Amazing that Yuya was actually good for a surprise this time. He hated being a trainer? Then why did he even bother— If it was so horrible as he said, he should just give up on those stupid pokéballs and return the Pokédex he had received from this guy in Kalos. Touya rolled his eyes at the explanation he got, finding it more than just ridiculous and selfish. For that kind of thing did he abuse Pokémon? For that alone did he deserve another beating! “Tch, you should listen to yourself talk. It is only ever about you, isn’t it? You hate being a trainer, you didn’t like being locked up, you’re doing it to mess with Team Flare. What about your team mates?”
Hazel eyes focused coldly on the brunette, as the knight scoffed in disgust. “Ever considered that your dislike for being a trainer might hurt their feelings as well? Instead of being stuck with someone like you, they’d be better off without you.”
And what was this about Team Flare in the first place? From what he knew, they were an useless bunch that weren’t any better than Tea Rocket over in Kanto and Johto, although they were some rumours of mass genocide flying around… “Team Flare is a waste of time, their moronic talk of a beautiful world is ridiculous. I can’t understand why people actually believe this nonsense, tch.” Narrowing his eyes, Touya folded his arms across his chest. “They should be eradicated before they hurt even more Pokémon.”
Being a trainer had been interesting at first, but the other trainers that had also set off to do their own thing were always getting in the way and challenging him to battles… He hadn’t ever gotten to know them well, and he wasn’t going to magically start now when doing so was stupid. Two thirds of the bunch were complete idiots that were head over heels in their own dreams and fantasies that would come crumbling down around them, and the third was just a bookworm that was too fascinated in that Pokedex. There wasn’t anything interesting about that device. He had taken it apart and put it back together and even changed a few things on his own— Honestly, it was child’s play for a boy like him that seemed to have little that kept his interest anymore.
Challenging the gyms wasn’t any different. Perhaps it had been exhilarating at first, but after a while they long since lost meaning alone with those badges inside of his jacket that were only cheap metal because the Pokemon Association was too fucking broke to make it out of actual gold or silver. Honestly, he figured the other would’ve been happy since he was with Team Plasma, but he still found something to criticize him about.
That’s fine. No biggie. He was used to it.
He was used to the insults. He was used to being called selfish. He was used to being told that his wants weren’t justified at all.
But honestly, he stopped caring for mere words a long time ago— Or, at least that’s what he said.
"If that’s what it sounds like, that’s what it is, isn’t it Touya?”
"I’m a stuck up little heir with more money in his pockets than an average man will earn in his entire life. I get whatever I want with a snap of a finger and punish those who don’t give it to me." Oh, the stereotypical bullshit that came along with being an heir to a fortune because his parents were rich. Wasn’t it just great? Yes, it was so wonderful to be isolated because they believed no one was good enough or that someone would take their poor child and they didn’t want to look bad when in reality they wouldn’t care if he got taken. "And honestly, if you’re going to pull your hippie bullshit on me, I really don’t care." There he was, pushing buttons on trained killers again. "I’ll release them right here if you want me to, but the fact of the matter is they wouldn’t leave when I’ve told them they should before. What do you have to say to me then?"
And then a scoff.
p i t y , isn’t it?’ That’s what you were going to aim for.” And hey, maybe he was right. It was plausible. Despite all the money, he was a pitiful child.
"As for Team Flare, they’re shit. Who cares. I’ll take care of them." Because that’s what the hero was supposed to do, after all. He was the hero, wasn’t he— For once, people would actually commend him instead of criticizing him.