Chapter 116
<strong>CHAPTER 116</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wish.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Togetic shut her eyes as tightly as she could and started to glow, forcing me to shield my eyes. After five seconds, a light shot up from her body and high into the sky.
<span style="font-weight:400">Five seconds. That was a lifetime during a battle, and yet it appeared to be princess’ bottleneck unless anyone she cared about was in mortal danger. It took slightly less than two minutes to fall back from the sky, like a bright star falling down to earth. I congratted her, gently petting her head, which she nuzzled against my hand, and Electabuzz put his arms up and flexed, screaming to celebrate. The move wasn’t as good as it could potentially be, but at least it was usable in battle now.
<span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t sleep, so I had decided to go out training instead. My dad’s arrival in… approximately eight hours excited me too much, and I kept tossing and turning in my bed. I was currently on the shores of Amity Square’s enormouske, and because it was sote at night, it waspletely empty. I was honestly surprised the ce never closed. I had almost expected to get turned back at the entrance, but some poor man half asleep on his night shift had let me through.
<span style="font-weight:400">What I had learned, however, was that battling wasn’t allowed in Amity Square, nor was using any kind of offensive moves, so all we had managed to do was get Wish as close to perfect as we can— which wasn’t close whatsoever.
<span style="font-weight:400">At least the team was having fun. Frillish was off somewhere swimming in theke, while Larvitar was dipping her tiny feet in the water. I had told Tangrowth to watch over her, and he had a vine wrapped around her like a life buoy in case she went too far. Electabuzz was keeping Togeticpany and encouraging her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve done enough for today,” I told her. “The next time we train, we gotta work on that Ancient Power variant idea.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Prrrri!” She chirped.
<span style="font-weight:400">The goal would be to shape the earth and rocks into drills to prate Zweilous’ armor. From all the times I had seen it battle, the dragon was impressively good at resisting blunt trauma, or super effective attacks in general. Even as a Deino, he had shrugged off multiple Mach Punches from Gardenia’s Breloom. However, his hard scales had been prated by Icicle Crash in the fight against Candice. I only had one example, but it was still empirical evidence.
<span style="font-weight:400">Piercing his armor would be more important than hitting it with Fairy Wind. Although at this point, Togetic could probably keep a constant, low-powered Fairy Wind going throughout the battle. Still, she hade a long way since not being able to even create <em><span style="font-weight:400">spheres</em><span style="font-weight:400"> with Ancient Power back when I had first trained angel. Now, she could create whatever shape she wanted without a second thought.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was excited to see what she’d be able to do with Psychic.
<span style="font-weight:400">Arceus, Chase couldn’t get there soon enough. There was only so much nning I could do without knowing the other person I’d face. I had considered just starting now and creating a strategy to fight them both, but I realized that if I wanted to strategize, I’d need to do it with my teammate.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, let’s head back home. Angel, call buddy over!” I yelled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Larvitar protested, wanting to stay to y in the water longer— which was very surprising for a rock type— but Tangrowth dragged her away and started gently tapping the surface with his vines. Around twenty secondster, Frillish emerged from below the surface, his red eyes appearing like spotlights in the darkness.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’d been a while since you got to enjoy ake, huh?” I told him as he approached. “I’ll bring you back when I have time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Unfortunately, I hadn’t released Turtonator here because I feared that he’d burn the grass here to annoy me, and this <em><span style="font-weight:400">was</em><span style="font-weight:400"> a public park, not a route. It’d be rude to the people that worked to maintain it every day and the others that visited it. I recalled my team aside from honey, who walked me back to the Center, and I finally managed to fall asleep.
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">I anxiously waited in the airport, standing at arrivals to see when my dad would pop up. His flight had been dyed, so he was arriving an hourte. Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen his text warning me about it until I had already gotten there, so I had just been at the airport for more than an hour, letting the excitement and anticipation build up. My friends had asked toe, but I had told them that I wanted to be alone with my dad, at least for now. Introductions couldeter. Plus, even though I was sure my dad would like to meet my group, interacting with teenagers for too long would probably annoy him somewhat.
<span style="font-weight:400">And even though I didn’t want to admit it, I wanted some alone time with my dad too.
<span style="font-weight:400">Togetic let out a longing chirp as shezily floated and ced her head on my shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, princess,” I said. “It’s my fault you’re tired. I should have let you sleep—”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Toge!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">She let out an ear-piercing yell, turning a few heads around us, and dashed toward arrivals. My head swerved toward the massive, automatic doors, and I gasped.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">Dad was here!</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">Before I even realized it, I was running, weaving and dodging in between people to get to dad faster. Togetic got there first and tackled him, practically making him fall to the ground. I was right behind her, embracing him as tightly as I could.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Grace!” He said as he softly caressed my hair. “I’ve missed you, kiddo.”
<span style="font-weight:400">
“Toge!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You too, princess,” he added.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Dad…” I sobbed into his shirt. I was so <em><span style="font-weight:400">happy</em><span style="font-weight:400">.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know, I know,” he said. He gently pushed me back and smiled. “Look at you! You’ve grown so much. That’s at least an inch.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re such an idiot,” I chuckled before sniffling and wiping my tears. “Should we get out?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll go and book my hotel room and rent a car,” dad nodded. “Then, we can do whatever we want.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sweet!”
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you even watched my battle against Candice? You didn’t say anything!” I grumbled as we exited dad’s hotel room. He had just dropped all his luggage there, and now, we were free.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I did, and you were wonderful in it. You know, people in my department are all rooting for you now. You’re like a little celebrity there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I hid a smile. Dad wasn’t really well versed with the trainer-inte space, so he didn’t really know I was still somewhat of a celebrity, even now that the Mount Cor story had died down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s embarrassing. What about their own kids?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“None of them are as far along as you are in the Circuit,” he said. “They’re still rooting for them too, obviously, but you too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you’re enough for me,” I shrugged. “Will you be there for my battle against Fantina? It might be in a while… more than a week for sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I asked him the question with the biggest Lillipup eyes I could muster, but I surprisingly didn’t even have to convince him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is that even a question? I’ll be out there yelling your name, and when you’re down there, I’ll tell everyone you’re my daughter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I blushed. “Please don’t. Anyway, where do you want to go?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you sure you don’t want to pick?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, no, today’s your day!” I eximed. “Choose already!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I heard the Poffin House might be fun,” he said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh… yeah, save that for another day. I want us to go with my… girlfriend.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, that had been as subtle as a brick through a window, but it’d be better to get it out there as soon as I could. Plus, dad already knew I was gay. I hade out to him immediately after figuring it out two years ago, and he had the best reaction possible: he kept acting normal and treated me no differently than he had before.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh,” He said, raising an eyebrow. “Which one is she?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cecilia,” I said. “I can already tell what you’re thinking. Don’t be hard on her.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wasn’t going to be hard on her. I was just thinking we could have a little talk when I meet her,” he exined, pausing when he saw me re. “Nothing bad, kiddo. Don’t worry about it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I can’t <em><span style="font-weight:400">not</em><span style="font-weight:400"> worry about it now,” I sighed. “I’ll have to warn her. She’s already anxious about meeting you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, I’m not that bad, am I?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You look intimidating. Just because you’re being mean, I’m picking where we’re going. The new Pokemon Mystery Dungeon movie came out recently, and I’ve been wanting to go see it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Mystery Dungeon? Didn’t you use to watch those when you were younger? I thought those were for kids.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No! People keep saying that because it looks like a cartoon, but that’s just a stylistic choice! The movies have a lot of depth. A lot more than most of the garbageing out these days.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Still got your passion for movies, I see,” he said. “Alright then, I’ll trust you on this. Where’s the nearest theater?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I… don’t know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dad chuckled. “Let’s ask around.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We can just look it up, dummy...”
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">Dad wiped the tears from his cheeks and sniffled as we walked out of the cinema. He’d bawled like a baby at the movie’s ending. The two main characters were separated forever. One became the most famous adventurer, and the other returned to his world— a world without Pokemon.
<span style="font-weight:400">A world without Pokemon? How <em><span style="font-weight:400">depressing</em><span style="font-weight:400">. I had teared up a little as well, but I knew the movie would get dad. He’d always been a softie.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t believe you made me watch this,” heined.
<span style="font-weight:400">“But it was good, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… you win, it was good,” he sniffled. “I can’t believe Riolu and Vulpix are never going to see each other again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, that sucks,” I nodded. “Their movies are usually sad, but this was definitely the saddest ending yet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Whew, that was something,” he eximed. “Hungry?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I ate arge popcorn, so no,” I said. “But you can go eat something if you want. I’ll just drink some water.”
<span style="font-weight:400">We quickly stopped by a drive-through at Arlyle’s— my favorite fast-food chain, and dad ordered a burger with two fries, which I proceeded to steal as soon as he parked to eat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank Arceus I bought two sides,” he said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, if you put fries in my face, I’m gonna eat ‘em,” I retorted, leaning back against the seat and cing my feet on my dashboard.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So much for not being hungry,” heughed. “Arlyle’s still as good as ever.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You haven’t eaten any since I left?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I only ate some when I was with you,” he answered. “I’ve got to watch my cholesterol, remember?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right,” I said. “Oh, by the way, the Poketch Company’s offered to meet me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dad started to cough and almost choked on his food. He drank half of his water to wash it down.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’re— we’re <em><span style="font-weight:400">sponsoring you? </em><span style="font-weight:400">That’s great!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They might,” I nodded. “I wanted to hear what you thought about it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dad paused for a few seconds to calm down. “Uh, I think you should go for it, but there are things to watch out for,” he said. “I’m getting it’s going to be a closed-door meeting, but never sign anything without being sure—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I know all of that already. I have business-savvy friends, remember?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They grow up so fast…”
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“Dad!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“So you were asking what I thought thepany was like as a whole, then?” He asked, ignoring my outburst.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. I mean, you’ve worked there since before I was born, so you must know a lot.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I honestly think they’re a decentpany, but I suppose I’m biased,” he said. “The benefits I get are excellent, the pay is good, even if you get an entry-level job, and even though the work is hard and my boss can be a real hard ass… I couldn’t imagine working anywhere else.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, chewing on a fry. “I was thinking it was too good to be true. I got suspicious.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, feel free to make your own decisions, Grace, but you have to remember that sometimes, good things just <em><span style="font-weight:400">happen</em><span style="font-weight:400">.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re… you’re right. I should give it a try, at least.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Gotta hand it to the Poketch Company, though, they know where to pick the best trainers out there,” he said, looking at me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh, you’re so embarrassing<em><span style="font-weight:400">uh</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” I groaned, hitting his shoulder. “Stop it!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So I can’t evenpliment my daughter?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Arceus… just tell me where to next.”
<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“Amity Square,” I said. “I’d like for you to meet my Pokemon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">——
<span style="font-weight:400">“They’re all nice, no need to be scared,” I said, looking at my dad, who was trembling like a leaf. “Well, one of them isn’t, but you won’t be meeting him.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That Frillish of yours was a problem when he stayed at my house.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, that’s right, I remember!” I smiled. “He scared you a little bit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not just a little,” dad sighed. “Just go ahead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, he was just smiling at you,” I said, grabbing my Pokeballs. “We’ll go one by one, okay? Princess is first.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Togetic flew out of her Pokeball and started pulling on dad’s hair.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, no! Don’t do that, I have very few of those remaining!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Togeticughed, pping her hands after pulling a few strands.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, dad, you aren’t <em><span style="font-weight:400">that</em><span style="font-weight:400"> bald. Just bald<em>ing</em>. There''s a difference.<em>”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“You saying that hurts more than you would know,” he said.
<span style="font-weight:400">I ignored him and released Frillish next.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey bud,” I greeted him, pointing toward dad. “Remember my father? I said he’d visit soon, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Frillish’s eyes lit up brightly as he stared at dad, causing him to shrink back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Stop scaring him!” Iughed. “What’s with you? You’re never like this with anyone else. Be cute like you usually are.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The water type huffed but flew toward dad and gave him a curt nod before flying off into theke. That was probably the best I was going to get.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, he’s a bit anti-social, but he’s a lot of help.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure… I think he just hates me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, this one won’t,” I smiled, sending out Tangrowth. “This is angel. Angel, this is my dad who I told you about.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The grass type’s vines wriggled, and he wrapped six vines around my father, who let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched screech.
<em><span style="font-weight:400">“What is he doing?!”</em>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Calm down, this is just how angel says hello. He’s non-verbal.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why’s he going under my shirt?!”<span style="font-weight:400">
<span style="font-weight:400">“He just likes feeling skin instead of clothes, so he can differentiate you from other people with touch. Look, he has one around my ankle.”
<span style="font-weight:400">After around ten seconds, Tangrowth finished his inspection, and dad looked like he was already ready to leave even though we weren’t close to done.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t be a baby,” I teased.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was terrifying.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Tangrowth petted him on the head, and his eyes saddened.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s apologizing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh… I forgive you,” dad sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">I released Electabuzz next. “This is honey.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Electabuzz confidently strode up to my dad and extended his hand for a handshake.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, this one’s normal enough,” dad hesitantly said.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, don’t! He’s pranking you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your hair.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dad realized that the hair on his head was standing up, and he retracted his hand quicker than I thought was even humanly possible. Electabuzz had just tried to give him a small jolt.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Honey… don’t prank my dad. He’s not into stuff like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Buzz…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Prank Frillish when hees back, okay?” I said, releasing Larvitar. I introduced her to dad, and she didn’t seem to be exactly impressed, but she certainly had the most normal reaction of the bunch, and since she was a baby, she reminded him of Togetic as a Togepi.
<span style="font-weight:400">Which meant he was head over heels for her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t she cute?” He said, trying to approach Larvitar. She turned away from him and hid behind my leg.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She’s a little shy, but I guess that’s better than being jealous.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jealous?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, she gets jealous sometimes when people get too much of my attention,” I exined. “She might be tolerating you because you’re my dad, though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The rock type huffed, clearly denying my usations and waddled toward Electabuzz, who started ying tag with her. Dad ended up spending the most time with Tangrowth and Togetic after all, and the grass type was growing on him. It was impossible <em><span style="font-weight:400">not</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to like angel, as odd as he was. After around thirty minutes, dad took on a more serious expression that I knew all too well. He was going to bring something important up, and I already had a suspicion of what it was.
<span style="font-weight:400">He cleared his throat. “Grace. I was waiting to see if you were going to bring it up yourself, but I know that you won’t,” he said before exhaling loudly. “How are you dealing with your burns?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I froze and averted my gaze.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You told me yourst Pokemon gave them to you,” he continued. “I’m wondering if you’re… let me think about how to say this,” he sighed before continuing. “Look, I’ll support you no matter what. <em><span style="font-weight:400">I’m</em><span style="font-weight:400"> the one that gave you the first push to go on this journey, and I’ve already told you I’d cheer you on for your battles, but I’m starting to think you’re taking too many risks, kiddo.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I… I know that. I’ve already told myself that I’d stop, and now that I have six Pokemon, I won’t have to risk myself stupidly like that again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, that’s good,” he nodded. “I don’t want you to do something like that ever again, Grace. First, you throw yourself into an unpatrolled part of Mount Cor—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It was to save <em><span style="font-weight:400">Cece!</em><span style="font-weight:400">” I snapped.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t want you to throw your life away.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Being a trainer’s dangerous. You know this already.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I do, but there are things that you <em><span style="font-weight:400">shouldn’t do</em><span style="font-weight:400">. Slow down a little, Grace. You don’t need to throw caution to the wind like you only have a year to work with. You’ll be doing this for possibly a <em><span style="font-weight:400">decade</em><span style="font-weight:400">. You have time. Stop acting so recklessly.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re only right about me taking needless risks to catch Turtonator. If I had to go into Mount Cor to save any of my friends, I’d do it again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dad looked at me with a pained expression and sighed. “It’s hard, Grace. It’s hard to think that when you leave the city, you might make a mistake.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I said I would <em><span style="font-weight:400">stop</em><span style="font-weight:400">,” I eximed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re telling me that because you want the discussion to stop,” he said. “Not because you’re actually agreeing with me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I flinched.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? I’m your dad, kid. I know you. You just want the argument to be done with. Your actions could have endangered your friends and your Pokemon too, couldn’t they? It’s <em><span style="font-weight:400">you</em><span style="font-weight:400"> I care about the most, but it’s not just you that you have to watch out for.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I said nothing, but I knew he was right. Cecilia had tried to get me to back out of the battle against Turtonator, and she could have gotten burned just as badly as I did. To be honest, it was a miracle she hadn’t.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me that next time you want to do something incredibly dangerous, you’ll remember this conversation, and you’ll back out.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Unless my friends are in danger.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can’t you call the rangers or the League?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sometimes, they’re not enough. They won’t prioritize my friends. There are tens of thousands of trainers out there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just… be safe.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I will, I swear,” I promised. “I didn’t know you were that worried.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How could I not be? That’d make me a horrible dad. But you still haven’t answered my original questions. How are you dealing with your burns?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll have to learn to deal,” I breathed. I exined to him how ugly I found my face and body now that they was scarred and how looking at my burns reminded me that I had failed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re holding yourself to impossible standards.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I let out a sadugh. “Cece said the same thing.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, she’s getting that right,” he said before pausing. “You’ll get used to the scars, Grace. Humans can get used to anything. But at least for now, can’t you reframe the entire thing? Instead of the scars reminding you of the mistakes you made, can’t they remind you that you managed to survive a near-death situation—”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t almost <em><span style="font-weight:400">die—</em><span style="font-weight:400">”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You did, Grace,” he interrupted. “And pretending otherwise won’t help. Use the scars to remind you to cherish what you have. Life is short. Before you know it, you’ll blink, and the majority of it will be behind you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yikes… are you having a midlife crisis?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know you like to joke around when a conversation gets ufortable for you, but this isn’t a joke,” dad scolded. “When you look at your burns, tell yourself that you’ll keep yourself, your team, and your friends safe instead. Be optimistic about the future— because you know you’ll <em><span style="font-weight:400">have</em><span style="font-weight:400"> one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded, and we sat in the grass,pletely silent as we looked at theke. People from all walks of life were visiting Amity Square. Coordinators, trainers, tourists, Hearthome residents… it was soothing, in a way.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think I’ll be able to do what you said easily,” I told dad. “I think that failure will always haunt me. But I can certainly try my best.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dad smiled and ruffled my hair. “Doing your best’s all I’ve ever asked of you. If you do that, I’ll be happy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks,” I muttered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“By the way,” he continued. “I wanted to be gentle about this, but you <em><span style="font-weight:400">need</em><span style="font-weight:400"> a haircut.”
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