Chapter 96

Hilda rubbed her eyes as she stepped down the stairs leading out of the plane she'd been riding on for the last roughly half a day and resisted the urge to yawn.

It was so hard to get comfortable flying coach. All the first class tickets had already been booked up and she only had the chance to get one of the dregs with how spontaneous her travel plans were.

But here she was, finally back in Unova.

Much sooner than she anticipated at that.

'I wonder what Jord is doing right now?' she idly wondered, following along with the throngs of people leaving the landing pad.

Knowing him, it was one of three things. He was either training until his muscles cried out in agony and begged for mercy, and then training some more, picking a fight with somebody and or hitting on some girl.

She grimaced at that last one.

He hadn't noticed at all, he was pretty oblivious actually a lot of the time and had total tunnel vision, but he attracted a lot of attention.

Quite a few girls had their eyes on him in Hollywood, and even two had tried to get her out of the way during the short time they were at the Vermillion Pokemon Centre.

His reputation and earnings didn't even need to be broadcasted for interest to be turned to him. He talked so openly about his pokemon, anyone overhearing would stop and gape at him.

Especially his gushing over Milotic and Charmeleon constantly. Even she, a native to Unova knew well how temperamental Charmeleon were after they evolved from Charmander. Most trainers that started with a Charmander, and few got the honour, ended up giving them up after they evolved because they couldn't control their Charmeleon's, never mind a Charizard that tended to be even more unruly.

The casual boasting of Charmeleon with no problems, plus the incredibly super rare Milotic were both enough alone to draw a mass of interest in him.

And he didn't even notice.

Hilda resisted the urge to sigh.

It hadn't even been a full day since she parted with him, but her mind was already fretting over him.

She really hoped he didn't go pick a fight with a legendary pokemon or something without her keeping an eye on him.

'Right, gotta stop thinking about that little twerp.' Hilda slapped her cheeks, both to take her mind off of him and to wake herself up a bit.

With that, she marched her way into the airport and made for the exit. She had no need to wait for any luggage since she just took her bag with her and stuffed it above her seat.

To her surprise though, someone was already waiting for her.

"Hey cuz!" Rosa waved her over eagerly, the twin tailed girl excitedly hopping up and down to greet her over the assembled crowd of people entering or leaving the airport, "Good to see ya!"

Hilda rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to tell her that her bouncing up and down like that, was making her chest bounce up and down noticeably and quite a few guys had stopped to stare.

It wasn't like Rosa would care anyway.

She had no delicacy whatsoever.

Actually, if she didn't know any better, she'd think Rosa was a female version of Jord, just less horny.

"Hey Rosa," Hilda gave her a half smile as she walked over, "I told you I'd get you back home didn't I? You didn't need to come get me, especially after what happened."

"Pshaw!" Rosa huffed, waving her off, "As if! I just wasn't expecting them before, but I'm ready now, me and Serperior are itching for one of them to skulk around, then we'll beat the location out of Eevee from them!" a fierce smile spread across her face and she waved a fist threateningly in the air as if daring one of these 'Team Plasma' weirdo's to drop in from the sky.

Hilda snorted, shaking her head in amusement, "Same old Rosa." she huffed. Even losing a pokemon wouldn't keep her down for long, not when the chance remained to get it back, however slim.

"Hah, damn straight!" Rosa nodded vigorously, before blinking and giving Hilda an odd look, "Hey Hilda…?"

"Yeah?" Hilda asked, eyebrow raising at the sudden change in tone, going from fierce, to confused.

"…Is that hickeys on your neck?" Rosa asked blankly, pointing at her neck.

Hilda froze, "…No?" she denied.

"It is!" Rosa's eyes widened in shock, before a massive grin spread across her face, "Who gave you that? The guy you said you were travelling with? Who is he anyway?" a rapid fire of questions left her slightly younger cousins mouth.

Rosa was actually only her junior by a few months.

Hilda sighed in defeat, guess there was no hiding it, "Yeah, I guess we kinda hit it off a bit, and it just kind of happened." she admitted.

Rosa just stared at her for a moment before outright guffawing, "You totally fucked him!" she erupted.

Hilda's eyes widened and she felt dozens of pairs of eyes settle on her. She lunged forward, slapping her hand over her cousins mouth, "Quiet, don't just shout that!" she hissed, feeling her cheeks heat up.

"…Holy crap you actually did," Rosa pulled her hand away and goggled, "Who even is this guy?"

Hilda opened her mouth to respond, but just as she was about to, her cross-transceiver vibrated.

It was halfway hanging from her shorts pocket, but before she could reach for it, Rosa was already moving, she was always the more physically fit and active of the two.

"Yoink!" she giggled, dancing out of the way of Hilda's instinctive grab for it, "It's a text, from someone named Jord? Odd name, who is he?" Rosa grinned at her, teasingly wiggling the phone.

"None of your business!" Hilda glared, "Now gimme it back!" she demanded.

"Mmm, okay, just lemme see what this guy has to say first," Rosa shrugged and pressed a button on the device, and deftly stepped aside as Hilda lunged for her cross-transceiver, "Go to the pokemon centre when you land and call me from one of their phones on this number XXXX-XXXX, huh, that's it? And no message history before it either? Lame~!"

Pouting in disappointment, Rosa handed the phone over to Hilda who snatched it with a glare, "Don't you have any sense of shame just reading other peoples private conversations?" Hilda rolled her eyes and groused in annoyance.

"Shame? What's that?" Rosa cocked her head to the side and gave her a 'confused' look in return, "Can you eat it?"

Hilda sighed once again and ignored her, looking down to read the message, 'Why does he want me to call from a pokecentre phone?' she wondered idly.

Well at least it wasn't a dick pic. That was something she'd expect of him, to give her something to 'remember him' by.