Good As Golduck || [Green & Misty]
As if the awkward incident wasn’t enough to brush off as is, now Green was laughing about it. He sure seemed to get a real kick out of it, that’s for sure. What, was her pick up line really that bad? Or did he find it that humorous to imagine Misty in such a way?
"Mind tellin’ me what’s so funny, bucko? The only thing worth laughing over is that fact I’d mistaken you for a hunk.”
She was clearly embarrassed, and retorting with such spiteful words was her initial reaction to play it off. Luckily, the tables turned once she saw a shoot of water crash against the male’s rump. She hadn’t a clue where or whom it could’ve come from, nor did she really think about it for too long. It automatically sent her into a laughing fit.
"It looks like someone thinks otherwise of ya, hot shot! Maybe they thought you needed a cool down!"
As her laughter subsided into faint giggling, she placed a hand over her mouth and looked at the man before her once more. The tall, toned, dripping wet man before her. Her eyes lowered once he wasn’t paying much attention to her and more on the culprit. His face wasn’t that bad to keep her gaze from wandering, it seemed. Green surely took good care of himself and his appearance, and Misty couldn’t deny that she liked that.
When he let out a shout towards the water, she direction her attention over to where he was looking, as well. She was much surprised to see a rapidly moving, cynical-looking Golduck coming straight towards them.
The only thing she had time to do was flinch and instinctively shield her face with her arms. A little bit of her had hoped maybe Psyduck would think to come protect his trainer, despite her telling him to stay put (as if that was really his reason for staying put.)
But after feeling the supposed menace brush against her leg, she realized she wasn’t in much danger. Things once more took an odd turn once she saw the attempt of seduction in the Golduck’s eyes that was aimed towards her.
“Looks like you’ve got a taker.”
She gave an immediate glare at Green. “What are you implying? That I’m hurt about you not takin’ those advances earlier? As if I would have given them if I knew it was you.”
She took one step to the left to move out of Golduck’s love bubble. “And get your studto take it down a notch. There’s no doubt this arrogant little guy is your Pokemon.”
Once Green was done with picking on her, the firecracker simmered down a bit. She gave a slight chuckle. “Kings, huh? I was hopin’ maybe I’d be able to rule this land. I thought I would be pretty worthy of it.”
Her face showed utter confusion once it was question why she’d be anywhere that there was water.
"You mean you really can’t figure out why? Well, I guess I’ll tell ya. I’m actually not here for some R&R, I came here with my Psyduck, hopin’ maybe I could get his butt into gear."
She then looked back to locate her unattended Pokemon. Hopefully he hadn’t gotten himself into too much trouble within the amount of time that they were apart. And to her surprise, he had actually taken her orders to stay put, a little too literally. Was he even breathing?
She then decided it was probably a good idea to call him over. Why not, she had already brought him up to Green. She let out a sigh, then there was a pause before she gave a wave in Psyduck’s direction.
"It’s alright to come on over here, now."
At first, the duck-like Pokemon only gave her his typical blank stare, but then eventually put one foot before the other and waddled over in a hurry, knowing it was best to not keep Misty waiting.
As Misty scooted away from the doting duck, Green watched as his Pokémon let out a somewhat offended grunt, the gleam in his eyes turning into an even more pompous glint then they already had been prior to her cold shoulder. It seemed as if he just couldn’t fathom why any individual that he was oh-so gracious enough to approach with such interest would dare to decline his advances. How rude! Any other woman would be rubbing his chin my now!
Still, rejection aside, Golduck kept his gaze on the Water-Type trainer even as she now stood afar from him. As long as he keeps up his undeniable interest— and undeniable charm — she was bound to come around eventually.
Green laughed under his breath in response to his Pokemon’s quirky behavior. He then turned his eyes fully onto Misty, placing his hands on his sides and pushing his chest out slightly, as if boasting.
“Well yeah, of course.” He responded, chin held high. “They do say that Pokémon tend to reflect their Trainer in some way. This guy just happens to display an aspect of me you’re not a big fan of. Bad luck.”
Training, huh? Well of course this humble little beach would be the perfect spot for that, too. Green hadn’t raised a Water-Type in quite a while, but if he ever decided to give another one a go in the future, he’d probably mimic her training regimen and come here himself.
When Misty turned to face farther up the beach, Green leaned to the side to look around her and locate the said Psyduck with his own eyes. She waved the yellow creature down and called out to it, yet it remained where it stood. Green wondered if maybe it had not heard her. It had definitely seen its Trainer, though, for it was staring dead at her. He was a little puzzled as to why Misty’s companion wasn’t down here with her already, especially after Golduck’s little display of affection. Even in his basic stage, Green’s Pokemon wouldn’t have stood for that foolery. If attention was being given to another creature besides himself… that was a problem, and he’d rush over to the problem and attempt to fix it. But, every Pokémon is different.
Green stood silently, patiently awaiting for some kind of movement from either of the other party. He was expecting Misty to call out once again, but suddenly there was no need to. Out of nowhere, in the midst of the thing’s blank staring, a switch seemed to turn in the little duck’s head. The short and chubby Psyduck took off in a dash— er, more along the lines of a quick paced waddle, actually— in their direction, finally responding to its Trainer’s signals only after very long pause, as if there was some type of lag in its system.
The Water-Type moved across the pebbley beach as quickly as its stubby little feet would allow. Although Green was anticipating the thing to trip over a stray grain of sand, it somehow managed to make its way down to halt beside its Trainer with no accidents. Upon arriving at its destination, it stood without a sound. Without a flinch… without a glance at either of the individuals it had yet to be introduced to…. Nope. Just… stood.
Oh yeah. This one was definitely different.
“Remember that thing I said about Pokémon reflecting their trainer?” He craned his neck to send her a suggestive gaze, brows cocked in a manner that was sure to vex this redhead who was tended to be oh-so easily red-faced. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind with this guy.”
“Nah, I’m kidding.” He quickly added, flashing the girl a quick smile as if to validate himself.
“But honestly though…”
The man kneeled down, placing one knee into the sand to put himself at eye level with Misty’s Pokemon. It was looking towards him, but he wasn’t exactly sure if it was looking at him. Regardless, Green decided to try and get its attention for himself. He raised one of his hands up and clenched it into the shape of a fist. He then placed it lightly on the Psyduck’s head, giving him a slight ‘donk’ on the noggin.
He’d expected some form of reaction, but the little guy remained exactly as he was. Not a muscle, not a blink, not a breath.
“Man, Misty, where’ve you been hiding this gem at?” He asked, a somewhat dumbfounded expression displayed upon his face.
“Definitely not something people would expect out of a prestigious Water Trainer like yourself. Probably best you keep him under lock and key then, huh? People like us are the subjects of plenty of rumors, ya know. And with some things I’ve heard about you, I really don’t think you’re in need of anymore of those.”
Good As Golduck || [Green & Misty]
Today seemed like a perfect day for something Misty had been putting off for a while. After much annoyance throughout the previous week, she realized she probably shouldn’t put it off any longer. One must start somewhere, after all, and this one round of training certainly wasn’t going to change things over night. Today was merely the beginning of getting Misty’s inept Psyduck into better shape.
This cause was a serious matter, and Misty had been thinking long and hard about where, how, and when it was going to take place. Sure, the pool in the gym would be a nice place, but what if someone walked in and witnessed the two in mid-training? Rumors would surely spread about the gym leader and her seemingly weak Pokemon. Plus, she thought it’d be best it was taken place where there was fresh, open air. Maybe that way, the two will get more than enough oxygen in their brains, both needing it for different reasons. Misty because she was sure to blow a fuse, and Psyduck because he barely gets enough oxygen, anyway.
Since secrecy was a necessity, along with water, of course, Misty thought of the perfect spot. She had always peered down upon the nice little beach near Route 25, but never actually took the time to visit it. She suspected that many others had the same mindset about it, since there was mostly jagged rocks that took up the shore.
So, the location was decided, which was the main concern. The redhead then allowed Psyduck out of his pokeball, deciding she would think of the other details on the way to Route 25. She rubbed her temples with the balls of her index and middle fingers, agitation that had built up over the week hitting her again upon seeing the plump, yellow duck before her. “Today is training day. I hope you’re well-rested. You’re going to do more work today than you probably have your entire life.”
Psyduck only tilted his head at her statement. Perhaps the word work was one he was unfamiliar with. That was certainly about to change.
Misty let the dense duck waddle alongside her as they headed to their destination. She could only hope he wouldn’t do something embarrassing now, they were only walking, after all. How could someone screw that up? However, she didn’t talk much, halfway because she was in deep thought about the training routine, and also so she could let Psyduck focus on what he was doing. Left, right, left, right.
Misty’s thoughts began to trail off into other, less important matters. She was going to have a beach all to herself. What if it was unnamed territory, even, if no one ever took the time to visit it. Maybe then she could conquer it, and have it named after herself. There, she would be queen.
“Psy?" Was the beginning sound of a domino effect between the two. Psyduck somehow managed to trip on his own two feet, falling right in Misty’s path. Her eyes were fixated into the clouds as she daydreamed, having not seen the chubby roadblock, therefore tumbling down as well.
She quickly scrambled back onto her feet, hoping she’d get situated in time before someone noticed the collision. As she brushed herself off, she looked about, realizing no one was around anyway. She let out a sigh of relief, before giving an intense glare to her clumsy Pokemon, who was still lying there on the ground. “Did’ja forget how to walk for a second there?!”
He looked back at her with his typical, puzzled look. Her brows then unfurrowed, therefore relinquishing the harsh gleam in her eyes. She pulled him back onto his feet, speaking in a more softer tone. “Let’s keep moving. Be more careful, alright?”
Yes, Psyduck was often the cause of Misty’s headache, but she had kept him around for a reason. She didn’t quite know why, but she saw potential in him. If anything, she had grown fond of him over the long period of time they’ve she’s spent as his trainer. And he could possibly teach Misty something she needed to work on as well: patience.
The end of Route 25 was finally approaching. Misty could hear the sound of the waves crashing, and she could catch a whiff of the salty atmosphere. It was all so refreshing to the girl. She began to pick up her pace from the anticipation, but made sure to not leave her yellow companion behind. “C’mon, Psyduck! It’s the beach! Aren’t ya excited?”
One thing the two shared was a love for the water. It was practically the only thing Psyduck showed any jubilation over. He even began to pick up his pace alongside his firecracker trainer, taking one flipper off of his head and held it out for Misty to grab onto to make sure he kept up.
Misty immediately took off her shoes and dug her toes deeply into the sand. It was the best on-land feeling in the world to her. Before she went too astray of the mission at hand, she looked down at Psyduck sternly, in a way to show determination, and an attempt to have some rub off on him.
"Now, don’t forget what we came here for!" She barked as she shook her finger at him. “We’re gettin’ you into ship shape!" She then looked around the beach, and in that moment, realizing they weren’t alone. There seemed to be a guy there, as well.
Talk about ship shape.
She could see his bomb figure from where she was standing. The water trickling down his body only enhancing the definition of his figure. Oh, were those abs? Why, yes, they were abs! And what strong looking arms! He even had one lifted so that it flexed a little. Nothing was better looking to Misty than a hot bod in swim trunks. This guy knew just how to sport them!
If it had been anything less, she would have been pretty annoyed at the fact that someone else was on the beach. However, she just had to let this one slide. Being alone on the beach was a nice thought, but being alone with a total beefcake was even better.
Alone, with a beefcake, and Psyduck.
Misty nearly forgot about the Pokemon right beside her. She prayed to based Arceus that he wouldn’t do anything embarrassing. Out of all times, please not right now.
"Stay right here.” She grumbled to Psyduck as she began to approach the eye candy in the near distance. Flirtatious greetings floated in her head, having a hard time choosing which one to use on this hunk. She had a feeling that this one was different. This one was going to prove himself to be fairly interesting.
"Well, hello there! What brings you to these waters?"
This one was..
What a let down. But who knew Green was so built? She sure didn’t. She felt disappointment, and a sense of embarrassment from talking to her colleague in such an amorous manner. She then tried to restate her question.
"What are you doing here, Green?"
Green continued to survey the surface of the water with complete concentration, searching for rising air bubbles or any other sign that could tell him the location of the life he knew to be underneath. Now as for just what he would do after spotting his Pokémon? That was an entirely different task and frankly the man had not a clue. He’d face that problem when he got there. He had the find the ornery thing first…
Or, maybe he wouldn’t get to that step at all.
Suddenly, the man’s focus was shattered by a sound coming from somewhere behind him: a voice. A voice other than his own on his private little abode! And not just that! But a very… Suggestive, yet very oddly familiar voice…
Blatantly curious, Green turned his back to the sea to look behind him. There, he saw a very familiar face, and the look on that face definitely did not match the mood of the call he’d just heard. Misty stood with an expression that was anything but pleased, and honestly, Green was a bit confused by the event that had just occurred. He looked to her wide-eyed for a moment, silently in deep thought. When it finally dawned on him what had happened, Green tried his best to stifle his amusement, but… completely failed. He let out a very non-discreet, very loud bout of laughter.
"What are you doing here, Green?"
When Misty spoke up, Green collected himself, letting out one last short snort of amusement before replying.
“Man, what a change in voice you just had!”
And by replying, he meant completely avoiding the question and taking a moment to poke fun at his fellow Gym Leader instead.
"You really liked what you saw until getting to my face, huh?" He continued in a mocking yet playful tone. "I happen to think it’s one of my defining features, though. How rude.”
A sly grin crept across the man’s face, and he began to open his mouth to continuing his banter, but was suddenly silenced by a blast of cold water hitting his backside, surprising him and halting any further words from coming out.
Green stood in silence as the liquid dripped and trailed down his body and onto the sand below, and slowly but surely, his expression morphed into one that much resembled the girl’s in front of him.
Now that was rude.
To pull a fast one while he was distracted? Forget the Psychic-type shtick, his Golduck was dishing out Low Kicks like a pro.
“Hey!” The man shouted as he turned his back to face the water and find the obvious culprit of his drenching. He opened his mouth the shout again, but was silenced by the sight he saw upon looking to the water. Golduck was neither floating at the surface nor hidden once again underwater, but instead rushing through the waves in his Trainer’s direction a full speed.
As the world’s fasted swimmer, the Water-type reached the sand in what seemed like the blink of an eye. Green expected the Pokemon to come hurdling towards him or let out another blast of water, so he braced himself for impact. But, neither of those things happened at all. Golduck’s sights weren’t even on the man, but the other figure beyond him.
Green watched as Golduck rushed right past him and halted at Misty’s side. The duck stood with his arms crossed, eyes locked on the girl. He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly leaned himself towards her, propping his body against her side and pushing his weight against her. He then craned his neck and winked up at her.
Green chuckled to himself.
“Looks like you’ve got a taker.” He said, a very broad smirk perched upon his face. His Golduck was quite the lady killer. He was known to lay the charm down on any pretty thing he caught sight of in search of attention. Cause’ why settle for his Trainer’s when he could receive it from a cute girl? At the very least, his Pokemon’s new captivation would keep away any further surprise attacks.
“Sorry it wasn’t me, but he’s a real stud too, ya know.”
With all pestering finally out of the way, Green finally decided that he should probably address that question of hers.
“Tch.” He started. “Me and Golduck have shared the throne as the kings of this place for ages. Public beaches have too many brats runnin’ around for my linking.” He paused to make a face. Green had enough noisy kids coming in and out of his Gym. Having to put up with them on recreation was definitely not something he was after.
"We’ve neverseen another soul down here, so excuse you for storming our castle. Why are you here, tomboy? That’sthe real question.”
Good As Golduck || [Green & Misty]
Mid-July was without a doubt the threshold to the dog days of the summer.
Kanto was a place that was known to undergo the full effects of the seasons: Snow storms in the winter… constant showers in the spring… so naturally when this time of year rolled around, every inch of the region was hit full force by the blistering sun. And if there was one thing the Viridian City Gym Leader hated, it was heat. The man practically sheltered himself from it, holing himself indoors where the luxury of air conditioning was present, either at home where he could relax or at the Gym when he was on duty or felt like doing some training, because he was definitely not piling on the sweat by doing that outside.
As a matter of fact, making the commute to work was the only time when Green allowed himself to be truly exposed to the blazing weather…But, this wasn’t the only time he ventured out into the sun of his own free will. It was simply the only outdoor situation that he found unenjoyable.
Aside from the glory of AC, there was only one other true method of beating the heat, and that was swimming. Now that was something Green enjoyed, and so did his Golduck. Because both he and one of his Pokémon took such pleasure in the activity, he’d at one point taken the liberty to have a pool installed in the backyard of his home, and he was commonly found within it on days were the weather was suitable. Who could be bothered by the sun while soaking in chilly water, after all? The thing wasn’t anything extravagant, but it got the job done. Green never had been a man of the lavish.
While cooling down in his own private facility was nice and all, sometimes the Leader simply craved a change of scenery. Now where would he go for such a thing? Well, a beach of course! The Kanto region definitely wasn’t exactly the most tropical, but it had its water features nonetheless. The most obvious area would be the sea to the southwest and the various islands found within it, as well as the vast bay found in the center that flanked both Vermillion and Celadon City.
Those places were great and all, but Green’s go-to beach was found in neither of these locations. His special little place was located on the complete opposite side of the region, up in the northeast corner on the dead end of Route 25, just north of Cerulean City. Here, a rise in land overlooked the sea… but if one decided to hike down from that overlook and wander a bit down the coast, they’d find a small yet comfortable bay that held far more rocks then it did sand where there was never another soul in sight. And Green loved it.
Now why did he prefer such a rocky shore?
Upon arriving, Green threw his shirt and bag down and released Golduck from his Poké Ball. The Water-type immediately dashed down the shore and into the water, but his Trainer did not follow. Instead, the man walked further up the beach and began to scale up the steep, rugged terrain, climbing until reaching a flat landing where several jagged cliffs and crags hung high over the sea. He carefully crept over the rocky surface and out onto the edge of one of the overhangs, crouching down on his feet to steady himself as he scanned the water below with a mischievous gleam in his green eyes.
It didn’t take much searching for Green to spot his target: the light blue figure of his Pokémon lounging in the water below, floating on his back with his large eyes closed, looking as nonchalant as can be. A roguish grin tugged at the man’s lips as he rose up to stand tall on the cliff’s edge, and with one short grunt of effort, he pushed himself off of the ledge with great force and let gravity do its best.
He made not a sound besides the wind whipping through his spiky hair as he plummeted downward in a dive, coming closer and closer to the water, and closer and closer to the Pokémon that he’d accurately aimed for. The distance between the two of them continued to grow shorter… and he continued to fall faster… and Golduck grew nearer and nearer, to merely feet below him… Green spread his arms apart wide and closed his eyes, bracing himself for planned impact.
But there was no impact. He felt no contact. There was no thud or splash at all. The rush of wind against his skin had disappeared as well. It was as if he had stopped moving completely.
Slow as a bro, Green peeled his eyes open to stare down below him and try to figure out just what had happened. Underneath him, at what seemed to be just a foot or two away from his own was Golduck’s head. The Water-type looked up calmly to his Trainer, eyes giving off a soft pink glow and the round gem on his forehead gleaming bright red. Just from those two seemingly small details alone, Green knew exactly what this odd predicament he found himself in was all about. It would seem his Pokémon had called upon his telekinetic ability to grab him and leave floating in midair, stymieing his little bout of good fun entirely.
Well of course his Pokémon has sensed him rapidly approaching from above. He was a Golduck. From a professor’s grandson point of view, he wanted to say that whoever made the final ruling that these ducks weren’t partial Psychic-types was a complete idiot. At the same time, from a strategic Trainer’s point of view, having a Pokémon be able to learn several-to-most moves of a certain type and not possess the typical weaknesses of that said type was great.
Internal debate aside, the evidence of Golduck’s psychic abilities was as clear as sunny day as Green continued to be dangled just above the water, staring down at his Pokémon’s glowing eyes with a slight scowl on his face.
“A little unnecessary, don’t ya think?” The man spoke, directing his question down at the one that held him captive. “You could have easily just swam out of the way, or dove underwater, but no.”
The duck seemed the squint at his Trainer, as if condemning his statement. He then made no further reaction, but instead began pushing the floating Green away from him, mentally carrying the man across the water and towards the shore as he was left staring back at his Pokémon, mouth agape.
“Ah, what!?” He exclaimed somewhat frantically. “You’re not even gonna let me get wet?! Seriously?! That’s low!”
The man began flailing around in Golduck’s mental grasp, throwing his arms every which way in defiance. His efforts were of course in vain, and before too long Green accepted that his efforts were futile and ceased any movement, leaving himself hanging limply. It didn’t take too long for him to reach the shore, where he was gently plopped down, his feet landing firmly in the peddle-ridden sand.
The man crossed his arms and continued to hold his gaze out to his now un-glowing Golduck. The creature was giving him a playful look that seemed to say, ‘Is that so?’
And just as that little inquiry passed through Green’s mind, in the blink of an eye, he was hit with full force a definitely toned down but hefty hydro pump, leaving him drenched where he stood in a matter of seconds. Golduck held a sidelong glance with his now dripping Trainer, seemingly awaiting some sort of reaction. Green simply stood still for a moment, allowing the water to flow down from his face and out of his eyes and ears, letting out a soft pant to send any of it that may have entered his mouth spraying into the air. He then whipped his head up and his hair back, swishing a decent amount of liquid out of it. He continued to shake his head back and forth in the fashion of a Growlithe removing rainwater from its fur for a few seconds, and then suddenly stopped, a broad grin perched upon his face as he met his Pokémon’s gaze.
The Golduck immediately dove underwater as his Trainer’s eyes rested upon him once again, assumingly to avoid any possible counter attacks that the man might have. Green chuckled to himself and ran a hand through his hair, which was somewhat wilted from the weight of the water. He continued to hold this pose as he stood facing the sea, silently eyeing the water for any sign of his hiding friend, hoping that he could spot him before the Water-type made his next move and could spring first to continue this little game of theirs.