Between the Lines➳Skullshipping

Chapter 5~A New Start

Guzma pulled out a pen, scribbling something on a napkin "Here, if ya need anything, and I mean anything, call this number right here." He handed the napkin to Grant, who looked at it and smiled widely. "Thank you sir!"

"Just call me Guzma, boy. Ya don't needa be so formal with me." Guzma replied, grabbing his stuff off the plane storage above him. It was around 1am currently, and he was extremely exhausted.

Honestly, he planned on sleeping during the flight, but then this little boy cameuo and he just couldn't ignore it.

The bags under his eyes were already horrible naturally, and the appearance he had right now looked as if he belonged in a horror movie. He felt his feet drag against the ground as he started shuffling off the plane.

His eyes noticed the recognizable man to be Grant's father. He glared, then "accidentally" pushing past him.

"Hey, watch it buddy!" The man said, spinning around to face Guzma, who was currently right now only half a head taller than him. "You bett'r watch yo self, saltine cracker." Guzma breathed in and straightened his back, suddenly becoming at least a foot taller than the man. The man's eyes grew large, taking a small step backwards while clinging to his suitcase.

"Ya bett'r take care of this boy, Grant too, or else ya won't know what's coming for ya." Guzma said, smirking and continuing to exit the plane, not even waiting for another reaction. That man better learn something.

Guzma yawned, covering his mouth with his free arm. He checked the time on his phone. "5am?! Oh geez, I forgot it's a completely different region." He walked through the unknown airport, looking up at a sign to remember that he was now in Hearthome City, one of the biggest cities to exist actually. Guzma read that it was the fifth largest city in the world currently, so obviously it was going to be crowned with people.

There was already a great number of people coming inside to attend the early flights, so luckily there wasn't a whole lot of traffic exiting. He exited the finals doors and stood outside for a moment, examining everything.

It was really different. It wasn't as crazy as Lumiose City, with all the neon flashing lights, but it was a gorgeous location for thousands of tourists to visit. He could see city towers from the airport.

The climate felt different too. Guzma felt goosebumps start to prickle on his arms, obviously not used to the chilled air. A couple shivers ran down his body from the drastic change of temperature in the air, more used to the hot, breathy air that made him sweat just by standing.

After about ten minutes, he finally caught a ride in a taxi. "Where you wanna go, man? I gotchu." The man was probably about the same age as he was. "Take me to the Pokémon Center."

"Okay, I'm on it." The driver replied, then took off towards the destination. Guzma could only stare outside to look at how drastically different Sinnoh was compared to Alola. It has much more land, it wasn't beach-like everywhere.

It took about half an hour, but luckily the streets in the middle of Hearthome City weren't crowded at this hour. There were some people already up for work, but nothing too dramatic. Guzma paid the man, then stepped out of the taxi and awed, looking everywhere.

The buildings were huge! He's never seen anything like it, Alola was more relaxing and laid back, having a lot more space.

Was he actually really here?

There were tons of buildings with different heights, but still went to the sky. There were lots of shops around, and he was o MY at the Pokémon Center. He could buy everything he actually needed just in these couple of streets. There were a few large tv screens, displaying information about battles, contests, wait, what the hell were contests?