Elijah had been to Lumiose City before, but this was his first time being there without his family. He still knew the city pretty well; where the stores were, which allies to avoid, and where to eat. His father warned him once long ago to never dine at one restaurant in particular; the Le Yeah. Though he never explained why.
Elijah supposed he didn't have to know why, because his father always had his reasons. Even if that reason was simply that he didn't like the food, Elijah would take heed of his father's warning.Â
But then again... It peaked Elijah's curiosity. Maybe he did need to know why. Besides, he was an adult now, and it was time that he understood.
Elijah was sitting now on a bench in Autumnal Avenue thinking about ways to possibly find out just what exactly caused his father to warn him of the restaurant, when the only diveball in his coat pocket began to tremble. Taking a second to decide if letting out the Pokémon in this city was a good idea, Elijah thought that keeping the Pokémon inside its ball was rather cruel. When he took out the diveball, he lightly tossed it in front of him, from which a rather angry looking Milotic emerged.
"What's wrong, River? Yes, this is the city I sto- er, won you from. But be good, okay? We'll visit the nice people who gave you to me later." Seeing the Milotic wasn't satisfied with that answer, the young man patted his lap. "Come here. We'll see them soon, don't worry. We won't leave this city until we do." The still slightly annoyed Milotic plopped his head down on Elijah's lap, and Elijah smiled and started to pet him. "It's okay. Be patient."
While River was pouting, he saw something, someone, out of the corner of his eye. He looked like a chef. Such despicable people, chefs. They kill with no respect for their meal. With a small mischievous smile, the Milotic, still resting his head upon Elijah's lap, blew out ice underneath the man's feet, causing the man to slip.
