Chapter 4:
8:45 am.
Hake and Bebe were greeted by the familiar red roof and sliding glass door. As they stepped inside, the scent of healing herbs and antiseptic solutions wafted through the air, creating a distinct aroma. The center featured distinct sections, each serving its designated purpose. To the left, a row of check-in counters stood ready to assist trainers with their needs, while on the right, a spacious waiting area provided a cozy space for trainers and their Pokémon to rest and recuperate. It was fairly early and the building felt empty, save for the Nurse Joy delicately cleaning the healing stations while humming a merry tune.
Bebe pointed at the entrance of the Jubilife City's Pokémon Center. "Is that her?"
Bebe and Hake, both not fond of mornings, had found themselves in a surprising scarcity of conversation. She had asked him about Sonia and their past, but he gave vague answers until she got the hint and dropped it. He knew it wasn’t the end of it, though, as he caught a glint of hunger in Bebe’s eye as she saw Sonia.
Hake turned to where Bebe was pointing, stiffening as he saw a flash of wavy orange hair at the door. Sonia was wearing a marine green sweater that complemented her vibrant emerald eyes, and she moved with a graceful sway, gently emphasizing her elegant curves. Even the nurse Chansey seemed to turn its head as she approached.
Hake shoved his hands into his pockets. He stylishly layered a soft blue shirt over a crisp white t-shirt. Bebe had asked him what the occasion was, but he’d pointedly ignored both her question and her smirk.
As Sonia drew near, Hake noticed her gaze flick from him to Bebe, and her lips thinned. Hake stepped forward to meet her, “Hey, Sonia. It’s…um…been a while.”
Sonia fluffed her hair a little, barely making eye contact as she picked at her sleeve. “Hi, Hake, it’s nice to see you.” She paused.
An eternity passed in silence amidst the dull conversation until it was finally broken by an overenthusiastic Bebe. “Hey! Sonia, right? I love your sweater by the way. I’m Bebe, Hake’s friend!”
Sonia's shoulders relaxed slightly as she responded, “Great to meet you, Bebe! Gosh, I’m glad you like the sweater, I actually did a little bit of summer shopping online, and…”
Sonia and Bebe hit it off like old friends who were catching up. Hake inwardly rolled his eyes as he pretended to partake, occasionally smiling and nodding his head.
“So I heard you were here to drop off Hake’s Pokémon? That’s a pretty far journey to take for a favor like that.” Bebe asked.
“Well, partially. I’m also in Sinnoh for the summer to see an old friend of my grandmother’s. She’s a professor who looks into historical legends,” replied Sonia.
Hake recalled that Sonia studied Pokémon Mythology at Wyndon, and he felt some irrational anger that he quickly shook away. She was moving on with her life. Good for her. Why should he care?
“And what about both of you? I’m guessing you got your research funding, Hake? Unless you're paying for being a trainer out of your own pocket…” Sonia inquired.
“Yeah, we both did! In fact, we're heading to Oreburgh together today to kickstart our careers,” Bebe answered.
Hake saw his opportunity and interjected, “...which brings us here. I’m ready to see him again, Sonia.”
Sonia nodded, reaching into her purse and pulling out a Pokéball. “Here he is. I kept him safe on the Corviknight taxi. He kept buzzing and rolling so much, I was worried he’d fall off.”
Hake grinned. “Sounds familiar.” He reached a hand out and Sonia placed the Pokéball gently into his palm. As their hands briefly brushed against each other, Hake's pulse quickened, and he tightly gripped the Pokéball. He raised it up in front of him.
Click. “Come on out, Kong.”
A small primate materialized on the ground between them with pear-green fur, adorned with patches of a lighter hue that resembled a mask on its face. The twin leafy sprouts on its head bobbed with a playful bounce, exuding a fresh scent of nature.
Hake pulled out his Pokédex.
“Grookey, the chimp Pokémon. When it uses its special stick to strike up a beat, the sound waves produced carry revitalizing energy to the plants and flowers in the area.”
With mischievous eyes that sparkled like dew-kissed leaves, the Grookey observed its surroundings, taking in the new environment with a curious gaze. Its round face bore an infectious smile that seemed to invite adventure as it tapped its little stick on the ground. Hake, Bebe, and Sonia watched the cute creature adoringly.
Bebe then scrunched her eyebrows. “Kong? Like King Kong? Or Donkey Kong?”
“No. Like Wukong, you dunce.”
“Oops.”
At the sound of his name, Kong saw Hake and jumped into his arms, chattering hyperactively. “Hey, bud,” Hake said, laughing, “I missed you too.” Hake playfully pushed him away and Kong dangled loosely from Hake’s arm, blinking innocently.
“Grroookey,” Kong chimed, dropping to the ground.
Hake vividly recalled the day Kong hatched. He had monitored the egg day and night tirelessly, waiting for the little guy to show face, even though Professor Magnolia’s other eggs had hatched weeks earlier.
“Some eggs just never hatch,” Magnolia said bluntly. “The parents may just have to try again sometime.”
But Hake's determination remained unwavering; there was an allure to the speckled green egg that compelled him to stick by it. In the depths of the night, he found himself engaged in one-sided conversations, convinced that a faint warmth radiated from its delicate shell. Hake’s efforts had finally paid off when, on one fateful night, the egg hatched before his eyes. The little critter’s eyes blazed with playfulness and the name Wukong came to him instantly. Sonia’s meandering rambles about lost myths had really rubbed off on him.
“You hungry little guy?” Hake said as he pulled out a tiny banana from his pocket, watching amusedly as the little ape went ballistic over it.
Sonia smiled warmly. “Well, I’m glad I caught this heartwarming reunion,” she said, “but I must be leaving, I have other places to be.”
Hake thanked her profusely and said his goodbyes while Bebe gave her a brief embrace. Kong was getting to be a little too rowdy, eliciting disapproving looks from Nurse Joy due to his erratic screeching, so Hake returned him to his Pokéball.
“Damn, bro, you fumbled hard,” Bebe whispered to Hake as they watched Sonia walk out the door. His eyes lingered on her for a few seconds longer than necessary.
Hake grumbled, “shut up,” under his breath, shifting his gaze to the Pokéball in his hands.
“So you wanna talk –”
“No.”
“Looked like she was missing ya too, ya know,” Bebe said softly.
Hake met her knowing eyes as she continued, “she couldn’t take her eyes off you while you were playing with Kong.”
“Whatever,” Hake mumbled, but his eyes portrayed gratitude as they left the Pokémon Center. “Let’s head over to the sign. Rowan said he’d meet us there at 10.”
Bebe and Hake made the short trip to the “Jubilife University” sign, written in grand, elegant bubble letters on a sleek black acrylic. However, it had fallen victim to college vandalism, with the letter 'B' faintly traced over the 'J' and the letter 'S' added before the 'L'. Hake didn’t understand it until he said the altered version out loud, at which Bebe maturely giggled.
The surrounding area was a flat plain, covered by a soft carpet of emerald grass. The expanse, void of shade, was empty this morning, but Hake had seen students tossing around a baseball or having casual Pokémon battles before.
As they drew closer, Hake noticed that Professor Rowan was waiting for him, as promised. To his surprise, a familiar face stood next to the old man. Cynthia seemed to like her dark wardrobe, wearing a casual black v-neck, and her hair fell down her back as elegantly as the previous day. Upon seeing this, Bebe began to slow down, lagging slightly behind Hake.
“You go ahead, I’ll just watch,” she said.
Hake shot her a glance. “So you’re gonna leave me to deal with them?”
Bebe huffed. “You’ve got no choice. Look, the Professor’s waving you over.”
Hake fell for the oldest trick in the book as he looked over, saw that the Professor hadn’t noticed them, and looked back quizzically only to see that Bebe had disappeared.
“That idiot,” Hake muttered, shaking his head and walking up to them.
Cynthia noticed him first and gave him a tight-lipped smile. Hake returned it briefly, after which they both looked away. There was an air of uncertainty; Hake hadn’t interacted much with Cynthia, but her consistently poised demeanor irked him. It didn’t help that Bebe swayed his opinion heavily.
The awkward interaction caught Rowan’s attention. He turned to Hake, rubbing his hands together. “Ah, there he is! Seems like both of you ended up here around the same time,” he said.
“Nice to see you again,” Hake replied politely. There wasn’t really anywhere to sit, so he leaned awkwardly against the sign. “I just received my partner Pokémon this morning. Do you need to examine him or something?” he asked.
The Professor paused for a second. "Now, in a typical scenario, I would simply request to see your Pokémon starters, but given the convergence of your paths, I propose an alternative course of action." In an authoritative tone, Rowan proposed, "Why not demonstrate their capabilities through a Pokémon battle?"
Ba-dum.
Hake physically felt his next heartbeat as adrenaline shot up his body. As he looked up, his eyes met Cynthia’s with a spark of competition. No words were exchanged, they both subtly straightened their backs and squared their shoulders.
Hake wasn’t sure why he was so agitated, but something about Cynthia made him want to win more than anything. The tenacity in her eyes betrayed that she was experiencing something similar as they sized each other up.
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Cynthia said, and Hake nodded in agreement.
“Then we shall not waste another moment,” Rowan declared, taking a couple of steps backwards. “Let the battle commence!”
Hake studied his opponent carefully, watching every little movement and taking mental notes. He was struck by a twinge of envy thinking of Cynthia’s ‘perfect’ reputation, but he reminded himself that it didn’t mean that she was void of weaknesses.
“Come on out, Napoleon.”
At Cynthia’s call, a small, blue shark-like creature was released with big, round eyes and a fin atop its head. Its massive jaws were lined with razor sharp teeth with a bright red belly underneath. It stood on two stubby little legs, but the claws dug into the dirt menacingly.
“Gible, the land shark Pokémon. It nests in horizontal holes warmed by geothermal heat. Foes who get too close can expect to be pounced on and bitten.”
“Let’s show ‘em, Kong,” Hake said as he released his own Pokémon. The Grookey materialized with a screech, bouncing nonsensically in anticipation.
Hake tried to get the jump on the battle. “Kong, use Bra–”
“Sand Tomb.”
Cynthia’s voice was cool and calculated as a flurry of dirt was whisked up from the ground underneath Kong. The Grookey struggled against the whirlwind of dust imprisoning him, and Hake watched, momentarily frozen as the battle gained rapid momentum. Napoleon’s eyes glowed faintly as he roared in triumph, but Cynthia was far from done.
“Tackle,” she commanded.
Hake snapped out of his reluctance, realizing he had to act quickly to keep up with the battle, and firmly instructed, “Save your strength and retaliate with Growl.”
Kong understood his orders and immediately stopped resisting the Sand Tomb. His tiny chest inflated, then released a powerful growl, causing the Gible to hesitate before slamming into him. Kong was thrown backwards, skidding against the ground, but the Tackle was weakened and he was knocked out of the Sand Tomb.
Cynthia was relentless. “Attack again, Napoleon.”
This time, Hake was quick to respond, giving orders simultaneously, “Move fast and Scratch!”
Napoleon barreled at the little primate once more, but Kong was prepared, darting towards the little shark and sidestepping with unexpected dexterity. Napoleon stumbled past, leaving its back wide open, and Kong’s claws gleamed in the sunlight as he swiped towards his opponent.
“Sand Attack,” said Cynthia calmly.
Without missing a beat, the Gible flicked its legs backwards, showering dirt into Kong’s face, causing him to barely miss the Scratch. It was Kong’s turn to stagger back, wiping at his eyes to clear his vision, but Cynthia didn’t give him a chance to recover.
“Tackle.”
This time Kong didn’t stand a chance, unable to follow Hake’s desperate yells to dodge, facing the full force of Napoleon's fin into his body. Hake felt his Pokémon’s howl rattle his thoughts, and his excitement began to shift into concern.
“Tackle again.” Napoleon attacked again with absolutely no mercy before Kong could recollect himself.
Bam.
Kong was dropped to the ground, knees trembling under the weight of exhaustion. His chest heaved with each labored breath, bruises and scratches covering its small frame. Napoleon finally paused for a second, hopping back to Cynthia’s side of the battlefield.
“Kong…” Hake whispered as his adrenaline began slowing down. He hadn’t managed to land a single scratch on Cynthia’s Pokémon. The frustration began rushing in, but before it could consume him, he heard a grunt so quiet he thought he imagined it.
As he looked up, Hake saw Kong, propping himself up with a shaking hand. An understanding passed through Hake when he saw his Pokémon’s eyes. A spirit refusing to be extinguished, a silent aura meant only for Hake’s eyes.
“Finish it off, Napoleon!' Cynthia demanded, her voice rising as she realized the battle wasn't over.
The Gible, still full of energy, began charging at its opponent once more with an air of confidence. Seeing Kong on the ground, Napoleon tapped into even more speed than before, but to Hake, everything was moving in slow motion as his eyes focused.
Wait… Wait for it…
“Now! Scratch!” An instant before Napoleon made contact with Kong, the chimp struck first, smashing its claws into the shark Pokémon’s chin and sending it flying back. Kong’s exhausted gaze was replaced by mischief dancing through his eyes at the successful trick. He launched himself at his opponent, shocking even Hake with his resilience.
“Branch Poke, Kong!” Hake said as his Pokémon continued its tireless assault, chasing Napoleon down and delivering hit after hit. The poor little Gible couldn’t even find its footing as Kong pummeled it around the field like a hockey puck. Each hit seemed to shake the ground; Hake figured this was a product of Kong's ability Overgrow, boosting his move's power as a response to his fatigue.
“Napoleon, get away!” Cynthia exclaimed, a bit of panic creeping into her composed presence. Napoleon took multiple vital hits before rolling himself to the side, dodging one of Kong’s powerful blows and finally getting himself back on his feet.
“Keep your distance with Sand Tomb!” She said, attempting to regain control of the battle.
However, it was too late for a counter-attack; Hake was locked in, and so was Kong. “Let’s finish this, Kong,” Hake commanded as the Grookey jumped nimbly, cleanly avoiding the attack and reaching an impressive height. He hovered there for a moment, like a leaf in the wind, before coming down with the force of gravity behind his twig.
“Branch Poke!”
The force of the attack caused Napoleon’s legs to simply give out as he crashed into the ground. Quiet enveloped them for a second as the dust settled, revealing Napoleon was unconscious.
The silence lingered for several seconds, with only the sounds of Hake and Kong breathing heavily, as Rowan suddenly remembered that he was refereeing the match.
“What an incredible battle! I can tell the two of you paid attention in your battle lectures,” the Professor boomed. He looked back and forth at the two of them, an unexplainable look in his eyes. “The winners are Hake and his Grookey!”
It took Hake a moment to register what had happened, but the victory soon sunk in and he was inflated with elation. He grinned at Kong, who hooted despite his exhaustion before plopping himself on his back. “You did good, bud,” Hake said.
Both he and Cynthia recalled their Pokémon and walked towards each other to shake hands, as was customary for a friendly battle. Cynthia tilted her head forward, her graceful blonde locks casting a shadow on her face as she drew near. Hake offered his hand and Cynthia accepted, grasping it firmly as she finally met Hake’s eyes. Chills traveled down his spine at the ferocity in her gaze, but he met her glare with his own.
“Decent battling, I suppose,” Cynthia said, speaking directly to Hake for the first time. Her words were laced with ice and her grip on his hand tightened uncomfortably. Hake felt a pang of annoyance.
“I guess decent was all it took,” he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and a flash of aggravation flitted across her face.
The Professor noticed this and released one of his rare, hearty chuckles."I predict both of you will experience remarkable growth. Nothing motivates better than a healthy dose of rivalry."
Hake knew Professor Rowan was right; he was already itching to begin his journey, knowing that Cynthia would be embarking on the same path. After feeling how heightened all of his emotions were, though, he wasn’t sure if ‘healthy’ was an appropriate description for their rivalry.
Hake and Cynthia turned away from each other, their expressions still tense, and thanked Rowan. They waited for him to heal their Pokémon before Cynthia walked away, head still held high. Hake didn’t know where Bebe had gone, but he started walking in the opposite direction when she popped up next to him, scaring him half to death.
“Geezus, Bebe, where the hell even were you?” Hake asked exasperatedly.
Bebe’s eyes were almost sparkling. “Never mind that, the real question is where the hell you got your battling skills from. That was in-fucking-credible! We need to battle soon, or I’m gonna lose my mind.”
Hake couldn’t help but smirk. “Alright, alright, let me breathe,” he replied, laughing. “First, let’s leave the city. I want to feel like we’re making progress to Oreburgh.”
Bebe punched the air in front of her. “Let’s get outta here, then! I’m gonna kick your ass like you did to that pretty princess,” she exclaimed.
“On that note, you wanna explain what your history with her is?” Hake said. Bebe’s smile faded, and she put her hands on her hips.
“If you’re allowed to be sketchy, so am I,” she asserted. “Why don’t you talk about your deal with Sonia?”
Hake groaned. “Why do I have to go first? Besides, I told you, she’s just my ex.”
Bebe shook her head. “Cuz I asked first. And you know what I mean; I want all the details.”
“Well you should have told me about Cynthia back when at the Shaymin Shack,” Hake shot back. “So you talk first.”
“You’re such an ass,” Bebe said, elbowing him. “At this point I’ll just ask Sonia, she seems way nicer.”
And with that, the tactless duo bickered their way towards the exit, away from the bustling streets of Jubilife City. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the expansive grassy plains that stretched before them. Colorful patches of wildflowers dotted the landscape, adding splashes of vibrant hues to the otherwise lush green canvas. It was time to begin their Pokémon voyage.