(want to be) the very best
(want to be) the very best
679 words | gen
In which there are Pokemon. Sorry not sorry.
(want to be) the very best
Really, Suho is way too old to have an eternal rival.
“Hurry up and call back your Magikarp,” Kris smirks, “and choose your next Pokémon. Hopefully, it’ll be less useless.”
Suho frowns. The kid to whom he traded his perpetually-confused (and completely not-trainable) Psyduck had promised him that this Magikarp was on the verge of evolving into a Gyarados. “Any day now,” the kid had claimed. Three months ago.
But Suho still has a Magikarp. Which he named D.O. A Magikarp named D.O. that could do nothing but Splash around. A Magikarp named D.O. that is currently lying unconscious on the field.
“I can’t,” Suho all but whispers, “my Pokémon refuse to stay in Pokéballs.”
Kris develops a worrying twitch above his left eye, “you’re kidding.”
Suho shakes his head miserably, and Kris takes several deep breaths (which do nothing to calm him), “how do I keep losing to someone who can’t even - never mind, just choose your next Pokémon.”
“Can I at least retrieve D.O.?” Suho asks with no small amount of trepidation.
Kris nearly growls, “yes god damn it, just get on with it.”
After Suho has safely placed D.O. in the nearby pond (hoping all the while that consciousness has no bearing on D.O.’s ability to not-drown), he nudges gently at the Eevee curled up at the water’s edge: “Sehun, I choose you.”
Sehun shoots him a disdainful look but, at this point, Suho is well used to Sehun’s contempt in his general direction and will wait until the Eevee ultimately acquiesces. Sure enough, Sehun begins to pad toward the field where Kris and his Deerling (Luhan, Suho thinks) stand and Suho chalks it up as a small victory in its own right.
If possible, Kris frowns harder, “the fuck is this?”
“My next Pokémon,” Suho says uncertainly, “uh, I named it Sehun?”
“I don’t care what you’ve named it,” Kris snaps, “where the fuck is your Moltres? Deerling is a Grass-type; any sane, logical Trainer would send out a Fire-type. But no, you send out a fucking Eevee. What the hell.”
Suho shifts uncomfortably, “well, Chanyeol is off canoodling with Baekhyun so I can’t really call on-”
“Baekhyun?” Kris narrows his eyes.
“My Zapdos,” Suho clarifies sheepishly.
The veins on Kris’s neck become unhealthily prominent, “your Zapdos,” Kris repeats, “your fucking Zapdos. How the hell have you caught two Legendary Pokémon with - how have you caught two Legendary Pokémon? How are you beating me?”
Suho really doesn’t know how to answer, but luckily Kris continues, “whatever. Let’s just get this over with: Luhan, use Charm.”
Luhan prances toward Sehun, graceful as you please, and nuzzles the Eevee’s fur affectionately. Sehun promptly swoons - and faints.
Suho and Kris both blink, uncomprehending.
Before either of them can make a comment, a dark blur tackles Luhan to the ground. An Umbreon stands over the Deerling, fur bristling and teeth bared.
“Oh my god,” Suho whimpers, burying his face in his hands, “Kai.”
The Umbreon, Kai, pays him no mind and continues to stare down a startled Luhan. Then, a mass of dark energy begins to form before Kai, and Luhan frantically struggles to escape.
“Shit,” mutters Kris, “must’ve pinned Luhan down with Mean Look. This isn’t good.”
“Kai,” cries Suho, “you can’t use Shadow Ball yet! I just bought you that TM; we haven’t trained nearly enough. Kai, listen to me!”
Once again, Suho is ignored and the dark energy continues to grow until it swallows both Kai and Luhan.
Suddenly, the mass collapses upon itself, leaving an unconscious Umbreon and Deerling in its wake. Suho is torn between relief and frustration.
Surveying the scene, Kris calls his Deerling back into its Pokéball and levels Suho a look of extreme displeasure, “I can’t deal with this. We’ll battle again once you have your Pokémon under control. Jesus. Every time I meet with you, I swear I’m losing ten years off my life.”
With that parting remark, Kris heads back onto the main road, leaving Suho to bemoan his life choices.
He definitely should’ve become a Breeder instead.
Have an educational table, all proper-like.
679 words | gen
In which there are Pokemon. Sorry not sorry.
(want to be) the very best
Really, Suho is way too old to have an eternal rival.
“Hurry up and call back your Magikarp,” Kris smirks, “and choose your next Pokémon. Hopefully, it’ll be less useless.”
Suho frowns. The kid to whom he traded his perpetually-confused (and completely not-trainable) Psyduck had promised him that this Magikarp was on the verge of evolving into a Gyarados. “Any day now,” the kid had claimed. Three months ago.
But Suho still has a Magikarp. Which he named D.O. A Magikarp named D.O. that could do nothing but Splash around. A Magikarp named D.O. that is currently lying unconscious on the field.
“I can’t,” Suho all but whispers, “my Pokémon refuse to stay in Pokéballs.”
Kris develops a worrying twitch above his left eye, “you’re kidding.”
Suho shakes his head miserably, and Kris takes several deep breaths (which do nothing to calm him), “how do I keep losing to someone who can’t even - never mind, just choose your next Pokémon.”
“Can I at least retrieve D.O.?” Suho asks with no small amount of trepidation.
Kris nearly growls, “yes god damn it, just get on with it.”
After Suho has safely placed D.O. in the nearby pond (hoping all the while that consciousness has no bearing on D.O.’s ability to not-drown), he nudges gently at the Eevee curled up at the water’s edge: “Sehun, I choose you.”
Sehun shoots him a disdainful look but, at this point, Suho is well used to Sehun’s contempt in his general direction and will wait until the Eevee ultimately acquiesces. Sure enough, Sehun begins to pad toward the field where Kris and his Deerling (Luhan, Suho thinks) stand and Suho chalks it up as a small victory in its own right.
If possible, Kris frowns harder, “the fuck is this?”
“My next Pokémon,” Suho says uncertainly, “uh, I named it Sehun?”
“I don’t care what you’ve named it,” Kris snaps, “where the fuck is your Moltres? Deerling is a Grass-type; any sane, logical Trainer would send out a Fire-type. But no, you send out a fucking Eevee. What the hell.”
Suho shifts uncomfortably, “well, Chanyeol is off canoodling with Baekhyun so I can’t really call on-”
“Baekhyun?” Kris narrows his eyes.
“My Zapdos,” Suho clarifies sheepishly.
The veins on Kris’s neck become unhealthily prominent, “your Zapdos,” Kris repeats, “your fucking Zapdos. How the hell have you caught two Legendary Pokémon with - how have you caught two Legendary Pokémon? How are you beating me?”
Suho really doesn’t know how to answer, but luckily Kris continues, “whatever. Let’s just get this over with: Luhan, use Charm.”
Luhan prances toward Sehun, graceful as you please, and nuzzles the Eevee’s fur affectionately. Sehun promptly swoons - and faints.
Suho and Kris both blink, uncomprehending.
Before either of them can make a comment, a dark blur tackles Luhan to the ground. An Umbreon stands over the Deerling, fur bristling and teeth bared.
“Oh my god,” Suho whimpers, burying his face in his hands, “Kai.”
The Umbreon, Kai, pays him no mind and continues to stare down a startled Luhan. Then, a mass of dark energy begins to form before Kai, and Luhan frantically struggles to escape.
“Shit,” mutters Kris, “must’ve pinned Luhan down with Mean Look. This isn’t good.”
“Kai,” cries Suho, “you can’t use Shadow Ball yet! I just bought you that TM; we haven’t trained nearly enough. Kai, listen to me!”
Once again, Suho is ignored and the dark energy continues to grow until it swallows both Kai and Luhan.
Suddenly, the mass collapses upon itself, leaving an unconscious Umbreon and Deerling in its wake. Suho is torn between relief and frustration.
Surveying the scene, Kris calls his Deerling back into its Pokéball and levels Suho a look of extreme displeasure, “I can’t deal with this. We’ll battle again once you have your Pokémon under control. Jesus. Every time I meet with you, I swear I’m losing ten years off my life.”
With that parting remark, Kris heads back onto the main road, leaving Suho to bemoan his life choices.
He definitely should’ve become a Breeder instead.
Have an educational table, all proper-like.
