Hasent and the Fire of Tecnicone | A Pokemon Fanfiction (Old Version)

Chapter 20: The Final Reveal

"So, is that it?" Serena asked as she took a small sip of her tea. "Is it over?"

Elizabeth's eyes smiled as she too drank her tea and then gingerly placed the cup back on the table before her. She briefly glanced over at Fletchling, who was hovering nearby the entrance to the cafe, and smirked. "It is. With Takito safely restrained within the confines of a poke ball, Kalos no longer needs to live in fear of an attack."

"That's great!" Ash cheered, leaping up and nearly upsetting the table.

"Pika!" the electric Pokemon agreed with a small wag of its tail.

"So, what will you do now?" Clemont asked. Luxray looked up from its dozing to allow its trainer to scratch its head. "With Takito defeated, what are your plans going forward from here?"

"Oh," Elizabeth glanced down at the table. "You're right. I suppose...I've spent so much time and energy focusing on finding Hasent, that I never really thought about it. What...what do you all suggest?"

"You have Pokemon, right?" Ash jumped in. "Why not go on a journey? It would be a great way for you to grow stronger together!"

"Ash is right!" Serena added, beaming. "We all went on a journey together once! It brought us closer together as friends and we became better trainers because of it! Don't you think so, Braixen?"

"Braixen brai!" the fox nodded as it held up a macron and prepared to take a bite.

Like a homing missile, Chespin, who had been busy trying to shove its way into Pancham's bowl of food, smelled the pastry and came faster than it normally moved on its own. With a yelp, it lunged at the food, ripping it from Braixen's paw just as it was about to bite down, and landing with a graceful cartwheel a few yards away. At first, Braixen did not seem to realize what had happened.

That is, until it tried to take a bite of thin air.

"Braix?" it gasped, eyes widening as it searched frantically for its missing macron.

"Ches...chespin!" Chespin plopped down a few feet away and began scarfing its stolen prize down.

Braixen spotted it. "BRAIX!"

"Ches?" the grass type looked up nervously.

"BRAIX...EN!" the fire type whipped out its stick which immediately exploded into flames.

Chespin cringed as it realized what a type disadvantage it was at. It was a grass-type, easily scorched by its fire-type counterpart. "Ches...CHESPIN!" It caved under the pressure...stuffed the rest of the macron into its mouth...and bolted.

"Chespin..." Clemont moaned, face-palming as the Pokemon darted by his chair. "Come on. Not again..."

"Braixen!" Serena added with a groan. "There are more macrons. You don't have to turn Chespin into ashes."

"Braix! Braix!" The fox argued, lunging for Chespin who made a desperate break for cover behind Luxray who slyly held up its tail, tripping the little grass-type and sending it tumbling to the earth, macron still firmly in its mouth.

"Ches...pin..." it groaned, rolling over only to find Braixen staring it down with a glare hot enough to melt steel.

"Now, Chespin," Clemont began, adjusting his glasses meaningfully. "You know you shouldn't go around eating other Pokemon's food. If you had wanted another, you should have just asked Serena. You made Braixen upset. You should apologize to it right away!"

"CHES?" the Spiny Nut Pokemon, hearing the scolding tone in the inventor's voice, quickly bounced back to its feet and quickly bowed over and over to Braixen who folded its arms and looked down its snout at the smaller Pokemon.