Double Trouble (BB & Music)

The boy was filled with awkwardness, fear, excitement, and impatience as he stood outside the Werdna domain.

For starters, he’d start traveling the land; a coming of age. His meddle would be tested, just as his father’s was. His steps out of the town would signify his first steps to becoming a man, or so he was told. Almost more importantly, traveling meant deploying some…different tactics to make some cash, and new windows for doing it. He was actually an early bird that eventful morning, a rarity.

And just to make it all the more daring, this was just after recovering from the flu.

He caught the flu, colds, fungal infestations, and such frequently. Strangely enough, getting sick was bitter sweet, not hell in a hamster wheel. As the saying goes, idiots can't catch colds. Of course, thinking of Lidia, who he never remembered sick, could easily spoil that idea.

Dispite Ms. Werdna being the boy’s junior in residence in Lavender by two years, she was easily the closest to his age whom he also spent a lot a time with, best buds, one could say. It was logical to travel with her, and both Mr.Fuji and the boy’s father insisted, even though the friend was… a girl.

He figured that with the girl by his side, they would go straight for Fuchsia City. Sure, it was one of the more he’d nearby gyms, but there were less obvious reasons for the prediction. If he had her kind of confidence, he’d go after Koga. Guy even looked badass, and rumor had that even his daughter was going to be a tough cookie in the future. Plus, from what Bo figured, that girl would be a future peer for Lidna if things went according to her plan.

And this reasoning would be absolutely fine with Bo if not for two things. One: he was one with a Pokémon that had the advantage against poison types. Two: she was unlikely to listen to his theory for beating Koga. Granted, disregarding the latter was perfectly logical, as it based off of his experience with ninja movies. He theory was as follows. The mystic energies of ninja are dispersed evenly throughout those battleready and allied together within an area. So, If one is the sole survivor of a ninja clan, that one becomes an uber master, and an army of ninjas is basically just a bunch of guys in black pajamas. By this theory, this would normally mean the best strategy would be to defeat them all simultaneously, though having only to beat one specific ninja to win the badge meant that things would be different. Koga could be a pushover if conflict with other ninjas, like his daughter, could be avoided.

And for the former, he knew Lidia was adamant in her passion for fire Pokémon; he knew she wanted to replace old man Blaine. From what he gathered, Fuji used to work on Cinnabar, fancy scientific stuff, and was tight with the gymleader. He was too concerned with the old man in the present to try prying into his past, though he remembered Lidia asking a lot of questions about Cinnabar. It made sense, and he admitted it was actually admirable.

Pokémon battling was a sport, and it was common for trainers to bet that they would win a battle. Bo had a three pronged allure to it. Thus, it was just assumed that Lidia was going to go after gymbadges and that he follow lead and do the same.

He was almost about to get second thoughts about doing so as he began to pace, his umbrella’s tip making the intended outline of a Nidoran in the soft dirt. Eventually, after doing more such artistry, he leaned on one of the house's sidewalls. He didn't dare take a look though the window to see what may had him waiting for almost fourty minutes. Then again, he never exactly announced that he'd come to "pick her up".

Dad told me that women can be meticulous about this sort of things, but- “C’mon!” Bo half shouted. With this came an epiphany; he would actually try knocking on the door.

Lidia's first thoughts as she rolled out of bed, eyes still red from the sleepless nights (school-related) that she'd been having lately, were that Eevee was going to get it someday. The normal-type Pokemon had bitten her hand in her sleep, then jumped onto the bed and leapt around on her prone form. Jeez, Eevee, you really need to learn to calm down. The tiny Pokemon was urgently crying out for food, disturbing even the stoic Growlithe at the foot of the bed.

Sighing, she fetched the two bowls, filling them with food make from a cupful of berries,then placed the dishes before her faithful Pokemon, standing back to observe their dining. I'll need to find a couple of Fire Stones, she mused, remembering that Eevee would evolve into a Flareon only with the help of one; the same applied to Growlithe.

Meanwhile, she looked across the room at her bag of stuff, then walked over and turned on her lamp. The room glowed with the orange light, the two Pokemon looking up briefly to meet her eyes with their own. They never seemed more powerful than during a meal in a clean, well-lit place. Although a cave would accomplish the same power.

With adept ears, Lidia glanced up sharply to hear a familiar voice, containing a great deal of frustration and impatience. She chuckled mirthfully, then said to her Pokemon, "Come on already, we're leaving." The Eevee jumped to the bed and then to her neck, while the Growlithe insisted upon walking on its own two feet.

After hefting the bag to her shoulder, she turned off her lamp then left the house. Her parents, having said their farewells the previous night, had already left for their jobs. So she exited her house one final time, unhampered by their presence.

There, as suspected, stood Bo, just preparing to knock on the door in the early dawn light. "Well, Bo, I'm here. When are we leaving?" she asked her friend, a hint of amusment in her voice. Her blonde hair had already been pulled back into a ponytail for the day, and she had changed into a pair of jeans and a blue polo shirt. Her Pokemon yapped noisily as she conversed with her friend.