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Untitled Quilava Lemon	By : sandlava Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, Quilava, or any registered trademarks of The Pokemon Company; am not writing for profit, yada yada

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“Untitled Quilava Lemon”

By SIX~~ @ FurAffinity [ www.furaffinity.net/user/six~~ ]

He span the cheap map around, once more. Was it even the right way up? Fuck if he knew. In the busy hustle of the market street, the cumbersome paperwork was impossible to unfold completely, and with the strange, unmarked symbols jostling for space around the spider-webbing marks of streets and alleyways, there wasn't even a way to get his bearings.

Fuck it. He gave in; he was lost. An hour and a half in the town, and it hadn't even been a few minutes before he'd started to doubt his own judgement – frustrated, the cheap tourist's map was roughly crumpled up, to be thrown at a nearby bin [and to his chagrin, to bounce off the rim and land on the dirty, cobble-stone floor]. The hubble of banter and chatter of the busy street quickly overtook him once more, his attentions no longer distracted, and even as he leaned back against the blank, concrete pillar at the side of the road in an attempt to relax even briefly, he found himself unable to think – there was activity everywhere, and it was impossible to focus on anything.

Pokemon. He was here for Pokemon. That was all. None of this shit, bumbling around Castelia City like some confused hick, staring at advertisements for products he'd never heard of, as city slicker after city slick bumped into him any time he tried to walk down any street. He didn't have the time for all that; it was nearly his daughter's tenth birthday, and any parent who'd ever taken up Training knew what that meant.

Soon, she'd be starting her own adventure.

And she'd have her own companion.

Daddy! Daddy-!

She'd smiled at him as she'd made her requests. Manipulative scamp, like any young girl. An adorable, manipulative, scamp. Despite himself, he found himself grinning again, in the dry January morning; just her memory could cheer him up any time, and the thought of that laughter that would light up her face when she met the companion he was trying to find for her... it made all of this worthwhile.

Finding himself in the darkest, dirtiest part of a sprawling metropolis, in a city he'd never been to? Trying to find a place to find a Pokemon for sale, when everything seemed to be written in languages he'd never seen? Nah, it was nothing. He'd do all that and more, for her.

A sudden rustling broke his reverie. A man coughed – and, his thoughts broken, he looked to his right, to find a man leaning against the concrete alongside him.

A nondescript character, with black, untidy hair, dim sunglasses, and unassuming clothes, looked extremely average in the busy street. But there was a sense of purpose about this man that he just couldn't overlook.

“Ey, man. My name is Joel.” The lips moved. The voice was quiet, but articulate; there was a taint of a Spanish accent in with the clearly accentuated English. Strange to hear, in a place that was uniquely Japanese.

“Good morning,” replied the man.

“I see you looking at a map. Not many people bring maps to this place! You're not from around here, huh?” It was a strange sort of... accusation. The unassuming man's head whipped to the left, where it had been staring so solidly at the ground; even behind sunglasses, eyes that couldn't be seen seemed to search for truth in his own.

He hesitated, but decided to indulge. “Yeah. I'm not from around here. I'm from... somewhere far away.”

There was no pause. “You like Pokemon, huh?”

“Y-yeah. I'm looking for some.”

“Eyy...” A sly, disconcerting grin cracked onto the featureless face of the man who'd called himself Joel. For the first time, he noticed, with a sense of dissonance, that the strange man was chewing gum. “I like Pokemon too, man. I like them a lot.”

“Er... that's fantastic, Joel.”

“If you like Pokemon as much as I do, man...” There was something, once more, so secretive about the man's speech. Joel's voice dropped, and the man couldn't help himself – he leaned in close, to listen.

“... I know a place, man. It ain't far from here. They got a selection, man, the best of the best, man. And they're all obedient. They do anything, man. The Pokemon. They do anything.”

Joel leaned away once more. The man couldn't help but notice, but that sly grin had only grown more humoured, like a schoolboy who'd just shared a friend's stolen secret.

He hesitated again. Why was he listening to this immature stranger? Some guy who'd come straight up to him to tell him, what, that he liked Pokemon? Big deal. Everyone loved Pokemon. But he couldn't help himself. He had no other options, and this Joel's suggestion... well, if it proved at all true, was exactly what he was looking for.

An exasperated sigh. “That sounds... pretty much like what I'm looking for, Joel. Where can I find this place?”

“Eyyyy...” That grin grew wider still. Even behind the sunglasses, it was obvious that there was some strange, perverted sense of victory shining in his eyes. “You wanna go over there, man.” - Joel pointed - “there's a little alleyway. Kinda dark. Kinda long. You wanna go allll the way down it, man.”

“Oh, fantastic. A long, dark, alleyway.” He sighed again. “Listen, Joel. How did you know I liked Pokemon?”

This time, Joel chuckled, quite audibly. “There's a ball tied to your belt, man. Don't nobody bring their balls down this end of town, except for very special reasons...”
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