Of First Impressions and Old Mindsets.
Well, can’t say that the trainer didn’t try. He gulped as the Pikachu glared at him. Ah man, this brought back memories. The champion sat and watched the Pokémon eat. It was adorable, but deadly. Red knew that was for sure. He’s been shocked by one as a small boy and he never wanted to relive that again.
Still, if Pika was able to trust him, perhaps he could get this one to as well. Other than Charizard, Pikachu was his absolute favorite Pokémon. He noticed that Pikachu seemed to be interested in fighting his Charizard. A smile went on the child’s lips. Pikachu may have hated him, but he knew that his Charizard could get along. Of course, Charizard was asleep in his Pokéball and gets cranky when woken up. He’s been that way since he got him. So instead of letting him out Red decided to make a promise to Pikachu.
“I tell you what, tomorrow why don’t ya meet Charizard? He’s really friendly towards other Pokémon. He looks scary, but he’s a gentle giant I assure you.” Red smiled as sweetly as he could. According to Professor Oak that was how you could get a Pokémon to trust you. It didn’t seem to work, it just made Red look like an idiot. But he was trying his hardest.
“Are ya thirsty? I think I have some soda pop in my bag. It’s my Pokémon’s favorite kind, but I’m sure you’ll like it too!” He takes out a soda bottle and puts it on the floor in front of the Pokémon. Even if he didn’t trust him, Red was still trying to be his friend.
So… the trainer wanted him to meet his Charizard tomorrow? Well, it got Pikachu to finally turn his nose back down from the sky and have brown eyes stare at him once again, but that didn’t mean much. Gentle giant? Pheh. Pikachu didn’t care about that. Charizard was the completely evolved form of Charmander, and that meant it must be strong. And this Charizard in specific was trained, which meant it was even stronger.
The idea of meeting this “gentle giant” didn’t entice the ‘chu any… but what did was the idea of a fight. The idea of having to socialize with this trainer again tomorrow made him feel lethargic — he didn’t want to whatsoever… but if it meant he would get to go against a pretty strong fellow Pokemon? Then count him in.
His ears were pulled back threateningly at the idea, but before any positive reinforcement of his will to fight was shown, the words “soda pop” are thrown at him, and the ears, and Pikachu in general, perk up once again. Soda pop, eh? It had been a while since he had that— okay, no. He didn’t want to think about that.
Luckily, Pikachu doesn’t even have to beg. The boy just places the bottle right next to him, and after a few moments of hesitation due to shaking off past memories, the bottle was taken into paws extremely quickly, opened right away, and practically gulped down. He could probably put Kirby out of a job if he was put in a contest with the pink puffball!!
Man, the only thing that would’ve been better than this would’ve been a bottle of ketchup.
Once the drink was finished — in a matter of a minute — the electric mouse lowered the empty bottle from his lips with a “Chaaaa~!” That was far more enthusiastic than he wanted to let on — he even found himself smiling after having the refreshing drink.
But enough with the treats. Before Red could give him anything else, brown eyes locked onto him like daggers, before the mouse jumped onto all fours, leaving the bottle to roll across the ground.
“Piiika pikachu, pi-KA!!!” He hoped that this trainer wasn’t an idiot, and he’d get the hint. He wasn’t looking for a meet and greet…
He was looking for a battle.
