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Diaries of Trainer Seth	By : Kerrigor Category: Pokemon > General Views: 10738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The sprawling expanse of Petalburg City became visible on the horizon in the early afternoon, just after Seth crested a particularly large hill. From here, he could see the regular structures of the city covering the surface of the neighboring hill like a blanket. Excited, Seth quickened his pace.
The remainder of the trip was mostly uneventful, with the exception of a couple battles with two boys that had accosted him along the way. Through battling with them, Seth learned about another advantage the psychic type held: bug types weren't a threat to it. Kyra handled their bug Pokémon without any real effort, resulting in a decent payout of cash for Seth.
It was still early in the afternoon when the two of them arrived in Petalburg City proper, so Seth took the time to explore as much of the town as he could. In the process, he learned that the city was significantly larger than Odale and Littleroot. Additionally, the city's urban nature was clearly apparent. The buildings were made of concrete and steel, rather than wood and shingle, and the streets were paved.
Yet, despite these advancements, it still managed to remain in tune with nature. The streets were narrow and allowed grass and trees to grow on either side, with the odd appearance of a flower bed here and there. During Seth's wanderings, he discovered a river that ran through the city and disappeared into the forest, where it likely emptied into the ocean. He also noted several fishing lakes. Near these small bodies of water, there were no major buildings, and nature was allowed to reign free.
When Seth reached the western side of town, he stopped to smell the breeze that blew in from the ocean. Just a few miles from here was the beach, which no doubt was a popular tourist spot. He made a mental note to visit on his way out of town. However, he couldn't go there just yet. There was something far more important of which he needed to take care.
"I guess it's time for me to take your advice," Seth said to Kyra, who was resting on his shoulder as per usual. He looked up at the building before him, noting its unique style compared to the rest of the city. "Heh. Dad always did like to keep things traditional. This must be a dream come true for him."
Unlike the city buildings, the building before him was built with a skeleton structure made of timber, which had then been coated with multiple layers of hard plaster. The roof was supported by a similar wooden framework and topped with dark aquamarine-colored tiles. To embellish the building's true nature, the wall just beneath the peak of the roof was plated with brass, where the image of a large poké ball was engraved.
Seth took a breath and climbed the steps to the entrance. He pulled open the sliding door and stepped into the room, his footfalls creaking against the polished cedar floor. Here, he was met by a stocky man wearing a tan suit, who moved to greet him.
"Welcome, trainer! Are you here to challenge the gym?" the man addressed him, stepping in Seth's path to prevent his progress. "If you are, I hope you're ready for a real fight! Our new gym leader is the real deal! I hear he was recruited from all the way in Johto!"
"Oh no, I'm not here to challenge anything." Seth took a step back to put some space between himself and the man. Looking around, Seth couldn't see his father anywhere in the front room. "I'm just here to see my father. Could you go and find him for me?"
"Well, no offense, but I'm not an errand boy," the man said with a disinterested shrug, already moving back to his original position. "What makes you think I'd know your father anyway?"
"My father is the gym leader," Seth clarified. The man turned in surprise, and stared at Seth for several seconds before his expression turned thoughtful.
"That would do it. One moment then," the man conceded with a click of his tongue. He passed through one of the two doors in the back of the room, leaving Seth alone in the front room. He wasn't kept waiting for very long.
The familiar figure of Norman, Seth's elusive father, emerged from the rightmost door in the back wall. He cut an impressive figure, his very posture and gait betraying his inner strength. Norman's hair, though black like his son's, was cut significantly shorter and neater. His face was youthful for his age, with a chiseled jawline and well defined cheek bones.
More impressive was his body in general. Norman was very dedicated to his workout routine, and his diligence showed in the form hardened muscles that ran through his wiry arms and his pronounced abdominal and pectoral muscles.
For clothes, Norman wore a white undershirt that clung tightly to his body, and a crimson zipper jacket that flapped loosely behind him as he walked. Additionally, he wore a set of long athletic black pants with a chain clipped to his belt.
"Seth, you really are here. I thought he was kidding," Norman commented when he caught sight of his son resting against the wall on the other side of the room. Seth shifted uncomfortably under the intense gaze of his father, waiting with anticipation for his father to notice Kyra. "I was going to visit in a few days. Why didn't you wait until I…"
Norman cut off abruptly when he caught sight of Kyra standing on the floor beside Seth. Despite his father's usual composure, the bemusement was evident in his expression as the wheels in his mind turned. Kyra felt a little uncomfortable, and she shifted closer to Seth, clinging to his leg.
"You have a Pokémon," Norman observed. To anyone else, it may have seemed as though he was unimpressed, but Seth knew his father well enough to know when he was excited. However, this was the first time that excitement had ever been expressed towards Seth. A boyish grin crossed Norman's face, and he rapidly approached Seth. "Is this real? You're not playing a joke on me, are you?"
"Hey, Dad," Seth greeted his father awkwardly. He suddenly found himself at a loss for words, faced with Norman's imposing figure. He didn't exactly know how to have a conversation with his father. "It's not a joke. I had a few things I wanted to talk to you about."
"You're in luck. I have this evening free, so we can talk all you want," Norman offered. To Seth, it seemed as though his body was brimming with barely restrained enthusiasm.
"Really? The whole evening?" Seth could hardly believe what he'd just heard.
"That's what I said. I want to hear all about how you ended up with a Pokémon," Norman insisted. He motioned to Seth with a hand and headed back towards the door from which he'd entered. "Come on, we'll talk in the back."
Seth nodded and picked Kyra up, the Ralts squeaking as he placed her on his shoulders. He followed Norman through the door, discovering that the gym extended through several battle rooms, where the gym trainers resided. The ones they passed waved to Norman, but he mostly ignored them apart from a grunt of acknowledgment.
"Who's your friend?" Norman questioned as they walked, gazing at Kyra. "Have you named her yet?"
"I did. Her name is Kyra," Seth answered after a short pause. The fact that he had his father's full undivided attention still felt somewhat surreal to him, especially after all these years. When Seth saw Norman reaching for Kyra, he decided to warn him. "Be careful. She seems not to like it when anyone other than me touches her."
"Oh, is that so?" Norman withdraws his hand, though he appeared curious, rather than offended. He nods as if he'd expected this. "It's not unusual for a Ralts to bond so tightly with their trainers…but it is unusual that she feels that way towards you so soon. How long have you had her?"
Norman and Seth entered the final room, where the former would no doubt take on challengers. It was a simple room, consisting of a wide open room with a marked field in the center and rows of raised seating lining the perimeter. There was a single small door in the back of this room, which is where Norman led him.
The two of them sat down on the couches in this room, sitting opposite one another. Before Seth answered, he placed Kyra in his lap, where she rested comfortably. "It's been almost a week now," Seth answered. "Professor Birch is the one who gave her to me. He was rather insistent about it."
"Ah. I thought he might try," Norman admitted. His grin then returned. "But I'm more surprised about the fact that you accepted it. I'd always thought you didn't like Pokémon."
"It's not that I didn't like them, it's just…" Seth cut off in the middle of his sentence and sighed. He was here to talk about how he should proceed from here on out, not dredge up subjects that were best left unsaid. "I do like Pokémon. I don't like battling with them. That's actually the reason why I'm here."
Norman sat back in the couch, his grin fading. He waited for Seth to continue in silence. Seth took a breath. "I'm going on a trip around Hoenn," he revealed. Norman's eyes widened in response. "But having a Pokémon means I'm a trainer, and I still don't like to battle. I don't know how I should proceed."
"You're…asking me for advice?" Norman asked, looking as if that had been the last thing he'd expected. Seth nodded and looked down briefly out of discomfort, knowing how unusual of an interaction this was for them. Norman was quiet at first, but then a small smile crossed his face. "Alright, I'll do what I can. First, did Caroline already give you the money we saved up?"
"She did. I can't believe you two saved up all of that for me," Seth replied.
"We knew you'd want to go out and explore eventually, once you'd grown up," Norman stated with a shrug. "That'll at least get you somewhere. But more importantly, let's address this reluctance you have towards battling. I'll be blunt; as a trainer, you're not going to be able to avoid challenges."
"You see, I thought you'd say something like that," Seth responded with the disappointment evident in his voice. His frustration started to rise. Ever since he'd been offered this Pokémon, the thought of being dragged into battles always appalled him, and now it appeared that there was no escape. "Why does everything about Pokémon always come down to battles?"
"Calm down." Norman's eyes narrowed at Seth's tone, but he didn't raise his voice. Norman never raised his voice; His words were firm and biting, and their intensity alone was enough to cause Seth to flinch. "Don't you think you're generalizing too much? Having Pokémon is hardly all about battling with them. It's not that simple."
"Then what? Pokémon battles are almost all I ever hear about. Not to mention, it's 'bad etiquette' to turn down a trainer battle? How is that fair?" Seth demanded. Norman opened his mouth briefly, and then he sighed.
"Let's approach this from a different angle. What is it about battling that bothers you so much?" Norman tries again, remaining composed despite his son's rapidly declining mood.
"I don't like seeing Pokémon get hurt," Seth confessed. "I wouldn't bother with it at all, but…Kyra seems to like battling. That's why I don't know what to do."
Norman closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he pondered how to respond. When he opened them again, Seth blinked at the hard look in his father's eyes.
"I'm going to be brutally honest with you. Is that alright?" Norman asked softly. Seth hesitated. He was unsure what his father was going to say, but curiosity got the better of him. He nodded slowly. "Very well. I'll start by telling you that you're being both incredibly selfish and utterly foolish."
"W-What?" Seth stammered, recoiling as if he had been struck. What was even worse is that Kyra appeared to agree with Norman, as she was nodding. "What do you mean?"
"You said that Kyra likes battling, didn't you? That means that by keeping her from doing something that she enjoys all for the sake of protecting her, you're disregarding her wishes and thinking only of yourself. That is why I said you are being selfish," Norman lectured harshly. Seth wanted to protest, but the words wouldn't come to him. He hated to admit it, but his father had a point. "Secondly, let's talk about battles themselves. You do realize that no Pokémon are permanently harmed in these battles?"
"Yes, I know we have potions and Pokémon centers, but that doesn't make their pain irrelevant," Seth argued.
"Let's try a metaphor, then. Think of Pokémon battles as a sporting event. Is there a single type of sports that doesn't involve risk of some kind?" Norman tried a different tact. "Football, soccer, and even something as simple as running; these all involve some manner of risk. Why then, do you think people and Pokémon still participate in such events?"
"Because they enjoy it," Seth answered as though it were common sense. His eyes widened when he realized the point his father was trying to make. "It's not the same…those are…"
"It is the same. Think of boxing, wrestling, and other full contact sports. There's no difference between these sports and Pokémon battling," Norman insisted. He leaned forward. "Imagine a worried mother telling her son that he can't participate in any sports because she doesn't like the fact that he could be hurt. That is why I said you are being foolish."
Seth was speechless. In the face of his father's reasoning, he couldn't come up with a reasonable argument. Norman waited patiently in silence while his son struggled to process the thoughts running through his head.
"You're right," Seth finally admitted, the words tasting bitter as they left his lips. He felt sick to think that he'd been ignoring Kyra's feelings this whole time, and chastised that his father had to be the one to help him see that. "Honestly, before I got here, I thought you were just going to tell me to be a trainer and get over myself. Thank you for taking me seriously on this."
"You're an adult now, Seth. It's only right that I treat you as one," Norman responded, the smile returning to his face. An enthusiastic glint emerged in his eyes. "By the way, I want to hear about these battles you and Kyra have been in."
"One more thing before I do that. What should I do from here?" Seth asked.
"That's a conversation you should be having with Kyra," Norman pointed out. "Though, my opinion is that if she wants to battle, you should support her. Give her the challenges she seeks."
"You mean…the Hoenn League?" Seth asked uncertainly. Kyra lit up at that suggestion, and she made several happy hums. Seth chuckled a bit and stroked her hair gently. Thanks to Norman's words, the idea of taking on the league didn't seem nearly as appalling to him as it did before. But there was one small thing that bothered him. "D-Doesn't that mean I have to battle you?"
Norman laughed heartily at Seth's question. "In the future, perhaps, when you're stronger. Roxanne over in Rustboro would be a better place to start," he suggested. "But the point I was trying to make is that if you love and support Kyra and her interests, the bond between you will grow stronger yet. Be there for your Pokémon, and your Pokémon will be there for you."
"That sounds like something Professor Birch said to me," Seth remarked.
"Who do you think taught me that in the first place?" Norman returned with a smirk. He took a moment to glance at the clock, noting that it was starting to get close to dinner time. "Let me order some food for us, and then I want to hear about those battles. I'm curious to see how well you've done."
It wasn't hard to recognize that Norman lived for his Pokémon and for battle, so he wasn't often in the house back when they'd lived in Olivine. He and Seth had a difficult time relating to one another, as the latter hadn't shared the former's enthusiasm for Pokémon. Thus, this had been the first time for as long as Seth could remember that he'd spent so much time with his father.
"Thanks for taking the time to meet with me," Seth expressed gratefully as the two of them walked out of the gym that night. "I know you're often busy."
"It's no trouble. I'm just happy you came to see me," Norman returned sincerely. He shook his head, chuckling. "It's still surprising. I didn't expect you to show up today, much less as a trainer."
"Neither did I, but there it is," Seth admitted, petting Kyra gently as he cradled her in his arms.
"Do you have a place to stay the night? I have an extra room in the gym if you want it," Norman offered.
"Thanks, but I booked a room before coming here," Seth answered. With that, the two of them bid one another good night and Seth parted ways with his father. He walked through the darkened streets for several minutes, and then he sighed. "That was not at all how I expected that to go."
Kyra stirred in his arms and looked up at him with curious eyes. Seth smiled as he met her gaze. "He was right, though. I'm sorry for being so selfish, by the way. I didn't realize that battling means as much to you as exploring does to me," he apologized to her. Kyra returned his smile and leaned her head up with her lips poised to kiss him. Seth checked around to make sure there was no one nearby, and then he dipped down to accept her kiss, their lips brushing together briefly. "I wish I could ask you why you like battling so much. Not that I'm judging you of course, but I can't help being curious."
Seth continued walking through the city towards the edge of the city, where the hotel he'd chosen was located. He mused aloud about his future plans to Kyra, knowing full well that she couldn't answer.
He was keeping a close eye on his surroundings, but he wasn't prepared for the man that rushed around a nearby street corner and ran into his shoulder. Seth planted his feet just in time and remained upright, but the other man wasn't as lucky.
"Ah!" the man yelped in a soft tenor voice. He fell backward helplessly, his rear skidding along the pavement below. He thankfully managed to keep himself from hitting his head by planting his hand against the pavement. Panting, he looked up at Seth apologetically with pale blue eyes and lifted his hands placatingly. "I-I'm sorry. I was in a h-hurry; I didn't think anyone else would be out this late."
Seth looked down at him. The man looked to be distinctly younger than him, possessing a youthful rounded face and messy greenish hair. He wore a light blue sweater over a pair of khaki pants, and a small messenger bag was slung over his shoulder.
"Don't worry about it." Seth looked down at the man. He couldn't help but notice that the man was still panting, as though he were having trouble catching his breath. His skin appeared very pale as well, making Seth wonder if something was wrong with him. Seth leaned down partially and offered him a hand. "Here, take my hand."
The man smiled gratefully and accepted, his smaller hand seeming to slip into Seth's grasp. Seth planted a foot and tugged hard enough to pull the younger man up off of the ground. Halfway through, however, Seth realized that he'd put too much strength into it. The other man realized it as well, and as a result, he staggered in an attempt to halt himself.
Seth halted the man's progress forward by placing his hands on his shoulders. When he looked forward, he realized just how close the two of them were standing to one another. He could see the man's eyes just in front of his, their noses nearly touching. They stood like that for a moment, and then both of their cheeks turned a light shade of red. The two of them stepped away from one another and averted their gazes.
"S-Sorry, I pulled too hard…" Seth stammered.
"I'm sorry; I'm just so clumsy…" the younger man stuttered at the exact same time. The two of them cut off when they realized they were both apologizing, neither one of them knowing what to say next. Finally, Seth started to chuckle at the whole situation. Thus reassured, the other man laughed softly as well. "Um…should we…start over?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea," Seth agreed hastily. "My name is Seth. What's yours?"
"I-I'm Wally. It's nice to meet you, Seth." the man introduced himself, and then the two of them briefly shook hands. Seth was surprised by the handshake, as he was used to people having a stronger and more assertive grip than him, but Wally was just like him, such that Seth had to be the one to take the lead. "I'm sorry. This is such a strange way to meet someone."
"I'll say. Like you, I didn't think anyone would be out this late," Seth responded with a dry chuckle. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you out this late?"
Wally's eyes widened slightly at the question, and then his blush returned. As he replied, he nervously pressed the tips of his fingers together. "Um…well…I wanted to see the wild Pokémon in the route past here," Wally admitted. His way of speaking was unusual. He was soft spoken, but it was his intonation that caught Seth's attention; the way he spoke was shy, reserved, and somewhat feminine.
"You like to watch the Pokémon?" Seth asked with minor interest.
"Mhm! I love Pokémon, and watching them is the closest thing to having one of my own," Wally explained, his eyes shining despite his apparent nervousness. He then brought a hand to his mouth, as if he'd said something he shouldn't have. "W-Why, is that weird?"
"I don't think so. It is nice to see Pokémon in the wild," Seth agreed. Wally let out a quiet exhale of relief, and his lips curved into a smile. "Why can't you have one of your own?"
Wally's smile fell in an instant, to be replaced by a distinctly uncomfortable expression. He diverted his gaze away from Seth. "It's…It's because…I…" Wally started to say, but then he trailed off. He sighed, and then he briskly walked past Seth, looking sad. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't trouble you. Please excuse me; I need to get home before my family starts to worry."
"Hey, wait," Seth called after Wally, but it wasn't long before he was alone with Kyra in the streets. Seth blinked and gazed down the street with confusion and curiosity. He wondered if he'd said something wrong. "What was that all about?"
Seth started to strip down as soon as he was safely inside of his hotel room. It had been a long tiring day, and his body cried out for some rest. He set Kyra down on the bed and folded up his dirty clothes. "I can handle laundry tomorrow before I leave," Seth decided. He looked over to Kyra and smiled. "Maybe we can visit the beach as well before we leave town. After all, it's not like we're in a hurry, right?"
Kyra agreed by raising an arm and humming enthusiastically, earning a chuckle from Seth. He joined her on the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers. He lifted her onto his chest, one of his arms curled around her tiny body.
"That reminds me. I've decided that we're going to Rustboro next," Seth explained to her. He traced the lines of her neck and shoulders with his hand affectionately, causing her to lean her head against him. "I've decided that we're going to battle Roxanne."
Kyra's head jerked up in surprise, her mouth forming into an 'o' shape. "I still don't want to see you get hurt, but you're looking to challenge yourself, right? So I've decided to support you," Seth proclaimed. Kyra's body trembled from excitement, and then she threw herself against Seth, her arms wrapping around his neck in a happy embrace. Seth chuckled and stroked her back, finding her enthusiasm adorable. "In return, you have to put up with me every time I want to go off the beaten path. Deal?"
Seth offered a finger to Kyra, despite knowing how utterly silly he looked. Kyra didn't seem to mind, as she beamed and pressed the tip of her arm to his finger. Before Seth realized it, Kyra was kissing him again, her soft velvety lips pressing against his. Seth blushed, but happily returned her kiss, holding the Ralts steady on his chest and stroking the back of her head with a free hand.
Seth was familiar with the concept that a person could experience something only so many times before it became commonplace, or uninteresting. Yet, no matter how often he and Kyra spent time together like this, it had yet to lose its spark.
He spent several minutes just kissing her there in the bed, turning his head and allowed their tongues to meet. It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. He was content with this, but soon he started to feel a psychic tug on his boxers. He broke the kiss briefly and gazed into Kyra's eyes.
"Oh, you want to go further?" Seth asked softly, his heartbeat quickening with excitement. A naughty thrill coursed through him upon hearing Kyra's gentle coo. He nodded, an idea coming to him. "Can I try out what I learned from May on you?"
Kyra paused, and then she tilted her head, as if thinking. She glanced back at Seth's crotch, and then back at him. It took Seth a few moments to guess what she was thinking.
"Don't worry about that right now. I just want to see if what she taught me works for you as well," Seth assured her. Kyra nodded, and then she pulled back slightly. Seth hooked his fingers between her legs. "Could you spread your legs for me?"
Kyra blushed, but did as she was requested, spreading her legs as far as she could. Seth gazed at her small whitish-pink folds and did his best to remember how he'd handled this with May.
"Let's do it this way." Seth cupped Kyra's butt with his hands and brought her close enough so that he could reach between her legs without having to lift his head off of the pillow. Seth took a breath and pressed his lips to Kyra's slit.
To his surprise, she tasted nothing like May. Kyra had more of a gentle flavor, reminiscent of a sour vanilla. Seth's eyes widened and he dragged his tongue across her clit, wanting more. Kyra's blush intensified and she tilted her head back, a pleasured cry escaping her.
Spurred on by Kyra's sounds of pleasure, Seth parted his lips and closed them around her clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Kyra very quickly grew wet from arousal, causing the sour vanilla taste to grow stronger.
Seth gave a muffled gasp as he felt a phantom tingling sensation close around his erect shaft. He realized Kyra was still trying to please him in return, her body was glowing with psychic energy. It became harder for him to focus on what he was doing now that Kyra was gently stroking his shaft with her energy, but he forced himself to keep going, occasionally emitting soft moans into her slit.
Kyra's control over his telekinesis seemed to be improving, as Seth could feel her grip shifting and undulating along his length, stimulating him even better than before. She varied her pace as well, slowing down whenever Seth started to moan louder and more frequently, and speeding up after he quieted down.
As for Seth, he grew brave enough to slide his tongue deep into Kyra. Because of her small size, it didn't take him long for the tip of his tongue to reach her cervix. He made sure not to pressure it too much, instead focusing on gently sliding his tongue around such that the flesh would rub along her clit. Before long, as Seth felt the pressure building up in his loins, he managed to draw out Kyra's orgasm.
Kyra gasped and cooed happily as a rush of her fluids spattered onto Seth's face. He winced a bit and pulled back, chuckling as he wiped her juices off of his face. Yet he couldn't hold back for long himself.
"Ky-Kyra! I'm gonna…" Seth groaned. Just then, Kyra turned around and pressed her lips against the tip of his shaft, enveloping it just in time for him to cum. His shaft throbbed and spurted his seed into her waiting mouth. "Ah! Ah!"
Kyra did her best to catch it all, but she was small, so it was inevitable that some dribbled out around the corners of her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could until Seth was spent, and then she laid down on his chest, looking satisfied.
"That was…I don't think this is going to get old," Seth panted. He wiped away the little streams of cum from Kyra's mouth with his little finger, smiling at her happy expression. "Now, let's clean up and get some rest."
Kyra hummed softly, and then the two of them prepared for bed.
The next morning, Seth paid a visit to the nearest laundromat to take care of his dirty clothes, and then he took a walk around the outskirts of the city, stopping at a restaurant for breakfast along the way. He planned to visit the beach, but there was no reason he couldn't explore on the way there.
When Seth neared the path out of town that led back to Odale, he noticed the young man he'd met last night, Wally, sitting atop a tall ridge with his legs hanging over the edge. From there, Wally was gazing down at the wild Pokémon milling about in the tall grass below. He wore a sad smile as he watched them.
Seth's curiosity overcame his typically shyness, so he approached Wally and sat down on the cliff beside him. "Watching the wild Pokémon again?" he addressed him casually.
"Waah!" Wally yelped, the poor man almost falling off the ridge in surprise. He blushed deeply after he realized how undignified he looked. He ran a hand through his hair nervously as he looked up at Seth. "Oh, u-um…hello again, Seth."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you," Seth apologized. He looked down at the grassy field, noting the Pokémon there. Some of them he didn't recognize, but they weren't close enough for him to scan with his PokéDex. "Seems like there's a lot to see today."
"Mhm! It's very relaxing," Wally replied, finally recovered from the mild surprise. He pointed out at each of the different Pokémon. "See the Surskit skating across the water? And the Seedot hanging from the trees?"
Seth followed Wally's finger, noticing the spindly legged Surskit easily enough, but he couldn't find any Seedot…until he realized that what he'd thought were acorns were moving on the branches.
"Good eye. I didn't even realize those were Pokémon," Seth complimented him. To Seth's amusement, Wally grew somewhat embarrassed at the compliment, the man scratching at his neck. "Do you mind if I sit and watch them with you?"
"Really? You'd want to?" Wally asked with both surprise and hope in his voice. His eyes drifted to Kyra, who was sitting on Seth's lap. "I'd love that…but, don't you already have a Pokémon?"
"That doesn't mean I don't enjoy nature," Seth responded. His curiosity was becoming more and more pressing, but he didn't want to drive Wally off again. However, he couldn't help but notice how Wally gazed with masked envy at Kyra. In the end, he couldn't resist. "So, why don't you go out there and catch one of them?"
"I want to, but…" Wally didn't try to bolt this time, much to Seth's relief. Yet the subject seemed to trouble him just as much as it did last night. He blushed, and looked down at his hands. "I…I don't know how."
"Oh is that all? It's simple, in theory." Seth took out one of the many unused poké balls from his bag and showed it to Wally. "Supposedly with one of these, you hit the button and throw it at one of them when they're not expecting it."
Wally blinked, perplexed. "Supposedly? Haven't you caught any Pokémon? You must have, because…" His eyes trailed back to Kyra again.
"I haven't actually. Kyra here was given to me," Seth admitted, patting the Ralts on the head affectionately. An idea then came to him. Something about Wally made Seth want to help him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The "Tell you what. How much time do you have?"
"Time? I…well, I don't have to go back home to Verdanturf for another hour or so. Why?" Wally replied curiously.
"Great! Let's go try to catch you a Pokémon," Seth suggested, standing up. Wally stood up as well, the change in his expression occurring immediately.
"R-Really? You'd do that with me?" Wally exclaimed, his face lighting up with a happy smile. Just seeing that managed to lift Seth's spirits as well. He knew that this would likely take a while, but seeing that expression made it all worth it. However, that made it all the more painful when Wally forcefully curbed his own excitement, replacing his smile with a downcast expression. "You don't have to do that. I don't want to trouble you any more than I already have. I'll find a way to manage."
Seth gazed at Wally. He slowly reached out a hand, causing Wally to look at it with confusion. Then, without warning, he pinched Wally lightly on the left ear. Wally yelped and looked back at Seth, his confusion growing.
"You stop that. You said something like that last night, and that only made me more curious about you," Seth remarked with a click of his tongue. "Besides, you looked really happy just now. So let's go catch you a Pokémon."
"But…" Wally attempted to protest.
"No buts! We're doing this," Seth asserted. He briefly grabbed Wally's hand and pulled him along after him as he made his way down the hill towards the grassy field. Wally squeaked at the sudden contact, his blush returning with full force.
"Seth…" Wally emitted softly, but he didn't try to protest anymore. "Thank you."
The two of them headed to the field below, looking for Pokémon to catch. At first, Seth was content to give Wally his spare poké balls while he scanned the Pokémon he hadn't seen before, but after a short while, he noticed that Wally hadn't made any progress.
Wally appeared to be trying to catch a Taillow that was standing a few meters away from him, staring at him petulantly. Yet, he'd already tried three times, missing the bird each time.
"Let me help," Seth said. He walked up behind Wally and stood closely behind him. Seth pressed his chest up against Wally's back, using his hands to correct the younger man's throwing posture. Wally squeaked and turned about as red as a Wurmple in the process. "It's all in the wrist. If you hold yourself like this, you shouldn't have any trouble hitting your target. Let me show you."
Seth took out another spare poké ball and demonstrated how to properly throw it. Aiming at the Taillow, Seth hurled the ball with a flick of his wrist…only for the bird to avoid the ball by hopping to the left. Seth blinked, staring at the stubborn bird.
"Did it just…" Seth questioned aloud.
"It…It dodged," Wally observed.
"Okay, no," Seth decided. The two of them both took turns throwing poké balls at the Taillow, but it dodged each one of them with little effort. Seth grew increasingly frustrated. "You stupid bird, stand still!"
Eventually, Wally gave up and laughed merrily at how worked up Seth was getting. Finally, the bird stuck its tongue out at them both and took to the skies. Seth growled, but then he saw the pile of poké balls around where the Taillow had been, and realized how stupid he was being. Seth laughed nervously and went to gather them up.
Despite their best efforts, they made no progress towards catching any Pokémon. Wally's spirits were starting to drop as time went on, until he finally started to grow frantic.
Wally faced a Zigzagoon that was nearby, a poké ball clutched tightly in his hand. He waited patiently until the Pokémon wasn't looking, and then he threw the ball at it. To his delight, the ball opened and sucked the Zigzagoon inside in a flash of light. The ball fell to the ground and twitched multiple times, but it was in vain. The Zigzagoon burst free after a few seconds. It growled at Wally and then dashed into a nearby thicket.
"Why is this happening?" Wally cried out sadly. "I didn't think it would be this difficult just to catch one Pokémon…"
"Neither did I. The books always make it sound so easy; just throw a poké ball at the thing and hope it sticks. Yet it isn't sticking," Seth admitted. "How much time do you have left?"
"I already got the call from my family. I should have left by now," Wally admitted. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he gazed at the empty field where Pokémon had once been. "This isn't fair. I just wanted one Pokémon to take back with me so I wouldn't be lonely…"
"You're lonely in Verdanturf?" Seth asked curiously. Wally nodded sadly.
"I'm…I'm shy, so I don't have any friends there," Wally admitted. "My family is often busy, so I'm usually alone. It's just…this time, I hoped I could find a friendly Pokémon to bring with me, so we could do all sorts of things together. I guess that was too much to ask for."
"Hey," Seth said to him, but the words to cheer Wally up didn't come to him. Seth's spirits fell as well, realizing that he'd failed in helping Wally get himself a Pokémon. He stood in front of Wally and placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Suddenly, he froze. "Wally…"
"W-What is it?" Wally asked nervously, recognizing the sudden change in Seth's tone. He noticed Seth was staring over his shoulder. "What are you looking at?"
"Turn around, slowly. Don't make any sudden moves," Seth directed him in a low whisper. Wally looked frightened, but he did as he was told. His gasped softly at what he saw.
A lone Ralts stood just in front of a patch of tall grass, its head tilted to one side. It was a little taller and bulkier than Kyra was, suggesting that it was of the male variety. Despite that, Kyra didn't appear to show any interest towards him. The Ralts stepped closer when Seth backed away, suggesting he had an interest in Wally.
"Hey there, little guy," Wally called out to the Ralts softly, his former despair dissipated like mist in the sunlight in the wake of this new occurrence. Wally knelt down and held out a hand to the Ralts.
The Ralts approached one slow step at a time, making high pitched purrs as he did so. Eventually he was close enough that Wally gingerly tried to stroke his hair. To his surprise, the Ralts allowed him, closing his eyes and humming softly in response.
"Aren't you just the cutest thing? Yes you are," Wally cooed softly to it, his lips curving into a happy smile at the way the Ralts nestled his head against the hand. "Do you want to be my friend?"
The Ralts made another hum, as though agreeing. Wally tentatively took out a poké ball and pressed the button against the Ralts' head. The ball opened with a flash, and the Ralts was gone. Wally managed to catch the ball before it fell. Surprisingly, the ball didn't twitch at all, and instead sealed shut with a click.
Wally gazed in a disbelieving silence at the unmoving ball, and then he stood up with a cry, pressing the ball against his cheek. "I…I did it! I can't believe it!" Wally exulted ecstatically, practically dancing around with joy. He turned to Seth, showing him the happiest expression he'd ever seen him wear. "Seth, I have a Pokémon! A Pokémon of my very own!"
"Congratulations Wally. Though I have to say, I didn't expect it to be a Ralts like mine," Seth remarked, feeling relieved. "I'm an awful teacher. Looks like in the end, you didn't need me after all."
"Th-That's not true! Without you, I'd never have come down here in the first place!" Wally protested. He reached forward and grasped Seth's hands, gazing up at him with shining eyes. "I have a Pokémon thanks to you. You're…you're…"
"I-I'm what?" Seth stammered a bit, blushing at the way the two of them were clasping each other's hands. Wally blushed as well, his eyes turning hopeful.
"Can…Can I call you my f-friend?" Wally asked shyly. At Seth's surprised look, he hastily tried to correct himself. "Wait, is that not how I should ask? Am I asking too soon? Oh, I'm not good at this…"
It finally came to Seth why he went to all this extra effort for someone he hardly knew. It was because he found Wally cute. He was utterly, hopelessly cute. Seth wasn't sure it was right for him to think something like that about another man, but he just couldn't help himself.
"You're fine, Wally. Yes, I think it's alright to say that we're friends," Seth assured him. Wally smiled brightly in response.
"Yes! I'm sure we'll be great friends!" Wally exclaimed cheerfully. He then realized that he was still holding onto Seth's hands. His face suffused with pink, and he quickly withdrew his hands. "But…now I have to go back to Verdanturf. I've already kept my family waiting longer than I should have."
"I understand. I won't keep you," Seth said with a nod.
"Um…will you come visit me if you ever end up in Verdanturf?" Wally asked hopefully. Seth didn't know where Verdanturf was on the map, but he knew he would eventually end up in the area, because it was his goal to explore all of Hoenn.
"You can count on it. Even if I didn't do much, I still had fun today with you," Seth promised.
"R-Really? I'm so glad!" Wally emitted happily, closing his eyes briefly. Unfortunately, it was time for him to go, and as such he started to move away from Seth. "I really have to get going now. But I'm really happy I met you!"
Seth watched him go, placing his hands in his pockets. Once he was gone, Seth sighed, turning back towards the town as well. "Yeah…I'm really happy I met you too."
Author's Note:
Aaaaaah! I had so much fun writing this chapter! I think some of you had noticed through my messages, but I adore Wally to bits. He is just the absolute cutest thing to ever exist in pokemon. I was taken with him the moment I met him in the game. He was just so shy and so kind and... *we apologize as the author proceeds to take a moment to fangirl squeal*
That aside, I should probably warn the readers who aren't into boy love that there is going to be some (I think this chapter made that totally obvious). Wally is absolutely my favorite of the characters in this game, so I just can't abstain from including some fun with him.
Moving on, Norman came rather easily to me for some reason. I found this picture on the internet of a very attractive version of him standing beside a Rayquaza, so ever since then, I've pictured him like that (and not derpy like pretty much everyone seems to look in the anime). I can't wait until I write that gym battle.
As always, thank you so much for reading this far! Now then, the next chapter will include the next pokemon to join Seth's team! Look forward to it!
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