Meimo grew sentimental and said softly, "Me? I want to be a singer! But I feel like I don't understand ordinary people's feelings well enough to move them with my songs. That's why I tried working somewhere I could mingle with people. I never expected there to be so much to do. It's harder than I imagined!"
I glanced at her. "We're heading downhill now, Meimo!"
"Okay." She held me tighter.
As we sped down, I shouted, "You'll be fine! You're going to be a singer, Meimo! And I'll be your very first die-hard fan!"
"Okay." Later, at the Pokémon Center's bicycle parking area, she looked at me and, for some reason, began to cry. Then her lips covered mine. It felt so wonderfully light and dreamlike!
But a second later, an alarm blared deafeningly. A burly man in black pinned me to the ground, making my joints crack. "That hurts!" Meimo pressed a hand to her forehead in dismay. "Let him go! Where on earth did you install that alarm?!" In the darkness, a handsome, middle-aged man with glasses and center-parted white hair said, "Miss Meimo, I'm afraid that's confidential! And young man, please don't overstep your bounds again! I've protected Lady Meimo since she was little. Anyone who isn't a Pokémon League Champion has no business touching her. Do keep that in mind!"
He released me after saying that. The way he'd twisted my arm had hurt so much I'd nearly cried! Meimo pulled me over beneath the red sacred tree. "But Meimo, we'll be continuing our journey once we're done with the Gym!"
Something dawned on her. "Oh, right! Then I'll quit tomorrow! Wearing that outfit is too embarrassing anyway. Besides, I really like watching your Gym battles."
What? Isn't that a little too quick?!
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