A/n: Heavy homophobia and you and trish are 18

I picked him up and ran. "Allister come on we've got to leave!"

"Where are we going?" He asked gripping onto me.

"Somewhere safe, where no one can hurt us," I huffed. My feet pounding against the grass.

"I thought home was safe?" He asked.

"No, no it wasn't," I said, the moonlight glistening above our heads. There was a quietness for a awhile. Well, expect the sound of a bag hitting my back and sticks breaking under my dirty tennis shoes. I cam to the stow en side gym, knocking on its big doors.

Paxton, who was the gym leader here, opened the door, "(Y/n)? Is that you? What are you doing here at this time of night?"

"I'm sorry if im disturbing you but," I was cut off.

"My child, what is that on your cheek?" I put down Allister.

I looked to Allister, he looked so scared, "I-its," I took deep breath, "I'm fine Allister, I'm okay, can we just please come inside?"

"Of course my children, come rest your heads, it must have been a long trip here," He opened the door wider, ushering us. He looked out the doors, glancing side to side. We set Allister to bed for the night. Then Paxton sat me down, "So, what's wrong?" I looked to Allister, just to make sure, "He's asleep (Y/n)." He reassured me.

I tucked my hands in my legs, "I came out to my parents," I started crying, "They said no one would never love me, then they slapped me and told me to get out. So, I took Allister with me and escaped." I was completely sobbing.

Paxton pulled me into his chest, "Oh (Y/n), I'm sorry that happened. How about I make you and Swablu one of the strongest teams out there!"

"Yeah! Because then i'll be able to protect Allister!" I whipped my tears.

"There's the spirit!" He quietly cheered.

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I grew up there instead with Paxton training Allister and I. As Paxton was in old age he announced his retirement and appointed me the new gym leader. (Y/n) the flying type gym leader. I was strong with my team of a level 36 altaria, level 34 Corvisquire, Level 34 Noibat and level 35 Drifblim lastly level 34 Noctowl. Sure Noibat and Corvisquire aren't at their fullest potential but were getting there! Paxton was sticking around because he was our garidian and he was training Allister and his Gengar. I was coming back from a battle when I heard running footsteps, this was common as I was somewhat famous now.

"Hey! Look its the Fagot!"

My eyes widen, "What?" They were a little older, stronger too.

"Grab her!" I couldn't remember much after that.

When I awoke, i was in a dumpster somewhere, I tried to get up, my left arm limp. I fell back into the dumpster with a yelp. I started crying, calling for help. About an hour later, there was the sounds of sirens and cop car lights. They lifted me out of the dumpster. The bright lights in my face, I tried to shield my face. Everything that night was a blur. The questioning, the ride in the ambulance, the oxygen mask on my face, the hospital stay. Everything was a haze.

I remember Paxton coming to my side in the hospital, "(Y/n)! Where were you! I was so worried!" All I could do was just look at him, I started to cry. "Oh sweetheart," He held me and rocked me.

"Hows Allister?" I asked.

"I told him you went training," He said running his fingers through my hair.

"Thank you," I said, drifting out of concussions.

It only got worse from there. When I started to get attack on the daily I had finally had enough. I quickly named Allister my successor after 4 years and left. That final I looked to the gym one final time. It resting in the night. I kissed my hand, setting it on the entryway of the gym whispering my final prayer, "Take him to the moon for me."

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"Okay guys we have a new recruit today!" Bruno clasped his hands together.

Some of the team groaned, I was excited, "Trish! You'll be having a roommate!" He smiled. Finally another chick in the house, and this got some of the guys excited.

"A chick?!" Narancia sat up, a fork from fugo still in his hand.

"Get that fork out of your hand please," Bruno sighed, "But yes, a lady. (Y/n) why don't you come in here?"

She wore a long sleeve (F/c) crop top with light blue triangles on the sides where her arm lay, A pair of navy blue sailor pants and to top it off a yellow beret tilted to the side, "Sup?" I glanced to her shoes, doc martens, a simple black.

I held out my hand, "Hello nice to meet you! I'm Trish, these guys are gonna act like dogs for a while, don't worry about them."

She smirked and snorted, but shaking my hand saying, "No shit, men can suck my ass." I couldn't help but laugh along. I liked her attitude already.

"I mean I'm not that bad," Mista smirked walking up to her.

She gagged in response, "Puh-leaze all men are the same, I don't even try anymore." Mista put a hand over his heart, "Plus, isn't bad to date co-workers?"

"Youch," Was all Mista responded with.

"I apologize for his actions (Y/n)," Bruno sighed guiding her to the chair next to me. Then sitting down himself.

"I'll go get some more tea," Abbacchio got up, taking the tea kettle with him.

"So how'd you get here (Y/n)?" Giorno asked.

"I tried to pickpocket Bruno and got caught simple," She shrugged, crossing her arms.

"Nothing else? No epic back story?" Narancia asked.

"Keep asking questions and all your stuff will be on the black market by tomorrow morning," She gave a side glare to Narancia.

"Okay then," He nodded in response.

"Here's some tea (Y/n)," Abbacchio set the kettle down. Now here was the real 'test', if you could call it that. Abbacchio poured a cup for (Y/n).

She lifted the cup to her face, sliclence. She gave a laugh, "Haha very funny," she extended her are to the side, turning the cup over, letting it spill onto the floor. "Do you not think I know what piss smells like?" she crossed over to Abbacchio, cup still in hand. Then, she smashed the porcelain cup over his head, and then smashed Abbacchio head into the table, holding it there. We all jumped back except for Bruno, she crouched to where she was face to face with him. She had a fist full of his hair, "You think this is a goddamned joke? Am I joke to you?" She glanced to her hand, "You know, with a quick snap of my wrist I could snap your neck right now," She got up, tapping the back of his neck with her pointer finger saying, "You shouldn't leave yourself so open." She sat back in her chair.

"Holy shit," Narancia whispered as Abbacchio sat up rubbing his cheek.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "I won't be eating anything, I've lost my appetite." She rubbed her tongue over her teeth.

"It was about time he got his ass kicked for that," Giorno said.

"What you say you little shit? You wanna take it outside?" Abbacchio fully stood up pointing his finger at Giorno.

Bruno rolled his eyes, "Really?" Everything would be a little different now, but I liked it. I liked her.

Next couple of months was new and exciting. Then it just really settled in. (Y/n)'s room was the room next to mine. It was all fine and dandy! I could sometimes hear her talking to herself or watching stuff really late at night. They were cute small habits that I got attached too.

Then it got weird.

Bruno and abbacchio were doing their lovey-dovey thing in the living room, you know feeding each other or whatever. (Y/n) groaned leaning back in her chair, "Can you guys like, not?"

"What to you mean?" Bruno asked.

She waved them off heading upstairs to her room, "You know what, forget it."

"Huh, thats weird," Bruno said tilting his head to the side.

"She's doesn't do that when I flirt with ladies Bruno," Mista said.

"Do what?" He glared.

"React like that," he avoided Brunos glare.

"Are we just assuming she Homophobic Mista?" He got up walking towards Mista.

"I mean we don't know! We don't know anything about her!" He raised his hands in surrender.

"Shut up Mista," I glared, "I'm gonna check up on her." I left the downstairs, walking towards her room. I knocked, "Hey, (Y/n)?"

"Fuck off," she yelled back.

"Can I come in?" I asked, hand on the door handle.

"Do you not understand fuck off?" She replied.

I backed off, "Okay, just making sure your okay."

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I sat on my bed as she left, snuggled up against Altaria's fluffy wings. I sniffled into her wings. I didn't want anyone hearing me. Why do they get to be all lovey without any repercussions. Why do I have to suffer through this? What in arceus did I do deserve this.

I got up and sighed, maybe this time I wouldn't have to move, its been what? 4 months? A new record. Maybe I could learn to live with it this time. I rinsed a towel with cold water, pressing it to my face to stop the swelling from crying.

Another knock at my door, "Can't y'all leave me alone?" I quickly put Altaria back in her ball.

"Mista has come to say apologies," Bruno said, "And were coming in."

"Apologize for what?" I asked, fixing up my hair, tucking the pokeball in the drawer.

I heard a zip, great, "He has come to apologize for his rude comments," I walked out to see Bruno hold Mista by his collar.

"I have to apologize for calling you homophobic, its just you," I was sick of this.

"You continue that sentence and you are going to become one with the floor you understand me?" Bruno let go of his collar as I janked on it.

He tilted his head to the side, "Hey whats that red ball thing in her bathroom?"

I turned to follow his gaze, "What red ball thin-" The pokeball was not in the drawer like I thought, but on the counter. "Shit," I whispered, running to it and then jumping off my balcony with it. They were yelling for me. I just kept running.

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I looked to Mista, "Could you go get Abba for me?"

"Sure thing boss," He said eager to get out of my grasp.

I waited a couple minutes, resting my head on my arm and tapping my foot, staring out of the balcony. Then abba came in, "Hey, whats the problem?"

I turned to him, "Just a minute or two ago I grabbed Mista and dragged him in here to apologize. Then he noticed 'a red ball' in her bathroom. She immediately grabbed it and ran. We need to know what it is." Abbacchio just nodding bring out moody blues. We walked through it. She busted into the room, crying. She looked through a bag on the floor, picking something up and dispensing it, then collapsing on her bed. She lay there for couple minutes until Trish knock and she then got up, walking to the bathroom wetting a towel and pressing it to her eyes then came Mista and I. Abbacchio recalled Moody blues.

I looked to him and he looked to me, "I don't want to go through her stuff," he stated.

I sighed, "But we have too."

"I know," he rolled his eyes. I walked over to the bag picking it up. I set it up on her bed, it came down in a cluttering sound. I looked to him again. He came closer. I started to pull out bottle of every color, a couple gems, some candy, a couple stones. Then it came to us what it all was when I pulled out a pokeball.

"Oh my god," I said.

"Yeah, what the hell," Abbacchio rolled his shoulders.

"I'm gonna put all this back," I said nervously, putting everything back.

"Yeah, do we talk to her about this? Shes obviously hiding it?" He asked.

"Yes, cautiously." I nodded.

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It had been a 3 days sense we'd seen (Y/n). I was really starting to get worried. Bruno and Abbacchio were all hush hush about what happened. I set the table for dinner that night. We all laughed and ate.

Then it came, a slam from upstairs, we all stopped laughing and looked to the stairs. There stood (Y/n).

"(Y/n)! Its so," I stood up.

"So, who went through my bag?" She fiddled with somthing small in her hand.

"How'd you know?" Bruno asked.

She walked down the stairs in the light, she was hostile, "Because I found this on my bedroom floor when I came back in," She set a little yellow rock on the table.

"Listen we were just checking you doing," Bruno said seemly calmly.

She sat down next to him, resting her arms on her lap, interwinning her fingers expect her pointer fingers, "Shut the hell up."

"Hey watch your," Abbacchio stood up crossing over to Bruno's side.

She now rested her arms on the table, one she rested her head on, "I know you helped out, I'm surprised I haven't kicked both of your asses yet. Do you know how much could have gone wrong if you had just clicked one little button? Opening those is like sending off a beacon on to where am I. You know that right?" It was all quiet no one knew how to react. "Are you gonna answer the question?"

"(Y/n) we were just making sure you weren't gonna kill us," Bruno defined.

She leaned back in her chair, "Oh my god, you can't be serious? That is the shittiest excuse. You want to know why, it's because i've heard a thousand times." She got back up, back to the rest of us, talking over her shoulder, "You know I thought I'd come home explain everything, every secret reviled because I finally felt safe. But, no, I had to come home to know you are rustled in my most personals. Thanks assholes." With that she left back up to her room.

Everyone finally relaxed, Abbacchio rubbed Bruno's back, "That is the most intense i've ever seen her," Fugo said, shuttering.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I'm gonna talk to her," I nodded. Everyone's eyes came to me.

"Trish sweetheart, I don't think that's a good idea," Bruno said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged it off, "I didn't go through her stuff, Plus i'm a woman. It's different when it's just woman to woman. Promise me." I walked up stairs to my room. I collected my make up stuff and headed to her room. I knocked, "(Y/n)! Were having a sleepover!" I demanded.

"Go away Trish," (Y/n) said.

I busted in, "Too bad." I walked over to her, "I'm giving you a makeover so turn a movie on, were having a girls night. I also have no idea what secret you have because They didn't tell us so were good."

She sighed, sitting up and turning on the TV, it was on the pokemon station. I shrugged strutting over to her and pushing her back down, "Hold up imma straddle you so I can do your makeup."

"Wait what?" She ask, trying to sit back up.

I sat on her lap, "I said ima do your makeup, so chill."

She laid back down, "Oh okay um," She seemed out of her element. After awhile of comfortable silence she spoke up, "I can turn the channel or we can watch a movie," she offered.

"This a pamper day for you so you can do whatever you want, plus i'm interested in what you like, you never really tell us," I said sticking my tongue out to the side. Her face was just red, "HEy you okay? Your face is really warm."

"Yeah i'm fine, it's just always hot in my room," She said.

"Okay now stop talking because I need to do your eyeliner so close your eyes," To be honest I would be lying if I said I didn't like this, and maybe a dream i've had? We're not gonna talk about that. She looked really pretty laying there in the light of the TV. Some pokemon battle going on. After about a minute her eyeliner was done, "Okay i'm gonna do you lipstick now. Say ah!" I giggled holding her head up just a tiny bit. I slowly did her lipstick, then I stuck my finger between her lips, "Now close!" She looked confused, "Were trying not to get lipstick on your teeth." Slowly she wrapped her lips around my finger, "My hands are clean I promise," I giggled. After a while I took my finger out of her mouth. "Let me go get a dress, stay here."

I walked out her room, trotting to my room, "Hey trish, how was it?" Bruno asked.

"I'm giving her a makeover! Girls night!" I cheered, "and uh," I blushed.

"Oh?" Bruno asked.

"Don't worry about it!" I squealed rushing into my room. I opened my closet, searching for a dress. I found a light blue with clouds on it, wrap dress. I squealed again, This was perfect. I rushed back over to her room to find her infatuated with TV, I leaned over to look at it. Another pokemon battle, It seemed to be a gym leader? I sat next to her, folding the dress over my arm, "Whose that?"

She blinked a couple times, "Oh um it's allister, The Galarian ghost type gym leader. One of the youngest gym leaders at age 11."

"Oh wow," I mused, "He's young."

"Yeah, uhh what you got there?" She pointed to the dress in my lap.

"Oh! Its a dress for you! I don't ever wear it so you can keep it!" I held it up for her.

She smiled, then paused, "Wait do you want me to go put it on?"

"Of course!" I pushed her into her bathroom.

After a while she came out, "How do I look?" she asked.

I clasped my hands together, "Beautiful!"

It was later in the night, about 3 am when I woke up to a rustling bed, and mumbling, but in a accent. I turned over to (Y/n). Her eyebrows were furrowed. I gently shook her, "(Y/n)." She didn't wake up, I shook her a little harder, "(Y/n), wake up its just a bad dream." She shot up, looking around wildly. "(Y/n)," I called again. She looked to me, panic evident in her eyes. "Hey, it's okay do you want to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not," Her accent stuck out like a sore thumb.

I sat up, patting my inner thighs. She looked confused, and a little sweety. I grabbed her head, setting on my thighs. She tried to protest, but I quickly shushed her. I ran my fingers through her hair. She seemed to settle a little bit.

I took a deep breath in, "Pinky promise, i'll still love your garden." I sung. She just stared up at me, "Even with no flowers, Even with no flowers," I stopped massaging her scalp. "Doctor's orders, don't be brokenhearted," I closed my eyes, "Never thought that something, Something so tragic, Could ever happen to," my voice just below a whisper, "Our peaceful, little perfect family." I felt her fingers wrap around mine, "I promise, Promise to love you," Her grasp seemed to slightly tighten, I could feel all the muscles in her hands, some of which you wouldn't think existed, "You and the children," I felt her slowly move my hands, not knowing where they were going I just continued singing, "Carousel spinnin'" then they reached their destination her face, "Our neighborhood will always be this pretty." I opened my eyes, connecting them to hers, there was a sense of childish awe in them. I smiled, "Bombs are falling, On Monday morning, Waiting for the news together, An explosion, any moment, You make moments last forever and ever," I watched as her eyes fluttered shut and then, her breathing slowed.

I kissed the top of her head, a sleepy smile on my face as I drifted off.

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It was a couple weeks later and (Y/n) had been sent out on a solo mission. Just to retrieve a painting It should have been simple. Its been a week, it was in town too. I couldn't help but pace in her room.

"Trish?" The door creaked open.

I whirled around, "Any news of-"

"Whens the last time you slept?" He asked, approaching me.

"I don't know? Maybe two nights ago?" I wondered running my fingers through my hair. "I just... I just..." I broke down.

"Oh Trish," He held me.

I sat there crying for a while before I had the nerve to ask, "Do you think she left us?"

"No, she wouldn't do that, maybe it just went wrong," He tried suggesting.

I cried harder, "I just hope she's not dead Bruno, I pray she's not dead."

"Why don't you come down for dinner?" He helped me up.

"I hope were not going out," I whispered, whipping the last of my tears.

"No, were waiting for (Y/n)," He said as he held out is arm for me to take. I took it and leaned my head against his shoulder. Dinner was somewhat pleasant, a try for normality at a time there was none. It was quiet, expect for a couple tries for unlanding jokes. I finished early, leaving my plate in the sink, and heading back to her room. I fell onto her bed, turning on the TV, pokemon battles. She would describe what was going on in them to me, I don't know how she knew so much but I guessed she was just a super fan. I snuggled closer to her blankets that now only barely smelt like her. I slowly fell asleep to the background noises of a pokemon battle.

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I leaped over the fence only able to use my right arm, my left broken. A black eye clearly evident on my right eye. I climbed up the side of the manson to my room. I swung my legs over the side of the railing, wincing a bit as I hit my left arm. I looked to my bed to find a body in the mass of it all. I took a step closer, the pink hair stood out in the light of the TV screen. I sighed. I looked to the TV, playing pokemon battles. I looked back to her, a tear rolling down my cheek this was gonna hurt a lot.

I covered up all the bruises with makeup in the bathroom and heading downstairs, making sure to not wake anyone. I made a cup of tea, adjusting the gauze. I then poured the hot water in a cup and waited. I sat in the living room watching the sun rise, knowing it'd be the last one I see here.

I heard tiptoping footsteps, "(Y/n)?" There at the bottom of the stairs stood Fugo, "Is that really you?" He squinted as he came closer. I just nodded, "The client said you never came, what happened?"

"I'm leaving tonight," I bit my thumb, eyes going back to the late dawn.

"What? Are you serious?" He sat across from me.

"I doubt that you would," I was cut off.

"What about Trish?" he tried to get eye contact.

"Please, don't make this harder then it already it is," I was trembling.

"So are just expensable to you, use us until you don't need it anymore?" Fugo asked, getting irritated.

I stood up, "It's not like that!" My voice raised without me knowing.

"Then what is it (Y/n)? You've been missing for a week! No notice nothing and now you want to leave it seems pretty selfish to me!" He yelled.

"You wouldn't get it!" I yelled out, tears threatening to fall.

"No I wouldn't because it sounds pretty damn manipulative to me!" He smugly said.

My accent slipped out, "Fine! You want to know then fine!" I took my shirt weakly rubbing off the makeup. Only half the word showing, Fag written clearly on my left cheek. "Happy?" I held out my arm. "I've been on the missing persons list for four fucking years Fugo! I've gotten jumped too many times to count!" I was just sobbing, "I am the cause for someones death! Have you ever felt that? They were jump me and brother then my mentor stepped in and save us, the cops found his dead body the next morning in the streets and I couldn't tell anyone so that was the second time I left." I felt more then one pair of eyes on me, I looked and made eye contact with Trish, she looked horrified, "The first time I got jumped was when I was 13, all I remember was waking up in a dumpster covered in gross old food then the sirens and a light in my face as I was rushed to the hospital. Then they told me it's been a week sense anyone last saw me. " I sat back down, "Right now my left arms broken, a black eyes, pretty sure my ankles toast and the word faggot written on my face you think i'm very happy?"

"(Y/n), you don't have to leave," Fugo crouched beside me.

"You don't get it, they'll kill you too, that's why I have leave. Just forget I ever existed, if anyone asks, say you never heard my name and move on, That's the best option for you guys," I shrugged.

Then Trish came over, light as a feather, "I don't want to forget you, (Y/n)." I just completely broke, collapsing into her arms.

"I don't want you to die," I whispered.

"Don't worry," She smiled, "I have a couple great body guards."

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From there we all really watched as (Y/n) healed. She went from really hidden to showing us what she really did for a living. "You guys ready!" She smiled, a true excitement in her eyes.

Everyone was ranged from Narancia who was like a kid hyped up on candy then to Abbacchio who just rolled his eyes. Her smile was so big you could bet that It reached both eyes her face, she looked to me. I couldn't help but giggle, encouraging her.

"Alright come on guys!" She threw 5 pokeballs all landing perfectly. There was one shaped like a cloud.

"Woahhhh," I said, completely mesmerised, I walked closer reaching out my hand. The pokemon bowed its head.

Then I felt (Y/n) tackle me as she yelled, "Trish move!"

"Whats wrong," I asked startled.

She walked over to the pokemon and started scolding it, "You cannot take Trish flying right now! She is very underprepared! She is in a bra and a skirt!" It squaked back at her, "Just because I did it one doesn't mean anything! No! We are not taking her flying right now! We are inside too, if you break a window I will make you sit and stare at it for two weeks. Oh you whinning baby relax, after we get done I will take you flying."

I could help but laugh, "Thats adorable, you scolding it like a child."

(Y/n) blushed for a second before correcting me, "She, and she is a spoiled brat. This brat is altaria, my starter. She means quite a bit to me." She lazily smiled at it.

"Then we have Corviknight, scary but, a good boy," It chripped and rubbed up against her.

She slowly moved on, "Here's Noivern, a bat like pokemon. Not really much to say about him."

"Noctowl here is kinda like a ummm, shes a nerd, its an owl nerd, Honestly Fugo you might like her," She joked as the rested on her shoulder, at least tried, "Your too big for that now, Noctowl, off."

She rolled her eyes smiling, "And last but not least, Drifblim I couldn't why I choose this pokemon as a kid because its know for kidnapping people. I really couldn't tell you," she rubbed the back of her neck, "But yeah their all super friendly so you can pet them! They love pets!"

I laughed leaning into her, "love you!"

She turned red, leaning back into me, "yeah, love you too."

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I had been a couple more weeks sense we met her pokemon. It was late at night, "Hey trish can I ask you a question?" She started to fidget.

I leaned my head back kissing her jawline, "What is it sweetheart?"

"I think I want go home, I want you to really meet Allister, he deserves a good family." Her arms squeezed around my waist. A couple tears falling, "I'm sorry, I just still haven't seen him in real blood sense I left and,"

I continued to pepper kisses into her skin, "I understand, come on now we better get packing!" I smiled, grabbing a suitcase. "I've always wanted to travel outside of the country," I found my big floppy hat, putting it on laughing.

The next day we headed out, waving by to passione. We got on the airplane and headed out.

She started to tap on her knee as we landed, I took her hand rubbing it, "Its gonna be okay."

We got off the plane and headed towards a station the red outer exterior shinning. The cheers of the stadium already loud. She grabbed my hand, "I know a back way in." I followed her to around the back, to a bouncer.

"I.D. Ma'am?" He asked a Pokémon at his side.

(Y/n) pulled out her I.D. She tilted her hat up a bit, "Have a good day sir!"

"W-Wait gym leader (y/n)!" We turned back to him, "can I get a autograph?"

"I don't have a pen on me," she bit her lip.

"Oh I do! Sorry I've always been a huge fan of yours, been kinda waiting for this day!" He pulled out a pen and paper, (Y/n) quickly signed the paper, then she took my hand heading in. Back there was a huge banquet hall but only with 8 people, it was like a huge lounge.

"Hey! Who are you!" Someone really y'all yelled.

She just stood still and leaned over and whispered to me, "Dont worry, they like to act tough."

"Hey! Asked you a question!" He strutted closer, a dark figure of over 6 feet tall. She suddenly grabbed his arm pulling out a pen she had lied about and signed his arm. "AH! What the hell," he trailed off. (Y/n) snickered. "(Y/n)? Is that really you?"

(Y/n) flung off her hat, "And my girlfriend!"

"Oh finally your not gonna be a forty year old virgin living I my basement," one with black and white hair said.

"You watch your goddamned mouth Piers before I bet your ass in now wheres Allister and I have new special edition league cards." She glanced around the room grabbing the cards from her bag.

"Allister is battling, but (Y/n) whose your girlfriend?" A sliver fox asked from across the room.

"No touchie, anyone. But, this is Trish Una!" She held her hands out to present me.

"Haha very funny," I grabbed her collar, pulling her in fora kiss, I was still shorter then her.

"(Y/n)?" A timid little voice came.

(Y/n) quickly pulled away, "Allister! How's my strong little brother doing!" She picked him up and spun him around. I couldn't help but look on lovingly.

"Hey quick question, are you guys actually girlfriends?" The tall guy from earlier asked.

"Yeah?" I said eyeing him up and down with a soft glare.

"I'm glad," he put a hand on my shoulder, "I'm glad she's healing. By the way, I'm Raihan, (y/n) were really close back in the day, I'm excited to get to know her and you again."

I took his hand to shake, "Its nice to meet you!"

"You dye your hair? Also doesn't take any hair care advice from spiky over there," he pointed to the guy with black and white hair.

"Oh yeah, completely natural no hair dye!" I smiled and laughing.

"Hey! Hands off Raihan! I'm watching you!" (Y/n) pointed in his direction. I couldn't help but giggle. This was going to a amazing life.