>>47991194Vow to get revenge for this loss and
become her reluctant assistant and travelling companion.
I follow her with my big net and bigger bravado and help her set up camp, groom her Pokemon, plan her gym matches, and cheer her on while she fights. She takes a liking to me, and laughs at my antics.
What she doesn't know is secretly, I'm stealing her fighting secrets and techniques to kick her ass one day—like a Metapod, I am merely biding my time.
Eventually, the years pass and she becomes Champion, and I'm right there on the stands clutching my pokeballs with my Scolipedes and Leavannies and knowing that really, I'll never measure up to her battling talent. All those years on the road were for nothing—I must have been worse than dead weight for her, and the thought is just beginning to dawn on me.
I leave the stadium with a bittersweet smile, only for her to catch me outside and knuckle my hair and ask me where I think I'm going.
She says I better be a good little bro and head back to celebrate with big sis. Then she pinches my cheek and says she couldn't have reached the peak without me, so I should stop brooding.
I later find out her real younger brother had died days prior to meeting me, and I'd given her the strength to carry on when she was on the verge of despair. 