20 Questions

"Alright. I've always kinda wanted to do this," Krystal said telepathically as she reclined on the wooden bench next to me.

I relaxed on the bench, smiling at my dearest friend, as we sat with the majestic falls of Couriway Town before us.

"Alright, Krystal," I said, "You ready to go up against the reigning champion?"

The Absol chuckled and eyed me with a blithe expression and said, "You're only the champion because I never got to have a turn. . ." Krystal then smiled in mock malevolence, "Until now. . ."

"That doesn't change the fact that I always figured out what you were thinking of! Every time!" I boasted.

Krystal huffed and licked her lips, "Well, I haven't been around as much as you have, Jayron."

"Aw, come on! An amazing wild Pokemon like you has to have traveled far and wide!" I said.

Unable to keep up her indignant act, a slow smile began to grow on her face. "Maaaaybe. . ." she said cutely.

I looked into my friend's gorgeous ruby-like eyes, which were shining extra brightly today. At that moment, I knew exactly what to chose. So, I leaned back in the bench and said to her, "Okay then, Krystal. Start asking."

"Is it a food?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"Is it an item?"

"No."

"Is it powered by electricity?"

"No."

"Do humans make it?"

I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head. "Krystal, you're way off!"

Krystal pouted and turned away, her tail wagging back and forth slowly like a thin, sharp pendulum. Then her tail froze as she turned to me with a look of satisfied realization on her face.

"Is it alive?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes," I replied.

"Is it a Pokemon?" she asked with a grin.

"Yes."

"How big is it!? I mean, can it fit in your bag?"

"No."

Krystal tapped her chin with a foreclaw in thought. Then she asked, "Can it fly?"

"No."

"Is it a Legendary?"

"No."

"Is it bigger than a human adult?"

"No."

"Does it have claws?"

"Oh yeah," I said, breaking into a big grin.

Krystal saw this, and her eyes lit up as she sensed my excitement. She got up from her reclining position and stood up so that she was at eye level with me.

"Does it have a tail?" she asked.

"Yes," I said with a few nods of my head.

"Is it a Dragon-Type?"

"No," I said with a shake of my head.

Krystal's smiled slipped a bit, but then she hitched it back on and asked me, "Is it a Fire-Type?"

"No."

Krystal blinked as her smile fell. She looked a bit confused. I'll bet she had been thinking of either a Charmander or a Charmeleon, and was sure one of them had been the answer, but know she looked really stumped, and she only had 6 questions left.

"Give up?" I asked playfully.

Krystal stared levelly at me with a face that screamed deadpan and said, "I will pretend I didn't hear that."

I shrugged and simply replied, "Well?"

Krystal licked her lips a few times, and she tossed her head from left to right as she thought hard. After about a minute or two, she turned to me and asked, "Is it a Bug-type?"

"No."

"Is it colorful?" Krystal asked with a sudden swing of her tail, showing that she had asked the question in desperation.

"No," I said with a shrug.

Krystal blinked and stared at me for a moment, as if surprised by my answer. Then she asked, "Does. . . it have fur?"

"Yes."

"Does it. . . live in a forest?"

"Yes."

"Is it. . . white?"

"Yeah," I said in a voice just above a whisper as I gazed at her.

Krystal looked around awkwardly a bit, then a blush appeared on her face as she timidly asked, "Is it. . . is it me?"

I reached over began gently scratching the left side of her head, right behind the tuft of fur all Absol's have. She smiled and sighed contentedly as I said, "That's right, Krystal. It's you. My best friend in the whole world."

I stopped scratching her and reached into my bag. "And since you won, I think you deserve a prize."

I took out a deluxe sweet Pokepuff, which caused her to practically popup onto her haunches as she panted and silently begged for it through body language.

I felt quite giddy myself as I saw her beam at me with her ruby ringed eyes. I held out the Pokepuff to her, and she quickly gripped it with her forepaws and ate it up in three bites. As odd as it may sound, I just sat there and watched Krystal chew and swallow the treat. She licked her lips, and then began meticulously licking her forepaws clean, which she then uses to wipe her face.

She looked at me and said, "I guess there's a new champion in town, now."

I shook my finger at her and said, "Ah-ah-ah! Remember, I haven't ever lost! And I've won way more times that you have!"

Krystal leaned in close so that her face was about two inches from mine, and she said, "I'll stump you next time!"

"You know, Krystal, I think I might have answered wrong for one of those questions," I said suddenly, maintaining the distance between out faces.

"Huh?" Krystal asked, cocking her head but not moving away from me yet.

I gently took Krystal's face in my hands and said, "You kinda are colorful. Not many Pokemon have rubies for eyes. . ."

Krystal smiled sardonically and said, "I really should lick your face for that."

The two of us broke apart and started laughing hysterically, lying with our backs on the bench as we faced the majestic falls of Couriway Town before us.