Chapter 100
<strong>CHAPTER 100</strong>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” </em><span style="font-weight:400">I screamed. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“Slow down!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">I shut my eyes tightly as Smence flew upward so fast that it felt like my spine was getting <em><span style="font-weight:400">squeezed</em><span style="font-weight:400">. No one answered my plea. We were climbing so quickly that all I could hear was the cold wind blowing past my ears. Even though I was attached, I held on to the saddle for dear life. I hesitantly opened an eye, looked to my right, and saw that Cecilia had the biggest smile on her face and was bending forward to look at the ground. I couldn’t see Denzel’s face, but his shoulders were stiff, and his fists were clenched around his seat. Chase, meanwhile, had his face turned away from anywhere <em><span style="font-weight:400">near</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the ground. After a minute or so, Roxie gradually slowed down her ascent, and I could finally start to hear again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Guys take a look,” Craig yelled. I turned toward him and saw that he was pointing forward.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared at Mount Cor in the distance in awe. From this far, we were around a day and a half away, but even then, and even though we were <em><span style="font-weight:400">flying</em><span style="font-weight:400">, the mountain appeared to tower over us. We had gone through that and <em><span style="font-weight:400">lived</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Smence was done climbing now and was gently gliding across the sky, asionally pping her huge wings to generate lift. I took a deep, cold breath and finally gathered the courage to stare down. Snowpoint was still in the distance, but it was shrinking rapidly— a testament to Roxie’s speed. From here, everything looked <em><span style="font-weight:400">so </em><span style="font-weight:400">little. So insignificant. But together, everything formed into a coherent whole that held meaning.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You guys can rx, the worst is over,” Craig said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank the Legendaries,” Denzel exhaled. “I’ve never been on a ne before, and this is terrifying to me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is nowhere near how high a ne actually flies,” Cece said. “And you can barely tell you’re on one after take-off anyway. This is a lot more personal. A grand experience.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re insane,” Chase said, his face pale. “Fast travel or not, I’m never subjecting myself to this again, this was an awful idea.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh?” Cece smiled, turning her body toward Chase. “Is the <em><span style="font-weight:400">great</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Chase <em><span style="font-weight:400">admitting</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to a weakness?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not a weakness, dumbass! Traveling on foot all the time will make me and my team tougher.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whatever you say,” she replied with a haughty tone. She seemed to take great pleasure in his suffering.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, ten hours of this?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, give or take a little bit, depending on Roxie’s mood. How you feeling today, Rox?” Craig asked, rubbing his dragon’s neck.
<span style="font-weight:400">She replied with a gentle growl and beat her wings energetically, gaining in speed and altitude.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Tell her to stop!” Chase stammered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rx, you’re screwed on tight, and no flying types are foolish enough to attack a <em><span style="font-weight:400">Smence</em><span style="font-weight:400">. We’ll go around Mount Cor too, so you don’t have to worry about any dodging maneuvres.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Um… dodging maneuvres?” I asked with a hint of worry.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, it ain’t much. Sometimes when we fly close to the Mountain, the wildlife gets a bit angry, and Roxie has to… well, dodge. But again, we’re taking a safe route.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I rxed slightly and leaned back, away from the edge. Now that the excitement was wearing off, the cold was sinking in, especially since it was impossible to move around very much.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ten hours, huh?” I whispered, rubbing my hands together.
<span style="font-weight:400">This was going to be a long flight.
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">Our first stop waste in the afternoon, and somewhere along route 216, where we were all taking a well-deserved break. It didn’t look like it, but flying was actually exhausting. Sure, I didn’t panic anymore, and I wasn’t scared, but I still felt like it was impossible to <em><span style="font-weight:400">rest</em><span style="font-weight:400"> up there. Humans weren’t meant to be this high up in the sky, and when there wasn’t a huge metallic tube separating you from the elements like on a ne, even rxing was impossible. It felt like my body had been on high alert for ten hours straight.
<span style="font-weight:400">Cecilia, meanwhile, had easily <em><span style="font-weight:400">fallen asleep</em><span style="font-weight:400"> around four hours in, and only woke up when Smencended. We were standing a few minutes away from camp. It was safe since obviously, Smence hadnded us on a route, and we could easily handle every wild Pokemon here. She was nning on having her daily… face-off with Scyther, where the bug type tried to find an opening to kill her, but first, she wanted to speak to Zweilous again. It would be her fourth time since the gym battle against Candice.
<span style="font-weight:400">She released the dragon in front of us, along with Slowpoke, just in case one of the heads got any ideas. I was noticing a theme with Cece. Her Pokemon were troublesome to raise, and extremely aggressive. Scyther was an apex predator, and when her other Pokemon evolved, they would be too. Talonme were notoriously good at devastating local normal type poptions, and Hydreigon was one of the most dangerous Pokemon in the world.
<span style="font-weight:400">Slowpoke was… well an exception to the rule, I supposed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Zweilous was just as tall as I was now, if not taller. I wasn’t about to get close enough to check. One of the heads growled at the other, and they immediately began to fight, using Dragon Breath, Crunch, or Incinerate. Slowpoke shielded us from any stray attacks, and Cece calmly observed the heads at work. Strangely enough, none of them used Dragon Pulse. Maybe they deemed it to be a step too far? It <em><span style="font-weight:400">would</em><span style="font-weight:400"> deal substantial damage to their body if it hit, so it made sense if they only struck with attacks that would only affect the individual heads. They <em><span style="font-weight:400">were</em><span style="font-weight:400"> sharing a body, and if it was injured, it would be to both of their detriment.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The left one inherited most of Deino’s unpent aggressiveness. He’s always the one that starts the fights, and he’s more vicious in the way he attacks, but he’s very driven in his need to obtain strength. I decided to name him Zerst?rer, or Zerst for short.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Zerst? Never heard that name before,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">Zerst seemingly noticed his name and blew a small me toward me, which Slowpoke blocked. I still flinched and <em><span style="font-weight:400">felt</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the heat of the mes on my face.
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece clicked her tongue. <em><span style="font-weight:400">“Bad! </em><span style="font-weight:400">Bad Zerst! Behave, or you’ll get grounded. No more training for two days!” She yelled. “Sorry about him. It might seem like a lot, but he was holding back against you, and he knew the attack would be stopped… it’s just his way ofining.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He simply responded by roaring at her, sending spit that Slowpoke <em><span style="font-weight:400">again</em><span style="font-weight:400"> blocked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s still feral with others. It seems that he at least recognizes you,” Cecilia smiled. If that was recognizing, I wondered what he’d do to strangers. “But yes, it’s not exactly a name. It’s supposed to mean ‘destroyer’ in anothernguage.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Destroyer? You can be so childish sometimes,” Iughed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece stared at the ground, clearly embarrassed, and cleared her throat. “Moving on! The other head’s given me very little problems. He’s less aggressive, but obviously he fights back as you can see. He’s inherited Deino’s loyalty to me, and he always listens to what I say, but he can be very… protective, down to a fault. I’ve had to yell at him not to attack Scyther. I decided to call him Sol.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sol?” I asked. “That’s short for something, isn’t it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, but now that you made fun of me for Zerst, I’m not going to tell,” she said, clearly vexed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re just… letting them fight? That seems kind of ruthless.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I thought so too, but Mark gave me advice on how to raise Zweilous. They won’t ever be good friends or get along, but the rtionship between the two heads is especially rocky at the start,” she sighed. “I’m supposed to let them fight it out, and eventually, a dominant head will be established.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aw,” Imented. “That’s kind of depressing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, no, you have the rtionship wrong,” Cece hurriedly said. “Take the Sneasel pack that attacked us, for example. They had a leader, right? They take the decisions, decide where the pack goes, et cetera. It’ll be like that, although <em><span style="font-weight:400">I’ll</em><span style="font-weight:400"> be the actual leader in the rtionship—”
<span style="font-weight:400">Cece stopped when she noticed that Zerst was gathering a Dragon Pulse in his mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Zerst. Stop that immediately,” she said with a frigid tone.
<span style="font-weight:400">The head stared at her, clearly angered, but the Dragon Pulse dissipated, and he turned away from her. Sol, meanwhile, gave her a thankful bow. Taking care of these two looked <em><span style="font-weight:400">exhausting</em><span style="font-weight:400">, and I had an entire team full of babies and children.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t hesitate to ask for our help, alright? You’re going to have your hands full with them, plus Scyther,” I worriedly told Cece.
<span style="font-weight:400">She grabbed my hand and held it tightly. “Of course,” she smiled. “Which is why I wanted to introduce you to them. Can you call Denzel over? His Sylveon mighte in handy if things ever go… off the rails, and I want to tell him the same things I told you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure,” I nodded. “You’ll be fine alone?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I have Slowpoke, and I have much to talk about with <em><span style="font-weight:400">him</em><span style="font-weight:400"> as well. About his evolution.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stared at Slowpoke, who had seemingly lost a lot of his aloofness. Just like during the battle against Candice, he was always aware now. The water type looked into my eyes and blinked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Gotcha,” I said before leaving back to camp.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, camp might have been a generous way to call it. It was mostly a singr fire that had been lit by Chase’s Houndoom. Roxie was lying down, her body curled up around Craig, who was eating canned tomato soup that he had heated on the fire, and Chase was working his team to the bone with his drills. I made my way toward Denzel, who had also released his entire team.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Am I interrupting something?” I asked with an amused smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sylveon was desperately hiding behind his trainer, and Snorunt was standing on his back, riding him like a Ponyta with a wide, toothy smile, seemingly ignorant of Roselia and Buneary staring daggers at her. I hadn’t been acquainted with the ice type just yet, since Denzelrgely kept her in her ball during our walk to Snowpoint, but she seemed like an upbeat kind of Pokemon, reminding me of Togetic or Electabuzz.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just some jealousy issues…” Denzel said with a pained look. The two Pokemon yelled out in protest.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Rose!”</em>
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Bun!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, just let Snorunt enjoy this,” Denzel groaned. “You practically hazed her when I first introduced you, obviously she’s going to be pushed into Sylveon’s arms! You did this!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Snoruntughed loudly. So loud, in fact, that it almost felt like she was taunting her teammates. Roselia and Buneary, seemingly having forged a new alliance in love, turned away from Denzel with a look of pure betrayal.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you even mad at <em><span style="font-weight:400">me?</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I’m not even doing anything! Sylveon, tell them!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Sylveon looked like he was stuck between a rock and a hard ce. He gave a half, grumbling answer and quickly lifted Snorunt off of his back with his ribbons and jumped on Denzel’s back to escape from his fellow Pokemon.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know what, you’re all tiring me out. We’ll sort this out when we get back to Eterna,” Denzel sighed. “I’m recalling all of you. Sylveon included.”
<span style="font-weight:400">He recalled his Pokemon, who all protested loudly, and shot me a dismayed look.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve had it rough, huh?” I empathized. “Love troubles?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I thought I could manage, but now that I’ve added another member to the team, Roselia and Buneary are going <em><span style="font-weight:400">crazy</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Snorunt isn’t even in love with Sylveon, they’re just friends!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You sure about that?” I said, half-teasing.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Yes!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, big guy,” Iughed. “You mentioned hazing before. Can you let me in on that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">My best friend groaned with a tired look. “The first time I introduced Snorunt to the team, she was already acquainted with Sylveon, since he was there when I caught her. You know him, he’s friendly like that, even though he likes to be alone sometimes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alone or with you,” I shrugged. “Anyway, keep going.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Buneary and Roselia— she was obviously still a Budew— acted all chummy with her right away, which instantly raised my rm bells, but they somehow convinced me that they had grown and matured enough to befriend Snorunt. Anyway, long story short, she ended up being pushed <em><span style="font-weight:400">way </em><span style="font-weight:400">too hard when I started training her with the group, but luckily I caught wind of it fast, and now Buneary and Roselia hate her, especially since Sylveon came to her rescue, and he’s pissed at them for bullying her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This seems like a really convoluted romance flick plot.”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“I know! </em><span style="font-weight:400">It fucking blows! But at least Buneary and Roselia get along now?” He said with a pained smile. “I hope Feebas is going be more amenable with Snorunt. He’s only seen her once before we left theke, and he didn’t have much time to get to know her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, maybe when you catch your sixth, Snorunt will ally with them and start this whole process all over again,” I said, patting him on the back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right…” he sighed. “Haven’t even decided who my sixth will be yet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had the whole thing nned out?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a long story… but basically, now that Eevee’s evolved into a Sylveon, I need something new.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You wanted another fairy type?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wanted a Gardevoir, yeah,” he nodded. “I’ll figure something out. It’ll probably be a while until I catch another Pokemon anyway. I need to fix this whole damn rtionship issue first.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s the smart thing to do,” I agreed. “Anyway, Cece wanted to see you,” I said, pointing toward where we were. “She wants to introduce you to the heads.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, the <em><span style="font-weight:400">heads</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” he said with emphasis. “I bet they’re just <em><span style="font-weight:400">peachy</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t know the half of it. Hey, before you go, Cece named one of the heads Sol. Can you ask her what that’s short for?”
<span style="font-weight:400">He shot me a suspicious look. “I dunno, it smells fishy. Like betrayal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on. Aren’t we friends? Best friends?” I said, leaning against him. “After everything we’ve been through, you can’t do this <em><span style="font-weight:400">one little thing?</em><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If Cece gets mad at me, I’m going to have my revenge. You know that, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why would she get mad? I just forgot to ask her, and I want you to do it, that’s all,” I lied. “Anyway, go on. You’ve kept her waiting long enough.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus…” he sighed as he left toward Cece’s direction.
<span style="font-weight:400">I watched on with a satisfied smile and then turned to Chase, who was seemingly done with his drills and taking a break. He had given his Pokemon water, and he was relentlessly telling them to stay up and not sit down. I approached him and his team, curious to meet his new Snover. I knew quite a bit about his other Pokemon, but the ice type still eluded me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey man,” I said. “Busy?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“On a short break, so not right now,” he answered dryly before taking a swig of cold water.
<span style="font-weight:400">Riolu had no problems standing upright, but Houndoom and Zangoose were struggling, their legs clearly shaking like leaves. Charjabug, meanwhile, couldn’t really <em><span style="font-weight:400">lie down</em><span style="font-weight:400">, so he appeared to be fine, although upon closer inspection, his breathing was ragged and harsh. Snover was impatient for the break to be over and mored at Chase, eliciting a smile. My eyes widened slightly. It wasn’t often that I saw him smile outside of when he was being a smug jackass.
<span style="font-weight:400">A smug jackass you could learn to appreciate, though.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How’s your new Snover?” I asked, getting directly to the point. The ice type stared at me with an expression I couldn’t exactly ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fits in like a glove,” Chase said. “The drive to get stronger is there, and it’s probably the strongest I’ve ever seen it. He’s always motivated for our workouts, and he’s already at the others’ level in battle.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The ice type proudly mmed his fist against his chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Already?” I asked in a surprised tone. “That usually takes a lot longer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who do you take me for, Pastel?” He asked, rolling his eyes. “Do you think my hard work’s just for show? I work myself and my team to the bone for a reason.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right,” I nodded, taking a step next to him. He flinched and stepped back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh— sorry?” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What was that for?” He frowned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing, I just felt like doing it,” I shrugged. “I like being close to my friends.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Friends?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, yes? What did you think we were?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Travelingpanions that ended up together out of convenience?” He said.
<span style="font-weight:400">I frowned, feeling genuinely hurt. “Are you kidding me? How— <em><span style="font-weight:400">why</em><span style="font-weight:400"> would I even ask you to meet my other friends and travel together if I didn’t think you were my friend?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know, I thought that you’d maybe need me to get through Mount Cor down south,” he shrugged.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you don’t think of me as a friend at all?”
<span style="font-weight:400">He paused for a few seconds, and the silence grew ufortable. “My break’s over, I need to—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Riolu,” Riolu shook his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? But the—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ri,” he interrupted, his tone stern.
<span style="font-weight:400">The teen scratched his head and groaned. “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Fine!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I’m not a <em><span style="font-weight:400">friend</em><span style="font-weight:400"> guy. I’ve never had any friends at all, and I don’t know what it’s like, okay?! I don’t fucking know if we’re friends or not!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I’m <em><span style="font-weight:400">telling </em><span style="font-weight:400">you that we are!” I yelled. “Stop putting this barrier between you and us! Let us in!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck off,” he spat, turning away from me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re <em><span style="font-weight:400">such </em><span style="font-weight:400">a prick!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah! Yeah, I am, and I like it that way, which is why I’m leaving!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Riolu facepalmed, clearly giving up on the situation, and I stomped away angrily. Stupid Chase and his stupid need to be an asshole. I wanted to help him, but he kept pushing me away, like he needed to keep me at arm’s length at all times. Maybe that was why he kept calling us by ourst names all the time. He didn’t want to get too close to anyone. I bet that was why he wanted to leave—
<span style="font-weight:400">“You two alright?” Craig asked me, interrupting my train of thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, just something stupid,” I sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Want someone to talk to while your other pals are busy?” He asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure… I don’t see why not, I guess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I sat next to him, and next to his Smence, who thankfully didn’t pay me any mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I just can’t with Chase!” Iined. “I want to be friends with him— hell, I <em><span style="font-weight:400">thought</em><span style="font-weight:400"> we were. He was finally starting to be nice to us, and now he just blows up at me… although I guess I blew up at him too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe he just needs his space,” Craig shrugged. “Some people are like that. They don’t mind interacting with others, but at the end of the day, they’re a solitary trainer at heart. Like Sarah Newman, for example.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The girl who beat youst year in the finals?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">He grimaced. “No need to twist the knife. But yes, that’s her. She’s one hell of a trainer— one of the best— and we’re actually on good terms, but people considered her to be… entric. She was always quiet, and when she spoke, she always said what was on her mind, which is why she could be rude as hell,” heughed, clearly reminiscing. “Anyway, that’s all to say that we’re all wired differently. Maybe Chase is just ufortable with thebel of friendship. I mean, you <em><span style="font-weight:400">are</em><span style="font-weight:400"> friends, that’s undeniable, but do you <em><span style="font-weight:400">need</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to use the term?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, no, but he wouldn’t let me even <em><span style="font-weight:400">step</em><span style="font-weight:400"> next to him,” I grumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s his personal space,” Craig shrugged.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve never had someone reject me so strongly,” I sighed. “It hurt.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can tell you’re a friendly kid. You’re like a big… bundle of warmth, and some people don’t like to be warm all the time. Do you like to hug your friends, for example?” He asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I do it a bunch,” I said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I figured. Some people aren’tfortable with that level of bodily contact, right? It’s the same for personal space.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes widened, thinking of Frillish. “Oh. <em><span style="font-weight:400">Oh.</em><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You get it?” He smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I dopletely,” I groaned. “I messed up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Obviously, Chase had messed up as well. He was meaninglessly harsh with his words, but I was the one that had pushed him to that because I wasn’t willing to be content with a no.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you might as well go make up,” Craig said. “We’re leaving in ten.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you, Craig,” I said as I got up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No prob.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I hesitantly walked toward Chase, who clearly acted like he didn’t see me until I was literally right in front of him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see you didn’t start up your workout again,” I said, trying to start the conversation in a non-awkward way. He had recalled his Pokemon as well.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, my heart wasn’t in it. It was better to stop it here and start again the next time wend before we go to sleep,” he shrugged. “Plus we’re leaving soon anyway.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Erm… I wanted to apologize.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Eh, there’s no need.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, let me finish,” I said. “I’m a friendly girl, alright? So sometimes, I forget that others aren’t as friendly as I am, and I think that they’d be okay with everything I spring up on them. I’m sorry I did that to you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Chase shifted around. “Look, we can just put this behind us and act like nothing happened, and it’ll be fine— ah,<em><span style="font-weight:400"> fuck it</em><span style="font-weight:400">. You know what, let’s not do that. I’m sorry for blowing up at you, alright? I messed up more than you did, and Riolu chewed me out for it. I’m just new to this whole people thing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“S’alright,” I smiled. “Let’s, uh, not tell the others about this, okay? It’d be way too awkward.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure thing, Grace.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. “What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nevermind. You aren’t getting any more of those from me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?! No, call me by my name again!”
<span style="font-weight:400">He waved his hand annoyingly at me. “No, you made it weird, so I’m sticking withst names. Now bugger off.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine,” I said. “But that’s going in my long-term memory. I’m never forgetting about it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t make me regret my apology.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I happily left Chase and saw that Cece and Denzel were back in one piece.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anything interesting happen?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not much, just that her Scyther’s a piece of work,” Denzel sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’lle around,” I said, and Cece nodded. “We’re leaving soon, so you guys should get ready.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When Cece left, I held back Denzel’s sleeve and pulled him closer. “Did you get what I asked?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sol is short for Soldat, which means soldier,” he sighed. “I hate it here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I gave him a short hug and smiled. “You’re the best.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just don’t make fun of her for it. She’ll know it came from me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No guarantees.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I fucking <em><span style="font-weight:400">knew</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I shouldn’t have trusted you!”
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can never get enough of cities at night,” Cece whispered.
<span style="font-weight:400">In the distance, Eterna city loomed.
<span style="font-weight:400">The city looked strangely dim at night. It was nothingpared to the bright lights of Jubilife or Oreburgh, but it was still beautiful. It had taken us three days to get here, and we had made it in time for Pauline’s birthday. Roxiended on the outskirts of the city, and Craig recalled her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it was certainly different, traveling with you kids, but this is where our paths diverge. Stay safe, alright? If you ever meet my sister, call me and give her your phone! Tell her to answer her messages! Tell her that I love her, and I miss her very much, and I would like it if we spent some time together!” Craig said as he got progressively further away from us. We all waved at him until he entered the city, now a speck.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What time is it?” Cece asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“9:34 pm,” I said after pulling out my Poketch. “We can make it. You know what Center they’re staying at, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She nodded with a devious smile. We had tricked them into giving us their Pokemon Center address and rooms by saying that we’d need them for when we got back. Of course, that hadn’t been a lie. We were just back <em><span style="font-weight:400">much sooner</em><span style="font-weight:400"> than they would ever expect. When we finally made it to the city’s entrance, Chase was going to head in another direction, down another street. It was time to say goodbye.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I’m off,” Chase said. “Traveling with you all was nice enough. Have fun meeting your pals.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s meet back in Hearthome, alright?” I said. “And don’t forget to send messages!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I will, I will,” he said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And don’t get into random fights with trainers,” Cecilia added.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, I don’t do that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You do.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not unless they deserve it,” he shrugged.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And don’t just do dangerous shit in Mount Cor just because you’ve been through worse,” Denzel said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve got it! Arceus! See ya.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Now Chase was gone too, and my heart felt heavier. We had gone through so much together, and he was leaving, just like that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it’s our turn now,” Denzel smiled nervously.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s nighttime, so hopefully, we can keep a low profile,” I shuddered. “Let’s go.”
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