"Jeez quit moving around, kid!" Tracey yelled
"Well that wouldn't be very fun!" I laughed back, dodging her Swift attack. It fizzled out behind me as it cut into a thick tree trunk. "Too slow, Tracey!"
"Hey, you're not supposed to be able to evade that? How does that even work?" She exclaimed.
A smirk quickly spread across my face. "Well it's like this..." I appeared behind her and pulled her arms back. "You weren't attacking the real me!" I chuckled, letting loose a powerful Discharge. She screamed and fell to the ground. The other me vanished into thin air.
"Double Team... Nice..." Tracey groaned.
"And who's the winner once again? Come on lemme hear it loud and proud!" I thrusted my fist into the air with a smile. "And the winner is... Ryan Sparker! Come on Trace, say it!"
"Alright, alright." Tracey giggled. "You're still the champ, Ryan. But seriously, try and lay off the zealous Discharges next time.... Ugh, I feel like microwaved popcorn."
"Sorry. I'm really trying my hardest honestly." I helped her to her feet. She swung an arm over my shoulder for support.
"It's fine. You wouldn't really lay off on someone who's trying to kill you..."
"Hush, Trace. Save your energy for the walk back to Rustboro."
I slowly half walked, half carried her back to the windy path in the forest. Half way back to town, she sighed. "You doin' okay?" I asked.
"I'm cool, kiddo. I don't mean to whine but why don't we just fly back? What's Zeky doing in there?" She chuckled, rapping her tired fist on my forehead.
"Zekrom left for the clouds with Giratina and Arceus days ago. Being inside of a body isn't like being in a Pokeball. I hear it can get cramped." I told her.
"Seems legit.." Tracey scoffed.
"Hey, I don't know what they do just yet." I said. "It's only been, what, five years since they came out of me for the first time?"
"That's kinda long, don't you think?"
"Not long enough, Trace. You have no idea..."
"Yeah, yeah..." Tracey stretched her arms and ran her fingers through her frizzy ponytail. "I'll make it back on my own. Why don't you go on and celebrate another victory? I bet Violet's dying to hear from you."
"Isn't she always?" I sighed. Violet was my self proclaimed girlfriend who I shared my apartment and my life with. "Well, better late than never."
Tracey waved to me as she walked up the path and into Rustboro City.
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"Jason! Quit playing around!" Magenta wailed, chasing after Jason, or rather, the small purple comb stuck in his red locks of hair. "I need my hair to look nice for my date!"
"Catch me, then, catch me!" Jason laughed, running in circles and dodging her by jumping over her bed until he smacked himself into a wall. Magenta bent over and snatched the comb from his head.
"Hmph, serves you right." She scowled, instantly regreting her words. She stuck the comb in the pocket of her mauve colored jeans, scooped him up in her arms, and rubbed his forehead. "Ow..." he whined.
"You okay, Jay?"
"Uh huh." He nodded. "Sorry."
"Oh, don't worry about it. Look, there's a time for playing, and this just isn't one of those times, kay?" She said.
"Um, okay. But, who're you going out with?" Jason asked. "Is he nice? Does he treat you okay?"
"Jason, please, you're too smart for you own good sometimes." Magenta smiled. "I wouldn't go out with someone who I didn't love. Why do you want to know anyway?"
"I want to protect you, Magenta. I don't want you to get hurt that's all." Jason answered.
"Aww, you're such a gentleman." Magenta set him down and ruffled his hair. "How about this. If anything happens to me, you'll be the first to know, deal?"
"Deal!" Jason exclaimed.
"Finally got him to stop running around huh?"
Magenta turned towards her bedroom door and smiled. "Oh, dear, he's certainly active." She sighed.
"Ryan!" Jason exclaimed. He ran over and hugged my leg.
"Did you give Magenta a hard time?" I asked, patting his back.
"Tried to delay my date, that's all." Magenta laughed. She faced her mirror and began running the comb through her shoulder length, magenta colored hair. I couldn't help but gaze at her. I'd know her since she was a tiny little girl, and I was amazed at the woman she'd become. I saw her sneak a peak at me and smile. "You, uh, looking for Violet?" She asked shyly.
"Jason first, Violet later." I replied.
"She was here a while ago." Jason said. "She left with Kray."
"Don't you find that a bit weird? I can't remember the last time those two did anything together..." Magenta layed her comb on her dresser, looking a bit down. "Those two... I just don't get them."
"Don't worry about it, Magenta." I put my hands on her shoulders and faced her toward the mirror. "Don't think about anything but your date, alright. Nothing's more important than that right now. By the way, who's the lucky guy?"
"His name's Faze Aldridge. He's been so lovely to me;I love him so much." Magenta said. " I'm meeting him by the north gate. Why don't you tag along and get to know him?"
"Oh no, there's one thing you don't need. I can't allow myself to take away from the intimacy." I chuckled. "I really appreciate the offer, but when you're on a date, it's all about you. No friends no family."
"Yeah, you're right, but seriously, you've got to meet Faze soon."
"When the time comes, dear." I smiled. I held my hands out for Jason to jump into them. "See you later, and good luck."
"Thanks, Ryan." She waved to me and Jason as I walked out of the room.
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"So, how much trouble did you give Magenta?" I asked, propping Jason onto my shoulder.
"We had fun! No trouble!" Jason laughed. "But I am worried about her date?
"A six year old worried about a date? Boy, you're too smart sometimes." I answered. "Listen, how it goes is none of our business, and I'm sure Faze is a nice guy."
"So, it's wrong to be worried?" Jason asked.
"No. All I'm saying is that I don't think you have to be. That doesn't mean you shouldn't be worried about your friends. Espescially if you love them." I explained. "Clear your head for now, alright? We've got Violet to-"
"Violet's home?" He shouted into my ear. "Violet's home! Violet's home!"
"I didn't think you'd be that excited!" I exclaimed, nearly losing balance. "She hasn't been gone that long."
"Hurry, hurry, let's go!" He exclaimed, completely ignoring me.
"Alright, alright, don't lose your head!" I chuckled.
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Borough Devon, owner of Devon Corps, sighed as he arrived at the roof of his hotel.
"You wanted to speak to me?" Borough said, gesturing to the Gadevoir dressed from head to toe in jet black. He ran a finger through the curl of his hair by his ear and lowered his green binoculars from his eyes.
"I don't know anymore..." He sighed. "Is there a reason for anything?"
"Since when do you get depressed, Zenith?" Borough chuckled, insensitively.
"Can it sand-man!" Zenith shouted. "I've been going through a lot, alright?"
"Uh huh. You still haven't told me what you made me walk up here f-"
"Is Ryan still living here?" Zenith interrupted.
"Ryan Sparker? Totes, man, he never left since you did." Borough exclaimed. "Er, why did you leave anyway?"
"I told you before, remember?" Zenith growled. "Zoey forced me and Sato to leave. That slimy bitch thought she'd be proving something if she made it seem like she was in control of the both of us..."
"Okay... and you're back now because..."
"Because I'd like to make things right, Devon. Ryan and I got off on the wrong foot. It's taken me six years to finally cut Zoey out of our lives, so I won't pass up this chance." Zenith brought the binoculars to his face and looked at the Talonflame flying by.
"Wait you said 'we'. Who else came with you? Just curious." Borough asked, also looking the bird.
"Duh, Devon. I brought me daughter. Why wouldn't I?"
"Oh, Sato's here? Well why don't you let her know that Ryan's still here? She'll be overjoyed!" Borough exclaimed
"That brings me to the second reason I called you up here...." Zenith dropped the binoculars again, letting them hang by the string around his neck as he faced Borough. "I'm trying to prevent that from happening, and you're going to help me."
With that he whistled loudly and the Talonflame swooped down and landed next to him.
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