Bulba the Great!
We Do Not Sow
Well, everyone, this is my second stab at a fic, I hope this one is successful. For anyone who doesn't know me, I'm Bulba the Great! (Known as Bulby or Bulbs, Bulba...etc.) My first fic was called One of Many. I hope you like ths one!
Enough talk. Without further ado...
Destined- A Trainer’s Fic by Bulba the Great!
Chapter One
“Grovyle, Dragon Claw!” A cry rang out in the darkness of a tunnel. The figures of two young men were outlined against the pitch black of the Underground Path. Two strangely shaped forms stood in front of the two humans. One stood about four feet tall. A long leaf curved over its head and down to its feet. Clumps of razor-sharp leaves also grew from its wrists. The creature raised its left claw, the tip glowing bright scarlet. It leapt at the other creature, which was shaped like a horse, only its mane burned with bright fire.
“Ponyta, Flame Wheel!” The horse leapt at the other creature, fire engulfing its body.
“Grovyle, Defensive! Detect!” The Grovyle landed swiftly to the ground and raised its two-fingered claws. An icy-blue shield grew in front of it. The Ponyta rebounded from the barrier, which broke. Both creatures landed and turned swiftly to face each other. The Grovyle’s eyes glowed an intense gold, while Ponyta lowered its head and whinnied.
“Ponyta, Take Down-huh?” The Ponyta’s trainer looked up as the lights in the tunnel suddenly turned on. The feminine figure of a police officer walked down a winding staircase to the tunnel floor. Ponyta’s trainer gulped.
“Gotta run!” he yelled. Before the other trainer could even get a look at his face, the teen ran out the other side of the tunnel. Ponyta looked at Grovyle, and then followed its trainer.
“Um, hi, Officer Jenny?” he asked. Officer Jenny got a good look at him for the first time. The boy before him had spiky off-white hair, covered in a cap with camouflage coloring. His eyes were a pleasant shade of brown, and his face had a warm, good-natured look to it.
“What were you doing, battling in the Underground Path?” she asked.
“Well, I…um…the other guy started it?” the trainer said sheepishly, shrugging his broad shoulders.
“I should turn you in. But, you don’t look like a troublemaker. Can I trust you this time…erm…?”
“Chase. Chase Tang!” Chase said, extending his hand. Jenny hesitated, then shook it.
“I’ll let you off this once. But, if you ever cause trouble again, I’ll have to report you. Understand?”
“Yeah! Thanks, Jen.”
“That’s Officer Jenny.”
“Right…” Officer Jenny sighed, and slowly walked back up the staircase.
“Whew! That was a close one, eh, Grovyle?” Chase asked, turning to Grovyle. The olive colored creature nodded. It spoke, saying only its name.
“Grovile, Grove!” The creature closed its eyes and put its thin arms behind its head.
“Well, I guess it’s best we go, eh?” Grovyle nodded.
“You’re a great Pokemon, you know that?” It nodded again.
“Return.” Chase held out a round sphere, roughly the size of an orange. A thin black line split it, and a small circle met inside the line. The ball was colored a bright maroon on one side, and alabaster color on the other. Chase pressed the circle in the middle. The Poke Ball opened up, and let out a jet of scarlet light. Grovyle was engulfed in the beam, and Grovyle was drawn into the ball. It snapped shut. Chase smiled slightly, and then placed the ball alongside five others on a magnetic belt around his waist. Chase started whistling and strolled out the tunnel. He turned the lights out behind him.
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Chase Tang was fifteen years old. He had set out on his Pokemon journey five years ago, in his hometown of Littleroot. He had traveled to various gyms, taking on trainers and gym leaders. He had won every single battle, even when faced against Flannery, a Fire- typed gym leader. He had confidence he could take the Indigo League pretty nicely, so the Pokemon trainer left Hoenn after making top four in the Hoenn Championships, and traveled to Kanto, the home of the Indigo Plateau.
Chase was currently traveling towards Celadon City, where he and his girlfriend, Kira, were scheduled to have dinner. Chase smiled at the thought of dinner alone with Kira…he fell into a trance and accidentally walked straight into a large man. He was wearing an odd hat, with a feather sticking out of it. The man looked to be traveling, as he had a large backpack on his back. His face was small, with a jet-black moustache running from large sideburns. His eyes were squinted to the point that Chase couldn’t tell what color they were.
“I’m so sorry! Here…”
“No, it’s all right, son. I got it…” the man said in a deep rumble. He squatted over and picked up his feathered hat, which had fallen off.
“I’m so sorry…”
“Satoshi. Call me Satoshi.”
“Right, Sat. Are you a yodeler, or summat?”
“That’s Satoshi. And, no, I’m a Hiker. Can’t you tell?”
“No.”
“Oh, well. Hey, I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna head up to the mountains-”
“What, here? There are no mountains!”
“Not here, kid, surrounding Saffron City!” Satoshi had no hint of malice. He was a good-natured man.
“Oh. Go on…”
“Wha-oh, right. So, I’m heading toward the mountains, and I need to know my Pokemon have got the right stuff, y’know?”
“Oh. Um…wanna cookie?”
“No, you de-I mean, charming prince of a trainer. I want a battle.” Satoshi was starting to feel just a slight edge. How could anyone with anything but a two-celled brain think he needed a cookie in his condition?
“Okay, I get it. All right, let’s get on with it!”
“Right, then. Go, Machoke!” Satoshi pulled out a Poke Ball, and threw it into the air. In a burst of tangerine light, a large grayish colored Pokemon was released. The ball flew back into Satoshi’s hand. Chase sized up the Pokemon. It stood at about five feet, and it was flexing its muscles. The human-shaped Pokemon had small, watery eyes, and a leer that not even a mother could love. Three ridges rose from its small head, and the Pokemon was naked. Well, almost naked. Underneath its large, muscular chest was a tight fitting belt/diaper type thing.
“What kind of trainer releases a Pokemon in underwear?” Chase thought to himself.
“Now, you choose a Pokemon!”
“I’m getting to that. Go, Banette!” Chase threw another Poke Ball; only this type had a blue top, with two red stripes running through it. In a flash of royal purple, a puppet-like Pokemon appeared. It was an ashen color, and its head was odd to look at. The Pokemon’s mouth was zippered shut, to begin with. Its eyes were a dark, piercing red. And it had a ponytail-like thing running from the left side of its head, which was separated into three spikes. The Ghost hovered roughly two feet from the ground.
“A Ghost-type Pokemon? That’s not fair! Fighting types can’t even touch Ghosts!” cried Satoshi in protest.
“My point exactly. Besides, any trainer who specializes in fighting types should equip their Pokemon with either a special attack, or the Foresight maneuver.”
“I know that. Are you calling me a dimwit?” Satoshi was mad now. He didn’t like people making fun of him.
“No. Anyway…Banette, Shadow Ball!”
“Bane, Banette!” it cried. The Pokemon conjured a dark ball of power in its three-fingered hands. The ball crackled with what looked like purple jolts of electricity.
“No fair, you pulled a fast one! Machoke, Flamethrower!” Satoshi ordered. Machoke flexed its muscles.
“Machoke, you already spent three hours in front of the mirror, look at you muscles later!” Satoshi cried in frustration. Machoke nodded, and put its hands in front of its body. Inside, an ember formed. Suddenly, a large fire burst from between its hands. The Flamethrower attack shot toward Banette. Banette just then released Shadow Ball. The two attacks rushed towards each other. Shadow Ball pushed Flamethrower away and battered into Machoke. The Pokemon fell over, the wind knocked out of it.
“Come on, Sat! Give your Pokemon some quality training!”
“Machoke, stand up!” Satoshi yelled, ignoring Chase’s comment. Machoke pulled its body up, brushing itself off.
“Machoke, Rock Slide!” Satoshi yelled.
“Banette, Psychic!” Chase his Pokemon’s eyes intensify, and everything seemed to stop. Machoke was suddenly lifted from the ground.
“Machoke!” The Pokemon cried, struggling to fight the attack.
“Now, throw it!” Chase ordered. Banette nodded and threw the Pokemon down a steep ledge, and it landed on the ground, hard. Its small eyes closed, opened, and then closed again.
“Machoke’s out!” Chase yelled. He ran to give a high five to Banette, but Satoshi stopped him.
“One more,” he said. He pulled Machoke back, and took another Poke Ball from his belt.
“Let’s see how you deal with this! Xatu, let’s go!” Satoshi threw the Poke Ball into the battlefield. In a flash of turquoise light, a winged Pokemon flew out from it (literally). Chase sized up his new opponent. It was about four feet high, and its body was covered by lime-green down. Alabaster feathers, striped at the end by red and black, coated its large wings. It had four eyes, seemingly; two on its stomach, and another two on its head. They were almond shaped, staring blankly at Chase. Its beak jutted out at Chase, curving downward at the tip. It landed on the ground.
“Xaa, tu,” It cried in a monotone, almost mechanical voice.
“You weren’t expecting that, now, were you laddy?” Satoshi grinned at Chase.
“Don’t worry, Banette! Just give it another Shadow Ball!”
“Bay!” The Pokemon started powering up another ball of dark light.
“Xatu, Night Shade!” Satoshi cried. Xatu’s eyes intensified, and two rays of purple light shot from them. The two Ghost-type attacks collided in midair. In a small explosion, the attacks knocked both Pokemon to the ground. Xatu climbed up. Banette, however, was knocked out.
“Return, Banette.” Chase held out the Poke Ball. He didn’t look too worried, however.
“Absol, I choose you!” Chase released his final Pokemon, confidence building. In a burst of silver color, a large, quadruped Pokemon appeared. It had smooth white fur, and long legs, ending in abnormally large claws. A sickle-like tail was poking from its back, navy blue in color. A shaggy white mane that stretched to the Pokemon’s front knees surrounded its head. It had two almond-shaped eyes, and a small black nose. Another sickle-like object protruded the right side of its ear.
“Abb…” It growled menacingly. It crouched down, and leapt…at Chase. Absol knocked him over, licking his face.
“Absol, get off of me!” Chase cried, laughing at the same time (he was ticklish).
“Kid, control that thing or forfeit!” Satoshi yelled. Chase pushed Absol off of him, getting to his feet. Absol willingly stepped back into the battlefield.
“Right…so, Absol, Bite!” Chase ordered. Absol nodded and raised its front paw. It hit Xatu in the face, knocking the Pokemon to the ground.
“Absol, I said Bite!”
“Ab.” The Pokemon nodded and raised its paw again. Xatu was hit back to the ground.
“What’s wrong with your Pokemon, kid?” asked Satoshi.
“It likes to use Slash. A lot.” Chase winced when Absol knocked him over once again.
“C’mon, Absol, imagine we’re in a gym battle. Remember what I told you about listening? Pull it together, buddy!” Chase stood up once Absol jumped off his chest and landed gracefully on the ground.
“Now, finish it with Bite!” Chase cried. Absol obeyed and opened its mouth wide, clamping down on the struggling Xatu. The Pokemon flinched, and fell limp to the ground, unconscious.
“That’s the way, Absol!” Chase cheered. Satoshi gritted his teeth and pulled his Xatu back. Chase hugged Absol, who had knocked him over again, and returned the Pokemon. The two males stood before each other, motionless. Chase thrust his hand forward, smiling. Satoshi put his out, too, although he was hesitant.
“Good battle, mate!” Chase said jovially.
“Right. Well, kid, I best be headin’ off. See ya ‘round.” Satoshi pat him on the back and strode off. Chase stood still for a moment, sucking air back into his lungs.
“What a narly dude!” he thought to himself. Chase shrugged, and continued toward Celadon.
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Chase strolled into Celadon’s finest restaurant, The Finest Hotel in Celadon. He was now wearing a black suit, which made him look very mature. As he normally didn’t look it, he felt he should at least try to impress Kira tonight. He asked a passing waiter which table was reserved for him. After a moment, realizing it was the janitor, Chase hurried over to the manager’s desk. However, he spotted Kira on the way over. He waved, and she flashed a spotless smile. He slid into the booth.
“How’s it going, Kira?” He asked, putting his arm around her. She was looking fine tonight. Her shiny dark brown hair was pulled in an elegant bun, and she was wearing a sleeveless royal purple shirt, a gold necklace around her neck.
“Chase, I have to tell you something,” she said tentatively.
“Sure, right after dinner.”
“Chase, it can’t wait. See, there’s this guy…”
“What, did he say you looked stunning? Beautiful? Radiant? Those aren’t opinionated, Kira; they’re true.”
“No. See, He’s really cute. And, he’s closer to my house than you are. He asked me out yesterday…”
“You didn’t accept, did you?” Chase’s eyes widened when Kira answered.
“I’m really, really sorry Chase.”
“No…you can’t be…”
“Chase?”
“I’ll see you around, Kira.” He stood up and stormed out of the restaurant. Kira was left, a tear rolling down her cheek.
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“What could she see in that other guy? What?!” Chase was laying on the ground outside Celadon City, his Grovyle splayed out next to him. Grovyle shrugged its skinny shoulders, staring up at the dark sky.
“I gave her one whole year of my life, and she blows me off for some football playing jerk!”
“Grovye?”
“Okay, I don’t know he plays football. But he is a jerk!”
“Grove.” Grovyle shook its head sadly.
“Well, we best turn in for the night, Grovyle.” Chase stood up slowly, biting his lip. Grovyle followed him as both walked toward the Celadon Pokemon Center. Chase looked at the moon sadly before stepping through the door. He frowned, and shut the door. Enough for one night.
To Be Continued…
Well, I hope you liked!
Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;
Enough talk. Without further ado...
Destined- A Trainer’s Fic by Bulba the Great!
Chapter One
“Grovyle, Dragon Claw!” A cry rang out in the darkness of a tunnel. The figures of two young men were outlined against the pitch black of the Underground Path. Two strangely shaped forms stood in front of the two humans. One stood about four feet tall. A long leaf curved over its head and down to its feet. Clumps of razor-sharp leaves also grew from its wrists. The creature raised its left claw, the tip glowing bright scarlet. It leapt at the other creature, which was shaped like a horse, only its mane burned with bright fire.
“Ponyta, Flame Wheel!” The horse leapt at the other creature, fire engulfing its body.
“Grovyle, Defensive! Detect!” The Grovyle landed swiftly to the ground and raised its two-fingered claws. An icy-blue shield grew in front of it. The Ponyta rebounded from the barrier, which broke. Both creatures landed and turned swiftly to face each other. The Grovyle’s eyes glowed an intense gold, while Ponyta lowered its head and whinnied.
“Ponyta, Take Down-huh?” The Ponyta’s trainer looked up as the lights in the tunnel suddenly turned on. The feminine figure of a police officer walked down a winding staircase to the tunnel floor. Ponyta’s trainer gulped.
“Gotta run!” he yelled. Before the other trainer could even get a look at his face, the teen ran out the other side of the tunnel. Ponyta looked at Grovyle, and then followed its trainer.
“Um, hi, Officer Jenny?” he asked. Officer Jenny got a good look at him for the first time. The boy before him had spiky off-white hair, covered in a cap with camouflage coloring. His eyes were a pleasant shade of brown, and his face had a warm, good-natured look to it.
“What were you doing, battling in the Underground Path?” she asked.
“Well, I…um…the other guy started it?” the trainer said sheepishly, shrugging his broad shoulders.
“I should turn you in. But, you don’t look like a troublemaker. Can I trust you this time…erm…?”
“Chase. Chase Tang!” Chase said, extending his hand. Jenny hesitated, then shook it.
“I’ll let you off this once. But, if you ever cause trouble again, I’ll have to report you. Understand?”
“Yeah! Thanks, Jen.”
“That’s Officer Jenny.”
“Right…” Officer Jenny sighed, and slowly walked back up the staircase.
“Whew! That was a close one, eh, Grovyle?” Chase asked, turning to Grovyle. The olive colored creature nodded. It spoke, saying only its name.
“Grovile, Grove!” The creature closed its eyes and put its thin arms behind its head.
“Well, I guess it’s best we go, eh?” Grovyle nodded.
“You’re a great Pokemon, you know that?” It nodded again.
“Return.” Chase held out a round sphere, roughly the size of an orange. A thin black line split it, and a small circle met inside the line. The ball was colored a bright maroon on one side, and alabaster color on the other. Chase pressed the circle in the middle. The Poke Ball opened up, and let out a jet of scarlet light. Grovyle was engulfed in the beam, and Grovyle was drawn into the ball. It snapped shut. Chase smiled slightly, and then placed the ball alongside five others on a magnetic belt around his waist. Chase started whistling and strolled out the tunnel. He turned the lights out behind him.
……………………………………………..
Chase Tang was fifteen years old. He had set out on his Pokemon journey five years ago, in his hometown of Littleroot. He had traveled to various gyms, taking on trainers and gym leaders. He had won every single battle, even when faced against Flannery, a Fire- typed gym leader. He had confidence he could take the Indigo League pretty nicely, so the Pokemon trainer left Hoenn after making top four in the Hoenn Championships, and traveled to Kanto, the home of the Indigo Plateau.
Chase was currently traveling towards Celadon City, where he and his girlfriend, Kira, were scheduled to have dinner. Chase smiled at the thought of dinner alone with Kira…he fell into a trance and accidentally walked straight into a large man. He was wearing an odd hat, with a feather sticking out of it. The man looked to be traveling, as he had a large backpack on his back. His face was small, with a jet-black moustache running from large sideburns. His eyes were squinted to the point that Chase couldn’t tell what color they were.
“I’m so sorry! Here…”
“No, it’s all right, son. I got it…” the man said in a deep rumble. He squatted over and picked up his feathered hat, which had fallen off.
“I’m so sorry…”
“Satoshi. Call me Satoshi.”
“Right, Sat. Are you a yodeler, or summat?”
“That’s Satoshi. And, no, I’m a Hiker. Can’t you tell?”
“No.”
“Oh, well. Hey, I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna head up to the mountains-”
“What, here? There are no mountains!”
“Not here, kid, surrounding Saffron City!” Satoshi had no hint of malice. He was a good-natured man.
“Oh. Go on…”
“Wha-oh, right. So, I’m heading toward the mountains, and I need to know my Pokemon have got the right stuff, y’know?”
“Oh. Um…wanna cookie?”
“No, you de-I mean, charming prince of a trainer. I want a battle.” Satoshi was starting to feel just a slight edge. How could anyone with anything but a two-celled brain think he needed a cookie in his condition?
“Okay, I get it. All right, let’s get on with it!”
“Right, then. Go, Machoke!” Satoshi pulled out a Poke Ball, and threw it into the air. In a burst of tangerine light, a large grayish colored Pokemon was released. The ball flew back into Satoshi’s hand. Chase sized up the Pokemon. It stood at about five feet, and it was flexing its muscles. The human-shaped Pokemon had small, watery eyes, and a leer that not even a mother could love. Three ridges rose from its small head, and the Pokemon was naked. Well, almost naked. Underneath its large, muscular chest was a tight fitting belt/diaper type thing.
“What kind of trainer releases a Pokemon in underwear?” Chase thought to himself.
“Now, you choose a Pokemon!”
“I’m getting to that. Go, Banette!” Chase threw another Poke Ball; only this type had a blue top, with two red stripes running through it. In a flash of royal purple, a puppet-like Pokemon appeared. It was an ashen color, and its head was odd to look at. The Pokemon’s mouth was zippered shut, to begin with. Its eyes were a dark, piercing red. And it had a ponytail-like thing running from the left side of its head, which was separated into three spikes. The Ghost hovered roughly two feet from the ground.
“A Ghost-type Pokemon? That’s not fair! Fighting types can’t even touch Ghosts!” cried Satoshi in protest.
“My point exactly. Besides, any trainer who specializes in fighting types should equip their Pokemon with either a special attack, or the Foresight maneuver.”
“I know that. Are you calling me a dimwit?” Satoshi was mad now. He didn’t like people making fun of him.
“No. Anyway…Banette, Shadow Ball!”
“Bane, Banette!” it cried. The Pokemon conjured a dark ball of power in its three-fingered hands. The ball crackled with what looked like purple jolts of electricity.
“No fair, you pulled a fast one! Machoke, Flamethrower!” Satoshi ordered. Machoke flexed its muscles.
“Machoke, you already spent three hours in front of the mirror, look at you muscles later!” Satoshi cried in frustration. Machoke nodded, and put its hands in front of its body. Inside, an ember formed. Suddenly, a large fire burst from between its hands. The Flamethrower attack shot toward Banette. Banette just then released Shadow Ball. The two attacks rushed towards each other. Shadow Ball pushed Flamethrower away and battered into Machoke. The Pokemon fell over, the wind knocked out of it.
“Come on, Sat! Give your Pokemon some quality training!”
“Machoke, stand up!” Satoshi yelled, ignoring Chase’s comment. Machoke pulled its body up, brushing itself off.
“Machoke, Rock Slide!” Satoshi yelled.
“Banette, Psychic!” Chase his Pokemon’s eyes intensify, and everything seemed to stop. Machoke was suddenly lifted from the ground.
“Machoke!” The Pokemon cried, struggling to fight the attack.
“Now, throw it!” Chase ordered. Banette nodded and threw the Pokemon down a steep ledge, and it landed on the ground, hard. Its small eyes closed, opened, and then closed again.
“Machoke’s out!” Chase yelled. He ran to give a high five to Banette, but Satoshi stopped him.
“One more,” he said. He pulled Machoke back, and took another Poke Ball from his belt.
“Let’s see how you deal with this! Xatu, let’s go!” Satoshi threw the Poke Ball into the battlefield. In a flash of turquoise light, a winged Pokemon flew out from it (literally). Chase sized up his new opponent. It was about four feet high, and its body was covered by lime-green down. Alabaster feathers, striped at the end by red and black, coated its large wings. It had four eyes, seemingly; two on its stomach, and another two on its head. They were almond shaped, staring blankly at Chase. Its beak jutted out at Chase, curving downward at the tip. It landed on the ground.
“Xaa, tu,” It cried in a monotone, almost mechanical voice.
“You weren’t expecting that, now, were you laddy?” Satoshi grinned at Chase.
“Don’t worry, Banette! Just give it another Shadow Ball!”
“Bay!” The Pokemon started powering up another ball of dark light.
“Xatu, Night Shade!” Satoshi cried. Xatu’s eyes intensified, and two rays of purple light shot from them. The two Ghost-type attacks collided in midair. In a small explosion, the attacks knocked both Pokemon to the ground. Xatu climbed up. Banette, however, was knocked out.
“Return, Banette.” Chase held out the Poke Ball. He didn’t look too worried, however.
“Absol, I choose you!” Chase released his final Pokemon, confidence building. In a burst of silver color, a large, quadruped Pokemon appeared. It had smooth white fur, and long legs, ending in abnormally large claws. A sickle-like tail was poking from its back, navy blue in color. A shaggy white mane that stretched to the Pokemon’s front knees surrounded its head. It had two almond-shaped eyes, and a small black nose. Another sickle-like object protruded the right side of its ear.
“Abb…” It growled menacingly. It crouched down, and leapt…at Chase. Absol knocked him over, licking his face.
“Absol, get off of me!” Chase cried, laughing at the same time (he was ticklish).
“Kid, control that thing or forfeit!” Satoshi yelled. Chase pushed Absol off of him, getting to his feet. Absol willingly stepped back into the battlefield.
“Right…so, Absol, Bite!” Chase ordered. Absol nodded and raised its front paw. It hit Xatu in the face, knocking the Pokemon to the ground.
“Absol, I said Bite!”
“Ab.” The Pokemon nodded and raised its paw again. Xatu was hit back to the ground.
“What’s wrong with your Pokemon, kid?” asked Satoshi.
“It likes to use Slash. A lot.” Chase winced when Absol knocked him over once again.
“C’mon, Absol, imagine we’re in a gym battle. Remember what I told you about listening? Pull it together, buddy!” Chase stood up once Absol jumped off his chest and landed gracefully on the ground.
“Now, finish it with Bite!” Chase cried. Absol obeyed and opened its mouth wide, clamping down on the struggling Xatu. The Pokemon flinched, and fell limp to the ground, unconscious.
“That’s the way, Absol!” Chase cheered. Satoshi gritted his teeth and pulled his Xatu back. Chase hugged Absol, who had knocked him over again, and returned the Pokemon. The two males stood before each other, motionless. Chase thrust his hand forward, smiling. Satoshi put his out, too, although he was hesitant.
“Good battle, mate!” Chase said jovially.
“Right. Well, kid, I best be headin’ off. See ya ‘round.” Satoshi pat him on the back and strode off. Chase stood still for a moment, sucking air back into his lungs.
“What a narly dude!” he thought to himself. Chase shrugged, and continued toward Celadon.
……………………………………………..
Chase strolled into Celadon’s finest restaurant, The Finest Hotel in Celadon. He was now wearing a black suit, which made him look very mature. As he normally didn’t look it, he felt he should at least try to impress Kira tonight. He asked a passing waiter which table was reserved for him. After a moment, realizing it was the janitor, Chase hurried over to the manager’s desk. However, he spotted Kira on the way over. He waved, and she flashed a spotless smile. He slid into the booth.
“How’s it going, Kira?” He asked, putting his arm around her. She was looking fine tonight. Her shiny dark brown hair was pulled in an elegant bun, and she was wearing a sleeveless royal purple shirt, a gold necklace around her neck.
“Chase, I have to tell you something,” she said tentatively.
“Sure, right after dinner.”
“Chase, it can’t wait. See, there’s this guy…”
“What, did he say you looked stunning? Beautiful? Radiant? Those aren’t opinionated, Kira; they’re true.”
“No. See, He’s really cute. And, he’s closer to my house than you are. He asked me out yesterday…”
“You didn’t accept, did you?” Chase’s eyes widened when Kira answered.
“I’m really, really sorry Chase.”
“No…you can’t be…”
“Chase?”
“I’ll see you around, Kira.” He stood up and stormed out of the restaurant. Kira was left, a tear rolling down her cheek.
……………………………………………..
“What could she see in that other guy? What?!” Chase was laying on the ground outside Celadon City, his Grovyle splayed out next to him. Grovyle shrugged its skinny shoulders, staring up at the dark sky.
“I gave her one whole year of my life, and she blows me off for some football playing jerk!”
“Grovye?”
“Okay, I don’t know he plays football. But he is a jerk!”
“Grove.” Grovyle shook its head sadly.
“Well, we best turn in for the night, Grovyle.” Chase stood up slowly, biting his lip. Grovyle followed him as both walked toward the Celadon Pokemon Center. Chase looked at the moon sadly before stepping through the door. He frowned, and shut the door. Enough for one night.
To Be Continued…
Well, I hope you liked!
Cheers!
~Bulby ;001;
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