BossCar
Pokémon Trainer
- Pronouns
- He/His
Identity
Rated: M
Genres: Romance, Friendship, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Slice of Life, and Angst.
Rated: M
Genres: Romance, Friendship, Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Slice of Life, and Angst.
A trainer with past successes, a passionate individual, an art lover, these are elements of Valen's identity. In his mind, his passions and his Pokémon are all that remains.
His platonic life partner, Melanie, shows him there's hope. His girlfriend, Rosa, wants nobody else. His fear of running into Hilda can't overcome their true feelings for each other.
This fic is completed, so I'm not looking to make too many edits. Minor ones are fine.
I'm mainly trying to have fun, so please try to be light on crit. Prose feedback would be the main thing I'm looking for, but issues like wording, spelling and grammar are fine to point out too. This community helped me to become a better writer overall, but I have to take my own well-being into account too.
I did post this under its old name, The Price of War, back in February. However, the fic's gone through a lot of changes since then. That's why I'm starting over here. Revisions include adding to what's already there, or adding something that compliments what's there. Scenes for other characters, adding detail, adding more dialogue exchanges, etc.
While this is set in the game universe, it takes many cues from the anime and deviates a lot. It does borrow from the Adventures manga as well, even though I'm not a frequent reader of it.
It's got multiple real world aspects, but this HC is far from an exact 1:1
Battles are mostly secondary in this fic. I don't have a move limit, but I won't go too crazy. Also, exact numerical values for aspect like Level, HP, and stats won't be brought up either, but related terms like health will come up.
No Pokemon nicknames are present due to cast size.
References are present, and these can range from historical to musical to another franchise. Actual song lyrics won't be copied and pasted.
If you’re interested in looking up artists that are referenced, use the lone name they’re referred to as for a search. For these Pokémon world counterparts, I keep the name they’re most known by/referred to as and change the rest.
EX: If I were to include a reference to Henri Matisse, the surname would be the same.
This will usually apply to other historical figures too.
Chapter 1: The Wheels of Fate
Angel City's a metropolis of dreams, a metropolis that attracts many who wish for stardom and are determined to achieve it. Unfortunately, such optimism and positivity feels too distant for young man sauntering with his Gardevoir. His hands resting within the pockets of his black Guzmani pants. His black hair's disheveled, his expression's one of indifference. The glare emitting from his dark blue eyes could make someone feel like they just got hit with Sheer Cold.
Headphones for this logy walk would be really nice right about now. Anything to shield his ears from the sound of sneakers and heels on the sidewalks. Not to mention all of these people talking, vehicles beeping at the busy intersections, among other noises within the hustle and bustle of the megacity's downtown. With that said, he does like the fact that a number of people are rocking Guzmani jackets with Team Skull's logo on the shoulders and the back. He can make a exception to crowds if the crowds are cool enough to see how awesome Team Skull attire is. Several of them are also wearing shirts with Team Skull's logo on the front. There's even a couple wearing suits with the logo on the back.
At least people and Pokémon are working together and having a good time. There's a lot of Pokémon present, such as a Herdier, a Litten, a Growlithe, a Bulbasaur, and a Meowth. The Growlithe wants to be petted by its trainer, as does the Litten. A Misdreavus pops out of a building's steel wall, scaring the couple with its best opera singer impression.
"Litten acts like Luxray did back when he was a Shinx," he remarks towards his Gardevoir. "That Misdreavus acts like Gengar." Besides his passions and his Pokémon, there's little else left of him. His name's still Valen, but he's a shell of his former self.
Warmth, love and warmth. His cold gaze becomes tender upon the sensation of Gardevoir caressing his right cheek. Her mellisonant humming rings through his mind, slowly relaxing it.
Great examples of architecture surround him, he should take a look at that. He steps to the right of the flowing foot traffic, marveling at the juggernauts that pierce the sky as symbol of economic success. One of the International Style skyscrapers is finished in bronze metalwork and dark amber-tinted glass. In between them is a Neo-Futurist skyscraper with an aluminum construction and a glass facade. Arguably the most notable feature is that it curves downwards on the front and rear sides. There's also a trio of towers that stand out due to their unusual roofs, which heavily slope down to the front of the structures. This is a clear example of Postmodernism, a style known for designs that greatly stick out.
A billboard atop a skyscraper finished in True Blue causes a slight jolt: Melanie's on the billboard. She's got her signature jean jacket on, a confident grin greeting those who happen to lay eyes on it. Seeing that she won another tournament gives him a fleeting feeling of happiness. Her Swampert and male Pyroar are also their, the duo depicted like they're gazing proudly into the distance.
A large green to his right informs drivers and pedestrians that the city's oldest district, Ville da La Ferrebouque, is only a few miles away. An offshoot of the Kalosian Renaissance, a piece within the jigsaw puzzle called the Northern Renaissance. As expected, hundreds are heading in that direction, probably curious about the history of this megacity. At least a handful of them on the road to happiness, but his road is closed for renovation. Will the sun set on his future, giving way to the blackest of shadows? Or did fate start writing a new book, one with a much happier conclusion?
Onto the crosswalk they go, and a truly unorthodox building greets them. This Postmodernist skyscraper's shaped like a Dragonite, the toes being the ground floor entrances. Those four Dragonair located within the front concrete plaza in front are lovely examples of bronze sculpture.
Gardevoir realizes that had her trainer continued looking up at the skyscrapers, he'd have likely noticed a second billboard. Rosa and Hilda stand back to back, smiling as they wink. Rosa's Serperior and Hilda's Umbreon are present as well. Is it a mere coincidence that their eyes were drawn to that building and these billboards? Or is it a sign of things to come?
Within a suite on the same street, Melanie's sitting on a brown leather sofa, her legs crossed as she grabs a mirror. She likes that this suite's designed for trainers to rent out—trekking within downtown can be tough if you're trying to make it to a tournament on time. Speaking of which, she just won another local tournament. That was so totally epic! Her Pyroar and that Houndoom went toe-to-toe like apex predators!
She runs her right hand through her elbow-length, black hair, which is slightly wavy. She lifts up her hair's few pointed ends that are above her forehead. Look at her sculpted face in that mirror! The curvy bangs that extend well below her chin have always been a rocking look on her! Her phone's dinging repeats every few seconds. Her fans are gushing about her skills and her looks, which is appropriate. Eat you heart out, Rosa and Hilda.
Melanie glances towards the wooden table that's in front of the sofa. That old photo album has tugged her heart for years. So many happy memories, but are those days over? She's gone to his house, but not even one of his Pokémon came to the door. She tried to call him at work, but he didn't answer. What happened to this guy? Not even Rosa's heard from him, so what's his deal? He must've contacted Silver, right? What's going on with Hilda?
"...Valen...is he okay?" Her posture slumps, her eyes closed. "He's not the type to suddenly break off all contact beyond social media...and even then, he's been less active there." She fights back tears. She needs to be positive, she needs to believe that he'll show up eventually.
She returns her focus to the album. It's opened to page that contains photos of their starters through the years. For Valen, it's photos of Cyndaquil, Quilava and Typhlosion. For her, it's photos of Mudkip, Marshtomp and Swampert. She flips to the next page, now glancing at photos of Valen, Rosa, Hilda, Silver, and herself.
She stands up and straightens out her blue jean jacket. "Let's see if his boss can get him to meet up with me." She glances towards a pair of large rectangular windows to her right, staring into the clear skies above. The windows offer a magnificent view of downtown Angel City's ocean of skyscrapers. She faintly smiles, knowing that Valen would love this view. Rosa and Hilda would love this view too. Silver would probably complain about something, but he's a nicer person than he seems.
After about a minute has passed, Melanie's smile morphs into a sterner expression. She turns away from the window, walking towards a wooden door that leads to a flight of stairs. Before she leaves the room, her eyes catch a glimpse of that photograph near the door. It shows the famous ceiling frescoes of the Sistine Hall, painted by Michelangelo Bellincioni.
Art's something he's been into since childhood.
As Valen and his Gardevoir enter the security monitor room, both are greeted by Valen's boss, Dimitri Liniya via a subtle wave. Dimitri's Haxorus is out of its ball, also giving them a subtle wave. His flinty stare meets the glances of his Haxorus and Valen's Gardevoir. No words need to be spoken—something's got to be done about this unhealthy behavior.
As the sounds of a bustling lobby seeps past the closed door, Valen keenly eyes all of the computer monitors. They're buzzing with activity from the ground lobby, the numerous hallways, and other areas of the building. All he's got to do is sit there and watch all these monitors, looking for troublemakers. That's all he's good for nowadays.
Dimitri adjusts his white Grimsley Lauren suit. "You're very early, as per usual." His stare fixates on Valen's waxen face. "You've never even taken a vacation."
Valen leaves his train of thought, exchanging a glance with Gardevoir. "Consider it my way of saying thanks." He stares blankly at the black ceiling, feeling Gardevoir caressing both of his shoulders.
"It is the least I could do—I once went through a rough patch myself." Dimitri's left and resides in the pocket of his white dress pants. "However, we will have to cut this talk short."
Valen brings his gaze downwards. "Something happen?" Is he about to get fired? Did he screw up again? Whatever it is, it has him trembling.
"Calm yourself, I do not mean what you think I mean." Dimitri clears his throat, approaching Valen. "You refuse to take a single day off, and you've been coming way too early." He narrows his eyes and tilts his head down. "It's like you've got nothing else going on, but I've known who you are for years." He grabs an old magazine off of the the large crescent desk, pointing towards a picture of Valen. "You are Le Moissonneur Noir, one of Calvana's poster trainers and coordinators." Despite this past, he hasn't heard a single word about battling and contests.
Valen briefly directs his attention to the room's pitch black walls, but his eyes can't ignore that past version of him. That confident smile, the tidier hair, the Guzmani suit with the BW Agency logos on the sleeves, he's lost that. Now that he thinks about it, Dimitri never talks about his own personal life. Why's he doing all of this for somebody like him?
"Melanie wants to meet up with you," Dimitri informs. "Maybe it is time for-"
Valen steps back, his elbows bent backwards. "She's been asking about me?!"
He slowly rubs his forehead, then fidgets with thin pointy ends of his hair that lie above it. He doesn't want this, he's just too weak. Will she say that the friendship's over? Will he be too scared to follow through with this?
Or...or will something that's actually good happen for once? He shuts his eyes, shaking his head. He's gotta try to keep pushing forward, no matter how impossible it seems. No matter how hopeless his future feels, he's still got family. He's still got his team...what about friends...and his girlfriend?
Upon feeling a peck from Gardevoir on the back of his head, the dwelling train halts. He slowly creaks open the door, the sounds of the bustling lobby flooding the monitor room.
"...I'll wait for you, Gardevoir." Valen saunters out of the room. "Take your time."
He hopes he understands what Dimitri's doing, because too many bad scenarios are trying to corrupt his mind further.
"I would like to see you regain those glory days," Dimitri encourages, a smile flashing. "I'm also aware of your gift for art history."
"...That's one of only things that I have left...the other's my team...my identity's gone."
"There is light at the end of the tunnel, trust me on this."
The door closes, but Gardevoir can't bring herself to move. He had such a pained look on his face, that's why she's now crying. Why him? Why the trainer who helped her overcome her shyness? Why the trainer who helped a Bagon achieve his dream?
She notices Haxorus approaching her. The dragon faintly roars that he can tell that she deeply loves her trainer. Gardevoir nods, a tender smile appearing on her face.
She waves goodbye at Dimitri and Haxorus, vanishing from the room via Teleport.
Melanie waits for Valen on a park bench in a quaint and quieter neighborhood, one that's a considerable distance away from downtown. The leaves on the ground arising from the swooping cyclists, the cool breeze directing the leaves onto the dancing grass. She's surrounded by people walking, laughing and talking. Others play with their Pokémon.
She's had many enjoyable moments like this with her her best friend of seventeen years. This was the part that their first met in. She flashes back to the Valen that she remembers. She was a five-year old-girl who moved to a far and unfamiliar region from the frigid Nordica region. Valen and his family were the first ones to make her feel at home in the neighborhood and in Calvana.
Laughter comes out of her mouth when she envisions Valen's flustered face. Haha, like she'd ever forget the numerous times that cutie friend of hers acted like dorky fanboy! Not even those acting lessons could shield the doofus! The time Rosa fell asleep while hugging him made his face so red that Hilda and her were cracking up!
He always made sure she was okay, always making sure she smiled, always supported her in her dream of becoming a writer, and so on. Here comes a tidal wave of memories from their teens, memories that she hopes he hasn't forgotten. One such memory involves Valen jumping for joy when his Shelgon evolved into Salamence. Shelgon evolved because it didn't want Valen to be sad over losing to that Druddigon.
They watched Lance Wataru and Steven Stone duke it on in an exhibition match, they've watched Rosa achieve win after with, they both promised to reach for the sky. Speaking of battling, there's a pair of teenagers battling it out with a Druddigon and an Altaria. Valen and her used to duke it out with their own Dragon-type Pokémon within this park.
A booming roar catches her attention, a flock of Pidgey and Pidgeotto having been spooked into flight. A second roar echoes, and a Salamence flies into her line of sight. She waves at Salamence, being greeted by the tri-colored dragon via a soft roar. The dragon lands on Melanie's right, a group of kids marveling at the powerful Pokémon. Those kids are saying that it's the dragon from The Dragon King, which happens to be Valen's favorite animated movie.
Speaking of Valen, he's slouching between the dragon's wings. That black jacket's has been his trademark casual outfit since he was thirteen. At least the "bad" boy side seems to be intact. Maybe the charming gentleman side is too.
Her brown eyes light up as she watches him jump off his Salamence. his Gardevoir following suit. She waves at Gardevoir, flashing back to the last time she saw Gardevoir's trainer in person. She vividly remembers how distracted he was, which ended up costing Salamence and him a battle against her Dragonite. There's more to life than this—that win brought Dragonite and her zero joy.
As if right on cue, her Dragonite lets himself out of his Poké Ball. The two dragons are delighted to see each other, giving each other a claw bump. Dragonite waves at Gardevoir, who folds her arms and nods again. Salamence lets out a soft roar, asking if Dragonite's been on a losing steak. In response, Dragonite howls that Salamence shouldn't project himself onto others. Much like he shouldn't hide the fact he likes Milotic.
Salamence's eyes widen, his face nearly reddening. He does not have a crush on Milotic, you orange buffoon! Both dragons share a laugh, bumping claws a second time. The other three bros in the squad will join them eventually, nobody can separate the coolest squad of dragons ever.
"It looks like they still have their dragon bromance," Valen murmurs as he saunters towards to the bench. Gardevoir follows behind him, faintly humming to put him at ease.
As he sits next to her, Valen watches his Salamence and Melanie's Dragonite playfully arguing over who's the cooler dragon. Those dragons are a silly bunch, having their own bromance and squad and all. This park has always been relaxing to him and his team, plus it's surrounded by well preserved examples of eighteenth century architecture. Gotta love that, right?
"I'm sure that you have questions for me."
I do have questions," Melanie replies, folding her arms. "First of all, why were you so difficult to find?"
"I've got trust issues now...it's not you." Valen glances towards the right side of Melanie's blue jean jacket. "It's me."
Silence blankets the air surrounding Valen and Melanie. Melanie's gut because exerting pain, her wide-eyed stare fixated on his pale face and messy hair. The Valen that she remembers had a more dashing face, and his hair was much neater than this.
Both Gardevoir Dragonite notice that Salamence's got a pained look on his face, like he's going to cry. Salamence somberly roars that the trainer who raised him is gone. That's what it feels like, and he hates. it. He's the strongest member of team, but he's so weak that he's powerless to help Valen.
Dragonite pats Salamence on his head, Salamence softly roaring to thank him. He softly roars again to let Gardevoir know that he's fine. She should focus on their trainer, he's coming too.
"...Sorry, that wasn't appropriate to blurt out." Valen breaks the ice between Melanie and him. "I'm scared of the risks." Gardevoir's caressing the top of his head, Salamence's nuzzling his right cheek. He pats their hands, which delights them.
Melanie somberly smiles at her Dragonite, the Pokémon rubbing her head. "Hey, can you tell me what happened?" She places her hand on Valen's upper arm. "What caused your trust issues?"
He's not making any attempt at eye contact. "Well...something broke my already bad state...rather not talk about it," he answers. "Trying to push forward feels like a lost cause, but I'm still trying."
He was in Orre for an art history conference, yet he got caught up in a mess that affected him more than he let on. Maybe it's actually himself that he distrust?
"I'll tell you what the catalyst was." He exchanges a somber gaze with both Gardevoir and Salamence, both knowing what he's about to say. "I got hurt in Orre." He shuts his eyes, clenching his teeth. "I didn't want anyone to worry about me, so I lied and said that I was really busy."
She won't push, but what else is he hiding from her? He also seems to be dismissing any semblance of his past successes, and she doesn't understand why. For starters, this guy tamed a Salamence. A Salamence.
"Sorry...that was a bad statement to blurt out." Valen takes a hard deep breath, resting his right hand on Melanie's shoulder. "I made a full recovery... but being hurt for the first time...and then seeing a-"
"Stop, don't make yourself uncomfortable." She rests her hands on Valen's left arm, rubbing it to calm him down. "And just to be clear. I'm not mad at you." Her eyes gleaming with adoration. "My love for you will always be unconditional, bestie."
"Re-Really?" Valen asks, trying to hide how moved he is. "Y-You mean it?" His legs become restless again. "But I-"
"I won't throw away seventeen years of friendship over something that's not your fault."
It may sound crazy to some, but Valen can feel Melanie's unconditional love for him through her gentle gaze. He pats Gardevoir's head, gesturing for her to join the two dragons.
Gardevoir's elegant gown twirls as she turns her body around. Her gentle smile turns into a devious grin, which causes Salamence's eyes to slightly widen. He knows what might be coming, and it's definitely not true.
Salamence is met by a mischievous grin from Dragonite. Gardevoir vanishes, then re-appears behind her teammate a couple of seconds later. She cackles while Salamence clenches his teeth, the tri-colored dragon moving his head from side to side to find a place to hide.
Gardevoir and Dragonite inch closer, waiting for him admit that he's a softie. Why do they do this to him? Why can't they do this to Luxray for once? Luxray has a crush-he just exposed himself to himself! That's not good!
Valen exchanges a fist bump with Melanie over the trio of Pokémon having a good time. Melanie's always rocking a Valerie Versace jacket, this one matching her blue jeans and azure shirt underneath. "Forgot to tell you that you still look great in your choice of clothing."
"Are you trying to see if you're still a ladies man?" Melanie playfully winks, pointing at him. "You already won my heart, platonically speaking."
Hmph, she better not test her luck with him. She will be wholesomely spoiled and she will like it! The charmer who's fluent in Kalosian will always win in the end! His obvious coolness aside, he's glad that she still loves that jacket he got her as a birthday present years ago.
Hopefully, Rosa still likes those art portfolios. Hopefully, Hilda still loves Unovan Noire and those action figures. Those are among the presents he's gotten those two over the years.
"You're still sweet." Melanie inches closer to him. "Don't forget that I love you." She kisses Valen on his forehead, wrapping her arms around his upper chest. "I want to stay by your side," She softly whispers into Valen's left ear. "Besties forever."
Relaxing, just like when Gardevoir caresses him, when Rosa hugs him, when Hilda hugs him. Warmth, comfort, it feels great. He wraps his left arm around Melanie's waist, pulling her closer. He runs his right hand through her black hair, resting his chin on the top of her head.
He's actually starting to remember the good times he once had. Melanie came with him to Unova and Alola on more than one occasion. She was right there in the front row when he first entered the Calvanian Conference, and vice versa. He recalls how excited she was for the both of them when their Quilava and Marshtomp evolved at the same time.
"You better still be into the arts, history, and design, or we'll need to have a talk." His hugs and cuddles are still as relaxing as ever, plus he's still a cuddly Growlithe puppy.
Valen would like to know who else does she know with the ability to recite painting names like a grocery lists? Who else does she know that can correctly guess art movements and architectural styles with ease? Which mother and son duo taught her everything she knows about interior design? Heh, probably no one, cuz y'all are stupid. He's playing around, obviously, and it's nice to feel like this again.
"Age six, Empress Bossy Butt," he quips. "Don't forget that my first books were The Lives of Artists, and Art History's Fundamentals."
Her bestie's face has become less pale! Yes, it worked! His passions are still there! That means he's still in there! She can bring him out through this!
He points towards himself. "Heh, can't touch this."
"I bet you can't write a novel." Melanie flicks him twice on the forehead. "Can't touch this, doofus." She notes that the Pokémon are watching this exchange like it's some sort of theatre performance.
"I forgot, so overruled," Valen counters, earning himself another flick. "I still have a nonfiction book on hiatus." He playfully taps his chin. "I seem to recall that was your suggestion."
"How many books do you have now?"
"I have a fifth bookshelf now."
"I'm on my sixth." Melanie's voice brims with pride. "Get on my level, you smooth scrub."
"Oh, congrats on the tournament win."
"Lemme guess, the billboard?" A nod confirms it. "I'm just that awesome." He already knows that it's the first time she's been featured on a billboard.
Valen and her fist bump. "I'm glad that at least one of us is still kicking butt." Valen's smile becomes fainter as he stands up. "I think I'll head out now." He begins sauntering towards his Salamence and Gardevoir. "It was nice to see you again," he comments. "I hope we can hang out again."
Melanie wishes he'd stay, but she doesn't want to put pressure on him. Nevertheless, there is something important that he needs to know.
"Rosa senses something is wrong." Melanie places her hands on her lap. "She's happy that you're still messaging her, but she really wants to hear your voice again," she pleads. "She'll never throw away all those years just like that." He got lucky—any partner must accept that the other will always be a big part of their life. Her exes couldn't accept that.
Valen feels his muscles tensing up, his head starting to hurt him. Why can't he push himself forward to call his girlfriend? His fears of her secretly being at him, her going back to Unova and leaving him behind, they're irrational…yet he seems to forget that when those fears plague his mind.
"Valen?"
"...Melanie…is she moving back here?" Valen places his right hand over her heart. "Will I...will see visit me?" He grits his teeth, a few tears dripping from his eyes.
"Yes, of course." Her voice is firm but tender. "Hilda's going to move-"
Her eyes widen over Valen's sudden change in demeanor, a chill trekking up her spine. He's trembling, his breathing is rapidly increasing. Is he having a headache?
"...I'm scared...more scared...of running into Hilda." He takes several deep breaths to calm himself down. "I dunno what happened." His head continues to thump. "I still miss her." Why does this only happen with the thought of running into her?
"You've been able to message her too."
"...Yeah...but it's getting less."
"...What did you do to deserve this?" Melanie whimpers, her chin and gaze inwards. "It's not right, you've always been a kind-hearted person."
"...I'll see you around." Valen glances back towards Melanie and Dragonite. "Don't end up like me—I'm not recognizable when I look at myself in the mirror."
Just before Salamence can take on, Melanie looks into the somber eyes of her longtime friend. "Hilda still loves you too," she affirms. "You'll realize that in due time." She waves good bye with her Dragonite, a bittersweet feeling shared between the two. At least he had the faintest of smiles after hearing those words.
She reaches towards Dragonite with her right hand, rubbing his left arm. Dragonite lets out an affectionate cry in response. Then, she hears her phone ding. She takes her phone out to check her text messages, seeing that it's Rosa. She's apologizing for not texting recently, but Melanie understands. Both Rosa and Hilda are popular trainers with fanbases. She's got a lot of faith in him, and she should too.
Melanie notices that Hilda's sent a message in a group chat, followed by Silver. Hilda's been busy, while she has no idea what Silver's ranting about. Why does he refer to those three as The Three Stooges of Johto? Why is he so adamant about this Kris person being just a friend?
She chuckles upon seeing Rosa's declaration that she'll paint a portrait of shogun Silver. Of course, Silver's response is to text an angry face emoji, which is met by Rosa a grin emoji. The cycle repeats over and over again, with Melanie remembering that Valen loves silliness like this. He's still in there somewhere, but can he take back control of his life?
The answer...is yes.
What did you think of the first chapter?
Angel City's the Pokémon Los Angeles. The original region in this fic's based on California, Oregon, Washington, Nevada, and Idaho. However, there's other influences as well. Orre's based off of Phoenix, so Arizona isn't included in the OC region.
Architecture's among the arts. Dunno how widely know that is, so I brought it up. International Style first showed up prior to WWII, Postmodernism was after WWII, and Neo-Futurist's the most recent.
Giorgio Vasari's Lives of the Most Excellent Painters, Sculptors, and Architects, Lives, or The Lives of The Artists, is considering the forefather of modern art history literature. Heinrich Wölfflin's Principles of Art History is a monumental work of art literature.
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