Amidst all the drama, Pokemon Trainer Jeff was more concerned in giving away his weak Pokemon for a stronger one. He pushed his way to the front and set his Pokeball proudly on the table.

[i]Finally, I’ll get the Pokemon I deserve,[/i], he stood there with a happy smile on his face as he waited for the trade to occur. They were taking a little longer than he expected with the protestors stalling business. What he hadn’t noticed was standing behind him was a [url=http://orig08.deviantart.net/ecfd/f/2009/350/e/3/gijinka__cyndaquil__by_kei_yo.png]little slanted-eye boy[/url], silently peering up at him. He stared at the trainer for a good two minutes until Jeff curiously peered over his shoulder at the fight that had broken out, and then his blue eyes lowered to a distinct black cowlick that was standing on the kid’s head. His face immediately paled.

“Chris, what are you doing outside your ball?” he exclaimed in panic. He had just turned in an empty ball, they were going to think he was a thief. He snatched the kid by the wrist and attempted to drag him over to the table, when the kid jerked his wrist free.

“Come on, I just turned in your pokeball. You have to go with them now or they’ll think I’m trying to scam them!”

He reached for the kid again and the boy shrank down into a small black and yellow-bellied mouse. The Cyndaquil ran from Jeff darting between the feet of the power-hungry trainers. Once he reached the back of the crowd, he glanced back and noticed that his master was still closely following him. Having taken his attention away from his intended path, the little mouse crashed into a person’s leg [@Bright_Ops].

The Cyndaquil squealed in startle, sprawling on his belly a little daze. Jeff caught up to him, and saw his Pokemon at the feet of another trainer.

“Sorry about that,” Jeff apologized to Gredy. “That’s my Pokemon.”

Cyndaquil shook his head and glanced behind him at Jeff. His trainer attempted to reach for him and Cyndaquil presented his back to him, which was always a bad sign if he had been a Cyndaquil expert or had owned a Cyndaquil longer than a day. Flames immediately erupted like fiery spines from his back, singing the trainer’s hand.

Jeff retracted his hand with a pained cursed, “Agh! You little shit!”

Reactively, he kicked the Pokemon, sending it rolling to the side. “That’s why I’m gonna trade you in!”