Rowlet had a lot to understand about her trainer.
It was somewhat shocking, to be perfectly honest. Red's Pokemon, in many ways, knew much about him, but there were also things that they didn't know. As each year's team was left to join the other veterans, stories were shared about the tales they had in every region. His Pokemon got to know more about him through everyone's individual experiences.
Rowlet was the newest member of her flock, but she had the distinct honor of meeting the seasoned warriors of Red's past early. The owl learned much from the varied personalities that were willing to offer them.
The adventures he had in the past regions left her, Rockruff, and Litten in wonder. The tales they told depicted the raven-haired man as a fine traveler that met so many different Pokemon and faced so many different trainers.
When Palpitoad, Leavanny, and Serperior told of their antics in Unova, of the battles they had against a criminal organization, she was glued to her seat to listen to it. When Pidgeot, Butterfree, and Venusaur chipped in about Red's younger years when he saved an entire ship from the clutches of Team Rocket, she took it all in like a Magikarp to water.
Feraligatr claimed that they saw a legendary Pokemon in Johto! Garchomp mentioned fighting the champion of Unova!
It was almost too crazy to believe that she was with a trainer like that. Blastoise called him a trouble magnet. He could attract the oddest of things.
She accepted that halfheartedly at first. After all, from the admiration they all had for their trainer, she assumed that they exaggerated their stories to make their trainer look better. When she said so when meeting Unfezant for the first time, the fellow bird trilled in amusement.
It will only be a matter of time.
Her words made Rowlet wary. What could possibly happen in Alola? Her trainer himself admitted that they were just there to do the trials and take a break from their efforts of conquering the Pokemon League. It was a year to unwind.
Then he battled Tapu Koko this year and all of her doubts were dashed away.
She really was with a trainer like that. How amazing.
She followed her seniors, Dewott and Boldore, through Melemele City. Alongside her, Litten and Rockruff followed them like two freshly hatched Duckletts. She supposed the awe never left them, even after hanging out with such strong Pokemon frequently. Rowlet knew that the three of them had a lot to live up to. They were among some impressive folks!
Boldore watched over them like a stoic protector. The rock-type diligently took care of his juniors while Red was away and the owl was grateful for the responsible Pokemon since Dewott was more chill and carefree with his guardianship.
Dewott paused and raised his hand to stop them. Rowlet tilted her head in confusion before noticing what was in front of them. His trainer stood side by side with that friendly woman, Cynthia, she recalled. Another thing she noticed about her worthwhile trainer was his close connection to her.
She once asked if the two were courting.
She received a great variety of answers from her flock.
Yes, Snorlax, Kingler, Tauros, and other like-minded individuals adamantly insisted.
No, were the words of comrades like Goodra, Hawlucha, and Noivern.
Maybe, from those like Buizel, Glalie, and Torkoal.
It was one of the few things that many in her flock seemed to be unsure about. From her observations, the two definitely had a special bond. What kind of bond was the question. Dewott sneakily ran towards them and the rest followed. She assumed they were currently in an odd courting ritual of sorts. They were dressed well. That usually meant they wanted to impress the other, right? Sometimes that wasn't the case. Humans could be weird sometimes.
"I heard that it takes months to make a reservation here," Rowlet heard Red comment as they neared the duo. The owl glanced and noticed a rather high-end restaurant nearby. Her trainer stared at Cynthia with curiosity. "How'd you make this happen?"
"It wasn't originally my first pick," the blonde admitted, "I called to see if it was even possible, but apparently the owner's a big fan of mine and offered to make some room for us. I accepted, of course."
"People from other regions are already recognizing you," Red noted with a teasing tone, "You're getting quite famous."
Cynthia rolled her eyes, "As if you have any right to talk, Prince of Celestic."
"Ouch. The Princess of Sinnoh has thorns." He opened the door for her and the two walked in. Rowlet thought that was it for them. She was content to give the two their privacy, but Dewott had other plans. Immense curiosity got the best of the water-type and he began sneaking into the establishment.
What?
Rowlet turned to Boldore for some help. The rock-type seemed to have had enough of the Unova starter's tomfoolery and held back Litten and Rockruff from joining in. Thank the Tapus for him. It didn't take long for Dewott to get caught.
He was kicked out nigh instantly.
Dewott didn't take it lying down and began finding another way to get inside the restaurant. She watched on in amusement. It was good that such situations occurred, she supposed. For all their might and battling prowess, for all their statuses as conquerors and heroes, the fact that her flock could let loose and enjoy themselves like this reassured her of Red's character.
He might be a traveler with grand tales of adventure, but he still enjoyed the smaller things in life. From the way her flock built him up, he felt larger than life, but it was nice to see him spend time as any normal teenager should.
And Dewott was kicked out of the restaurant again.
The owl sighed.
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As the day moved on, they would enter a familiar routine. They enjoyed a lot of what Alola had to offer. They watched a few more movies, enjoyed the exotic cuisine only found on these islands, and sat beside each other, wet and laughing, after experiencing the tropical beaches that made Alola so special. It was a wonderful memory that Cynthia would treasure for the rest of her days.
There was still more she wanted to experience with him, and as the sun began to set, the blonde smiled as she poked her rival in the cheeks. He turned his gaze away from the setting sun to look at her curiously. They were both still in their swimwear, covered by warm, dry towels.
"Ready to go?" Red's question prompted her to shake her head.
"There's one more thing I want to do today."
"You really did plan this out," he observed, "what else is there to do?"
"There's a festival going on in Hau'oli City tonight," Cynthia said, "I heard that it's an experience to remember."
Red's eyes widened in surprise before nodding with a small smile. She took his hand and got up. They grabbed their things and prepared for the trip. Their experience here was already doing them some good. It might have been because of the serene atmosphere that permeated the region's nightlife. Alola's culture was as fluid as the oceans around them. There was a certain harmony here that the other regions didn't have. Everything felt like it had a reason.
The constant push and pull of the waves brought new things to its shores, the diverse Ride Pokemon kept the people connected, and every single motion that trainers wrought in battle held purpose and focus. She learned a good thing or two from it. Her skills as a battler adapted and improved to the new challenges the region brought.
They blended old traditions into their everyday life. From someone that originated from Sinnoh, she loved it.
"Where did you hear about this?"
"Kukui mentioned it in passing."
Red laughed at that. "Of course he did."
When they reached the festival and noticed how the people danced to music uniquely their own, she could see where such motions inspired Alola's Z-moves. She planned to simply watch the people dance and maybe enjoy the food and fireworks. It felt like a fine way to end the day.
Red disagreed.
"May I have this dance?"
Her eyes widened when she noticed him offer his hand. She looked at it for a moment before smiling nervously. "I'm not that good at dancing."
"Neither am I," he gently took her hand and she willingly followed him into the dance floor. Her eyes focused solely on his as they were pulled close to each other, "but when has that ever stopped us?"
It never did.
They joined up with the other tourists and natives as they tried to match the beat of the music. They weren't that good. She lost count of the number of times they stepped on each other's feet. They laughed at their own mistakes. They didn't need to be perfect. This wasn't a battle where a single flaw could cost them a match. It was just two people having fun. It was a heady feeling. Despite the crowd, they were in their own world.
He spun her around, his grin growing when he caught her before she tumbled. She giggled when he almost tripped as he pulled her back and before she knew it, she had her arms around him. It was chaotic. It was unrefined. It wasn't majestic at all. She didn't care.
They were enjoying themselves and that was all that mattered.
"Thank you for today." Despite the noise of the crowd, she could hear his words clearly.
"You look like you needed it," Cynthia said. She gave him a pout when he laughed. "Don't deny that you were going to Alola just for the island challenges, Red. I know what goes on in that head of yours."
"Clearly," Red acquiesced, holding her gently as they began matching the change in music. She briefly noted the slower shift in tone. "Still, I do owe you for this. I'll find somewhere nice and we coul-"
"You don't owe me anything, Red." Her hands found their way to his neck. Her body shivered when she noticed his hands on her hips. "I did this because I wanted to. I'm not expecting anything back for it. I had fun too."
He nodded, "I'll still do it anyway." She was about to protest before she caught her breath when he pulled her closer. "Because I want to. I don't expect anything back either, Cynthia."
His lips were so invitingly close.
She tried to find something else to focus on.
Warm, amber eyes that she could drown in...
Strong, firm arms that hugged her close to his body...
...
That's not working!
The rushing of her blood drowned the noise. The temptation to wet her lips grew with each passing second. Would he notice it? Every second felt like minutes. The distance between them was almost zero. She could close the gap between them with but a nudge. He smelled of the ocean and electricity. Why did she find that so attractive?
FWOOOOOOOOOSH!
CRACKLE!
Before she did something that she would regret, Red separated from her at the sound of fireworks. The night sky was lit up with a variety of different colors. That observation was brief, however, for her thoughts were in complete disarray. She took a deep breath to calm her thundering heart.
She almost missed his words as her head was somewhere else completely. "Let's get a better view."
"Yeah, okay," she breathed. Her hands intertwined with his as he carefully navigated them out of the crowd and to a hill close by. It took a moment to regain her bearings but eventually found herself staring at the man as he watched in wonder at the beautiful lights that bathed them. He looked so handsome when he was in peace.
Definitely worth it.
She didn't notice that neither bothered to let go of the other's hand.
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"How about this one?"
"Stunning."
"And this one?"
"Beautiful."
Diantha pouted as she put the two dresses back on the rack. "You know, Red, saying everything is good doesn't help me choose what to buy."
"You'll get both regardless of what I say," Red chuckled as he took Diantha's bags. They walked through Hau'oli City Mall after working on a scene for her latest film. He was with her today under her invitation. While not actively participating in her latest movie, she always found his company worthwhile.
"You know me so well."
"The consequence of my journey with you during Kalos," Red said, "and your habit of taking me everywhere with you in Alola."
"Now now, I bring Cynthia with me too," Diantha rebutted, "The girl could use a good shopping trip from time to time. Visiting Alolan ruins and studying its history is hardly the most relaxing thing in the world."
"She enjoys it."
"I learned that the hard way," she replied dryly. She remembered the moments when the Kalos star spent time with the Sinnoh native. She was passionate about her interests. Very passionate. It was a side she hadn't seen before. "You two are quite alike when it comes down to it. Tirelessly doing what you love."
"You're just as diligent, Diantha," Red followed her as she began inspecting another article of clothing. "Your work ethic when it comes to your job is on par." When she opened her mouth to argue, he continued, "Don't try to deny it. I've worked with you long enough to know. Even Kathi Lee agrees with me."
The star laughed softly before finally nodding to herself. She took a white beret she spotted with her. "I guess all three of us are similar in that regard."
"I don't think it's a bad thing."
"It's not," Diantha agreed, "in moderation. That's why I drag you and her around with me." She showed him a pretty black sundress. "What do you think of this one?"
"It looks good."
Diantha took it and continued, "I would like to get to know more about you too. I know you have ambitions of becoming a champion. Where are you going next after Alola? I heard Galar's a challenging region to undertake."
"I've never been to Galar," Red's expression showed one of genuine interest at the thought, but he shook his head, "but I was thinking of taking a page out of Cynthia's book and redo a previous region I've been to."
Oh? Diantha turned to him. "Which one?"
"I've always wanted to challenge Alder in a real match," Red replied. "I've fought him once before. He's tough and hardy, but I guess traveling for so long could do that to a person."
"Unova," Diantha said, "I've been there. Nimbasa and Castelia City were absolutely stunning. You'd make a wonderful champion."
"You have a lot of confidence in my abilities."
"Of course I do." She put a shirt back on the rack. She sent a teasing smile his way. "You defeated me and only the best can beat me. If the people that can challenge me are of the highest caliber then my losses look spectacular rather than diminishing. Wouldn't you agree?"
"How sly of you."
"I don't hear a no."
Red chuckled, "Those are some high bars to meet nonetheless."
"You'll meet them," she said. After learning more about him over the months, she knew he would. He had always been a reliable sort. It was one of the things she admired the most about him. "Though don't think just because you've beaten me once that it will happen again."
"Good," he said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
They continued their small outing through Melemele City. She had to keep her wits about when around him. His competitive nature always lit a fire inside Diantha. Being by his side reminded her of why she wanted to be a champion. To be among the best in the world. Working on her career sometimes clouded her from that thought. Red made sure to take care of that every single time. It felt good.
If she wasn't careful, he'd sweep her off her feet. Not the most terrible fate in the world, but she figured Cynthia wouldn't be pleased.
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Mentorship. To guide and teach those inexperienced through the wisdom of those their elder.
Torracat and Midday Lycanroc were sent flying. Dartrix let out a startled hoot as she blocked an incoming Leaf Blade. It was for naught as the owl didn't expect a large grassy tail to the face. The three landed on the soft sand of the Melemele beaches. Sceptile stared at his juniors as the trio struggled to rise.
His trainer asked him to train these three, confident of the sage's ability to further improve their potential.
He accepted, of course.
Sceptile deftly moved away from Torracat's Fire Fang before grabbing the cat and slamming the fire-type at a charging Lycanroc. He looked up to see Dartrix prepare a Brave Bird. She dived down. The radiating power of her Brave Bird was impressive. Not quite the power of his companion, Staraptor, but with enough training, it could very well be.
He threw Lycanroc at her.
The owl tried to stop herself to no avail.
BOOM!
The two fell back to the earth. Torracat tried a Crunch on his foot. Sceptile intercepted it with Dragon Pulse.
How impatient.
The three took deep breaths as they slowly recuperated from the grass-type's calm offense. They had plenty of power, but not a lot of control. It was quite obvious to see after his brief spar with them. He understood why his trainer chose him out of all his Pokemon. Among Red's mighty roster, he had the patience and control needed to teach these three the lesson Red wanted to give.
They needed to work together. Some of the trials required teamwork. If power alone wasn't enough to take on a foe, they needed to use every other advantage given to them. It was a hard lesson that Sceptile had to understand from his times with Pikachu during his Hoenn journey.
He waited for them to recover. Lycanroc was the first up, unsurprisingly. The wolf was the most energetic of the bunch, a stark contrast to the laziness of Torracat. When the dog charged in with Accelerock, he clashed with a rain of Bullet Seeds. The collision created a blanket of sand. It blocked the sage's vision.
Sceptile closed his eyes as he expanded his other senses. The Hoenn starter heard the rushing of fire and jumped up as the footprints of Torracat reached him.
Better. Create disadvantages for the opponent. They were thinking.
Unfortunately for them, Sceptile's senses were sharpened to a higher level than they were expecting.
His smell was telling him of nearing foliage; the scent of familiar feathers from above.
SMACK!
He only had a moment to block a Brave Bird that swooped down the moment he jumped. They used his opportunity in the air for an aerial dive, knowing the grass-type's ability to dodge was limited. Not bad. Dartrix could be very silent when needed to be.
He was pushed back, his body flying and twisting midair. Sceptile took a moment to process his predicament before instinctively landing on the sand with little trouble. He opened his eyes to stare.
Dartrix stood atop Lycanroc. Torracat was licking his bruises from the endeavor. Sceptile's eyes narrowed when the owl was whispering to her two companions. It must have been her strategy. They were beginning to understand the purpose of his training.
Color him impressed.
Best not to let them think they were winning, however. Another lesson Red taught him was to never celebrate until victory was completely assured. He blasted forward, sand kicking up from his mad dash to the three. They immediately scattered. Sceptile swerved to Dartrix, much to the owl's horror.
The sky couldn't protect her from Bullet Seed and Dragon Pulse. Cat and dog tried to keep him occupied. They failed without their leader. A stray seed caught Dartrix's wing and sent her tumbling to the ground. Sceptile took the opportunity to release a Leaf Blade and with one swoop, a single slash took the three of them out.
He released a breath as he walked toward them. They were good. Sceptile was about to complement their efforts when he noticed Dartrix's body puff into smoke.
Substitute.
The sage widened his eyes before spinning behind him to see the owl's own Leaf Blade cut through. Sceptile took the hit and retaliated with his own. When the Alolan starter dropped down, he took a moment to touch the shallow slash on his chest.
It was a desperate last stand. Dartrix kept the move hidden from him for a moment like this. The Leaf Blade could use some work, however. It could be sharper, better, faster. He glanced back at his three beaten companions.
"What do you think of them?" Sceptile focused his attention on his returning trainer. Pikachu waved at him. The grass-type shrugged before nodding. "You're impressed? That's good." His trainer got to work treating the fallen before Sceptile clicked his tongue before pointing at Dartrix. Red observed the sleeping owl before looking back up at the Hoenn starter. "You want her under your wing?" He nodded. His trainer smiled. "She impressed you that much, huh? I don't mind. Please treat her well."
The three had a lot to do, but they had his approval.
With enough work, they would be ready for the rest of the island trials.
XXX
Their meeting with the second kahuna was a stark contrast to the first.
Hala was wise, collected, yet joyful with a grandiose presence. He truly looked and acted like what a kahuna should be in Cynthia's mind. He was a leader, a great one. His age commanded respect. His might demanded obedience. Wisdom and power went hand in hand for the older man. He was a kahuna that had experienced and lived through generations.
Olivia was very different.
"You have such beautiful Pokemon!" The girl could be seen interacting with their teams. She was young, surprisingly so. She didn't know that kahunas could look so youthful until she mentioned how recently she had been anointed. The difference shed light on the many personalities the leaders of each island could embody.
Hala was strong in mind and body. His skills were tempered throughout the years. Olivia was young and what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in talent. She had a gift, one that was uniquely suited for her role as a kahuna. Her ability to communicate and understand Pokemon was mesmerizing to watch.
"This Garchomp's a fierce one, huh?" Olivia smiled as she gently touched the head of her dragon. Garchomp did not seem to mind at all. Astonishing. Only her family and Red could touch her dragon this freely. "A happy yet powerful maiden. Her heart is full of love. She is well taken care of." The kahuna nodded to Cynthia. She nodded back.
"We've been through everything together," she huffed with pride.
"It's clear to see," Olivia praised before staring at Diantha's Gardevoir with great interest. Just as easily as she touched Garchomp, she took Gardevoir's hands with no issue. "And this one's bond is just as special."
The star's interest was piqued. "Do tell."
"A bond so strong that it transcends words." The kahuna explained much to Cynthia and Diantha's surprise. What did she mean by that? "She has put great trust in you and vice versa. It's a beautiful friendship bound by love and understanding."
Diantha and Gardevoir glanced at each other before grinning at the kahuna. Whatever was said between them was lost to the Sinnoh native. Apparently, they were astounded. "I didn't think anyone could pick that up so quickly." The actress hummed. "You truly are something."
Olivia laughed, "I have a lot to live up to, but I try!" She turned to Red's Pikachu and studied it with intrigue. "How about this little guy?" The kahuna knelt in front of the mouse with fascination. Her expression was hard to decipher as she glanced between trainer and Pokemon. "It's hard to spot, but those are some melancholic eyes." The kahuna hugged the mouse. "You two must have been through so much."
Hm?
She turned to Red. Diantha stared too. "What does she mean by that?"
"Must be the training we've been through," Red's words were light and pensive. "It can be rather strenuous."
A believable excuse, but something in Cynthia's heart told her that was a lie. She hummed in thought before returning her attention to Pikachu and Olivia.
The kahuna stopped hugging the mouse and a relieved smile graced her lips. "But I can see the two of you found happiness." Pikachu nodded. "I'm glad." She stood up and looked at the three of them cheerily. "Now, I'm still unused to the role so please bear with me. Having three people wanting to try the trial is something I haven't done before."
"Oh, that's fine," Diantha said, "We didn't mean to trouble you."
"It's no trouble at all," Olivia laughed, "Just unexpected, but that's part of the job. Got to roll with the punches."
The group continued to explore Akala Island. She halfheartedly paid attention to the kahuna as she walked closer to Red. Diantha spotted her and gave a wink as the star began distracting the kahuna with small talk. The blonde flushed at the action but continued. He didn't notice her as he followed the group in a contemplative mood. When the Sinnoh native joined his side, she nudged him softly. "Hey."
Red blinked before turning to her. He held a small smile. "Hey."
Cynthia decided that she disliked the faux normalcy in his tone. His expression looked so fake. Something was clearly bothering him. She moved closer and kept her words quiet. "What was that about?"
"Hm?"
"What did she mean," Cynthia explained, "when she said that you and Pikachu have been through a lot?"
Red's smile faded slightly at her question. "Training, as I said."
She narrowed her eyes. "You shouldn't lie to me."
He winced and looked away. "It's really nothing."
Red didn't want to talk about it. Should she demand answers for something that wasn't any of her business? She didn't think so. She was worried though. Cynthia hesitated on what to do next but took a deep breath as she took his hand and squeezed it lightly. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do."
"Then let me help you," Cynthia's steel-grey eyes focused on his warm amber. "I don't need an explanation if you can't give one. The last thing I want to do is intrude, but if there's anything I can do, all you have to do is ask." She squeezed his hand. "I just want to know if you're alright." That was all that mattered to her in the end.
Red considered her for a moment before sighing. "Just bad memories. I'm over it now though." He raised a hand to reassure her when she remained doubtful. "I promise! Olivia said it herself. We found happiness here. It's all in the past."
"If you say so," Cynthia let go but kept her gaze on him. "But if you ever want to talk..."
"You'll be the first person I'll turn to," Red grinned and this time it held genuine cheer. She relaxed. "Thank you for the concern."
"Why wouldn't I be worried? You're important to me," Cynthia huffed. He should value himself more. There were plenty of people that would say the same thing in her place. He touched a lot of lives. There were so many that would be willing to lend an ear.
Red didn't say anything to that, but his smile looked a lot more real and the Sinnoh native considered that a victory.
XXX
Olivia wasn't expecting a trio like them this early into her role.
She should though. She was recently chosen to be kahuna and with that title came a slew of responsibilities. As the youngest of them, she had a duty to learn and care for Akala Island. She was enthusiastic about her job, but her inexperience could catch her unawares at times.
She stretched as she stepped out of the Wela Volcano Park. The three with her were strong. Their power was nigh overwhelming when she saw it firsthand. To think that she had to do trials for them while she was still an inexperienced kahuna was nerve-wracking at first, but she knew that like how it was a test for them, it was a test for her from her Tapu. Adapting on the fly to overcome all obstacles was a common trait of previous kahunas.
"The Wela Fire Festival?" Cynthia blinked as she looked at the long stairs that led to a shrine by the volcano.
"That's right!" Olivia grinned as she showed them a Wela Crown. "The festival is coming up, which is why it's kind of hard for me to do your trials. I have to prepare for it." If she was a more experienced kahuna, she knew that she could manage her new busy schedule much better. That will come in time though so it wasn't an immediate worry. "Why don't you join us until then?"
"A celebration of fire-type Pokemon by a volcano sounds like a fitting setting," Diantha said. "We wouldn't mind experiencing it."
"It sounds fun," Red grinned before glancing at Pikachu. "Who should we bring with us?" The mouse let out an excited cry. "Infernape, huh? Yeah, he'd probably enjoy it."
The blonde trainer perked up. "It's been a while since I've seen him."
The kahuna laughed as the trio discussed amongst themselves. It was hard to believe that the mouse and trainer could harbor so much sorrow judging from their attitude now. When she first saw the sadness in Pikachu's eyes, it was so hard to spot, that she almost missed it. It was haunting.
The thought of the pains the two shared was sickening to think about. What happened to them to develop such despondency?
She didn't know. They buried it, locking it up like a vault, only to never open it. It wasn't healthy.
"You still don't have a fire-type, Cynthia?"
"Sinnoh doesn't have a lot of them, Red."
Diantha giggled. "What a shame."
"I haven't seen a fire-type from you either, Diantha," Cynthia crossed her arms.
"Ah, well you see..."
But Olivia had a feeling she didn't have to worry about it. The kahuna grinned at the sight of their antics. The bonds he made seemed to banish the lingering misery that clung to the two. She wasn't lying when she said that they found happiness here.
Regardless if they noticed it or not, they were content. Everyone had nightmares in their closets. Everyone had experienced sorrow and hardship before. Tragedies weren't as uncommon as she would have liked, but from wounds and injuries also comes recovery and healing.
Tapu Lele taught her that.
Olivia was thankful for her unique gift of understanding Pokemon. It made things easier during her reign as a kahuna. The stories of those that come and go should be remembered. Was that why the Akala guardian deity chose her? It was hard to interpret their god's intentions at the best of times.
Nonetheless, she would do her best to live up to the title of kahuna in her own way!
Garchomp and Gardevoir were beside the kahuna watching along with her. She whispered to the two. "Who do you think will confess first?"
The psychic-type smugly beamed. Diantha's ace was confident in her trainer's victory. The same couldn't be said for Cynthia's. The dragon grumbled to herself as if the idea of her trainer confessing sounded alien to her.
Haha!
XXX
"You've been in a good mood lately."
Red hummed before turning to see Kukui writing in his notebook while studying the Greninja before him. He was tending to Lycanroc. Torracat was asleep by his side. Months passed since Kukui's fateful meeting with the black-haired trainer. A routine was born from it as he watched Red adjust to a different lifestyle. It was interesting to see the usually collected trainer fumble around with the idea of living in one spot for an entire year.
It looked to be doing this man some good though. From what Cynthia told him about Red, the man definitely needed this vacation.
"Really?" Red paused in thought. "I haven't noticed."
"You're more relaxed," Kukui grinned, jotting a note down as the frog shinobi threw a few Water Shurikens at a defending Dartrix, "Your smiles are a lot nicer too."
"Alola's been good to me."
"Is that all that has been good to you lately?"
Red glanced at him carefully. Kukui's grin only quirked up at the man's look. "I'm not sure what you're implying."
"Cynthia."
"My rival," Red's words were quick and smooth. It was a little too quick in Kukui's opinion. "My best friend."
"Nothing more?"
"Nothing more." At his friend's words, the researcher glanced at Pikachu. Pikachu looked back. Heh.
"Sure," Kukui's disbelief was quite clear much to the exasperation of Red. He returned his focus to Greninja. "I'm still not sure how he works. The transformation made his Water Shurikens stronger, but not anywhere near the one he threw at the Lumiose Conference."
"It was a unique case," he replied.
"Do you know how it triggered?"
"Our minds were one at that moment," Red said, "I'm not sure how to explain it. Our goals, our dreams, and our thoughts were in sync. Something clicked and we just did it. There wasn't much to think about." He smiled softly as he recalled the experience. Greninja nodded. "It was like reliving a memory."
"I thought it was a Z-move at first," Kukui admitted, "but you didn't have a Z-ring or a Z-crystal when we met and it didn't feel like it used the same energy." He tapped his chin with his pen. "Then again, you didn't use a Mega Stone and Key Stone either. This completely throws any of my working theories out the window."
Red shrugged as if the thought of this phenomenon was not the greatest enigma Kukui had the honor of studying. "The world has plenty of mysteries left to uncover. This is just one of them."
"I'd have to ask Sycamore and Rowan for their expertise on the matter." Kukui scratched his head. "Three heads may be better than one for this. It has traits from my specialty, but the evolutionary aspect is lost on me. Just how in sync are you two?"
"We trust each other completely," Red replied. "We feel each other's pain. We share each other's perspectives. I can guide him on the battlefield, but if we get hit, I'd have to take it too or we both go down."
He whistled at the answer. "There are so many things I'd write about that if I could only study it more in-depth. Unfortunately, I don't have the tools for it. The idea of being connected at that level is a staggering thought."
"It wasn't always this seamless," he recalled. "When our bond wavers, this does as well. It was a struggle getting it under control and the process was an exhausting affair." He smiled as he patted Greninja's shoulders. The frog stood taller at the touch. "We had to do a little soul searching before we could effectively use it, but I'd never regret it. My Pokemon mean the world to me."
Kukui nodded at that. He closed his notebook and pocketed it. "Then I think we'll call this little endeavor done for now. I'll ask some of my peers from the other regions if they know anything about it and I'll come back to you on what I've found."
"You do not have to do this, but I appreciate it."
"As you said, the world has plenty of mysteries left to uncover." After some of the things he'd seen, it was never more true than now. "I'm simply doing my job as a professor. In fact, I should thank you for this opportunity. I never would have thought I'd get to research something like this."
"I trust you." His words made the Alolan beam. "And I did promise you'd get to study Greninja anyway."
"That you did," Kukui said before smiling mischievously. "Now why don't you tell me about the date you had with Cynthia."
"Not a date."
"How about the one with Diantha?"
"She took me out shopping. Not exactly a date."
He snorted. "Sure thing, Red. Whatever you say."
The trainer rolled his eyes at the Alolan's antics. Honestly, the girls should thank him for his efforts. Trying to get Red to even acknowledge it was a monumental task.
XXX
Nanu didn't care much for a lot of things.
In fact, he didn't care much for his kahuna duties despite being picked by an immortal island fairy. Oh, that didn't mean he wasn't going to do it. Nanu didn't want to speak to his immensely powerful boss about why he was shirking his job, but his responsibilities were a chore. Of all the people they had to pick...what did Tapu Bulu see in him? No idea. He might never know, to be honest. The guardian deities could be hard to read, even for the respective kahunas.
At least the battles were fun.
Still, he had much better things to do. Like amusing himself with his kendama. Haha! The ball attached to the string was tossed. It failed to stick the landing. Ugh.
"There's a trick to it, y'know?"
"There probably is, but I cannot be bothered to care," Nanu turned to look at the person who spoke up. Lightly tanned skin paired with hair as black as coal and eyes of startling amber. His clothes were fitted for tropical weather. Hm. He looked familiar. "What do you want, brat? I got some very important business to tend to."
"I've come for the grand trial," he answered. "I was told that you can provide it for me."
"You got the wrong guy." Nanu sighed as he tried the ball toss again. Failed. Tch. "Try looking in Malie City. The gym there may have your kahuna."
"Sorry, but that trick won't work on me," the trainer chuckled, "and really, the Kantonian Gym?"
"It was worth a shot," Nanu finally focused on the man. "What's your name, kid?"
He offered his hand. "Red Satoshi."
Ah, that was why he looked so familiar. His old acquaintance, Giovanni, mentioned him once. Nothing more than a passing conversation. It was one of the few times he saw the cold and calculated man speak in a more mellow fashion. Their relationship became more distant as time went on, but there were moments when they just talked. Simpler times. He took his hand and shook. "Call me Nanu."
"Do you always lie about your identity?"
"If I think I can get away with it," Nanu smirked and let go, "It worked on two girls before you so I like to say that it's fairly reliable."
Red rolled his eyes. "I am friends with those two girls."
Nanu shrugged, "Two out of three ain't so bad, eh?"
"They're smart." Despite his defense of them, Nanu noticed the amusement in his eyes. "They'll figure it out sooner or later."
He chortled at the thought. "If they even want to try the trial, they better."
"So it's some sort of test?"
"When I first made it up? Not really," Nanu shrugged, "but it's as good as an excuse as any. It filters out the experienced trainers from the naive."
Red's lips quirked up. "That's one way to do it."
He had no reason to defend his actions. He tried to toss the ball again. Still didn't land. A shame. "Not every kahuna is as honorable as Hala."
"And not every kahuna should," Red nodded. "You are chosen because the Tapus believe that you are most suited to continue the traditions of that island. They aren't omniscient, they can make mistakes, but I like to think that most of the time, they picked correctly."
He stopped playing with his kendama. The dark-type specialist narrowed his eyes. "I suppose you're right." He crossed his arms. This trainer wasn't what he expected. This was the guy Giovanni was intrigued by? How surprising. "For a foreigner, you do know your stuff. Where are you from?"
"Kanto," he said. Nanu hummed noncommittally. "I live in Sinnoh now though."
"Did you meet a man named Giovanni during your travels?" He stared long and hard at the trainer's expression for any indication of the criminal's true background.
Red held an impressive poker face. "I've fought him once for the Earth Badge." He raised a brow. "Why'd you ask?"
"Just curious. He mentioned you," Nanu commented. "He's quite impressed." It was hard to rouse the Team Rocket Boss nowadays. The kid left a mark on him. Why? No idea. Nanu wouldn't mind finding out.
"Really?" Red blinked in bewilderment. "I wouldn't think he'd be impressed by me of all people."
"You'd be surprised," he shrugged. "Well, if you can stir his fighting spirit, I guess you're worthy enough for the trials. Let's head to the ba-"
"You!"
"There's the lying dastard."
Nanu shivered as he heard two familiar voices in the distance. Judging from Red's growing amusement, he could figure out just who they were coming from. He looked behind him to see two women scorned along with a Gardevoir and Garchomp in tow. Of course.
"I would suggest you hide, but they'd probably find you anyway."
"Heh."
He tossed the ball. It landed on the spike.
XXX
"Guzma, wait!"
He reached out with his arm only to flinch when the white-haired man batted it off. The trainer left with a snarl. He didn't know how it happened. He didn't know why it happened. Sure, they weren't the most friendly of rivals, but they were rivals. They were each other's measure. They were picked by Hala. To learn under one of the wise kahunas was an honor.
It befuddled him. Guzma lost, but everyone loses sometimes. He'd grow stronger from this. He knew that.
Z-moves are useless. I'm better off without them.
He couldn't believe it.
"Is this the wrong time?"
Kukui blinked as he looked at the sight of Red walking towards him, umbrella in hand. Pikachu was perched atop his shoulders as always. The pitter-patter of the rain must have dulled his senses. He sighed. "Sorry you had to see that."
"That was Guzma, wasn't it?" Red gazed at where the young man ran off to. "He looked to be in a sour mood."
"That's an understatement," Kukui crossed his arms and released a breath, "We had a spar. I won. There was an argument and things got out of hand."
The foreigner hummed in contemplation. "Ah, I see."
He frowned in exasperation. "I just don't get it. He's one of the best trainers in Alola. He gives me a run for my money every time, but he's always so..."
"Moody?"
"That's a kinder way of saying it," he chuckled.
Red's eyes softened. "You two are rivals."
"Yeah," Kukui scratched the back of his head. "My best rival, really." He cracked a small smile. "I know it doesn't look like it at the moment, but he is a good guy. His distaste for Z-moves aside, he was picked by Hala for a reason."
"Alongside you."
"Alongside me. We study under him," Kukui admitted, "but he never really took Hala's teachings to heart. I always kept encouraging him to try harder. If he put his mind to it, I'm sure he could beat the island trials. He just doesn't put in the effort, at least not anymore."
"You're frustrated."
"Is it wrong to want what's best for others?" Kukui furrowed his brows.
"It's not," Red shook his head, "but every trainer approaches victories and defeats differently. Just like how you compare yourself to him, he too compares himself to you. He must have found himself wanting."
"He's a magnificent battler," Kukui argued, "one of the best I know."
"Does he think of himself that way?" The foreigner smiled softly. "I am not saying this to be hurtful, but I want you to look at it from his perspective." He motioned to his lab coat and Hala's abode. "You are studying to be a Pokemon researcher and are one of the finest battlers in Alola. You mastered Z-moves. You are apprenticed under both Hala and Samson Oak and are beloved by many in the region. Guzma is a masterful fighter and an amazing tactician but under the weight of your achievements, he would falter."
Kukui opened his mouth to argue, only to pause. Did Guzma really think that way? Sure, people didn't seem to think much about his rival, but Guzma never looked to be affected by it. He could beat anyone that thought otherwise and his talent was indisputable. Not a lot of people would say it to his face either.
But just because he didn't look affected by it didn't mean he wasn't.
The professor-in-training sighed. "I messed up."
"It wasn't your fault to begin with."
"I know, I know. I'm just moping." Kukui took a deep breath. "I don't know what I can do to help him."
"Let him think," his answer was still as calm as ever. His friend had always been so composed ever since he met him. That silent confidence bolstered him. "I don't think he would entertain seeing you right now."
"You're probably right," he nodded, gazing at Red before chuckling to himself. "You're always like this, you know?"
"Hm?" Red raised a brow.
"I thought my job was to guide you around Alola," Kukui grinned, "but you never seem to get lost around here. You walk around Alola like it's second nature to you. It's funny. I'm supposed to help you out, but it's quite the opposite."
"Alola feels like a second home," he smiled back softly. "The people here are nice and the Pokemon are wonderful."
"I'm glad that you think so," Kukui said. "What were you here for anyway?"
"I wanted to speak to Hala about the island trials," the trainer replied, "but I don't think now is the time."
"He'd find some time for you."
"I know he will," Red smiled with feigned exasperation. "I'm not going to intrude, however. Maybe tomorrow when the weather is better. Have a good day, Kukui."
"You too, Red." Kukui waved the trainer farewell before turning back to Hala's abode to avoid the rain. He sighed as he contemplated Red's words. The trainer always felt like he knew more than he let on. It made him curious. Just what was he hiding? He didn't know. He wouldn't prod. Everyone had their secrets. Red was a good guy, and to him, that was all that mattered.
Where's he going though? Isn't that..?
XXX
The sound of rain comforted him.
Scizor is unable to battle!
Not that it did any good.
The winner is Kukui!
He took a deep breath. He released it. Calm down. Repeat. Stay calm. Plumeria would have a fit if she saw him like this again.
Second-best.
Guzma clenched his fists. He took another deep breath. He sat in his home. His place was run-down and it wasn't in the greatest shape. Not that he cared. All that was here were some useless trophies. All this dump was good for was to act as shelter. The land didn't care about him so why would he care about it?
He was an outsider.
He couldn't blame Alola for it. Imagine being a kahuna's apprentice that couldn't use Z-moves. He bet Hala wasn't proud of an apprentice like that, especially when the golden boy, Kukui, was being hailed as a prodigy. Damn him.
Z-moves. What good were they to him? He didn't need that. People outside of Alola did just fine without 'em. He'd have to train harder. Just got to pick his battles carefully. It wasn't cowardly, it was strategic. What was the point of fighting a losing war, right? He wallowed quietly within his home.
Tap tap.
He almost missed it. The soft knock on his door was unusual. Was it Plumeria? She was the only one that bothered. He got up to open the door.
That was when he met him.
"Alola."
Guzma stared at Red with something akin to confusion. That confusion was swiftly formed into suspicion. He knew him. One of Kukui's newest friends. He recalled being briefly introduced to him, but he never bothered to exchange pleasantries. "How the hell did you find this place?"
"I saw you walk away from Hala's home in a huff," he responded and his expression became one of concern. "Are you alright?"
He scoffed, "Why do you care?"
"It's never wrong to care for others."
"Yeah? Well, I don't need your sympathy." Guzma grit his teeth. "I bet Kukui's set you up for this. Concerned about his punching bag? Back off." He made to close the door, but Red held firm. The man's strength was surprising.
The trainer shook his head. "I came here of my own volition." Guzma narrowed his eyes when the door failed to budge even when he pushed harder. "Kukui doesn't think of you like that."
He snorted, "Then what am I to him?"
"An equal. A companion and rival. Even friend."
He almost laughed at the thought. "Some equal I am." His grip on the door slackened and he glanced at all the trophies on the floor. Second place. Every single time. He never won once.
Red seemed to have noticed them too. "You shouldn't make light of your achievements."
"What do you know about it?" He narrowed his eyes. He thrust a finger at Red's chest. "You wouldn't understand what it's like, Mr. Prodigy. I'm nothing compared to you. I'm nothing compared to him." They might as well be living in separate worlds. The gap in strength broke him. What was the point anymore?
"I understand that it's rough." The tone in Red's voice gave him pause. "I understand that losing over and over again to someone you consider your equal could make you question everything you know. I understand that it makes you feel like you've done something wrong, that you've let your Pokemon down, that it was your fault that your team failed. I understand all too well."
Despite himself, Guzma listened. He clenched his fists. "Then you know that it's hopeless."
"It's never hopeless," Red shook his head. There was steel in the trainer's eyes and at that moment Guzma couldn't help but take solace in his unflinching resolve. He was a better man than him. He sighed.
"What can I do?"
"Train and learn. Find others who can propel you to be better." Red's response was returned with silence. "You're never alone, even if you think you are. Somewhere out there, someone cares about you."
Guzma looked away. He didn't bother to respond.
Red took his silence for what it was. With one last nod, the trainer took one look at his leaky home and placed his umbrella by the outsider's side. Red gave him one final departing wave before taking his leave. Guzma waited until he was out of sight before slamming the door and slumping back towards the wall. Just what was that man saying? He scoffed. What did he think of him? He didn't need anyone's pity.
He grabbed the umbrella in frustration. He was about to throw it out when he heard another knock.
Tap. Tap.
"Seriously?" Guzma sighed before opening the door. "What do you want no-"
"You look terrible."
Familiar, rough, and feminine. His words died in his throat when Plumeria appeared before him. The rain didn't seem to bother her. She looked inside before staring back at him. For some reason, he couldn't help but chortle at her words. "Feel like it too."
You're never alone.
"Yeah? Well, nothing like some dinner to lighten the mood. Maybe clean up as well. You need to take care of your things." She sighed as she went inside and picked up his trophies. Never once did she glance or comment about them. Plumeria never really cared about his accomplishments. It confused him. He wondered why she ever bothered with a nobody like him.
"Right," Guzma murmured, quietly grabbing the things off the floor.
Somewhere out there, someone cares about you.
Guzma let out a breath. This guy...damn him. Planting those words in his head. Just what kind of trainer would help out a random man that he barely met? He didn't get it. They weren't friends. He was so rude, so crass. Not even Kukui could stand him when he was in one of his moods.
It's never wrong to care for others.
As much as he hated it, he found comfort in those words. People like him exist out there. Selfless, heroic, and caring. He lived his whole life thinking the opposite. Unbelievable. "I guess Tapu Koko's onto something with that guy..."
"What was that, Guzma?"
"Nothing, Plumeria," he clicked his tongue. "Just rambling. Say, I was thinking of making a group."
Find others who can propel you to be better.
"A group?" Plumeria blinked before studying Guzma. "I'm not saying it's a bad idea, but what brought this on?"
"Just a thought." He placed his awards back on the rackety table. "A group for people like us, I guess, is what I'm thinking. People that don't necessarily fit in. I think it'd be nice."
She stared for a minute or two before smiling as she hummed in thought. "Sounds cool."
He blinked in surprise. "Really?"
"But I'm second-in-command, got that?" Plumeria placed her hands on her hips. "Arceus knows you need all the help you can get."
He probably did.
"Heh. Welcome aboard."
XXX
The last of the major islands, Poni Island, held one of the most impressive structures Cynthia had ever seen. The Altar of the Sunne was an ancient landmark with great historical importance to the people of Alola. She couldn't help but be amazed at its size. The effort needed to create something like this boggled her mind. Red wanted to save this site for last. She knew why.
Out of every place she'd visited, this one was up there in grandeur!
"What do you think?"
"It's big!" For all the technological marvels Aether Paradise was, something was to be said for archaic wonders. "Very big."
"It's one of Alola's oldest locations," Red said, "and I did promise you I'd take you somewhere nice. It's no festival, movie, or restaurant, but I thought you'd appreciate something like this."
He knew her so well. "This is better than all of those things."
"That's good because I've got some other things to show you."
There was more?! Just what kind of things was this place hiding? She shivered at the thought. "What else is in here?"
"There are some secret rooms around here."
It was like he read her mind. She swerved to Red's grinning face. "Really?"
He nodded. "I've found a few. Want to check it out?"
She latched onto his arm. "You don't even need to ask!"
He chuckled as he guided her through the ancient structure. Every nook and cranny that held any secrets were revealed to her. She wondered how he seemed to find these spots. It was like their time in Johto. When he led her to a hidden hole in the wall, she gasped at the sight. Inside was a nigh perfectly preserved mural depicting some sort of Pokemon that surely came from Alolan folklore.
"The Blinding One," Red supplied.
"The Pokemon that created Alola with its light," Cynthia breathed.
"They have a festival for it, I recall," he continued, "It was a shame we couldn't attend it. The Manalo Festival is truly one of a kind."
"Why can't we?"
"It happens every 21 years," Red replied. "I'll take you to it next time."
"I'll hold you to that," Cynthia smiled, enjoying the idea of returning here with Red when they weren't so swamped with responsibilities. They still got a long journey ahead of them. The break was nice, but she was itching to challenge the Sinnoh League again. She had a feeling that she could do it now. She felt stronger than ever.
"In a way though, we've experienced a part of the Manalo Festival."
"Oh?"
"Manalo is an old Alolan word that means 'you and I are living here together,'" he recalled, "We did just that, didn't we?"
She laughed. "That we did."
He let her study the murals on the walls along with the rest of the altar without interruption. Silent as it were, she appreciated his companionship. From all the chaos and fun that Alola brought them, these quiet moments in-between were welcome. They spent the entire day here, exploring and spending time with one another. She would have thought that she'd eventually get used to his presence, but in truth, she never really got tired of it.
Was this what it was like to be in love?
She couldn't say she hated it.
XXX
Lightning flashed on a crystal clear day.
Many would pass by, curious at the sound, but content to continue with their day. Not to him. No, to Hala, that sound meant the entrance of the god that chose him to lead the traditions of his island.
The hair on his skin rose. The elderly man set the tools and Z-ring down. He looked behind him from his worktable to greet his guest.
"Tapu Koko," the man smiled, watching the legendary enter through his window with no regard. He reminded himself that for all their mercy and compassion, these deities were largely ignorant of the social norms of his people. "What can I do for you?"
The guardian of Melemele floated closer and stared at the wide variety of Z-crystals displayed in his room. Tapu Koko snatched one of them. The kahuna watched without interruption. He raised a brow at the particular Z-crystal taken, however. His god placed it on his palm.
What's this?
Hala stared at it before regarding the deity. "You want me to give it to someone."
The fairy-type nodded and the legendary's eyes looked back to the window at the noise of a ferocious Charizard clashing with a nimble Decidueye.
"Ah, this is for Red?" At the god's nod, he mused to himself. Tapu Koko's interest in the man puzzled him. He almost thought the deity was training up his successor if it wasn't for the fact that the black-haired trainer's stay was temporary. It was curious. "I'll make sure this is given to him."
Lightning struck once again and the deity was gone. A chuckle left his lips.
Always one for flashy entrances and exits.
Hala respectfully put away the Z-crystal and began his trek to Red. His mind wandered to the one who had stolen his Tapu's interest. The trainer was a close friend of his apprentice, Kukui. For a foreigner, he was quite wise of the traditions of Alola. Respectful, diligent, and strong, he could see why the deity focused on him.
Was that all there was to it? He knew his god better than most and while fickle, the electric-type was more serious than some of its peers. Tapu Koko would have a reason for its actions. Interpreting it was often the hardest job of his.
At the beaches of Melemele, he was surprised to not just see the foreigner. Guzma was right there with him, his second apprentice listening attentively to the trainer's words.
"Counter shield works as both an offensive and defensive tool," Red motioned to Buizel who spun around in a barrier of torrential pressure. "It doesn't work well in prolonged use as your Pokemon could get dizzy from using it, but it can help in a pinch."
His tactically oriented apprentice took it all in like a Magikarp to water. He muttered to himself as he considered ways to adopt it into his own battling style. "It's good for a quick surprise, but once they get wise to it..."
"For every strategy, there is a counter-strategy," he nodded. "My rival simply waited it out. It's best to have a plan of attack once you get them off your back or you'll only delay the inevitable."
"Like what?"
"Well, there's..."
Hala let them talk, smiling fondly as his apprentice built up new ideas. After his last fight with Kukui, he feared for the worst. Guzma wasn't an easy apprentice to teach, but he saw potential in the boy. He wanted to nurture that potential.
It was unfortunate that his methods were incompatible with his apprentice. Even at his old age, lessons could be learned. He almost gave up on him, but Guzma returned the next day, silent and brooding, yet focused. It almost made him speechless.
There was a fire lit in his apprentice's eyes that wasn't there before. Fueled by scorn and hope, his newfound motivation gave Guzma the tools to grow stronger. He didn't know how it happened, but he was grateful for it.
Now he knew.
"You wanted me to see this."
Tapu Koko descended behind him and the elderly man chuckled. No words were exchanged between them, but he understood his god's intentions. A small smile graced his lips. Truly, he was glad. Call him old, but he was an honorable and fair individual. Failing Guzma was his greatest shame.
To see the young boy he met years ago slowly build himself back up touched his heart.
"I think I understand now." He took the Decidium Z out of his pocket. His god vanished the moment the kahuna took a step towards the duo. This gift wasn't given without reason. Tapu Koko wasn't interested in Red because of his strength or his wisdom. He realized that now.
For some reason or another, the trainer cared enough about Alola that his god noticed when everyone else did not.
This was not a gift of power.
This Z-crystal was a gift of gratitude. Tapu Koko simply wanted to say...
From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
He might not understand his god most of the time, but he could understand that.
XXX
Months have passed and their journey through Alola was coming to an end.
Trials were completed, Z-crystals were collected, and friends were made. Decidueye was excited to head off to the next region. She had never been outside of Alola. The thought of being called upon to fight warriors from far-off lands had her blood pumping. The future was a promising one.
It certainly helped that her trainer looked happier and more relaxed. The trip helped her trainer recuperate. Alola was always a welcoming region. She took pride in it. Even when it was time to depart, their friends took time to throw a small celebration in their honor before they left.
"I am going to miss this place." Red's wistful words made the owl turn towards him. They were at the airport, Cynthia, Garchomp, Lycanroc, Incineroar, and Pikachu in tow. This was their last moment together before taking different flights.
They were heading off to Unova. Cynthia was returning to Sinnoh. Diantha already left for Kalos.
"It was fun while it lasted," Cynthia nodded. "Time won't stop for anyone, unfortunately."
"Unfortunately," the eighteen-year-old mused, "but time enjoyed isn't time wasted. Alola was great, but it's off to the next big adventure."
"Unova, right? I wish you luck." Her trainer's rival had her own journey to head off to. Sinnoh beckoned her home. She looked ready. Her Pokemon were all energized and prepared to take on what was next. Decidueye respected that. "I was kind of expecting you to go to a brand new region after this one. That's what you tend to do."
"You're not wrong. I was thinking of Galar, actually. Diantha mentioned it," Red held a hint of wanderlust at the thought before he tempered it with discipline. "I'll probably head there after Unova."
"Always the wanderer."
"The journey is just as important as the destination."
Cynthia was about to retort before noticing the time. They checked as well. It was time for the lady's flight. The woman looked genuinely saddened to bid them farewell. "Guess this is it for now."
"For now," Red said. "I'll call you once you reach Sinnoh." She took her things and waved them farewell. Before she could truly depart, however, Decidueye noticed the blonde trainer hesitate. The owl tilted her head when the Sinnoh native took a deep breath and turned back to Red. Her trainer looked at her with confusion. "Cynthia?"
The woman steeled her nerves before walking right up to her trainer. Oh ho? "I know you're probably going to say something about how you're too busy trying to become a champion for any relationship, but I want to make my feelings clear to you because it was quite obvious that any hints I dropped didn't seem to register at all."
Decidueye switched her focus to her trainer, who looked completely out of his element. "Huh?"
"You don't have to respond to my feelings right now," Cynthia's face held a tinge of red as she took a step closer, "but I like you. A lot. As more than friends. As more than best friends." The woman had to make that very clear to him. "I m-might even consider it love, but I'm not sure yet so..."
She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Nothing more than a transient touch, but it shook Red to the core.
"..."
"That's it, for now," Cynthia robotically turned around. "After you become a champion, I would like a response. F-Farewell."
The woman walked speedily away, a proud Garchomp behind her. Decidueye stared at the fading trainer before focusing on her own. Red's face looked to have completely shut down. Pikachu, Incineroar, and Lycanroc celebrated close by. Their trainer didn't seem to comprehend anything around him. He simply stood still. The owl took a moment to applaud the woman for confessing.
So they hadn't been courting after all.
Humans were weird.
XXX
Diantha didn't know why, but as she looked out the window of the airplane, she felt like she'd been had. "Maybe I should have let Cynthia go first..."