The Rocket tower prison was unpleasantly damp and chilly--Barry found himself fidgeting restlessly against the uncomfortable stones as day turned to night. How long were he and Leaf going to be penned up here, waiting like animals before a slaughter? Was this the end of their journey together?
Barry looked down at his legs in the darkness and grimaced. He hoped not--it seemed like he had just gotten used to his sonic speed, after all!
The blond’s mood lightened as he picked up Leaf’s shallow breathing from across the cell. At least they were still near each other, even for this fleeting moment of rare calm. Barry’s heart ached--he didn’t need psychic powers to tell that Leaf was probably struggling with similar melancholy thoughts.
“Hey,” he spoke, the timbre of his voice shattering the heavy silence and startling them both. “...you’re not scared, are you Leafy? Hmm?”
With the Sinnohan’s teasing jab, the suffocating atmosphere was lifted. “Yeah right, Hastypants...I can hear your heart beating out of your chest from here,” came the scoffing reply, and Barry could hear the smile in Leaf’s voice. “You can’t hide stuff from me, remember?”
There was a momentary silence, and then the room was filled with a great rattle of restraints and chains as the pair struggled to find each other in the dark. Reaching out with a hand, Barry caught a few strands of Leaf’s hair, just as the brunette’s fingers grazed his chest. Her hand froze there, and the blond grabbed her wrist, a feeling of immense relief taking hold of him.
“You know...if it weren’t for the restraints and the whole dungeon thing, this might actually be kind of nice,” Barry murmured lightly, getting a giggle out of Leaf. He wanted to hug her so badly then, but the two shackled superpowerful prisoners had to settle for holding tightly onto each other’s hands instead.
Neither of them would admit it, but sitting there in the darkness was kind of nice--they weren’t getting chased around or hunted anymore. They were already in the belly of the beast.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
But both of them knew that this was only a temporary respite from the chaotic world outside. And as long as their hearts still beat, they would fight with all that they had against the evil Rocket.
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Of all of the regions he had managed to visit since leaving Unova, Kanto was likely his favorite. Though it had its far share of larger cities, they didn’t hold a candle to the more crowded and over-the-top ones that were dotted across Unova. He preferred to stick to the smaller towns where the atmosphere was far more peaceful, even if the cities here were far more tolerable compared to the ones he had grown used to. His search for N, of course, had yielded nothing new and he more or less expected all of the dead-ends and circles he ended up getting trapped in at this point. Truth be told, he wasn’t truly searching for the other anymore - he was just looking for an excuse to avoid Unova for as long as humanly possible. If he never returned, well, that would have been just fine with him. But he had to, at least, pretend he was doing something with his life to grasp at the ever fleeting sense of purpose that he just barely had and refused to lose. He should probably start looking into a new hobby or something, but the money he had made during his childhood fame and when he had been Champion were more than enough to keep him comfortable for life and he’s never been a terribly enthusiastic or motivated person to begin with,
Tucking his hands behind his head, he made his way through the thicks forests that surrounded Viridian City. Ordinarily he would have avoided areas where wild Pokemon were common, but the creatures hidden away here were rather weak and low leveled and with Ari walking beside him, they had no interest in bothering him. He could hear and see them from time to time, but they never came close enough to trigger his fear, and their size kept it mostly in check. The trainers gathered about, thankfully, also left him alone. He’d really intended to walk about the forest for a short period of time, but it was easy to get swept up in the beauty of it, and he found himself still wandering through its maze-like paths as the sun began to set, and the trainers he had avoided until now began to make their way from the tall grass and unruly vines. He should probably head back to the Pokemon Center, as well, it would get crowded if he waited too long and he might miss out on the chance to get a room for the night.
Turning on his heels to follow Ari back towards the city, a small, pathetic cry stopped him in his tracks. Ari’s ears twitched forward at the sound, her nose dipping slightly to sniff at the air before she slowly made her way over to the edge of a nearby thicket. Touya was more hesitant to move towards the sound than the feline was, but he, begrudgingly, dragged himself along behind her. Whatever it is, it better not be big, was the thought that crossed his mind as he knelt down in the damp grass beside the Liepard. Squinting against the glare of the setting sun he could spot a brown wing hidden amongst fallen leaves and tangled branches. On little more than instinct, his heart sped up and he could feel a lump begin to form in his throat as his mouth dried out. It was small, but that didn’t matter much when it was flailing about and chirping loudly; its wing bent in a strange manner and it was clearly in pain.
“Ari, come on, let’s go,” he pleaded with the feline, but she only mewed softly at the wounded, frightened bird Pokemon. A nervous frown creased his features. Of course it was cruel to leave it be, something bigger would likely come along and finish the poor thing off, but he didn’t exactly want to get closer to it either. Heaving around the pit in his stomach and the uneven thump of his heart, he leaned back slightly in an attempt to gather himself. It was small; it was likely young, and it simply had no possible way of overpowering Ari if it became violent. But no matter how many times he repeated those ideas in his own head they did little to appease the lingering fear that threatened to creep up. But if he left it here, would it even live until morning - for someone else to stumble upon it? Lifting hands, he combed them through his hair in frustration.
An act that was cut short by Ari’s attention suddenly lifting away from the struggling bird. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he braved a glance in the direction the feline was staring, and relief was quick to settle in his chest - the figure, though obscured by the shadows cast by the setting sun, was clearly human in shape. Good, he could pass off the burden of saving the wounded Pokemon onto someone else now. Clear this throat, he didn’t bother to pluck himself up off of his knees to greet the other, but did shift closer to the center of the road to block their path a bit. “Hey, do you have a minute? There’s a Pokemon stuck in that bush, could you help me get it...out?” Hopefully that didn’t come off too strange. He’d look a bit less pathetic if he just pretended the poor thing was stuck than if he admitted to the fact that he was afraid to touch it.
She blinked in alarm, watching the stream of trainers suddenly flood into the PokeMart. Her hand had froze midway to reaching for a Full Restore on the shelf as she observed the commotion. Peering out the window, the reason soon became clear.
Rain was falling heavily, splattering the glass with droplets, soaking trainers to the bone. The tropical sun of Hoenn had vanished behind hues of gray. It did not appear to be letting up any time soon. Perhaps it was lucky that this particular mart was spacious.
Puddles steadily became a hazard as she made her way towards the register, Full Restore (finally) in hand. On her way, a particular trainer caught her eye. Squatting in the corner, he was literally dripping from head to toe and looking a little worse for wear.
“Would you like to have a drink?” Leaf said as she pointed to a nearby vending machine. A soda would be nice after that sprint through the rain. After rummaging through his soggy backpack, Touya fished out his wallet and walked towards the machine.
“I’ll get myself a soda, and I take it you want a lemonde?” he said, judging by the way she eyed the row of lemonades behind the glass. “I’ll pay. Let me treat you as thanks for helping me dry off.”
After settling down again by the vents, Touya popped open his drink and took a refreshing sip of his soda. He looked out the window behind him and sure enough, the rain really didn’t look like it would be stopping any time soon. At least he was starting to dry up a bit.
“So, Leaf, are you from around here? This is actually my first time traveling to Hoenn, but I probably still should have known better than to go out training during the monsoon season...” Touya laughed a little at his own cluelessness and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much rain before, actually. I’m from Unova, so the weather there gets pretty gloomy sometimes, but... there’s never enough rain to flood the streets.”
Calem kind of shuffles awkwardly, mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like Cynthia into his shoes and then cites needing to do something and excuses himself quickly.
Amaranth grins wickedly, holding a tabloid as though it were a shopping list.
✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of
Battle training, as weird as it sounds. Calem loves the languorous feeling that follows a long training session, when he’s tired but immensely satisfied with the results of his work.
If Amaranth could turn herself into a plant, she probably would. She loves the feeling of getting down in the dirt, whether to plant seedlings, trim and care for her nascent plants, or pulling weeds out where they spring up.
✈: where my muse would go if they could move anywhere
I’m not sure Calem would. He likes what he’s got in Lumiose, and doesn’t really see the appeal of heading anywhere else. He’d probably visit Hoenn more often to hit up the Battle Frontier, but he wouldn’t want to move there. Too hot.
Amaranth . . . . would consider Floararoma Town or Verdanturf Town, just to get closer to nature. The rigid delineation between nature and man in Lumiose bugs her, but at this point it’s where her business is and moving farther south doesn’t seem like it would help much.
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A L O L A – My starting team from SuMo was…(Queen) Bey the Primarina, ZA WARUDO the Magnezone, Steps on You the Tsareena, Glass Cannon the Umbreon, Mudweiser the Mudsdale, and Barbara the Salazzle. We’ve been through a lot together! Barbara is a monster.]
C O M P Y – The Rotom Dex in the SuMo anime is my spirit…technology.
L E A F S T O N E – Grass is a difficult type for me, but I’d have to give this honor to Her Majesty Tsareena for the awesome design!
Gen - I kinda have mixed feelings about Alola (the variants were cool, the fact that every native Alolan pokemon was slow as balls was kind of a turn-off), so I’m going to go with gen 6. Mega-evolutions were cool, and getting to return to the glorious Hoenn region was worth the wait.
Alola - Now, I don’t remember if this was the exact team I ran for the majority of the game, but this is who got me through the Elite 4: Hassan the Toxapex, Herne the Decidueye, Nergal the Muk, Banner the Wishiwashi, Grendel the Salamence, and Moore the Salazzle. So I like poison-types. So sue me.
♆ The worst kind of neighbor they could have, and how they deal with them
“I think Ethan used to be my worst neighbor, back during the time I used to live with the three. Sometimes he’d want me to hang out when I didn’t care to, so I’d just... ignore him when he knocked on the door. Sometimes he didn’t get the hint, though; I started leaving signs taped to my window after that.”
