revealing that it was just <em><span style="font-weight:400">him.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> His eyes widened when he saw <em><span style="font-weight:400">my</em><span style="font-weight:400"> reflection enter the bathroom, and he tried to move his vines through the mirror to get to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">After my shower, I made my way to the sink.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Scoot over, angel,” I said softly as I stared at myself. I washed my face, applied some of the free moisturizer the Centers had, then untangled and brushed my hair. “It’s not much, but it’ll do, I think. I mean, we’re just signing up for a gym battle.”
<span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t a date, even though I did have a few ns, just in case.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Plus, Cece wouldn’t care about stuff like how I make her look,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I thought to myself. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Still, I want to try to not look like a bum.</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt angel pat my back with a few vines and caressed him back. “Aren’t you the cutest boy ever?” I said. He answered with one of his happy stares and wriggled. “Yeah you are,” I smiled. “It’s Pokeball time, but I might use youter. I was thinking of doing mock battles with your siblings if I have time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He nodded as I recalled him, and then I returned my entire team. I’d have to apologize to the Nurses for the state of the room when I left.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Raising kids is hard,” I sighed as I grabbed my coat. “But fun and fulfilling.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I dialed Cece’s number, and she answered after a few rings.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Grace,” she said happily. “I was waiting for your call. Are you ready?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah—” I stepped out of the room and saw that she was waiting in the hallway. I had kind of forgotten that all of our rooms were right next to each other. Iughed and hung up. “Let me send a text to Denzel before we leave. Maybe we can meet up at the gym.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m guessing we’re going to be doing things on the way there?” She asked. “You look stunning, by the way. Well, you always look beautiful, but…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks,” I blushed. “And I <em><span style="font-weight:400">did</em><span style="font-weight:400"> have a few ideas, but I didn’t know if you’d be too busy to try them out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I’ve cleared the whole rest of my day for you, my love,” she said. The nickname made me shiver, in a good way.
<span style="font-weight:400">“My love?” I smiled as we stepped toward the empty lobby. “I like that. It’s so romantic.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank the Legendaries… it took all of my courage to get that out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I’ll think of a nickname for you too,” I told her. “It won’t take long, I’m pretty good with those.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, <em><span style="font-weight:400">good</em><span style="font-weight:400"> might be an overstatement,” she said sarcastically. I ced a hand on my heart and made a dramatic face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ow, you <em><span style="font-weight:400">wound me</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” I said. “My Pokemon are perfectly happy with their nicknames, thank you very much.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We kept teasing each other until we saw the absolute <em><span style="font-weight:400">sea</em><span style="font-weight:400"> of people in front of the Pokemon Center. I drew a sharp breath. Snowpoint was supposed to be a quiet city without that many people, but this was an absolute <em><span style="font-weight:400">swarm</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Luckily, they hadn’t entered the Center’s lobby, and nothing had stopped them from doing so, so they were at least somewhat respectful. I kept my head down as Cece dragged me through the crowd. Some of them were reporters asking us questions, while most were just curious bystanders who wanted to see the first-year trainers that had survived going through uncharted parts of Mount Cor on their own.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“May we have a quick interview? We’re a small Snowpoint-based channel, and we’re interested in your time through Mount Cor. The whole region is!”</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Ms. Pastel, Ms. Obel please, a word for—”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t call me that name,” Cecilia interrupted with an icy tone. “We won’t be taking any interviews at this time. Feel free to contact us through email.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I frowned. Sure, she had said she was giving up on the name, and Ipletely understood and respected that decision, but she hadn’t said anything when <em><span style="font-weight:400">Chase</em><span style="font-weight:400"> had called her Obel during our entire trek up to Snowpoint together. The people understood and seemingly dispersed as soon as we passed through the crowd, but the reporters were a bit <em><span style="font-weight:400">insistent</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and we had to deny them for five minutes straight, and it didn’t stop them from taking pictures.<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“Man, if that’s what we have to deal with in Snowpoint, I can’t imagine <em><span style="font-weight:400">Eterna</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” Iined. “I feel bad for our friends there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The excitement will die down,” Cece reassured me. “Although we’ll always be famous, especially when we beat Candice.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I like the confidence,” I smiled. “I was wondering on asking to turn off the camera feed or not,” I continued, thinking of Lauren. “I honestly think I might, not even because of my anxiety around fame, but because it helps to keep your cards close to your chest.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s a fine idea,” she replied with a nod. “I personally won’t, and Denzel and Chase won’t for sure. I see you’ve changed your way of thinking about other trainers, though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, Craig kind of indirectly gave me advice, although he didn’t really want to. I think staying as hidden as possible will actually work out in the long run, although I wouldn’t mind participating in another tournament,” I sighed. “My mind’s all over the ce.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have time to think about it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We walked together for another few minutes when I pointed at a specific building. “Okay, you see that?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“They… rent skis?” Cece squinted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, and there’s a small bunny hill behind the store for people to try ‘em out. I figured it’d be fun since I’ve never skied before.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia smirked. “I don’t want to boast, but I happen to be a professional. rence would take us to a ski resort during the winters, and I got <em><span style="font-weight:400">very</em><span style="font-weight:400"> good at it.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">rence,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I noticed. Right, he wasn’t her father anymore.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is this going to be like when we went bowling, and you’re actually worse than me?” I teased.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, you’re <em><span style="font-weight:400">on</em><span style="font-weight:400"> now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you <em><span style="font-weight:400">sure</em><span style="font-weight:400"> we don’t have to pay?” I asked the man behind the counter. “It feels weird doing this for free.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, you don’t!” He said with a booming voice. “You kids have brought more publicity and attention to Snowpoint than I’ve seen in decades! People usually see us as a backwater, and trainers only stay around to battle the gym. They never spend any money on supporting local businesses, like that Craig guy! He pisses me off. Treats this ce like an Arceus damned speed bump. But I see that you’re trying, so I’m giving this to you free of charge. Just make sure to visit other ces, and we’ll be even!”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Right, Craig is here too,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I thought. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Maybe we could go see his gym battle if he still hasn’t battled Candice. </em><span style="font-weight:400">I was definitely interested in seeing what a high-level gym battle looked like from up close.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, thanks a lot,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">He nodded and handed me ski boots. I couldn’t understand how I was even to put these on, and I was too embarrassed to ask the store owner, who had already exined once and just said he’d rent me skis for <em><span style="font-weight:400">free</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Bothering him again would feel asinine. I hadn’t even <em><span style="font-weight:400">thought</em><span style="font-weight:400"> that skiers used special boots in the first ce, but it made sense the more I thought about it. How were people’s feet supposed to <em><span style="font-weight:400">stick</em><span style="font-weight:400"> on the skis otherwise?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Need some help?” Cece smirked at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yourpetitive moodes out at the <em><span style="font-weight:400">worst</em><span style="font-weight:400"> times,” I chuckled. “Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece kneeled at my feet, carefully lifted my jeans, and showed me how to put on the skiing shoes and how to put them on skis.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The shopowner already showed you how to do it,” she smiled. “You’re such an airhead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And… done. Let’s get skiing!”
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">“Remember what I exined, Grace!” Cece eximed at me. “Parallel to speed up, pizza slice to break!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m trying, I’m trying!” I yelled. “How are you even going <em><span style="font-weight:400">backwards?</em><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I told you I was good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Skiing was way harder than it looked.
<span style="font-weight:400">Okay, maybe it wasn’t since there were literal five-year-olds racing past me like they had been doing this for ten years, humiliating me further. One of them called me <em><span style="font-weight:400">slow</em><span style="font-weight:400"> as she passed me, giggling and snaking across the bunny hill. That caught me off guard, and my legs started to wobble as I quickly lost control of my speed and bumped into Cecilia, causing both of us to fall. One of my skis detached from my boot and flew off down the hill.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Holy shit,” I swore. “I’m sorry, are you okay?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No need to panic,” Cece said. “I’m fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared at her for a few seconds, realizing that I was on top of her. It’d be so easy to just lean in. I averted my gaze and helped her up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” I apologized again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s alright, I wanted to kiss you too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Our rtionship was kind of being kept on the down low for now. It wasn’t because Cece was ufortable with her sexuality being public or anything like that. In fact, I’d say she had adapted incredibly quickly to it. It wasn’t because she was scared of her father or his reaction, <em><span style="font-weight:400">or</em><span style="font-weight:400"> because we cared about the further publicity it would bring onto us either. We wouldn’t be the first trainer couple to have formed during the Circuit. It was bound to happen if you let a bunch of teenagers and young people travel on their own.
<span style="font-weight:400">No, it was because we still hadn’t told our friends in Eterna yet.
<span style="font-weight:400">We weren’t worried about Pauline and Emilia, they definitely wouldn’t care at all, and they’d be happy for us. Justin probably would say he didn’t understand, but he’d be for it as well, but Louis…
<span style="font-weight:400">Louis had been remarkably strong when Cece had revealed that she didn’t love him in that letter. Stronger than I thought he would have been, which I supposed was proof that he really did love her. We both feared that he’d take it really badly. Of course, we knew that hiding our rtionship forever wouldn’t be feasible, but Cecilia wanted to wait until she could tell him in person, and I agreed. He deserved that amount of respect.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s get back up top,” Cece said. “Surely you can’t be <em><span style="font-weight:400">that</em><span style="font-weight:400"> bad.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll show you,” I said, feeling a surge of confidence.
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus,</em><span style="font-weight:400"> you are the <em><span style="font-weight:400">worst </em><span style="font-weight:400">skier I’ve <em><span style="font-weight:400">ever</em><span style="font-weight:400"> seen, bar none!” Ceceughed as we exited the store. “Everyone can at least get through a bunny hill after an hour or two.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t understand,” I sighed. “I keep getting crisscrossed, and I forget how to move my legs. Then I’m going too fast, so I just fall.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How is that even possible?” Sheughed heartily. “How do you forget how to use your <em><span style="font-weight:400">legs?</em><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, ask my legs! I don’t know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t even think they’d know the answer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rub it in more, won’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You rubbed it in when we went bowling.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was different… kind of,” I muttered.
<span style="font-weight:400">We stopped for lunch in a local restaurant that specialized in seafood— animal seafood. Due to the inhospitable nature of Snowpoint, people had specialized in aquaculture to keep the poption fed, and that tradition stuck even now that they could get all of their food delivered from down south. Cece forced me to taste crab for the first time, and it was actually pretty decent. Plus, we split the bill fifty-fifty, which made me incredibly happy. She didn’t even ask to pay for me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Nothing could beat good old fast food, though.
<span style="font-weight:400">We went on a detour so that I could buy poffins for Frillish, but I ended up buying some for the entire team. Larvitar was going to <em><span style="font-weight:400">love</em><span style="font-weight:400"> these. Cece got some for her team too, which was new. She had acted all embarrassed about it too, which was the cutest thing. After that, we bought new, weather-appropriate coats since ours weren’t really equipped to deal with Snowpoint’s winters.
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally, we arrived at the Snowpoint city gym, which wasn’t hard to find, since it loomed above every building here. Stepping inside, well, it was empty aside for Denzel and Chase, who were waiting at the counter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re here already?” I asked Denzel after greeting him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve been waiting for you,” he grumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh shit, right!” I facepalmed. “I’m sorry, we got kind of sidetracked.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He smiled. “Don’t worry about it, just warn me next time you go on a spontaneous date, alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shushed him, but agreed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, right, you guys are hiding,” Chase rolled his eyes. “Williams here was telling me about how many interviews he was going to partake in.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve gotta seize the moment,” he shrugged. “I spent all morning answering forum posts while my team trained, too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Waste of time, if you ask me,” Chase said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? I thought you’d be the type to do that kind of stuff. Didn’t you want to be known as the strongest first year or whatever?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I <em><span style="font-weight:400">am</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the strongest, period,” he boasted. “But I’m sticking it up to for-profit media. I’m only answering people who put my name in their headlines, so as you can guess, I’m pretty free.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where’s the receptionist, anyway?” Cecilia asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He said that he wasing,” Denzel said. “Snowpoint doesn’t employ a lot of gym trainers this time of year— apparently, they have some kind of part-time system where a lot of the employees here only work in April and May, when Snowpoint gets the busiest.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Makes sense,” Cece nodded. “It wouldn’t be sound for the League to pay employees that don’t do any work.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wrong. I stand with workers,” Chase said. “They deserve a win after getting fucked so many times throughout history, and you should do the same. So what if they get a little extra? The League can afford it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, don’t start preaching,” I sighed, rolling my eyes as I leaned against the counter. “Anyway, I actually wanted to ask you something, Chase. When we all finish up with Candice here, what are you nning on doing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I dunno,” he shrugged. “I was thinking of going through Celestic and Sceon to get to Hearthome.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt my heart tug. “So you’re going to leave? Just like that? Why don’t youe with us, we can travel together with the rest of our group—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nah,” Chase shook his head. “I’m more of a solitary trainer in the first ce. I wouldn’t fit in with your pals.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re <em><span style="font-weight:400">really</em><span style="font-weight:400"> not as bad as they think you are,” I pleaded. “They can learn to know you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a slight smile. “It was nice traveling with you guys and all, but I’ve got to get back to doing my thing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I bit the inside of my mouth and stared at the ground dejectedly. I <em><span style="font-weight:400">really</em><span style="font-weight:400"> thought of him as my friend. A good friend, in fact. A month ago, I would have found the ideaughable, but now, it actually <em><span style="font-weight:400">hurt</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to know he was leaving.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, no need to look so down for an asshole like me,” he said with a slight shrug. “I appreciate you for asking, though… heh, look at that, your cheery attitude keeps rubbing off on me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You <em><span style="font-weight:400">have</em><span style="font-weight:400"> mellowed out since meeting us,” Cece noticed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And it’s not like we’re never going to see each other again!” Denzel quickly added. “He said he was going to Hearthome, and we’re going there too. Even if we’re taking different paths, we’ll probablye across each other in the city, and then we can hang out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine,” I said before staring fiercely at Chase. “But your ass is getting back in our group chat.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I told you I didn’t like—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not taking no for an answer.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Sheesh,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> he exhaled. “Fine. Don’t expect me to type much, though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I want an update every time you get to a city or an outpost,” I ordered. “To make sure you haven’t gotten yourself killed.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What if I forget—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You won’t forget.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, Grace,” Cece smiled. “You’re acting like we’re separating already. We haven’t even beaten Candice yet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Eh, I’d say it’s a given that we’ll beat her,” Chase confidently said. “After everything we’ve done to get here? This fight is going to be easy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t get too overconfident,” I warned. “Thest thing you want is to get stuck here for two more weeks. Traveling back down south is going to put us seriously behind in our amount of badges.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll be fine,” he said. “Ah, he’s finally back,” Chase nodded toward the receptionist that walked back behind the counter.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I apologize for the inconvenience,” he said with a small apologetic bow. “I know you’re not going to be pleased with this, but Candice is going to be busy today and tomorrow, so the closest we can register you for a battle is the day after that. Her Wednesday mornings are always busy, but this is somewhat of an exceptional circumstance.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah,” I said, somewhat disappointed. Well, at least that gave me more time to train and iron out a few deficiencies.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh,” Chase groaned. “Well, it looks like we’ll be together a bit longer, Pastel.”
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