No Feelings Allowed (Raihan x OC, NSFW)

01 - A Camera Click

Oh boy, here we go. I can't believe I'm doing this someone send help lmao

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Something was wrong.

Galar particles were heavy in the air, making it feel as though a pressure was coming from everywhere in Hanmerlocke Stadium. Breathing felt a little more difficult, as if high on a mountain. Skin tingled and Pokémon squirmed uneasily in their balls, as did the ones on the field. The crowd held its breath, waiting to see what was going on. One minute, they'd been enjoying a match between the Gym Leader Raihan and a challenger hoping to make it to the Cup next year. So far it had been a good battle, but now it was put on hold as the two competing trainers looked around uneasily. The Leader frowned, not liking the situation one bit. His band was glowing brightly, practically super-charged. He could tell his Pokémon were itching to Dynamax because of it, but he held them back. Something wasn't right. His gut was sure of it, and it was rarely wrong.

Raihan pulled up the small microphone he kept clipped in his shirt's collar to speak with the League media team, "Postpone the match. I want to evac the crowd. Something's not right. And don't worry, I'll take the fallout from the big wigs. You lads just do your thing."

"Uh—right away, Raihan, sir," the voice on the other side replied, their own nervousness clear. In a way, the Gym Leader was glad for it—it meant he'd get no resistance. It was technically his Gym anyways, so he had the final say-so regardless, but any loss of revenue from a match was a big deal. He'd get a decent lecture from the Executives if the situation wasn't serious enough. Thankfully, he had a feeling it was.

Raihan returned his Pokémon and approached the challenging trainer, who blinked in surprise. They returned their team member just as the announcement rang out.

"Due to technical difficulties, the Gym Challenge match between Raihan and Trainer 072 has been canceled. For your safety, we ask you all evacuate in a neat and orderly matter to your designated exits, and proceed outside to the safe zones and/or nearest Pokemon center. We thank-you for your corporation and apologize for the inconvenience."

Unhappy cries rang out, but not enough that Raihan was concerned. The crowd could tell something was off, too, and so did his opponent.

"Sorry to call it short—I was enjoying that match. But something wrong, and I don't think it's safe to continue. I promise we'll finish things once we figure things out, alright, mate?" he explained, holding out his hand. The trainer, despite being a little miffed, shook it. Raihan gestured, "Head back on ahead to the locker room and get your things. I have to make sure the crowd gets out safe."

The trainer thankfully didn't argue and made his way to the locker room. The Gym Leader imagined the kid might try to challenge the League about it, demanding it be their win because he'd cancelled it, but he doubt it would work out that way. It wasn't like the kid was beating him, anyways. Shaking his head, Raihan turned to the crowd, watching to make sure they were all moving smoothly. So far so good, but damn was the air thick now. It reminded him of the Dens in the Wild Area.

Raihan paused, brain suddenly moving very quickly.

If it was like a Den, then—

As if on cue, surprised cries rang out. From the crowd, a Pokéball flared on the belt of a young man, the red glow now a brilliant, wild magenta that surged with energy. The light it gave off flared towards the field. It faded as quickly as it came, revealing a Haxorus; only, it wasn't normal. It howled and thrashed and clawed at the grassy pitch, its body in pain as it glowed with a reddish haze, electrical sparks coming off its armored frame. Its pincers gnashed together, practically foaming at the mouth. Its eyes were wild as the energy surged further into its body.