Shame of truth, hope of love

Shame of Truth, Hope of love

Blaziken x Oc Trainer

Walking out of the pokemon center his knuckles with white around the handle of the black laptop bag. Heavy with his riches from the Celadon tournament he was making his way to the edge of the Viridian Forest. The wide brim of his hat shook with the passing winds despite being secured from the top of his Aerodactyl.

Spotting the house coming in to view between the cliff edge and forest brought a small modicum of happiness before a font of seething rage returned over it. His anger still sat with him as the small building grew as the bird continued on its path. Setting down on his land made him happier as his mind went back to where his anger started that day.

Ninetales had won the day as most of the trainers used full grass type teams. Some of the others may not have liked the fact that he came to win, but he always acted with respect to everyone else. Having an unbalanced team was the fault of the trainer not the opponent that uses those weaknesses to win. Other trainers had heard of him. Pokemon training was a hobby making him an amateur versus those who went out on expeditions to become masters. Investing money in to various projects gave him clout in the world with plenty of poke for his early twenties.

They knew him from other tournaments. Most of which he had won and all of them which he had gotten to the final four. The problem was that others thought he cared about his team a little too much treating them as one would human then a simple beast. During some of the easier rounds he would not give an order letting whomever was out to make the call on what was best. At the semifinals this particular opponent was having a fit for he did not feel the need to order moves. Opening the gates he ran through the events multiple times trying to pull a logical answer from a purely illogical opinion. In the finals he found himself against a rich family's daughter not so much younger then himself. Still on the wealth of her bloodline she could not remember the basics of her own team obviously trained by a paid hand instead of her. The lack of vigor in her team showed no respect for her. Five grass types were nothing to his ninetales, Sylvia.

He reached the doors of his home as the victory ran clear in his mind. Setting his pack down at the coffee table before sitting in the recliner the others could tell his mood was not its usual cheery smile but more of a dark glare firm on his features. It took a moment before remembering to let his team out fishing the balls from his bag the short cropped blonde hair sat pinned under his hat.

[Master, you seem angered, may I view what happened?]

Jacob, his Kadabra was sitting not twenty feet away from the southern wall. Feeling the bitterness often carried from being insulted he gave his approval. Watching the moment continue in his mind he could see the posse of the rich girl try to buy the title off of him with a couple members trying to intimidate the leaner man. Failing gloriously he let them know another option was to simply use his knowledge and allies for a different kind of battle in court. Adding that the company he was trustee on would back him up completely made them drain of color for a moment.

[They miscalculated your abilities, master]

[Keep watching, Jacob...]

Continuing in their efforts they soon threw the pokephilia card in his face gathering a crowd as she screeched how one so close with their pokemon obviously was doing uncouth things with them. Knowing how the title of being a pokephile would carry over in to his business work he withdrew his phone for a call before handing it over to the oldest of the posse. His lawyer was always on speed dial after the first time. Taking small cases like this gave him a boost of funds as libel and slander were great ways to drain the wallet of the opponent. Bolstered by all the evidence to take a tidy some for damages his phone was soon returned as his hand clamped over the sore loser.

“Keep her talking, every word will be paid back in court. Just so you know if I had the choice of someone who I cared about and respected versus a rich whore like you I would be guilty as charged.”

The booming sound from the crowd faded from memory as Jacob felt the prickly heat of aggression emanating form his master. The words began to weigh on him turning the heat in to a dull chill of self doubt.

[Master]

[Please do not call me that.]

[Nathan, you seem conflicted. Take the night to sleep or go exercise with Rita she has been going crazy in the life of leisure.]

Pulling the hat from his head everything was calm for a moment. Humming a tune Nathan could feel his emotions slowly ebb to normalcy. Placing his winner's plaque on a shelf with his other awards he could see how far he had gotten and the first pokemon to be his was in the gym down the hall. Walking down the way he had barely made to the frame before the thumps of her body hitting the bag became the humps of powerful running. Soon he was on his back as his Blaziken, Rita was on top a landing from her flight through the door. Hitting his head against the wall he could remember hos she was when they first met.

Found at a breeder in Pewter as a Combusken they had gotten along famously, and as his first pokemon he learned a lot about life. Opening his home back then to her was a balm to a life that had turned cold with the work of profits. Employed as a financier he began to move out of his anti social shell even allowing the gym to be built so they could train together. Despite not being fire proof she could still practice a few normal and fighting moves with proper equipment. Looking down to see the evolved for form he couldn't help but smile before hugging her playfully.

“How are you, Rita?”

“Blaz-blazi- ken ken, Blaziken....

[James, translate please.]

Jacob's younger brother was an Abra sleeping in the spare bedroom while still being able to translate the language of pokemon to something he could understand better.

...So you won yet you are still in a sour mood. Jacob told me to ask you when you visited. What's wrong?”

Pulling herself up his body language was stiff as his arms let her go as well as partly seething from the event. Walking inside the room already smelled of sweat and action. Seeing him quietly make his way to a pair of heavy bags she could feel Jacob giving him the details of what was bothering him. It seemed like it was not just the words. Part of him was unsure about something with the subject of that insult. Thanking the Kadabra for the mental briefing he was soon tossing around the unchained bag. A plan began to piece itself together. If pokephilia was between two consenting partied then maybe he could be happy. Seeing the bag go by left him open for a waist lock by the taller red female. Placing her head on his shoulder she grinned before asking.

“Wanna wrestle?”

Her chest then pressed in to his back harder brightening his cheeks that did not go unnoticed by the ample pokemon.

“Sure.”

The pads were soon arranged as she grinned at the effect of her wiles. She did not mind crossing barriers for a lover and he was needing a good one. Finishing quickly both were soon across from each other ready to begin. Being taller then him gave her range while being heavier gave him more to draw from for some of the more damaging throws. Hitting the mat once after just getting in his range was difficult even after all the training. Wincing loudly after the first one she thought how much she did not want be tossed like that again. Trying to catch him in some kind of joint lock to slow him down only showed his greatest ability. Systematically countering without the finesse she had earned through practice had still gotten one of her arms trapped as applied a simple bear hug. Trying to pop his hips she found her legs wrapping around his only making him fall before pushing her chest on to his face. Feeling his arms weaken slightly she smiled through the pressure before after about a minute the hard squeeze was reduced to a simple hug. Large enough to cover his face it was harder to breathe as he looked up wondering why Rita hadn't gotten up. Feeling forbidden things he rolled out from under her.

Jacob warned her about a second before it had happened. He had to blow his emotions away and the explosion was incoming. Running at the bags he left the ground before kicking the hanging bag hard enough to crack the full length mirror behind it. Knowing he was never good with his emotions made her smile lightly before walking behind him slowly. The sight of him scrambling up before grasping a shard of the broken mirror made her sad quickly.

[He is regressing fast. Rita! He cares for you ! Get to him before he tries again.]

Pulling the glass before spinning him out and in again left her with only one cut as the experience of his previous suicide attempt haunted her. Two scars were still apparent if you knew where to look on his wrists. He hated being disrespected so much from his family that when they had given a newspaper a local article about some of his dirty laundry he felt betrayed. Placing his head in her chest both dropped to their knees as she heard him tell her he wasn't good enough. Grabbing his hand gently before placing it on hers she was getting to put herself on the line. Hoping this would be for the best she turned up the chin of the young man crying like he never could before.

“Nathan, I choose you.”

Waking up the next day he tried to put the facts together. First was the outburst then was the breakdown and then as his brain began to work over its bearings so early after waking up he looked back to see Rita still holding his hand as the lay on the sleeping mat. Revealing all his negative issues was a very therapeutic feeling making him feel much lighter before falling back into her grasp. Kissing her softly he could see himself enjoying this new relationship before muttering to himself and to her.

“I never thought someone would love me I-”

Smirking with her eyes closed she pulled him to her chest effectively communicating her feelings. Whispering against her heart he enjoyed her warmth before falling asleep again.

“Love you too, Rita”