To be the Very Best (Pokémon X Male Reader)

Masters EX Arc Chapter 4 - Battle Vs Rivals Nemona and Zinnia!

The world was a blur of chaos—screams, shouts, the pounding of feet on the pavement. My chest was tight, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I stumbled forward, my vision swimming in and out of focus. Blood dripped from my hand, pooling in my palm around the shattered remains of a Pokéball. The jagged pieces dug into my skin, but the pain was distant as if it belonged to someone else.

I couldn't make sense of what had just happened. My mind was a storm; every thought collided with the next until nothing made any sense. The world felt like it was tilting, spinning out of control, and I was barely hanging on, grasping at the edges of reality.

I looked down at my hand again, at the blood and the broken fragments of the Pokéball. Something inside me twisted, a cold, nauseating feeling that spread from my stomach up to my throat. I tried to swallow, but it felt like I was choking. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was locked, and all I could do was stand there, trembling.

What had I done?

I forced myself to look up, trying to make sense of the chaos around me. People were running, pushing past me as they fled, their faces twisted in fear. Their voices were a cacophony of terror, a noise so overwhelming that it drowned out everything else. I could hear the sounds of Pokémon crying out in distress, adding to the unrest.

But then, through the noise, one voice cut through.

"Y/N!"

I turned towards the sound, my movements sluggish and disoriented. Nemona was there, her eyes wide with shock and horror. Her hands were covering her mouth as she looked at me, her face pale.

"What have you done?! What have you done?!"

Her words were like a knife to my chest, cutting through the fog in my mind. I blinked, trying to focus on her, trying to understand what she was saying, what she was seeing. But the more I wanted to grasp it, the further it slipped away.

I looked down again at my bloodied hand, at the shattered Pokéball. The reality of what I had done was beginning to settle in, a weight so heavy that it felt like it was going to crush me. I wanted to answer her, to explain, but I didn't have the words. I didn't even know what had happened myself.

All I could see were the fragments, the blood, and the look of sheer horror on Nemona's face.

Her eyes were full of disbelief, of fear. Not just for whatever had just happened but fear of me. That realization hit harder than anything else. My legs buckled beneath me, and I sank to the ground, my vision darkening at the edges.

I wanted to tell her it wasn't supposed to be like this, that I hadn't meant for this to happen, but the words wouldn't come. The only sound that escaped me was a ragged, broken gasp as I stared at my hands, trembling uncontrollably.

The world was spinning out of control, and I was falling into the void, unable to stop it.

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The roar of the crowd echoed in my ears as I watched the final moments of the match unfold. Zinnia and Nemona were relentless, their synergy impeccable as they overwhelmed Serena and Leaf. Even from this distance, I could see the determination in their eyes, the fiery passion that fueled every command, every move. And just like that, it was over. Nemona's voice rang out in triumph as her Pokémon landed the final blow, securing their victory.

There was no doubt about it now. My next battle would be against my two most significant rivals.

Hope handed me a drink, whistling softly as she took in the outcome. "Looks like it's us against Nemona and Zinnia," she said, almost sounding excited.