@ Jos - I don't particularly want to chalk up any more names on Page 4's wall of shame, let alone up to 6 at one go.. I guess i'll just have to move in blind.
@ Omega - Not while Shalal's dragging his goddamn feet (hooves?) so much. I'll just go in now. Death and Glory! Blood and Thunder! Victory at Sea!
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Chapter 40: Freudian Slips
Okay..
Guess i'd better get registered if i'm gonna challenge the Elite Four..
"Damn straight! Let's go, let's go, let's go! Move, move, move!"
Damn it, Aaron, what's with your grumbling all of a sudden?
"Well, you're not the one who'd had to fight such inferior specimens all day" chimed Gozer, barely stifling a yawn.
Okay, okay, I get it.
'Scuse me, m'am? We'd like to register a challenge.
"O-Only if it's not too much trouble, of course, madam.."
Charles.. Not! The time!
"Okay, sir, could I just get your trainer ID number?"
37920.
"And name?"
Steven.
All the pokemon were looking at me, bewildered now.
I-I mean, Stan!
But, it was too late, as made obvious by the scorched teeth rapidly leaving my mouth following a flaming roundhouse kick to the jaw.
While trying to get acquainted with my new best friend, the surprisingly clean flooring, my encounter was suddenly cut short by a sneaker's heel being brought down on my throat.
With a sickening gurgle.
"You sick piece of !" was screeched at me in a decidedly female voice, from what appeared to be the figure pinning me.
"D'you have any idea what you've put us through?!"
That damn Blaziken..
Uh- Hey, hey, May! Long time, no see!
"LONG TIME, NO SEE?!? Oh sure, STEVEN.. Or should I call you STAN?!"
Yeah, about that.. Well, Birch wouldn't give me a new pokemon, you remember, and so I needed a fresh start and -
"So you FAKED YOUR OWN DEATH?!"
Uhm. Yeah.
"...
It's been six years, Steven...
How d'you think your mother took it?
Didn't you think of her?"
Of course I did. I was sorry for her all the time.
"Then why did you do it in the first place?", she growled softly, rising from her position and allowing me to breathe again.
...
I-I just had to, May. Believe me, I had to.
I had to get stronger.
"You had to?
You had to indulge your lust for power and adventure, so you faked your own death and ran off for six years, based all on a decision made as a ten-year old?"
Y-No!
No.
It-It's more complicated than that.
"...
I'm sure it is." she replied, with obvious venom and disgust.
"Look, I don't care whether you want to play heroes of the universe here or not.
I just want to see your mother smile again.
Just go now, visit her, show her you're safe by appearing in the flesh.
...
She never gave up, you know.
Please, just turn back now and be with your family again.."
...
No.
"Than- Wait, WHAT?!"
No.
I came here to win. I'm not leaving till i'm the Champion.
"And when you fail again?"
If.
"When."
...
IF I fail again, then the shame of my existence with such dishonour won't be given a chance to infect mother.
"Y-You're not seriously-"
I faked it once.
The reality is only one baby step further on.
"...
You're insane. You've finally gone completely insane!"
Have I, May? Have I really?
Or have I just gained the strength to take such risks at last?
"Steven.
No more fooling around.
You'll come back to Littleroot with me this instant, and i'll try to help you patch things up with your mother the best I can." she commanded firmly.
I could do nothing but remain silent.
"...
Steven - If you go through those doors now and face the Elite Four, don't ever let me catch you around Littleroot again, no matter what happens.
Or I WILL kill you."
And with that, she stormed out the front door.
"So what name is this challenge for, again?" chirped the desk clerk suddenly with usual chintzy cheeriness.
...
Okay, guys.
Sorry i've been lieing to you for so long.
But, together we've grown stronger together and I know we can now win.
...
Of course, if you don't want to - after all this - then I understand.
Charles was the first to step forward.
"I'll stand with you to the end, if you need me, sir." he announced, in his most noble air.
"Starting a fight without me? Stevey, where's your manners?" bellowed Aaron playfully.
"I suppose it could be fun.."
Yes, Bella, it could. And the assistance of you in this means a lot to me. And the rest of you?
"Eh.. I'm good with anything, mon frere.." drawled Shalal, looking considerably too calm for his own good.
"You don't expect us to
work, too much, do you?" queried Gozer, reclining lazily in mid-air.
No, no.. I'm sure it'll be fine..
And you, Vlad?
Stopping from circling the walls and ceiling for only a couple of seconds, he quickly blurted out "To pay more is the easy way. In fact, the solution possibilities to the problem are many.", before carrying on his cycle.
Uh-
Huh.
...
I'll just take that as a yes.
Guess we're as ready as we'll ever be..
...
Good. We'll run the gauntlet.
Okay, everyone!
Here's some Moo-Moo milk, make sure to use it sparingly.
We may never know when we'll need it.
Okay..
Let's hustle.
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Chapter 41