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Chapter 14: Double Slap (June 24th) - Updates every other Friday, hopefully

Spectacles

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It hides deep inside caves where no light ever reaches it and remains virtually motionless there. ~Pokemon Crystal, entry #52
He then took out a darkened pokéball from his pocket, containing what she knew would be a dead pokémon.
Aw, what a terrible story with a very terrible teacher!
Both of them went silent as they placed their spheres on a small altar next to a stained glass window.
I like this imagery and I really like the included stained glass picture! I hope they can heal together!
 

JavierE64

Masks are so 2016!!! But don´t forget to wear one
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The Master of both Light and Darkness; who loves the Violent and Dramatic, and the Fun and Adorable.
Wow, the mosaic is incredible. Kudos to you for that.
 

SayleeK

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Between long periods of dormant slumber, this writer rises again for periods of activity that leave piles of dead fictional Pokemon in their wake
His teacher killed his Pokemon? Nooooooo 😭 TERRIBLE TEACHING, 0/10

The mosaic is beautiful! Did you draw that?
 

Leon Yorunaki

I'll Spirit Shackle you!
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I cheated with that one
To be fair, I took my time editing it to turn into a mosaic of sorts, but I don't think it's fair to take full credit from it when I used official artwork as the base image. Still can't say I'm not proud of it, though.

Also, replies:
@theCape : It's hard to imagine Hoenn in a vacuum, and if adding things from other regions add to worldbuilding, I'll always be favorable to that. As for the battle, wait and see...
@Vivace : totally a gym battle, of course, and we've seen how a reckless Himiko is bound to get in danger... way to kill two Pidove with a single Rock Throw
@Spectacles : They will heal in due time. Nothing but a sour dish of revenge to aid on that...
@JavierE64 : Thanks a lot
@SayleeK : Who made that guy a supply teacher when he's not prepared to teach, right? How dare he goes so harsh on kids like that?

There it is. Rustboro Trainer School.

Himiko went in without knocking or thinking about what she was trying to do. Doing either of these would probably discourage her to move on with her initial plan. Such a petty motivation wouldn’t hold if she ever stopped to reconsider.

And there was no reason to do so in those empty halls, because, judging by the reason she went in, there was only one place in the whole building she could find what she was looking for.

That being the pokémon court.

Even if it didn’t have signs pointing to the end of a corridor, it would be hard not to find it, considering the battle noises coming out from it.

Himiko expected the worst as she looked at the arena; yet, she wasn’t prepared for that worst as a boulder went flying in front of her eyes the very moment she could take a look inside the arena.

“Make it stop! I have already forfeited the battle!”

The squeaky voice came from a tiny girl on the left side of the battle zone; probably around the same age as James, if not younger. She was wearing the same uniform as him, except for the pleated skirt instead of pants. Next to her, a Graveler was about to collapse after being hit yet again by a Heracross.

“You should have called him back long ago then.”

On the opposite side, the guy smirked. Probably the substitute teacher James had talked about, despite the hypocrisy exhaling from his pores. Starting from his clothes, composed of the top piece of a black kimono over a white t-shirt and gray jeans. The neck-length blonde-dyed hair framing his smirk on top of it was, in Himiko’s opinion, what made him look so obnoxious.

“Tityus, you heard that? Battle’s over!”

The girl went two steps forward, reaching for her pokémon, but eventually haltered as she realized the irony in those words.

The Heracross smirked back to his trainer, knowing it wasn’t a retreat order. Instead, he rushed against his opponent, landing a last blow on the Graveler, strong enough to shatter his body into small pieces of rock.

This is a bit too much for me…

As the little girl cried, the male trainer didn’t even sketch a reaction to killing a pokémon. It was a bit hard reading his expression, though, which made Himiko wait for his next words before chiming in.

“Did you really expect me to believe you caught that Graveler yesterday? With such a low skill level you showed me? This is for you to learn not to lie to your teacher!”

That's enough. I have to do something about it.

Himiko, for obvious reasons, wasn’t the best person for that job. If she thought about what she was about to do, with her general lack of skill compared to that guy, and knowing he had no qualms about killing opposing pokémon, she would probably never step in.

But, again, she wasn’t thinking.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His contemptuous look at Himiko was proof he was aware of her presence even before she went into the place.

“As they say, there are no rules in love and war…”

“War? Really? You did not need to kill that pokémon!”

“And she did not need to leave him on the battlefield. I was just teaching her a lesson she won’t forget.”

Despite his twisted way of thinking, he wasn’t completely wrong. That little girl would never forget what just happened.

“This is not the best approach and you know it!”

“Do I hear pity in your voice? Concern? You shouldn’t. Show these weaknesses to an enemy, and he’ll attack you through them.”

“Feelings aren’t weaknesses. Being human is not a weakness!”

“Then prove it. Tityus here would love to hear your arguments.”

Himiko took the bait.

“Taillow, time for a real battle. I’ll need your best now!”

If the bird had any concerns from earlier, he shrugged it off, willing to give another chance to the trainer.

“Our opponent today is that Heracross over there. Be careful, he’s good with close-range attacks.”

“A flying type against Tityus… I could’ve seen it from a mile away. Good thing we just won against that Graveler… Dunk!”

The Taillow didn’t expect a specific attack order, despite not having proper training upon which move he should use in each situation. Not that he would need it at that moment, because as he started to charge into a Wing Attack, new orders came.

“Abort, it’s a trap!”

Himiko’s warning was crucial because, as she noticed the bug was holding some remains of the Graveler he had just killed, she was aware of what he would try to do. The Heracross jumped straight into the bird’s direction, trying to hit it from above. If not for his defensive measures, that Smack Down move would probably end the battle before it started.

“His guard is down, Gust!”

“Morph!”

The girl was aware of her disadvantage. While she had to resort to straight move calls as she never got to train properly with her Taillow, the opposite duo had their own keywords ready. Not to mention he was a seasoned trainer, who knew what to do with those extra seconds of advantage. But she had a plan, despite seeing the bug protect itself from the Gust, both because he was open to a direct attack when crawling, and her idea would even up the battlefield if done right.

It’s not how it works,” Fuu whispered inside her head, being called out of his pokéball. “I’m only linked to you, so I can’t talk to him without saying it out loud.

Damn.

“It’s my turn now. Tityus, Plane!”

“Keep dodging and wait for my call!”

The Heracross went up flying, reducing the distance between the two, trying to connect a contact move against the Taillow. Seemed to be something like a Cut or a Slash, but Himiko had no time to think about its specific action. It was already some kind of a miracle her pokémon was able to dodge every move so far, keeping its distance from the bug — who was already showing some sort of fatigue from the successive battles…

“Bring him to the floor, then Gust at my sign!”

“Dunk it first!”

The Taillow just glanced at her trainer, realizing she had a plan. Signaling a downwards movement with her hand, the bird had just followed it as the Heracross went just behind, chasing it with another stone in his hand. She whispered while spinning one of her fingers, hoping her plan would work, as the Taillow took some height back at the last second. Tityus' choices would be either taking his time to land or crashing against the floor, on which he took the former.

Which just let him open for a direct Wing Attack hit as the Taillow had just performed a Barrel Roll.

“Good job, Taillow!”

The Heracross had no proper conditions to keep battling, struggling to get up after the last hit. And, while Himiko could keep ordering new attacks, she just retreated her pokémon, stretching her arm for the bird to land into. There was no reason to do otherwise.

“It is no pity. It’s just common sense.”

Himiko glanced at the Graveler’s trainer, sitting there in shock after the death of her pokémon. She didn’t pay any attention to the battle, unable to think properly about what just happened.

“You should go home,” Himiko said, touching her shoulder and bringing the girl back into reality.

“You only won because you had the advantage for this first round!”

“What do you mean by first round?”

“As a proper gym challenge, each trainer is allowed to use up to two pokémon.”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not taking it seriously, because I’ll make you care. Artemis, your turn!”

Another bug. We can do this.

“Take some rest, Taillow, we might need you later.”

But Himiko was unsure about who to send against that new creature, much bigger than she expected. It wasn’t quite as tall as the Heracross from earlier, but the large wings more than made up for it, with a span close to six feet. She had planned to send Fuu into battle, but the tiny Ralts was scared — and with good reason.

The girl took her pokédex out, ignoring the younger trainer now running away, probably scared as well from that thing. A Dustox, according to the device, even though that creature was twice as big as expected for the species.

“I don’t blame you for being scared, I mean, she’s from my personal team…”

How convenient for him to bring out gym rules just to break them afterward…

It was common knowledge leaders had to use weaker pokémon when going into formal battles. But, in his defense, that battle was anything but formal.

“Beautifly, I’m counting on you!”

Himiko regretted her choice the moment she tossed her pokéball, however. Not only was he still mad at her for that terrible training before, but also that guy was probably a bug specialist and, in that case, would probably know every move from his arsenal.

Not to mention her bug was only half the size of his opponent.

“How cute… Artemis, start with a claw!”

“Keep your distance and try a Gust!”

She managed to read the other trainer’s lips, whispering what she thought to be something like “bad move”. But, even with that one second of advantage, it wasn’t enough for her to change the attack plans.

Not that she would expect a ranged move from the Dustox with such an order, for a start, as she just spit a massive load of silk out in a sort of web.

Rather, an Electroweb.

“Follow with fire!”

Even using its Gust against it, the Beautifly couldn’t properly avoid the webs, getting the left wing stuck into them and finding himself unable to keep its height.

And, while Himiko couldn’t figure out what that guy meant by “fire”, it certainly wouldn’t be a good thing.

“Taillow, you take it, I’m calling him back!”

It needed to be a precise movement for both the Taillow and his trainer. While switching was allowed for a challenger, having no pokémon on the field even for half a second was considered a forfeit. On the other hand, having two creatures on the field at the same time was also a rule violation — one Himiko ended up committing.

The good part of it is that the leader decided to overlook her mistake. If only because it was an advantage for him to do so, as the Dustox launched such a powerful Sludge Bomb at the Beautifly it managed to hit both of Himiko’s pokémon at the same time.

Himiko stared at the Beautifly’s pokéball as its mechanisms started to fade out. She wasn’t fast enough, and her pokémon was dead.

Only at that moment she realized how everything she did since leaving the church was a string of mistakes.

As the Taillow chirped faintly, however, she knew she couldn’t stop for lamenting just yet.

His beak was almost glowing with a red tint, a clear sign of poisoning.

“Who could have guessed? The first time I’ll kill two pokémon with a single move…”

“YOU SON OF A…”

Stop it, Himiko!” Fuu had to stop the girl, knocking a stone out of her hand as she was about to rush toward the guy. “Battle’s not over yet.

Instead of being weakened by the poison, the Taillow just charged back against the Dustox. No moves were ordered, just a tiny bit of instinct and a fair share of rage consuming him as he flew far faster than usual, landing a straight blow at the moth’s core, catching not only her but the leader in surprise.

“Claw again!”

It never had a chance to attack back, as the bird kept pecking her over and over, not giving it any time to react. He didn’t care about the pollen mist she released as self-defense, being numbed by the poisoning effects.

He was going down, sure, but he’d make sure to take the killer with him before that.

“Your Dustox is unable to battle.” Himiko tried to mimic his sarcastic tone, without much success. “I won.”

“Does this really feel like winning to you?”

Of all the possible reactions she would expect from such a guy, that wasn’t one of them. All his sarcasm was gone and, for the first time, Himiko could believe he was a teacher of sorts.

“You proved your point, but at what cost? Your Beautifly is dead, your Taillow will be dead before you reach a pokémon center. Was it worth it?”

His words hurt more than the realization of those deaths. Way more than it should.

And then the bird went after him.

A vicious, enraged Swellow, who didn’t hit him by the sheer luck of Himiko being able to call him back right before it could do any damage.

“What the fuck are you doing, girl?”

But the real question was what the freshly evolved bird had just done, as he noticed the dead Dustox on the floor.

And there was no possible answer for that.

“Quite the hypocrite you are… I’ll show you!”

He brought another of his personal pokémon out while rushing toward the girl, and Himiko recognized that Butterfree instantly. She didn’t even need any confirmation on that, even though she had one.

“Danai, hunt!”

Fuu!

He needed no orders since he could see what his trainer was thinking. At least Himiko believed so. And the next moments were completely different from what she expected as the Ralts attacked back.

Not the Butterfree, but his trainer.

It took no more than a second, a blasting moment of agony and pain Himiko could recognize from her own memories. Granted, it looked much more painful looking at it than what she had felt before.

The next blast was against the now defenseless Butterfree. He broke after seeing his trainer being attacked, and did not expect such a powerful move from a tiny pokémon like that Ralts.

A third blow would come together with the previous, but not in the form of a psychic attack. As the other trainer hit the floor, Himiko finally understood why Fuu had targeted him first, noticing the previously concealed knife he had with him.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said in a haste.

And she knew enough about her share of problems, grabbing one of the badges he had pinned on the inside of his now open kimono.

Because, if she could be sure of one thing in her life, it was she wouldn’t ever come back to that place.

First of all, happy to provide your daily dose of
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Second, call me a b*tch. Oh, wait, I totally deserved that one. And that's because I had nerfed this battle after a failed test run when that guy had a Ninjask of all things...
Still, for the final version, this very battle ended being nerfed twice more (one for levels, another for movesets) so it ended being as minimally fair (By the way, that Hay Fever move is bug-typed Swift, replacing Sweet Scent, and is the TM for that battle ever since. It will come into play in the run in another chapter)
As for the battle itself, the description was close enough to what really happened. Nuri evolved right before gym battle (totally planned, because I knew that battle would be trash to my side) and everything was sort of under control until Dustox and Anorith. The latter only went down easily with a bit of luck (don't remember all details, but there was a Rock Slide miss), and Dustox was the troublesome one (with +20 on each base stat, since our moth really needs that buff). Turns out it bit my back, since Beautifly (who has the same +20 on everything) died to a crit Sludge Bomb when I was sure he could live one, and the very next turn, it poisoned Nuri. Which was somehow a good thing, since it activated Guts and allowed me to KO it (and his own Beautifly) without hassle. Except maybe for ending the battle in red health. The in-game Himiko had some Pecha Berries, though, so all went well.
Current Members:

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Fuu (Ralts ♂) - Lv. 17 - Bold | Synchronize
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Monk (Bellsprout ♂) - Lv. 18 - Bold | Chlorophyll
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Nuri (Swellow ♂) - Lv. 22 - Mild | Guts
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Helio (Igglybuff ♂) - Lv. 16 - Bashful | Cute Charm
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Wendy (Skiploom ♀) - Lv. 16 - Lax | Chlorophyll

Deceased
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Stardust (Zigzagoon ♀) - Lv. 4~6 - Bold | Pickup
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Basker (Poochyena ♀) - Lv. 4~12 - Bold | Run Away
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Bully (Beautifly ♂) - Lv. 7~20 - Serious | Swarm
 
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Vivace

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The Lad Pokemon, Vivace's main powers are photoshop and chatting shit. Manages the unofficial nuzlocke football team.
You should be proud of that mosaic! Even if the base picture is official art, you transformed it into something just as beautiful :D

Damn, I’ve had some bad substitute teachers in the past, but this edgy scum puddle is in a whole different league. You wrote him well btw; I really enjoy his power-trip personality and disregard for anyone else’s feelings. The worst part is that he’s clever on top of everything else.

And then you went and made a moth scary!

shit. Not the Beautifly ;_;

Your talent at writing battles really shone here. I can’t wait to see what you come up with for the next major fight!
 

Spectacles

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Team Alpha
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888
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Pennsylvania
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Jolly
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  1. Fairy
Pokédex Entry
It hides deep inside caves where no light ever reaches it and remains virtually motionless there. ~Pokemon Crystal, entry #52
Wow, what a chapter...That substitute teacher just gets more and more despicable. I feel bad for that poor girl with the Graveler. And our poor Beautifly too. I'm glad Himiko and Swellow stood up to him.
 

Leon Yorunaki

I'll Spirit Shackle you!
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Team Omega
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Rash
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@Vivace : Don't worry, I am proud of that mosaic ; )
He was meant to be a scum, yeah, someone to make Himiko's life hell. Also,
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is always scary, there's not making it scary.
And yeah, I felt the pain of losing yet another team member, and a good one to boot. Bully will be missed but never forgotten. But I wish Himiko would feel the same.

@Spectacles : Good thing Himiko has an unstoppable force of her own in her Swellow. That teacher got what he deserved(?), but sadly that won't soften the traumas he caused, especially to that girl.


Shoutouts to @Vivace for beta reading and helping me so this chapter shines the most.
“You what?

“Shut up, James!” Himiko whispered. “You want the whole of Rustboro to know?”

“Sorry… keep talking, what happened next?”

She ended up meeting James at the Pokémon Center; it was sort of a relief to have someone she could talk to about the latest happenings. Thanks to the sudden evolution, her Swellow ended up surviving through the poisoning effects and was being treated as the duo were chatting like nothing serious had happened.

Because there were quite a few things they didn’t want to talk about in the slightest.

It didn’t take too long for the trainer to realize, after asking James to describe the old gym leader, that his teacher was the girl in the nightmare she had had before. If Himiko were to believe in that, then it meant she was murdered by the very same guy she had met at the gym less than an hour before.

The worst part of it is that insane theory did make sense as Roxanne Felsen had gone missing for three days already.

Still, not talking about those details worked for both of them, as Himiko kept explaining how, against all odds, she managed to win that battle against Kayden (How odd I never asked what his name was), and was about to forge some lie about the aftermath of that match when one of the nurses came by.

“Your Swellow is recovering well, but we think it’s better for him to stay the night with us.”

“I’ll trust you on that. Can I see him?”

“I could allow it, yes, but it would be for the best if he rests for now.”

“I see. Thanks for helping.”

Himiko took a glance at the clock on the opposite wall, noticing it was just a bit past five then suddenly remembering she still had a meeting to attend.

Talk about a busy day…

Skipping it wasn’t an option. She’d need the trainer card both for using the accommodations for that night and taking her pokémon back from the center the next day, and there was enough reason to believe Mr. Stone had the plate with him.

And she was already late.

Not that James wasn’t either; while he was used to wandering around after his classes, he should be home before his parents arrived from work, which could happen anytime soon.

“You’re right, we’d better get moving, but…” his voice failed for a bit. “We might never see each other again since you’re on a journey and all…”

“I guess you’re right…”

Himiko didn’t quite feel attached to the kid as he did, but, considering he saved her life in the forest, it would be rude not to reciprocate the warmth of his last hug before they both left the center in opposite directions…





Walking to the Devon Corporations building after all that happened was uncanny, to say the least. There were so many things going wrong that day it kind of numbed the girl. Still, there were a few oddities around she wasn’t able to ignore.

It was impossible not to wonder why Mr. Stone took such an interest in her. She felt, after their brief meeting that morning, there was some shady enthusiasm behind his help, enough to taint whatever compassion he tried to express.

That’s what made the girl shiver as he waved from one of the far tables in that busy cafe he had mentioned; seeing him still in his pinstripe suit made him stand out among the younger crowd in the place.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t come. Please, have a seat.”

She didn’t answer except for a handshake, unsure if she should. It was he who called her there, for a start, so what could she say before he started?

“You look so different from earlier…” the man went on, feeling how uneasy she was. “How did it go?”

“It feels like I aged two years today… but all went well, thanks for asking.”

“Want a drink? They have some fantastic stuff here, I suggest you try their Cheri Smoothie.”

She felt he didn’t want to start talking about any serious stuff just yet but, at the same time, she couldn’t break the ice like he was trying to.

“So… why did you save me?”

“You’d rather I didn’t?” He laughed, still trying to ease things up. Himiko didn’t react. “I saw there was something wrong, and I felt like checking it out.”

“And what about the hospital? I was told you paid for everything, and…”

“Look, you’re still young, you might not understand what I’m going to say now. But for someone like me, money in itself has no meaning. Working or spending is meaningless, and I need to find reasons to live elsewhere.”

“I don’t think I get it, but I’m following.”

“What I mean is I don’t want you to reimburse me anything. I don’t need your money, or any at all, but it doesn’t mean you can’t give me something in return.”

Himiko shuddered. He can’t mean…

Instead of her worst thoughts, he pulled a brown envelope from his folder, slipping it through the desk.

“You can pay me… with secrets.”

Himiko couldn’t understand what he meant, at least not until opening the package. The picture inside was the last thing she would expect to find there, an image that came to her in a nightmare.

It depicted a cute girl, only a few years older than Himiko, with brown hair split in twintails and wearing a gray dress. In what one would expect to be a cheerful expression, however, there was only fear being reflected by those darkened eyes staring at the distance, and the pale skin suggested all of her blood flowed elsewhere.

For example, the multiple perforations in her chest.

“So, I assume you’ve met Roxy before?”

Himiko was too shocked to reply, which only made Rochard press her further.

“Roxanne Felsen, headteacher of Rustboro’s Trainer School and certified as a Leader for the Hoenn League. Last seen leaving the school on Monday night. And I have many reasons to believe you or your Ralts are involved with her… disappearance.”

“Monday night, you say? Didn’t you rescue me some hours before that? How could I?”

“Because you’re as transparent as thin glass. Your eyes are screaming how you know a thing or two about this, yet you don’t want to tell me.”

“Well, you didn’t say enough either. Like, if she’s missing, where did you get this from?”

“It came from your Ralts’ memories.”

It was now Himiko’s turn to lose any color she had on her face. Unable to get out of this situation, she decided to tell everything about the nightmare she had before leaving Petalburg, including all details she could remember, but casually ‘forgetting’ to mention she had met that guy in the gym earlier that day.

“If it came from anyone else I wouldn’t believe it, but you have a strong alibi and a very interesting Ralts to make me reconsider the idea. Still, I can’t just take your word for it.”

Himiko stood silent, waiting for him to finish. It was as clear as water he would follow with some shady proposal.

“That oddity kind of meets my interests as a Devon researcher. You see, we’re developing a new product that could give us the proof we just need…” He smiled, and Himiko felt uneasy before he went on. “If you can help us with our final tests, I think we may kill two Pidgey with a Rock Throw, what do you say?”

How can he always force me into those dead ends?





The good part of accepting that weird plan was having a proper dinner, which came as a blessing since Himiko had skipped her lunch in face of such a troublesome day.

All benefits of it would end there, as both of them were heading underground again. This time, Mr. Stone activated a different hidden button at the elevator by pressing the D part of the logo, bringing them even further below ground to what seemed to be a secret lab.

“This little thing here should be able to explain how dreams are generated.” Rochard laughed, knowing the equipment was anything but small. “If things go well, it might recover those memories as you sleep, which can be later recorded in this other computer here…”

Himiko wasn’t paying much attention to his technical exposition, focusing instead on a strange creature placed in a sort of dome near the computers. Rochard didn’t take long to realize that, and stopped wasting her time and his own with those details.

“You see, this prototype is based on some research papers from Unova, and I bet our competitors are trying to patent a device faster than us. That pokémon is what allows our device to capture and process the dreams into images.”

“I’ve… never seen a thing like that before.”

“Yeah, it’s a rare sight even in Unova. I just hope our Kanto rivals didn’t get a chance to put their hands in one of these yet.”

“I see…” Himiko would probably be interested in that talk if she wasn’t so nervous. “What happens next?”

“I’ll ask both you and your Ralts to put these helmets on so I can monitor your brain while you sleep.”

“These things must be uncomfortable,” she noted, and it was kind of an understatement, considering its size and shape; Fuu was in a worse situation with a helmet so big for his size he could almost crawl inside it. “How am I supposed to sleep wearing this?”

“Don’t worry about that, our Musharna can also help you with this.”

She looked again at the pink pokémon; the creature smiled back. Hope I can rest properly at least.

A wish she was soon granted, whiting out within minutes. The next thing Himiko knew, Rochard was already waking her up.

“Good morning, little sunshine.” He laughed a bit before going on. “I think you want to know how it went and have some breakfast. I can give you both at my office.”

She knew there was no other option, even though his thoughts were precise. It was still a silent walk until they reached his room, though, with a bit of tension he couldn’t completely hide.

“On the bright side, we’ve got enough proof you weren’t involved with Roxanne.” He held a dramatic pause, tasting the effect of his words on Himiko. She was too busy tasting a Nanab cake to react properly. “However, it wouldn’t be wise to talk loudly about it, for privacy reasons. You wouldn’t want to have a dream of yours exposed that way.”

“Glad you think that way.”

“I’d be inclined to say you used a Future Sight attack if it was even possible.” Rochard decided to ignore the sarcasm within the girl’s voice. “It must have been your Ralts, of course, but somehow you seemed to feel the effects of it. I’d love to do proper research on it, but it’d take more time than either of us have…”

Her deadly stare was enough of an answer. Not only could she not waste that time, but the idea of spending months in a lab as a test subject was somewhat disgusting.

“Now, switching gears… what are your current plans?”

“I… didn’t think about it properly, to be honest.”

“Judging by your trainer position, I suppose you’re doing the circuit. Sooner or later you’ll have to reach Dewford… I mean, it’s not like Rustboro’s gym will be able to schedule matches for some time, so…”

Himiko couldn’t help but wonder how much he knew about what happened the day before. Considering he had free access to her mind that night, ‘everything’ was a possible answer.

“In this case, I’ll ask for a favor if you don’t mind.” Rochard opened one of the drawers in his desk, retrieving two small cardboard boxes; the one sealed with tape was placed closer to the girl, on which he continued. “I have some… stuff to be delivered to Mr… Steven. He needs this package to be delivered today, but I don’t think your delivery service can make it…”

Himiko felt there was something wrong with that proposal, especially with his stuttering, but decided to go along with it, not being in a position to question his actions.

“But how can I make it?”

“There’s a ferry to Dewford leaving from the north docks at 9 am, and our delivery man is busy with another ordeal today.”

Himiko glanced at the clock. A few past eight. Damn.

“What about the other box?”

"It's for you. Think of it as a payment for your dispatch mission.”

She reluctantly opened the flaps, finding some sort of electronic device inside, branded ‘PokéNav Deco Series 8’. Probably a mobile phone of sorts.

“It’s the most useful device a trainer can have after a Pokedex,” he added, reading through the girl’s surprise. “It has an exclusive GPS tech that can scan for the presence of wild pokémon around you. And it happens to be a phone too. I took the liberty of adding my number in your book, so you can call me if anything happens.”

Just as I expected, there’s always a hidden string attached…

“Thank you. I’ll surely put it to great…” Taking the device out of its box, Himiko found her trainer card placed carefully under it. “Oh, clever one. I was about to ask for that.”

“I’ll give you detailed instructions as you get there, okay?”

“Sure thing. But I have to go to the pokémon center before heading to Dewford, my pokémon are still there.”

“In this case, you’d better hurry.” He grabbed the rotary phone on his table and, like the day before, asked for someone to guide Himiko outside. “By the way, you should get a newspaper to keep you busy, it’ll be a long trip.”

What a weird suggestion, she thought. In such a way she didn’t even consider it. And even forgot about it completely as she retrieved her Swellow at the pokemon center.

But she would eventually remember and understand the hint as she was about to board the ferry, by glancing at the headline.


OUT OF CONTROL: ANOTHER MURDER AT RUSTBORO’S GYM.



The calm before the storm? What's that?
Not to say there was nothing happening gameplay-wise, but pretty much didn't. Just a rather uneventful battle against the thief grunt, and that plot point when you meet Mr. Stone in-game. Nothing like an excuse to add the PokéNav (also known as Unintended Plot Coupon™️) to the run
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Nuri (Swellow ♂) - Lv. 22 - Mild | Guts
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Helio (Igglybuff ♂) - Lv. 16 - Bashful | Cute Charm
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Wendy (Skiploom ♀) - Lv. 16 - Lax | Chlorophyll

Deceased
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Stardust (Zigzagoon ♀) - Lv. 4~6 - Bold | Pickup
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Basker (Poochyena ♀) - Lv. 4~12 - Bold | Run Away
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Bully (Beautifly ♂) - Lv. 7~20 - Serious | Swarm
 

Vivace

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The Lad Pokemon, Vivace's main powers are photoshop and chatting shit. Manages the unofficial nuzlocke football team.
I get a lot of creep vibes from Mr. Stone, and I'm not the only one either - Himiko's distrust of him is written really well here - but man, the "You can pay me... with secrets" line ain't much better!

The picture inside was the last thing she would expect to find there, an image that came to her in a nightmare.
It depicted a cute girl, only a few years older than Himiko, with brown hair split in twintails and wearing a gray dress. In what one would expect to be a cheerful expression, however, there was only fear being reflected by those darkened eyes staring at the distance, and the pale skin suggested all of her blood flowed elsewhere.
For example, the multiple perforations in her chest.
“So, I assume you’ve met Roxy before?”

And then he goes and does that... Fuck, man! The trauma is getting heaped on Himiko here and I'm ready for more xD

There's some really great intrigue on the side, too. Himiko and Fuu are obviously innocent, but if they're not involved in this., who is? Is it that crazy substitute teacher as implied, or... someone else?
 

Spectacles

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It hides deep inside caves where no light ever reaches it and remains virtually motionless there. ~Pokemon Crystal, entry #52
Oooh damn! That’s a cool concept, getting that image from Fuu’s memories. And having your mind fished around in… hopefully they meant her no harm. I’m really looking forward to seeing what’s going on in Rustboro too
 

Leon Yorunaki

I'll Spirit Shackle you!
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Team Omega
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@Vivace: Mr. Stone is sure a gray character, someone who puts his dirty cards in the clean, hoping he gets trusted but doing no favors to himself. But he's a smart player himself (the kind Carlos would have a hell of a time with). Meanwhile Himiko is being buried by trauma and I'm eager to see her dealing with it.
About the murder, it's heavily implied Kayden did it, but we never get a confirmation. Should it make sense being him? Dunno /shrugs
@Spectacles : my hopes are with you as well. There were quite a few things going on, sure, but the League is already looking at it as you'll see this chapter. so... hopes are up?

CW: minor suicidal thoughts. More like a mention of it than the real thing, but I prefer to err on the safe side.

It was a rowdy trip, despite the calm waters the ferry was sailing through.

The turbulent part of it was inside Himiko’s head, still dizzy from the newspaper’s headline. She ended up buying it, despite not having the guts to read the damn thing from the get-go.

But, as always, curiosity ended up winning in the long run, allowing her to check the highly sensationalist version of the facts:
Kayden R. Blast, the acting representative of the Pokémon League in Rustboro, was found dead last night at a school downtown. Two of his Pokémon were also attacked at the site: Dustox and Butterfree, the latter still alive, and sent to the city's Pokémon Center.

The case is being investigated by the Hoenn Homicide Department (HHD). According to them, there are still no suspects. The trainer's body showed no signs of physical injury, but both Pokémon had multiple punctures.

According to chief Anneto Carsam, the investigation team is treating the case with prime concern. “We have to carefully inspect this crime, as it possibly aims to destabilize the [Pokémon] League. It's still early to say, but there is a chance it’s directly related to the disappearance of Roxanne [Felsen].”

In a statement, the chief representative for the Pokémon League in Hoenn, Drake Bertelli, laments what happened by calling it "a cowardly attack on the integrity of the League" and demands justice to be done even though Kayden, as an acting representative, was not directly affiliated with the Pokémon League.

Roxanne: The search for Roxanne Felsen, the official representative of the Pokémon League in Rustboro, reached the third day without success. There are still no clues to her whereabouts. According to witnesses, Roxanne was last seen leaving the school where she works as a teacher last Monday (15th) afternoon.

With the murder of Mr. Blast yesterday, the HHD is now working with the hypothesis of homicide, extending the search to the outskirts of the city. There are suspicions of a connection between both cases.

Himiko stared at the picture right next to the report, chilling as she remembered what had just happened at the gym. Reading the whole thing again in disbelief, word for word.

Was found dead.

Dead.


With eyesight lost on the horizon, as far as she could stare at the ocean, she couldn’t react properly to that fact. It was murder. And I did it.

It didn’t take long for her to remind herself it was a self-defense act, how she had to do it to save her own life and protect her team from that monster of a guy.

Despair came back quickly as she considered the police were after it, and in no time they would realize she was the last person leaving the gym that afternoon. Sooner or later they would be after her.

Himiko looked down, only now perceiving she had dropped the newspaper into the sea. She almost considered jumping behind in the hopes a dangerous creature would get her, but soon grasped it wouldn’t change anything. Besides, if such a dumb attitude would make any difference, she’d done it ages ago.

I’m probably overreacting. The worst that can happen is going to jail…

Those thoughts were interrupted as a stop was announced. Most of the passengers would likely unship at the Petalburg harbor, since it was the safest option between the two cities, just around the dangerous forest.

It was also the perfect opportunity to add an extra layer of worry over the emotional weight she was already carrying. All the info shown in the newspaper was intentionally vague, which included the investigations. And she had to give her full name at the Rustboro port to buy her ticket.

Could the police already know it was me? What if they’re using this stop to arrest me?

There was only one logical option, and it was to lock herself inside the bathroom. It shouldn’t be a long stop, after all.

At least the paranoia kind of subdued as the ferry left, half an hour later. Being alone in a silent closet had its good perks, and was enough to calm her down just a bit, enough to reconsider everything that happened and how she probably was safe — and, even if she wasn’t, she could do nothing against it.

Not to mention Kayden wasn’t exactly a nice guy. She had enough reasons to believe he was the guy who killed Roxanne, even though no one could tell if she was dead. Except for Mr. Stone, possibly.

Despite all of that, her tension had never died.

And it showed as someone snuck behind her while she was carelessly walking through a corridor.

“Found you!”

Himiko blacked out immediately from the shock.

曖​


“Her blood pressure has lowered, she’ll be up soon.”

It was a bit claustrophobic and, with the swaying movement, Himiko was still disoriented when getting back into her senses. The unknown male voice was peaceful and probably harmless, but her head was still too heavy to properly look at him.

“Hey… you fine?”

Knowing the second voice she heard was a relief; realizing it was Brendan’s voice wasn’t.

“Where am I? What happened?”

“We’re still on the ferry,” he replied. “You passed out earlier, way to get me worried!”

“Don’t know…” Himiko tried to shove it off. “Might’ve been the sun…”

“Or probably stress.” The first voice chimed back in, and Himiko finally could take a quick look at him, finding a dark-skinned athletic guy, probably in his early twenties. Her attention shifted to the cheerful Clefairy sitting in his lap. “But nothing beats Flo’s Aromatherapy on that matter. What are you feeling right now?”

“My head still hurts a bit, but I’ll be fine.”

“Sorry if I scared you earlier.” Brendan went in again. “I never expected you to react like this.”

“Don’t worry, I know you didn’t mean it.”

“Thanks again for the help, Darlan.” Brendan shifted his attention back to the other guy. “I wouldn’t know what to do without your aid.”

“I’m always glad to help.” The man stopped for a bit, making sure that the subject would die. “So, you guys are going to Dewford. Are you both doing the circuit?”

“Nah, I’m going to Slateport,” Brendan replied. “But it’s a long trip and I feel better splitting it.”

Himiko just nodded. She had a task to do there but knew enough she shouldn’t talk about it freely.

And for once luck was on her side since her PokéNav started ringing from inside her bag before she needed to open her mouth.

“Hey, you never gave me your number!” Brendan laughed as the girl picked her phone up, leaving the cabin in hopes of having some privacy. After all, there was only one person who could have called her.

“Hope your trip is going well.” Rochard skipped the greetings entirely. “How are things going so far?”

“Could’ve been worse, Mr. Stone. I still got the package safe.”

“Forget the Mister, ma’am. Did you catch the news?”

Himiko had a slim hope that Rochard didn’t know details about what happened at the gym and his morning advice was just a bad coincidence, not a way for him to mess with her.

His last question made that glimpse of hope vanish.

“What in the flying fuck do you want with me?”

“Go easy, Himiko!”

“Go easy down your ass! Don’t try to fuck with me like that ‘cause I’m already done with that shit!”

Dead silence, both in the call and from the woman walking near Himiko at that moment.

“Are you done cussing? May I talk now?”

His peaceful tone made Himiko perceive how she overreacted — again.

“Now, I won’t pretend I don’t know about yesterday, but I guess no one else should either. If what I’ve heard about that guy is true, he had what he deserved. But I didn’t call you to talk about that.”

“Sorry about the swearing. I’m not having a good day and you know why.”

“I’ll just forget that scurrility. Anyway, about the little box, I talked to Steven moments ago, he’s working at the Granite Cave today and is aware of your arrival. If you please, go there as soon as you land.”

“Sure, it’s not like I have anything else important to do today…”

“Call me if something happens.” He ignored the sarcasm in her voice. “Better yet, call me when you get to the cave.”

“OK. Again, sorry for the bad things I said.”

“Sorry about what? Did you say anything? I’ll wait for the ring, see you!”

She looked at the horizon as the call just died, contemplating the sea and all the questionable choices she had made so far.

曖​


Darlan had just waved goodbye as he headed towards Dewford’s central area, wishing for Himiko to stay safe as the girl went north, far from the urban portion of the small island. She had hoped Brendan would do the same and get some rest for the next day, leaving the girl alone for her small mission at the Granite Cave.

Her share of luck for that day had ended, however, and her friend was just a few yards behind walking in the same direction.

Himiko was aware of that but just chose to ignore him. It could be just a coincidence, and she didn’t want to start an argument over it. Instead, she quickened the pace a bit, trying to gain some distance from him. He reacted by doing the same, keeping himself close enough, but still leaving some range.

It was almost like an endurance test.

And, if it was, Himiko would end up failing.

“Would you goddamn stop following me?” She kept walking, not even looking back as he kept going behind for a few minutes.

“I’m not following you. But it seems you’re trying to avoid me.”

“All I want is to reach the Granite Cave.”

“Then it’s just a coincidence,” he smirked. “Because I’m heading there too.”

“I thought you told me you were going to Slateport.”

“I am tomorrow. But since I’m around I want to check on the wild Mawile, it’s not any day you get a chance to see one.”

“Can’t you just go there and stop bothering me then?”

“I’m just minding my business here. You can only blame yourself.”

“Look, Brendan.” She finally stopped and looked back into his face. “I’m having a terrible day already, could you please get me some time and space?”

“Like if I could summon Dialga and Palkia for you…”

“I’m not joking!”

“I don’t really care, right? You need to stop taking life too seriously, that’s why you’re so messed up!”

“What the hell do you want?”

“I’ve told you, I’ll try to find some Mawile into the Granite Cave. What about you?”

“None of your business.”

“Ooh, I’m sooo scared, little Himiko is being mean to me… hey, don’t leave me hanging there!”

“Eh… whatever.”

“I think you could be nice for a change.” Brendan pressed forward, finally getting closer to the girl. “Where’s the charming girl I met at Littleroot?”

“Fuck off!”

“Look, I’m just trying to help. You need some help, even if you can’t see it.”

“So it’s all my fault now? Didn’t I tell you to fuck off already?!”

“No, seriously. Look at my face.” He finally touched the girl’s shoulders, almost losing his temper. He had already lost, in fact, but was making an astounding effort not to show it. “You don’t need to act strong to me. I can see you’re not well. Put these hurts out!”

“The only thing wrong here is you toasting my patience. Just get out of my way, ’kay?”

It took Brendan this long for him to understand he wouldn’t get her to talk. Not acting like that, at least.

“Fine. I get it. But I’ll be here if you change your mind.”

She kept walking, as Brendan decided to keep a greater distance from the girl.

Fucking finally.

It didn’t take long for her to reach the caves, known by the red-tinted rocky formation. What was lesser known about those was how deep the structure went underground, which quickly blinded the girl with darkness.

And, as she started wondering how could she find that Steven guy in that dullness — or anyone, for the fact, a dim light shined from behind the girl.

All she could do was pray it wasn’t Brendan with a flashlight of sorts.

You could bet it was.

“Didn’t I tell you to stop following me?”

“Quiet, Himiko!” His voice was closer to a whisper but still audible as it reverberated through the walls. “You’ll scare the wilds.”

“Whatever. Not my problem.”

“Look. Dad made me promise I’d be nice with you after last Saturday, but you surely know how to be unbearable, you know?”

“Thank you for being the unpaid therapist I never asked for.”

“Can’t you, like, at least pretend to be nice for a while?”

“Can’t you kids just shut the fuck up?!” A deep unknown voice, coming out of nowhere, seemed a bit too close not to get both of them scared.​


Have you heard about back-to-back zero in-game content chapters? now you do.
Seriously, the last segment of this chapter was my favorite thing to write in a long time. I believe these two have great synergy with each other (not saying they go well, but they make things happen when together), and boy, I feel I got to know these two much better after that scene. No, really.
Also, this is a 3-chapter setup so I can finally take the spoiler bars out of character names. Having Himiko act this way surely backfired because it's so hard to give her pokémon character traits as she doesn't allow for them to have screentime...

Meanwhile, all I can say about next chapter is it'll be called Rage Powder. Take that as you will.
Current Members:

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Fuu (Ralts ♂) - Lv. 17 - Bold | Synchronize
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Monk (Bellsprout ♂) - Lv. 18 - Bold | Chlorophyll
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Nuri (Swellow ♂) - Lv. 22 - Mild | Guts
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Helio (Igglybuff ♂) - Lv. 16 - Bashful | Cute Charm
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Wendy (Skiploom ♀) - Lv. 16 - Lax | Chlorophyll

Deceased
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Stardust (Zigzagoon ♀) - Lv. 4~6 - Bold | Pickup
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Basker (Poochyena ♀) - Lv. 4~12 - Bold | Run Away
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Bully (Beautifly ♂) - Lv. 7~20 - Serious | Swarm
 

Spectacles

Rule Maker
Team Alpha
Pokédex No.
139
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Messages
888
Location
Pennsylvania
Nature
Jolly
Pronouns
she/her
Pokémon Type
  1. Fairy
Pokédex Entry
It hides deep inside caves where no light ever reaches it and remains virtually motionless there. ~Pokemon Crystal, entry #52
With eyesight lost on the horizon, as far as she could stare at the ocean, she couldn’t react properly to that fact. It was murder. And I did it.
Oooooh shit!! That's a twist and a half. I would say I hope he rests in peace buuuut....
“Fine. I get it. But I’ll be here if you change your mind.”
Aw poor Brendan is trying so hard to be there for Himiko. Too bad she's under so much stress.
 

Leon Yorunaki

I'll Spirit Shackle you!
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Team Omega
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Life is a mess, being boss isn't as good as it looks from outside, but I'm here with a rough 12-hour delay. Like, who is counting anyways?
@Spectacles : That is for sure a wild ride, and Himiko isn't prepared for that. You're looking at Brendan from the sunny side and it's a relief because I've met someone who wanted to punch him in the face after that scene...¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“People are trying to work here!”

Himiko looked first at Brendan, then around, trying to locate the source of that voice, a task made impossible due to the dim lights and the reverberation making any sound seem like it came from all sides at the same time.

"Who is there?” she reacted quickly, reaching for Fuu’s pokéball. It was the strongest of her pokémon, and the one she could resort to in those moments of apparent danger.

“Dai, Flash.”

The metallic clanks that came immediately after were enough for the girl to release the Ralts in the startle. He didn’t need to get used to the sudden bluish lights coming from above as darkness had faded before it went out. Both Himiko and Brendan were covering their eyes, trying to protect themselves from the unexpected brightness, and it surprisingly didn’t strike them as odd when that weird clawed flying saucer kept floating above them acting as the light source.

It did because its owner was standing on top of the creature — if that thing could ever be called one. Someone, at least in Himiko’s opinion, too young to be in a formal suit, with his pale blue hair in a tuft — probably blonde, but tinted by the strange lights — quite not fitting to the scene.

Rather, nothing did fit.

“Sorry, sir. We didn’t mean to trouble you, but this girl here just can’t shut it up.”

“Yeah, you talk like it’s only my fault. Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?”

Stop it, Himiko!” Fuu whispered into her mind, trying to control the trainer. “What are we doing in a place like this?

Doing a favor for Mr. Stone”, she answered by mentalizing, just in time not to be interrupted by the other guy.

“If you have nothing important to do here, you better leave. Or at least stay shut because I need some silence here!”

“Yes, sir. We’re leaving.”

“Fine then, I’m out.”

Himiko had just turned back to follow Brendan outside but was stopped before taking the first step.

Let him go.

The girl shivered. It was definitely Fuu’s voice again, but something at it didn’t quite sound like her Ralts.

“Let’s go, Himiko!” Brendan whispered, and Himiko could grasp the ‘or I’ll give you what for’ he implied with his tone.

Maybe it’s better to come back later, she thought before hearing it again.

You should stay.

She was about to consider that last suggestion, looking at Fuu for visual confirmation. That didn’t happen; quite the opposite instead.

Let’s get out of here!

Now Himiko was sure something was wrong. The hardest part was to figure out who was going crazy; if Fuu or herself.

He should be the guy you’re looking for.

Why didn’t we leave yet?

She looked outside. Brendan was gesturing for her to follow him. But, between the two versions of the same voice now fighting inside her head, the girl couldn’t properly act.

Forget him, don't you want to be alone?

Wake up! He’s toying with us!

The last voice came in a deeper pitch than the others, breaking Himiko’s trance. Despite that, nothing had changed: Brendan was about to leave the cave, the suited guy was still on top of that weird creature, and Fuu was still near the girl.

Except Fuu wasn’t a Ralts anymore.

He was taller and slender compared to his previous stubby body, but that was far from his most striking feature. His skin had taken a deeper shade of gray, and Himiko wasn’t sure if those arms ended in hands or claws. Instead of a red, pointy hump in the middle of his head, he had now two blunted growths pointing upwards, one at each side; probably because a proper horn-like green stub started to grow in the place of the previous one.

Before she could get used to his evolution, however, a joyful laugh filled the already dense air around them.

“You both are surely something,” the guy said in a quiet voice, to make sure no one else would hear the echoes. “It’s the first time someone catches Dai in the act.”

“Who are you and what do you want from me?”

“Steven Harria, archeologist. I suppose you’re the girl bringing the Devon tools I ordered.”

Himiko didn’t answer. She couldn’t, actually; too busy worrying about protecting her eyes from that pokémon’s glow as it came closer, bringing Steven to her level.

“I don’t trust you. Not after that.”

“I could have attacked you and your friend in the dark instead. You wouldn’t even notice it until it was too late.”

He has a point, she thought.

“Call Mr. Stone if you want.”

“You bet I will.”

It was as quick as hitting the redial button since he picked up the call as soon as it rang once.

“Rochard speaking… Hi, Himiko. Guess you should be in Dewford already.”

“I am. You told me to call when I met Steven.”

“Of course. May I talk to him?”

She handed the phone to the guy as he went a few steps further into the cave for some privacy. The girl tried eavesdropping on him, but Steven listened much more than talked; the best she could get other than those monosyllabic interjections was a "hope it works for you".

At least she was quick to underplay her intentions when he turned back.

“He wants to talk with you again.”

The girl nodded, picking it back for a not-so-warm reception from the guy.

“You don’t need to worry, Himiko. Steven is trustworthy.”

“I personally doubt it, but I’ll take your word here.”

“I know him enough to guess what happened. He probably has more reasons to suspect you than the opposite if you think about it.”

“I see… well, putting it like that you’re not wrong…”

“Just wanted to say thank you again for the favor. I’ll make sure yesterday’s thing stays contained, but if it goes for the worse I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks for that.”

“And if you need any other advice, don’t hesitate to call me. Take care!”

“You too.”

Turning the damned thing off, Himiko reached for the package in her bag, handing it to Steven. After all that happened earlier, she was troubled enough not to wish she could leave the cave as soon as humanly possible.

Rather, she wished that awful day would end already.





"So, this is the friend you needed to talk with?” Brendan was, for whichever obnoxious reason, waiting for the girl just outside the place. “The former Hoenn Champion?”

Himiko didn’t answer, in hopes he would just give up. He didn’t.

“I mean, you are Norman’s kid, but I never expected you to have such contacts… You’re surely a mystery box of sorts…”

“Can you please shut it up?” Himiko decided to try another approach by using a calmer voice, a bit too tired to throw another tantrum at her friend.

“You don’t need to be so harsh to me, you know? I just want to understand what’s going on with you…”

“I’m not in the mood for that, ok?”

“I know you’re not well. I’m just trying to get you to talk it out, right? Let me try to help you!”

“You can help by leaving me alone for a while. Is it too much to ask?”

“I don’t know what’s bothering you so much, but closing yourself in a shell won’t help. You need to relax, distract yourself from your problems…”

She finally stopped and looked at his face again, realizing he was trying to help. No matter how wonky his approach was.

“If it can’t be helped… what’s your plan, anyway?”

“I don’t have one. When I’m home I vent it out in my punching bag, to be honest…”

“I hope you don’t expect me to punch you…”

“Of course not… I know, what about a friendly battle?” Brendan smiled at his own proposal. “Judging by our spar last week, it should help with these anger issues…”

“Fine, just so you can’t say I didn’t try…”

“Believe me, you’ll feel much better after this one…”

“Hope so.” She looked at her pokéballs, not wanting to use Fuu again; her Kirlia was probably tired after what just happened. It didn’t take long for her to consider the Skiploom as her next best option if Brendan happened to bring his Seedot again.

Which, luckily for her, he did.

“Alright, Sam! Training time!”

The acorn had definitely grown, being almost double his size from the previous battle, and probably more capable too. However, it was still the same lazy creature from before.

“He’s always like that, don’t worry. Make your move, Himiko!”

“This guy is tricky, Skiploom! Get him with your spores!”

Despite being her first battle together with the grassy creature, her trainer hoped she would understand which kind of spores would be the better option for that moment. Because, even taking her time to study both her pokémon and the opponent, she couldn't set a battle plan up just yet.

“I expected better from you. Twist!”

Himiko got herself surprised by her pokémon’s choice for the move. With her vague description, she expected a Stun Spore, or maybe one of the powder moves, but that Skiploom was well versed in the use of Cotton Spore, which was much better suited for the windy environment compared to her other options. Still, the Seedot was a few steps ahead, creating a small tornado with his fast movement, avoiding the sticky pellets but not completely neutering them, now scattered around the battlefield.

“He’s busy, Bounce!”

“You know what to do, Sam!”

“Abort and switch to a Poi…”

Himiko didn’t even finish the order, realizing Brendan had a better evasive plan compared to the previous fight, vanishing under the beach sand.

“Did you expect me to Harden again? Seriously?”

“I didn’t expect a Dig against a flier either! Skiploom, stay up and ready your spores!”

She didn’t have time for both, half-measuring her moves as the acorn jumped from the same hole he had made and propelled himself up much higher than Himiko could expect from such a small pokémon. High enough to hit his opponent with a Headbutt in the air — or at least graze her with it.

“That’s quite the jump, I’m impressed!”

“Bet you didn’t expect this.” Brendan smiled, seeing his plan towards Himiko was working; busy with the battle, no one could tell she was throwing a tantrum just a few minutes before.

“Bet you didn’t either,” Himiko replied, pointing at the terrible landing for the Seedot, straight into a gooey part of the battlefield, filled with the Cotton Spores from the Skiploom.

“You should be able to twist it out, Sam!”

“Follow with a Poison Powder!”

It should have been a better move from Himiko, as the Seedot had quite the trouble getting rid of the spores. Unluckily for her, a strong gust of wind blew all the powder away from the target and towards the sea, almost doing the same with the Skiploom herself.

“Change of plans, stay close to the ground!”

Headbutt as you can, Samuel!”

Cotton Spore him back!”

“Twist as you approach!”

Knowing him, Himiko was sure Brendan had a surprise plan yet to be revealed. After their first battle, the girl was sure he wanted to win that one for a change.

But so did she — and her plan was already in charge.

“Spore downwards, then charge a Bounce!”

“Defensive measures!”

The girl knew exactly what would happen. Bounce was a strong move, albeit slow, which would give the target enough time to dodge. In Seedot’s case, she expected him to answer with a Dig, giving him the upper hand with the unpredictability of his counter-attack.

A perfect setup for what she had planned.

Hay Fever into the hole!”

Brendan gulped, realizing he had just fallen into a trap.

Albeit weak, Hay Fever was a persistent move, much like the Cotton Spore the Skiploom was using earlier. Those kinds of spores were hardly used as a battle move, because of their tendency of spreading around; trainers getting hit by those spores during a match wasn’t an uncommon event.

Having the Skiploom release the pollen inside the hole opened by Samuel made it accurate enough to keep both Himiko and Brendan safe. And strong enough to startle the opponent way more than it should.

It didn't take long for a glowing, red-tinted Seedot to jump out of the hole, latching with his teeth on the first thing he could — which ended up being the Skiploom.

Brendan tried calling his pokémon back before it happened, but he was one second too late. A bursting sound could be heard, and he closed his eyes not to see the damage his pokémon had caused. He knew his pokémon and should have expected him to overreact to an effective hit like from a Hay Fever attack.

The next thing he knew, he had already been pushed down to the sand, with an angry Himiko on top of him. She was nothing like he had seen before, her pulled-up eyebrows and tightened lips making the girl almost unrecognizable. Her right fist was ready in a punch motion. Brendan closed his eyes again, letting a teardrop out when he realized how bad things turned out.

She never hit him, though, except for the darkened pokéball thrown at his chest.

And all he could do was watch the girl running towards Dewford as the sun started going down poetically.

Double evolution in the same battle. Unfortunately, things didn't go as nicely as one would think from that sentence alone.
This was the result of, as one could have guessed, the optional rival battle when you're leaving Rustboro. Conveniently delayed because of plot reasons.
Brendan's team wasn't that bad at first. He leads with Slugma, of which Fuu does short work with a Confusion crit + confused + self-hit, getting enough experience points for next level.
Then comes Lotad, and I believe it's the best chance for getting Wendy leveled up for evolution as she was still a Hoppip. I even got her the the TM for the first gym (Hay Fever, which is basically bug-type Swift, using Sweet Scent's slot), and that meant I got enough exp for evolving.
Finally... Seedot. I have the level advantage, figure out Hay Fever should 2HKO (because obviously Hoppip outspeeds), and even with residual from Lotad I can't be OHKO'd back. Unless it crits, which is exactly what happened.
I got so mad I actually turned the game off after battle (while Fuu was evolving). I didn't care to check if Wendy would be revived after evolution - it didn't matter anyway). Which also meant I had to redo that battle later on, which went without casualties even if I lost a couple levels of grinding to that anger moment. My saved file still has Wendy as a Hoppip at Lv.15 because of that. Doesn't matter, in my heart she evolved and that's what matters.
Ah, Granite Cave also marks the spot for my first failed catch, an Abra I had featured in the previous version of this run. It was extraneous to the plot and got removed, but still a mistake I care to mention.
Current Members:

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Fuu (Kirlia ♂) - Lv. 18 - Bold | Synchronize
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Monk (Bellsprout ♂) - Lv. 19 - Bold | Chlorophyll
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Nuri (Swellow ♂) - Lv. 22 - Mild | Gut
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Helio (Igglybuff ♂) - Lv. 17 - Bashful | Cute Charm

Deceased
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Stardust (Zigzagoon ♀) - Lv. 4~6 - Bold | Pickup
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Basker (Poochyena ♀) - Lv. 4~12 - Bold | Run Away
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Bully (Beautifly ♂) - Lv. 7~20 - Serious | Swarm
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Wendy (Skiploom ♀) - Lv. 9~18 - Lax | Chlorophyll
 

Vivace

Designated Meganium Defender
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Team Delta
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  1. Dragon
  2. Fighting
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The Lad Pokemon, Vivace's main powers are photoshop and chatting shit. Manages the unofficial nuzlocke football team.
Here we here we here we go 👀 👀 👀

Your article, even though it’s from a sensationalist news source, is very well written! It does read as if it’s professionally written, if a little too interested in putting the shocking information front and centre. It’s also a good choice of yours not to go full tabloid with gory details, because it’s distressing enough for Himiko and we as the readers can fill that in ourselves!

Himiko :(

It was also the perfect opportunity to add an extra layer of worry over the emotional weight she was already carrying. All the info shown in the newspaper was intentionally vague, which included the investigations. And she had to give her full name at the Rustboro port to buy her ticket.

Could the police already know it was me? What if they’re using this stop to arrest me?

There was only one logical option, and it was to lock herself inside the bathroom. It shouldn’t be a long stop, after all.
This is such an excellent paranoia segment, too. I’m of the mind that nothing actually happened while she was hiding!

And the same goes for the rest of chapter 12! I really feel her raw emotions from how she interacts with the people she knows :ohdear:

Not that Brendan’s helping, much! He’s unbelievably dense in the way he handles this; no wonder Himiko wanted to punt him into orbit by the end there. He’ll have to make it up to her in future!

That Fuu evolution scene!!!! I had no idea what was going on on first read-through, but rereading it after the reveal was such a treat! It’s a creative way to evolve a Ralts, too. Props!

That battle… goddamn it! I was rooting so hard for Himiko & Brendan to patch things up!! Noooooooooooooooo!

I got so mad I actually turned the game off after battle (while Fuu was evolving). I didn't care to check if Wendy would be revived after evolution - it didn't matter anyway). Which also meant I had to redo that battle later on, which went without casualties even if I lost a couple levels of grinding to that anger moment. My saved file still has Wendy as a Hoppip at Lv.15 because of that. Doesn't matter, in my heart she evolved and that's what matters.
;_;
I know the feeling. I turned my R.O.W.E. game off after losing someone, too. Not saying who, though!
 

Spectacles

Rule Maker
Team Alpha
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888
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Pennsylvania
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  1. Fairy
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It hides deep inside caves where no light ever reaches it and remains virtually motionless there. ~Pokemon Crystal, entry #52
I know, what about a friendly battle?” Brendan smiled at his own proposal. “Judging by our spar last week, it should help with these anger issues…”
UM WELP that didn't work out as planned, did it Brendan?! I totally get shutting the game off after a hard death like that. I've done that before too. Poor Wendy. I wonder how Himiko is going to react to this...
 

Leon Yorunaki

I'll Spirit Shackle you!
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Team Omega
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Back in default schedule (or kinda), here am I with another chapter.
@Vivace : I'll be fair and say I'm proud of chapter 12, but not so much of 13. Thanks you for the kind words. You're right about the paranoia segment, there was probably nothing important happening at that stop (but how to convince Himiko of that?).
Still, despite chapter 13's shortcomings, good to know the evolution scene worked out. About Himiko and Brendan patching things up, not all hope is lost, but that detail surely does make it harder...
@Spectacles : I'm definitely not the first trainer to shut off a game after a death, and I won't be the last either... I know Brendan tried his best, and now he'll deal with her worst. About her reaction, expect some terrible actions below...

CW: // Blood/Gore. (content itself will be inside inline spoilers inside text. A brief summary will be inside a spoiler tag after that part)

A constant flow of tears came from Himiko’s eyes, but they weren’t due to Skiploom's death. If anything, she was crying because she didn’t care about her. At least it was what she thought at the first moment, but the realization came from the fact she did nurture each one of them. Just not enough.

She wouldn’t dare think about those who perished. Not after the Zigzagoon, at least. She had no time, no opportunity to do so. That was just a newcomer, a baby. Yet the only one she really felt bad about.

Not saying she didn’t miss her Poochyena either. Rather, she couldn’t remember enough about her death to feel the pain of losing her. It happened in a fuzzy moment, with her own mind forcing her to forget the mistakes she had done, and it was probably what numbed the girl about that loss.

She’d expect losing her Beautifly in a battle would hurt her more. She had sent him to his demise. An oversight, when fighting a more powerful opponent, was the sole reason for his end. She had no time to feel any sort of guilt because her own life was at risk that day. Yesterday. Yet it feels like weeks ago.

It was probably that constant tension numbing her for the losses. Himiko kept repeating it to herself, as it helped her cope with those failures.

Why am I not feeling bad about it?

Watching the greenish fluids flowing from Skiploom’s body hit her in a completely different way. She didn’t mourn it. She didn’t even feel bad about that accident.

Because, this time, she had someone to blame for.

Brendan.

It was only his fault. She didn’t need to feel guilty about it, not when it was his Seedot who went out of control and killed her in his outbreak. It had nothing to do with the direct hit he took from an attack that should never be used at point-blank range as she did. It was him — and only him — to blame for being unprepared.

Why am I crying then?

“May I help you?”

Joy’s voice — that silly voice — brought her back to reality for a little while.

“Sorry… I’ll need a bed for the night.”

“I can get you a place in the common room. I’ll just need your ID for a while.”

Himiko couldn’t pay enough attention to it. Her mind was too busy trying to understand her feelings and how they were contradicting themselves. She didn’t remember giving her pokéballs to the nurse, or anything that happened after she went to her bed, kind of too early for calling it a day.

How much do I still care about them? Do I care about them?

Lost in her selfish thoughts, she slumbered. Which, considering Brendan would eventually stay on the bunk bed just above her, was probably for the best.





It was all bright when she opened her eyes after a blinding light had gone straight into them. The misshapen smears weren’t bothering the girl, however; despite everything around her being blurry after the gleam faded, she knew exactly where to go, unfazed by the indistinct surroundings.

Turning away from the darker zone, she started moving upwards, through a set of stairs she knew would be there, even without recognizing where she was; memories as shady as her vision. But she knew to go forward; not taking the right path as she was expected to, but pushing ahead towards a corridor, drawn into by a dark blue shade at the end of it…

She was pretty sure she had been there before, but couldn’t figure out anything of importance about it.

It became easier to discern a few more details as she got closer to it. That blue shade was nothing but a window, a gateway opening to the night beyond. Unlike the corridor she came from, it wasn’t illuminated, making everything look fuzzier than it already was as she went through the opened doors…

Or maybe it was because she didn’t want to see as she heard the painful wailing.

The bigger shadow had, apparently, just slapped the other one. Despite both of them being close to that window, no light would be enough to help her discern them.

“Stop it!”

The attacker turned to the trainer as she moved towards the other figure. She would never reach the assaulted one, being grabbed by the arm and tossed aside, eventually losing her balance and falling.

Straight through the window.

It was kind of ironic, meeting her downfall by the very thing that called her to that place.

She closed her eyes, bracing for the impact as the green colors of the grass came near…

Yet it never happened.

Instead, she kept moving past it, now surrounded by blue; tension pulling her slightly back as she went faster and faster. At that rate, it was a matter of seconds until reaching the surface…

And she could see clearly when she did. Waters illuminated by a clear night sky. Rough and empty waters surrounded her…

But there was someone around, a man waiting, sitting on a surfing board, still unaware of her presence.

She could already taste the smell of blood, relishing it. Instincts were calling for her to attack, despite not wanting to do so…

He looked in her direction, finally taking a grasp of her presence. Reaching for his bathing suit, about to grab something… She had no choice but to charge him.

Moving graciously fast through the waters, she blitzed through before he could react, the first impact knocking him out of the board. A second and a third blow came after that, burying her jaws into the flesh, feeling his ribs breaking against her sharp teeth, hot blood pumping inside her mouth…

After a single roar of pain, he went silent and reactionless. Waters tinted red as she devoured all of his remains.

And red faded to black before she could finish.


Himiko sees herself as a Sharpedo and attacks a surfer until he dies




Himiko couldn’t figure out if it was a bad dream or if she even slept at all, considering how weary she was in the morning.

Not that she needed that much to go out of her mind again, locating Brendan’s belongings near her feet the moment she got out of bed. All the anger she had built the day before came back, looking even more dangerous when stacked on top of that sleep deprivation. At the very least, her quick trip to the bathroom was enough to understand the latter half of that weird dream to spice up her mood. The other half of that was meant to be forgotten and, with good reason, she tried to dismiss everything.

Being that early in the morning meant everything could blow up at any moment. And bumping with Brendan at the breakfast table, as expected, brought all of that rage outside.

“Morning, Himiko!” His smile was proof he would be caught off-guard.

“Hi.”

“Seriously?” His voice deflated quickly at the harsh tone of the monossylabic response. “Why so bitter this early?”

“Whatever.” Despite everything, she didn’t want to start another argument with him; the reason for her to grab a small pile of toast and walk outside the center instead of sitting down with him. If anything, she didn’t want a fight.

Then again, it was Brendan who she was dreading talking with, and his reaction was exactly what one would expect from him.

“You’re looking terrible.” He sneaked close to the girl as she was staring at the sea, trying to find some time alone.

“What the hell do you want?” Her shout would scare anyone nearby, but luckily for both of them, there was no one close enough to care about. “Finish fucking with my life?”

“I come here with my best intentions and that’s how you reply?”

“Fuck off! I don’t want to hear anything from a spoiled kid like…”

Woosh!

Himiko flinched at the impact, her eyes filled with anger. It didn’t hurt, since Brendan didn’t want and morally couldn’t hit her with anything resembling strength, but it definitely hurt. And it was just the beginning.

“Can you just stop for a moment and realize the world doesn’t revolve around you?” It was the first time Brendan ever raised his voice to her, and it would be scary if she wasn’t lost at it already. “It’s commendable to try and do everything yourself, but there are times you just can’t, and that’s okay! You have friends to help, you have a team of pokémon to help, why don’t you let them?”

Himiko couldn’t answer. She could barely look at him, feeling those words burning through her like pointy knives.

“I’m sure your team already realized that, and it hurts them too not being able to help. Your Skiploom may have died in an accident, but she was happy in her last moments… because you were caring about her during the battle. It’s a shame the others can’t say the same.”

It was at that moment Himiko broke, throwing herself to her knees, not caring about wiping her tears anymore.

“You know I should call dad and ask for him to revoke your license, but I won’t do that.” He stopped to clear his throat for a bit. “I seriously believe you can learn a thing or two from this, and I won’t deny you the chance to put this into practice.” Brendan stretched his arm to Himiko, trying to bring her back to her feet. She didn’t take it. “Open up with your friends, you can be sure they will be there to help you, to care about you! I feel you didn’t have it properly at home, but it doesn’t mean you can’t be loved!”

“Just…” she sobbed. “Can you leave me alone for a bit?”

“I will. But you need to promise me you’ll do better from now on.” He smiled, expecting the girl to at least glance at him; she didn’t. “And don’t forget you have a friend in me if you want to unburden yourself, okay?”

And, taking her silence as a positive sign, he backed up slowly, making sure she would be alright. It did hurt him to see — and to put — her down like that, but he believed it was for her best.





It took Himiko more than an hour to recompose herself, in a spirit bare enough to bring herself back to the pokémon center. A few stragglers were still having their breakfast, but the girl ignored them as she went straight to the nursery counter, asking for her pokéballs back. Those few toast pieces she had weren’t enough to call a meal, but her stomach wouldn’t take anything with her in that state, still trying to mend her insides back into place.

And it was something she wouldn’t be able to do alone, even though she didn’t want that kind of aid. But, as shown at the beach, she needed help, and no matter how painful it looked, she couldn’t wish for anyone better at that moment.

“You do know Brendan has a point, right?”

She gulped hard, looking at her pokémon in that empty corner of the Center.

“I’ve got over this part already, Fuu.”

“Doesn’t seem so. Ever thought about how much we worry about you?”

Sighing, she realized she wasn’t ready for another round of emotional beating. Her Kirlia just sighed back, however.

“You only call for me when you need help, and I have no right to complain. But it doesn’t mean I’m not here for you otherwise.”

“Well, you’re a pokémon, and…”

“And a creature who senses all feelings from his trainer and grows strong from these. But even if I didn’t, I would still worry about you as much as the others.”

He didn’t bother hiding his sorrow. Not like he expected much from the trainer, knowing the girl better than herself, but that was a bit lower than he thought she could go.

“Even though I know the answer, let me ask you a thing.” Fuu knew the following punch would deliver, and didn’t intend to pull it. “When was the last time you talked with Monk?”

“Who?”

“The Bellsprout! You didn’t even ask for his name?”

“But how could I?”

“Did you ever think you could have asked through me?” He stared at the girl, although in a caring way. “I would be happy to help you if you ever let me.”

She just looked down, trying to escape from his eyes. I’m clearly stupid…

“No, you aren't. Look at me.” Himiko shivered at Fuu’s words, not because of what they were, but because it made her remember he could see her thoughts deeper than she was comfortable with. “You’re a good person, I truly believe you care about each one of us… but even I have trouble seeing it, and that should tell you enough.”

“Even I doubt myself sometimes…” She would be crying at that moment, if not running dry for tears, numbed by how long her pain went. “I mean, what do you expect me to do?”

“Why don’t you talk with them?”

“What about?”

“They took Bully’s death surprisingly well… except for the fact it was Nuri giving them the news and not you.” Fuu went slowly, trying not to sound like scolding the girl.

“I don’t want to go over this. Not again.”

“I know it must be hard, but it’s your job as a trainer. How do you expect them to trust you otherwise?”

It was then, and only then, it hit home for the girl. How she had been reckless, taking measures without thinking properly; acting first and crying later as things inevitably went wrong. Because, if the worst of her nightmares had happened, she would want to be the first to know.

If Himiko had someone she could trust, she wouldn’t need to go through all of this.

How can I be mad at him if I’m acting the same?

“Please, help me,” she sobbed. “I need to be better than this.”

Fuu silently hugged the trainer from her side, aware of how hard of a task it would be. How her natural yet underdeveloped battle skills were the single thread barely holding that team together. How those pokémon wouldn’t take Wendy’s death lightly. How no one of them felt safe near the girl — himself included.

Things she didn’t need to know just yet.

I don't know how silly that one part is because I don't have place of speech, but I couldn't resist
If anything, this chapter brought a good(?) thing to the table, and it is the last set up for pokémon speech. Something I was really reluctant to add, but I realized I wasn't giving them enough screentime otherwise, and I felt it should work in context. At least for Himiko I guess this is a believable change, but let's see if she can handle it first...
Also, zero grinding this chapter. Take that as you will (but hooray for no more inline spoilers on top of pokémon names!)
Current Members:

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Fuu (Kirlia ♂) - Lv. 18 - Bold | Synchronize
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Monk (Bellsprout ♂) - Lv. 19 - Bold | Chlorophyll
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Nuri (Swellow ♂) - Lv. 22 - Mild | Gut
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Helio (Igglybuff ♂) - Lv. 17 - Bashful | Cute Charm

Deceased
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Stardust (Zigzagoon ♀) - Lv. 4~6 - Bold | Pickup
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Basker (Poochyena ♀) - Lv. 4~12 - Bold | Run Away
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Bully (Beautifly ♂) - Lv. 7~20 - Serious | Swarm
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Wendy (Skiploom ♀) - Lv. 9~18 - Lax | Chlorophyll
 

MegaInfernape

Wisher for the Return of Megas
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Team Delta
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5257
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20
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Hasty
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  1. Electric
  2. Fire
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Has a very erractic mind. It is not uncommon for it to be seen moving from one activity or project to another.
Hello, it is I. didn't comment on last chapter when I caught up but doing it now.
Not sure how I feel about Brendan being like "now I know your Pokemon died in what was supposed to be a friendly battle against me, but it's okay because Skiploom died happy" like sir? my guy? Skiploon is still fucking dead. Even though Himiko is still kinda at fault if that line about using Hay Fever at close range is any indication she also kinda does have a justifiable reason not to wanna talk to him and he still slides over there.
Also "why so bitter this early?" Brendan buddy. She's bitter cause her mon just died.
I will give him that he is right about Himiko having a team to help her with this shit though.
 

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