Yellow - Understands Pokemon

“Wait,” Gon interrupted, crossing his legs on the bench. “Can you threaten her again?”

“What?” Danny asked. “What is it?”

“Just threaten her again,” Gon prodded. “As hard as you can.”

Danny shrugged, then in an instant snatched up Yellow by the collar of her shirt and held her in the air. “THAT’S IT,” he bellowed, his voice warping into a ghostly rumble as his eyes glowed an eerie green, “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!” In his free hand a green glow like a lantern buzzed softly, the warning of danger as clear as the bright glow it cast about the room. “WHAT’S STOPPING ME,” he said as menacingly as he could muster (which turned out to be really menacingly), “FROM GETTING RID OF YOU RIGHT NOW?!”

Before Yellow could say anything, a bright flash of light from one of the balls resting on a nearby bench caught the room’s attention as a yellow blur bounded up Yellow’s leg. Coming to rest on her shoulder, Pika tensed like a coiled spring ready to strike, his cheeks pulsing with enough electricity to make Hermes’ hair frizz up across the room. He was like a wild beast, moments from being let off the chain, and when he spoke, it was with a territorial threatening that made Danny’s eyes widen ever so slightly.

“Chu.”

The tension in the room stretched tight as a drum for an endless moment, until Gon’s voice broke it. “What’d he say?”

Still in the grasp of Danny’s fist, Yellow’s eyes darted to Gon for a fleeting instant before she stared Danny dead in the eyes. “He said, ‘Me’.”

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Round 2, FreestyleKneepad