The lights of the overhead blared in a brilliant glare down on the wide area of the boxing ring. The crowds of people were cheering from their seats at the show that was about to start. " Ladies and gentlemen you've waited for another night of Pokemon, battled, and glory, and the Gideo league is always ready to give more! The announcer boomed over the loudspeakers to the growing cries of the audience. " Tonight we have a full house of challengers, some fresh and others looking for a rematch! They might be in it for the big money and house title, but they just might be in for nothing but bruises! Heading in for tonight's starting match is Machoke! " the black ropes bent easily in the hands of the tall and darkened pokemon as they entered the ring. The red stripes on its arms seemed to glow under the radiant light, matching the intensity of its mutually colored eyes as it bared its teeth in a great grin of confidence. " Weighing it at one hundred and fifty seven pounds of muscle closer to steel, this fighter type is looking to take on the house name from our very own home champ!" their trainer called out for them on the ring, their voice lost among the many. The older gentleman waved them and gave an equally as assured grin as the Machoke's, raising his thumb up and calling again. " Small city champs are just that: small! Wipe the floor with this guy and we'll be out of here just as fast as we came!"

The pokemon nodded as it began to shake its arms and stretch. " They seem confident about an easy fight, folks! Well let's see how confident they are when they face off against our own panic yellow!" the people roared as the a small orange and black form slowly entered the ring, sliding beneath the ropes in a light and lithe manner. Clad in a fur-tight spandex suit whose body was black with orange and white outlines, a Pikachu stood on the opposite side of the ring. They wore a vibrant orange mask over their face that opened for their cheeks and arched down in a v like shape so that it appeared the electric-type was always giving a hard look. The trainer was confused by the sight, even chuckled and rubbed the sweat off his forehead at the very thought of what he was seeing. Forget the title, it was going to be easy money. The Pikachu's eyes looked around the edges of the ring, drifting across the front red row chairs. When its eyes had settled on a young teenager with spiked hair who appeared slumped back on the only yellow chair, its red cheeks sparked in a twitch before firing a concentrated line of blinding electricity right at them. It was enough to bolt them upright, maybe enough to shake them up but as a warning they were quick to take heed of and vacate the seat to some laughter from others.

" Looks like we have a first timer with us tonight folks! Well hey first timer, that seat is only reserved for one guy!" Yes, it was meant for only one person, and he wasn't there to take it. He hadn't taken it for the last few weeks. The Pikachu's eyes remained fixed on it, their ears not listening to a single bout of laughter or cheer for their name. Their heart beat rapidly in their chest, and not because of the fight that was about to begin, but because they wished more than ever to see that one young man looking back from it again like he used to. The world seemed to come rushing back to the Pokemon. The referee had stood on the middle edge of the ropes, raising their arm in the air to the strike of a bell before receding quickly off the ring. The Machoke stomped a foot forward, waiting for an order to be yelled out. Their entire body tensed to show every definition of detail through rigorous training and grueling battles that had come before it. The older man waved his arms up with a shrug " It doesn't even have a trainer! Garuu, just give it the prime usual!" and the Machoke immediately bolted toward its smaller opponent. The Pikachu sighed, raising its head with a small grin forming. It crouched, taking a deep breath before breathing out a single word in a soft whisper. " Pikachu." the small orange and black form became like a blur, launching forward in a spinning contoured ball of rodent as it flung at the halting and confused Pokemon. 

Stone met steel as it unfolded midair, whipping its tail in a bright flash. The Machoke raised its arm only in time to have it thrown down with a piercing slap of electric force as the attack drove it off balance and carried it forward in a wide lurch. It was enough of an opening, enough confusion for the Pikachu to gain its foot on the ground and launch itself up once more and drive its head into the fighter's chest. In a matter of seconds, the quick footed rodent had collided into the Machoke as if meeting a wall of unbreakable force but it gave so suddenly from the headbutt as the momentum threw them both spiraling across the white mats of ring. It was stunning to the trainer and driving the crowd wild. The Machoke had struggled on their side, coughing for air having near all of it knocked right out from the assault. The Pikachu stood not so far from it leaning its head back and forth with a soft crack as it gave a devious grin. She wanted to put on a show you know? The fight could go so fast but that wasn't what the people wanted. They wanted the showmanship and aggressive creativity, that flare you couldn't just walk in and see at any pokemon gym or stadium. Eif had seen a lot of rings, and she had seen a lot of battles. She knew what they wanted here and she was going to give it to them..even if she didn't feel that smile she gave. Here she was just a Pikachu whose name was Panic Yellow and whoever thought little yellow was a pushover was in for a nightmare. The Pikachu's cheeks lit up with a series of electric sparks as she looked up to the trainer beyond the ropes and shrugged before throwing herself forward again. It was going to be a good show.
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Cary gave a hard look at the neon lit doors of the Gideo League entrance. He'd been there for more than a half hour just staring and thinking. He could feel it more than hear it, the trembling pulse of the bass reaching from the speakers inside the building and he'd known things had already started. He just wasn't sure if he was to even be expected or wanted at any time in it. Now and then someone might walk around him and he would apologize though he wouldn't follow in with them. It was silly admitting it but it was also true..Cary was afraid to go inside. It wasn't because large crowds had a way of making him nervous, he could get past that. It wasn't the glaring lights or the ear deafening speakers among the screams and cheers that seemingly disoriented him every time. It was because of her. Things had been difficult between him and Eif for some time and those difficulties had estranged both of them in many ways. He used to come and watch her performance every night. Now it was like this and he still couldn't find the nerve to push for the door and just go in. He'd felt like a kid again for how pathetic it all seemed. He was a kid when Eif had found him actually. He was twelve and rather reluctant if not difficult about becoming a pokemon trainer. He'd been timid, he'd always been timid about the idea of fighting. Even went as far to state he would rather be a breeder. His mother and father, even a professor tried to express the idea of being a trainer in a lighter ideal over the phone that becoming a breeder meant having some knowledge of battle at least.

He would wander the woods near his home town which were often quiet because it was rare for Pokemon to travel close. He did this when he was troubled, and he was doing it a whole lot more with the pressure and expectations. The sub curriculum at school always focused on the trainer's point of view. Every other channel on television was some sport or league view, and it was driving the boy crazy. Enough to make him want to yank his brown hair right out even. Everyone just wanted to have a good fight and he was kind of the minority in all of it. He'd been sitting on a fallen tree and staring into a dirty puddle with his thoughts unaware of the errant twig snap or ruffling of bushes. By the time the little yellow figure had entered his vision, Cary was shocked to find a scratched up, bruised and even bleeding Pichu staggering past him. When it had noticed him too, its face grimaced as its cheeks lit up as if to attack the boy but it collapsed instead. He'd taken it to the local hospital; there were no pokecenters where he lived. They had taken the Pichu and checked up on the boy himself asking if he'd been bitten or scratched by it and he'd said no. By the end of the afternoon he went back home and believed that was the end of it. 

When his parents would begin their pressuring once more through the week he would just take it and eventually leave with no answers. When he went back to that same fallen log he had found that Pichu again sitting on the far end of it. It just stared at him as it deeply breathed, clutching at one of its paws. Its top right ear had been bent and it was bruised. It had obviously been healed and harmed again. The way it was though probably meant it couldn't get much further than that log. He was cautious and came closer with slow steps, each one urging the Pichu's cheeks to crack with electricity. When he had finally stood in front of it, staring down at the Pokemon, its eyes darted back and forth between him and anywhere else. There was nowhere else to go but the hospital again. He'd reached out and the Pichu hissed; it was enough to make him want to run and never stop running. Somehow though that rodent's hissing turned away to a fettered growling before a long sigh. It stared at him again then closed its eyes. Carey guessed that it knew what he was about to do and just accepted it. He'd been gentle to lift it into his arms again and was just the same surprised how heavy it was compared to how light it looked. 

They both had grown a reputation over the summer actually. A lot of the adults thought it funny, and Carey kind of thought it a little sad. It always found some way to wind up hurt as if all it did each and every day was find another way to get into a fight. Some days were better than others and there would be little less than small scratches that the Pichu would be licking at on the fallen tree. He supposed it simply grew used to the location. Well that and the fact he would bring with him a beef dumpling or two that his mom would make. The Pichu would eagerly eat at the dough of the dumpling and Cary would just watch without a word. Sometimes he would find what little courage he had though and pet at it. The Pichu was certainly not for that but after the seventh time that Carey had made the mistake since their finding one another, it had either just accepted it or grown used to the touching. He'd known in some way it enjoyed it especially when his finger traced behind one of its ears. One early evening as he left for home however the Pichu followed him. He was confused and even laughed a little. " I like you little fella but don't think my mom would approve." and the Pichu ignored him, even pulling ahead of him as if it was leading the way. It was stubborn but the way that it was, Cary also knew it was smart. 

Eventually he had taken the lead again and wandered on home, Pichu and all. His mother actually wasn't all that upset; she was surprised if anything but from the talk around the town to her son's own mentioning, in some way the Pichu had become more than a familiar to the lot of them. Besides, she could not get past how adorable the electric-type was and the way its high pitched noises were so soft. It was the most gentle and kind he had ever seen it behave before, and when his mother gave it a little hug, it stared at him from her shoulder and gave a devious grin. It really was smart. From then on things were very much different. The Pichu would find out the boy after school and tug at his pants or harass him until he followed it, and it was always back to the woods where the Pichu would excitedly look around each day. He would ask what they were looking for but of course all he would ever receive was " Pi! Pi! Chu!" He'd learned eventually what they were really after when at long last the Pichu found a Spearow and near on shot a blast of electricity at it on the branches of a tree. The avian was quick to be dislodged and took to the air with a loud screech before honing in the the attacking Pichu. The electric-type looked back at Cary as if waiting for a word, to be told something, anything. Cary just called for it to stop and run, and the Pichu yelled back in great frustration. It ignored his calling and kept fighting. Cary couldn't just watch as the Spearow dived onto the Pichu and dug its claws into the fighting thing. He couldn't just listen to it cry out and shock at the bird repeatedly. He ran up on the Pokemon, waving his arms and yelling. 

It was a good enough scare for the Spearow to release and fly off into the distance, knowing it was far too much trouble for any worth. Cary was relieved, and soon he was in pain as the Pichu tackled him onto the ground with a solid headbutt. He laid there sprawled in the grass and dirt as the Pichu yelled at him in its high pitched voice. About what? Who is to say. With every harsh growl and word its body would vibrate with electricity, further breaking down its balance. It was growing all too clear why it wanted Cary around. In some way it believed that having a trainer meant it might become more powerful but it didn't just want any trainer. It wanted someone who it could give orders to as well. It hadn't spoken to him the rest of the day; hadn't eaten anything when they got home for dinner. It wouldn't even look at him. When he was just about to fall asleep that night it had crawled into his bed beside him and stared at him. It fidgeted, tried to look anywhere else but him and leaned in to lick him on the cheek with an apologetic mewling. He sighed and stroked it on the cheek, feeling the electric muscles tighten in response beneath its fur and skin. " I forgive you little guy.." he whispered back and further paused. " I know its fighting that you really want. I know you want a trainer to make you strong.. I don't..I don't think I could ever be cut out for that or be good enough to be a fair trainer for you. I'm no trainer and I don't want to be one..but if you want someone to be with you during all those battles I..uh..would be happy to take care of you."

The two of them knew there was a compromise in both of their plans. Cary wanted to become a breeder, and the Pichu wanted a trainer. In some way it might work, and the matter was settled with a nod of its head. Both of Cary's Parents were so proud when they had heard he would finally be going out and taking up the title of a trainer. Of course he had been playing it off because in his heart he knew the only way for things to start was to play this game. The Pichu would give him devious grins when no one was looking as if in some way congratulating him on the performance. He didn't need an introductory loan Pokemon when he had finally received his Pokedex. Of course he had to log the Pichu as having been "caught" and the town's professor was more than happy to assist showing him how and what to put down. He'd learned that the Pichu was actually a girl and more than a year old among other things, but when the final blank field came to him, he wasn't so sure what to put. It required a name. " Well I'm sure it will come to you, otherwise there is no sense keeping you here any longer." the two had thought on a name, the only difference was that Cary was the only one who could speak English. Even if the Pichu understood every word he said, its own dialect made it impossible to be understood for something as intricate as a name. So the boy began calling out whatever came to mind, and the Pichu would shake its head. By the time they were waved off and wished well they were still doing this. 

When they had been deep in the brush and trees of the forest they were still doing this, and it was quite frustrating for the both of them. The Pichu eventually grew fed up with the game and tried to mouth the word so that as it came out it sounded as a squeaked " Eif!" Cary paused and looked down at her. "You want to be called Eif?" that was nowhere near what the Pichu was even trying to say but..it kind of had a pleasant ring to it. It was Eif or a longer game of guessing names which was growing way beyond its stayed welcome so she yielded with a stern look as if challenging him for another. " Well..Eif it is then."

Cary stared hard at the doors of the building. They had been through a lot together all those years, Eif and him. He couldn't let his worries and fears finally be the thing that broke it all now. He pushed the silver handles of the glass frame and went it with a deep breath. 
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Eif's back slammed hard into the black ropes of the ring, a cry escaping her mouth from the impact. She had managed to grab a hold of them with her feet and wound around them to gauge the ring again. The Machoke panted heavily, sweat dripping from its battered body. Eif had given them a run for sure and allowed the trainer all the room they needed to scramble and squawk orders out. The Pikachu fixed their mask, stroking some beads of sweat from its thin fur. They were on the defensive and that was just fine. The older man didn't want the Machoke diving in any further. The way Eif had control over the ring, neither the Pokemon or its trainer were even aware just yet why she were called Panic Yellow. She was holding herself back though; not just for the quarter time call but because she was waiting. Her eyes would look back to that chair in the first row and when they finally met with the familiar green ones of Cary's her fur bristled. He was finally there. She was angry that he was late..but she was also relieved he had come at all. To him it was nothing more than a brief uncaring glance. The Pikachu propelled herself off from the ropes and out into the center at Machoke, spreading her arms wide as she screamed out and created what looked like a stream of electric lines from her red cheeks that connected on multiple points with whatever they could crawl upon around the intimidated Pokemon. 

Eif had been using a less common move known as Electroweb. It was mainly used for air types or fast moving opponents but Cary knew the true purpose of it being used. He knew all the spectacular displays and moves that could get anyone excited having seen Eif use them enough, but he also knew when there was no trainer to call out and direct the battle, every move was a terrifying and brilliant display of raw intimidation only heightened by the uncertainty. It was something they both learned when they had begun battling along the roads with other trainers. When Eif was still a Pichu, She relied on herself wholly for the battle, and without a single directive order from Cary, they became a threat to any novice trainer, heck even more moderate ones who relied on hearing the tactics called out from the fellow trainers they fought. The Pichu had a fighting spirit and that spirit betrayed its form to those who considered it a quick victory. That's not to say they won every battle, and there were times where Cary was devastated watching the little Pokemon suffer to the point of collapsing. He was always there though for Eif and did his best to help in whatever way he could because he knew she wouldn't take being kept in a Pokeball. During their travels he had done studies of his own, taken books and spoken with established breeders on methods for dealing with more excessively physical Pokemon. They would often laugh about it when they found out it was a Pichu but would help him understand the moderate areas of her body he needed to take care of and soothe. 

He eventually found that being a breeder was not as simple as studying or filling a role. It took a practice of philosophy that went beyond physical therapy alone. It meant earning trust and fortifying the emotional bond of each individual Pokemon whether it was between their trainer or those assisting in the healing process. He remembered the first time that he had been resting on the side of the road beneath a tree and in some tall grass. It was a rare moment that Eif would be so close to him, and Cary would massage at her odd shaped ears that twitched and folded in his grasp. When he had laid Eif on her back against his chest and began to gently massage at her cheeks, she sent his hands flying off with a powerful burst of electricity to the point his hands seized up and clenched the air. Even with the time they shared together she was not used to things as a gentle touch. The way she was touched made her uncomfortable, how close they were made her uncomfortable because it felt..vulnerable? The way he touched however felt incredible which alone fought against and won over her resistance. She pulled at his hands once more and gave them a lick, trying to open them and place them against her cheeks again. Cary was a bit cautious after the painful burst but tried to be more easing in his handling. He could feel the electric sacks beneath the muscles, could feel them twitch and tighten sending soft tingling sensations across his fingers that kneaded into them.

He really shouldn't have been doing any of that without any protective gear that could negate the electric-type's natural abilities but a part of his own feelings was showing he trusted her as much as she trusted him doing any of it. It became less of a rare event for the Pichu to seek out his touch after that. In a way it was beneficial for them both. For Cary it meant learning to be more direct and precise with his attention to handling Eif, and for Eif it meant less fatigue after every other battle. Perhaps it even felt greater to her the more he did it to the point it wasn't merely a way to relieve tension but a way for the two to connect on a more intimate level without a single word at all. She didn't want to appear weak to Cary; she didn't want him to see the way he affected her because if he did he might start to assume he had some power over her. It was so hard not to ease into him though when he got started. She would allow the trainers they fought against to compliment Cary, and would glance at him from the corner of her eyes when someone might say how well he raised and trained the Pichu. They had no idea that it wasn't Cary who had Eif but Eif who had him. In a way she kind of hoped it might encourage the boy to grow a fighting spirit of his own but he was just as distanced from that idea as always. It was kind of a relief in some way. All she seemed to do was fight and be aggressive about what she wanted. Then there was him. Always meek and going along with her whims. Soft spoken and gentle. The only gentle thing in her life.   

Even if he had no part in her fighting, in a lot of ways she believed it was because of him that she evolved. It had came as a surprise to them both actually when it finally happened. After all those years that they wandered from city and town she always imagined she would transform in the heat of battle, that her second wind would be found in some fierce one on one. Instead she was laying in his lap as she usually did, allowing him to handle her and run his fingers against the fur of her chest and neck. It had felt so good in a different way that even now is muddled in her memory. This strange, indescribable feeling just grew inside her as if everything would be alright, and before she could understand any of it she felt it swallowing her up just like a light that filled the room and it was all coming from her. When the light faded away again she felt the same as she always had but she was different. Her size had grown, her body felt heavier but stronger. Her tail was no longer this small little black thing but abnormally long and yellow, thumping back and forth between her legs. She sprang up from him at first concerned but looking at her paws it became excitement. She had done it, she had evolved and come this far all by herself! No..they had done it together. She hesitated and looked to Cary, and for just the smallest fraction of a moment wondered how he looked at her, if in some way the thing she had become was something new and no longer what he would care for. He just smiled and held out his arms and she lept onto him.

Eif licked him all over the face, called out Pikachu over and over for that is what she had become. She nibbled at his own cheeks and showed him affection she had restrained herself from showing for all those years. He shook his head and chuckled, and she wiggled her way to accidentally nibble at his ear. He shivered and gently nudged her off. He pat his lap again for her to rest in it and she was more than happy to. She was more than happy to do anything at that very moment because it felt like she could do anything in the world. She also remembered that accidental ear biting too because even if he said nothing at all, she knew he liked it. As they both got older they agreed to stay around longer in one place or another. Cary was getting around twenty two years old and she was getting around in age herself at eleven years. He wanted to become more dedicated in Pokemon Breeding and she wanted something much larger than just a fight along the mountains and roads. The leagues were out of the question; Cary couldn't keep up his practices AND go about taking on gyms. He needed three pokemon on hand at least and she knew he was no fighter like her. she didn't want to share that glory and victory with any other pokemon, and in a far more personal thought she didn't want to share Cary either. There were fighting rings though and minor tournaments here and there. 

She was an unusual case every time, and in some cases she just wasn't accepted in if Cary wasn't going to actively participate. The places she did manage into though..the way people would cheer and call out, the way they applauded as she let herself go. It was electrifying. There wasn't big money in what she did but it was a step or four above whatever else they found on the roads. She didn't care about the money though. Eif wanted that feeling again, to be bathed in applause as she showed every single person and Pokemon just how powerful a so called rat could be. Her abilities grew with her determination, and her familiarity with pain and physical altercation lent to her enduring each match. She was wild, almost feral at times and downright cocky. It became a part of her and stayed a part of her whenever she went into battles. Intimidation and standoffish to confuse, frighten and anger her opponents for which there were many. When she would finish a fight she would escape the ring and hop into Cary's arms and look back to the other trainer with their pokemon, sometimes with an innocent smile and other times with a downright treacherous grin.

The Machoke easily broke through the electric restraints only to be literally swept off their feet as Eif rolled beneath them and knocked harshly at their legs in the process. Their trainer yelled out for them to quickly recover but it was too late. Before they could even hit the mat, Eif had used her agility to grab a hold of one of its legs, a loud bang of sparks seemingly exploding off the Pikachu's cheeks that threw them vertically spiraling into the air. In that very instant the Machoke was face first slammed back down to earth with Eif landing on their back. The Machoke briefly struggled and Eif smirked, gripping it with her feet before flashing in an almost yellow light of electricity that filled the whole show. It was too much as the trainer panicked and the white towel had been thrown in. The crowds roared as the little thing hopped off the fallen fighter. She stared at Cary briefly again and as he stared back he saw a familiar and fleeting longing in her eyes. He hoped she might run into his arms as she used to but she turned away and walked out of the ring as the announcer called out her victory and the bell rang.     
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She stared at the mirror in the privacy of her fighter's quarters. She didn't share this place with anyone. It was her home for a lot longer than she thought it would be. The reflection in her eyes was tired, a little from physical exhaustion and the greater of it emotionally. She tugged off the mask and brushed at her fur, taking in a deep breath as she rubbed at her eyes. It felt weird to see him again and it was weird to describe what she was feeling. It was a lot of things actually. She was relieved, she was angry, terrified, guilty, maybe happy he still had come. She knew he wouldn't come here though because that wasn't what Cary did anymore. He didn't have a reason to, just like he didn't have a reason to watch her battle at all. She was tough and she would get through it like she had with anything else in her path. She hopped into one of the two black chairs in front of the mirror and curled up in the seat hoping to ease her muscles and maybe her thoughts. She really did want to forget for awhile because no matter how angry she was that he hardly came around, that timid and uncertain look in his eyes always took her back to the way things were before all this. 

When they had settled for a bit in the city of Urshwire, they had found the fighting stadium that was called the Gideo League. Like anyone else the owners were rather unimpressed by the look of the Pikachu, and like anyone else they were dumbfounded by her natural and violent flare. She was completely unpredictable and more than that she was downright dangerous. Her moves in a way had developed through years of experience to not divide between physical and electrical channeling but a combination of both that was as organic as it was devastating. All they needed was one look and she knew they would be begging to have her on. She just wasn't aware how far that would go until they offered to make her a house official; kind of a mascot but with more perks to it along with a title. She had agreed but there were terms of her own that she wanted met too, one of them the most important to her that a single seat be reserved for Cary. The latter that she got to wear a special suit that distinguished her. So she fought and the dynamics of the ring seemed to change. Sure there were the same usual bouts and ring challenges through the week but she became a challenge of her own. "Who could defeat the feared Panic Yellow?" the way it always seemed to end up, no one apparently. She was ruthless, and as the house grew more confident in her, rewards were even offered among the betting lines just to see who could take her down. 

She could care less really. Cary handled the finer details among other things. He had been shadowing and working on prior apprenticeships during their journey, and pulling through references as he settled himself on a more professional hand in the Pokemon Breeding center near the opposite side of town from there. He'd developed a friendly acquaintance with a young woman by the name of Jessel. He would talk a lot about her, how patient she was with him and accepting she was taking him on for apprenticeship. Eif was reluctant to be supportive but she smiled; as far as she was concerned it was just the two of them and a new friend. Now and again she would be somewhat more affectionate with Cary, would surprise him with her nose pressing against his cheek followed by a lick. Even if he would jokingly tell her to stay away from his ears she would find a way to get a soft bite in there or two. It felt odd when he shivered. How he would pause, his whole body would just give up for that one second as if she had this mysterious power over him and he was letting her. Then his senses would come back and he would pull away. She wanted to see more of that side because the way it made her feel.. 

He smelled different to her for awhile. Ever since she had evolved, his scent had smelled wonderful. It made her feel just as wonderful when she was able to get closer but she was always just as quick to recede from showing it. They were small openings in her, windows that only he could see through and she thought some days that maybe he did see when she slipped up. If he did, nothing ever seemed to come about from it. The way he stared at her though was the way she always wanted him to stare. Soft and undivided, just like the way she stared at him even when it appeared otherwise. She had grown so much more powerful over the years but the greatest irony was that around that human alone she had grown the most vulnerable and needful. When Jessel started coming around their small apartment more, Eif became further tense. Her home had been invaded and she didn't like it. She didn't like how Cary smiled around her, how she laughed around him. She caught herself, realized just how jealous she was becoming because the girl had something she did not. She was a human too just like him, and Eif knew somewhere deep down inside that the more he looked at her, the harder it would be for him to look away. The way he looked at Jessel was the way Eif wanted him to look at her.

She was disinterested in Jessel even if she was patient because she knew just like her it was practiced. When Cary and Jessel started dating, that was when Eif began to recede further in. Some days she wouldn't return from the Gideo League at all, curling herself away in some corner. Eventually Cary would come along every time to take her back to the apartment. He had Jessel's scent all over him and it drove her crazy. She wanted to scratch at his clothes but when she saw the look of worry on his face and the way Jessel could make him smile, she eventually threw in the towel on her own. She had wild thoughts and fantasies of him just staring at her the way he did Jessel, and she wanted to know what it felt like to be kissed the way she watched them kiss now and again before looking away with burning cheeks both in embarrassment and anger. Was it even right for the Pokemon to feel that way about a human? She didn't know, and it grew twisted up inside her. She wondered if he ever knew those feelings the Pikachu had for him. His attentions grew divided between them, and his affections became divided. It just..looked like every day life on the outside. Was this the way it was supposed to be?

Sometimes he wouldn't make it for the fight, but he came for her always before the night was over. He seemed further drained than Eif had ever seen him, and it was for a lot of reasons. Down the line since they had come together, Jessel and him would get into disagreements, even fights. That's the thing about most relationships you'll come to find. Until you've been with someone for so long, you only see the pleasant side of them when things are pleasant. Eif had seen the good and bad in Cary and she could live with that..but the way Jessel was..even breeders have problems. Unlike Cary who was either unaware or unwilling to say it, Jessel could easily detect that jealousy in Eif, and their strained relationship created a stressful air in the whole apartment that wasn't going to go away. Eventually Jessel just stopped coming around altogether and would instead talk to Cary over the phone. He would be out of the apartment longer some days, probably out with her. It didn't ever seem like enough for Jessel and it was obvious why when Eif got a hold of him. To the Pokemon it was like a breath of fresh air again and she didn't want to let go of it. Things just sort of grew worse over time though. 

She could hear him through the walls some nights while he was on the phone, could hear how upset he would get and could sometimes make out the words. " I know how she is but I'm not just going to get rid of her to some clinic!..Because they're not just problems that can be trained away!" he had never been that upset before and his words grew below the understanding of the walls once more. When she found him the next morning he was slumped in the couch, tired and looking unrested. She blamed herself because she was so compelled to have things the way they used to be. Because she had thrown in that towel and still couldn't yield to defeat when every part of her wanted victory still. The way he stared at her now wasn't so kind as it once had been. It was the look of a man who was desperate to keep things going. It was a look that told her so clearly how much of a burden she had become. Cary didn't go out as often after that, and Eif would tug at his pants to remind him, to urge him of the Breeder's center. He stopped going there too and when he finally broke up with Jessel, it broke him too. It was the first night that he hadn't come for Eif, and when she had found her own way home she saw him on the couch again. She had never seen him cry before but he had been. She didn't know what to do, what to say or how to act. The guilt burned into her how relieved she felt and of how terrible he looked. 

She was quiet to come around and hop on the couch. She wanted to comfort him, to say she was sorry because Eif wanted him to know she didn't mean to take him so far down because the way they lived was so vastly different compared to one another. She wanted to be gentle with him for once and tried to hug him but he was so far gone. He shrugged her off, lost in his own little world that could not be reached by her. " Just leave me alone, alright?" the words were worn and dry, almost inhuman coming from him to the point that when Eif processed them it almost felt like she was in a terrible dream. She knew she had lost him, and she didn't know what to do about how scared she felt. He wouldn't even look at her. She lost herself, let the restraint off for only a single moment in a bark of absolute anger and withdrawal because she was scared. It was enough to shake him out of his stupor and to realize the way he acted but not enough for him to do more than call out for Eif as she managed her way to the door and scratched her way out. She found her way to the League building late in the night and curled away in her fighter's room falling asleep in a mess of her emotions, guilt and frustration. When she woke up to still find herself alone and in the same room she knew he would not come for her. 

It was over. The dreams were over. It was the same kind of relief she felt with Jessel being gone. It was empty and made her feel sick in the stomach. Cary had the same terrible sickness inside himself because he wasn't strong enough to keep things going. In the process everything fell through in a single night. He tried to pull himself back up but the truth was that he felt horrible. He didn't know who to blame for the way things had turned out but eventually he just blamed himself. It was just like his inability to be more than what a breeder was, supportive but useless in a battle. Eif never did come back and he feared for the worse that if she was somehow hurt he was ultimately responsible. It felt wrong for him to go to the Gideo League building more than four days later but he had to know if she was there. She had been there, and she fought just as passionately as she always did. When she had seen him, her fighting seemed to slow for only a moment but then became far more intense. He could see the anger in every one of her swipes and attacks, and for the first time it wasn't a part of the show. With every assault the Pikachu gave, she cried out and gave it her all. The opposing GurDurr didn't even have half a chance as she ignited the ring with a terrifying blaze of pure electricity. By the time it was over, she stood there panting and staring his way with that same angry look before turning her back as the referee called out the win. That very moment they both knew whatever they had previously was over.

He would still be there though some nights because it never seemed to be over. He wasn't in the chair every team either, sometimes just watching from someplace he felt she wouldn't look. A part of her wanted him to come around again but it was such a small part. Big enough that she wanted that chair reserved and knew no one would ever be good enough to sit in it. It didn't feel the same to hear the applause or to win. It became all business except on the nights when she knew he was there. Those nights when she would feel everything again and she both loved as well hated it. When whatever was her started dwindling away, he seemed to appear long enough to remind her from a distance. She wondered why he would even bother when nothing seemed to change. Cary couldn't give up on Eif though. She terrified him the way she had become, but the way she sometimes stared at him from the ring he saw reflections of the way she used to be toward him. He kept away because everything about her demonstrated how easily she could hurt him, but he was already hurt in a way that could not just heal on its own. 

She had heard the knocking at the door and snapped upright in the chair, fumbling with her mask once more before calling out. She was expecting it to be one of the reminder knocks for the next match. When the door had slowly opened, she looked up from the mirror to find those green eyes of Cary's staring back. He had actually come. For a lot of nights she thought about what she would do if he ever finally did. Sometimes she imagined that she would hurt him, that she would yell and screech at him and tell him all the things she felt even if he didn't understand a word of it. It seemed that was all she was good at. Hurting someone, anyone. If she pushed him hard enough ..maybe he would finally give up and be free of her. If she was nothing more than an enemy then he could go on with a free conscious. Instead she just sat there without a single word and stared at the reflection. He didn't have much to say either and it seemed like an eternity that the two shared glances through the glass. " Can I come in..?" his words were just as meek and soft as always. It had a way of getting inside her that she so quickly forgot about. She missed soft. Her tail twitched, patting at the chair beside her as if to beckon him.

His hair had grown a bit more, she had noticed now that he was far closer. The way he dressed was nice. He hadn't looked so unkempt as he appeared a bit ago. Maybe he was healing. Maybe they both were in some way. He had cleared his throat, and she watched his hands tremble in his lap as he stared out to somewhere only he could see. "For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a breeder. I don't think a whole lot of people..understand that. I once got upset because I accidentally killed an ant. My parents thought it was funny. Truth is I never had the heart for it. For fighting and violence." he watched Eif's ears twitch with every word. "Then I met you and it almost seemed like a sign that I was destined to see nothing but just that. After all the places we went together though I realized you brought out the better in me and reminded me just how wonderful being a breeder really was. I honestly never thought I would make something of it. Just a childhood wish." the further he went on, the softer his words became as if he was afraid to admit them in that room, and she wondered why he was even telling her. She couldn't help but listen. "..Then I forgot for awhile. Just sort of..I don't know. I got caught up in life and neglected you. Some days I'll think of that night and how horrible I felt, and how much worse I became when you never came back." Eif tensed up at his words, quietly distressed for the reminder.

"I wasn't good enough to you and I knew you always needed more than I was capable of giving but we always just stuck together because it was you and me for so long. Then I forgot for awhile about even the smaller things you needed and deserved. I guess I.." she could see the wetness in his eyes. "..realized how bad of a breeder I could be when I did what I did. I'm scared, Eif. I've been scared to come here, scared to say anything because..no matter what I thought to tell you it never sounded good enough or sorry enough.." she realized he was blaming himself like she had blamed herself. She didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to feel the wetness in her own eyes, and she didn't want to hurt him as she imagined for all those days and nights. He was surprised by her sudden uneven footing, the rodent hopping into the chair and on his lap. The way she looked at him through her hastily put on mask was just as longing as it had been. She was cautious with him just as cautious as he was with her the day they had truly met. She placed her paws on his chest; Deep down inside her eyes he could see that fierce Pichu staring back, vulnerable as it always had been and so well hidden. His hands felt her cheeks and she sighed sadly as he touched her. She had missed it so very much. She had been so stiff, so wound up and unable to relax. When Cary held her it took every ounce of will for her not to shoot off electricity and light that room up.

She wanted to keep feeling his touch, felt that swirling mixture of emotions she had deprived herself of and they nearly drowned her. He had fixed the mask on her head and whispered " You always had that fighting spirit. I'm sorry mine wasn't as strong." she snatched it off herself and pawed at his cheeks. She didn't know what to do or how to act. Her head felt light and dizzy, and she became confused by the way she was feeling as if she was dreaming again. It was that feeling like she could do anything in the world, and this time she didn't evolve. She had leaned forward further, nosed Cary's cheek as she stared into his eyes once more. He stared back and she loved how he looked at her and only her. Her own eyes closed as she leaned in and gave a slow lick across his lips. She had felt him tense up but he didn't push her away as she continued to trail her tongue down his chin and give an affectionate nibble. In that moment he felt like hers again. His hand held onto Eif and trembled but didn't hold her away. " Eif did you just..kiss me?" her heart had been beating heavily in her chest as that unstoppable feeling seemed to vanish away so quickly again. She could see the reddening on his cheeks and uncertain look in his eyes. She tried to find the words, darted her eyes back and forth like she once did as a Pichu. When the familiar knocking on the door had came she managed out of his arms and out onto the floor to snatch at her mask.

Eif looked up to him with hesitation before fleeing for the door knob and running out of the room. The pale light in the hallway made her head pound and vision pulse as she ran through it. By the time she had been submerged in the choir of the audience, she was completely disoriented and angry. She was angry for having ran away without a word instead of staying in that room. She was angry that she had let her guard down so far and let the moment completely take over her. She was angry because for that one shining grace of time things were going to go back to the way they used to be..and she twisted it again. She had slipped into her mask midway through the walkway up to the ring where a Primeape stood jumping in place with a determined look in its eyes. She didn't even let the announcer finish with her introduction as she ran her way in and tackled the Primeape against the opposite ropes. The trainer didn't know what to say from the sudden attack. "Is that even part of the rules?!" she yelled out, and her indecision cost her Primeape a tail slap from Eif. The Pikachu didn't want to be there. She didn't care about the crowd, she didn't care about the battle. Her tail kept slapping harder and faster and no matter what order was called out by the trainer it was far too late. The fighter didn't even last a minute before succumbing, thrashed and falling forward in a collapsed mess. Eif stood there staring and panting hard. It wasn't even a match at that point and while still there was cheer, it certainly wasn't as much. The Pikachu stared around in the bright light before vanishing off the ring as fast as she could. She could hear the spread laughter as the announcer struggled to say something, anything about what had just happened.

She didn't care anymore, she didn't want to run. She knew what would happen if she ran away again. The door easily gave as she knocked it open and slammed shut behind her back. Cary had been startled from his chair and standing up. His face was still flushed red as if he had been sitting there and thinking over what had just transpired but didn't even have enough time for that. Eif panted, staring up at him and trying to appear more confident than she really felt that moment. He tried to find the words and struggled, smiling weakly. She knew he was uncomfortable and uncertain because a Pokemon had just kissed him. It wasn't just any Pokemon though. It was her and she knew that meant something more than..whatever it was he was about to say. "I think we were both just excited. A lot of confused feelings and..I'm sorry Eif. Maybe I should just go and talk about...all this another time." but she didn't want him to go. She knew if he walked out that door that maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day he would be back and she would be in the ring. Their minds would be elsewhere and things would just..slowly return to the way they were. She would go back home with him to the apartment and that would be that..she didn't want to pretend none of this happened. She didn't want to share the stage light eventually again when someone else came along. She wanted to be the main attraction. She wanted him. 

Cary couldn't even finish a blink before the Pikachu had dashed those couple of feet between them and lept, her tail meeting with his chest in a blunt force soft enough to get him back in the chair but heavy enough for Eif to keep him there just long enough. She didn't give him the time nor warning before bracing her arms around his neck and pressing her yellow lips to his own. She could feel him tense up once more but it wasn't so apparent this time even with the added force. Eif held at one of his cheeks, holding their lips together as she had seen him do once before. It felt wonderful to her; she didn't want to let go of that feeling. When his head would pull slightly back she would follow and fill the gap, even tugging him closer until his own lips parted for air as she wrestled him in her own way. She darted her tongue into his mouth and rubbed it against his own, and when she felt his hand on her own cheek she sighed so deeply in relief and happiness as he gave into her. Her tongue was electrifying, literally. With every time she managed it against his own, he could feel the unstable vibrations of the pulsing energy flowing from her. She groaned happily as his own tongue pressed further into her maw and grew lost in the sensations of these new feelings she was experiencing. The way he embraced her was the greatest feeling in the world; that softness in his arms. Even with her smaller size in comparison she knew she had to be careful with him otherwise she could so easily hurt him. 

Eif gave a disappointed whine as he finally pulled away from her and panted for air. She was along the same way. He chuckled a little, and was completely unsure of himself but he was also doing that because of something else. Eif's mask had been pushed around and half hanging off her head now from the excessive affection. She chuckled herself and pulled at it once more to stare at Cary with a timid smile. "I don't know if any of what we just did is right but..it felt right. I don't know..maybe we shouldn't do this. Wouldn't this be unfair to you..to us?" she didn't care what was fair or not, right or not. All those years of restraint had come falling away and he could finally see what she had kept away from him. She dropped the mask into the chair and curled her tail around his arm. She wanted to go; she wanted him to take her home. Neither of them seemed to care about the consequences when they left the building and vanished into the night. He held onto her the whole way back and it was quite the curious sight, the suited Pikachu in his arms on the city tram. When they had reached the apartment, Eif felt a great weight lift from herself. She wiggled in his arms and managed to find his lips again before he could close the front door. 

She sighed into his mouth as he returned the affection, feeling that inhibition of his dismounted as she trailed her lips and tongue along his neck. When he had taken her to their bedroom and lain her out on the bed, she squealed in delight as his hands found their way at the zipper of her body suit. There was nothing that hadn't been seen before waiting beneath, but in that moment she felt truly vulnerable to Cary. She wanted him to rip off the suit, to mount her and show her exactly what a breeder was made of but his fingers were delicate with his actions. She sighed dreamily with half chuckles as he was so careful. Meek, soft, sweet Cary. " I want to be good to you.." he whispered as he leaned in and kissed at her own chest. She shuddered and took to nibbling at his ear that wasn't so far away. There was no reluctant pull away or stop. He even let out a soft moan of enjoyment as she sucked and licked at his lobe. It felt good to have that power again, to have any sense of being able to connect with him. When he had tugged away the suit from her legs she stared up at him with an almost drunkenly giddy look. A part of her body knew what it wanted but she had never done anything like this before, and the thought of that mystery he was sharing with her was terrifying, exciting.

Even free from that suit her entire body felt hot to the touch. She moaned out appreciatively as he began to massage at her sides and displace her thin yellow fur. Everything about the way he touched her had been missed, and the way he was touching her now was enough to send sparks off her cheeks. She tensed up, a crack of electricity flashing off her as she could barely contain herself feeling him touch her there. He found a small burn mark against the wall from the display and shook his head with a skittish smile. "Uh-maybe I should take things slower than that." he murmured while trying to back off from her before any further damage could be done. She was far more agile than him though, quick to pull herself up and yank him back down all over her on the bed. Her strength was indeed so very deceptive of her size, and she easily overpowered him. She gave his cheek a long lick and shoved him over onto his back before hopping on top. She squeaked and chirped out softly while pawing at the buttons on his shirt and trying to pull them loose. Her eyes would find his now and again and quickly return to her work. His own hands had been at his pants, undoing at the belt and zipper. He was surprised how hard he had been and excited his body had grown. Was the idea of being with Eif that arousing to him? 

They had been together all those years and in some way he found her to be cute in a lot of ways. When she was affectionate now and again with him and nibbled on his ears, the sensation was enough to make him feel strange. Coming from her he secretly wanted more but he blamed his body for the growing desires as he got older, and that somehow giving in to that impulse would be no more than using Eif..and he couldn't betray her like that. He was ashamed that he even had such thoughts at all and that maybe there was something deeply wrong with him. In some way he still felt like he was betraying their friendship by giving in now as he had. He couldn't help it the way she was with him, the way her little body pressed against his own and drew out those desires he tried to tell himself didn't exist. It was a quietly distant if not desired taboo and he could not begin to understand where and when along the way the two began to share it. He knew from the emotional strain that they were both fueled on withheld needs all up to now. Eif watched his eyes wander and could see the final blurring of reservation in them. When it seemed as if she might lose him entirely she softly whispered for him and gave the softest kiss she could on his lips. Her tail slapped lazily against his stomach and even met with his hands that pulled at his boxers.

She looked back and found his human shaft to be twitching in his hands having finally been free. She grinned with devious curiosity as she turned away to crawl down his stomach until the head of his cock accidentally poked her on the nose. His scent was so very much more potent down here and it was intoxicating. Aif had never seen human genitals before, albeit her naivety extended outward to hardly having knowledge of a Pokemon's either. She had her needs and on the rare night the Pikachu might even toy with herself a little without truly understanding why it felt so good. As she grew older and took in some of what Cary would study, she further understood the concept of mating. It rather repulsed her, the idea of being at the mercy of another Pokemon in that way; then she looked at him and wondered if such a thing as a human could mate with a Pokemon. The way she was though made it impossible for that to be considered. The way she stopped herself and pulled away whenever she was affectionate with Cary was enough of an answer how pathetic she was in that department compared to her fighting. It felt wrong of her to desire it, just how it felt wrong when she grew so jealous of Jessel whenever she came around. 

Her tiny paws gripped tenderly at the base of his shaft and by the way he sounded as she did it, she was easily mastering the idea of mating him as she dragged her paw up and down his length. Her eyes would follow her work as she rest her chin on her other hand, a big smirk across her face as she pumped him. She had to taste him; Eif leaned in and gave the head a healthy lick and her tongue was delighted by the exotic taste of his desires. His hand came to rest on the back of her head, his fingers running through her fur and getting behind her ears. She approvingly hummed as her eyes crossed and closed, finding the weight of his hand to ease the cockhead further into her wet and accepting mouth as she lowered her head onto it. Her tongue slid out beneath as she accommodated him inside the tight confines of her jaw. Her red cheeks bulged as she took in a deep breath of air and became ever so much more excited by his musk. She loved the way he gasped and sounded, the strange noises he made all because of her and it made her body tingle with great desires of her own. He had gone too far in however and she gagged, pulling away and off Cary to turn her head and stare at him with a stern look as if to say "Why did you do that?!" the overall effect was kind of lost with the broken trail of saliva that trailed off her lips. "S-sorry Eif." he managed through his shallow breaths. 

She forgave him. Of course she did. Her tail brushed up against his face and drew Cary's attention to her rather wet slit. She was unaware of his staring, having returned to her work with a fettered sigh while sucking on the head of his shaft. The way his hips jerked and tensed when she did it was clearly a good sign, and she loved to swirl her tongue along the smooth skin as she bobbed her head up and down on him. A grunt rose from her lips as Cary felt beneath her tail and ran his fingers across her heat. Eif's back arched and kept arching as he teased her with that delicate touch of his. It was too much and with a sudden drop of her body the Pikachu managed his finger to slip inside her. Eif let out a muffled bark, her inner walls clenching as she experienced the alien feeling. At first it had felt rather uncomfortable, and Cary was just as quick to free himself once more but she wanted to experience it again, thrusting back to push his finger inside her and reclaim that sensation. It was an alien feeling for them both as Cary continued to finger her, taking in every tensing muscle from her form. She grunted around his cock, gripped and stroked what she could not manage. The stimulation was more than enough to make her sucking erratic, the static rolling off her tongue.

It had gotten her so worked up and the further he pushed inside her the more scattered her thoughts had become. Eif hardly took notice that her small hips were working into his finger in an established rhythm. When she felt the second finger press into her she pulled her mouth off him to grit her teeth and pant in frustration from the teasing, and to endure the rising pleasure from the natural response she was having because of it. She wanted the teasing to stop but she wanted more of Cary and it was driving her crazy. She knew exactly what she was after, and Cary knew as well when she pulled away from his grasp to reposition herself and face him again. The Pikachu straddled his lap, raising her hips and wrapping her tail around his shaft to position it. Eif looked to Cary a final time, a smile on her lips that was both out of the lustful cocktail flowing through her body and the dawning realization she finally had what she had wanted. The boy who she used to wait for around that fallen tree so many years ago had grown so much older and she had too. It was a bit awkward at first as she tried to ease his cock inside her as their size difference wasn't exactly subtle. Eif was determined though and with enough force wiggled her hips back and forth to take him in partially. 

She twitched around him, spoke softly in murmurs maybe to him or maybe to herself. Eif took it slow as she lifted herself from him. For so long she had waited on this and the larger part of her believed it would never happened. Her paws kept to his chest and she could feel his heart beat, could feel the same in his shaft when it had been inside. She wanted to feel that closeness again and lowered once more. She took him further inside, his cock far more lubricated from her eagerness. When it didn't seem he could go any further a deep pop sounded from the electric-type and Eif stifled a cry, closing her eyes tight as she stopped her descent. It was her first and the sudden pain was enough to halt her movement at least for the moment. Her body didn't want to wait though, it wanted what she had denied it for so long so she eased further down until it appeared she had become hilted on the man. Eif had taken all of him, and in a subconscious way she was prideful in knowing she could. It wasn't long before she was pulling up to drop herself back down, the both of them sharing moans of mutual satisfaction.

The way her powerful little hips met with his was a turn on Cary never expected to find. She had taken the lead and worked her way up and down on him as if she was making him hers. Eif gripped at his partially undone shirt as she let her own instincts take hold; soon enough she was near bouncing energetically in his lap as she rode him and moaned out. When Cary's hands grabbed her by the sides, she could feel him thrusting back to meet with her and she loved every moment of it. The pleasure fired throughout her entire body and it never seemed like it would be enough. She let him do the work, braced herself and raised her nose to the air as she let his own instincts take her too. The way he forced his cock inside her in their union, it was the first time he hadn't been so delicate or gentle, and that knowledge heightened her approving arousal. When she felt as if she couldn't take anymore, her voice became caught in her throat as she shivered and tensed as if there were no end, and Cary knew what was happening as the Pikachu spasmed over his shaft. She cried out in absolute bliss as she experienced an orgasm for the very first time. A bolt escaped her cheeks, whipped across the ceiling as every part of her shivered and shook. The electricity ran through her entire body and the stimulation was enough to drive Cary over his own edge. She felt his thrusts grow erratic and more deep, needful before he slammed their hips together a final time. She felt him cum deep inside her and let out an encouraging sigh, her cheeks twitching and sparking.

She wanted to go again, she wanted more..but she was also exhausted in so many ways. Her body had finally gave in when it all came rushing to meet her again. The room seemed to spin around Eif and she laid into Cary. Before she fell asleep she could feel his hands on her head and the beating of his heart. 
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The bell had rung and with that the Hitmonlee bounded forward through the fighting ring. " Give them a jumpkick, Ray!" their trainer called out and in that very instant they bounded through the air, their leg outstretched. It met with the masked Pikachu and threw her rolling across the mats. Eif had allowed it; her showmanship would be no less today. It was the final challenge of Panic Yellow and she wanted everyone to be on the edge of their seats. The rodent was quick to recover, the left side of her face already bruised from the blunt force. Eif's eyes darted between the Pokemon and outside the ring. Cary sat and watched from the yellow chair. She knew he wouldn't miss this even if he still didn't have the taste for fighting all these years. He was leaving Urshwire in the next few days. They both were; to where, neither of them knew. It had been interesting to settle for awhile but the two of them knew being in that town had done them both a lot of good as it did bad. She was still in her prime no matter how old she had been getting, and there would always be a fight to pick somewhere else. It wouldn't feel the same to her but she still had the ambition just as Cary had the ambition to further himself on as a Pokemon breeder. They just happened to keep one another in sight of all that.

Eif wondered if she should have just let the Hitmonlee take the fight, and let her go out in some spectacular and dramatic way. It could go either way and she just wasn't so sure. Her mind was a swirl of distractions from the events of the following week from Cary finding some way to explain the events of that one night to other personal matters. Cary and her had been exploring the newer boundaries of their relationship and she knew they were only just beginning. Growing adjustments as she became used to him again and used to the new ways he acted towards her. She wasn't used to that kind of attention but she loved it.. She loved him even if she could not show it as openly whether that was because others couldn't understand or because she created the cold front, and he loved her back even if he couldn't show it in public. Maybe one day, but that didn't matter so much now. Just like the battle happening in that very moment, the future could go any which way. The electric-type pointed at the fighter and motioned her paw across her throat. It was going to be a good show. She lept forward without another second and launched on the Hitmonlee much to the delight of the crowd.

-The End-