The masses of clouds below, sparse and thin, gave us both a perfect view of the familiar grand blue expanse people now call the ocean. Its stillness and uniformity was strangely soothing, helping my restless heart stay put in the boundaries of my own ribcage. The gaseous bodies of rainwater came in sight and vanished at a tremendous speed, a testimony of the steady pace I was traveling at. Glancing around, I could spot a flicker of natural light far away, timidly rising from the horizon, announcing the beginning of yet another new day, and in my case, perhaps the beginning of a new page of my life.

The early hour, combined with the high altitude we were flying at, resulted in the temperature around us being lower than average; as if to confirm my thoughts, a small shiver escaped my body, undeterred by the layers of clothing I had put on in anticipation of this fateful flight. Seeking a reliable source of warmth, I leaned forward, my head resting on the nape of the neck of my current mount, and tightened my grip on his body to gather even more warmth as it began seeping through my veins, chipping away at the discomfort I was feeling up to now. 

“Are you alright, buddy?"

My eyes settled at the familiar orange colored scales just in front of me, Rikiya's round head also looking forward, eyes seemingly focused on our destination. His larger than average frame, which I still wondered how it was able to fly around at such high speeds, was leaning to the front, almost horizontally, the flapping motion of his strong wings controlled and resolute.

My upper body was located between the two slim appendages that took root on Rikiya's back, and although I had a few doubts about his ability to move his wings around while supporting me so close to them, that worry proved to be vain, as it didn't impede on his astounding flying prowess in the slightest. Having warmed up a bit, I answered him in a relaxed tone:

“I'm fine, thanks. I'm just feeling a bit chilly."

“Are you sure? If you feel tired, you can switch seats any time, you know."

Rikiya had asked both questions with a concerned tone, probably wanting to make sure that I was indeed comfortable on his back. I replied again, rubbing the side of his neck with my hand in order to reassure him:

“Yeah. I'll have to ride on your back during the return trip since you'll have my luggage in your arms anyway, so I want to get used to it now. But thanks for asking, Rikiya."

“Alright, buddy. Hang in there, we should arrive soon."

Our pace, fast as it may be, did not compare to when he first took me to the island, the reason being that I couldn't hold on to his body as tightly and securely as he could hold mine. It had for consequence that our flight time was increased by half an hour. My arms unable to leave his neck, I couldn't check my wristwatch to confirm the current time of the day, but had I to guess, we probably left the island around an hour ago.

Taking into account the heavy matters we had discussed yesterday, our slumber, albeit short, had been strangely serene and restorative. Then again, the relief that we'd both felt after our discussion must've been no stranger to the fact. We had both woken up at around four in the morning, and after Rikiya released me from the hold I was in during the night, we both agreed to leave one hour later, which was ample time for taking a shower and a small breakfast. I took the liberty of wearing my own clothes, the same outfit I wore the day before when I met Rikiya for the first time, justifying my decision by the fact that Hiroshi's garments, although very smart and practical for my taste, might look a bit too old-fashioned to wear around people in town, and attract some unwanted eyes.

When our business was done, we readied ourselves for the flight, back to the mainland, and back to the bustling civilization I had been full part of until recently. A strange anticipation was coursing in my body at the realization that I'd get to fly twice today, and part of me wanted to jump on the occasion to request the more…traditional experience people had when flying high up on the back of a Pokémon.

Of course, embarrassing as it may be, I thoroughly enjoyed my ride in the front seat, as Rikiya had put it back then, and regardless of the circumstances, as long as it wasn't in public, I really liked sharing hugs with him; simply being in the gentle grasp of his arms lifted my spirits. Nevertheless, curiosity had won me over, and excitement started to manifest itself at the idea of laying eyes on the wild, untouched landscapes, all while riding on the back a large Dragonite.

After sharing my wish with my Pokémon friend, confirming that even the halved travel speed would not be a hindrance to my plans for today, and repeatedly promising him that I'd hold on tight so I wouldn't fall off, he bent down to let me climb on his back, before straightening up slowly as I wrapped my limbs around his body, almost like I was serving as his small backpack. Then, after confirming that I was correctly positioned, we both departed from the island, his powerful wingbeats gradually separating us from the rocky, uneven ground in front of the secret base.

I would never forget the unique feeling of elation that came with ascending above the forest, the sensation of fresh air rubbing against my face, my head slightly at the right behind Rikiya's neck as more and more of the island's unique topography revealed itself to my entranced eyes. Soon enough, Rikiya had gathered enough speed, making us fly high, high above the land of Sevii island #13, which shrunk visibly with each passing second.

A minute later, we were crossing the strange barrier of mist, the island all but a small dot below us partly hidden by the clouds, and while I mentally readied myself for another prospective arousal, none of it manifested, Rikiya's statement about it being a one-time occurrence now fully demonstrated. Ever since, we'd been flying for almost ninety minutes non-stop, as I kept drinking in the marvelous natural sights anybody would give all their possessions to merely take a glance at.

My attention was pulled back to the Dragonite when I started witnessing our slight decrease in altitude, a telltale sign that we were reaching our goal. A strange feeling of nostalgia overcame my mind as I slowly recognized the cliff of the natural reserve where I had first met him, and I struggled to come to grips with the fact that it only happened two days ago, even though it seemed like an eternity. We passed the clearing near the cliffs, the distant cries of wild Pokémon now even more noticeable with my lack of Repels, and hovered over the natural forest, just above the highest trees it could offer.

Rikiya's pace was now considerably more manageable, and I directed him to a landing point a few minutes away from the station, hidden from prying eyes, at the border between the protected grounds of the natural reserve and the common land, walkable by humans and Pokémon alike. The loud sound of his feet coming to the ground, and a small movement of his neck to cushion the landing signaled me that our nice little journey in the troposphere was over now, and served as the gunshot that would start this busy day for me.

My hands were still grasping around Rikiya's neck, as I looked down from his height that amounted to more than three meters, and I wondered if I'd be able to get off by myself, when out of the blue, the Dragon-type bent forward completely, crouching on all fours and pulling me down with him. His movement remained regular and steady, and in an instant, both my feet were barely twenty centimeters above the ground. I climbed off his back and carefully landed next to him, another small vertigo assaulting my senses and making me stagger for a moment, forcing me to lean on Rikiya's right flank.

Having stabilized myself, I nodded to the Dragonite, who straightened back to his usual stance with astonishing ease and suppleness, his large body towering over me. Glancing at my wristwatch, I took notice of the time, wiped my brow and let out a sigh halfway between satisfaction from the flight and preemptive exhaustion from what I planned to sort out today:

“Phew. It's…06:30 in this timezone. That's plenty to settle everything."

I stretched my arms to chip away at the slight numbness scattered around my body, when I heard Rikiya's voice calling me:

“Hey, little buddy…can I ask you something?"

“Sure. What's up, Rikiya?"

“Well, it's just that…It's a big life change you're going to make today. I can't help but feel a bit worried about how you're holding up. Are you sure you want to go through with this? After you do, you probably won't be able to go back to the life you've known up to now."

My mouth opened halfway on its own, taken aback at how out of left field the question was. I'd figured he was still deep in thought regarding his trainer, so I did not expect to be forced to give such an answer right now of all times. Not to mention that his worries were on the mark: I did feel anxious. Scared. Bidding farewell to my current life, so suddenly…It felt like I was going to strip myself of my own clothes in the middle of the most violent of northern snowstorms. 

Not to mention that…it seemed like a waste. Going to a good college, earning a reputed degree, and finding that job, all of that to simply…throw it all away, because it wasn't financially sustainable. I couldn't help but harbor bitter regrets about what could've been…What should've been. That's exactly why a part of me didn't want to think too much about it, tried to push it to the back of my mind and treat it as something ordinary. So that it'd be easier to process and carry out.

Yet, it didn't seem fair to plague Rikiya with my woes. Especially not as soon as now, when the poor guy just finally came to terms with his trainer's passing. How I was holding up inside mattered little compared to that, not to mention that whatever happened, my mind had been made already. Then again, not trusting him at all with my preoccupations after yesterday would be cowardly and underhanded. Perhaps in a few days, when enough time has passed, will I concede and go to the root of what really troubles me. But for now, I conjured a sensibly toned down summary of my feelings, then looked up at the Dragonite, a determined glint in my eyes:

“I'm sure. I've had time to think about it since I woke up, and after a good night's sleep, and…The more I reflect on my situation, the more I agree with Kouji. I can't go on like this any longer. It's not going to last. But, surprisingly, I'm…fine. I don't feel any lingering attachment to that job, or to that town. It's a bit of a shame to abandon it all, sure, but there's nothing I can do about it, it's for the best. At the very least, it helps to know for certain that I'm not going to be homeless, which was my biggest fear until now. I'm even a bit excited about the future, even though I have no idea what's in store for me down the road."

I kept my eyes trained at the big Pokémon to gauge his reaction. After a few seconds, he replied in a firm tone:

“Alright, buddy. I trust you. But if you ever feel down about it later, don't hesitate to come to me, okay?"

“Of course."

I showed the Dragonite a reassuring smile, and he perked up in turn, satisfied by my apparent willingness to comply:

“Great! By the way, can you tell me again your plan of action? I'd be more at ease if we went over it one last time, to be sure that everything is accounted for."

Although I did intend to check everything again once we reached this place, Rikiya's inquiry was perfectly timed, giving me the perfect chance to do that:

“Sure. It's simple, really. First, I'll take the magnetic train back to the city and go home. Then, I'll pack my things and call my landlord to fix an appointment for him to come in the afternoon. Since he lives close by, he should be available today. At 9 AM, I'll go to the workplace to hand in my resignation and clean up my desk, which should take at most all morning. Afterwards, I'll grab a meal somewhere, then go back to the studio to settle everything regarding the lease with the landlord. Finally, I'll take the train back here, and join back with you."

After having listed everything, counting on my fingers for safety, I looked back up at my Pokémon friend, only to be met with an uncertain look. Obviously unconvinced by something, Rikiya voiced out his concerns, fiddling with his paws:

“Are you sure you'll be fine doing the trip to the city back and forth? You don't want me to drop you right next to the outskirts?"

I could see why he'd suggest something like this. Nonetheless, I expressed my disagreement:

“Thanks, but this is perfect. This place is about forty-five minutes away from my apartment if I take the train nearby, and even if we flew closer, I'd still have to take another public transport, so I wouldn't gain that much time overall. Also, I said it last time, but I don't want to risk attracting attention by strolling around with a Pokémon as big as you are."

“Oh…I understand."

Seeing him deflate a bit at my comment, I elaborated on my reasoning, putting a hand on his side to try and comfort him:

“Look, Rikiya, I'm not saying this against you. I know you're extremely kind and wouldn't hurt anybody on your own. But I lived in this town for a few years, and I've never ever seen a Pokémon taller than a human. Plus, I'm not sure your species is commonly found around here. If what I read in that book yesterday is correct, a Pokémon found outside of their habitat will always be seen as an odd occurrence and draw curiosity."

“You're right…Now that I think about it, we should have brought my Poké Ball with me, that way I could've accompanied you, but it didn't cross my mind."

I raised my eyes at the mention of the iconic spherical tool, even for a complete beginner such as myself, and without thinking, asked a question that was picking at my brain:

“So you have access to it? Your trainer didn't bring it with him?"

“Yeah. Since I…I wasn't supposed to come with him, he left it with me at the base…in his trainer room."

With the conversation now shifting back to his trainer, Rikiya hung his head down, and I could notice that his mood had started to  tank. I internally chastised myself for my consistent inability to not stay away from harmful topics despite telling myself to, clearly one of my worst habits. The last thing I wanted was to leave him brooding for the whole day while I egotistically went on my own way to take care of my own business. 

“I'm sorry, Rikiya. Will…will you be alright? Regarding…what we talked about yesterday?"

The kind Dragonite turned back to me, his expression appearing lost in thought. As his eyes set on my silhouette, he seemed to come back to his senses and energetically shook his head back and forth, a reassuring smile settling on his jaw immediately after. His behavior slowly switching around, he then deftly countered my query, as if it never mattered in the first place:

“Don't worry about me, buddy. Today, we're focusing on you, okay? I'm already feeling better compared to last night. I'll still need time to process the information, but that's not something you should bother yourself with right now. Right now, you come first. I'll just take a nap around here until you're back. Just go and do your stuff."

I looked at him, questioning and remorseful, but he quickly responded with a broad grin, nodding firmly in an effort to cast away my fears. As if it wasn't enough, his large paw rested on my head, ruffling my hair in a playful way. This unexpected affectionate gesture made me want to hug him right then and there, and unable to resist, I rushed forward and wrapped my arms tightly around the front of his mellow belly, if only to repair my mistake and reciprocate the comfort that I should be giving instead. He let out a small chuckle, shifting his paws behind my head to hug it against his underbelly, and we both allowed ourselves to stay like that for a few moments, each of us simply lifting the other's spirits. I inadvertently let out a chuckle of my own at how spontaneously this situation unfolded. Somehow, it all convinced me that I could trust him to be on his own, at least until I came back.

“Thanks, little buddy. For trying to cheer me up. I really appreciate it. Don't worry, I'll be okay."

Finally retreating out of reach of his paws, I smiled back at him:

“Thanks for worrying about me too, Rikiya. I'll make it quick. See you back around this afternoon, okay?"

“Yup! Do your best, little buddy! I'm rooting for you!"

I waved at him and he waved back, before I turned around and headed toward the nearest station, my keys and wallet safely inside the pocket of my jeans. Strange as it sounded, it was hard to deny that being told “Do your best!" regarding what in hindsight, would amount to some of the most mundane paperwork in other people's cases had a galvanizing effect. The fact that these words came straight out of my best friend's mouth only amplified it all the more. I may have had slight regrets about my decision up until recently, but Rikiya's encouragements persuaded me that it would all turn fine in the end, that I didn't have to belittle my own determination.

And just according to plan, five minutes later, I finally reached the station, which served not only the reserve, but also the little town right next to it. Given that the trip was rather short between the cliff and the station, I was confident that I could do without the Repels that were consumed the day before yesterday, and my suspicions were quickly proven right, since no wild Pokémon graced my sight. Not that I had them in my possession right now, but it seemed I wouldn't have to deliberately trouble myself with buying them for the return trek. I had a feeling that it was bound to bother Rikiya during the flight anyways, even if he could technically endure it.

All the while reflecting on this, I had quickly purchased the earliest ticket for the city I could find, and as if by a stroke of luck, the next train was due to stop in a few minutes, allowing me to board after barely waiting in the small building. Once safely in the car, I picked at random, taking advantage of the fact nobody else was here at this hour, and the train finally set off with the familiar dull noise of its electric hum as I allowed myself to wander in my own thoughts for the rest of the trip. In order to deviate from the impending tasks I would have to carry out, I let my imagination run wild about what came next, which in turn led me to immediately consider Kouji's proposal. Treading on the path of a trainer. Learning about Pokémon, raising them, caring for them…

Then, came Rikiya's Poké Ball, and the mysterious “trainer room" he mentioned earlier. Why didn't he show me that room when I first visited? The most natural answer would be that he did not want to venture there, because of the pain. Then again, did he want to forget until his trainer returned for sure? Or did he lose access to it at some point? But most importantly, what could be in there, aside from his Poké Ball?

Afterwards, my mind wandered to that wild Aron I met yesterday, his vivid red eyes still burned in my memory. Was he doing fine right now? Would I be able to train him, if the occasion presented itself? What would he become able to do, once “properly trained"? To begin with, would he even agree to belong to a trainer? So many questions jostled around inside my brain, as I pointlessly tried to grasp at answers.

I still had insecurities about this whole ordeal, and while I did enjoy learning about Pokémon the little bit I managed to yesterday, I wasn't entirely confident in my ability to apply that knowledge in real life. I knew Rikiya would be there should I end up taking such a path, and that I would receive his utmost support, and yet…it sounded like a faraway dream, some kind of strange illusion that would never materialize. I wasn't as athletic or as Pokémon-savvy as what I expected other trainers were, and I never found any appeal to traveling or Pokémon battling. Now more than ever, considering overnight to become a trainer seemed like an extremely rash decision…

“Maybe he shouldn't learn about Pokemon after all! He's such a coward, he's never gonna win a battle anyway!"

The sudden chime of the train, as well as the automatic announcement warning me of our arrival pulled me out of my daydreaming, and I got ready to stand by near the exit door as we approached the station near my apartment. The screeching noise of the train's breaking made itself known as it gradually came to a stop, before the doors opened, their airtight seam finally allowing access to the town I had been calling home all these years.

The first sight that greeted me was the overwhelming number of people moving to and fro, a noticeable part of them gathered in front of the train I was about to disembark. Not forgetting my urban etiquette, I rapidly saw myself out, allowing the other residents to board in their usual chaotic yet orderly fashion, before heading off to my apartment building. Thankfully, a simple bus line was all I needed to make the junction, and before long, the main door of my little studio stood in front of me. My watch indicated 07:45, which gave me ample time to carry out what I had in mind. Taking out a deep breath, I inserted the key and opened the door to my current accommodations.

Ironically enough, there was nothing to write home about this place. In sight from the entrance, an old bed in one corner, a small kitchenette worn down with time, a damp bathroom and cramped shower cabin, sufficed to describe it in exhaustive words. Having lived two days in Rikiya's spacious base, this all seemed suffocating in comparison. I had first rented it with the intention of moving away when I'd get a better position and salary, but no raises ever came, in fact quite the opposite, and the rent increased along with living costs, eventually trapping me with a now unsustainable livelihood in the span of a mere couple years.

My first action was to retrieve my cell phone, left astray on the bed. Checking the notifications, I was not surprised to see a few missed calls from my manager, although less than I expected. No voicemail either. I wondered for a moment what this would entail once I'd see him today, but decided it was more adequate to put this aside and focus on the other half of my duties.

Putting back the phone on the bed for now, I first took out my suitcase, a thin layer of dust having settled after the few years it spent in the closet. Better start packing the earliest possible. Since the apartment was fully furnished, up to the cookware, it did not take long to gather all of my personal effects; my clothes, my toiletries, my own laptop, my dual-screen handheld console and whatever I had in the fridge summed about everything I had to take, the amount all but a threat to the small suitcase's capacity. Twenty minutes later, it was all done, a small lock attached to the zipper, and I moved onto cleaning up.

Turning the handle around, I opened the window, a slight gust of air making its way inside. I noticed that the air tasted dirtier than on the island, most likely due to all the cars and buses roaming in the numerous streets of the city. Nevertheless, it did the trick, my surroundings freshening gradually as the slightly stale air from inside took its leave. Then came scrubbing, mopping, washing the few dishes that were left in the sink since the day before, shaking and aerating the bed sheets, which took about another twenty minutes. Thankfully, I had put said sheets through a washing cycle last week, meaning they didn't need to be washed again so soon, which saved me a great amount of time for today. I looked over my work, a proud look on my face at having the apartment ready for use, having returned it exactly to the state I found it when moving in, bar my suitcase and backpack idly waiting at the feet of the bed.

After taking a few pictures to get proof that nothing had been left dirty or damaged, I figured a small break was in order before heading to the company. I sat on the now clean bed, next to the folded sheets, and phone in hand, flicked my thumb repeatedly on the screen, before the contact details of my landlord came into sight. Dialing the number, I promptly ran over what I would tell him one last time, before the beeps ceased and a gruff voice made itself known on the other end:

“You? What do you want?"

The coldness of his voice made me flinch for a moment, but I composed myself and replied back:

“It's…it's about what we discussed two days ago."

“Yes? I'm not changing my mind. You pay up the six months' rent you piled up until the end of the week, or you're out and I'll file a lawsuit."

His condescending attitude was starting to get on my nerves, and, perhaps feeling empowered by the fact that the threat of homelessness was no longer looming above my head, my response turned out a bit more aggressive than I originally intended:

“Well, that's good, because I want out. Now."

“W-Wait, what?"

“I'm packing, so I want to check out. This afternoon. Are you available?"

“You're leaving right now?! What about the rent?"

“I'll pay up what I owe you when everything is in order, of course. I've just cleaned up the place."

“You're twisting my arm, by warning me like this at the last minute!"

“I know, and I'm sorry. It was a last-minute decision. Could you come at around 13:00?"

The other end of the call remained in silence for a while, before the landlord's voice picked up again:

“I'll be there. You better be telling the truth about the rent."

I sighed, my voice turning jaded at the man's insisting tone:

“I am. I'll see you later, sir."

I ended the call and slumped down on the bed, feeling more exhausted by the man's reactions than I wished to admit. One thing done. Now, onwards to the workplace. A single glance at my wristwatch told me that 08:30 had just elapsed. I forced myself up the bed immediately, partly because I wanted to remain on schedule and partly because of the strange excitement at being aware that this was going to be my last day there. After this morning, I truly wouldn't have to go back again.

Without wasting any time, I picked up the backpack to collect my scarce desk belongings and got out of the building, phone and wallet on me, and boarded on the local subway to get to the company building. Once again, I was just in time to see the mass transit vehicle settle in front of the platform and open its doors, swallowing a mass of employees in white shirts or black suits, each heading to their respective jobs in the business district. I jogged a little to catch up, and made my way into the car, hearing the alarm followed by the distinct noise of its door closing behind me, then swiftly moving forward.

Looking around, people inside were crammed against each other, with barely enough room to breathe, and from the situation I could infer that it was currently rush hour. I personally used to take an earlier train, so that I could at least relax on the way to work, if at least to compensate for the lack of fulfillment I had there, even if it meant I'd arrive earlier. I needed the overtime money anyways.

Experiencing my very last commute in the intended fashion proved to be quite melancholic, in a way. Because that was the normalcy. The routine. Despite all the drawbacks, it felt comfortable to know that there was a uniformity in my daily actions, in this succession of gestures that had been the summary of my life for these past years. Wake up, commute, work, go home, eat, sleep.

The dread of waving it all away nonchalantly to delve into the unknown still remained in the shadows, even though I knew, from both a rational and emotional standpoint, that such a routine was simply not sustainable in my case. Not meant to be. I kept repeating that to myself, pushing away those defeatist thoughts and redirecting my energy on what I needed to do right now.

As the flow of people changed with each passing station, my eyes remained focused on the map, my own terminal drawing near. A few minutes later, we had reached the long-awaited goal, and I got off the train, immediately off to a brisk walk for the company building. That too, was nothing to write home about, sporting the traditional look of any mundane glass skyscraper, devoid of any individuality. Pulling out my keycard, I crossed one of the entry doors and headed for the elevators with a few other employees, the metal cages closing their shutters and letting out a soft ring before going up to the tenth floor, where my office was located.

Now just in front of the entrance to our open space, I took a deep breath, steadying myself. It was time. I crossed my fingers, hoping everything would be settled quick enough. I had heard unsettling stories about processes being stalled down on purpose by the companies, with the resigning party's wages kept withheld until the very last moment, and although I wasn't as much in a hurry to get this month's wage, I still wished to spare myself and Rikiya the hassle of coming back here once more if we could help it. Then again, I already knew from my hiring process how much those actually take, and remained acutely aware that I wouldn't get confirmation today. Wait and see, as the saying goes.

After asserting my own resolve, I pushed the door to the wide room and headed to my cubicle on autopilot, trying to ignore the quick glances of my colleagues, undoubtedly wondering about the reasons of my unplanned leave yesterday. Sitting on my chair, I booted up the company laptop, a device I rarely took home since I liked to keep my personal and professional life separate, and because I did not want to get confused with two similar devices at home.

I logged on my professional email, and started typing the resigning letter I drafted in my head this early morning: nothing fancy, in an entirely formal discourse. A simple notification of how I planned to resign as soon as today. Of how I felt like I was not making progress in my career whatsoever, how my skills hadn't improved despite them promising “challenging and stimulating experiences", how I did not feel like I belonged here, and how I wished to immediately receive the partial wage I was owed for this month. I kept it vague and corporate, omitting anything about a potential retraining or my financial problems since that was none of their business. Not to mention, they refused any raise or bonus I dared ask so far, so mentioning it wouldn't make them change their attitude in the slightest.

As I was going through a last proofreading to check that no oversights were made on my end, I felt a firm hand tap twice on my shoulder, prompting me to tense up, my breathing hitching in the process. I knew that uncomfortable gesture, and it rarely meant anything pleasant. The clear lack of consideration he displayed as he casually made physical contact without my explicit approval remained such a loathsome thing, even after the numerous times it did happen by now. Not to mention, it was nothing like Rikiya's careful and delicate touch.

My hands stopped moving, and I turned around slowly, coming face-to-face with my manager. He was most likely how anyone would imagine a stereotypical team manager: A pristine shirt, coupled with a corny tie, a prim and proper haircut, and the usual conceited grin gave the finishing touch to the appearance of someone who had inhabited some of my nightmares for the past months.

Of course, he liked to show that he seemingly cared, that he was attentive to any sorts of problems among his employees, and that he would always put good words for us to his superior, but it was easy to see that they were in it together and liked to play good cop bad cop to mess with us so we would lower our guard and they'd write us up more easily. The only time he snapped before everyone's eyes was a few days ago, when I made that enormous blunder with a big client of the company. I assume the only reason I hadn't been fired yet was because I made a very serviceable scapegoat and, all over, didn't cost much.

Surprisingly, I managed to stay calm pretty effortlessly. Perhaps because deep down, I felt reassured by Rikiya's support. Because I knew that at least he was rooting for me and wishing me the best. Whatever this manager tells me, I wouldn't back down, especially now that I had a tangible way out.

“Well, well, well. I'm surprised to see you on-site today. You didn't answer my calls yesterday, so I was afraid you took some PTO without notifying me. You know how asking for PTO works, right? You have to ask for it on the company's system before taking it."

Usually, his smug and infantilizing tone would've already deterred my confidence, but I didn't let it get to me and made up a convenient lie in the most formal way I could muster, my eyes looking straight back at him:

“Apologies, sir. I had some sudden business to take care of yesterday, so I couldn't answer my phone nor follow the procedure."

“Whatever, as long as you're aware that it's going to be deducted from your paycheck. What's this you're doing right now? This better be work-related, since you have to catch up to your missed workload from yesterday."

I could hear a couple of snickers behind other cubicles, a grating sound often complimenting his usual passive-aggressiveness. Being the epitome of a cocky team manager, it was natural for him to pick a few favorites. Before it had the chance to ramp up, though, I decided to get down to business, strictly speaking:

“Actually, sir, it is. It's my letter of resignation."

I wasn't prone to enjoying catching other people off guard like that, but the bulging eyes that garnished his surprised expression and the few gasps I heard behind the thin and frail office walls were more than worth it, especially when one takes into account how much he liked pulling off his little mind games with others. He tried to compose himself and take back control of the conversation, in vain:

“Excuse me, your what?"

“My letter of resignation, sir. I'm quitting, effective immediately."

“Q-Quitting?! You can't! Not that soon! You have to put in at least two weeks' notice!"

“I just checked a few minutes ago, and according to my contract, it's encouraged, but not mandatory. I guess I could say my effective date of departure is in two weeks, but then I'd just use up my meager leave time until then and not come anyway."

To be honest, I could've gone for just that, but it was painfully obvious that he would plainly refuse it, or at least drag it out the most he could. Better to cut my losses as quickly and painlessly as possible. He remained silent for a few seconds, fuming and probably wondering how I had the gall to actually talk back to him. I didn't let any hint of my current inner satisfaction show on my own face, tempting as it was.

“You're putting us all in a crazy bind, you know that? How am I supposed to find your replacement by today?! At least stay behind for a few days so that we can transition everything smoothly!"

“Sorry, sir, but I have personal emergencies, so I must take my leave today. I'll have vacated my desk by noon."

Realizing that he wouldn't make me sway, he snapped back, his teeth visibly grinding, breaking the perfectly syrupy character he'd kept intact so far:

“Fine! Suit yourself, you ungrateful prick! Don't think I'm going to be your reference wherever you apply next! Go settle your business directly with HR and scram!"

The man made a beeline towards his office, slamming the door for additional emphasis, while I simply turned my attention back to my mail. Rounding up a last rereading, I finally clicked the “Send" button, taking care of forwarding a copy to my personal email address for safety measures.

Once that was done, I locked my screen and headed for the human resources' office, not in order to follow my manager's half-hearted advice, but simply because I had intended from the start to confirm in person my intentions after handing over my resignation. Said office was separated from the rest of the company by a few hallways, and barely a minute later, I was in front of a transparent glass door, my fist raising and advancing in an assured knocking motion.

“Come in?"

I slowly opened the door and slithered inside the private office, facing the human resources manager, a rather young and polite lady sat at one of two adjoining desks, the other being strangely empty. Our branch being medium-sized, it turned out that most of the paperwork could be dealt with by only two people. She remained sitting at her desk, actively typing on her keyboard and moving her mouse.

I had already been acquainted with her before to discuss bonus and raises, and most of our interactions had been nothing more than formal, although that was largely favored by her very standoffish behavior. Admittedly, she didn't belittle or antagonize me as much as my direct colleagues, but she was utterly mechanical in her job and never bothered to make people at ease while in her office; ultimately, it just felt as uncomfortable as with my manager.

Interestingly enough, she was one of the only employees to come to work with her Pokémon. Nestled in a comfy bed at her feet, a light pink and blue creature was lazing around, as she seemed to do every occasion I visited. She had frilled ears, each sporting a cute light blue ribbon, and her body looked like she was wearing a just as frilled dress. From what I remember, the lady called her Snowbelle. Maybe it had to do with the name of her species, I couldn't confirm. Nonetheless, even back when Pokémon were nothing of interest to me, I had no choice but to admit that such a sight was quite endearing to the eyes. 

“Yes, what can I do for you?"

My attention reverted back to the woman, who hadn't looked away from her screen yet. I quickly gathered my focus once again, not letting her attitude deter me this time:

“I've just resigned from my position and I wanted to go over a few things in person."

“When is your last day?"

“Today. I sent you and my manager an email, and as per written, I wanted to resolve everything regarding the partial wage I earned for this month in person."

Her eyes still didn't leave her screen, as she motioned me to approach with her hand.

“Take a seat."

I walked forward to sit down, until all of a sudden, the laidback Pokémon raised her head and started growling in my direction, forcing me to a halt and prompting the woman to turn her head around abruptly and question her companion:

“Snowbelle?! Sweetie? What's gotten into you?"

Snowbelle didn't bother listening to her trainer's voice, her fierce eyes still focused on me, teeth bared open.

“Come on, he's just an employee, no need to growl at him!"

I didn't bother bouncing back on her qualifying me as “just an employee", the sudden change in the small Pokémon also piquing my curiosity. Then, realization dawned on me. Rikiya's scent. I had spent two hours on his back and even hugged him before leaving. A human nose would probably only notice traces of his sweet berry shampoo, provided they were close to me to begin with, but a creature with a more acute sense of smell would probably detect the body smell behind and react accordingly. Naturally, I kept all of this to myself, as it didn't concern her, and made up yet another white lie to reassure her and attempt to move forward my request:

“Ah, sorry, I was with a family member this morning and their Pokémon nuzzled a lot against my legs, it might be because of that."

By some kind of miracle, this got through, and she quickly recovered her composure, while I remained careful to not move and stay in the same spot, not wanting to test what her Pokémon could do when riled up like this.

“Seriously? Alright, whatever, let's wrap it up pronto. I won't let the poor girl stay upset like this for one more minute if I can help it."

By now, the lady was fully reactive and alert to my words, and even took care of calling the accounting department to confirm the expeditious transfer to my bank account. Once this was all said and done, she shooed me away and rushed to her pet. I closed the door as the last remnants of the Pokémon's growl reached my ears, and struggled to stifle a laugh at how this all developed. The fact that something as insignificant as Rikiya's lingering scent helped facilitate the process tremendously, and was just enough to disrupt an actual Pokémon trainer sounded like the irony of ironies, when I myself had almost no experience with Pokémon as a whole.

This uncanny experience had me relaxed a little more, and with the only thing left to do here being emptying my desk, I strolled with firm steps towards the open space once more, set on leaving the premises as soon as feasible. However, as I was passing by the coffee machine, I inadvertently caught wind of a conversation among two of my soon to be ex-colleagues, who faced away from the hallway I was crossing:

“Did you see how the manager lashed out? Man, that was crazy."

“Nah, the craziest thing is how that dude just decided to quit overnight. Especially after how he was pleading to not get fired three days ago, I was positive he'd keep clinging until they'd get fed up with him."

I considered leaving them be for a moment and simply go about my own business, but morbid curiosity got the better of me, so I hid behind the wall in the hopes of getting more details, my steps thankfully muffled due to the carpeting:

“Honestly, though? Good riddance. He was here before I joined and somehow he's still unable to use the company's tools to their fullest. Not to mention he can't take initiatives, can't mingle with the team, and keeps asking dumb questions all the time whenever there's a joint project. Literally a good-for-nothing."

“Yeah, to this day I still don't get how he got hired or why they kept him around."

“Company probably thought he was hot stuff because of his degree, and I guess they kept him because he costs less than a new hire or whatever. In any case, he's not going to hamper us anymore."

“Funny how he can't even handle his own resignation properly."

“Hah! You can say that!"

“Like, no notice? He can kiss goodbye to recommendations, and this firm's a pretty big name in the industry. He's literally shooting himself in the foot."

“And now that he's supposed to have experience, nobody's going to want him once they see his real skills. If it was me, at this point, I might just consider offing myself, y'know?"

“Wow, that's a bit dark now. Can we talk about something less depressing?"

“Ah, sorry! Actually, you know Emma? From Sales?"

“Yeah, what about her?"

“She said she was going to set up an outing for tomorrow. Wanna come?"

“You bet! What's the occasion?"

“It's a farewell party for our guy!"

“Oh no, don't tell me she's going to invite him?"

“Of course not! But she did tell me it's to bid farewell to our problems!"

“Hahaha, that's a good one! I'm definitely com-"

The last sentence cut midway, as I quickly left the two men to their irritating discussion and headed for my desk. I didn't want to hear one more word of it. The optimistic mood that inhabited me not two minutes ago had vanished by now, no traces remaining after that heartless conversation utterly smashed it to bits. By the time I got back to my seat, my brain had disconnected itself from reality, painfully trying to push the memories of their insulting words deep down my subconscious.

It's not that I was expecting them to be all sweet and understanding. I was well aware of my reputation among my colleagues, and of how I was dragging them down and never tried to integrate. This was all factual, so I couldn't hold it against them. I wouldn't miss them either in that regard; thus, the two of them reciprocating those bitter feelings, even behind my back, was obvious and predictable.

Simply…I didn't expect that amount of venom. Of sheer contempt. The fact that they joked about me…taking my own life out of desperation, while in the meantime I had been at wits' end and teetered on the brink of losing my livelihood, was too disturbing and too hard to stomach. No matter how feeble the results would turn out to be in the end, they had no right to mock my efforts in trying to stay afloat. In trying to answer my parents' expectations. Or in trying my best at work.

They couldn't understand!

I looked down for a second, and noticed my fists were balled from anger and frustration. Taking another deep breath, I closed my eyes and slowly let my fingers out of my palms, before exhaling. Why get worked up about this? They can say whatever they want for all I care. It's the last time we'll be sharing a building, so I shouldn't let it get to me. Their opinions don't matter anymore.

While doing my best to commit to this line of thinking, I gathered my personal items and put them one after the other inside my backpack; my pencil case, a few books, and some postcards or pictures of places I liked near my hometown. All of my work or company-related documents were already shared on a groupchat prior to my decision, so I didn't bother reorganizing it all. They'd just complain about my method and redo everything as they fancied anyway.

After a last checkup and confirming everything was in order, I stood up, backpack in tow, and headed for the exit. The impression that some of my coworkers were gumshoing on my smallest actions became stronger, but I only looked forward, not wanting to bother playing a last mindgame with those people or bidding them a proper farewell. A few moments after I closed the door, I heard a loud cheer from the opposite side, its source unmistakably evident. They never tried to help me improve, and hail when I seem to give up.

What a cowardly bunch.

I simply moved forward, and let it all behind. It's in the past now. No need to dwell on it.

The time was getting close to my last appointment for the day. I had ordered a mundane burger with fries on the side, in a quiet fast-food restaurant near my apartment. Sadly, its taste, although not bad by usual standards, was far below what Rikiya could manage, the succulent berry pie from yesterday still fresh in my mind. All the while, I kept browsing the web and checking the state of my account on my smartphone. Relief set in as I noticed that both the transfer from Kouji and the one from the company had been completed, meaning I had sufficient funds to get rid of my current debt.

An umpteenth look at my watch prompted me to hurry back to the apartment, since there were only ten minutes left before the landlord's arrival. After a last look over for good measure, I pulled the suitcase outside and leaned on the wall next to the door, left open for both our convenience, keys hanging to the keyhole-equipped doorknob, awaiting the other party while browsing on my phone.

Although my outward demeanor may have seemed composed, the chaotic sound of my heartbeats betrayed the strange mixture of anticipation and dread, exacerbating as I got closer to leaving my current life behind. Only one thing left. One thing. A set of hasty footsteps suddenly resonated from the end of the hallway. Raising my head, I spotted a middle-aged bald man, a visible frown on his brow, rushing in my direction with a folder in his hand. It was time. I pocketed the phone once more and greeted the landlord as he came to a stop before me, his breath slightly ragged:

“Good afternoon, sir."

“Good afternoon…Hah…I see you're really leaving now, huh." He answered, his finger pointing at my suitcase.

“That I am. Is that the exit survey?" I motioned at the sleek folder in his arm.

“Yes, I'm checking everything. You know the drill; anything damaged or missing, I'm taking it out of your deposit."

“The place is in the same state as described in the check-in inventory."

“We'll see about that. Can I go in?"

“Go ahead."

He immediately made his way inside, and I followed behind. While he peered around, not leaving any nook and cranny unattended, I took a last look at the main room, contemplating the memories of my time here. It was cramped, and most of the furniture was worn out, but I still spent so many months of my life here. Seeing it about to become vacant somehow pulled at my heartstrings, a melancholy akin to the one I felt during my last commute now back in full force.

The landlord remained silent most of the time, only punctuating his observations by some affirmative grunts now and then. I kept a semi-attentive eye on him, just in case something happened or he required my full attention. A solid five minutes later, he turned back to me, a satisfied expression on his face:

“Well, everything seems in order, and nothing seems missing. Although the bed was in bad shape on some ends, I might have to replace that."

My eye twitched at this. I knew he was going to argue about something random to deduce from my deposit. So I quickly shut it down, my tone bordering on menacing:

“It was already used up a fair bit when I moved in. I stated so in the inventory. Plus I spent a few years here, so it falls under normal usage."

This seemed to convince the man, who quickly backed off:

“Yes, yes, of course. Just talking to myself. Good. I'll give you back your full deposit then, provided you pay me up the missing rent as you stated. Six months full, plus this month, that's about five thousand five hundred and thirty Pokédollars. How are you paying up?"

I let out a sigh, relieved that my deposit was coming back unharmed. Even though I didn't really need the money right now, it still helped to know that I had access to it. Not to mention that, if I was to reimburse Rikiya at some point, even the smallest amount would come in handy.

Nonetheless, the idea of waiting for his transfer made me anxious, especially since I had no guarantee that it would come back in full to me, and I didn't want to bother with this any longer. I addressed the landlord once again:

“Actually, sir, I was wondering something…"

“What? Don't tell me you can't pay now!"

I raised my hands in front of me, as he started growing furious:

“No, no! Just that, since you have my deposit, and it's already worth one month of rent, how about you keep it and I just pay the rest instead?"

“Oh. Well, that's not the standard procedure-"

“It'll just amount to the same anyway, and it saves you the trouble of doing a transfer yourself."

The middle-aged man pondered for a while, and for one moment I feared he would decline my offer. However, he relented, and pinched the bridge of his nose in slight exasperation:

“I suppose I should just rejoice that you're paying what you owe. Alright, suit yourself. Then, with the deposit deduced, it should be around four thousand seven hundred and thirty Pokédollars."

I nodded, the amount matching my own calculations. Retrieving my phone, I scrolled back on the payment screen that I had readied beforehand. Inputting the numbers, I selected the instant transfer option, even though it would cost a little extra, and completed the steps. Moments later, the validation screen came before my eyes, confirming the amount had been transferred in full. I showed it to the landlord, the weight on my chest slowly coming off, leaving room for my own impatience:

“It's done. Anything else?"

“In a hurry, aren't you? You have to sign the exit survey!"

In my haste, I had completely forgotten about the vital document. While he presented the small stack of papers, I opened my backpack and retrieved a pen, before taking the sheets and glancing over them at full speed, appending my initials at the bottom of each one. On the last sheet, I quickly signed over, then returned everything to the bald man, who sported a smug smile on his face, as if it had given him pleasure to have forced my hand like he did.

“Perfect. With this, I can put an end to the lease. Be careful with your next housing, though, other landlords won't be as accommodating as I am."

I almost snorted at this, tempted to shout at him that I wouldn't have to pay a stupidly high rent at the place I was about to move in, that this hellhole couldn't even compare, and that the owner was infinitely kinder than he could ever hope to be. It wasn't worth the hassle, though. The sooner I put everything behind me, the better. I closed my backpack and simply gave a last polite greeting to the man, who was busy retrieving the keys from the door:

“Farewell, sir."

With nothing left keeping me here, and unwilling to wait for his answer, I took my belongings and promptly got out of the building, not bothering to look behind even once. Riding the bus line opposite to the one I took this morning, the reality of what I just accomplished slowly settled in.

I should feel happy. Relieved, even. The series of issues that had tormented me for so long now were resolved seamlessly, and I had somewhere to sleep. I'd even made a great friend in the process. Yet despite that, I only could view the current situation from one perspective; I threw everything away. My job, my place, my entire livelihood. I was leaving one of the biggest cities in the country to move to a remote hidden island, with no goal in life.

Everything I did since I was born up to now - go to a great school, get a reputed degree, find a job in the field I studied then build a career - All of it…just got reduced to ashes, by my own hands. But the worst of it all, is that I had practically no room for choice, no alternative. It was that, or becoming homeless, then struggling forever.

I loathed it.

My hand clenched the handle of the suitcase, as a nasty concoction of anger and regret started building up in my chest, and it felt like screaming was the only way to let it out. It took everything to control myself and not lash out in front of all the other passengers. I had to hold it in. I couldn't make a scene right now, when I was almost done. Rikiya was waiting for me, and I promised him I'd be quick. I can't get distracted right now.

Just the simple thought of the big and gentle Dragonite tempered my mood and brought a longing smile to my face; he'd helped me so much, and asked nothing in return, except to come live with him, something that I should ask as a favor instead in normal circumstances. The more time I spend with him, the happier I feel, and the happier I want to make him. It would be unbecoming of me to worry him needlessly by showing a sullen and frustrated version of myself just after coming back and promising him I'd do my best. I recalled my own reflections from this morning about the very same topic, and swore to endure it, at least for the day. Everything would turn out fine as long as I'd keep distracting myself from those lingering attachments that started to take shape.

As the train station was now coming into sight, I vigorously shook my head sideways, trying to get back into focus. The doors of the bus opened, and I got off, making my way back to the platform, after purchasing the last ticket I would require today. There again, a few minutes were all it took for the train to present itself, its arrival signaled by a low buzz; I boarded the vehicle and made my way to the leather seats, putting my suitcase on the rack above, before the slender row of cars made its way to the natural reserve. I took a shaky breath, steeling myself once more as we left the city, never to return in my case.

A few dozens of minutes later, I was finally nearing my destination. Glancing at my watch, it was just 14:30. On track with my original schedule. The train stopped at the recluse station and I got off, all of my current belongings in hand. Although pulling the suitcase presented no issues on the city's pavement, or the station's concrete, it turned out to be a wholly bigger hassle to guide it in the grass, the uneven soil of the forest making it all the more inconvenient.

I peeled my eyes open, in search of distinct orange scales, while painfully moving forward, as I opted to carry the suitcase instead of pulling it and damaging the wheels on the wild forest ground. As I was starting to approach the spot where we both left each other, my eyes noticed his big silhouette, leaning on a large tree, both paws resting on his belly, his head leaning upwards and his short legs parting left and right. He seemed to just bask in the sylvan nature around us, his breathing peaceful. My lips curved into a smile, and I got closer, the snaps and crunches of twigs and grass at my feet warning the Dragonite about my return. He lowered his eyes, and bolted up, before walking towards me in wide strides, an overjoyed smile on his face.

“Buddy! You're back!"

I answered back, putting down the light but cumbersome suitcase next to me and letting out an exhausted sigh:

“I'm back, Rikiya. I hope I didn't take too long."

“Not at all! I just took a nap and finished my business with that tree of Persim berries from last time, hehe. What about you? Did everything go well?"

“Yep, it's all settled." I confirmed with a thumbs-up. “I quit my job, and I managed to pay back my debt thanks to the money Kouj transferred. All my things are here."

Rikiya glanced at my suitcase, before leaning down and picking it up in his arms with disconcerting ease. Straightening back, he slowly moved it up and down, a curious look showing on his face:

“It's very light. Is that all you're taking?"

“Yup, that and my backpack." I nodded. “All the furniture from my apartment doesn't belong to me, and I wouldn't need it at your home anyway."

“You have a backpack? Do you want me to take it too?"

“No, thanks. It's very light, so I can carry it myself without any trouble." I stated matter-of-factly.

The Dragonite relented, and his expression quickly displayed a shade of concern:

“By the way, buddy…How are you feeling?"

My heart jumped a bit at the question, but I quickly reined it in and smiled back:

“I'm feeling good. A bit dizzy, but fine overall. Just processing the whole situation."

“Really? Sorry if I'm insisting a lot, I just want to be extra careful. You know you can rely on me, little buddy, right?"

“Yeah, I'm doing great! Thanks for offering, but I assure you, nothing's bothering me at the moment."

That's all he needed to hear. I had no right to plague him with my regrets, especially not after how I cornered him yesterday. He may have forgiven me, but I still felt bad. I needed to be strong and hold it back until more time had passed, for him and for me. To my greatest relief, my response seemed to have convinced the Dragon-type somehow, who reverted to his light-hearted self:

“Alright then, if you're sure! Are you ready to go then?"

“Ready as I'll ever be."

Following my confirmation, he lowered himself to the ground, leaving ample room for me to climb on his back. I followed, making myself comfortable between his wings, before he straightened back once again, his body slightly inclined forward. With a couple strong wingbeats, we took off, elevating ourselves past the canopy of the forest, then past the first layer of clouds, for yet another two-hour trip towards the island enshrouded in mist where I would be living from now on.

All flight long, I searched for distractions among the fabulous landscapes unfolding before my eyes to keep myself busy. One strangely shaped cloud here, a flock of winged Pokémon there, anything to ease my own consciousness from the regrets that were building up the more I found myself remote from my previous life, both in time and in space. The main drawback of that was, my quest of distractions also entailed slower reactions to Rikiya's occasional attempts to strike conversation:

“You'll see, buddy, you're going to love it there! We can explore around the base, watch some TV, even make an excursion to the neighboring islands! And it's never too cold or too warm!"

“Hmm…That does sound fun…"

The Dragonite bounced back after a small pause, sounding a little disheartened:

“What's up, buddy? You don't sound excited…"

“I am, I am! Sorry, I'm just distracted by the landscape around us…"

Eventually, his attempts dwindled, and in what seemed to be no time at all, our trip in the skies came to an end, as the massive barrier of mist appeared before us. Like the very first time, Rikiya stopped at a good distance, and flew around in a stationary fashion to check that nobody was watching. Once satisfied, we both crossed the strange barrier, its effects now but residual on my brain, and slowly descended in a straight line. At last, the red metallic entrance of the base presented itself, and Rikiya slowly deposited his body in front of it, his legs cushioning our landing.

Once again, his body lowered so I could easily dismount him, my own feet touching the ground shortly after. Perhaps an effect of it being the second time, but I felt noticeably less dizzy upon making contact with the rocky floor; a small victory that made me proud of the decision I took this morning. I released my hands from the Dragonite's massive flank while he put my suitcase down and straightened back up, stretching his arms with a tired groan, before putting them on his sides and facing me:

“Alright, we're home now, little buddy!"

I nodded, my brain stopping at the word “home" longer than I wished. That's right. This was my home, now. From now on, I'd live in Rikiya's company, and try to find a new objective in life. I had no other choice. That was for the best. It would be fun and entertaining. No rent to pay, no landlord to coax, and no bosses breathing down my neck. Truly, way more enjoyable perspectives than what I knew so far.

Yet, regrets started to form once again. Of what could've been. What should've been. I tried to find something else to busy myself and avoid being left alone with my creeping thoughts, but realization set in that I already did everything I planned to do for the day.

“Buddy?"

Rikiya's interruption made me jolt, and I looked up at him, as once again concern was written all over his face. I quickly scrambled to find something to reassure him:

“Oh, uh…Yeah! Sorry. It's just that I'd like to unpack my suitcase. Could we go inside?"

“Oh, sure. Wait a minute."

He silently pulled the bigger door, and I slowly made my way inside, pulling my suitcase behind me to the bedroom. As I heard him close the door, I was already in front of the closet, my luggage wide open, meticulously hanging shirts and trousers with the spare clothes hangers that lay astray on the bars.

“Do you want me to help you unpack, buddy?"

Somehow, I didn't notice the massive Pokémon entering the bedroom. I cast a swift glance at Rikiya's face, and my heart sank once again. He looked perplexed and lost, almost guilty. In a desperate attempt, I quickly shot a big smile at him, trying to steady my voice as much as possible:

“I'm good, Rikiya, thanks! It's not going to take long anyway."

In a matter of minutes, all my clothes were now safely tidied inside the closet. I folded back the doors, then took the other items I had packed and pulled them; my meager foodstuff went directly inside the fridge, my toiletries inside the adjacent shower room, and finally my laptop and smartphone found a cozy spot on the wide mahogany desk in the study, while my handheld console went inside the bedside table near the bed. Once everything was right at its new place, I stood up, facing away from my friend, a satisfied look on my face:

“Well, I guess this is it. Starting today, this is my new home."

I was convinced that unpacking right now would help me come to terms with it. That the growing regrets and frustration would settle down for a while. However, nothing changed. Far from it, I just acknowledged that there was no way back. That my life in the city was now a thing of the past. That it didn't pan out.

Despite my best efforts, all those negative emotions came back in full force, forcing me to hang my head, grit my teeth and clench my hands. I couldn't yield. Not right now. Not in front of Rikiya. I knew the Pokémon was still there, in his late trainer's bedroom, watching me intently as I had gone around the house to put my belongings away. He was still grieving, I was sure. I had to be strong for both of us.

“Buddy? What's wrong? You look tense…"

I gulped audibly from his question, the tall Dragon-type still behind me. He was still worrying. I thought I was faking it fine, but clearly that was a wrong assumption on my end. I stifled a bitter chuckle, remembering my dilemma from yesterday, where I played with the idea of faking my knowledge of his trainer's fate; a foolish idea when one looks at my current display. I was powerless. Useless.

“Literally a good-for-nothing."

I had no right to be mad at their words. They were true. Pure, cold facts. I failed my job, my career, my life, and would've been wandering in the streets if it weren't for the massive coincidence of a good-hearted talking Pokémon lending a paw out of kindness.

“Buddy…? Is everything alright…? Did…did something happen?"

That very Pokémon was once again worrying about me, even though I did nothing to deserve his compassion. I had to answer. Something, anything. Maybe a small request for comfort would mitigate the blowout that had been threatening to take place ever since I left my apartment. I turned around and looked up at the sweet Dragonite, his big round eyes betraying his wish to help, and dared ask for what I felt I needed most right now, my voice quivering:

“Rikiya…Can I…Can I have a hug…?"

He blinked at my unexpected question, but then cooed, a warm smile forming on his maw:

“Awww…Of course you can, little buddy…Come here."

I pleadingly raised my arms, like a toddler seeking comfort from their parent, and Rikiya bent over, his arms grabbing me on the sides of my chest. With utmost gentleness, he picked me up and brought me against his warm underbelly, my head quickly finding its usual spot in the crook formed under his jaw, as he wrapped my legs around  his chest, before supporting my body on one of his big paws, the other resting on my back.

My own arms having found their way around his wide, reassuring neck, I buried my face against it and squeezed my limbs tight, while he squeezed in return, stroking my back with all the tenderness in the world. Struggling against my negative emotions ready to burst out, I tried to find solace and peace of mind in the Dragonite's affectionate grasp, but despite putting up my best fight, it was to no avail, and the last front I put up crumbled down pathetically.

I let out a sob. Then another, then a third. Before long, a series of weak sobs and wails came out of my throat, while I closed my eyes painfully, tears running down my cheeks and smearing against Rikiya's neck scales. Surprisingly, his paw never stopped, and I could feel his caring intentions, almost as if he was perfectly aware that the stability of my mental state depended on him. Then, he whispered in the most gentle of tones:

“There, there…It's okay…"

I couldn't bear it anymore, and simply let everything go, my wails becoming even louder:

“I don't get it! I don't get it, Rikiya! I did everything they told me! My parents, my teachers, I always listened to them! I always studied, always got good grades, I never got distracted! I went to a great college, I studied in a field in demand, I got my degree, and I moved to the city, all so I could have a reputable job and build a career! And despite all that, it didn't work! Why?! WHY?!"

Rikiya remained silent, while I kept going on, my complaints neverending:

“I always tried my best, but I never found a better job or a better place! I never did well at work, everyone made fun of me! They told me that kind of job would pay well, that everyone was hiring, but that was all a lie! I spent so many years of my life, I invested so much time, but it all amounted to nothing! I had no choice but to put an end to it all! I wasted my life!!"

My wails amplified, as I felt the most pathetic I had ever been, desperately trying to hide my face from the shame I was feeling at the moment. I could feel Rikiya's paw putting an end to its soothing movements, before carefully wrapping around my back, successfully encasing my whole upper body. It felt like my small frame was completely enveloped and hidden from view by the Dragonite, under a thick veil, save for my legs and arms, which kept clinging to his neck and chest as if my life depended on it.

This very gesture meant so much to me. Almost like he wanted to show me that it was okay to share my woes, that he would make sure nobody would be watching, or hearing, or judging. This realization further emboldened me to pour out my long-lasting frustrations:

“And they didn't even sympathize with my struggles! They never offered me to go back! It's not fair! It's not fair!!"

Once again, his quiet voice reached my ears, his hold further embracing my quivering body:

“Ooh, my poor little buddy…There, there…Let it all out…"

His words barely registered in my mind, my distress at an all-time high, despite the cuddly Pokémon hugging me against his soft, warm body and continuing to whisper reassuring words, much like I did yesterday night when he was the one suffering. I felt guilty to make him endure my agony, all the while I pledged to be there for him, to be strong for him, yet he didn't seem to mind in the slightest, only focusing on making sure that I had all the room and freedom to cry, paradoxically adding to my regrets.

“Shhh…I'm here…"

Perhaps because the sum of his considerations finally reached me, or perhaps because the accumulated fatigue of today was finally settling in, the noises coming out of my mouth gradually became meeker, until I was just whimpering against his neck, carried safely by his protective arms. My consciousness started to slip, and my last memory before everything faded to black were the sounds of my sobs growing fainter, accompanied by the sounds of Rikiya's reassuring words.

“There, there…It's over now…You'll be okay, buddy. I promise. "