Aaron and Grey - a Pokémon story

A Pleasant Conversation

The boy started at this man who had come out of nowhere, and yet was helping him. "For what?" He pondered. "Does he want something from me? Is he just part of a gang? Maybe a team from another region?" He thought of all this and more, but the milkshake he ordered (for it was a small café, and had no food items) was just too good to question him aloud. Suddenly Aaron spoke, "you know, I never got your name." The boy looked up from his sweet drink and stared blankly at his face. "Not much of a talker, eh? Well, I need something to call you if you're to come with me." The boy almost spat out his drink, and although he managed to swallow it, he was still vigorously coughing. "I know it's sudden, but I figured the best way to get you out of this hellhole you've been forced to call a home was to let you come with me. You'll get to see the world, and meet all kinds of new people and pokémon alike. What do you say?" The boy continued coughing at this sudden request, and he held up a finger signaling "wait a second" as he tried to collect himself. Aaron waited patiently in his chair. The boy quit coughing for a moment, then asked him a single word, "why?" "Why? Well I thought I had made that clear, but then again sometimes I misjudge another's intelligence and forget important details, so let me start from the beginning." The words flowed out of Aaron's mouth, and the boy listened intently. "I'm Aaron, and I travel around the world in search for valuable artifacts and other things of the sort. It's much more interesting than it sounds. Anyway, I stopped in lumiose city hearing about a "stone shop" or something, but all I found were some evolutionary stones and a mega stone. I was actually leaving the shop when I ran into you, dear boy, and I was watching you closely as I battled...Dale, I believe I heard from the crowd? And you seemed almost deathly afraid of him, so I just assumed he'd been harassing you. Other than that, your clothes are a mess, your stomach has been growling, and you only own a single small pokémon." The boy was startled at this statement. "How could he have known I own a pokémon?" The boy wondered. "Don't look so alarmed, it's just that your bag has been wiggling and it just tell over." As Aaron said this the boy looked down at his bag and blushed. He forgot Ronnie was even in there for the moment. He reached for his bag and unzipped it above the table. His Riolu's head popped out of it suddenly, and looked at its owner's head. It then proceeded to climb out of the bag and onto the table. It turned around and looked at the strange man dressed in white on the other side of the table, and then where they were. It had never seem anything like this before. He looked back at Aaron, then back at the boy, and walked over to his owner's lap, where he sat staring at this weird man. Aaron laughed then said, "What a curious Riolu you have there. Has he ever even been out of the Alley before?" The boy shook his head. "Well no wonder he seems so perplexed. Actually..." he trailed off, and then reached into a satchel he had by his side. The boy wondered how he hadn't noticed it before. He realized he was probably too busy watching Dale get his ass kicked. Aaron then pulled out a small box, about 4 by 4 inches, and opened it to reveal a small pastry. It was brown, and had fudge dripping down the sides. It also had 2 small star garnishes on it, one yellow and one brown, and a small circular one, which was black and white, split down the middle. He pushed it towards the small, furry creature sitting in the boy's lap and said, "eat up." The Riolu looked down at this item, back up at Aaron, then he took his paw and broke a small piece of this pastry off, and put it in its mouth. It chewed tentatively at first, but it quickly sped up, and had finished the first bite in seconds. It smiled at Aaron and proceeded to chow down on this surprise gift.
The boy watched his furry friend eat its fill, then looked back at the man.
"It's a supreme honor poképuff," Aaron explained. "They're hard to obtain, but pokémon love them." A small noise came from the Riolu, as if confirming Aaron's statement. "Dang, I've digressed from my story again," Aaron said. "Well, long story short, you seem like a nice kid who doesn't deserve to live in an alley, and I'd think you'd enjoy my company." Aaron leaned in, and the boy did the same. "And between you and me," he whispered, "It gets kind of lonely." Aaron leaned back into his chair. "Well, what do you say?" The boy looked at his Riolu, who had finished its meal and was cuddling his owner. He looked at this man across the table, who had appeared so suddenly, and was asking the boy to join him on a world-wide journey. He looked out the window of the café and saw the robots fixing the roadway Dale's Krookodile had damaged. His stomach rumbled, and he looked back down. He thought about his past life, and the only home he had ever had, and wondered if this man could give him a new one. "It was sudden sure, but he's been nothing but kind, and anything would be better than the alley," he thought. He finally looked back up at Aaron.
He smiled, and said, "Sure."