[Male Reader x Pokémon]
The world of Pokémon. A world filled with monsters capable of mass destruction and violence. Somehow Humanity created a way to contain such ferocious creatures, domesticating them and making them household pets. People and Po...
"Do we even know where the building is?" Cynthia asked, her tone tinged with exasperation as the Pokémon Centre's automatic door whispered shut behind them.
The metallic hum of the city enveloped them, its pulse immediate and unrelenting.
[Y/N] scratched his chin, as if deep in thought, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. "Nope." He replied nonchalantly.
Cynthia shot him a sharp look, her golden eyes narrowing. "Helpful as always..." She muttered under her breath.
They stood on a wide, bustling thoroughfare, the city's energy alive in every direction. Sleek electric cars hummed past them in neat lines, their occupants hidden behind tinted windows. On the sidewalks, well-dressed professionals mingled with shoppers, their lives moving forward with unerring efficiency. Towering skyscrapers stretched into the azure sky, their glass façades reflecting the sprawling urban jungle below. Tech firms, flagship stores, government offices, and endless housing seemed to compete for dominance in this labyrinthine cityscape.
"I aim to please." [Y/N] quipped, his hands shoved casually into his coat pockets.
His eyes scanned the area for a map or signpost, certain they could find something to guide them. Jubilife might've be a maze, but it was a well-documented one.
Their search, however, was interrupted by an outburst that sliced through the city's controlled chaos like a knife.
"Well, I say you should keep your smart-ass opinions to yourself, four-eyes!" A voice bellowed, the words steeped in frustration and defiance.
The shout stopped both [Y/N] and Cynthia in their tracks, neither prepared for the sudden surge of raw noise. City life, it seemed, came with its fair share of unprovoked drama, something neither of them had quite adjusted to.
Before them, a young man was in the middle of a heated exchange.
He stood with a cocky slouch, both hands buried in the deep pockets of his oversized pants. His outfit, a simple yellow shirt and worn-out sandals, clashed with the polished appearance of the city's denizens. What stood out most, however, was his fiery red afro, a chaotic blaze of curls that seemed to mirror his personality. Perched on his shoulder was a feisty Chimchar, its expressive face mirroring its trainer's indignation.
The little Pokémon threw its tiny fists in the air, chittering an energetic Char in agreement.
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"Step off, bastard!" The young man growled, glaring at his opponent.
Facing him was someone who couldn't have been more his opposite.
Another young man, but this one carried himself with practiced elegance. He stood tall, his back straight as if guided by an invisible ruler. His hair, a deep, lustrous blue, fell in waves that glinted in the sunlight. He wore a tailored crimson suit, the fabric hugging his figure with precision. A pair of oval sunglasses perched on his nose gave his expression an enigmatic quality, his gaze sleepy yet discerning. Hovering at his side was a Pokémon [Y/N] didn't recognize, a metallic disk-like creature with eyes that gleamed faintly.
