67 Chapter 67

For a moment Gary just stared at his unconscious pokemon held in the grasp of my epic new Charmeleon.

Before, with a sigh, the brown haired teen's shoulders slumped and he lifted his hand into the air, pokeball in his grasp, "Return, Wartortle." he said, a moment later, a beam of red light shooting from the pokeball and enveloping the water type.

It disappeared into the pokeball and Gary stared at it, looking quite shocked if I do so say myself.

Quite possibly bamboozled, and I don't blame him. Gary was probably quite the hot shot new trainer until now.

To bad he ran into the awesomeness that is the Great Jord. Few could stand up to the towering heights of the epic me. Heh.

"Clap their cheeks?" Hilda's voice behind me broke me from my inner masturbation and I turned around to see her looking at me, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised and gaze so dry it would make a Magmar's tail jealous, "Please don't tell me you're seriously considering that."

My lips quirked up into a smirk, "Nah, it's just a joke," I admitted with a laugh, "Besides, you know the only cheeks I wanna clap are yours."

Well, not the only ones, but a little white lie never hurts anybody. As long as it isn't found out, or the other person isn't a dramatic little bitch.

"Oh, how romantic. I'm practically swooning," Hilda rolled her eyes, before snorting, "You know, it's kinda cute being a horny little shit at your age, but give it a few years and it'll just be creepy and annoying."

Well, she's not wrong. But, she missed something;

"Why do you think I'm milking it so much?" I grinned at her, "It's cuz even while it is fun, it's cuz I know I can get away with it right now." I mean come on, beyond getting a few more extra years to live, there really isn't much benefits to being de-aged.

Well, beyond the fact that I can practically sculpt my bodies path of growth this time around. I discovered a fun little fact about Chansey and Heal Pulse while going through the pokedex.

But, I'll keep that tid bit to myself for now.

Besides, the few extra years of living won't matter shit to me with my plans for the future.

"...Of course you do, I don't know why I'm surprised," Hilda shook her head, but she couldn't hide the way her lips twitched up briefly into a smile from me, "I guess this'll be good stuff to bring up when you get all famous and I interview you."

"There you go!" I clapped, "See, now you're getting it."

She rolled her eyes again, but I didn't pay attention, instead I turned around to face the fire type that had just won me the battle, standing silently and waiting for me.

Man, looking at him just quiet and waiting for me, his crimson red scales gleaming in the light from the Sunny Day above, Charmeleon looks all stoic and badass.

Like a raptor. Scary almost, but a certain terrifying coolness factor to him. "That's ma boy!" I flashed him a thumbs up.

And immediately, the cool stoic badass look was broken as a wide grin broke out on Charmeleon's face and he raced over to me and leapt through the air towards me.

I caught him around the middle and spun with him, "Look at you, all big and powerful now!" I gushed, "Next time he see's you that scrub Cross will probably cry."

"Char Char!" Charmeleon happily hugged me back. And god is he pretty damn big now, already coming up to my chest in height and packed with tons of weighty muscle beneath those gleaming scales.

Guess he won't be riding on my shoulders anymore. Ah, it only lasted like two weeks, but I'm gonna miss those days of cute Charmander huggable fun.

Now the gates have opened for the badass Charmeleon days and in the future, legendary Charizard days.

"So, is that your starter I take it then?" Gary's voice made me look up from where I was hugging Charmeleon.

The brown haired Pallet native was making his way over, rubbing one hand through the back of his spiky brown hair.

I set Charmeleon down and rested one hand on his head as I looked the older teen in the eyes, the fire type leaning into my touch, "Actually no, I only caught this guy roughly two weeks ago," I replied, "He had another scrub of a trainer before who released him cuz I beat him in a battle with my Beedrill."

"...Two weeks huh," I saw Gary visibly bite the inside of his cheek and shake his head, "Well at least I know for a fact you used TM's on this one, no way it'd be able to learn Blast Burn without being fully evolved without em."

"I've used a few on him, only about five though," I shrugged, "If I used as much TM's on him as you did that monster of a Wartortle, we'd have clapped your cheeks even harder."

Gary snorted, "Are you actually gonna use that from now on?" he asked, unable to stop himself from grinning at the thought, "I'm not gonna lie kid, that's hilarious, I'd love to see gramps reaction to you spouting that on live television at the Indigo League or something."

"Nah, that's something I came up with just for you." I laughed.

"Heh, sorry kid, I ain't into dudes no matter how muscular," he nodded respectfully at my biceps, then jabbed his thumb over his shoulder to where his cheerleaders were waiting, "I'm more into the soft and curvy variety as you can no doubt tell."

"Neither am I," I shot back, "And even if I was, I could do so much better. You're not bad looking for a dude I guess, but if I was into guys I'd be be going for way higher, like Lance or Steven Stone."

One of his eyebrows twitched, "Oh please, I'm way outta your league Jordie-boy." he snorted, crossing his arms.