#wanted to stretch my gijinka muscles

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Pokemon Shield Team humans ,,,

Was thinking of my old team and I wanted to doodle them fnjgnjhnjh

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Chapter 1: First Day of High School, Oh Boy...

♡Patrick♡

“Aren’t you excited Pat!! Tomorrow’s your first day of high school!!” My older sister Lynn exclaimed as we sat at the dinner table.

“Says the person who’s going into her junior year of high school,” I grumble stabbing a meatball.

“Don’t be rude Patrick,” Dad sighs with a disappointing frown on his lips.

“You shouldn’t be so down on yourself. It’s a new school and you’ll meet people and make friends!” Mom smiles sweetly at me.

“If Pat would smile then he would have friends,” Lana, my little sister snickered.

“Lana,” mom hissed at my little sister and I glared at her.

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to her because she doesn’t have to go through what I do. I’m not special or anything, just your typical purloin gijinka that’s a middle child of three, the only boy out of the three, and oh yeah, my dad was a part of the Italian mafia and then moved here to be a part of the Unova mafia. My dad didn’t pressure my sisters to follow in his footsteps because they never showed much interest in it. Me on the other hand, showed a lot of potential to be able to do both of my parent's past professions before they found each other and settled down. So, my father puts me through training every day.

“I just have a hard time with people alright,” I mumble setting my fork down and stand up. “Può essere scusato pre favore?”

“Yes,” Dad says and I walk away from the table.

“Grazie,” I go up to my room and sit down at my desk and look out the window.

Someone knocks on my door and my ears flick, “It’s open,” I don’t bother looking to see who it is.

“Hey honey,” Mom says as I hear my door click shut, “You okay?”

“I know, I’m running late for training with dad. I’ll get dressed and head down to the basement,” I stand up.

“Your father can wait and if not he has me to deal with. I want to know if you’re okay,” I can’t look at her as I go over to my dresser and pull out one of my under armor long sleeve shirts and pulling off my t-shirt.

“I guess,” I mumble, “I just wish Lana wasn’t such a brat.”

“She doesn’t understand love.”

“I know she doesn’t,” I sigh and take off my jeans and change into leggings in front of mom. “She’s practically wrapped up in her own little world ninety percent of the time and it just irks me that she doesn’t seem to give an ounce of wanting to at least acknowledge what’s going on in our family history and that it’s important that at least one of us carries on the skills.”

“You know what,” I look at mom as I put a head band in my hair to hold back my bangs.

“Hm?”

“I want you to join a club at the school. And don’t join the writers club that your older sister runs got it?” I stare at mom and slowly blink at her. My ears droop and shoulders slump. “And yes, you have to.” She says before I can even open my mouth to ask, “I think it’ll be good for you to get to know new people and do something that you think is a lot of fun.”

“Fiiiinnnneeee,” I groan and she comes over to me and kisses my forehead.

“Good, now hop to it, you can’t keep your father waiting all day~” Mom smiles sweetly at me and pushes me towards the door. I walk out of my room with mom right behind me. She follows me down the stairs, “Oh, I put your dinner in the microwave for you to finish after training. I’m sure you’ll be hungry considering you didn’t eat much.”

“Thanks, mom,” I smile a little.

“Eww, gross, put some clothes on Pat,” Lana scoffed as she walked past me and mom.

“Mooooooom,” I look at her with a looking begging her to let me put her in her place.

Mom sighs and shakes her head, “I’ll have a talk with her, go.” I open the door to the basement and head down. Our basement looks like any normal man cave type of thing that anyone’s dad would have that collects their hobbies and dads is knives. There are different types of blades everywhere. Then there’s a TV and a futon down here as well. But after getting off the stairs if you swing around and go to the door that is right under the stairs, it’s not a closet like one would think. It opens to another set of stairs that goes down further and this is where I train with dad. It’s a room that’s the same size as the house if the first floor had no walls breaking it into the master bedroom, kitchen, living room, and dining room. The ceiling to the giant room was ten feet so plenty of room to be able to work and make obstacle courses with. Dad has a new one each week it seems because he only gives me about a week to learn and master a course. It’s the same stuff just set up differently each week and then one day of the six days of training is where I’m here with mom and I’m learning lock picking. Then every Sunday I get to do nothing all day unless I have school work.

This week though, he doesn’t have anything set up. This week has been a complete sparing week with him. Sparing matching with dad happen once a month, “You’re late.”

“I know,” I mumble, “I’m sorry.”

“Se tua mader non ha un colloquio serio con Lana, lo faro,” Dad spoke in mostly Italian to me while we were down here. Considering it’s his native tongue it makes sense.

“Grazie…” I look down at my feet, “I know, but she never wants to listen to me.”

My dad put a hand on my head and rubs my head between my ears as I look up at him, “She will learn to respect others.”

I nod and don’t say another word. Dad explains to me when the type of sparring we were going to be doing and then we got down to it. We went against each other for what a standard practice for any sports team would be, three hours of being beaten by my father, with the occasional water break and stretching break. At the end, he always makes me run four laps around the room and then do deep stretching before I can drag myself back upstairs. I’m sweaty and gross feeling. But I’m starving so I go to the kitchen and grab my plate out of the microwave and get a glass of water. Chugging the glass of water first I then finish off my plate before washing it and putting it away. Then I walk through the living room and see a sulking Lana as she plays on her DS. I don’t say a word to her as I go upstairs and grab clothes to take a shower.

“What time do you want to wake up tomorrow?” Lynn asks me and I stop and look at her as I have a foot in the bathroom.

“I don’t know, it only takes me like ten minutes to get completely dressed and brush my teeth. So, whenever you want to wake up is fine,” I shrug.

“I’ll just make sure you’re up a half an hour before we have to leave,” She smiles softly at me, “I can tell your exhausted, so go take your shower and get a good night sleep.”

“Alright,” I nod and go into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Stripping out of my under armor and boxers I take a long shower to relax my muscles. After getting out and drying off it feels like I just get hit with a wall and I feel exhausted. Grabbing my clothes and towel I take them back to my room and closed my door. I throw my clothes into my hamper set out a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt with a black and red sports jacket on my desk I then turn off my light make sure my alarm is set and then I flop down on my bed and crawl under my blankets before passing out for the night.

My alarm goes off sooner than I want it to and I groan loudly as I get up and shut it off. “I don’t wanna go to school,” I grumble as I rub my face. My bangs fall slightly over my right eye as I move my hands away. Regretting every second of it I swing my legs over my bed and drag myself over to my desk, I get dressed in the clothes that I set out the night before grabbed a pair of ankle socks, throw those on and then leave my room.

I wait for Lana and Lynn to be done in the bathroom before I brush my teeth and kinda brush my hair. When I go back to my room making sure everything’s in my bag and I head out with Lynn to go to school.

“I don’t wanna do this,” I mumble as I get out of Lynn’s car and look up at the two-story building that had the schools name Granite Hill High in large letter on the front.

“You’ll be fine,” Lynn slaps my back.

“Says you. You’re good with people,” I hiss at her and my ears press against my head.

“You’ll do fine!! Now, come on!” She walks ahead of me and I let my shoulders slump as I walk behind her. I’m not ready for high school.

We got here early enough that there aren’t a lot of people here yet. It’s an all gijinka school. And the human school is across the street. I pull out my folder that we were given at our orientation a week ago and find my way to my locker. I do my combination and then put my bag in my locker along with all my notebooks and binders. I grab my small sketchbook and a notebook with a pen and a pencil before closing my locker. Looking down at my paper I try to find my first-period class and as I turn a corner I accidentally run into someone and end up dropping my notebook and sketchbook. And it sounds like some of their books down the same.

“Sorry,” I mutter and squat down and grab my books before starting to stack there’s.

“Na, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, you’re good,” I look up when I hear his voice and my ears flick on top of my head. He has shoulder length raven black hair with two chunks of his bangs dyed, one chunk was blue and the other was purple. His bright purple eyes stood out against his hair.

“Still, it’s my fault,” I mumble and pick up his books and hand them back to him, “So, sorry again.” He’s wearing a simple white tank top and faded blue jeans with black and white sneakers. With his build, he looks like he does work out, but not like a sports person. He has toned arms but just enough to just see his muscles and you can clearly see his collarbones.

“Don’t be sorry, we’re both at fault, neither of us were paying attention,” He smirked a lop sided smirk as the small points of his ears poke out of his hair.

“Okay,” I nod kinda pushing his books back into his arms and grabbing mine. I stand back up and make sure that I have everything.

“You new here? I haven’t seen you around school before,” the guy asked.

I walk around him holding my books close, “Sorry, I’m not good with others,” I stop when my backs to him, “But yeah, I’m a freshman.” And with that, I continue walking and eventually find my first class which is English.

It’s all freshman in this class and it runs smoothly. We introduce ourselves and go over the syllabus before the bell rings and we have to head to our next class. Throughout the first four periods, the seniors would slam me into the lockers or the wall and snicker if I dropped my stuff. Heading to the fourth period I get pushed again and end up slamming into someone else.

“S-Sorry,” I instantly apologize as I push away from the person to realize it’s the kid that I accidentally bumped into this morning.

“Watch where you’re goin’ klutz,” The guy who obviously pushed me snickered as I glared up at him. Just one minute, that’s all it’ll take to put him in his place. But, dad told me not to hurt anyone. But if I keep up with this and it’s only the first day… I gripped onto my books harder as I bit my lower lip. The guy that I ran into moved around me and tapped on the guy's shoulder that had pushed me into him. He got the krokorok gijinka to turn around and then he pulled his fist back and socked the guy square in the face causing him to stumble back. My ears perk up and I stare at the guys back in shock. Why is he protecting me?

“Fuck with the freshmen’s and I fuck with you,” The guy then pointed back at me and I stood stiff, “Tis my purple kitty, don’t touch.” Wait what? What does he mean by that?

“Ya wanna fight Del?” The other guy took a step towards this man who he calls Del who protected me. Letting my body react on its own I drop my books and get between them. “Get outta the way pipsqueak.” The korkorok gijinka goes to put a hand on my head and I grab his hand and twist his arm then slam my elbow into his abdomen then proceed to swing my leg up and around and slam it down onto his bicep and knock him down to the ground.

“Don’t judge other’s by their height,” I glare down at him as I throw his arm down so it slammed onto the floor. I see him shiver a bit under how intense I make my glare before I turn away from him. Then I walk around Del, pick up my books and stand back up, “Thanks for the help.” And then I start walking away.

“You better watch your back kid. You’re on my shit list,” He yelled after me.

My ears flick when I start to walk away and here Del walk to the guy I just put on the ground, "So you just got fucked on, how do you feel? Sorry I stopped caring. WAIT UP PURPLE CAT!!!!!" I stop walking and turn around to see him come running over to me as a teacher comes into my view. Before I can say anything, he grabs a hold of my arm and quickly takes me out of the hall and into another one.

“W-what are you doing?” I ask as I’m dragged.

"Saving you from getting detention on your first day. Wait here," He pushed me against a wall and then headed back towards where the commotion was. “Hey, Mr. Corvi, what’s up?” I heard Del laugh, but it wasn’t a strong laugh.

“Mr. Amsel, causing trouble already this year I see,” my ear’s flick when I hear the mans voice.

I know that voice. That’s dad’s friend, isn’t it? I can’t let Del do this. He wasn’t the one that put the kid on the ground. I come out from around the corner and run over to them. The Korkorok gijinka had an even bigger smirk on his face when he saw me. “Mr. Corvi,” I speak up as I look up at him. His raven blue-black hair was slicked back and he wore a black suit that shoes his white button up shirt under neither. A black belt with a gold buckle, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. I’ve never seen this man dressed down before. Even when he would come to visit mom and dad he would be in pretty formal attire.

“Ah, Patrick, how are you, my boy?” He smiled down at me and I point at the korkorok.

“Del didn’t do it. I was the one that knocked him onto the floor. He’s been pushing me around since the first period and I was tired of it. So, Del has nothing to do with it,” I explain in a point blank matter.

Mr. Corvi took a deep breath and sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I stood there staring at him with a bored expression as I could feel the snickers coming from the korkorok and the friends he’s been with, “Come with me Salvai we’re going to have a talk.”

“Yes sir,” I nod and begin to follow him. I turn back and look at Del and mouth the words thanks for trying before looking forward again and catching up to Mr. Corvi. I follow him to a class room and he walks to his desk. There are no kids in the room so I’m assuming that this is his free period as a teacher.

“Close the door, Pat,” He said and I did what I was told then went back over to his desk. “Pat…” He sighs.

“I know, I’m sorry. Del was standing up for me and did punch the guy, but I couldn’t let him stand up for me. I know I’m not supposed to fight. Dad warned me about it constantly,” I look down at my feet, “I’ll take whatever punishment that I have to.”

“It’s the first day of school, I’m not going to give you a detention. This is a warning, though got it?” I look back up at him shocked. “I will be notifying your parents that you got into a fight. I can’t save you there.”

I shake my head, “Telling dad about it now will allow him to think about it. I know that I’ll pay for it tonight during practice.”

“So, he’s going through with it,” Mr. Corvi sighed, “You’re a very talented individual Pat,” My ears flick when I hear something by the door. I turn around and look I see black hair flash past the door. You shouldn’t have run to the door if you were trying to be sneaky. Especially if you’re going to run flat footed.

“You have a lot of talent. Use it in different ways here. And you know,” Mr. Corvi looks at me as I turn back around and lock eyes with him. “You have the stare of your father. That intense stare is going to make a lot of enemies here.”

“I know. I’ll try my best to behave myself,” I say bluntly as I clutch onto my books.

“Good, now, if I’m not mistaken you have a class you have to go to correct?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

I nod, “Gym class.”

“Ah, they started mixing all the grades for gym class this year, good luck,” He smirked at me as there was a knock on the door.

“Thank you, Mr. Corvi,” I nod and turn on my heels and walk towards the door. The person that was opening the door was a dewott gijinka. “Excuse me,” I said flatly as I took the door from him and held it. The girl looked at me shocked and we locked eyes for a moment. She couldn’t hold my gaze for very long before she looked away from me and walked quickly away.

My ears flick on my head as I walk down the hall. People are already whispering about me. This should be a fun year, especially when Lynn catches wind of it. I’m going to get my ear chewed off from a lecture from her. I run back to my locker, get yelled at for running in the hall, I do my combination, grab my shorts and shirt out of my locker and then quickly make my way to the locker room. “You’re late,” the gym teacher says as I come in. My ears flick when I heard snickering.

“I’m sorry, I got a little lost,” I lie.

“It’s fine, it’s the first day so I’ll let it slide. What’s your name?” The gym teacher is a mienshao gijinka. He’s dressed in lavender and white sweats and a white tank top. His two-toned hair is pulled back in a headband as he looks up at me.

“Patrick Salvai,” I answer and he goes back to his computer and makes a couple of clicks. Then he pushes himself in his wheel chair across his small office and pulls out a lock and writes out the combination on the back and then hands it to me.

“Go ahead and pick a locker.” I take the lock from him and nod. Walking away to go find an empty locker when my ears flick and tail twitches. I tense up when I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder and get pulled.

I look up and it’s that kid Del from earlier. So, we have gym together? What grade is he in? Mr. Corvi said again so he’s at least a sophomore. But, why would he help me like he is? Don’t I scare him? “Take this one kay?” He pats an empty locker that’s open already. I nod without protesting and place my clothes on the bench in front of the locker before working on the lock and popping it open so I can place it on the locker and leave it open so I can get changed. Once I get changed I pull the piece of tape that’s on the back of the lock and fold it in half and put it in my pants pocket before placing my clothes in my locker and shutting the door and locking it.

“Um…don't ya still need that?” I looked over at Del and slowly shook my head.

“No,” I answer flatly before sitting down on the bench and waiting to go out.

“Good at memorizing things then?” He asked and I looked over and up at him and nodded again, “That’s pretty cool, makes things easier for you I’m sure,” He chuckled and then held out his hand, “My names Delin Amsel, what’s yours?”

“Patrick Salvai,” I reply taking his hand and giving it a light squeeze, “Nice to meet you too.”

“Alright boys, let’s get goin’ we got a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it,” the gym teacher yelled to stop the conversations. Delin is a lot taller than I am. He’s gotta be close to dad’s height. I wonder what Pokemon he is.

We follow the gym teacher out of the gym and instantly to the weight room. “Alright, we’re going to get this out of the way first and if we have time we’ll go outside to the track and do the running. Since this is a mixed class, sorry upper classmen, but I gotta explain what we’re going to be doing to the freshmen.” The upper classmen in the class groaned. There’s a total for about sixteen guys on the boy's side of the gym class. We didn’t stay in the gym long enough for me to be able to see how many girls there are.

We got the quick explanation as to what we were going to be doing, which is the bar hang. Fairly simple, you just hold yourself up with your palms facing out and hold your chin above the bar as long as you can.

“Delin, since you’re the tallest you’re going first,” the gym teacher comments. They adjust the bar so that Delin will actually hang and then he gets up on the bars and positions his hands. “Your time late year was thirty seconds, go.”

My ears flick at the sound of the timer and Delin lets his legs drop and he holds himself there. He holds himself there for about thirty seconds and then drops himself down. “And, thirty seconds, why to stay consistent. So, who’s next?”

It stays silent between everyone then I raise my hand, “I’ll go,” I step out.

“Ah freshmen, what’s your name again?”

“Patrick Salvai.”

“Want us to lower the bar for ya?” my tail flicks at the sound of upper classmen snickering.

“Nope,” I grab a hold of the vertical bar as I put my left on the horizontal bar. I then turn my body and jump to the bar and pull myself up. Already hanging I adjust my hands so they’re facing out and I keep my chin above the bar.

“Kids got spunk, I like it.” Our gym teacher comments as I find something to stare at as I hang there.  I end up looking at Delin. His bored expression instantly changed when he realized that I was staring at him. I kept a straight face as his eyes widened and a smirk spread across his lips as he stared right back at me.

“Holy fuck, what is holding this kid up? I mean come on.”

“It’s because he’s a twig and small at that, there’s nothin to him,” A couple of upper classmen comment as the teacher tells me that the two-minute mark as passed.

“He’s not even shaking. I would have given up already,” I don’t look at any of the kids who are talking I just continue to stare at Delin and slowly blink as I keep my straight face.

“Three minutes,” I sigh and pull myself up more. Should I stop? The upper classmen don’t seem to be too thrilled that I’ve lasted this long. I’m sure they just want to get their turn done and over with…I’ll just let go. I swing my legs and let myself drop to the floor. “Three and a half minutes. Which one of yall wanna beat that? Or are ya gonna let a freshman show you up?”

I walk back to my spot that’s next to Delin as I feel the glares from everyone else in the class. He’s dead silent in the room and then Delin starts to snicker and then his snicker turns into a cackle, “Go on, go be big boys and do what you have to!”  

The rest of the class started glaring at him and mumbling. My ears continue to twitch as I stand next to Delin. Finally, the next kid goes up and they lower the bar so the others could easily get to it. After everyone goes we move onto the curl ups and modified pull up. Again, I had the upper classmen frustrated with the fact that I was doing more than they thought I could. After all that it was back out into the gym and we move onto the next test. We partner up for the sit ups and pushups. Then we do the sit and reach stationary jump and finally the shoulder stretch. “Alright, next class we’ll so the outside bit of the test. Take showers if you want or get changed and head out.”

“You gonna shower?” Delin asked me as he took off his shirt.

“I don’t know…” I mumble taking off my own shirt. Then I feel a shoe press against my back and thrust me forward so fast I can’t catch myself and my face nicks the corner of my open locker door and then slams into the closed lockers next to it.