Luvdiscs (NEW)

13 - Stirring up mischief

Smirking, Blaze stared at the girl and watched as she hung her head silently. Then she balled up her fists and swung them at him.

But he caught them.

"Go home Sam. We're done here." His voice had a certain persuasive and authoritarian tone to it. He really was pulling some strings, however it seemed so subtle and natural that it was almost invisible. Brendan looked over to May who seemed confused: she clearly hadn't taken notice of what was really going on.

Taking a deep breath, Sam yelled, "FUCK OFF! YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" She went to hit him again but he dodged the attack.

Brendan felt shivers go down his spine as he saw the boy's smug expression grow. "I'm rather busy right now, Sammy, so if you don't mind, I have some Caelums to greet." Blaze turned only to be stopped by a pale and shaky Sam. "Hm?"

"No." She planted her feet firmly in the ground. "I don't know what you did, but you're not going near them." Sam scowled as she tugged him back.

He smiled. "That's what you think, Horton."

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It'd been a day or two since Brendan's outing with the girls had been cut short. He'd been rather quiet since then and hadn't gone out. Until now, that is; Wally had been told he could go home and so had texted Brendan. The brunette had agreed, thinking that it'd probably get his mind off a lot of the drama.

Kit and Ikara played around their trainers' feet while the pair strolled around Littleroot. Everything was peaceful and calm around the small town. The air was fresh and had a sweet smell, though that was probably due to the amount of flowers and berries blooming.

Brendan kept his eyes on Wally as they chatted and he couldn't help feeling a strange sort of relief as a smile spread across his face. Wally's lime, messy hair was longer than it was when he'd started his journey. It almost reached his shoulders and swayed with the breeze. He couldn't keep his hands from reaching out and touching his hair. Wally then let out a squeak and stopped walking. His pale skin was now red and his blue eyes frantically glanced at Brendan's brown ones then looked away.

"W-why'd y-you do th-that?" Wally still tried to avoid his gaze. His thin hands fidgeted and hesitated to reach for Brendan's slender hand - which was currently tangled in his hair.

It took him a minute before he quickly tugged his hand away earning a yelp from Wally. "Sorry!" he blurted without thinking. "It just looked so soft, I couldn't resist." He scratched the back of his neck and sweated nervously.

Wally rubbed his head and started to scold an apologetic older boy, only to be interrupted by Kit and Ikara growling and hissing. They both directed their attention at the blonde in front of their pokemon. He had his hands behind his head and an innocent smile with gleaming lime eyes. At his side was a persian that hissed back at the other felines.

Looking over at Wally, Brendan could see his widened eyes and shaking stance easily. He turned back to the blonde and recalled seeing him before he found a badly beat-up Wally. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. He clenched his teeth and glared at the boy. He was the same height as May and fairly slender.

He smirked and feigned astonishment, "what a lovely surprise!" Sarcasm radiated from him. "Gosh, I didn't expect to see Mr Frail today! How's those bruises? Not enough? Or was it too much for the little baby?" His voice and gestures were mocking, and he giggled.

"You better shut your fucking mouth," barked Brendan. He was already in between the pokemon, inching closer to the blonde.

The blonde tilted his head in question then burst out laughing. "Or else what? Did the leech come wriggling back to his friends for help? Awww, even his boyfriend's protecting his dumb ass!" he sneered.