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Pewter City outskirts, Ezra's farm.

The clearing was filled with noise as Ezra stood at its edge, his arms crossed and his red eyes locked on Misty. She was crouched beside her Staryu by the small river running by, her voice rapid as she rattled off directions. The scarred Starmie hovered a few feet away, resting, as it had no interest in training, its jewel softly pulsing with its heartbeat as it napped.

"Alright, Staryu, we're trying it again!" Misty shouted, her fiery orange ponytail bouncing as she stood - Ezra having convinced her that her original way to keep her hair looked dumb. Her eyes sparkled with determination as she locked eyes with her Pokemon. "Water Gun, but sharper this time! Focus and aim right at that rock!"

Staryu spun its core and fired, the jet of water streaming out and striking a nearby boulder. The shot hit with precision, carving a faint groove into the stone. Misty frowned, tapping her chin. "Better, but not sharp enough. Think of it like a blade! Let's try again!" Her eyes flickered to Ezra, as if looking for validation.

Ezra smirked faintly, his stance relaxed but his gaze sharp. He was impressed by her tenacity and enthusiasm, even if she didn't fully grasp the nuances yet. She's got drive. That's something, at least, he thought.

"Again!" Misty barked, clapping her hands, seeing that Ezra gave no other direction.

Staryu obeyed, firing another Water Gun. This one was slightly more concentrated, chiseling a deeper groove into the rock. Misty's excitement bubbled over as she cheered. "That's it! We're getting there, Staryu! Keep focusing!"

Ezra stepped forward, his boots crunching against the grass. "It's progress," He called out, his tone firm. "But remember what I told you earlier, stay the course, don't move away until you've got this. Precision comes first, then power. If you go all in on brute force, you'll lose control."

Misty looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks pink but her eyes blazing with admiration. "You make it sound so simple," She muttered, turning back to her Pokemon. "I never even thought of changing how to use a technique…"

Ezra chuckled softly. "It's not simple, necessarily. It's just a more focused and specialized approach. That's the difference - it's less immediately rewarding, as you might spend weeks working on just one part of a technique."

She didn't have a cheat like he did, so it would take time. But this way, she would be able to match technique to technique with anyone, and have hers be stronger.

Get five techniques down to a science, instead of ten techniques at the same skill level as everyone else. That was the ticket. Strategy everyone could work at and only battle experience made you grow - but this work on honing a technique to its absolute potential, would put her at the top one day.

Behind him, of course. But still the top.

Her enthusiasm reminded him of the earlier demonstration he'd shown her, the moment that had lit a fire under her.

…

"Dusclops," Ezra had ordered, his tone as casual as if he were asking for a cup of coffee. The hulking ghost drifted forward, its single red eye glowing ominously. "Shadow Ball. Standard. Target that tree."

Dusclops moved with deliberate precision, summoning a dense orb of shadowy energy. The orb hurtled forward, slamming into the tree with a crackling impact. The bark split, and the tree groaned under the force, its trunk visibly dented.

Ezra glanced at Misty. "Now watch this."

He snapped his fingers, and Loki, his mischievous Banette, appeared from the shadows. His zipper mouth stretched into a devilish grin as he awaited his command.

"Loki, Shadow Ball, let loose," Ezra said, his voice taking on a sharper edge. "Same tree."

Misty gasped as Loki conjured three orbs of dark energy rotating around each other, each barely the size of a marble. The Banette launched them immediately, the tiny projectiles striking with machine-like precision. Instead of merely denting the tree, the Shadow Ball assault with three points of contact, pulverized it. The trunk shattered, collapsing into a pile of splinters and sawdust, the tree itself falling with a loud crashing sound.

Misty had stood there, dumbfounded, her mouth slightly open. "Holy… Miltank," She whispered. "Is that even the same technique?"

Ezra smirked, folding his arms. "It is. But techniques can be stretched and molded. What you saw there, Loki has worked on for months, sharpening the focus, making the technique denser and more compact, able to split it, as you saw, the power of 'one ball' into three to give it extra striking power, and to all appearances, it looks like a different technique, but it's still Shadow Ball, just better.

It takes time and creativity, but it's worth it."

Misty's eyes sparkled with awe. "Can I… Can I do that with Water Gun?" She asked, in a hushed, awestruck tone.

Ezra reached out and ruffled her hair, earning a bright blush from the girl. "Eventually. Work hard, push yourself and your Pokemon to always be better than you were yesterday. You'll get there."

…

The memory brought a faint smile to his face as he watched Misty throw herself into her training with renewed zeal. Staryu fired another Water Gun, this one slightly more concentrated. The rock began to chip, a faint crack forming.

Nearby, Karen lingered at the edge of the clearing, her silver hair glinting in the sunlight. Her arms were crossed, and she looked torn between amusement and irritation. She hesitated, glancing at Ezra, before finally walking over.

"Karen," Ezra said without looking at her, his tone casual. "Finally decided to stop sulking?"

What could he say? He would probably never stop poking at her. It was too much fun.

Karen scoffed, though there was no real heat behind it. "I'm not sulking," She said, though the faint pink of embarrassment in her cheeks suggested otherwise. She fell into step beside him, her voice quieter. "I was watching earlier. That thing with Loki and Shadow Ball. It was… Impressive. You've done some amazing work with him."

Ezra smirked, his gaze still on Misty. "Flattery, Karen? Careful, I might start to think you're getting soft." He glanced at her playfully, "Hurry up and call me insufferable, or I might feel faint."

Karen rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Don't get used to it. I just…" She hesitated, her voice faltering for a moment. "Do you think you could help me with my team too? Show me how to do stuff like that?"

Ezra turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "What's in it for me?" He asked, his tone dripping with mock seriousness.

Karen groaned, already bracing herself. "I knew you'd make this difficult." She muttered, more to herself than to him.

Ezra leaned in slightly, his red eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, you could always offer something… Personal in exchange."

Karen's face turned scarlet, and she took a step back, glaring at him. "You're such a broken clock, is that all you think of?" She hissed, though her voice lacked any real bite, as she looked him up and down, biting her lip.

Ezra chuckled, so enjoying seeing her expressions, "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting, and you make such cute faces when I say those things."

Karen glared at him, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I'm serious, Ezra. Can you help me or not?" If anyone asked, she did not sound whiny!

Ezra pretended to consider it, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm… I don't know. It's a lot of effort. I mean, maybe if you begged. Or grovelled? You'd look so cute on your knees."

Karen let out an exasperated sigh, though her blush deepened as if she was considering it for a moment. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She breathed out, something dangerous in her eyes.

Ezra grinned, his tone softening as he stopped teasing her. "Relax, Karen. Of course, I'll help you. No strings attached."

It wasn't as fun bullying her when she stopped being as embarrassed, after all.

Karen blinked, momentarily caught off guard by his sincerity. "You… You mean that?"

"Of course," Ezra said, his voice genuine. "You're important to me. If you're not improving, we're not improving. Besides…" His smirk returned, his tone turning teasing again. "I like having you around. It'd be boring without you."

Karen rolled her eyes, but she couldn't hide the faint honest smile tugging at her lips. "Fine. But if you start with the pervy jokes again, I'm throwing you into the nearest lake."

Despite saying that, she looked very flushed, and if he was any guess, slightly disappointed, at how the conversation went.

Ezra smirked, giving her a knowing look. "Deal. Now, let's start with your Houndoom. I've got a few ideas…"

As Karen moved closer, her earlier tension melted away. The banter between them felt easy, comfortable, even as Ezra continued to push her buttons with a sly grin and a teasing remark here and there. Meanwhile, Misty remained laser-focused on her Staryu, her voice ringing out with determination as she continued to train, her Magikarp and Goldeen also in the water with them.

A rustling sound in the nearby bushes caught their attention, interrupting their continued discussion. Both trainers turned as a familiar figure emerged from the underbrush. Brock strode into the clearing, his face an unusual mix of elation and frustration. His dark eyes scanned the group before locking onto Ezra, and a wide grin split his face.

"Ezra!" Brock shouted, his voice carrying across the clearing. Without hesitation, he crossed the remaining distance in long strides. "You absolute bastard!"

Ezra raised an eyebrow, pushing off the tree trunk he was leaning against. "Well, hello to you too," He replied dryly.

Brock didn't stop. He closed the distance in seconds, throwing his arms around Ezra in a sudden, crushing hug that lifted him slightly off the ground. Ezra blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned, while Karen gawked from her perch on the boulder.

Misty, glanced their way, eyes wide, as small dabs of blood appeared under her nostrils, until she hurriedly looked away from the two guys embracing.

"What the - get off me," Ezra grunted, squirming in Brock's grip.

"Thank you!" Brock exclaimed, finally releasing him. "You're a bastard, and thank you!"

Ezra took a moment to adjust his rumpled jacket, giving Brock a wary look. "Yes, I am. And… You're welcome? For what, exactly?"

He was a fantastic person, there could be a lot to thank him for honestly.

"Don't act like you don't know!" Brock exclaimed, his tone hovering between exasperation and awe. "You know what you did. It's amazing and infuriating at the same time! You don't know half the crap you've started!"

Karen rolled her eyes, jumping off the boulder she was sitting on, and crossing her arms as she glared at Brock. "Can you stop talking in circles and just tell us what's going on?"

Brock rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, finally calming down enough to explain. "Ezra sent me a Pokemon, an apparently completely new evolution of the Scyther line, a rock type, called Kleavor."

Karen's jaw dropped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "A completely new evolution of Scyther?" Her tone carried a distinct note of jealousy.

Ezra smirked. "You're welcome, by the way."

Misty, having overheard the exchange, having been paying special attention since the hug, splashed out of the river and rushed over, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's called a Kleavor? What does it look like? What type is it? Can I see it?" She asked in rapid succession.

Ezra was amused that even a bug fearing girl like Misty, liked Scythers enough to want to see its evolution.

Brock laughed, holding up a Pokeball. "Alright, alright, calm down. I'll show you."

With a flick of his wrist, he released the Pokemon. A flash of light materialized into a tall, imposing figure. The Kleavor stood with its massive blade-like arms at its sides, its rocky, chiseled body radiating strength. Its yellow eyes gleamed as it surveyed its surroundings, its stance calm but ready for battle.

Misty let out a delighted squeal, rushing forward to examine the Pokemon, making it squawk, losing its dignified stance. "It's incredible!" She gushed, circling the Kleavor with wide eyes. "Look at those blades! They're like battle-axes! And the texture - oh, is this reinforced stone? This is amazing! A whole new pokemon!"

The Kleavor shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, glancing at Brock as if seeking reassurance. Brock giving it a thumbs up made it sag slightly in defeat.

Karen snorted, never missing a chance to fire a shot at her junior, "What's this, Misty? Are you switching your focus to Rock types now?"

Misty straightened, crossing her arms as she turned her nose up at Karen. "Any true Pokemon lover would appreciate something this unique." She said with some sassy 'tude.

Ezra's smirk widened. "Don't call yourself a Pokemon lover," He said, his voice carrying a teasing edge. "That phrase… Has implications."

Brock's cheeks turned bright red as he looked away awkwardly. Karen burst out laughing, her voice sharp and amused as she mocked Misty, while Misty's face flushed pink.

"Oh, come on," Misty muttered, shooting Ezra a weak glare. "It's not like it's a Gardevoir or something."

Brock sputtered, his eyes widening. "H-How do you even know about that stuff?" He stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

Ezra sent him a side glance, how do you, hmm? Brock? He thought, saving the teasing material for later.

Misty rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows why guys get Gardevoirs."

Brock groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can we not do this right now?" He said, embarrassed.

Both Misty and Karen got equal shark-like grins, smelling blood in the water. Things looked grim for Brock for a moment, until the girls noticed they were sharing an expression, and immediately both dropped it, glancing back and forth to see if the other girl was looking.

Women, Ezra thought with amusement, turning back to Brock, as he asked, "So, you're welcome of course. But why did you sound annoyed about it? People usually don't call me a bastard when I do them a solid."

Brock sighed, his earlier excitement dimming slightly. "My dad's going nuts about it," He admitted. "The moment he saw Kleavor, he started talking about me taking over the gym. That I had something special now. I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility!"

Karen raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with skepticism. "This is the same dad who called you useless not that long ago, right?"

Brock deadpanned at her. "Apparently, I'm useless with a gimmick now. So… Slightly less useless - and eligible for a promotion."

Misty looked disheartened. "Is every gym leader garbage?"

"Yes," Ezra and Karen said simultaneously.

Ezra added with a smirk, "Except for Whitney." Letting out a faux dreamy sigh, just to mess with Karen.

"Why Whitney?" Misty asked, tilting her head curiously, as Karen huffed, "Damn slut." Under her breath.

Ezra's grin widened. "We'll tell you when you're older."

Misty rolled her eyes, reluctantly stepping away from the Kleavor. "Alright, alright. Can we get back to training now? Or is Brock going to keep whining about getting an amazing Pokemon?" She gave the older boy an unimpressed look.

Brock sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, not meeting her eyes.

Ezra chuckled, giving her an appraising look. "If you impress me, maybe you'll get something special too." He hinted at.

Misty's eyes lit up, her determination flaring. Without another word, she turned and sprinted back to the river, diving in with a splash. Her Magikarp flopped eagerly beside her as she cheered it on, her voice carrying across the clearing.

Karen's sharp gaze settled on Ezra, her irritation evident. "Stop giving everyone priceless Pokemon," She snapped.

Ezra glanced at her, reading the jealousy in her tone. "Don't worry," He said smoothly, his smirk softening. "I'm saving something special for you."

Karen's frustration faltered, her cheeks flushing slightly. She opened her mouth to respond but couldn't find the words. Instead, she huffed in embarrassment, stomping off toward the trees.

Brock watched the exchange, his jaw dropping in amazement. "You've got to teach me how you do that," He said, his tone half-admiring, half-exasperated. "Ladies don't blush like that for me!"

Ezra clapped a hand on Brock's shoulder, his expression solemn. "It's simple," He said. "Just imagine what I'd do, and do exactly that. It's foolproof."

He was awesome, of course - be him - was good advice.

Brock laughed, shaking his head. "You're going to get me killed, Ezra."

"Well that would stop your dad's retirement plan, wouldn't it." Ezra said, making Brock look thoughtful.

If Flint pushed Brock too hard… Ezra might have to pay him a visit.

No one messed with his frie-things. No one messed with his things.

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The week passed in a steady rhythm, Ezra, Misty, and Karen had settled into a rigorous training schedule, their days structured around honing their skills and strengthening their teams.

Misty was the first to rise each morning, her enthusiasm undampened by the sore muscles and bruises that came with her newfound intensity. She'd quickly learned that Ezra didn't tolerate half-efforts. His training was brutal but effective, and each day she found herself growing faster, stronger, and more confident in her abilities as she worked out next to her Pokemon. Her Starmie hovered nearby at all times, a silent and graceful sentinel, while her Magikarp thrashed tirelessly in the shallow riverbank, earning her constant words of encouragement.

"Come on, Magikarp! I know you can do this!" Misty cheered, her orange hair tied back in her new signature high ponytail. She waded knee-deep into the water, splashing alongside the Pokemon as if her sheer enthusiasm could will it to succeed. "Push harder! You've got so much more in you!"

Ezra stood nearby, keeping an eye on a few of his own Pokemon, even as he watched Misty's progress with a critical eye, occasionally stepping in with sharp, no-nonsense advice.

"Ease up on the non stop yelling," He said, his tone calm but firm. "Magikarp can't focus if you're too loud, and it also risks your Pokemon growing used to communicating only in shouts. Be clear, not overbearing."

Misty huffed, shooting him a glare, but she softened when she realized he was right, and that she was practically looming over her Pokemon. She crouched lower, speaking gently to her Pokemon instead. "Alright, Magikarp. Let's try again, okay? Start slow, then build up, I trust you."

Karen, meanwhile, had thrown herself into a different kind of training. She often separated from the group, retreating to quieter parts of the forest where she could work with her team without distractions. Her main team - Weavile, Sneasel, Honchkrow, Shiftry, and Houndoom - responded to her commands with a loyalty that bordered on reverence. But there was a heaviness to her movements, a weight in her voice that hadn't been there before.

The loss of one of her Pokemon still hung over her like a shadow, and though she rarely spoke about it, it was clear she was still grieving. She spent hours sitting with her team, not just training but talking to them, reassuring them with quiet words and gentle touches.

"We're still a team," Karen murmured one evening as Ezra overheard it, stroking the sleek fur of her Houndoom. The Pokemon growled softly, its eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "We're still strong. And we're going to get through this, okay? All of us."

Her Honchkrow cawed in agreement, hopping closer to nudge her shoulder with its beak. Karen managed a small smile, her fingers brushing the bird's glossy feathers. "Thanks, guys. I don't say it enough, but… You're all I've got, the family.. I.. You're... I'm not giving up on any of you."

Ezra respected Karen's moments of solitude and chose to not interfere. He understood the need for space, especially when dealing with loss. Instead, he focused on his own training, rotating through the weaker members of his team and giving them personal attention.

His main team were able to practice honing their techniques on their own for the most part, so he could focus on some of the others.

His experiments with merging different techniques, with his aura a great help in pushing the boundaries, was proving hard, but not impossible.

Something he'd have to focus on by himself when he had time, as his lesser strength Pokemon couldn't handle that kind of thing as easily as of yet.

His Mimikyu was the first he worked with, the little ghost's floppy Pikachu disguise looking more worn than ever as it faced off against his Sableye. Ezra had set up a mock battle between the two, forcing them to adapt to each other's strengths and weaknesses as they learned more about how to battle.

Ezra allowed them more leeway then a normal battle, so theyd learn good instincts and figure out on their own what worked and what didn't.

….

"Mimikyu, move faster, don't be predictable!" Ezra commanded, his tone sharp.

Mimikyu's attack darted forward, but Sableye dodged with a quick burst of speed having seen it coming, its gem-like eyes gleaming mischievously as it taunted Mimikyu, who bristled and hefted a wooden hammer angrily.

"Good. Sableye, Fake Out, then follow up with Shadow Claw," Ezra called, seeing how Mimikyu handled being on the defensive.

The battle continued, the two Pokemon darting around the clearing with a surprising agility that kept Ezra on his toes. He alternated between praising their successes and correcting their mistakes, his voice steady and unyielding.

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"Faster, Mimikyu. You've got to close the gap before it can counter. Sableye, stop hesitating on the follow-through. Commit to the attack."

By the end of the session, both Pokemon were visibly exhausted but also visibly improved. Ezra crouched down to pat Mimikyu on the head, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Good work. You're getting there."

One day, his little critter would make dragons fall from the sky.

The next day, it was Poochyena and Houndour's turn. Ezra set up a series of obstacle courses for them, using logs, rocks, and other natural barriers to test their agility and teamwork. And then made them fight while going through them.

"Poochyena, stay low! Use your size to your advantage!" Ezra called as the small Dark type weaved through the course.

"Houndour, faster! You need to keep up with him and anticipate his movements!"

The two Pokemon worked tirelessly, their bond strengthening with each passing day. Ezra made sure to reward their efforts with treats and praise, knowing that building trust was just as important as building strength.

….

By midweek, the clearing they'd claimed for training had become a hub of activity. Misty's Magikarp was no longer the clumsy flopper it had been at the start; it moved with a determination that hinted at the powerhouse it could one day become. Karen's team was sharper and more cohesive, their bond with her stronger than ever. And Ezra's weaker Pokemon had grown more confident, their movements smoother and more precise.

They no longer needed to have their every action micromanaged, which would give them that extra point of a second in battle to intuit what was going to be requested of them.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of gold and crimson, the three trainers gathered around a small campfire, enjoying a break, and a small barbecue meal.

Karen poked at the fire with a stick, her eyes reflecting the flickering light. "This week's been… Good," She admitted, her voice softer than usual. "Needed to sort things… It was good to have a break from the road."

Misty nodded, her face flushed from the day's exertion but glowing with pride. "I've learned so much. Ezra, I didn't realize Pokemon could even do half the things you've shown me." She gushed, admiration clear in her voice, "I thought techniques were what they were, I feel silly now…"

Ezra smirked, leaning back against a log with his arms crossed. "That's because most trainers don't bother to push the limits. They settle for the basics and never think to ask, 'What else is possible?' But there's always more. You just have to work for it, find it, abuse it until you've wrung out every drop of potential."

Karen glanced at him, her lips twitching into a faint smile. "It's so weird seeing you as this… Teacher type, it doesn't match your personality, at all."

Ezra raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Don't get used to it, I'm only doing this for you two."

Misty had to hide her face behind her hands to try and hide the blush she got from being told she was that special.

The three of them fell into a comfortable silence after that, the crackling fire and the soft sounds of their Pokemon settling for the night creating a peaceful backdrop.

It had been a necessary week, Ezra thought, but it was time to move on again.

He had gyms to crush.

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Pewter City outskirts, Ezra's farm.

The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of the farm house's modest dining area. The air was filled with the scent of freshly brewed tea, buttered toast, and scrambled eggs as Ezra leaned back in his chair, casually sipping from his cup. Across the table, Misty was eagerly munching on a plate of pancakes, her orange ponytail bouncing as she animatedly chattered about the training session they had completed the day before. Karen, by contrast, picked at her food with deliberate precision, her eyes sharp as they darted toward Ezra now and then.

She knew him enough to know today was different.

Ezra set his cup down with a soft clink, folding his arms as he surveyed the two women. "We're heading to Lavender Town today," He announced, his tone casual.

Well, not the city itself, because he wouldn't return until he could swoop in as an unassailable winner, but close enough to it. It didn't count as entering the city if he teleported right outside of it, after all.

Misty blinked mid-bite, syrup dripping from her fork. "Lavender Town?" She asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. "What's in Lavender Town?"

Karen raised an eyebrow, her fork poised over her plate, she knew his history with Lavender. "More importantly, why? I thought we were moving toward Celadon next."

Ezra smirked faintly, his red eyes gleaming with purpose. "Change of plans. I've got a business to check on, and I've decided to bring you two along."

He no longer needed to hide as much from Karen, she was halfway his already, and Agatha would soon lose all leverage anyway once he swept the world with his internet domination.

Karen's expression shifted to skepticism as she set her fork down with a soft clatter. "You've got business to take care of? You've never allowed me to be involved before..."

"That's because I didn't want you involved then," Ezra said bluntly, leaning back in his chair. "At the time, Agatha was still a major factor. If you'd spilled anything to her, intentional or not, it would've been a potential problem. But things are different now."

Karen's eyes narrowed, her tone laced with suspicion. "Different how?"

Ezra shrugged, his expression calm. "Let's just say her leverage doesn't carry as much weight anymore. She can't strong-arm me politically soon enough, not with what I'm building."

And he hoped she reported that.

He wouldn't mind Agatha being the one left to worry for once. Even if she began making moves now, he'd debut his trump card before she could win.

And there was always the chance Karen wouldn't report this. It would be interesting to see how far she'd come.

Misty tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What are you building?"

"You'll see," Ezra replied, smirking. "But first, finish your breakfast. We've got a long day ahead."

Karen didn't look entirely convinced, but she didn't press the issue. Misty, on the other hand, wolfed down the rest of her pancakes with renewed enthusiasm, clearly excited about the mysterious business awaiting them in Lavender Town.

…

The outskirts of Lavender Town were quiet, as the three of them materialized in a shimmer of energy as Misty's Starmie completed the teleportation. Misty stumbled slightly, still getting used to the disorienting sensation, but Ezra and Karen landed with practiced ease.

Ezra lead them into Lavenders forest and around the city, eventually arriving at his target.

Ahead of them loomed the facility, a sprawling complex surrounded by high fences and security checkpoints, with guards patrolling the perimeter and a few researchers milling about near the entrance looking to be let in.

As they approached the gate, two uniformed guards stepped forward, their expressions stern. One was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a no-nonsense demeanor, while the other was a shorter woman whose sharp eyes scanned the group with suspicion.

Each had two Pokemon out already, and although they obviously recognized him, they were still cautious because of his guests.

He didn't mind that paranoia at all, good for them.

"Mr. Kassian," The male guard greeted, his voice gruff. "We weren't expecting you today."

"Change of plans," Ezra said smoothly. "These two are with me. Add their names to the approved list."

The approved list was still only for people coming with him, they wouldn't be able to get in on their own.

The female guard frowned, her hand resting on the clipboard she carried. "We'll need to verify their trainer IDs and conduct a search before letting them in." She warned, "Full body, we'll skip the cavity search as they are your guests, sir.

Karen's eyes flashed with irritation as she crossed her arms. "Excuse me? A search?" She grit out, almost grasping for a pokeball when the woman mentioned a cavity search.

Ezra raised a hand, his expression amused. "That won't be necessary."

The male guard hesitated, glancing at his companion. "Standard protocol, sir. Anyone not on the list before now, requires a full check."

"They're with me," Ezra said, his voice cutting through the tension sharply. "Just take down their trainer IDs and add them to the database. That's all the verification you need."

He appreciated them pushing, meant they were doing their jobs, but he was here, so there was no risk.

The guards exchanged a glance before reluctantly nodding. The woman pulled out a handheld scanner and approached Karen and Misty, who both held out their trainer IDs with varying degrees of annoyance.

"This is ridiculous," Karen muttered as the scanner beeped softly, logging her information. "Cavity search, I'll show you a cavity search with my fucking fist…" She glared at the female guard.

The guard only raised a cool eyebrow, "As an employee, I can not accept offers of sexual favors."

Ezra had to hide his expression as Karen gaped at the woman, not expecting that comeback, the girl absolutely lost for words.

Ezra would have to give her a raise, bullying Karen so expertly was definitely worthy of one.

Misty, meanwhile, looked more curious than irritated. "Is security always this tight here?"

"It's necessary," Ezra replied. "Better to be over-prepared than under."

Once the guards finished their checks and the gates creaked open, Ezra gestured for the girls to follow. "Let's go."

…

Inside the facility, the atmosphere was a mix of calm professionalism and controlled chaos. Researchers in white coats moved between labs and enclosures, their focus divided between jotting down notes, monitoring screens, and tending to Pokemon. The sound of typing, chirping, and splashing filled the air, creating an underlying hum of activity that was oddly soothing.

Their first stop was a smaller building near the main complex, where a researcher was waiting with a clipboard. Ezra took a moment to unload his backpack, untying Meowth. The Pokemon had an expression that was a mix of irritation and boredom, as he was plopped down in front of the researcher.

Most of his days had been spent locked either in a room, or carted around in Ezra's backpack, so to say Meowth was bored, was likely an understatement.

Ezra wasted no time. "This is Meowth," He said, gesturing to the Pokemon. "He's... Unique. He talks, he's got a bad attitude, but he's useful. Your job is to keep him here, use him for research, and have him communicate with the Pokemon for us."

The researcher nodded, though he looked slightly wary, and skeptical. "Understood, Mr. Kassian. Anything else?"

"Yes," Ezra said, his tone sharp. "Don't let him leave. Give him whatever he wants - within reason. He's a possible flight risk."

Meowth folded his arms, his tail swishing irritably. "I ain't some lab rat, boss."

The researcher openly gaped at Meowth, dropping his clipboard, having obviously not believed Ezra.

Ezra crouched down, his red eyes gleaming with amusement as he met Meowth's eyes. "You're not. But you're not walking out of here either. Do your job, and you'll be taken care of."

Meowth huffed, clearly unconvinced. "Yeah? Like what?"

Ezra's smirk widened. "All the pussy you want, day and night, they can arrange it."

Meowth's ears perked up, and his attitude shifted instantly. "Well, why didn't ya say so? Happy to be here, boss! Where're the ladies at?" His eyes flickering back and forth, like he could expect to see his harem right this moment.

Karen groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose, while Misty just stared, her expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. Ezra hadn't exactly shared much of this with Misty, so he was sure the girl was very confused right now.

She hadn't even glomped Meowth.

Ezra stood, addressing the researcher again. "You heard him. Make it happen."

"Yes, sir," the researcher said, looking faintly horrified as he jotted down a note.

Apparently pimp hadn't been quite the career advancement he'd wanted.

…

The next stop was the facility's crowning jewel - a massive artificial river system that stretched across several acres. The water sparkled under the sunlight, and the sleek forms of his big money-making Milotics glided gracefully beneath the surface. Their expensive scales shimmered like a rainbow, refracting light in every direction. Some lounged near the banks, their elegant tails curling lazily, while others swam in synchronized patterns, their movements mesmerizing as they performed a dance for their visitors.

Misty's jaw dropped as she rushed forward, her eyes wide with awe. "Milotic! Real Milotic! They're even more beautiful in person! And so many!? I've never heard of these many together!"

Ezra smirked, watching her reaction with mild amusement. "They're here for two reasons really - breeding more of them for sale, and the Prism Scales they drop. Both are very profitable for me."

Misty turned to him, her expression pleading. "Can I... Can I get closer?" Completely disregarding anything else he'd said as non-essential.

"Go ahead," Ezra said with a nod, having no issue with it. They weren't territorial.

Without hesitation, Misty kicked off her shoes and waded into the river, laughing as the Milotic approached her curiously. Their gentle eyes and soft nudges made her giggle as she stroked their smooth scales.

Karen stood back as she watched the scene unfold. "You're being too generous, even for your ploys." She said, her voice skeptical. "What's your angle here?"

Ezra smirked, his red eyes gleaming. "Within a week, I've got her ready to agree to anything I say. This isn't generosity - it's an investment."

Karen made a noncommittal sound, her expression skeptical.

Ezra's smirk deepened as he turned to her. "Speaking of investments, want to see where the Dark types hang out?"

Karen tried to hide her eagerness, her tone casual. "Whatever. I guess if we have the time."

Ezra chuckled, gesturing for her to follow. "Come on, then. Let's see if we can find you something."

He'd still have to look for something truly special, but still… Perhaps a gift of a new Pokemon could help heal her after her loss.

He wasn't good with that shit, so this would have to do.

Karen glanced at Misty, who was still splashing happily with the Milotic, before falling into step beside Ezra. She tried to maintain her usual aloof demeanor, but there was a flicker of excitement in her eyes that she couldn't quite hide.

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The dark Pokemon area of Ezra's facility was tucked away in the farthest corner, surrounded by dense trees and shadows that seemed to stretch longer than anywhere else on the property. The air was cooler here, carrying a faint hint of damp earth and moss. The sun's rays barely penetrated the canopy above, creating an atmosphere that was both eerie and strangely serene.

Karen followed Ezra through the winding paths, her eyes scanning the area with a mix of curiosity and excitement she tried desperately to suppress. Workers in plain uniforms moved through the area with quiet efficiency, feeding and tending to the Pokemon housed here. A pair of Poochyena snarled playfully at each other over a bone while a Sableye perched on a low branch, its gem-like eyes glinting as it watched them pass.

"This section's smaller than the others," Ezra explained as they walked. "Dark types aren't as profitable as Milotic, Eeeves, or some of the rare breeds we work with. Not as much demand for them outside specific trainers."

Really, they mostly had this space because of how easy it was for Ezra to catch and domesticate dark types.

Karen smirked faintly, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. "Guess that makes us a special breed too."

Ezra glanced at her, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You could say that."

He of course was a breed unmatched by anyone else - even his freaky looks apparently a hit - once he got out of Lavender and their misconceptions.

A sneasel darted across the path ahead of them, its sharp claws glinting as it disappeared into the underbrush chasing a laser pointer's ever elusive dot. A worker nearby chuckled softly as he watched the Pokemon's antics, nodding politely to Ezra and Karen as they passed.

"Most of the Pokemon here are ones we're raising for future trainers to buy once a dark craze takes off," Ezra continued, knowing once he became famous, trainers would want to copy him, they had a ghost section for the same reason. "Some have been abandoned because of their nature. Others because they didn't meet the expectations of their previous owners - and we took them on for free."

It was pure profit really, with his aura, he didn't need long around them to soothe them back down to a point where they'd be re-salable.

Karen's gaze softened as she looked around, her sharp demeanor giving way to something more thoughtful. "Idiots," She muttered. "Dark types are some of the most fiercely loyal partners you can have, if you can handle them right."

Ezra nodded, his expression briefly unreadable. "Not everyone sees it that way." Thank Arceus for that, more money for me.

As they turned a corner, a small black-and-red shape darted out from behind a bush. Karen froze as the creature stepped into the path, its large blue eyes glinting with curiosity. It was a Zorua, its sleek fur catching the faint light that filtered through the trees. The fox-like Pokemon tilted its head, studying Karen with a mischievous gleam in its eyes.

Karen stared, her usual composure slipping for just a moment. "A Zorua," She said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The Zorua let out a playful bark and took a step closer, its bushy tail swishing behind it. Karen knelt down instinctively, her hands resting on her knees as she met the Pokemon's gaze. "Hey there," She said, her tone unusually gentle. "What's your deal, huh?"

Usually dark Pokemon weren't this nice. But well… Ezra did good work…

The Zorua padded closer, its nose twitching as it sniffed the air around her. Karen held out a hand, and the Pokemon hesitated for a moment before nuzzling against her palm. Its fur was soft and warm, and Karen couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

"You've got a fan," Ezra remarked, his tone amused as he watched the interaction. Seems we have a winner, he thought.

Karen scoffed lightly, though her fingers continued to stroke the Zorua's fur. "It's just curious," She said, trying to sound indifferent. "They're naturally mischievous, after all."

The Zorua let out a small yip and jumped into Karen's lap, causing her to let out a startled laugh. It curled up against her, its tail flicking contentedly as it settled into her arms. Karen's face turned slightly pink as she glanced up at Ezra, who was smirking knowingly.

"Mischievous, huh?" He teased, "We could use someone else around to mess with you, true."

Karen rolled her eyes, though the smile on her face betrayed her. "Shut up."

For the next few minutes, Karen remained seated on the path, the Zorua happily nestled in her lap. She asked it soft questions, her voice low and soothing, and the Pokemon responded with happy chirps and nuzzles. Ezra stood back, arms crossed, observing the rare sight of Karen completely dropping her guard.

Finally, he stepped forward, his voice cutting through the quiet moment. "You want it?" He asked, his tone straightforward.

Karen looked up at him, her silvery blue eyes wide. "What?"

Ezra gestured to the Zorua, which was now batting at the edge of Karen's jacket with its tiny paws. "Do you want it? It's pretty clear it's already chosen you."

He hadn't even had to cheat and nudge it with his aura, it had sought her out on its own volition.

Karen opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. She looked down at the Zorua, then back up at Ezra, her expression unusually soft. Instead of answering, she simply wrapped her arms around the Pokemon, holding it close.

Ezra smirked, turning and calling over one of the nearby workers. A young man jogged over, clipboard in hand, looking attentive. "Yes, sir?"

"Find whoever's in charge of this section," Ezra instructed. "I want this Zorua transferred to her." He gestured to Karen, who was still cradling the Pokemon like it was the most precious thing in the world.

The worker nodded, scribbling a note on his clipboard. "Understood. I'll take care of it."

Karen didn't say a word throughout the entire exchange, her attention entirely focused on the Zorua. Even as the worker left to make the arrangements, she remained silent, her fingers gently tracing the Pokemon's fur.

When they began walking back toward the main complex, Karen cradled the Zorua in her arms, its small body nestled against her chest. It let out soft, contented noises, clearly comfortable in its new place.

As they approached the path leading back to the river, Karen finally spoke, her voice barely audible. "Thank you."

Ezra glanced at her, a faint smirk on his lips. "Anytime, for you," He said simply.

Before Karen could respond, Ezra draped an arm around her shoulder, giving her a light squeeze. She didn't shrug him off, nor did she make a snarky comment. Instead, she let out a soft sigh, her gaze fixed on the Zorua in her arms.

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The next day, Celadon City, Kanto.

The city of Celadon sprawled before them as they teleported in, a harmonious blend of modern architecture and natural beauty. The air smelled faintly of blooming flowers and fresh rain, though the sky above was clear.

Towering buildings made of sleek glass and steel reflected the sunlight, yet they were softened by an abundance of greenery. Trees lined every street, their branches arching overhead to create a leafy canopy. Colorful flowerbeds bordered the sidewalks, and fountains bubbled in almost every square. Parks dotted the urban landscape, their open fields filled with picnicking families and trainers sparring under the shade of sprawling oaks.

Ezra paused at the entrance of one such park, his eyes scanning the scene. Children ran laughing through the grass, a couple of Butterfree flitting playfully around them, obviously belonging to the parents. Trainers rested on benches, their Pokemon lying at their feet. A Snivy sunned itself lazily on a rock near a sparkling fountain, while a Roserade gracefully watered a flowerbed nearby.

"It's a bit too sunny and cheerful. It's just too much." Karen muttered as she glanced around.

Ezra gave her a side eye, thinking, just because we dress dark and edgy doesn't mean we're goths, Karen, some sunshine and flowers won't kill you…

Misty, however, was practically glowing with excitement. "It's gorgeous!" She spun in a circle, taking in the lush surroundings. "It's like the city is alive. I've never seen anything like it! I barely ever left Cerulean, and my parents didn't take me here!"

Karen smirked. "Figures you'd love it. All these fountains probably make you feel right at home."

Misty stuck her tongue out at her, but the teasing didn't dim her enthusiasm. "Oh, come on, Karen! Look at that fountain and say it isn't awesome!" She pointed to a large circular fountain in the middle of the plaza, its crystalline water spraying in intricate patterns from the Venusaur statue that was its focal point.

Ezra said nothing, his gaze shifting from the fountain to the looming Celadon Gym in the distance. It was a structure unlike any other gym he'd visited so far, a sprawling, multi-leveled building that looked more like a living forest than a modern facility. Vines climbed its wooden frame, and trees grew straight through the roof, their branches spreading wide to form a natural canopy. Moss covered parts of the walls, giving it a very unique appearance.

Apparently the Grass Pokemon gym took its typing very seriously.

"We're here," Ezra said, his tone clipped as he started toward the gym. As always, beginning to slip into a more focused mindset with the prospect of battle ahead.

Karen and Misty followed, Misty still marveling at the scenery while Karen remained more reserved, though she occasionally cast curious glances at some of the Pokemon they passed. Celadon's citizens apparently followed in its gym's wake, as there were a lot of grass Pokemon around.

As they approached the gym, the earthy smell of soil and flowers grew stronger, mingling with a faint sweetness that seemed to permeate the air. The entrance was framed by two massive trees, their roots intertwining to form an archway. A pair of Gloom rested beneath them, their sleepy expressions giving them a comical air as their positioning almost made them out to be guards for the gym.

Inside, the gym was even more breathtaking, if too much nature in one place, for him personally. The entire structure seemed to have been built around nature rather than over it.

Paths of polished wood wound through dense gardens of flowering plants and tall grasses. A small stream ran through the center, its clear waters home to a variety of aquatic Pokemon. Butterfrees and Beautifly floated lazily above, their wings shimmering in the filtered sunlight that streamed through gaps in the leafy ceiling.

"Wow," Misty breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the scene. "It's like stepping into another world."

Karen crossed her arms, glancing around with an air of mild approval. "At least it's not some boring, industrial mess, but it's too far in the other direction."

Ezra ignored their commentary, heading toward the reception desk near the entrance. A young woman with a friendly smile greeted them, her uniform adorned with a badge that bore the gym's leafy insignia.

"Welcome to the Celadon Gym," She said warmly. "Are you here for a standard challenge, or something more advanced?" She asked, eying him and Karen with a practiced professional eye.

After Cerulean, this kind of evaluation and professionalism gave Ezra some relief.

"Star Challenge," Ezra replied, placing his trainer ID on the counter. He was glad they weren't kicking him out for being a dude, like in the Anime.

But then again, that part of the Anime had been fairly retarded to begin with, no way the League would have allowed Erika to only let girls challenge her gym. Even if an all girl lesbian gym sounded like something fun to spectate…

Karen could have been his sacrifice. She did get that kiss from Whitney and had liked it more than she wanted to admit…

The receptionist's eyebrows rose slightly, but she quickly nodded and began typing on her computer. "Of course. Star Challenges do require some additional scheduling, as Gym Leader Erika is currently booked with other challengers during our regular time slots. Let me check her availability for a switch."

Misty and Karen exchanged glances as the woman worked, her fingers flying over the keyboard. After a few moments, she looked up with an apologetic smile.

"The earliest available slot for a Star Challenge is in three days, with some switching around," She said. "I hope that won't be an inconvenience."

Ezra's lips thinned, but he gave a curt nod. "Three days is fine."

The receptionist printed out a confirmation slip and handed it to him. "Thank you for your understanding, and best of luck in your challenge."

Karen raised an eyebrow as they stepped outside, the warm sunlight greeting them once again. "I'm surprised you didn't throw a fit," She remarked, her tone dry. "I'd have bet money on you demanding they bump someone else off the schedule."

Ezra shot her a sharp glare. "I'm not a child."

Karen gave him an unimpressed look. "Could've fooled me."

Before Ezra could retort, Misty burst into giggles, trying to stifle them behind her hand. Ezra's glare shifted to her, but the amusement in her eyes only deepened.

"I was going to take you out for dinner," Ezra said haughtily, his tone carrying an exaggerated air of wounded pride.

Karen blinked, startled. "Wait, what?"

Ezra ignored her, turning to Misty with a faint smirk. "Misty, do you want to go for dinner?"

Misty's face lit up with excitement, but a quick glance at Karen made her hesitate, her face going white. She stammered for a moment before forcing a smile. "Uh, actually, I think I'll check out the mall instead! I hear Celadon has a great department store."

Karen's eyes narrowed as she grabbed Ezra's arm, her grip firm. "So where are we going?"

Ezra turned his smirk on her, clearly enjoying the moment. "Somewhere nice, I suppose, seeing as you've changed your mind."

Karen rolled her eyes but didn't let go of his arm. Misty watched them go, a mixture of amusement and disappointment flickering across her face before she turned toward the mall with a sigh.

As they walked down the sun-dappled streets, the atmosphere between Ezra and Karen shifted into something more playful, her earlier skepticism replaced by a begrudging curiosity about what he had planned.

Ezra glanced at her, his smirk still in place. "What? Expecting me to pull out all the stops?"

Karen snorted. "I'm expecting you to try and annoy me. You always do."

Ezra chuckled, his tone teasing. "That's just my way of showing I care."

Karen rolled her eyes again, but the faintest hint of a smile tugged at her lips as they continued toward the restaurant Ezra had in mind. For now, the teasing and banter were enough to keep the mood light, the tension of the gym challenge and their journey temporarily forgotten amidst the charm of Celadon City.

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The restaurant was nothing short of spectacular, nestled in the heart of Celadon City's lush landscape. From the outside, its design merged seamlessly with the surrounding greenery, its walls made of dark wood adorned with crawling ivy and blooming flowers. Lanterns shaped like glowing Cherrim hung along the entrance, casting a warm light over the cobblestone pathway. A water feature at the entrance trickled softly, surrounded by a variety of aquatic Pokemon sculptures in a clear pond.

Inside, the warmth continued with a color palette of deep greens, soft golds, and earthy browns. The ceiling arched high above, a latticework of wooden beams intertwined with real vines and flowers. Warm light from floating orbs resembling Chandelure flames bathed the room in a soft glow. Tables were arranged in cozy alcoves separated by tall, potted plants, offering privacy without sacrificing the restaurant's open, natural ambiance.

Karen paused just inside the doorway, her sharp eyes taking in the scene. "It's packed," She muttered, glancing at the full tables, each occupied by patrons dressed in their finest - unlike them, in their regular wear. The murmur of pleasant conversation filled the air, punctuated by the occasional clink of fine china and crystal glasses.

Ezra stood beside her, his gaze sweeping the restaurant with practiced indifference. He smirked slightly, noting the glint of doubt in Karen's eyes. "Don't worry about it," He said, his tone casual.

Places like this all worked the same way.

Karen gave him a dark look. "Don't do it," She warned, her voice low but firm.

Silly Karen, it's like she forgot who she was talking to.

Ezra turned his eyes to her, his smirk growing. "Don't pretend you care about these people, Karen. It's alright to want something, once in a while." Without waiting for a response, he stepped forward, approaching the impeccably dressed maître d' at the podium.

The man glanced up from his reservations list, his polite smile fading slightly as he took in Ezra's casual confidence - and his casual dress. "Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?"

"No," Ezra said easily, leaning in slightly to murmur something under his breath. The maître d's eyes widened briefly, his expression flickering between surprise and calculation. Ezra reached into his pocket, producing a neatly folded stack of bills that he discreetly slipped into the man's hand.

Rich place or not, a few months' salary at once would get even a snob to move his ass.

The maître d' straightened, his professional demeanor returning instantly. "Of course, sir. Right this way."

Karen watched the interaction with a mix of amusement and exasperation. As Ezra returned to her side, she muttered, "You're such an ass."

"And yet here we are," Ezra replied smoothly, his smirk intact. Karen rolled her eyes but followed him as the maître d' led them through the restaurant.

They were escorted to one of the best tables in the house, situated near a large window that overlooked a beautifully landscaped garden illuminated by soft fairylike lights. The table, adorned with a pristine white tablecloth and a centerpiece of fresh flowers, seemed to radiate exclusivity.

It also, by the curious looks from onlookers, had been cleared in under two minutes - he wondered who had been moved away?

Not enough to look around for the angry faces, because he didn't actually care.

"This table just magically became available, huh?" Karen asked, her tone dry as she slid into her seat.

Ezra chuckled, settling across from her. "Magic has its price."

Their server appeared almost instantly, a young woman with a warm smile and a uniform adorned with nature-inspired accents. She handed them menus printed on golden embossed paper, each item described in elegant script. "Welcome to the Golden Rose," She said, her voice soft and soothing. "Please take your time. Can I start you off with a wine pairing?"

Also when you dropped a load of dosh, people didn't care to check ID.

Karen raised an eyebrow at Ezra, but he nodded smoothly. "Something red," He said, having absolutely no idea what was good or not. "Surprise us."

The server bowed slightly before disappearing, leaving them in the cozy privacy of their table. Karen glanced around, noting the envious looks they were getting from a few nearby patrons. "You love making people hate you, don't you?"

Ezra shrugged, picking up his menu. "They can hate me all they want. Doesn't change the fact that we're here, and they're not."

He met her eyes and smirked confidently, "Winning is what matters."

Karen sighed, shaking her head, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her amusement. "Your confidence is exhausting sometimes."

Ezra smirked. "You like it. In small doses."

Karen snorted softly. "Maybe."

Their server returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, pouring with precision before retreating once again seeing that they hadn't perused the menu yet. Karen took a sip, raising an eyebrow in approval. "Okay, I'll give you this one. It's good."

"I don't settle for less," Ezra replied, leaning back in his chair. "Neither should you."

Karen hesitated, her gaze flickering to her glass before meeting his. "Easier said than done."

Ezra's expression softened slightly, though the intensity in his red eyes didn't waver. "You're cut from the same cloth, Karen. You've just been taught not to reach for what you want because someone would smack you down if you tried."

Karen looked away, her grip tightening on her glass. "And you're saying I should just… What? Ignore that?"

"Stick with me," Ezra said simply. "No one's ever going to smack you down again."

Karen bit her lip, her cheeks faintly pink as she tried to focus on her plate. "Stop saying stuff like that. It's embarrassing."

"No," Ezra said plainly, his tone unyielding. "I'll say what I want, and I'll do what I want. Someone stronger might delay me for a moment, but in the end, I'll get what I'm due. That's how I'm going to live my life. And if I die, at least I didn't die on my knees."

Karen stared at him, her expression caught between admiration and disbelief. His words resonated with something deep inside her, stirring thoughts she wasn't quite ready to voice. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting nervously over her lips, but before she could speak, Ezra's gaze sharpened, his attention fixed on a table across the room.

"Is that... Giovanni?" He asked, his voice low.

Karen blinked, following his gaze. At a nearby table, a tall, imposing man with slicked-back black hair and a tailored suit was pulling out a chair for his companion. His every movement was deliberate, his expression calm yet calculating. The woman was dressed in a flowing kimono that highlighted her modest curves, and was undeniably cute - in the girl next door manner - her short brown hair was held back with a green headband with a figurine of a Bulbasaur stuck through it with a pin. Her perpetually sleepy expression gave her an air of gentle disinterest, but her soft smile as she spoke to Giovanni suggested she was enjoying his company.

Karen's lips twisted into a wry smile. "Yeah. And that's Erika."

Ezra frowned, his eyes narrowing as he studied the pair. The easy body language between them was unmistakable - too familiar, too comfortable. Surely not, he thought.

She was young enough to be his daughter! Hells, possibly granddaughter.

"Erika," He said slowly. "The Celadon Gym Leader, meeting with Giovanni." The leader of Team Rocket…

It could be innocent, he was a gym leader, but Team Rocket also had a large base in this city, didn't they?

Karen nodded, seeming almost relieved to have a change of subject, as she reached for her wine. "Yep. That Erika."

Ezra's gaze lingered on the pair for a moment longer. Erika's voice was soft, her mannerisms graceful yet understated. She seemed entirely at ease, chatting with Giovanni as if they were old friends - or something more.

Ezra leaned back in his chair, his mind whirring with possibilities as he considered the implications. Whatever this was, it bore watching.

Karen raised an eyebrow, watching him closely. "You look like you're plotting something."

Ezra's smirk returned, though his eyes remained fixed on Erika and Giovanni. "Always."

Karen shook her head, taking another sip of her wine. "Giovanni would break you without even trying."

Ezra didn't respond, his thoughts already drifting to how this unexpected connection might play into his plans. If Erika was on friendly terms with Giovanni, it could complicate things - especially if he was still on their target list.

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Later that night, Celadon Pokemon Center.

The room was quiet, bathed in the soft light of a bedside lamp. Ezra sat cross-legged on the floor, his back resting against the foot of the bed. His sharp eyes were focused on the small object before him: a slightly speckled Pokemon egg resting on a plush nest of dark cloth. The egg had been with him since the battle tower tournament when he'd first battled Karen. But for weeks now, it had done little more than sit there, seemingly lifeless.

Ezra frowned faintly, a trace of self-awareness flickering in his expression. Perhaps his treatment of the egg wasn't exactly kind and had ended the Pokemon inside. For as long as it had been in his possession, he'd been soaking it in his dark aura. Experimenting. Seeing if the ambient influence of his own unique power would have any effect on the creature inside.

"Maybe it was a bit cruel," He muttered to himself, his voice soft in the quiet room. "But what's cruelty if it leads to discovery and profit?"

And more importantly, victory and power…

It wasn't so different from making an omelet, he reasoned. People didn't stop to think about what might have been inside the egg and would have eventually been born - if not for their want to consume it - before they cracked it into a frying pan. This was just... A longer process. And far more interesting.

The room was filled with his Pokemon, each of them settled around him in varying states of relaxation, just enjoying all being out with him.

Ezra's fingers drummed idly on his knee as he stared at the egg. By now, he'd almost convinced himself that nothing would come of this. The Pokemon inside was probably dead, unable to survive the unusual conditions he'd subjected it to. But that was fine, too. The experiment wasn't about ensuring the creature's survival necessarily- although it would have been a better outcome - it was about seeing what would happen.

A sudden crackling sound snapped him out of his thoughts.

His head jerked up, eyes narrowing as he focused on the egg. A faint crack had appeared on its surface, thin as a hairline and almost unnoticeable. For a moment, he thought he might have imagined it, but then the egg shifted ever so slightly.

"Well," He murmured, leaning forward with interest. "This is unexpected."

And convenient. Almost too convenient. Was someone pushing things along again?

The atmosphere in the room changed immediately. His Pokemon, sensing the shift, turned their attention to the egg. Loki drifted closer, his ragged grin stretching wider. Cheshire leaned over the edge of the bed, glowing eyes fixed on the egg. Rider jumped into his lap, to get the best look, and the best seat, Ezra patting his head.

The rest of his Pokemon give them space, not as curious, Akuma just scoffing at his place guarding the door.

Ezra's mind was whirling. What a fortuitous turn of events for the egg to hatch now, when he was alone and safe from prying eyes. Whatever was inside, he'd have the time to assess it properly without immediate questions.

Another crack appeared, this one more pronounced, splintering across the egg's surface like a tiny lightning bolt. The shell wobbled, faint scratching sounds coming from within. His Pokemon watched with bated breath, their movements stilled as the egg gave another small jolt.

Finally, a tiny piece of shell broke away, revealing a patch of black fur beneath. Ezra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Most Pokemon eggs had a predictable color scheme to their shells, often hinting at the creature inside. But black fur wasn't something he'd expected.

More of the shell began to fall away, and Ezra's intrigue deepened. The Pokemon inside struggled, its small body pushing against the confines of the egg until it finally burst free, landing in the soft cloth with a tiny, triumphant yip.

It was a Vulpix - or at least, something very close to one. Its fur was jet black, a deep, glossy shade that seemed to drink in the light. The only hint of its typical coloring was a patch of orange-red on its forehead in a diamond shape, and the fiery tips of its six tails. Its bright amber eyes blinked up at Ezra, curious and unafraid.

Ezra's grin turned predatory, an eager glint sparking in his eyes. "Well, aren't you very interesting," He murmured, leaning closer to the small creature, reaching out with his aura and feeding it darkness.

The Vulpix tilted its head, its tails wagging slightly. It let out another small yip, its voice high-pitched but oddly soft, as it clambered out of the cloth nest and onto his lap finding the space next to Rider. Ezra watched it carefully, noting the way it moved with surprising confidence for something that had just hatched.

"This changes things," He said softly, his gaze never leaving the Vulpix.

He was almost certain this wasn't a normal Fire-type. The coloration alone suggested something unique, but it was more than that. The way it responded to his presence, and the subtle aura it exuded - all of it pointed to one conclusion.

A Dark/Fire type.

One he created!

Ezra chuckled to himself, his mind racing with possibilities. The implications of this discovery were staggering. If this Vulpix truly was a new type combination, it could open doors he hadn't even considered before. This one Pokemon could change everything. And wasn't that just delightful?

The Vulpix, seemingly oblivious to the weight of its own existence, nuzzled against Ezra's leg. Its small body radiated warmth, but there was an undercurrent of something darker - an edge that hinted at its unique nature. It was soothed by the dark aura that had surrounded it since its conception, comforted by the very force that might have destroyed it.

Ezra reached down, running his fingers gently over its fur. The texture was soft, almost silky, and the Vulpix leaned into his touch with a contented sigh.

"Oh yes," He murmured, his voice low and almost reverent. "This could change a lot of things."

He could already imagine the look on Professor Oak's face if he ever found out about this. The man would likely have a coronary at the thought of Ezra deliberately influencing a Pokemon's development in this way and the amount of different Pokemon he could create. But that was fine. Ezra had no intention of handing this discovery over to anyone - not yet, anyway. This Vulpix was his secret, his project.

Not even his business needed to know he could do this. Not yet. Not until he had his safety net.

The Vulpix let out another happy yip, curling up in his lap and resting its head on his knee. Ezra allowed himself a small, genuine smile as he watched it, his fingers idly stroking its fur.

"Well, little one," He said softly, his tone almost full of greed. "You've just earned yourself a place in the history books. Let's see what you're capable of."

The Vulpix yawned, its tiny mouth stretching wide before it settled deeper into his lap. Ezra leaned back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he considered the possibilities.

In the quiet of the room, surrounded by his loyal Pokemon, Ezra felt a flicker of excitement. The future had just become a lot more interesting.

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