The Challenge of the Golden Aura

By Cooltrainer Ashton

After plenty of anticipation, Cooltrainer Ashton’s Extinction of Team Rocket series comes to a royal and dramatic close. CTA’s pride and joy started as the need for retelling an important story about bravery and redemption and became an epic capturing adventure, friendship, turmoil, and growth through the lens of mental health awareness and equality. With “The Challenge of the Golden Aura” comes a challenge the likes of which the Pokémon League and the world has never seen. While 24-year-old Jake is thriving in his community, he and his collective family witness history being made as the world is introduced to the Golden Aura, an ancient society with a global membership seeking to foster wisdom and peace. With the world marred by war and conflict continuing to escalate on the global stage, the society emerges out of secrecy to announce a tournament of tremendous brevity that would determine the fate of its body and international diplomacy as the world knows it, seeking out enlightened warriors to bring their full strength as they search for a new Grand Master to lead the next generation of peace-keeping global leaders. As a twist of fate, 28-year-old Drew receives an invitation, catalyzing his fame in Asia and plunging him and his friends into the tournament of a lifetime in the beautiful state of Arizona. Being the underdog, Drew is faced with challenges designed to test every facet of his spirit, all the while dealing with adversity from unimpressed competitors. As his closest companion and protégé, Jake is also forced to confront old and new challenges. What will he do about a contestant targeting Drew and aggravating his nerves? How could he consider romance at such a crucial time as this? Why is life offering chemistry with multiple suitors? How will his heart decide when the tournament brings him and his family an unexpected global spotlight? For the last great adventure between friends, legendary battles, competitive strife, and an infusion of romance, look no further than the last installment of CTA’s “Challenge of the Golden Aura”!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cooltrainer Ashton
• Release date: Dec 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005760366

Cooltrainer Ashton

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fanfiction. The author does not own Pokémon or anything belonging to Nintendo, Game Freak, or Satoshi Tajiri. All characters and storylines not from the original Pokémon franchise belong solely to the author. Any character resemblances to actual people are coincidental. This story is not being published for commercial or monetary gain and is designed for educational and writing practice purposes as fair use.

Author’s Note

Readers, this is it!

I’m so excited and grieved to be sharing the final installment of my Extinction of Team Rocket series! This was such a labor of love because, let’s be honest, 2021 was no cakewalk. For me, it was plagued by monstrous stress, not to mention mental health and physical health flareups. But it was also filled with so much joy and learning about myself and continuing the healing I’ve sought since my inner transformation began.

While it’s sad to be saying goodbye to this series, this story more than makes up for it, and, in the vein of Taylor Swift, I look forward to you looking for subtle Easter eggs and the invisible strings woven throughout the story.

Before 2021 is over, the official playlist will be posted to my Cooltrainer Ashton YouTube channel, in case you enjoy supplementing your reading with music.

May you and your loved ones have a very happy holiday season and a happy new year. Happy reading!

XO,

Ashton

Dedication

My dearest Gengar, I purposefully didn’t give you a shout-out for the release of The Seaglass heart because of your insistence that you didn’t offer advice to earn praise. However, I cannot complete this series without offering my most heartfelt THANK YOU for the advice you totally forgot you gave me. It’s made such a difference with how much more vibrant this series’ overall storyline became as a result. This series holds your fingerprint, and I’m so proud of it that I hope it gives you all the warm and fuzzy feelings you deserve.

Boatie, you are a hot mess, but I obviously love you, our antics, and all the Spongebob references enhancing our conversations. Thank you so much for contributing your ideas (even 95 percent of them didn’t make it into the book, hilariously enough), but some of your ideas exist here, and I hope they make you giddy when you find them. Sharing bits and pieces of this series with you this year has been a real treat, so I can’t wait for you to dive in and experience this story and fall in love with the characters like I have.

To my tribe, I’m forever indebted to you for your love and support. This has been quite a year, but I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for all of you. There are far too many of you to mention, but you mean the world to me!

And last, but not least, to Mr. Otter Pop, you may not yet know how much you mean to me, but spending time with you this year has been so special to me, and I look forward to what the new year has in store for each of us.

If anyone asks, ‘What is hell?,’ I would say, ‘Distance between two people who love each other.’

~Unknown

Challenge of the Golden Aura

Written by Cooltrainer Ashton

Background photo courtesy of Roksolana Zasiadko

Cover design by Cooltrainer Ashton

Edited with ProWritingAid

© 2021

Chapter One

The Surprise Appearance

A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts as I dressed.

Come in, I said.

The door crept open, and the heads of Jackie and Bobby appeared. Their smiles set mine ablaze.

What are you two cutieflies doing? I asked.

We wanted to spend some time with you, Jackie said.

You know, before we turn in, Bobby added.

Come on in. I have a few moments before I leave.

They shut the door behind them, with Jackie’s flareon and Bobby’s luxray and quilava at their heels, piling onto the bed alongside Arcanine, Manectric, and Mightyena, giving them plenty of head rubs for a multitude of kisses. Witnessing them cuddling together warmed my heart. It amazed me how they were now grown, young adults and every bit as attractive as our parents were in their younger days.

I’d already showered and dressed, my red shorts hiding the themed jockstrap I’d bought for work. I slipped on my black mesh top that showcased my hard work at achieving my fitness goals, which tickled my nips.

Are you ready for your last night? Jackie asked me.

I nodded.

It’s unbelievable you’re leaving after almost seven years there, Bobby said.

I nodded. But sometimes circumstances change for a terrific reason, Wangja.

Well, I’m relieved, Jackie said. I just can’t see you in that environment.

Nuna, Bobby retorted, his eyes rolling before narrowing on her, his brow furrowed.

It’s okay, Wangja, I said, having heard similar sentiments before. Let her speak.

I’m sorry, Appa, Jackie said, her eyes shut and arms folded. It’s left me feeling uncomfortable with you being there.

It shouldn’t, I replied. Many people work in clubs, and it doesn’t reflect on their character.

I agree 100 percent, Bobby said. You know Jake - he’s not like whoever you’re referring to.

I wish I felt differently, Jackie said, her eyes open now, but not everyone in a nightclub is noble. Appa, you’re without question the exception to the rule.

Gongju, most of my colleagues aren’t sex workers. Some are, sure, some are drug addicts, and our patrons objectify our dancers. It’s not a comforting reality, but none of it means their value as individuals changes. I mean, has my value diminished from dancing in racy outfits and being fondled or having banknotes stuffed into my underwear?

After a moment of thought, she shook her head, unable to meet my eyes.

I didn’t mean any disrespect, she said. I haven’t seen you in your element, and of course I’ve never equated you with any of the unpleasant aspects of the job.

It’s crucial to remember everyone, regardless of their titles, deserves respect. Plus, I’m not spotless either.

They nodded.

I don’t share everything with you, but I’ve had sex with our patrons. We’ve had conversations about it already. Being safe and honoring consent are vital, but there’s nothing wrong with it if you and the other person are consenting adults.

Of course, Appa, they said.

While this is my last night, I’m grateful for NightCare. It not only taught me how to hustle and supplement my income, it’s also helped me become more assertive.

We’re proud of your accomplishments, Appa, Jackie said.

Agreed, but you’re gonna retire your costumes and gear and not wear them around the house, right? Bobby asked.

I chuckled. As long as you don’t give me a reason to use them, then yes, I won’t wear them anymore or embarrass you… but Silver is still my prime target.

They giggled.

I completed my ensemble with a red bowtie and some cologne.

So why aren’t you two out celebrating Valentine’s Day? I asked. I thought you’d be seeing Mahri and Wally.

They couldn’t make it here in time, Jackie said.

Yeah, it was awful timing with their obligations, but they’ll both be here in a few days to celebrate.

Well, that’ll be fun, and I’ll spoil them rotten once they’re here.

They smiled.

What about you, Appa? Bobby asked.

Yeah, are you celebrating at all? Jackie asked.

I chuckled and shook my head. Afraid not… only working, coming home, and sleeping in.

Well, that’s no fun, Bobby said.

Jackie chuckled. "I’m afraid I agree with him, Appa… you should do something."

You do?

Yeah, anything… you deserve it, Bobby said.

I’m surprised you haven’t found your soulmate yet, Jackie added.

The subject was still a sore spot, but I still appreciated the support, regardless of my unique romance problems.

We love you and want you to celebrate since you’ve earned it, Jackie said. So if you have the chance, do something fun tonight.

All right, all right, I said. …Maybe I’ll find something to quell your zealous demands.

They giggled and cuddled with the mass of fur on my bed.

So why were you quitting again? Bobby asked. Are you tired of dancing?

I don’t think I could ever be tired of it, Wangja, I said. Honestly, I’m over the late nights, but the experience has been positive. I’m quitting so I can put more time into my volunteering.

You volunteer way too many places, Jackie said.

Well, thanks to both of you following my example, you’re covering most of my old stomping grounds, so I can devote more time to the restaurants.

We’re thrilled for you, Appa, Bobby said.

You’re an incredible chef, so this is very fitting for you, Jackie added.

You’re both biased since I’m your personal chef.

They both giggled hard.

Guilty as charged, Jackie said. We’re not very objective.

We’re privileged, Bobby said. Nothing else to say.

Agreed. You live in a gorgeous house and help me maintain the gym. What tragedies do you two endure, aside from the redheaded grumpy-gus down the hall?

They giggled again.

That’s what I thought, I said. Now, with that settled, I’m gonna head out.

They rose and each came over, only to be embraced in a bear hug, one I’d perfected from the bear hug master’s mentoring.

Love you, Appa, Bobby said.

Love you more, I said, also giving plenty of head scratches to his luxray and quilava.

They left the room, which allowed me to hug Jackie and pay some love to her flareon.

Have some fun tonight, Jackie said. Seriously, you deserve it.

I will, Gongju.

Before you go, I wanted to ask you. About you-know-who-

There’s nothing to discuss, I spat. It’s a done deal.

Appa-

I’m not interested in getting into it. Nothing’s gonna change, Gongju… and for right now I’m okay with it.

She didn’t respond right away, but a smirk replaced her concerned expression. Oh, all right, Mr. Gym Leader, but this isn’t over.

I chuckled. Get in bed before I wrestle you to the ground.

She giggled and kissed me on the cheek. Good night, Appa. Bobby and I are visiting Abeoji and Eomeoni this weekend to celebrate his birthday. They mentioned they wanted to see you.

I paused a moment, pondering how I’d put off seeing them the last few times they’d paid a visit. We were on amiable terms, and so far nothing terrible had happened. The idea of seeing them elevated my heart rate, but if we could heal old wounds, I didn’t want to stand in its way. Yeah, let them know I’ll come, too.

She smiled before she left the room, leaving me and my companions to the silence.

I looked at myself again in the mirror, checking my hair and making any last-minute adjustments. My body had transformed. A lot more muscle had grown to where I’d have compared my present self to Drew’s 18-year-old self when I was a scrawny teenager.

My early adulthood experiences shattered my expectations of what living as my authentic self would look like. Now, at 24 years old, with a thriving career and strong support network, I’d grown stable and more accustomed to life’s changes. Nothing was perfect, but I’d accepted life would take whatever form it wanted. Everything was pleasant. Or pleasant enough for me not to hate it.

Reflecting on clueless moments as I navigated the world unveiling itself in front of me, it all seemed silly now, as I’d learned growth required both the wonderful and the unpleasant aspects of life. Being disowned and attacked weren’t pleasant experiences, but without them I wouldn’t have learned to find my value and cultivate eternal gratitude for my loved ones. Nobody could’ve predicted that trauma and heartache would be the best guides to show me which memories I cherished the most.

My eyes drifted to my photo wall. Whereas it once held overwhelming sadness with memories I wanted to relive, it now made me smile. So much happened when these lenses weren’t flashing. The moment I came out to Misty, the holiday party when my parents disowned me, the hate crime attack, my near-attempt at suicide, the multitude of joyful moments among the pain, my eighteenth birthday trip to Hawaii, my tearful goodbye with Drew before his deployment to America, and many others. They’d rocked me to my core, but now a smile rested on my lips. Through all the turmoil, I might’ve lost my innocence, but my loved ones provided support and strengthened my foundation.

I fixated on one of the more recent photos, one of Saundra, Ken, Silver, Lance, and me with our beloved soldier at a special G-Men ceremony, already over two years old.

We’d gathered at Vermillion Harbor and boarded the SS Amity, a ship manned by both Drake and Capt. Briney in their younger days, now dedicated to military festivities in their honor, a fitting place for the day’s event. They permitted a tiny amount of press and a few loved ones for each soldier to board. Dressed in our best formals, we watched as the G-Men’s Organized Crime Brigade celebrated its team’s many accomplishments. As the ceremony progressed, Lance’s commanding officers pinned another star to his uniform, signifying his promotion from 1st Lieutenant to Captain.

Dignified and not as devilish as his younger self, he addressed their assembled guests housed on the ship’s deck with a magnificent view of the ocean. Despite it being chilly, not even Drew’s parka, which he’d left at the gym, could keep me warm like his smile could. Drew sat on the stage with his other teammates, all wearing their respective uniforms, some showing more color or adornments than others.

Lance commended each soldier of his or her accomplishments, not to mention their contributions to the safety of the community, before pinning something new to their uniforms to signify a promotion. But his smile brightened when he reached his last subordinate.

And last, but certainly not least, is our team’s favorite comrade and our reigning Indigo Champion who needs no introduction, Andrew Brown.

Whereas he had genuine smiles for his other officers, watching Drew stand to meet him at the podium brought tears to his eyes, which he wiped away with haste.

Sorry, he said.

In likewise fashion, Drew’s smile illuminated the space, his eyes not yet overflowing but still appearing misty. The crowd cheered, overshadowing Lance’s emotion with the energy coursing through us all.

What could I say about Drew? Drew’s shown himself to be a true soldier in all facets of his life. He protects his own, fights to vanquish evil, advocates for the value of life, endures hardships, and serves the needs of his team as Corporal… but there’s so much more to him. He’s also a Pokémon Master, a friend, a community builder... and a brother that’s irreplaceable.

He cleared his nasal passages, his eyes red and his voice shaky.

It’s with tremendous honor and sadness that I award this medal of service in honor of his participation in eradicating multiple groups targeting the welfare of people and pokémon. We wish him nothing but the best as he moves into the next chapter of his life, where he will without a doubt continue to inspire others and aspire to the greatness we know to be part of his destiny.

He stepped away from the microphone, pinning a medal to Drew’s decorated lapel, before being embraced in an extended, emotional bear hug.

None of us in Drew’s camp had dry eyes, as we were all so ecstatic. Not only had he fulfilled his obligations and served his community to the best of his ability, he was a civilian again and already on his way to pursuing his realized interests. He’d already graduated from the National Police Academy and enrolled at Celadon University to pursue his love of knowledge in Pokémon Biology. Ken and Saundra looked on with pride at their beloved son, and it thrilled Silver and me to have Drew back as a permanent fixture in Viridian City.

Since then, our quality time had resumed, and life lacked nothing vital, despite not being designed as perfect as I’d desired. While we weren’t in the same house, we were still regulars at Cuisine de Faure at lunchtime when we could fit it in around his classes and his shifts at the Viridian Police Department. And despite only paying a few visits to his apartment, a cramped studio for a fitness and martial arts aficionado, he wasn’t far away if we needed him.

I turned away from my photos and looked at my companions, tails wagging and panting as they watched me.

Ready for our last night?

They barked and gave me kisses before we shuffled downstairs, the house still and quiet despite housing multiple people. The only light came from the stove’s overhead lamp, greeting me upon each return from dancing. We left the gym and locked its doors before I rode on Arcanine’s back, the others dashing alongside us as we traveled to the other side of town.

Once we arrived at NightCare, the bouncer gave me our special handshake.

We’ll miss you so much after tonight, Wu Isai, he said. Come back to visit.

Without a doubt, I replied.

I shuffled through the crowd and entered the dancers’ dressing room, giving me a chance to make sure I looked my best while the others showered or gussied themselves up.

Jake, we’ll miss you so much after tonight, one of the dancers, named Kyoto, said.

I smiled, as they were one of the few regulars who’d seemed cool throughout my time with the club. The others tolerated me because of my potential to bring in money and nothing else.

It’s bittersweet, I replied, but it’s been a super fun experience.

Dancing with you is a blast, they said. And word on the street is one of our patrons is hosting a colossal party tonight.

You’re serious?

He nodded, grinning.

Lots of booze and plenty of hot men. I hear there are plenty of sexy group activities at his parties.

Wow, sounds like quite a shindig. I take it you’re attending?

Yeah, he invited everyone, and I’m certain the entire club’s heard about it by now. You’re welcome to join us. If you’re leaving, then there’s no bigger way to stage a grand exit than with a bang, if you catch my drift…

He couldn’t finish his thought before a colossal fit of giggles overtook us.

Your humor kills me, I said. But I’m due for some fun tonight, so it might do the trick.

He grinned before he continued getting dressed. I looked in the mirror one last time, smiled, and removed my shorts before starting my shift.

NightCare flooded the dancefloor with lots of red and pink lights to commemorate the festivities, with a sea of patrons dancing, carousing, and fondling the dancers.

When the music stopped, the DJ put me on blast.

It’s with immense sadness that we announce tonight is Jake’s last night dancing with NightCare.

The entire crowd responded with plenty of awes and cries, the emotion making it difficult not to be affected.

We’ll miss him like crazy, so please do us a favor and show some extra appreciation and love tonight. This setlist is for you, you naughty sexgod.

I chuckled and as we settled into the night, dancing to Britney’s ...Baby One More Time, Kesha’s Die Young, Beyonce’s Naughty Girl, the weeknd’s I Feel It Coming, will.i.am’s Scream & Shout, Metro Station’s Shake It, Britney’s Outrageous, and Ariana Grande’s Side to Side, among others.

Throughout the night, I facilitated plenty of attention, getting major tips while exchanging fondles and occasional kisses. It was difficult not to surrender to it, as I deserved some fun for all I’d given to this establishment. The idea of attending the party and having my fill of sex called out to me, and my body was already answering the call.

As the night wore on, the club’s capacity ebbed and flowed, with me enjoying the extra attention when business was bustling and vibing along to the music when it was lax. As hours passed, I looked forward more to completing my shift and having some fun.

When I least expected it, while I was entertaining a few patrons who slipped notes into my jock, someone behind me squeezed my ass, the sounds coming from their mouth of total hunger over it, as they slipped a bill in my waistband. I turned around to see who’d be my next MVP and, to my surprise, it was Lance.

Fuck, Hu zi, I don’t think your body has ever been this sexy, he said, his voice like a purr in my ear and he hugged me tight.

Lance, what the hell are you doing here? I asked, having never seen him at NightCare.

Oh, we wanted to have some fun tonight, he said, his devilish grin back as he teased my nips.

We?

Oh, you know who. We soldiers stick together.

To say it shocked me was an understatement. Wait, what?

He grinned. Gotta split, but I wanted to visit and help celebrate your last night.

Thanks, you sexy devil.

He kissed me fast and vanished among the other patrons, leaving me dumbfounded as they continued to come over to me.

Despite my attempts, I wasn’t able to keep my mind on the remaining moments of my shift. Pushing unwanted and agonizing thoughts from my mind was a constant and resurfacing battle.

Once the club closed and patrons left, I slipped into a white t-shirt and my red shorts and returned to the floor, wondering if what I sensed was true. When I arrived at the bar, I saw someone familiar sitting there, finishing the rest of his drink. Dashing with muscles bustling out of his button-up vest and jeans, my jaw dropped at seeing him here, of all places in town.

Hey, kiddo, he said, his smile warming me.

Hey, I said before I moved closer, finding solace in his arms. It’s been a while.

Yeah, it’s been crazy the last few days juggling work and school.

What are you doing here? This isn’t your scene.

He chuckled. Rustbush and I chose an unusual activity for a change, and drinking and people-watching was fun… though he’s biased to have chosen this.

I can imagine, I said. Where’d he wander off to?

You know, he wouldn’t tell me. He said he needed to pay someone else a visit, but their identity was a complete mystery. Oh well… I’m thrilled as long as I don’t have to share my bed.

And why didn’t you head home? Don’t you have class or work tomorrow?

He smiled. Tomorrow’s my day off, and class isn’t until the afternoon.

I nodded.

The club’s closing, but my spirit’s too restless to return home. What say you? Care to hit the town with me and salvage what’s left of our evening?

I smiled back. Sure. Is anything open at this hour?

C’mon, he said, leaving a note on the counter and earning a bow from the bartender. His arm surrounded me as we made our trek toward the exit. I know a place.

Chapter Two

The Sensual Reunion

I followed Drew as we sauntered toward the downtown hub, most businesses and shops closed and windows pitch black.

Are you sure you’re okay with this? Drew asked. The club was buzzing with chatter about a rocking party everyone was attending.

Oh, you heard?

He nodded, smirking. Sounds like you would’ve had more fun there. You’re missing out by hanging out with me.

I chuckled. You can’t be serious.

He grinned. I’m always serious.

I punched him in the arm before I put my arm around his broad shoulders. Why would I choose carnal passion with a hoard of strangers over spending time with you?

He gasped. An entire hoard?! he said before collapsing into a fit of chuckles.

Knock it off, Andrew! Sex is one thing, but spending quality time with someone means more to me.

This time, his normal smile returned.

I’m not surprised you heard about it. Did patrons try to rope you into going?

What are you insinuating? he asked, his smirk returning with a vengeance.

Please, an attractive man like you wouldn’t be able to leave a gay club without attracting attention.

He chuckled.

Plus, this isn’t your scene.

Well… yes, true... but I’m flattered you hung out with me.

Oh, stop. We have history together… and you’re my best friend. Of course I’d want to hang out over getting gang-banged.

Fuck, I don’t need graphic details, kiddo.

We chuckled before we re-entered the downtown hub.

This is so crazy, I said, enamored with the select places still earning steady business, even after 2 AM.

You seem surprised, he replied, chuckling.

I don’t know, I… I’ve never been out this late to explore.

It shows, he said, bringing me into his arms and giving me a noogie.

Hey, what gives? I asked, giggling. Why shouldn’t I be clueless? I go home and collapse in bed after my shifts.

Oh, you’re such a lucky guy, aren’t you? he said, releasing me and allowing me to reorient myself.

How am I lucky, Your Excellence? Aren’t you sleeping?

He smirked. Sometimes.

I chuckled. Well, I’ll be. I never thought you’d be wide awake at this hour.

Why? he asked, raising an eyebrow. Is your damn nickname for me still clouding your judgment and making you believe I’m perfect?

I giggled. Believe whatever you want. Your loved ones will always believe that.

Then you’re a sucker, he said, running and forcing me to keep up with him. Thinking I’m perfect is a joke… and the joke’s on you!

So then enlighten us, I said, jogging behind him. Does that mean there’ve been nights you can’t sleep?

Sometimes, he replied, stopping in the middle of a silent downtown.

Fuck, you must enjoy confounding me with your vagueness.

He gestured to a sign reading Moonlit Sakura Grill hanging over a set of stairs, leading to a hidden space bustling with activity.

I’ve had sleepless nights, and I found this cozy place after some exploring.

I followed him down the stairs into a spacious restaurant, housing a bar and a dozen booths with built-in hibachi grills. The atmosphere was mellow and friendly without being sleepy in a serene theme of green with pink and red accents. A few customers in scrubs sat at the bar, schmoozing over bowls of ramen, and a few couples lingered at their booths, enjoying the rest of their Valentine’s Day.

Evening, Mr. Champion, came someone’s voice from behind the counter. Care for seats at the counter for your usual?

The voice belonged to a regal gentleman around Lance’s age with black hair and kind brown eyes. Based on his traditional garb, he must’ve been the owner.

Evening, Mr. Matsuda, Drew replied, and no, not tonight. Is a booth acceptable?

He nodded and gestured to a spotless booth in the corner, which we moved to and took seats. After taking in the establishment’s setup and fusion of traditional and modern decor, not to mention the vibrant orchids adorning each booth, I smiled.

Drew, this place is incredible, I said. I’m coming to you from now on for new restaurant suggestions.

He chuckled. Yeah, this place opened last month after a restauranteur learned there weren’t many late-night establishments available for the overnight working population, so it’s been swamped since it opened.

Wow, I said, glancing at the menu resting next to the order slips. What do you recommend?

I’ve loved everything so far, so we’re in for a delectable feast with whatever we choose. Care to do some major damage, kiddo?

Do you even have to ask? I asked, grinning. What’s something we do best?

Aside from pokémon battles?

Exactly, I said. And after dancing my ass off for hours, I’m famished.

After poring over the menu, we placed our order of tuna sashimi, a dozen skewers of shashito peppers, Kobe beef, and unagi, and a platter of assorted specialty and avocado rolls. It wasn’t long before the owner brought salads with ginger dressing and our whiskeys to our table, giving us a chance to toast.

Happy Single Awareness Day, he said, prompting a chuckle.

Cheers, I said, clinking glasses and taking a sip, going down smooth after plenty of practice.

How are you still single? he asked. Not to make this awkward, but you’re a catch. All the guys here are fools.

I didn’t know whether to chuckle or groan, and whatever escaped my throat made him chuckle. I joined in before covering my face with my free hand.

It’s complicated… but it’s not all awful. I could say the same about you. Your being single and not in a fulfilling relationship doesn’t offer much hope.

Now was his turn to offer a nervous expression, prompting me to chuckle at his own well-deserved expense.

Well, we didn’t need a reason to drink. Now we do. Glad I’m in excellent company.

Agreed, Your Excellence.

He chuckled. Oddly enough… my ex was at my door not too long ago.

They were?

Yeah, my heart ached when they said their life was in shambles. They’d needed a temporary place to get their head right. It turned out they were still in love with me.

You’re kidding! And how did you respond?

With complete honesty. I still loved them, but I was no longer in love and couldn’t entertain their advances. I’ve moved on and have a clearer idea of what’s best for me.

Wow…

Yeah, he said. ...So I helped them work through their issues, and once they’d had a moment away, they returned home. Damn, we need refills.

Agreed. But good on you for supporting them, I said. So, to get us off that depressing topic, I wanted to ask. Why would you have trouble sleeping? When we lived together, you slept like a rock.

His hand moved to his face again before taking another sip.

I take it something’s been bothering you, I replied. It had been quite a while since I’d seen him this uncomfortable.

He sighed. Well… some unrelenting thoughts have kept me awake, and sometimes I walk the town to clear my thoughts or find a solution…

I take it you haven’t found one?

He shook his head.

Have you spoken to Dr. Namada about them?

Frequently, he replied, …and I wasn’t expecting to encounter these obstacles after leaving the G-Men.

You’re not obligated to unload on me if this isn’t a comfortable topic, I said.

Don’t worry, he said, releasing a sigh. I’m not enjoying my job.

You’re not?

He shook his head, his eyes soft and his fragile smile giving way to a frown that pained my spirit. Viridian Police Department promoted him to Senior Officer, and he hadn’t mentioned anything was wrong at family gatherings or any of our lunches. Knowing my mentor and best friend wasn’t happy pained me.

How long have you felt this way? I asked.

For the last six months, he replied. In the beginning, it was only a tiny nagging feeling, but it’s grown.

What’s happening, Drew? You seemed like you enjoyed it.

I do. I enjoy protecting my hometown from violence, human trafficking, and drugs so they’re not part of our city, not to mention rescuing our citizens and connecting with them through community outreach… but I could do without everything else.

Like?

Department politics, paperwork, long shifts, the limits we have on spending time with citizens, putting myself in danger. Those are the aspects of the job I don’t enjoy, and it outweighs everything else.

How terrible, I said. I’m sorry, Drew.

And those problems wouldn’t bother me as much if it held a sense of fulfillment.

You mean… your job doesn’t provide you that?

He shook his head. I thought it would. After all, Dad’s inspired me over the years, and pursuing law enforcement seemed like the logical choice.

I would’ve agreed if you’d asked me about it then.

And I’m thankful for it. I’m part of the city in a new way, and it’s allowed me to live on my own and finance my education. But now I don’t enjoy getting out of bed in the morning.

That’s awful, I said. Drew, someone like you shouldn’t have this burden.

I’m like everyone else, he said. It’s something else to figure out.

Have you told anyone else this?

He shook his head. Except for you, Lance, and Brock.

Not even your parents?

I’d be too ashamed to, he said. I mean, Mom would be fine with it. But you remember Dad’s face at my graduation from the police academy.

I nodded. It’s the proudest I’ve ever seen him, aside from your discharge ceremony or becoming Indigo Champion.

I don’t want to disappoint him.

I can’t see how it’s possible, Drew, I said. He loves you so much, and I wouldn’t imagine he’d want you to bear through a miserable job to carry on his legacy.

He nodded. I hate that I don’t love it like I hoped. I’m trying to hold on and see if there’s anything to justify remaining there…

And what happens if there isn’t?

Then I’ll start looking at my options. I doubt at that point it would be difficult to quit.

Well, at least you still have your Champion duties.

Drew sighed again, and his head rested in his hands.

Is something wrong there, too?

...I’d rather not get into it. I’m disillusioned about multiple matters right now.

I wish there was more I could do for you. But the important thing is you deserve to be happy, regardless of what path your career takes.

Thank you, kiddo, he said, smiling again.

By the way, what about your education?

His smile grew. It’s one of the few parts of my life illuminating my dilemma.

Are you still enjoying your classes?

Of course! I live for class. I’ll be glum when classes end.

When do you finish? It’s soon, right?

In May, so I have less than three months left.

Drew, that’s incredible, I said, high-fiving him. It seems like you enrolled yesterday.

Agreed. If it wasn’t for a decade’s worth of reading, my memory, and testing out of classes, I wouldn’t have been able to move so far ahead. But all the hard work paid off. I’m already doing research for my thesis.

How cool! Is it normal for a four-year degree?

It’s not required, but it’s an option for those who plan on pursuing higher education. Knowing me, I wouldn’t write it off.

No argument, I replied. So what’re you writing it on?

It’s a work in progress, but it’s on the correlation between fundamental philosophies regarding the nature of pokémon evolution and the soul ties that form within the bonds of pokémon and their trainers. Professors Oak, Birch, Rowan, and Sycamore have been godsends on the latest research to supplement my hypotheses.

Well, if we can toast to anything, it’s to your upcoming graduation.

We clinked glasses and drank.

Besides, having your degree might offer new employment opportunities to find your happiness again. Despite law enforcement being a logical choice, it might not have been the most correct one.

How so?

Well… you love working with pokémon and people, so despite anything else paining you, pursuing something in line with that should aid your search.

He smiled. ...Yeah, true. I appreciate the advice… and, for what it’s worth, thank you for the free therapy.

I chuckled. Any time. Besides, it means we’ll need more whiskey.

He joined me, downing the rest of his glass. Best idea I’ve heard tonight.

We demolished our salads as the owner replaced our whiskeys, also dropping off our feast. I filled our grill with our skewers while Drew divided the rest between us.

Well, I’m done speaking about myself, Drew said, chuckling. How’s everything at home?

Ugh, I replied, earning a laugh before accepting my plate of nourishment. Guess it’s my turn for therapy.

You’re not forced.

You’ve been candid with me. No reason not to unload, too.

So how’s everything? Have Jackie and Bobby taken to being your protégés?

I grinned. They love it. It’s been wonderful having them at the gym. Our time together is something I wouldn’t trade for anything.

That’s phenomenal, kiddo. I’m so glad for you. They’re wonderful kids.

They are, and they’ve enjoyed getting to know you. I love having the entire family in the same city.

He smiled. Me too. How’s everything with your parents?

It’s still awkward, but we’ve made some progress. We’ve had a few civil phone conversations, and I’m visiting them this weekend to celebrate Bobby’s sixteenth birthday.

Wow, how humbling. How long has it been since you’ve seen them?

Not since our ballet recital last year, but we haven’t spent time together for the last seven years… since Devon Corporation’s Christmas party.

Drew stopped eating and stared at me, his eyes and mouth open wide. "It’s been that long?"

I nodded.

How do you feel about it?

...I’m nervous… but I can’t keep this distance forever. As much as they hurt me, we’re still a family.

I commend you for having courage since this hasn’t been easy on you, he said.

We’re progressing in a positive direction. I’m trying not to hope too much and end up disappointed. But it would be more enjoyable for family relations to be… somewhat normal. Or at least more positive.

He smiled. I’ll be wishing you the best.

Thanks, Your Excellence. It would also be a relief for the animosity of the past to be gone. Especially if they see you’re a wonderful person.

Well, I’m flattered, kiddo. But don’t worry about it. Someday it could be possible. We were all civil with each other when we spoke after our recital.

Yeah… at least it shows there’s some hope on the horizon, I said, taking the skewers off the grill and loading them onto our plates.

Well, I’m open to it if they are, he said, accepting the plate I handed to him. By now, I’d hope they’ve forgiven me for punching your father in the face.

I chuckled. Hoping so.

So how’s my brother doing?

My smile vanished. He’s still an enormous pain in the ass, much worse than when you lived with us.

It’s that bad?

It’s unbearable. We all do our best to avoid him.

I’m so sorry, kiddo.

It’s not your fault.

I don’t get it. He’s acted strange for several years, and I hoped this was a phase. What do you think happened?

We were on amiable terms when you became Champion, and he was fine when he started training in Blackthorn City. It wasn’t until after your discharge ceremony he’d traveled there to train again and came back earlier than planned, distraught, and much more frigid to us. It’s been the same ever since.

That’s awful.

I nodded. Some days we don’t see him, and when we do he’s cold to everyone. Has he told you anything, as his older brother?

He hasn’t. I’ve witnessed the drastic change, too, but he’s seldom said anything to me. I’m concerned, but I’m powerless since he’s an adult.

Yeah, well, if he does anything to disrespect or mistreat my siblings, I’ll take care of him. My apologies in advance, but I don’t care who he is. His bullshit won’t slide if it escalates.

I understand. Please call me if it gets to that point. If something’s bothering him, I don’t want him to be alone.

He’d drive you insane if he lived with you.

He chuckled. Yeah, but I can’t stand the idea of him being on his own.

You’re Brother of the Year, Reigning Champ.

Oh, c’mon, kiddo. You’d do the same for your siblings.

Yeah, but you know how well-behaved they are.

True. Guess it makes Silver stick out.

I nodded with a smirk.

As we schmoozed, laughed, and ate, my thoughts from earlier returned, much like an obnoxious pest. The narrative amplified by Jackie’s voice made it impossible to drown out, and the way his eyes caught the surrounding light enamored me once again.

I’d never forget the day I first saw him. The brooding, mysterious, and quiet demeanor coupled with his sleek jumpsuit and executive uniforms struck and ignited me like a flint. Something in my spirit was drawn to something in his. I didn’t recognize what it was then. My naïveté took it to be my admiration of his strength and prowess on the battlefield, and it morphed into a vital, older-brother-younger-brother relationship when he was a deployed soldier and me an anxious teenager on the verge of a calamitous transformation.

But over time, I realized this wasn’t idolization. It wasn’t the longing for a platonic connection. Nor was it a brotherly bond. In actuality, it was the unadulterated love I tried my best to distance myself from and disown but without ever being cleansed. Our fateful meeting created a cataclysmic shift in the course of both of our lives, and Drew was the sole person responsible for the terrific life I now lived.

But the price for harboring this desire was steep. What existed between us was something I wouldn’t trade, regardless of the sum of the fortune offered to me. The gift of life he’d stoked and fostered held an incomparable value. And it was the sole reason I refused to tell Drew the truth. The idea of living without Drew’s warmth threatened to destroy everything I’d created for myself. It was a reality I refused to exist in, and it was a wager I wasn’t willing to gamble, much to the chagrin of the flame that singed my soul.

The desire threatened to ignite at innocent gatherings, unbeknownst to our loved ones around us. Family dinners at Ken and Saundra’s house were what I lived for each week, and each night I’d regret accepting a drink or sitting across the table from Drew. I couldn’t withhold the smile that rested on my face and the erection that swelled in reaction to his smile or laugh or if his foot rubbed mine by accident. Moments where we were in closer proximity threatened to weaken my resolve, and each time we left, a part of me wished either he’d invite me to stay the night with him or I’d drag him with me back to the gym.

After drinking multiple glasses of whiskey like they were water, we sat and chuckled at each other, our meals gone and our moods as mellow as ever, with my being more inebriated than Drew. After he’d paid and said his good nights to the owner, we made our way back outside with our companions and walked (if you could call my stumbling walking) through the downtown hub until we were in