smashacademy | ACKSHUN POST

A curious event indeed. It was not unusual for the trainer's pokemon to come and go from her room as they pleased when she was in it. Usually the only one that asked before entering was Blake, but even then she was usually ushering him inside on her own.

"Of course," she called out to her firey boy as she sat up on her bed. It had been a time for perusing cute animal videos on Mewtube, but real puppies were always far better uses for her time. Especially puppies that were being polite and calling her 'mama' instead of 'mom.'

Something was most certainly up. "Come on in, Jock."

Jock came into the room and shut the door behind him softly. He looked over at where Blue was sitting on her bed and smiled sheepishly, but then looked sort of worried. It was a strange look. It wasn't a look that said "I did something wrong" because that look was a look that Blue was used to already.

Jock spent his time looking around the room sort a little bit, just, not focusing on Blue. He fidgeted with his hands a little bit, then scratched his chest, and went back to fidgeting.

"Mama," said Jock again, calling her mama instead of mom, "I have a friend who keeps getting in trouble and needs help not getting in trouble anymore, but I don't know how to help him not get in trouble anymore, and I don't know if there's a people trainer, but I think he needs a people trainer if there's a people trainer."

Oh, there we are. It's awkwardness on behalf of another person. That's what Jock is registering.

Curioser and curioser. This almost shy demeanor wasn't anything Blue was used to seeing on Jock. The trainer leaned forward expectantly, keeping a watchful eye on him.

It was hard to keep her mouth from thinning too much when Jock had said what he needed to say. Blue couldn't say she knew all of Jock's friends, but amongst the ones that stuck out in her mind, only one of them would have required a 'people trainer,' and he was the absolute worst of the lot in her mind. No good had yet to come from Mondo Oowada, and it wasn't a secret that Blue didn't like him in the slightest. Which was probably why Jock wasn't mentioning him by name.

Well. Listening to the whole issue came first. She scooted over on the bed, patting the comforter beside her for Jock to join her.

"A mentor is what you'd like him to find," she was saying. "There are different kinds of people trainers, just like there are different kinds of Pokemon trainers. Mentors are the kind of people trainers that could help with being a better person."

"Oh," said Jock, not knowing what a mentor was, but sitting on the bed next to her because she asked him to. He still wasn't really sitting up next to her, like he normally would, touching her with his head or leaning against her.

"He wants to be better," he said. "He really does. He just doesn't know how to be better. It's, he just, he knows that he hurts people sometimes but he doesn't know how to not hurt them. He probably didn't have a good people mentor when he was little. And he's real sorry that he hurts people. He wants to be good. He loves dogs; people who love dogs have to be good on the inside," he said, firmly believing this to be one of the world's sincerest realities. "They do."

He continued to fidget with his hands. "Do you think you can help me get him a mentor?"

"People who love dogs aren't always good," Blue replied carefully, "but the bad ones don't always have to stay that way." She frowned slightly, setting her now shut computer aside. As much as she wanted ti say she did not want to help Mondo in the slightest, since she didn't, she knew that those words weren't the ones that would do Jock any good. So instead she gave it some actual consideration, rubbing her fingers across her chin.

"There is not a lot that I can do for him," she admitted. Blue reached over to settle her hand over his fidgety ones. "Finding a mentor is something he needs to do on his own, because only he will know who is helping him. Maybe there is a teacher he feels good about, or an older friend that isn't a horrible influence."

"Finding friends that aren't afraid to tell him when he's being awful would help to, if he'd make an effort to actually listen to them."

"But, he knows he's being awful," said Jock. "He already knows that he's bad sometimes. I don't think it would help if I told him he was terrible; he's real sad already about being bad."

"I thought that maybe... you could be a mentor for him, but I guess you can't be one," he mumbled morosely looking down at Blue's thin hand on his larger ones. "You're the best at knowing what to do..."

"Not always," Blue carefully replied. "There's a lot of things I could use some mentoring for too, honestly." Like figuring out how to help her pup help a friend she didn't like, for instance. She gave a small sigh. "I just try my best because I know you and the others are counting on me, and I don't want to let you down."

Even though it just took a glance to know that she was already falling short of Jock's current expectations.

"Even if I said yes, I'm not sure how much he'd want to listen to me, honestly. I can only do the same things I'd hope his friends would do... You can do it too." Blue gave his hand another pat and turned to look at him.

"It's less about telling him he's completely awful, and more that you need to help keep him from making bad choices. It's like when I tell you not to do something. It's not because I think you're terrible, it's because I want to keep you from doing things that aren't good or getting into bad habits that might hurt you or other people. Does that make sense?"

It's alright, Blue. It's just blinding love and devotion in his eyes. If you say you're not the right one, you have to be right about you not being the right one, and so you're perfect anyway.

"Yeah, it makes sense," said Jock glumly. "I know I make mistakes, too. I'll try to help him not make as many bad choices."

This is a fool's errand.

"And I'll try to help him find a mentor, too. It's just, you know... he lost his best friend so he doesn't think he can have any more friends anymore."

She wanted to have faith.

Hearing that the person she was still assuming was Mondo had lost his friend was even more cause for concern. Blue bit back the urge to ask what it was he had done to make this happen. There were a multitude of other things that could have been the cause for such things, and she knew that well enough firsthand. 'Lost' was such an ominous word.

"... What do you mean he lost him? Did something happen?"

"His best friend is the guy who sort of went crazy, the guy with the dark black hair, but his hair was white and he had glowy-eyes for awhile. They got in a fight when the other guy was like that, and I don't think they made up. I don't know what the fight was about, I just know they had it," said Jock. "He's real sad about it. He doesn't think he's good enough to be his friend anymore. It's real sad. He was crying and I had to give him a lot of licks and hugs before he stopped feeling so bad. I was sad, too."

Jock sounds sad. He looks sad and distraught. Thinking about other people being sad makes Jock feel sad, too. HE FEELS WITH THE POWER OF A THOUSAND SUNS.

Oh. In that case it was just a dumb boy being a dumb boy, more or less. What was it with boys and their inability to talk to each other? So many issues could easily be avoided if they set their manly prides aside. Blue huffed through her nose slightly, but managed to keep her eyerolling in check for Jock's sake. Blue changed positions so she could wrap her arms around her puppy boy, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

"It sounds like he really needs to talk to his friend about how he feels. Weird things happen here, and people do things they don't always mean to."

Something they were both quite familiar with. Here she sighed.

"If it would make you feel better, I can try to talk to him anyway."

Jock couldn't take the love, and suddenly started sobbing; he threw his arms on Blue's shoulders, and stuck his face down into her hair and breathed in deeply.

"I love you; you're so wonderful," he said. "You're the best and my favorite and so smart and beautiful, I'm so glad you're my mom; you even love, even love bad boys who make mistakes."

He hugged her more tightly than he had before. "My friend is Mondo and I know you don't like him, but you're so wonderful and perfect, I know you can help."

His emotions were fueled by the love of ten-thousand glittering Ho-ohs for Blue and how wonderful she was.

This love was so intense and so, so real. An so intense. Intensely real.

Blue awkwardly stroked Jock's hair as well as she could from within his vice grip. "I can't make any promises about how helpful I can be but... Bad boys don't have to be bad forever. I guess even Mondo could figure out how to learn from his mistakes. If we're both keeping an eye on him, things should turn out okay."

"Thank you for telling me."

And it could have been left at that, with her gently stroking his hair and easing his tears away. The fact that he had owned up to Mondo's name, however, spurred her on. Secrets usually weren't Blue's thing, and this wasn't really... a secret... She just hadn't known when to bring it up. "There's something I've been needing to talk to you about too, whenever you're ready."

"Oh no!" said Jock, still all teary-eyed, and now loosing his hug and looking at Blue in mingled terror and shock. "Am I in trouble? What did I do?"

It must have been something awful.

She reached out and lightly wiped away the tears from his cheeks with her palms.

"You're not in trouble, as long as you stop doing dangerous things for the vines." Don't do dangerous things for the vine. "Uh. It's something I did, actually."

"Are you okay? Is everything alright? Are you healthy? Is everything fine?" Jock asked, now spinning a thousand hideous scenarios in his head where Blue was dying in a hospital ward.

It was a talent to be dying in a hospital ward while not being anywhere near a hospital ward at all.

"Everything is completely fine," Blue attempted to reassure him with a smile. "Don't look so worried, it's nothing fatal or even remotely dangerous. You're probably just not going to like it very much."

Because of the love that burned like the power of a thousand suns.

"I'm just... trying the dating thing out."

Oh, thankarceusshesnotdying.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Jock stiffened and sat upright. "Who?" he asked. Who was worthy to date Blue? Nobody? No person living or dead?

Alright. It was going somewhat better than expected.

Blue gave a tiny shrug, as if whomever she was about to name was an obvious answer or wasn't at all a big deal. Surely it wasn't a big deal. Right? Right.

Incorrect.

"It's Green."

"Him?" Jock said with incredulity. "Him? Why him? Why is he good enough for you? He let Red beat him. His Charizard is a jerk. He's not strong enough to be with you."

So not good enough for you.

The trainer gently shook her head. "Char is just as prideful as you and Sienna are, that's all." And full of just as much hot air. "And you seem to have enough fun with Jolt," Blue reminded him. "His pokemon are just as loyal and full of love for him as you and the others are for me. Green's a great trainer. He's always been good, but he's miles and miles above where he used to be."

Blue had always been her friend's biggest fans, and that had never been a secret.

"He's strong in his own ways. I've always admired how strong he was... But Green's a very precious friend to me, and he always has been."

"I'm not prideful," said Jock. "I'm just the best. All of your pokemon are the best, because you're the best trainer ever. So, I'm the best."

Jock was grumpy now. He's gone from crying over you in a cancer ward to grumpy in like 60 seconds. Good work.

"I don't like it. I don't like it at all. He's gonna hurt you. I know it. He can't love you as much as I do. I love you more than he could ever love you. You don't need him."

A winning argument, Jock.

"But I do need him."

Grumpy was a step up. Grumpy with a set reason for grumpy was better than devastated with no real way to ease the sadness.

"He's as important to me as any one of you. I knew you wouldn't like it, Jock, since you don't seem to like him very much. Not that I can't blame you, he puts his own proud ask on when he's talking to anyone else. He can act like a jerk when he thinks you're a rival. But he's very kind when you know him. Green wouldn't hurt me to hurt me."

Blue pushed herself up so she could kiss Jock's cheek. "Thank you for being concerned for me. I love you."

Jock appreciated the kiss. It was the best kiss. He's still being a grumpy grump, however.

"He's a guy. He just wants to... do things. He's a guy. You can't trust him. I know how guys think."

Aaaaaaawkward.

Only a little. Blue was more amused by the statement than anything.

"Oh I know what most guys want already. But if there's any guy here you can trust, Jock, it's definitely Green. He's not going to do anything that I don't want him to do."

"Well, what if he does something that I don't want him to do?" Jock said, looking at her with concern. "It's important that everything he does, I'm okay with. Very important. The most important. You're my beautiful treasure."

She raised her eyebrows slightly. "Then you're going to have to trust me," Blue said with a small smile. "If anything happens, it's because I want it to happen."

You were going to get overruled, Jock.

Edited 2014-05-08 01:11 (UTC)

"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH," said Jock, leaning over and biting his own arm with his mouth, needing desperately to work out some of his aggression with something, and his own arm being the thing closest to bite.

"Jock, no," his trainer said sharply, suddenly all business and Mom voices. "Stop it."

Jock stops growling and looks up at Blue. "I need to chew something! I'm unhappy!"

"That's no reason to hurt yourself!" She looked sadder than she sounded, unable to hide the fact that such an action was really very troubling.

"Come on, we're going to run some laps instead." Blue got off the bed, giving him a look that meant he was supposed to follow.

"I don't want to hurt myself," said Jock grumpily. "I just don't have anything in here to chew on; you yell at me if I chew on your clothes and pillows. All I had was me." It was true. All he had was him. And a really stupid, rash nature.

Jock slid off of the bed. "I thought running on the track with you was Blake's thing."

Looks like somebody's being an angsty teenager.

The teenage attitude was strong with this one. He'd probably be getting his morphing device via wacky, uncanny hijinks any day now. Angel Grove's destiny would be in his angsty paws.

"It just so happens that running is not an exclusive activity. Right now I'm going to run with you."

They were on their way.

"I want you to just ride on my back," said Jock, still awaiting the arrival of a stupid robot to tell him about his destiny, as he followed behind her. "I like that best, because you're on me and it makes me feel better and stronger."

"Then we'll do that for a little while," Blue replied. "I can ride you there and we can do some laps that way."

"I love you," said Jock.

Blue gave his arm a pat. "I love you too, Jock."

"Do yo know why we're going for a run?"

"Keep me from doing dumb stuff," said Jock.

He was Rash, not Stupid.

"Right," she said with a smile. She had eased up a bit, trying to be more encouraging than lecturing. "That's part of it. It's good to try and get into the habit of doing something more productive when you're angry or upset. You can use that energy for things that could help you instead of reckless things that can get you or other people hurt."

Blue gave him a sidelong glance and lovingly took his hand to hold. "I'm asking since this is something we can try to help Mondo practice too. I think he might be just as rash as you are, so it could be good to get him to try."

"Yes, mom," said Jock, shaking his head vigorously up and down. "Yes, I'll do my best. I'll try for you. I'll do it for you, mom. I love you. I'll do things you like me to do, no things you don't like me to do, and I'll help Mondo do good things, too, mom."

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I think you mean for the Pitfall!s

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