The Anistar Chronicle

Chapter 4: Breeze

She decided to meet up with him in Dedenmille Town. It was Sunday, the only day she got off. He had offered to travel to Anistar City, where she had absent-mindedly admitted she lived. He asked her where. She simply replied "In a dorm at work." and he didn't ask her about it again.

"So how about you, Blossom?" Max said, adjusting his thick glasses. He had slightly chubby arms. It was actually pretty cute. But then Blossom wondered why she was looking at his arms in the first place.

"What?"

"Tell me a little bit more about yourself, just how did you get so intellectual?"

She felt awful lying to him, he seemed like a very genuine and sweet person. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do just yet, but leading a gym like his father was always an option, or becoming a Pokémon ranger. He was pretty big on the idea of protecting the environment and doing good.

As a criminal, Blossom wasn't really doing much good - so she decided to keep that a secret. "Oh, I'm really not as smart as you make me out to be!"

"Are you sure?" He asked, leaning over a railing to admire the view below them.

"Oh, definitely! You're much smarter than me, Max!" She blushed and changed the subject, "Do you like Kalos?"

"Of course!" He stood up straight again and looked down at her. Blossom was pretty short, her family was too. "But I do miss home sometimes." She knew how that felt. She often found herself wondering what her brother was like. Did he miss her? She shrugged the thought off, he didn't need her. He was what Max thought she was, smart, but she could only ever wish to be such a thing. Maybe her parents and brother wouldn't have thought she 'didn't try hard enough' and had a 'bad attitude' if she was.

"What's your family like?" She asked him. He was a good person to become friends with, interesting and trustworthy. He made her feel comfortable and relaxed, she didn't worry as much around Max. The only thing that unnerved her was all of the lies she had told him. She never even told him her real name.

But she hadn't said it in what seemed like an eternity, anyway.

"Well, I told you that my father is a gym leader. But he's getting pretty old, now, and a little bit unwell, to tell you the truth. I think he'll retire, soon. I hope so. For his sake." He shook his head, dark olive hair swinging. "And well, I'm the youngest child. I have one older sister."

"What's she like?" It made her feel better about her own life, hearing about his. It was like reading a story book. "And I'm sorry that I'm asking you so many questions."

"It's alright, I enjoy talking to you." She pondered what he meant by that and why he said it, but it made her happy never the less.

It soon became late and she said goodbye to her friend. Sunday became Monday and she groaned as she got out of bed. Grunts and admins were allowed to sleep in one of the many dorms at the Lumière base, as a lot of them didn't have anywhere else to do so. One of them was the girl they called Blossom.

She pulled on her dressing gown and brushed her short, chin-length blonde hair. When she was a little girl, she had long hair which she always wore in a braid. She wasn't a little girl anymore, she was a young woman. A young woman who was sick of being reminded of her past. She loved her short hair and her 'boyish' figure, she was strong on her own, something her younger self never thought she could be. These things had become a part of her and she had grown to love them.

She groaned. Her job now was to complete research tasks in and around the city. She was brushing her teeth when she heard a knock at the dorm door. "Come on in." She said, spitting out the toothpaste. She didn't look to see who it was, but Pumpkaboo tugged on her dressing gown as if it was urgent.

"Alabaster!" She saw the slim, green-eyed young man and blushed. She quickly wiped her mouth with her sleeve in case there was still toothpaste there. "You're up already?" Pumpkaboo floated beside the bright red girl.

He was already in his uniform and wide awake, unlike Blossom. "Good morning!" He had a radiant smile.

"What's up?" She awkwardly tightened the belt of her fluffy, pink gown. She used to wear pokémon-themed onesies when she was little but had decided that probably wasn't a good idea past the age of ten.

"Well, it's pretty obvious you're not dressed yet." He chuckled to himself, "Unless, of course, you've been promoted again and that's your admin uniform."

"Yeah, totally!" She joked, petting her pumpkin Pokémon.

"Well, either way, it looks nicer than Acacia's." She could hear her own heart beating a million miles a minute. "And I was wondering if you could help me out with a task? When you're dressed of course."

"Anything at all! What is it?"

"The boss is making me try and decipher some of the stuff we brought back. I could really use a hand when you're fully awake."

She jumped at the opportunity. "Yeah, of course!" He left the room. She quickly pulled on her uniform. She left the room. Pumpkaboo followed her to where she had been told to meet him, in office room seven.

He was alone in the room. "Hi!"

"Hey!" She sat at the table in the chair beside his. "So what's all this?" She stated at the many documents before her."

"Angeline told Acacia and me about a story her parents used to tell her. These are all the notes we took."

She picked them up and one thing caught her eye. "It's a psychic type? Nova's been telling us Chamenos is a grass-ghost for so long!"

"Yes, Angeline said she always thought it was a psychic-bug type. I told the boss but apparently it's "too late to change our mind". Besides, I like my Pokémon the way they are."

"Me too! But a bug type legendary?"

"Indeed it's peculiar. I can see why it's psychic, with the mass mind-control element. But Angeline described it as having a red and black shelled body. Sounds like a bug type to me."

"Did she say where it's rumored to rest?"

"Well, apparently it only appears to those who have been misguided." He sighed. "So Nova isn't going to like that."