The Following Chapter is in the Point Of View of an Unnamed (Male) Classmate.
"Machamp use Close Combat!!!" I viewed the following match. Absolutely amazing he was. Mark Faitsu. The man who I believe is going to be the next Champion of the Kanto Region... but..
"*Whistle!*"
"The match goes to the Champion Lance!"
"You fought hard... but not hard enough"
"Thank you for the battle!" Mark shouted. But Lance just turned his back, walking away from my view.
"Aagh!!" Mark screamed. "I can't believe I lost!"
"I was sure you were going to beat him. I guess the Champion title isn't just for show" I said.
"There's always a next time though." Mark looked at me and smiled. "Soft hair as always." He told me whilst scruffing up my hair.
"Hey Stop!!" I fought back. "You jerk!"
"But you're hair's so soft, and cute."
"I don't think that's something you'd usually say to another guy."
"But it's true." Said Mark.
"Let's not worry about me for a moment. Mark, how are you feeling?" I asked him
"How am I feeling?" Mark thought to himself for a quick moment. "Same as always"
"Are you sure you're not feeling down? Or frustrated at all?"
"Nope?"
"Really? But you lost a very important match."
"I know!" Mark stood up from the bench we were on. "Haha!" He laughed grabbing my head.
"Hey!? That's my hairclip!? You know how important that is, give it back!" I laughed and started chasing him around.
"Come on, catch up! You can do it!" He teased me.
"You know I'm not that fast! Come back!~" I whined.
I chased Mark for a while. We ran across the town, finally landed back to his home.
"*slam!*" Mark slammed his front door wide open and stomped his way upstairs.
"Hello Mr. and Mr. Faitsu!" I hastily greeted Mark's parents. "Sorry but your son has turned into a thief!" I took off my shoes and put them on the shoe rack. "Sorry to disturb!!"
"Okay? Don't wreck anything okay boys?!" One of Mark's dads shouted from downstairs.
I opened the door leading to Mark's room. He was laying down so nonchalantly.
"Give it back.." I stared him down.
"Make me" He mocked me.
I leaped towards my friend and snatched my hairpin off him.
"You tired?" Mark asked me.
"Nah, I just woke up. What do you think?!" I raised my voice.
"Just lay down." Mark invited me to his bed. So I laid down next to him. "Do you think I have what it takes to be the Champion?"
"Who knows."
"Is that a yes or no?!"
"Yes, I think you have what it takes. You're the strongest trainer our age dude. You even got scouted by Kanto's Elite Trainer School!!"
"Yeah, so? Going to some fancy school isn't going to make me the champion."
"But you won't have to follow the curriculum other schools face!! It will give you time to hone your skills as the new Ultimate Wrestler."
"That's all I am though. Just some wrestler."
"Just some wrestler?! You see all this muscle?!" I lifted Mark's tank top.
"Hey watch it dude!!"
"You're also the buffest junior high school kid I've seen. Trust me Mark. You're an amazing person. You have more than it takes to be the future Champion of Kanto." I encouraged Mark. "Don't doubt yourself. Otherwise you'll stay a prick" He punched my shoulder.
"You don't have to rub it in..."
I hovered one arm across Mark's chest as we stayed in a laying position.
"Are you tired?" Mark wondered.
"Kind of."
"You can fall asleep."
"Are you sure?"
"It's not often I have a cute guy cuddling up to me" I flicked Mark's forehead.
"Ow... But.. sleep tight ________"
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Kantoganronpa
Gizem / Gerilim18 trainers are trapped within the place they're supposed to call school, along with their Pokemon. They have no idea where they are, and what is happening within the outside world. In order to escape, Ultimate novelist and pokemon trainer Evangelin...
