Pokémon Obsidian | An Orre Fanfiction

Chapter 100: Closure

A huge backpack was open on Wisteria's bedroom floor. Most of her wardrobe was on the floor, too. Around it, the shiny steel walls were covered in greasy marks where posters were torn down to make room for Wisteria's framed awards and ribbons. A dusty globe was dotted with colourful pins. Notepads and guidebooks piled up on the desk. On the bookcase they came from, filled with mostly Pokémon and science books, were family photos. Wisteria was glancing hesitantly up at those when her pet Mudkip nudged her. Its dejected eyes overflowed. It didn't want her to go.

'You're gonna water all our cute plants. I promise I'll bring some new ones home for us.'

That made Mudkip feel a little better. Wisteria was convincing herself as much as her Pokémon. She knew she would miss her family so much it hurt.

'But I gotta do what I gotta do...'

Her eyes sparkled. 'Like decapitating Toru Oak.'

Mudkip giggled. Wisteria stroked its damp head before returning to her backpack. She could only take what she needed most. If she wasn't adventuring to challenge Gyms, she wouldn't need her tent or other camping gear. Maybe she could justify her make-up bag.

'What's the big deal with him?!'

Wisteria jumped. She didn't see Hop peering in.

'Grandpa! Don't sneak up on me like that. And what do you mean, "what's the big deal with him?" I could've beat him, but I lost! Of course he's on my hit list.'

'OK, then...'

'And I know he'll be back for a rematch. He'll be married to Holly by the time I come home.'

Smirking, Hop opened his mouth to say something. He changed his mind.

'What?'

'Nothing... you'll just blab about it.'

'What?'

Wisteria frowned. 'Blab about what? I'm not the blabbermouth. That would be Aiko. Or Chess. He's a quiet one. You don't expect him to do it. He's dangerous!'

Hop's radio beeped. Jovi asked where Wisteria was.

'Right here.'

'Tell her there's a "hot guy" here to see her.'

Wisteria blinked. She didn't seem sure whether her eyes should have lit up or not.

'The hot guys are supposed to show up after I conquer the world. Not when I'm about to leave! Who is it, anyway?'

'Why don't you come and see for yourself?'

Sighing, Wisteria stood to trudge out of the residential wing into the reception area. Whitby stood with hands in pockets. He surveyed Wisteria's Clearwater Clobbopus jersey with a distant grimace.

'How long have you been wearing that? Since the game? Doesn't it stink?'

'You and your Falinks Fannies stink. Defect or get out!'

She hesitated. None of Whitby's Pokémon could fly. It must have taken hours for him to drive all the way from Phenac. She did still like him, of course. She just refused to back down once she got invested in something and she was invested in denouncing Whitby as a 'Falinks Fanny.'

'Well, you were wearing a Falinks hat and jersey when you arrived...'

'That's just a rumour. I can't believe anyone would say such a thing!'

'Maybe it's the photographic pr–'

'I'm way out of your league. Go get drunk with Douche-o Oak.'