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Sadness avenue (Hau's prespective)

Sun won the Battle Royal, but I'm just happy that I got to battle with my best friend, The Masked Royal, and Gladion. Honestly I think he's kind of cool, and so is his pokémon, but he's also kind of a jerk. After I talked with The Mask Royal and Sun, I left to go do what I've been wanting to do ever since I saw this building. Sun wouldn't let me though, he said I would take too long. But now I'm free to go shopping at the Thrifty Megamart for food.

Once I walked through the door it made a sweet little chime. And the clerk handed me a discount coupon. I'm happy about that, at a pokemart the only discount you ever get is just a a normal pokéball painted differently. "Thank you so much sir!" I smiled at him. At first he was a little surprised, but then smiled back me. Why wouldn't everyone be happy about getting a good deal? I grabbed a cart and started to walk around the store.

After I walked around for a bit another clerk handed me a sample of an oran berry, and looked shocked when I ate it in front of him. I made my way to the best isle. Desert food. I was stood in the middle of the isle drooling, and I couldn't help but put two of everything in my cart. Most of it would be for me, but i guess if I see Sun I would want to share some with him. Hopefully I'll see him soon since I don't think I'll have food to share for more than a couple of days.

I started to walk towards the back of the store, and I make it to a pair of glass doors. I looked out through the doors and I saw a familiar blonde hair tuft. I can't see much else because he's sitting right against the door. When I go out, maybe I'll go and say hi to him.

I ended up buying Super Light Soda Pop, Red-Hot Tamato chips, 9 containers of Crabrawler Instant Noodles, some poké balls and a crate of berries for my Pokémon. I debated on saying hi to gladion, since he might just get angry at me. I'm gonna take the risk, because I do want to be his friend.

   I walked down the side path to get behind the building, and I popped my head out with a smile. "Oh.. It's just you." He said and then smirked at me. After that I noticed that he has a cigarette. Why would anyone ever smoke cigarettes? Especially someone so young, it kills you! And it can hurt the other people in your life too. "So... Come here to laugh at the freak?" He laughed with that, but it was a fake laugh. Then I noticed how his hands were shaking even though it's not cold (we live on an island near the equator it's almost never cold), and I watched as he wiped his face.

He was... Crying? "Are you hurt?" I asked because I don't get why someone as tough as him would cry for emotional reasons. I sit down next to him. Then I noticed how his jacket was pulled down one arm, and it had a very fresh looking burn mark on it. I immediately grabbed his arm, and pull it onto my lap. I notice he has lots of cuts on it too, one even had stitches, and in the middle of his palm he had another fresh burn mark. Despite this he was still smoking with his other hand. I look into his tear filled green eyes "Did someone do this to you? Or did you do it to yourself?" I ask, dreading his answer either way.

He snatches his arm away from me, causing his stitches to open. "The fucking Easter Buneary did it. I of course did most of it to myself, so you don't have to worry about me." He snapped at me, but instead of looking at him while he was talking, I wasn't really listening. I was staring at the blood pulsing out of his wound with every beat of his heart. I feel so upset. Who would do this to someone? "Why did you hurt yourself? And what do you mean most of it?" I ask, my voice shaking. I look back at his face, and his gaze softened. "I.. I don't really want to talk about it. A horrible person did the one that had stitches." His tone is a lot more gentle now. I look back at the cuts but I feel rude for staring at them.

I looked at his face again and noticed he was crying more than before. I hugged his side, I wish I could give him a bigger hug but I was afraid that the cigarette would burn me. I felt him shaking in my arms. "It'll be okay Gladion I promise. You need to tell the police so the horrible person can't hurt you ever again." I try to sound reassuring, but I honestly have no close if it'll be okay. I really hope it will be. I hate to see anyone upset, and I wish I could take his pain away. And I've never seen anyone purposefully hurt by another person here, it just doesn't happen. Or that's what i used to think.

   I feel myself start to cry. Something I haven't done in a very long time. I suddenly feel myself care much more about him. He trusted me enough to show me a nicer, softer side of him. "Hey c'mon Hau. Please don't cry over a dirty person like me." I look at him, he looked pretty clean to me "you're n-ot that dirty."

   "I don't mean that kind of dirty. Let's go to my house, maybe we'll both be able to calm down a little bit." He says, and he gives me a small smile. I stood up and was waiting for him but it was almost like he was too weak to stand up on his own. So I hold out my hand to him. He flicked his cigarette onto the ground, grabbed my hand and pulled himself up. I stomped his cigarette butt out. I wonder what he meant by 'dirty person', I don't think he was dirty at all. His hair was always styled perfectly and even if his outfits had rips he pulled it off.

   He had Charizard on his ride pager, so we got to his house very quickly. And as we walk the rest of the way to his house, from the Pokémon center. I quickly learn that his house, is just a motel room. "Where are your parents?" I ask curious. "I don't really want to talk about them." When he opens up the door, I notice how bare the walls and entire room is. You would think if he was living here, he would have more personal decorations.

   "You need to bandage your arm." I tell him, I really hope he won't need to get more stitches I stopped crying when we were riding on Charizard, because of how beautiful everything looked (and the wind in my eyes), and he had stopped crying too. "I don't have any bandages." I took my bag off my shoulders and started rummaging around for my first aid kit. I found it and smiled "don't worry, I do! Now sit down and I'll wrap this around your arm." I said, while holding up the bandage roll.

He took off his jacket and sat down, I knelt down in front of him and grabbed his arm. I flipped it over and looked at the old scars and the burns he made himself. I got the burn cream on my finger, and rubbed some on his burns. I put Neosporin and wrapped bandages across his cut that had stitches and put tape on it so the bandage wouldn't come off, and did the same thing with both the burn on his arm, and his palm.

   "Why're you being so nice to someone like me?" He says with a weird look in his eye the question sounded so sad. I stood up from my kneeling position and looked down at him, he looked like a scared little kid. "Someone like you? I only know that you've been nice to me, and that you've been hurt badly. You were only mean to me when we met because you and I have different views on battling. You deserve for people to be nice to you, I think you're just misunderstood by others. People see that you're angry and they think you don't have a reason to be, but I know now that you have more of a reason to be angry than a lot of people." I smile at him, and then suddenly he stood up and hugs me. "Thank you so much. You're being nicer than anyone has been to me in awhile. Besides for Nanu." I didn't know who Nanu was but I hugged him back and even though we've been inside for a little bit, he was still ice cold.