Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“Okay, uhm... Kitten-” Virah tried not to wince at the cold, absolute zero, apathetic look Whitney's Meowth shot her when she called him by his nickname, “we need to work together-”

With an irritated huff, the Normal Type jerked his head away from her and strutted off to the shade of a nearby tree.

Now- now she understood why the damn thing- in Whitney's words, - “couldn't be tutored”, it's because he simply doesn't listen when addressed! That's a problem normal to the Meowth (and the occasional Persian,) species but this one in particular was a lot more stubborn because of his nickname.

But Virah was sure that the nickname may have helped with his attitude, sure, but Meowths and Persians are very prideful as a rule and cutesy nicknames aren't everything!

Virah slumped when Kitten glared at her, ‘but it clearly is for the Meowth.’

Kitten was a nickname that Whitney has given to her Meowth- something that didn't surprise Virah in the slightest, - and the Pokemon took it with all the offense its tiny frame could muster.

Even doing as simple as uttering the name made him mad so the already torturous tutor session only got worse.

Virah didn't know what to do, sure she could simply call him “Meowth” but again, he's too prideful to not have a nickname so it would have the same effect anyways!

She had known this damn thing for a week now and Virah was starting to think that tutoring him may just be the most impossible thing in the world, second only to fighting and capturing Ho oh himself.

Virah decided to take a break and turned away from Kitten and shifted her gaze towards Whitney.

For the past week, their relationship had... stabilized, and ever since Virah decided that her feelings never truly mattered in that one eventful morning, Whitney had never crossed her mind and their friendship had only gone better because of it.

And yes, friendship, because Whitney had decided to stick around Virah like a Shellder would to a Slowpoke, and ever since Whitney had come by Virah's side, the pinkette never left.

Virah thought Whitney looked nice, and that was how she honestly felt about the girl.

Virah didn't know if she could keep ignoring her feelings like she does now forever but she sure as hell would try and she knew that Whitney and her lack of understanding of personal boundaries wouldn't break down her walls anytime soon.

“Mrrrow!”

A loud growl got Virah to focus back on the present and once she was out of her own head, the first thing she saw was Whitney grabbing Kitten and hugging him tightly, the Meowth, for all he was worth, did his best to fight back with actual Scratches but Whitney didn't seem deterred by them in the slightest.Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

Whitney lifted him up and spun him around, causing the Meowth's legs to whirl out and fan a bit of wind strong enough that Virah felt some of it reach her, Kitten started to whine and all the while Whitney just kept going.

“... Mrow.” The answer was only said after a brief pause and the Meowth said it in a tone that conveyed- ‘make it quick, I don’t have time for this,’

Virah nodded, “right, so, how about this, you and me, we work together,” Kitten narrowed his eyes, clearly aware of where Virah was going with this, “you go ahead and start learning under me and I, Kitten, would start teaching you,” she offered him a deal, “and you’re probably wondering- what would we both get out of this?”

Kitten nodded, Virah snapped her fingers, “well, you get your wanted free time away from Whitney and I earn Pokedollars by the hour, how does that sound?”

“Mrow.” Answered Kitten.

“No, I’m not giving you any money, and we’re not splitting it up,” Virah crossed her arms and stared the Pokemon down. Buying Nitro’s vitamins had already been bad enough for her wallet and this little shit taking her own earnings is just going to make it worse.

Kitten shook his head and shrugged in a ‘what can you do about it’ way that made Virah’s lip twitch up in irritation.

“Are you seriously trying to pretend like you don’t want a break from Whitney's antics?” And Ho oh knows Virah wants that too, “to what? Convince me to give you money?” The Meowth eyed her, face dull, then he shook his head, “no huh?” Virah turned away from him, “oh well, then I’ll also say no,”

“Mrow?” Kitten said from behind her.

“Yeah,” Virah nodded, “I’m not going to tutor you, it’s not like I need the money that much,”

She does, by the name of Ho oh and Lugia she does, her wallet was weeping tears of misery right now after spending all her earnings from battling her classmates on nothing but vitamins.

Virah pretended like she didn’t care and shrugged, “well, guess I’ll continue battling to earn money then, and you can continue being played at by Whitney,”

“Meowth,” it wasn’t a pur, it wasn’t even a half-assed call of its name. Kitten, for once, spoke.

Virah grinned, “oh, I can definitely convince Whitney to play more lightly with you,” she didn’t know if she actually could do it but hey, nothing wrong with a lie or two towards a Meowth of all mons, it's not like the mischievous little shit didn't deserve it, “and if you let me tutor you, I’d do it,”

“... Meowth.”

Virah turned to Kitten with a smile on her face, she reached a hand down, “deal,”

The Meowth stood up and shook her hand, then he fell back down on account of his shaking legs unable to support his weight. It almost made Virah feel bad for lying to him.

Almost.