Fiery Frustration

>God dammit, you’re gonna kill that bitch!
>You tried being nice because she’s your older sister, but holy fuck this is starting to cross the line
>Charging your way along the hallway of your house, you make a straight line toward her bedroom
>Reaching the door, you let go of any pleasantries as you blast it open with a loud bang when it hits the wall, scaring your napping sister shitless
>”Aaaargh!”
>She jumps in her bed and holds a hand to her chest, gasping desperately for air
>”Jesus Christ, dude; what the shit?”
>Ignoring her worlds, you quickly step over to her and pinch her cheeks, pulling them apart
>”Ow ow ow, owie!”
“What the shit is what I should be saying, sis, I already told you to keep your fucking Pokémon away from my training equipment”
>She taps my arm desperately and I let go of her now red cheeks, hissing when she rubs the soreness away
>“She’s Fighing type, you mongoloid, of course she’s gonna use them, she needs exercise”
>She says, still nursing her red cheeks
>You’re pretty sure you heard her calling you a ‘fucking dumbass’ under her breath as well, but decide to ignore it for now
“Then make her battle Goku or your other Pokémon if she needs exercise, but keep her away from my gym”
>A snort followed by a smug smirk is her first response
>”It’s been years and I still can’t believe you named your Pokémon Goku, that’s so lame”
>Okay, first of all
>Fuck you, Goku is a fitting name for an Infernape
>And second
“Don’t change the subject, I told you before, and I’m telling you again, I. Don’t. Want. Her. Using. My. Equipment”
>You jab a finger on her sore cheek at each emphasized word, and quickly pull back when she tries to take a bite out of it
>“Man, you’re so annoying”
>She sighs, before lying down on her side, resting her face on her knuckle, and sticking the other hand’s pinky inside her ear
>You huff and cross your arms
>Pot calling the kettle black
>“Why do you even care? She’s just trying to stay fit, you’re a fighter too; you must understand the need to stay in shape, right?”
>Removing her pinky off her ear, she tries to flick and residue off of it
“Because dear sister, the problem isn’t that she’s trying to stay in shape”
>You say between your clenched teeth
“I actually wouldn’t mind her using my shit that much, if she didn’t manhandle them every time she works out with them”
>She gives you a raised eyebrow, clearly not seeing the issue here
>”And what’s the problem? You’re rich as fuck, it’s not like you can’t fix or buy my new ones”
>You resist the urge to face palm, this fucking sister, you swear
“Yes, I’m rich but it still costs a ton to have someone come here to fix my very expensive equipment every fucking week, and that’s only when it doesn’t need to be replaced entirely. All this shit is disrupting my training schedule because it takes at least two, to five full days, in case of replacement, to get everything in order again”
>You see her eyes widen in realization
“And in case it haven’t gotten into your thick skill”
>You tap her head with a finger
“I’m a professional fighter; I can’t continue like this when I have to train for my next fight, or else I’ll be unprepared and lose”
>“Ooohh *hisss * yeah, that sounds pretty shitty, I didn’t think about this”
>Scratching her cheek, you can see they’re slightly red from embarrassment
>At least she has the common sense of looking embarrassed
“Of course you didn’t”
>And she’s blowing you a raspberry
>Same old sis
“Anyway, like I said earlier, why not battle Goku, your other Pokémon, or hell, how about getting out of my house for once, and challenge some trainers?”
“I’m retired, remember? I don’t want to battle anymore, I just want to sit back and relax”
>Yeah, retired
>The quickest retirement from Pokémon training you’ve ever seen
>There are probably others who gave up earlier
>But as far as you know, your sis stopped very early, at the age of twenty
>She started her journey where she was twelve
>A little later than most, but that’s because our parent wanted to make sure she was thoroughly prepared for a journey
>And because she’s a dumbass, it took two whole years for them to deem her ready
>Eight years sounds like a good run, but most trainers continue their careers for way longer
>There are even some that are old as shit and still train Pokémon
>Like Agatha, Bertha, and Drake
>These three are so old they might as well be considered ancient relics
>Her reason as to why she stopped was because she just doesn’t feel that fire for battling or training, she already feels fulfilled with the little she managed
>She does battle every now and then, but very rarely
>“Okay, alright, I’ll see what I can do about it”
>Her response brings you out of your musings
>And you sigh in relief; your sister may be a big loafer
>But when push comes to shove she does have her moments
>With your mind slightly more at peace, you can leave knowing things will go back to normal in two days or three
>And you can finally go back to your regular training schedule
“Tha-“
>”But not right now, I’ll do it later. You interrupted my beauty sleep, so off you go”
>She turns around and gives you her back, before lazily waving you off her room
>You glare at the older, and ironically much less responsible than you, woman trying to sleep on the bed you so graciously bought for her
>Before grabbing the mattress and flipping it off the bed frame with your sister still on it
>“AH!” *thud*
>Dusting your hands, you make your way out of your sister’s room
>”Asshole!”
>Her insult reverberate on the halls as you get out of her bedroom
“Cunt!”
>You yell back at her, mood still sour thanks to your good for nothing older sister
>God dammit, you know she’s family, but why do you have to take care of your sister’s retired ass?
>It’s not your fault she can’t live by herself because she blew all her money from battles and competing on leagues and side tournaments, on parties and superfluous shit instead of buying a house to settle down
>But why didn’t she go to your parents instead?
>Your parents are still very much alive, very much healthy, and very much well off, why can’t they host your almost parasitic sister?
>The question causes the silhouette of a certain Pokémon to quickly fill your head as you think of an answer
>And said image pretty much your reply
>Ruby, your sister’s first, and strongest Pokémon
>She’s not a people’s Pokémon, only liking your sister and that’s it
>Everyone else she treats with disdain
>Your parents she manages to tolerate just fine, even if there’s an underlying dislike
>But she fucking hates your guts, and you hate her ass too
>Fucking cheeky cunt
>She’s even worse than your sister
>Sis at the very least has a modicum of self-awareness and knows when she fucked up, and tries to fix things
>Even if sometimes she ends up making things worse
>She also helps with the chores, sometimes
>And considering you and Goku used to live here alone, it’s a welcoming help, despite not being consistent help
>Sis other Pokémon are also really nice, and will gladly help around the house when asked
>But her starter though
>God dammit, she just doesn’t give a fuck
>Eats all your food
>Ruins your furniture
>Scares the visitors, family and friends included
>Bullies Goku
>She fucking bullies Goku, man
>He’s the nicest Pokémon on the planet
>Ever since he was a shy, little Chimchar given to you by your parents alongside your sister’s starter
>Always been super nice to everyone, family, friends and Pokémon alike
>He does the chores when you’re busy, stuff like cleaning the house and doing the laundry, and does the groceries for you
>Hell, he even fucking cooks for you
>…
>Maybe you should’ve called him Gohan instead
>And that your Sis’s pokémon, she just…
>Urrrgh
>Fuck that bitch!
>And of course, there’s the problem of her wrecking your training equipment that started about two months ago because your sister won’t fucking battle anymore
>Another thing to add to the list of ‘shit she does that really gets on your nerves’
>The rest you can somewhat forgive
>Except bullying Goku, that you simply cannot forgive
>But you need those equipment and machines in working condition
>Otherwise your training schedule will be severely neutered and you’ll fuck up at your first title defense
>Every time you two pass one another in the house the temperature drops to like, a negative billion due to cheer animosity between you two
>If it’s not that, then it’s a glaring contest to see who’ll fold first and get physical
>Thankfully neither of you ever got to that point because either Goku or your sis showed up to separate you two in time
>You just don’t know why she hates you so much
>She wasn’t even like that before your sister took her on her journey
>When asked, all your sister said was ‘I dunno, except for me, she just started disliking people after evolving’
>In the end, all you know is that she hates you for reasons unknown
>The feeling is mutual, you bitch
>And for the second time in the day your musings are cut short by someone’s interruption
>This time a lightly tapping your shoulder is what breaks your train of thought
>You stop on your tracks to look behind you and see that it was Infernape the one calling you out
“What is it, Goku?”
>He takes your hand and softly taps a finger on your wrist watch, and when you look at it, you see that it’s almost time for your roadwork
“Hmm, guess I should get ready, thanks buddy”
>Patting him on the shoulders as thanks, he gives you an eye smile and a nod
>You’d pat him on the head, like you used to when he was a Chimchar and Monferno, but neither you, nor Goku want you burning your hand
“Are you coming with me?”
>You ask, and receive a nod in response
>Goku also tells you he’ll wait by the front door via sign language
>Nifty little trick you two learned
>You remember wanting to understand him better, and noticed that unlike most Pokémon, the Chimchar family line had five fingers and opposable thumbs
>So you looked for someone who could teach it to you both
>And now you can understand what Goku wants to say to you
>It even came with the added bonus that he can translate what other Pokémon are saying for you
>One day you asked him to try and pry some info out of your sister’s starter, and why she hates people so much
>He came back with a bruised eye, and something close to fuck off was her response
>You were about ready to go after her and deck that bitch if it wasn’t for Goku requesting you to not put himself in possible harm just for him
>Oh!
>Fuck, you’re lost in your thoughts again
>Shaking our head of any more current thoughts about your tenants, you head back to your bed room to retrieve your roadwork clothes before leaving with Goku

XXXXXXX

>The rhythmic, muffled sounds of a sandbag being hit echoes throughout your gym
>It’s been a week and a half since your talk with your sister regarding her delinquent Pokémon
>And so far… so good!
>You give the sandbag a left hook with enough strength to send it to the side if Goku wasn’t holding it for you
>Your equipment was fully fixed five days ago, and of course you immediately started your training
>The rebellions fighting-type also had yet to be spotted anywhere near your shit
>She haven’t even come close to the lower level of your house, where your gym is located
>Looks like your sister really did have a word with her Pokémon and fulfilled her promise
“Hiya!”
>A kick to the side of the sandbag is next, rattling the chain holding it
>A token of gratitude is in order
>You may be kind of an asshole to your sis, but you’re not unreasonable
>Maybe you’ll get her clothes, or something she really wants
>Sis may live with you, but she ain’t touching your bank account unless it means doing the groceries or other important shit
>Maybe you’ll just give cash in her hands and tell her to go nuts
>Not nuts enough to do something stupid like get knocked up though
>You don’t want to deal with any kids, especially any kids from your sister
>One of her is more than enough
>You don’t need nor want to deal with a mini sis running around your house
>You keep hitting the sandbag with vigor, punches kicks, and elbow strikes flying at laser speed, wanting to make up for the time wasted waiting for it to be replaced
>Can’t really fix a sandbag that was burned to ashes now, can you?
>It if was a gash or a hole, fine it could be fixed
>Hell, you’d even patch it yourself, no need to have it replaced or pay someone to fix it
>But that cunt fucking fire punched it until nothing but a pile of burnt leather, sand, and chunks of glass remained on the floor
>As soon as a right straight hits the bag, a loud bang is heard from the other side of the room
>You’re pretty sure that as the door, an you can already feel the tension in the air rising
>Goku pokes his head from behind the sandbag and looks past you
>His eyes widen and his face grows somewhat fearful
>You, in turn, can only clench your eyes in frustration at having your training interrupted
>There’s no need to turn around, whoever is behind you is pretty obvious at this point
>Still, gotta face the perpetrator
>You stop beating up on the sandbag and spin in your heels to meet the towering fire-fighting that isn’t yours and its angry blue eyes
>Blaziken
>She looks pissed, but most importantly, she looks agitated
>You can see that from the way her wrists have small embers around them
>She has been at rest for too long without exercise and needs to let out some steam
>And you know that because Goku suffers from the same problem occasionally
>Whenever he spends long periods of time without battling or working out, he becomes agitated, and it manifests in him by his fire crest wavering more rapidly, like a Typhlosion’s fire
>It happens to most fighting types, and seems especially bad when they have fighting AND fire typing
>That’s one of the reasons you have him help with your training
>Not only is he a great assistant and sparring partner, but it helps keeping him relaxed
>But you ain’t having none Blaziken’s bullshit though
>Your sister’s Pokémon has ruined your equipment enough times already
>And you can only guess that she’s so agitated because she tried to follow your sister’s order of not using the gym anymore
>Fucking dumb bitch, you don’t need the gym to work out, just go outside and do some push-ups or sit-ups
>The Blaziken speaks in her poke-speech that you can’t make heads or tails of what the hell she’s saying
>Luckily for you, Goku is by your side to offer some assistance
>He signaled that Blaziken needs to use the equipment
>And of course, your answer is a resounding
“Fuck no; get the hell out of my gym”
>You raise an arm and point a thumb toward the door she came from
>Blaziken bristles at your tone and command, most likely insulted that anyone who isn’t your sister dared to give her an order
“My sister already told you to not come here, right? Do you really want to disobey her orders?”
>That’s sure to get her; you can’t even contain the smug smirk on your face
>Blaziken likes your sister and always listens to her; so the chances of her disobeying are slim if you keep pressing that button
>You’ll have to have a word with your sis about Blaziken growing agitated with the lack of battling
>She clearly doesn’t know about this if she’s not keeping the bird cunt in check
>You hear cracking and look down her waist line to see her fist tightly clenched, knuckles cracking under the pressure
>Her arms’ lean, yet strong muscles tense and bulge slightly with the strength of her grip, like she’s about to punch you in the face
>Looking to your side, you see Goku is ready to jump in and intercept Blaziken if needed
>He may be nice, but he packs a mean punch when needed, especially when it concerns your health
>But surprisingly, she relents and with a hot huff coming out of her nostrils, spins on her feet and slowly stomps her way to the door
>Finally
>You turn back to the sandbag, where Goku goes back to his spot behind it, and soon you’re beating on the poor thing like it tried to steal your recently earned belt
>No more dealing with Blaziken coming in your gym and wrecking your shit with her lack of self-control
>Most of the damage involves shit melting or being burned because she can’t keep her fucking wrists from going ablaze
>Now all you need to do is talk to your sister, come up with a training regimen that can keep that bird from getting worked up again and possibly break into your gym
>If she came here now even after your sister had a word with her, then it’s entirely possible that Blaziken is willing to disobey your sister to scratch her itch
>Sigh
>Why did it have to happen to you?
>Your train of thought is interrupted when you feel someone tapping our arm hurriedly
>It was Goku, and he’s pointing toward the do-
>Oh, that bitch!
>She wasn’t leaving
>She was just aiming for your pulldown machine
 “Hey, what the hell are you doing!?”
>You step away from the punching bag to cross the room toward her
>In an instant you’re behind the disobeying fire type
>She was about to sit down on the bench when you caught her red handed
>And stands back up to turn around and face you
“I already told you to get lost, didn’t I?”
>Once again her sharp blue eyes narrow at you in disapproval of your tone
>Like you give a shit about her approval
>You don’t need her approval for anything
>Your house, your rules
>Even your sister, as lazy and rebellious as she is, follows your rules
>But this fucking Blaziken, god damn
>Your inner monologue must’ve taken some time because Blaziken turned to face the machine and was about to sit down on the bench, ignoring your words again
>Without hesitation you grab her shoulder
>The moment your hand makes contact, however, she immediately retaliates with a back handed strike
>You quickly lean back to avoid getting smacked; and Goku jumps in front of you in a protective manner
>The Blaziken doesn’t even acknowledges Goku right now, instead focusing on glaring at you
>Trying to burn holes in your head
“Keep glaring, I’m not gonna let you do whatever”
>Blaziken clenches her fist in anger, and cocked it back
>A rather sloppy form, full of unnecessary movements
>You don’t bat an eye at her attempt to punch you because you know what’s gonna happen when that fist comes flying towards your face
>When she does strike, her wrist is quickly intercepted by your always loyal Infernape, who’s in turn glaring back at her
>Even with him holding her back, Blaziken still has her focus entirely on you
>She really hates you, doesn’t she?
>But this does give you an idea
>One that might finally resolve our problems
>If she’s so quick to get physical, then there’s no convincing her with mere words
>You gotta convince her with action
“Goku, let her go”
>You speak out, softly grabbing his own wrist and squeezing it gently
>Of course, he didn’t do it
>All he does is look at you like you’re crazy
>And why wouldn’t he?
>You, his master, just told him to let go of a Pokémon who wants to hurt you
>But you have a plan
“Let her go”
>You say it again, this time with a more commanding tone, and move your hand from his wrist over to his shoulder, before gently moving him aside
>He hesitates to let go, but
>Blaziken doesn’t waste time in pulling her fist back and preparing to this time punch you in the face
“Are you interested in a deal?”
>And her fist stops an inch from your face, allowing you to see the dark grey skin from her forearms and claws from up close
>She keeps the fist in front of your face, but her lack of response is enough of a ‘go on’ for you
“You want to use my gym right?”
>She pulls her fist back and looks at you incredulously, before nodding slowly
“How about a fight, then?”
>Blue eyes look at you in a way you can only guess is supposed to look like a raised eyebrow
>Guess you started speaking her language, huh?
>Goku on the other hand, looks like he’s about to panic, not at all fond of the idea of having to battle the crazy bird
>Blaziken looks at your panicking Pokémon and smirks, letting out a confident fiery huff, before nodding in acceptance of the challenge
>Oh, Blaziken, you know nothing
“Oh no, you’re not fighting him”
>Now both Goku and Blaziken look confused, so much so they actually look at each other before turning back to face you
“You’re fighting me”
>Goku’s eyes widen in horror and he shakes his head violently
>Even Blaziken looks mildly shocked at your proposal
 “I win, and you stay out of my gym”
>You ignore your horrified Infernape doing his best to convince you otherwise via signs, and point a thumb to the door
“You win, and I’ll let you use everything in here to your heart’s content”
>Spreading your arms, you motion toward all the equipment and machines inside the room, including the four sided ring sitting in the center of the gym, which you comment is where the two of you will fight
“So, what do you say?”
>Blazken looks at you like you grew a second head
>’He’s retarded, what sane human would challenge a fighting type to a fight?’ is most likely what she’s thinking
>But hey, if she won’t listen to you; nor her own master
>Then you’ll strike her where it hurts
>Her pride as a fighting type Pokémon
>Soon enough, though you can see the gears turning in her head
>And when you see a smirk forming on her beak
>You know she realized this is not only a chance to do whatever she wants, but to actually physically hurt you, like she most likely have been wanting for quite some time
>The feeling is mutual, bitch
>With a quick nod, she pushes Goku out of the way and struts confidently toward the ring and vaults over the ropes onto the center
>You too turn around and walk toward the ring
>But a furry hand grabs your arm; making you stop to turn and look down at Goku
>His expression shows nothing but genuine concern for what might happen to you
>You guess that’s understandable
>His most important person in the world is about to fist fight a Pokémon who has fought in leagues and other tournaments
>He just doesn’t want you getting needlessly injured
>And you can’t help but smile before placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it lightly
“I’m gonna be fine trust me”
>He’s convinced
>Not at all
>But he at least lets go of your arm, and you use the now free hand to place it on his other shoulder
“Goku, look, I want you to leave the gym for now, okay?”
>His eyes widen for a second time and he shakes his head negatively
>Of course he doesn’t wanna leave you with that crazy, violent bird
“Goku, I know you don’t like this, which is why I want you to leave, because I also know you’ll jump to interrupt”
>He responds that of course he would, how could he let you get hurt like that
“But would you like if I interrupted one of your battles?”
>For the third time his eyes widen as he understands your implication
>Of course he wouldn’t, he’s not a battler, but he does enjoy a battle from time to time
>It’s in his blood as a Pokémon and a fighting type after all
>He understand how important a fight is to a fighter
>And interrupting a fight is a major insult
“Can you do it for me?”
>But the fire type doesn’t still move an inch
>He just stands there, still hesitant to leave you alone
“Goku, that’s an order”
>Much to your dismay, he flinches you hate having to be strict with your only Pokémon
>He looks like he wants to argue, and his fists clench in frustration
“Please”
>But with a sad sigh, he finally relents
>Not fond of seeing your longtime partner looking sad, you pat him on the shoulder and reassure him
“Hey, don’t be like that; I’ll be fine, I promise”
>You lean down and place your head right beside his, and whisper on his ear
“Blaziken’s a chump, she’s not gonna win this”
>You lean back and smile with a short laugh
>That even got the edges of your Infernape’s lips to go upward a little
>He still doesn’t like that you’re about to fight off a Pokémon in an actual fight
>But your reassurance does make him feel a little bit better, and he marches to the exit
>Not before giving you another worried glace when he nears the door
>To which you respond with a thumbs up, finally getting him to leave
>After he leaves you fetch a mouth guard before walking to towards the ring
>Don’ t wanna lose your teeth after all
“Well, it’s just you and me now, Blaziken”
>As you approach the ring, you can see an eye twitch for calling her by her species and not her name
>You’re not acknowledging her name until proves her worth and shows some respect
>Reaching the edge, you easily pull yourself onto the ring and cross the ropes
“Alright, here’s how it’ll work”
>You tighten your padded gloves
“We’ll fight on my rules, okay?”
>A head tilt and what you can only assume is another ‘raised eyebrow’ is all you get from her
“No Pokémon moves, just plain old punching, kicking, knees and elbows, anywhere except the crotch and back are free game to strike”
>She looks intently as you explain the rules
“Grapples and submissions are fine too, but no grabbing hair, or feather in your case, and the crotch”
>Her narrowing eyes already tell you she doesn’t like these rules
>You are limiting her full potential after all
>But it’s either your rules, or getting fire punched to death
“What, not confident in your hand to hand skills?”
>That got a rise out of here, because she bristles angrily, before agreeing to the rules with a nod
“Good, we’ll have eight rounds; three minutes each, with one minute of rest between rounds”
>You take your phone out of your sweatpants’ pocket and programs fifteen alarms
>Eight with three minutes for the rounds
>Seven one minute ones for the intervals
>You doubt the fight will take that long, but it’s better to be ready than not
>After all the work is done, you set the volume to max and put the phone on the mat right beside one of the corners
“Until the fight starts, you stand in the blue corner, and I’ll stand in the red one”
>You continue explaining the rules
“When the rounds ends, you go back to your corner until the next begins, understood?”
>A curt nod is all you get before she walks toward the blue corner
>The first round is set to start in five minutes, giving you both more than enough time to prepare physically and mentally
>After warning her that in five minute’s time the phone will ring and the match will start, she starts stretching and doing some warm up punches and kicks in the air in her corner of the ring
>Meanwhile you use this time to analyze her, since you’re already warmed up from the training with Goku a few moments ago
>Blaziken is strong, no doubt about that
>Goku’s arm was trembling just from having to hold back her punch
>But as she punches and kicks to get used to the idea of not being allowed to use her arsenal, your earlier observation comes back
>She’s not a good fighter
>Blaziken packs power and nothing else
>Her form is sloppy, her swings wide and unrefined, they lack precision, and she makes a lot of unnecessary movements
>Her guard isn’t that great either, if almost non-existent
>She keeps her arms down to her sides whenever she’s gonna fight, rather than at least in front of her, or at her face’s height, like it should be
>Besides that, there’s another issue that might give you an advantage if true
>Your sister’s Blaziken haven’t consistently battled in the two years that she’s been living in your house
>Her strength certainly deteriorated after all that time; there’s no way she still retained all the strength from her battling days
>Your musing is cut short when you see that Blaziken stopped warming up and is looking straight at you
>On her face, an over confident smirk and a condescending stare
>That bird thinks she’s got this in the bag
>Why wouldn’t she?
>She’s a fully evolved Pokémon, while you’re just human
>It’s pretty much set in stone that you should lose
>Well
>Let’s see if she can keep up that attitude after you punch her ass onto the mat
>She’s never gonna fully respect you until you beat some sense into her yourself
>And it’s high time she learns who runs this house
>She spent too much time making and following her own rules
>And now you’re gonna teach her a lesson
>Stopping your brief analysis of your opponent, you put in the mouth guard and get into stance, waiting patiently for the phone to ring
>The atmosphere in the air around you two gets thicker
>The two of you just glare at one another
*BRIIIIIIIIII-*
>And that’s the gong
>Blaziken immediately rushes toward your position
>She throws a swing so wide only a retard would get hit by it
>You duck under the improper hook and weave around her, getting out of the corner and into the center of the ring
>Skilled fighter or not, being cornered by a Blaziken of all Pokémon is begging to be sent straight to the ITU
>She quickly turns around instead of going for a back handed or elbow strike and proceeds to throw more sloppy punches
>Repeatedly you weave, duck and dodge her around her furious fists for the majority of the round
>Not letting a single one make contact
>Hell, you don’t even need to redirect her punches
>They’re so predictable you bob and weave around them nearly effortlessly
>You can tell your constant dodging is infuriating her, and in turn making her punches sloppier
>She tries kicking your side, but a back step was enough keep you from getting hit
>When her strike fails, she tries using the momentum of her initial kick into a spinning kick with her other leg
>And you avoid it by ducking, of course
>She gets even more pissed and tries to hit you with a heavy right straight
>You can feel the time is running out, so you decide the end the round with style
>When the fist is about to connect with your head, you redirect it with your left forearm
>And in the blink of an eye, your right fist is right beneath her chin in an uppercut
>Looking at the fist right underneath her beak, Blaziken’s eyes tremble ever so slightly, with shock as her entire body freezes in place
>And you didn’t even need to hit her
*RIIIIIIIIIII-*
>As expected, your phone rings, signalizing the end of the round
>You smirk smugly at her and step away from the fire bird, aiming for your corner
>It takes a good few seconds for the fire starter to shake herself out of her stupor
>And with her bearings back, she turns her eyes at you
>You, in turn, raise an eyebrow at what you’re seeing
>Her eyes express something you can’t quite describe, because for the first time in your life she looked at you not with hate, nor contempt
>Whatever that was, however, you had no time to discover, as it quickly faded away to give way for an extremely heated glare
>For a moment you think she’s about to attack you and your muscles tense a little in anticipation
>But she huffs and faces away from you, going to her own corner
>Looks like she also remembered she was out of breath, because from her spot against the corner, her chest is rising up and down moderately fast
>She did spend an entire round chasing and swinging her limbs uncontrollably at you nonstop
>And believe it or not, a lot of individual Pokémon battles don’t reach three minutes
>In battles that do, there’s usually a lot of waiting and staring in the middle because of the trainers thinking of a strategy
>That on top of being out of practice for over a year doesn’t bode well for the fire type
>One minute might not be enough for her to properly catch her breath
*RIIIIII-“
>And starts the second round
>Just like in the first round, Blaziken spends no time getting the first move
>However, she doesn’t immediately rushes toward your corner
>No, she’s just walking towards me
>You can see it in her eyes; she doesn’t want to repeat her mistakes
>So she can learn, huh? Impressive
>You too then step forward
>Seconds fly by as you stare at her from behind your raised fists, slowly inching toward her
>Blaziken, meanwhile, have her eyes follows your every step, and scan your form from top to bottom
>Still no sudden movements from her
>Well, if don’t mind if you do
>You shift gears and charge full on toward the fire type
>Startled by your sudden movement, she can’t stop, nor endure the body blow to her solar plexus
>You remove your left fist from her chest and step back
>Blaziken doubles over, holding her chest and gasping for air
>Raising her head, she only had enough time to widen her eyes when your left jab connects, and her head flies back
>Jab
>Jab
>Right hook
>The last blow sends her staggering back, and you follow right after
>She does manage to find her footing before you reach her, and she throws a right punch you duck under and respond with another blow to her body
>No doubling over though, she toughs it out this time
>Good girl
>She sends her own combo, punches and kicks flying toward your face and body
>Her attacks come out slightly faster, also
>But you still dodge, weave and back step from all of them
>Her form still sucks, no matter how much she forces herself to punch faster, you’re still seeing them come from a mile away
>Blaziken manages to get in close, however, and tries to kick your left side again, confident that you won’t dodge this one
>With not enough space to step back, you stick your left arm to your side and block her kick
>And oh boy
>You had to harden your stance and sink your feet into the mat to keep yourself from being dragged, or even downed, by the powerful kick
>Your left arm feels a little numb
>And your protected side hurts a little from the impact
>That’s how fucking hard she hit you
>That’s one hell of kick, you admit
>But once again she looks shocked at your maneuver
>After all, you just straight up blocked one of her kicks
>Blaziken pride themselves on their kicking power
>Taking advantage of her stunned form, you dash in and, even with a slightly numb arm; jab her face, before following it up with a right upper
>Successfully staggering her, you kick her in her thigh, pushing her leg closer and disrupting her balance, before putting your weight into the ball of your left foot and kicking higher, in the side of the torso
>Your kicks might not have as much power as hers, but you know exactly where you need to hit for them to hurt
>And to prove your ability, Blaziken steps back staggeringly, holding her left side with a grimace on her face before she looks at you in the eyes once more
>There it is, that same look from before, the one she gave you after the first round ended, but once again it’s quickly gone
>Replaced with another glare before you can put your finger on it
>She bounces right back, however, ignoring any pain she might be feeling right now, and is soon throwing more punches and kicks in your direction
>And with them being still as sloppy ever, you dodge and weave between all the attacks with relative ease, sending her a few jabs and body blows when she gets too close
>However, you do notice her eyes scanning your body again, just like she did in the start of the round
>How about a change of pace for those curious little eyes of hers?
>Feeling a bit daring, you duck a punch and step back out of her range, lowering your guard and bouncing on your feet
>Her eyes widen in surprise as you throw her for a loop, desperately trying to get a grip with your new stance
>Shuffling your feet like a boxer, beckoning her to come and get you
>She easily falls for the taunt, the heat in her eyes intensifying as she throws herself at you
>Trying to hit you as best as she could
>But nothing would connect, because, of course, you wouldn’t let them
>You keep bouncing on your feet and dancing around he failed attempts to adapt to your new stance, all the while taking light potshots at her face
>Nothing too damaging, but certainly enough to get her angrier, and therefore sloppier
>In a move that takes you slightly by surprise however, she dives towards you and tries to grab you by the midsection
>A good move, if she didn’t telegraph it so glaringly
>Before she can even come close to your waist, your right knee shoots up strikes her chin
>Blowing her head and entire body upwards
>Dazed by the blow, you push forward with a spinning kick
>Stepping into tour raised leg, you put your weight into the ball of your right foot and turns your while body
>And with the added momentum of your spin; strike the side of her head with your left heel, sending her spinning in the air and onto the mat on her back with a loud thud
>You decided to not go for a submission and go to a neutral corner instead
>No countdown though, you’d not be satisfied with a victory because she can’t get up in time
>You watch as the fire type slowly stands up, rolling on her stomach, she pushes herself up, also taking the time to nurse your slightly numb arm
>God damn, she hasn’t battled in over a year, but still hits like a fucking truck apparently
>Looks like your earlier assumption was wrong, or at the very least entirely true
>Noticing something beneath her, you lean to the side to get a better look
>There’s a small pool of blood on the mat underneath Blaziken, with drips still enlarging it little by little
>A quick glance a upwards shows you the blood leaking from her beak
>Finally standing up, she staggers a little before finding her footing
>You leave the corner and take your stance, ready for the face off
>But when she was about to turn around
*RIIIIIIIII-*
>Your phone rings, making this the end of the second round
>You both make it to your corners, with Blaziken obviously lagging a little
>Leaning your back on the corner, you prop your elbows on the ropes flanking your sides
>Blaziken though, she stands facing the corner, claws gripping the ropes on her sides and head hanging slightly
>Even without facing you, you can see her shoulders going up and down rapidly from her heavy breathing
>The numbness of your left arm is fading, but your side still hurts a little
>Lifting your white tank top, you find a fist sized red spot on the side of your chest
>Yup, that kick’s gonna leave a bruise
>Well, this is a fight, and you are fighting a Pokémon, it was to be expected
>Hopefully by the end of the fight you won’t get so hurt that you’ll have to postpone, or worse, cancel your first title defense
>Shit
>Just imagining what the media would say annoys the shit out of you
>These fucks would probably say you’re chickening out of the fight
>None of them would believe got in a fight with a Pokémon
>After all, no human is stupid enough to try and outfight a Pokémon
>…
>Except for you
>Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea
>But there was no other way to convince your sister’s Blaziken to stop coming to your gym
>And you need it to train for your fights
>Sighing at the possible mess you got yourself into, you slide your shirt back down
>You glance at Blaziken only to catch the bird with her hear turned, looking at you
>After noticing she’s been caught staring, the fire type hurriedly turns her face back to the corner, hanging her head low again
>Huh, that’s weird
*RIIIIIIII-*
>What already?
>Well, alright
>You lift your fists and look forward, only to be taken aback by the sight before you
>When the third round starts you’re surprised over the fact that Blaziken’s not making the first move like in the two previous rounds
>She’s not moving at all, actually
>Instead she keeping herself completely still, legs slightly spread and knees bent in a stance, and arms raised in front of her; basically mimicking your own stance
>Impressive, very impressive indeed
>Her form is far from perfect, there are still lots of problems with her stance, but the speed in which she’s adapting is impressive none the less
>You can only guess those analytical glances she was giving you was the Pokémon studying your form
>She’s got a lot of potential, you’ll give her that
>If Blaziken’s not moving, then it’s up to you to start
>With slow steps, you approach the unmoving Blaziken
>When you’re at the center of the ring, she then starts moving as well
>Slowing inching forward, dragging her front foot forward, before dragging the back foot
>Soon, you find yourself facing the taller Blaziken in the middle of the ring
>Behind her guard, she eyes you up with cautiousness
>And you decided to take advantage of that
>You fake a movement for her gut, to which she lowers her arms to try and block
>Only for you to jab her face
>Not letting this chance slip up, you follow up with another left jab
>A right hook
>A left hook
>And a right upper
>She leans back at the upper, dodging your upper, and tries her own jab
>To which you lean your head to the side
>Not the best jab ever, but miles above the flailing fists being thrown around in the previous rounds
>She winds up for what you assume is a straight, but you intercept her wind up with a left jab
>Successfully disrupted, a right kick is your next move, but she manages blocks it in time
>In the exact same way you blocked her’s
>Nice one
>Blaziken dashes into your guard and fires another left jab
>Leaning your head, you evade it again, but she follows up with right back handed strike that comes flying really fast, and nearly got you in the head if you didn’t duck
>But because of her poor stance, her footing was lost thanks to her super hard swing and she nearly falls on the ground
>You say nearly because you actually catch her by the forearm before she hits the floor
>She looks genuinely surprised as you pull her back to her feet
>Before her face is lit up with frustration and a bit of embarrassment for having to be saved, and she rips her arm off your grip and takes a stance once more
>Huh, same old bird
>But there is a little, tiny bit of gratitude in those eyes, though
>So it’s not all lost
>You shouldn’t help an opponent that slips, ever
>But this is the first time she’s fighting on your terms, and is adapting just so she can keep up
>You kinda felt compelled to help her for the genuine effort in her attempts
>It sorta makes you want to help her out a bit to
>So you raise fists up at a specific height and position, and make sure she’s watching intently
>Then you stomp your heel on the mat to get her eyes down to your feet
>She looks at your stance up and down, and soon enough, straightens her poor form to mimic yours better
>Good girl, that’s the form of a real fighter
>When you see her muscles tense, that’s when the fight restarts
>She goes for a low kick aimed at your shin, and you jump back to avoid being hit
>You know how strong those kicks are, you’re not risking a possible fracture
>Blaziken follows you right after and shoot a body blow, to which you weave around, and dash yourself into her guard, striking her with a blow on her solar plexus
>She grunts in pain, but toughs it up and tries to hit you with a straight that you redirect to the side and proceeds to hit her face with your own right straight
>Blaziken’s falls back with staggering steps, and seeing the glaring opening, you dash forward and wind up another right straight
>But she manages to recover just in time and shocks you with her next maneuver
>Blaziken deflects your straight to the side and sends a fast hook flying towards the side of your face
>You duck under the flying fist and steps back, an eyebrow raised in surprise
>Did she just…
“Heh…”
>This bird
>You grin and nod encouragingly
>Even she’s grinning right now, not in arrogance or cockiness
>But in pride and confidence
>This is getting more and more exciting
>You don’t even realize you started bouncing on your feet
>You charge in and move to punch her face with a jab, and she raises her fists to protect herself
>Only to realize all too late that it was another feint, and the pain comes from below when your right shin connects with the left side of her torso
>You continue with a left jab, but she manages to lean her head and narrowly evade the hit
>Firing more gives roughly the same results; she bobs and weaves her head and upper body around like a pendulum, trying to avoid your hits
>Despite the effort, some manage to hit home and soon one does enough damage to push her back, where you follow up with a right hook
>A hook that she ducks, and responds with very fast upper that nearly catches the tip of your shin
>Nearly being the key world, because it doesn’t, and you answer her back by hitting the side of her head with the heel of your spinning right kick
>Like in the previous round, the strike sends her pirouetting in the air before hitting the mat with a loud thud
>And suddenly you realize you’re slightly gasping for air
>Man, she’s upping her game, isn’t she?
>Her moves were even faster than in the previous round
>And that parry
>She nearly got you good with that one
>Blaziken’s got potential, you gotta admit
>She fought you for two rounds and is already learning just from watching your movements
>If you’re not careful she might end up knocking you out
>And if that happens, then its game over, you have to let her use the gym to her heart’s content as promised
>Wait, what are you doing?
>Fuck!
>Blaziken is already on her feet and facing you
>God dammit, you and your inner monologues
>You raise your fists and widen your stance
>You lost the chance to take her out via submission
>Welp, no use crying over spilled milk now, she’s moving in
*RIIIIIII-*
>And the Blaziken’s dash is interrupted by the end of the round
>Stands straight and goes back to her corner while breathing heavily, but not before giving you a quick glance
>Moving to your own corner, you lean your back against it and watch Blaziken once again face her own corner with her head hanging
>You just close your eyes, focusing on stabilizing your breathing, and your next course of action
>Next round
>You’re gonna end this fight in the next round
>Blaziken has taken a lot of direct hits, and is very tired if her rising shoulders are anything to go by
>While you yourself is mildly tired, and have taken not a single direct hit
>The most damaging attack that got you was the kick that you blocked
>But a numb arm and slightly bruised side is nothing compared to actually getting punched and kicked in the face
>The inside of her mouth is bleeding, and if your eyes didn’t deceive you, her one of her eyes is bruised
>That’s how much of a number you did on her
>Blaziken’s not gonna last, you believe
>If your sister hadn’t stopped battling, you wouldn’t stand a chance against the fire type
>To be honest, she lasted more than you expected
>Although that can be attributed as much to her tenacity, as to you not actually finishing the fight at three different opportunities
>Like you said, no use crying over spilled milk
*RIIIII-*
>The round barely starts and Blaziken rushes at you like a bullet train
>You barely had any time and space to dodge from your corner as her right straight rockets toward your face and cut your left cheek, splashing her fist with your blood
>Getting into her guard you punch her in the gut, only for Blaziken to completely endure the hit and jab you in the face, sending the back of your head against the corner
>Your sight goes blurry for a fraction of and the pain from a blow to the gut is what brings you bearings back, only to realize she’s gonna pummel the shit out of you
>You hunker down behind your arms and you do your best to block her incessant barrage, your arms taking the brunt of her powerful punches
>Her onslaught chips away your defense at an alarmingly fast rate while she locks you on the corner
>If you let this keep going she’s gonna break your arms
>You have to get out, you need to get out
>There!
>She winds up for a heavy swing and that’s your way out
>You weave under her hook and get behind her
>She immediately responds with a spinning elbow that you quickly duck under, and push her against the very corner you were pressed against and fire your own strikes
>Jabs, hooks, uppers, body blows
>You successfully connect some of them, but whenever a punch hits, she tightens her guard and makes it harder to hit
>If she’s not gonna relent, then you have force her into opening her guard
>Surprising her with your next move, you grab her shoulders and fall back on the mat
>And placing your foot on her gut, you thrown the fire type back to her side of the ring
>You did say grapples were fair game
>Standing up first, you instinctively swipe your glove on your bloodied cheek
>How the hell did she get so fast?
>You muse while charging at the who just kicked up to a standing position
>Sure, she was hitting faster before, but not like this
>Getting inside her guard, you fire a knee to her gut, to which she blocks
>She’s being getting progressively faster, you noticed too
>Blaziken lifts her leg and roundhouse kicks your head, but you duck underneath and send your own
>But she pulls her arms up and blocks your kick right before it connects with the side of her head, and pushes you back, nearly making you trip
>Finding your footing, you have to duck again when Blaziken is already on you with a flying spin kick
>But as she lands without connecting the hit, her guard is completely open and you punch her on the gut
>One
>Two
>Three times
>And uppercuts her exposed jaw from doubling over
>Her head is blown back as you continue to make sense of her insane speed boo-
>Your eyes widen in realization, and the distraction is costly
>Before you can even react, she lands a successful hook and your head and whole body is blown to the side
>Your vision goes black, and only comes back when your head’s about to hit the mat
>Giving you enough time to staggeringly widen your feet and prevent yourself from falling face down and any more damage
>Turning your head toward her, your shocked eyes watch Blaziken standing still, arms raised at the ideal height, a near perfect stance, and eyes completely focused, not an ounce of arrogance left, only the desire to win, with a pinch of excitement shining in her eyes
>That’s Speed Boost
>Blaziken’s hidden ability
>How…
>How the hell did your sister lost a league, any league, with a Blaziken as talented as Ruby?
>She patiently waits for you to properly stand up; much like you after knocking her down in the first round
>Your numbing forearms still hurt from her previous barrage, trembling in pain and a little bit of excitement
>And your head is still floaty after that nasty hook; that got you good, really good
>You bet you got a black eye just like her
>You swipe your forearm on your mouth, rubbing the blood leaking out of your lips, before giving her, and raise your fists, motioning her to come get you
>Ruby doesn’t waste any time charging at you
>Her lighting fast jab connects and sends your head back, and then she follow up with a straight
>But you duck and send a left kick to her side
>Her flinch is more than enough incentive to continue and you go for an upper, but she leans back and fires a straight that hit you right in the middle of your face and sends you reeling back
>Your nose hurts like a bitch, and you can feel something leaking out, most likely blood
>She charges in and sends a blow to your body, but you put your hands down in time to block
>Even numb, those punches of her still cause pain in your forearms
>When she dashes in, you hit her with a spinning kick
>But Ruby doesn’t fall, not this time
>She digs her foot’s claws on the mat, ripping the fiber while preventing her body from falling and charges at you once again
>The two of you trade fast and brutal blows
>She sounds of your strikes echoing loudly on the empty gym
>You connect more hits than her, but her overwhelming strength quickly catches up in damage
>This tug of war feels like hours on end
>And it seems one is waiting for the other to slip up first
>Unfortunately, it seems to be you the one to slip
>You fire a particularly heavy swing with a lot of wind up after falling for her feint
>Times slows when she ducks your left hook and winds up an upper from a crouched position
>You have no time to recover; you put too much weight into that swing
>She’s coming from way below, putting all her body’s weight into that uppercut
>But you still got your ace, and Ruby’s position is advantageous for you
>Your right was already pulled back when you send that hook, ready for a follow up in case of success
>You’re gonna counter her, and use all that momentum and upward weight to knock her down straight into the fucking mat
>When you clench your teeth, on the mouth guard everything goes back to normal
>And two fists cross paths
>Her uppercut gets you dead on your jaw, blowing your head upward
>Your mouth guard; now split into two, flies off your mouth in a shower of spit and blood
>Your everything feels numb and out of focus
>And your eyesight’s so blurry, you can’t see shit
>You even hear ringing in your ears, and it ain’t coming from your phone
>But it’s not over yet
>You feel your fist still
>And it’s connected to something
>Stomping your right foot forward, and rotate your hip, and throw all your body weight into whatever your fist is connected to
>And soon, you get the familiar and satisfying sound of a body impacting heavily against the mat
>You keep your stance, your fist extended downwards, while you gasp desperately for air
>You can’t see shit right now, but you can feel the hot puffs of smoke coming out of your mouth as you take thirsty gulps of air
>In the blurriness of your eyesight, you do see something
>A big blotch of red on top of a white background
>It takes a few seconds and lots of blinks for your sight to return and when it does, you see the result of your last effort
>On the white mat of your ring, sprawled on her back, chest rising and falling faster than you have ever seen before
>Is none other than Ruby
>And she’s trying her best to stand up despite the fatigue and injuries
>But this time you’re not gonna let her
>You walk up to her and fall on your knees, right between her legs
>And grab a hold of her forearms
>Ruby tries to pull her arms out of your grip, but she has no strength
>She’s simply too tired to fight you off
“I… win”
>As the words leave your mouth, all the left over fight Ruby had in her disappears and her limbs stop resisting
>She accepted defeat
>Her eyes, however, never leave yours, and you can say the same about yourself
>Your body feels hot, but not the kind of hot from intense exercise
>A different kind of heat; one that comes from the inside
>Ruby’s breathing softens little by little, her face flushed with a glowing red that overpowered her face’s natural red
>You barely notice as you two slowly inch toward one another until you capture her beak with a kiss
>You kiss her with a passion you didn’t know existed
>And Ruby reciprocates
>You let go of her forearms to hold her face softly as you deepen the kiss
>Sliding your tongue inside of her beak, exploring the new, unknown territory with surprising gusto
>Not even the metallic taste of blood stops you from enjoying this new experience
>Ruby snakes her arms around your back and holds you close to her
>Her tongue meets with yours as she hungrily licks the interior of your mouth
>She longer, thinner tongue allowing Ruby reach further, and better explore the intricacies of your mouth
>Your hands travel down from her face to her toned waist as you split up from her mouth and dives into her fluffy neck
>Kissing and biting the firm, muscular flesh of her neck and shoulders sends shivers down her spine
>Ruby digs her sharp claws on your back, ripping your shirt and dragging them down as you continue to please her with kisses, marking your back with six bloody gashes
>But you don’t care, too intoxicated with kissing this beautiful female to give a single thought about pain
>Not even the sound of your ringing phone ringing can disrupt this moment
>You go back to her beak and give her another deep kiss, one that she eagerly leans into
>Finally, you two end the kiss, a single thread of saliva connecting the both of you
>You stare at her deep blue eyes with an appreciation for the fire type you’ve never felt before
>Suddenly you blink, and your look morphs into a confused stare
>She notices, tilting her head raising an eyebrow at your expression
>Fire-type?
>Only Pokémon are categorized with fire-type
>Your eyes widen and your jaw drops in realization
>YOU WERE KISSING A POKÉMON!
>Looks like Ruby came to the same conclusion as you, because her beak opens in a silent scream
>Her eyes are widened and her blush shines to near comical level only seen in cartoons, and the amount of embarrassment displayed on her face is out of this world
>So much so she draws energy from no source and pushes you off of her and onto your ass, before rushing out of the gym, fatigue seemingly forgotten
>Meanwhile you just stay there, sitting on the mat
>Thinking about what just happened
“And what the fuck happened!?”
>You speak out loud to nobody but yourself
>You just up and kissed her
>And she kissed you back
>Like, what?
>It must’ve been the heat of the moment, there’s no way
>Yeah, the adrenaline pumping in your veins got you two all hot and it just happened
>That was the reason
>And nothing else
>Although it was kinda nice
>But it’s so weird
>It’s fucking strange that it was nice
>…
>You should stop thinking about this before you go crazy
>Sighing, you let your back fall on the mat
“AARGH FUCK, MY BACK!”


XXXXXXX

>The sounds of punches and kicks hitting mitts echoes through the gym
>Inside the ring, you bounce on your feet in front of Goku, who’s holding a pair of mitts on his hands, and padded protection on his shins and thighs, growling with different intensities and tones whenever he wants to hit high, on the body, the thighs, or the shin and which side to strike
>It’s been two weeks since the fight with Ruby
>He growls; and you kick Goku in the left thigh
>And shit, guess what? Turns you your match had to be postponed because of your injuries
>Good job, you dumb ass
>You managed to fuck up on your very first title defense match
>Of course you wouldn’t let the media assume shit
>You duck under a swipe and fire a hook to a mitt on the right side of Goku’s face at his warning
>When they interviewed you in a talk show, asking why the match was postponed you straight up said you were attacked by a wild Pokémon while out for your roadwork
>No way you were gonna say you challenged your sister’s Pokémon, that’d be a retarded thing to reveal on the TV
>Of course, they didn’t believe in you one bit despite the injuries being legit
>Why would they? That shit sounds like an obvious lie just to not have to fight
>So you did what you thought was a good idea
>You took off your jacket and shirt in live broadcast and pulled the bandages wrapped around your torso, showing them the gashes on your back
>That, of course, shut them up real fast
>Especially when the gashes started to bleed because you pulled the bandages too hastily
>They even had a medic show up to nurse your injuries
>And of course, you said some sick burns to your opponent if he ever decides to get cheeky and try to shit talk you for postponing the fight
>“Hey, at least he now has more time to prepare himself for a less humiliating defeat”
>The audience of the talk show went wild when you said that
>Banter is the life force of a fighter, and you can’t into bantz, than you can’t be a fighter
>You smirk when recalling that particular moment, dodging an upper from Goku
>Your opponent is a trash talker, and he haven’t talked shit so far, he must be beyond mad with you
>Now all you have to do is prepare for the title defense match that had been an extra month
>Because of your little scuffle with Ruby, you had to rest for at least a week and a half until all your injuries healed enough so you could start your training
>And now that they ARE healed enough to allow you to train without much problem, you’re making up for all the time lost
>Speaking of your scuffle, and consequently Ruby
>As according to the deal, she stopped coming to your gym, finally allowing you to train properly
>And after thinking more about it, you went and talked to your sister over in coming up with a training regimen for Ruby too keep her from getting too agitated
>Since you couldn’t train, it was the most entertaining thing you could do besides play video games and watch anime
>Also, your sister’s reaction when she discovered you beat up her Blaziken was as expected
>She wanted to murder you for hurting Ruby
>Even though you’re the one who came out the most injured
>Goku even had to hold your sister back from trying to inflict more injuries on you
>After calming her down, the both of you came up with an exercise regimen that would keep Ruby satisfied
>Well, more like YOU came up with it, all of it
>All your sister did was hear as you talked about a bunch of exercise related shit that couldn’t make heads or tails of and wrote them down on notepad
>You also made sure to write clear instructions on the notepad for her to follow, because god knows if there aren’t any your sis will botch Ruby’s work out
>Speaking or Ruby
>She’s been acting kinda weird lately
>Ever since the fight actually
>You mean, yeah sure, the kiss was a strange experience
>But now she’s avoiding you like a plague
>Whenever you approach one another when walking in opposite direction, she just lowers her head and passes by as fast as possible
>Not blocking your way, no hateful glaring, no nothing
>She just goes her merry way without any fuss
>From the fight up until now you’ve been thinking about the kiss
>You tried not to, but in the end you just couldn’t let go of it
>It was kinda nice, in a strange and exotic sort of way
>Hell, you don’t even feel any hate for her anymore after the fight and the kiss
>If anything you stopped hating her during the fight as you two traded fists
>After all, two fighters can read each other’s thoughts simply through an exchange of fists
>No, you didn’t learn that from an anime, shut up
>All you feel toward her is mild annoyance now, mostly because she keeps avoiding you, especially when you try to interact with her
>And something else, but you really can’t make out what is this something else you feel
>And you have to admit… Ruby is kind of cute
>In a tomboyish sort of way
>F-for a Pokémon anyway
>You thought Ruby liked the kiss too; after all she didn’t push you away
>In fact, she was eagerly kissing you back
>She even clawed your back, for crying out loud
>But it looks like it wasn’t the case with the way she constantly avoids you
>Maybe it was just a heat of the moment thing
>At least for her
>Sometimes you catch her staring at you though
>From a distance, just standing there looking at you
>But as soon as Ruby notices she’s been caught, she turns her head and looks the other way
>Sometimes you swear you see her face glowing a little when you catch her staring, but she’s usually so far away it’s hard to tell
>Anyway, you better stop thinking this way about Pokémon
>It’s starting to creep you out that the whole thing doesn’t creep you out
>You duck under a swipe and uppercuts Goku’s mitt at his warning, blowing his hand upwards
>You two keep going at it for about five minutes, until something in the corner of your eyes catches your attention and you turn your head to see what it was
>It was Ruby entering your gym
>In your distraction, you didn’t notice you turned our head the moment Goku swiped at your head
“Ow!”
>You whine after the heavily padded clove collides with your head
>Goku quickly apologizes, but you wave at him that it was fine
>Ruby walks up to the ring and looks up at you from the outside
>Not sure of what she wants, you walk up to the ropes with Goku in tow, and lean your forearms on them
>So far Ruby has followed the work out plan you came up with, and the feedback from your sister has been very positive
>Hell, she even said Ruby never misses any of the exercises
>And she follows the training regimen every single day
>Even though you wrote it was something to do three times a week
>She liked it very much
>In the end, Ruby has no need to come up here anymore
>So you’re curious to know why she showed up
>Especially now, when she’s been avoiding you for the last two weeks
“So, Ruby, what brings you here?”
>You ask
>She doesn’t immediately respond, instead staring intently at your face
>Is she looking at your injuries?
>You’re still not one hundred percent healed from that fight
>Your eye’s still a bit bruised, and the cut in your cheek looks like it’s gonna leave a permanent mark
>Bringing your hand up, you scratch the cut when itches a little
>Ruby’s expression grows… shameful? regretful?
>Is she feeling bad for hurting you?
>That’s new
>The regretful look soon fades away and she starts to look a little embarrassed, before she says something in Poké-speech
>As expected, you have no clue what she just said, so you look at your official translator, hoping to get some insight
>You find him with his jaw dropped, and grown eyes to the size of dinner planes
>Did… did she just blurt out to Goku you two kissed two weeks ago?
>You hesitantly ask what is it she said that surprised him so much
>And is pleasantly surprised and relieved that you assumptions were wrong
>”Ruby said she wants you to teach her how to fight”
>That was still very surprising though
>If your eyebrows weren’t attached to your face, they would’ve flown right through the ceiling
>Your sister’s proud Blaziken came up to you to teach her the ins and outs on the art of fighting
>Ruby, on the other hand, has a blush on her face, still embarrassed for asking something like that, with her head hanging slightly down and eyes looking at the floor, seemingly refusing to make eye contact with you
>But every now and then her eyes turn up to meet yours before going back to the floor, and you can see a gleam of hope on them
>Hope that you’ll accept her request
>You smile warmly at Ruby
>This Pokémon
>Who despite all the hate and animosity you once felt for her, managed to worm her way into your heart
>Somewhat
>You sigh and step between the ropes, squatting down on the edge of the ring, motioning her to come closer with a hand movement
>She raises an eyebrow, but complies nonetheless
>When she comes at an arm’s length, up extend yours and surprises her by gently patting her head
“Sure, why not?”
>You rub the top of her head, feeling how surprisingly soft her feathers are
>Ruby’s cheeks puffing out slightly, and her blush intensifying in embarrassment, while her eyes refuse to make contact with your face
>However
>None of that stops her from leaning deeper into your touch