Between the Lines➳Skullshipping

Chapter 2~Looking for someone

A young man in his early-mid twenties strolled around on the sidewalks of Alola, having his hands in his pockets while looking at everything else. He's asked twenty people already, and that wasn't any help at all.

He grumbled to himself as he dragged his feet beneath him, the bottoms of his shoes scraping against the concrete.

He turned a corner around a shop and accidentally bumped shoulders with another male, who stumbled a little bit. "Ah, sorry dude, that's my bad." He said to the stranger, who looked at the ground embarrassed, but totally chill. "Nah, you're all good. It's chill."

His eyes glanced up at his faded blue-dyed hair, slightly widening. He fumbled with his phone while snatching out a picture of someone, showing it to the blue-dyed haired male. "Have you seen this person around?"

The male inspected the picture for a second, then glanced back at him and widened his eyes. "Wh-uh-b-b-bo-s-I mean, I haven't SEEN them, but u-h-um, I uh-"

"Just say it, dammit!" He impatiently interrupted, looking at the teenage male who was stuttering over his words terribly.

"I-I know who y-you are..and that person..."

He raised his eyebrows at the teenager, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"Y-you're b-boss, b-big G-Guzma."

His eyes were like saucers now, feeling his heartbeat almost stop for a split second. The teenager continued. "T-Team Skull, you're t-trying to find sis.." His breath hitched, trying to find any words to say.

"..I am."

"Follow me then." Guzma looked and realized that right in front of him was a former grunt, someone part of his family that he let go of, leaving them behind. He nodded, his legs almost feeling like jello.

'He probably thinks I'm a fucking douchebag, leaving them behind. I'm pathetic..' Guzma thought, scolding himself as he followed the teenager to wherever he was taking him.

"What's your name?" Guzma asked, feeling like she should at least care for his former grunts' name. The teenager turned around for a split second to face him while walking backwards. "Ryan, boss."

"I'm not your boss anymore." Guzma sadly said, letting his eyes droop towards the ground. "You'll always be our boss in our hearts!" Ryan cheerfully said, patting his left upper chest area a couple times before turning back around.

After about ten minutes, they arrived at a small house on the beach, with the sun rays shining intensely, reflecting off of the water. They both walked in, Guzma immediately feeling the guilt rise up.

There, sitting in front of him, were five other former grunts who'd been with him, until they all got betrayed by him. He looked at their shocked faces, not being able to move an inch.

The teenager awkwardly coughed, clearing his throat. "Hey guys, so uh, I ran into boss and he's looking for big sis."

One of the other male former grunts frantically stood up, almost knocking over his chair. "No way! Wait, Ryan..are we allowed to, you know, tell him about it?" His voice went quiet, glancing back from Ryan and Guzma.

"Tell me about WHAT?" Guzma perked, straightening his back a little bit. Ryan shifted his feet, taking a deep breath. "We were the last people who saw her before she left boss.."

"And that was almost two years ago, just a couple weeks before Christmas after what happened." A pinkette female said, twirling her finger around her necklace.