The Theory of Grey | Pokémon X

Twenty Six | Unwavering Passion

As we soared through the brilliant blue skies of the Kalos region, I had become more aware of the reality of the situation. Team Flare wasn't an organization full of wimps like I had thought; they were ready to commit mass murder through the power of a legendary Pokémon that has yet to be reawakened. In addition to that, the man behind it was none other than Lysandre. He was the one Xerneas tried to warn me about.

I only hoped I wasn't too late to stop it.

Talonflame began to ascend near the Prism Tower as I kept thinking about the fact that it was two of us against an organization full of people. Their Pokémon may be weak, but get enough of them to overwhelm us and it was over. The odds were most certainly not in my favor, which puts me in a disadvantage. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't afford to quit even if it became overwhelming. Xerneas chose me because she believed in me. I couldn't let her down.

"What now?" I pegged Calem as I returned Talonflame to his PokéBall.

"I remember passing a sketchy café near Clemont's gym," he informed me. "Now that I'm remembering, all of the employees there had red hair..."

"Just like our friends in Team Flare." I rolled my eyes. "For an organization with bad intentions, you'd think they'd put a little more effort into hiding."

"Could've fooled me," Calem admitted sheepishly. "I thought it was uniform regulation considering the theme of the establishment."

"Dummy," I mumbled, lightly punching his shoulder in a friendly manner. "Show me where it is so we can fuck shit up."

Calem nodded and led me to the eastern side of Lumiose City. He vaguely remembered the path, but considering it was still noon, there were so many people around that it made it difficult to maneuver through certain places. There was one point where we almost got separated among the sea of people.

I was shoved between two older women that couldn't be bothered to make room for me. For a moment, I thought I was going to get lost until a hand pulled me out of there. A relieved sigh left my lips as I gave Calem a thankful expression. If it wasn't for him, I don't know where I would've ended up.

He led me to a much lesser area that wasn't a lot of people, the only exception being a man and his son chilling on a bench. Fortunately, they left a few minutes after we arrived. I didn't want anyone getting hurt for what was about to go down.

"Here we are," Calem announced.

I understood why the café seemed sketchy upon seeing it myself. Aside from the obvious color of the establishment, there was a generous amount of graffiti on the walls and the sign's lighting would blink every few seconds or so. I shook my head, obviously not impressed at the laughable disguise of Team Flare's headquarters, and marched right in with Calem following behind.

Upon us entering, a waiter and waitress with red hair approached us wearing arrogant smirks on their faces. They were certainly Team Flare members, but they looked so unrecognizable without their red suits and black sunglasses; it made sense why Calem thought nothing of them. The moment they sent out their Pokémon, I knew it was time to fight.

Their Scraggy couldn't hold up against my Sylveon and Calem's Chesnaught. They lost the battle within minutes, allowing us access to a secret door at the back of the café that led to their headquarters. As we passed through, we were immediately welcomed with the presence of Lysandre in the flesh.

I couldn't help but glare strongly at the tall red-haired man, which made a visible smirk appear on his face. Who did this guy think he was? Some kind of powerful figure than could do as he please without facing the consequences? Well, perhaps it was time someone reminded him that he was just like the rest of us.