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Chapter no.60 Is that Love or Trouble?
🕑 Added 2025-03-12 18:55:40 +0000 UTCWith Magikarp’s evolution into Gyarados, Professor Oak and his research team should have had enough data to pack up and leave.
But they didn’t.
The old man had insisted they stay longer, claiming they needed to observe Gyarados further.
Austin, however, knew better.
Professor Oak wasn’t just here for the research anymore.
He wanted answers.
No one said it aloud, but the question loomed over them like a storm cloud.
Why had Misty and Gyarados thrown the match against Charmander? It made no sense—Gyarados had evolved, it had the sheer power and presence to wipe the floor with Damien and his Charmander. And yet, it fell over, playing defeated when it wasn’t even fazed.
Austin could already see the gears turning in the professor’s mind.
And Oak wasn’t an idiot. Eventually, he would realize the truth.
That Charmander was in the hands of an abuser. Would he let it go? Would he do something?
Austin wasn’t sure.
“Umbreon.”
Vee’s soft, smooth call pulled the boy’s attention as he glanced down, finding the moonlight Pokémon curled in his lap.
He scratched between Umbreon’s ears, the sleek black fur warm and soft beneath his fingertips. The Pokémon let out a pleased hum, flicking its tail as Austin reached for his wine glass filled with grape juice.
Vee, sensing the movement, perked up.
With slow, deliberate movements, it leaned forward, dipping its muzzle into the rim of the glass. Its tongue flicked just beneath the surface, skimming the liquid before pulling back, savoring the taste.
“Told you you’d like it.”
Vee simply huffed, licking its lips before tilting its head expectantly—waiting for another sip.
The moment, however, was cut short.
A gust of wind swept through the room, carrying the faint sound of something floating.
Austin didn’t flinch.
His eyes remained forward, watching as Green made her dramatic entrance through the open window, her Jigglypuff inflated like a balloon, keeping her suspended in the air.
She landed lightly, giving an exaggerated stretch before placing a hand on her hip.
“If you were going for the mafia boss look, you failed.”
Austin exhaled through his nose, barely glancing at her. “I wasn’t.”
Green smirked. “Oh? Don’t back down now, boss man—caught you red-handed.”
She motioned lazily toward him.
A boy sitting in the dark, dressed in pajamas, a wine glass in one hand, and a dark-furred Pokémon curled in his lap.
Classic boss aesthetic.
Except… it was grape juice and his sleepwear had little Poké Ball patterns on it.
“Okay, maybe you weren’t going for the look.”
Austin took a slow sip, then set the glass down. “Oh, I was.”
Green let out a light giggle, but her expression shifted subtly. Her shoulders stiffened slightly because something felt… off. Her eyes flicked around the darkness covered room, scanning the shadows.
She was good—her instincts told her this wasn’t just a casual chat. This was a set-up and she wasn’t wrong.
Austin clapped his hands.
Instantly, the lights flicked on and Green found herself surrounded.
Pikachu sat perched nearby, eyes sharp, ready to strike.
A Quick Claw dangled around Rattata’s neck, the small rodent poised in a crouch, ready to intercept her at a moment’s notice.
On the far side, Horsea rested in a bowl of water, her tiny eyes focused like a sniper.
Green’s heart skipped a beat. She was a trapped animal.
“Return.”
The command was soft, but immediate and every Pokémon vanished into their pokeballs.
Austin leaned forward, resting an elbow on the chair’s armrest.
“Let’s start over,” he said smoothly, gesturing toward the untouched glass. “Juice?”
Green crossed her arms, eyes still sharp. “I don’t drink anything I haven’t poured myself.”
“Fair.” Austin nodded. “I wouldn’t either.”
Green’s lips tugged up slightly.
“So, let’s skip the pleasantries.” She tilted her head. “What do you want?”
Austin reached into his jacket pocket and slid three photos across the table.
Jessie.
James.
Meowth.
“I need you to investigate Team Rocket.”
“Oh?”
“Find out why they’re here. What they’re planning. Who’s the executive leading the operation.”
Green picked up a photo, examining it.
Austin continued.
“These three work here in the morning—use your disguises, sneak into the base as one of them, and get me the information I need.”
Green remained silent, turning the photos slowly in her hands yet her mind was on the guy in front of her.
A boy who was too young to act this old.
Someone who looked like an idiot but knew too much. A kid who spoke like he had seen things most people never would.
He knew about the Masked Man and now, he was going after Team Rocket.
“Who are you?”
Austin paused, watching the shift in Green’s posture. The femme fatale of Pokémon was walking on eggshells around him. That alone was proof—she wasn’t sure how to play this. And that was dangerous because Green was the kind of person who needed to feel in control. She didn’t trust people. She didn’t play by their rules.
And right now?
Austin had all the cards. That needed to change, if he wanted Green as an ally, not just for this job, but for the future, he had to give her something. A way to feel like she was pulling the strings so, he gave her a piece of the game.
He leaned back, exhaling through his nose, tilting his head slightly in a way that made it seem like he was revealing something profound.
“I’m… Bag Boy.”
Green nodded once.
“You don’t know who that is,” Austin stated flatly, watching her. Green kept nodding. Faster now.
“Vee.”
At the name, his Umbreon, who had been lounging lazily in his lap, gave him a look. A very pointed, annoyed look—one that all but screamed, Do we really have to do this? Austin’s stare didn’t waver. With a dramatic huff, Vee leapt down from Austin’s lap, landing on the floor with graceful ease.
His body shimmered. Dark fur glowed, shifting colors in an instant. The sleek, black-coated Umbreon melted away, morphing into a familiar cream-colored Eevee.
Green’s eyes widened slightly.
Another glow and a rush of heat later, standing before her, wasn’t an Eevee anymore. It was a Flareon. Flames flickered around Vee’s crimson fur, his thick tail swishing with practiced indifference.
The smug little bastard even let out a small puff of fire, just to make a point.
Green’s jaw hit the floor.
“Holy—“
Austin leaned back, casually swirling his grape juice. “You asked who I was, Green,” he said smoothly. “Let’s just say… I’m someone you need to keep close.”
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The next morning, deep within the Articuno Base, Sabrina was seething. Not just annoyed. Not just irritated.
She was royally pissed.
Her fingers tapped against the armrest of her chair, sharp, rhythmic, each movement precise and calculated—just like her. Her subordinates, her direct subordinates, were a trio of utter idiots. Not only had they been acting outside the base’s jurisdiction, but they had wasted organization resources on personal nonsense.
A security camera system. Not for the base. Not for surveillance of League threats. Not for anything remotely useful but for whatever ridiculous, harebrained scheme they had gotten themselves involved in this time.
Sabrina’s jaw clenched.
Did these three even know how much that cost?
This was an active mission. A serious one. And instead of preparing, instead of following orders, they were wasting funds, playing pretend, and embarrassing the organization.
Worse… If word of this reached the boss…
Sabrina exhaled slowly, forcing down the irritation.
No.
She would handle this personally.
She had no interest in getting reprimanded for their incompetence.
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The moment Sabrina stepped onto Cerulean Gym’s grounds, she felt it. The weight of a thousand thoughts slamming into her mind all at once.
It was always like this.
Voices. Whispers. Some loud, some faint, all pressing against the edges of her consciousness, a never-ending stream of human noise. She had long since trained herself to filter them out, to let them wash over her like waves against a shore.
But sometimes—sometimes—they slipped through and today was one of those days.
Her head tilted slightly as she instinctively honed in on the loudest thoughts.
They’re so elegant. So stunning. Like real-life mermaids.
Sabrina’s lip curled.
Pathetic.
Her purple eyes flickered toward the source of the adoration.
The Cerulean Sisters. They moved in perfect synchronization, their routine flawless, their expressions effortless.
She tried—tried—to block it out. But the emotion behind their thoughts clung to her like static.
She’s gorgeous. They’re perfect. I wish I could be like them.
Sabrina’s jaw tightened. She had heard adoration before.
But never for her.
People didn’t admire her. They didn’t look at her like that. They only ever saw a monster. A freak. A psychic.
“Your strength makes you more beautiful than anyone.”
Giovanni’s words whispered in the back of her mind. But they rang hollow because beauty wasn’t measured in power.
Not to them.
She could crush every single person here with a thought, yet none of them would look at her the way they looked at those sisters.
Her fingers curled into her palm.
She exhaled slowly, pushing it away. This is irrelevant. She turned from the performance, disinterested. Let the weak be enamored by trivial things.
She had a job to do. Her mind reached outward, her psychic abilities locking onto their signatures.
She pinpointed their location instantly and froze.
“…How is that possible?”
Her head snapped toward the back area of the gym, where the trio’s auras sat—next to another one that felt wrong.
Sabrina moved without hesitation, stepping into the back area of the gym. She barely had to open the door.
The moment she entered, the entire atmosphere shifted. Conversations halted. Tension thickened.
Every muscle in the room went rigid.
Jessie, James, and Meowth shot up from their seats.
“E-Executive Sabrina!” James stammered, his back straight as a board.
Jessie, for once, didn’t have a quip ready.
Meowth gulped audibly.
Meanwhile Austin simply stared. His expression was unreadable, but there was a sharpness behind his eyes. Like he was already calculating, already adjusting, already preparing for something.
Sabrina’s gaze locked onto him and she felt it.
That wrongness.
It was him. His aura was… damaged. Not weak. Not fragile but torn. Like someone had ripped through it, stitched it back haphazardly, and then tore through it again.
She had seen many things in her time as a psychic but she had never seen this.
Her fingers twitched. Her eyes glowed faintly, psychic energy swelling as she reached outward.
Probing. Trying to see. To understand. To find out what the hell had happened to this kid.
Austin knew immediately when Sabrina tried to invade his mind. Her eyes glowed, the color intensifying as an unnatural pressure pressed against his thoughts. It was subtle—like a thread being carefully woven through the fabric of his brain.
She’s trying to read me.
Austin’s expression remained neutral, but internally, he sighed.
He had expected this. He had prepared for this. Because for all the mystique surrounding psychics and mind-reading, he knew the truth—it was all surface level.
Even Psychic-type Pokémon couldn’t sift through the thousands of neural connections firing per second inside a healthy human brain. There was simply too much noise, too much information flooding in from the conscious and subconscious mind.
So what did that mean?
It meant Sabrina wasn’t reading his deepest secrets.
She was only getting what was at the forefront of his thoughts.
And Austin?
Austin had full control of what sat there.
So, like any rational person, he weaponized it.
Austin didn’t start off strong.
Oh no, this was a battle of psychological warfare, and he was going to ease Sabrina into the horrors of a teenage boy’s mind like a frog slowly boiling in water. So, he began with something harmless.
In his mind’s eye, he dropped to one knee, holding out a ring. “Sabrina,” his mental projection whispered, voice trembling with emotion. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
The real Sabrina froze.
Austin barely held back a smirk. Oh, this was gonna be good.
Sabrina forced herself past the distraction. Cute, she thought. Pathetic, but cute.
Austin, taking this as a direct challenge, cranked things up a notch. Suddenly, in his mind, Sabrina was standing on a beach.
Wearing a bikini.
The real Sabrina’s eyebrows twitched. A faint dusting of red touched her pale cheeks. But she pushed deeper into his thoughts, determined to break his concentration.
Austin’s grin widened. Oh, she wants to fight dirty? Well, alright then.
He pictured her slowly untying her top.
Sabrina.exe has stopped working.
The psychic gasped sharply, her entire body stiffening as if someone had just poured cold water down her spine. But Austin wasn’t done. Oh no, he was only getting started.
Now, in the safety of his own mind, he imagined grabbing her by the waist, yanking her in close, his lips trailing down her neck as he…
Sabrina’s entire brain crashed.
A full-body spasm. A nosebleed worthy of a anime protagonist. Her legs wobbled, her breath caught in her throat, and her once stoic and unreadable expression had dissolved into pure, unfiltered embarrassment.
Austin barely held back his laugh.
Across the room, Team Rocket was watching this trainwreck unfold in absolute awe.
James blinked slowly, eyes flicking between Austin and the retreating form of Sabrina. He then turned to Jessie, voice low and serious. “…What is happening?”
“Well, the executive came in, look at the boss and blushed.”
A long silence stretched between them.
Meowth’s ears twitched as he finally broke it. “…Oh, she’s totally in love.”
Pikachu, meanwhile, continued munching on his cracker, slowly dipping it into a puddle of ketchup, as if he were watching the most entertaining soap opera of his life.
Sabrina, breathing heavily, forced herself to regain her composure. She snapped her head toward Team Rocket trio. “You. My office. One hour.”
Jessie, James, and Meowth visibly gulped.
Austin, still feeling reckless as hell, took a casual step forward.
Sabrina immediately took a step back.
Her eyes darted to the side, suddenly very interested in the wallpaper.
Austin grinned. Oh, he was living for this.
“I hired them for work,” he said smoothly. “And I pay them good money. Maybe you should consider that before dragging them away.”
Sabrina whipped back around, her glare sharp—but still flustered as hell. “…Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll see them after they’re done.”
She turned, storming toward the exit, clearly desperate to escape.
But right before she reached the doorway. She hesitated then, slowly, glanced over her shoulder.
“…How old are you?”
“Ten.”
Sabrina, against her better judgment, took one last peek into his mind.
And what she saw…
The girl clenched her jaw, snapped her eyes shut, and gritted out one final command.
“Find. God.”
Then, with a dramatic flick of her cape, she stormed out.
The moment the door slammed shut, Austin finally let out the wicked laugh he had been holding.
Pikachu, sighing contentedly, finished his cracker.
“Pika.”
James turned to Jessie.
“…Does this mean the boss is dating executive Sabrina now?”
Jessie shrugged. “I mean, she’s already at the ‘pretending she doesn’t like him’ phase. They’ll be making out by next Tuesday.”
Meowth, shaking his head, let out a long sigh.
“Da boss got game, I tell ya.”
Austin just sweatdropped at the trio’s words, his gaze drifting toward the door Sabrina had just slammed shut.
He sighed. This was getting out of hand.
I just hope I don’t have to deal with the Gym Leader Triad…
That alone would be a pain, but the thought of the Elite Four terrorists?
Austin immediately shoved that thought deep into the abyss of his mind. Nope. Not even gonna think about that. That was just jinxing it.
Still, at the very least, he hoped Green would figure out what Team Rocket was planning in Cerulean before everything went to hell.
Because if there was one thing Austin knew, it was that things were never this easy.
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Sabrina stormed down the sidewalk, her steps clipped, her expression a carefully maintained mask of neutrality.
But inside?
Inside, her mind was an absolute battlefield. What she had seen in that brat’s thoughts…
It was extremely perverted and the worst part? It was about her. Her of all people.
Not the elegant Cerulean Sisters. Not some pretty idol. Not even some other trainer he admired.
Her.
Her, with her cold gaze and unnerving presence.
Her a freak—a psychic to be feared and avoided. Not once in her life had anyone looked at her with attraction. Not once had she been desired. And yet, that boy…
Sabrina’s hands clenched into fists. Her psychic energy flared without her meaning to, causing a nearby streetlight to flicker violently.
Her breath was shaky. Not out of anger. Not out of disgust but because she didn’t know how to process it.
And she hated that.
Why… Why did that little bastard of all people have to be the first to think of her that way?! And why… why did it not bother her?
“Executive Sabrina, you’re back.”
One of the guards outside the Articuno Base saluted her, barely looking up from his security post.
She exhaled, forcing her mind back into professionalism. “Report.”
“Your subordinate returned,” the guard said.
“What do you mean?”
“Jessie, I think her name was. She came back right after you left.”
Sabrina’s expression blanked.
Impossible. She had just seen Jessie, James, and Meowth at the tournament with that boy.
Sabrina’s gut twisted. Something was wrong. “Where is she now?”
“Inside the base, working,” the guard answered.
Sabrina said nothing. Her instincts were never wrong and right now, they were screaming at her. She turned on her heel and marched into the base.
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Deep within the Articuno Base, Green moved effortlessly through the shadows.
She had played her part well—disguised as Jessie, blending in with Team Rocket’s grunts, charming her way into casual conversations to extract valuable intel.
And now?
She had everything she needed. A sleek USB drive sat in her palm, filled with sensitive Rocket data. Plans, research logs, classified orders—even enough dirt to make a killing on the black market.
Her smirk widened behind her stolen Team Rocket mask.
Too easy.
The communication room was littered with unconscious guards, tied up neatly in the corner. She had knocked them out one by one, making sure to erase security footage about her.
Now all that’s left is to
BOOM.
The metal doors exploded off their hinges.
Dust and smoke billowed outward, the sheer force rattling the walls. Green’s heart leapt into her throat. Through the clearing haze, a figure emerged.
Tall. Composed. Eyes glowing with unrestrained fury.
Sabrina.
And beside her, standing like an executioner awaiting the order, was her Kadabra.
Green didn’t need psychic powers to know that she was in deep shit.
“Well, well, well.”
Sabrina’s voice was like a predator enjoying the hunt.
“Looks like we had a Rattata sneaking around.”
Green straightened, masking her nerves with a perfectly practiced expression of innocence.
“B-Boss?” She gasped, putting on her best ‘damsel in distress’ act. “Is… is something wrong? You look… stressed. Maybe a spa day would help?”
Sabrina’s eye twitched. Green kept going. “Or a face mask? You know, they say hydration works wonders for—“
“Don’t bother.”
Sabrina’s voice dropped an octave, her aura pressing down on the room like a stormfront. Her next words were absolute.
“Your mind has already given you away.”
Green barely had time to react before Kadabra’s spoon slashed through the air, sending a razor-sharp Psycho Cut straight for her.
“Ditty!”
Her Ditto reacted instantly, morphing into Kadabra and raising a Reflect barrier. A green wall of light materialized, absorbing the brunt of the attack. But the shockwave still sent Green skidding backward.
She cursed under her breath. This was bad. She needed an escape. Fast.
Her hand flew to her Pokéball belt, releasing her Abra.
“Teleport!”
Nothing happened. “H-Huh?”
Sabrina let out a mocking sigh, shaking her head. “Pfft. Don’t tell me that was your grand escape plan? A simple Teleport?”
Her eyes glowed brighter, her power thrumming through the air. “You’re seriously underestimating me.”
Green clenched her fists. She wasn’t just underestimating Sabrina—she had completely miscalculated.
Shit.
“You really think I wouldn’t have countermeasures for Psychic-types?” She tilted her head, as if talking to a child. “Psychic abilities don’t come from within, you know.” Her gloved fingers traced a slow circle in the air, her voice laced with condescension. “They’re drawn from the Dream Realm. A frequency.”
She flicked her fingers outward—and Green felt it. A pulse of energy—a disruptor wave—like a static shock that sent a ripple through the room. Abra whined, body stiffening as its abilities cut out completely.
Green gritted her teeth.
“You jammed psychic frequencies?”
“Ding, ding.”
“…That’s kinda hot. Can you teach me?”
Sabrina stumbled slightly, caught off guard. She coughed, regaining her composure. “Why don’t you try using your pretty little head for once?”
“Why would I?” Green scoffed. “When I can use my smoking hot body instead?”
And with that—she struck a pose.
One hand on her hip, the other playfully brushing through her hair.
A sultry smirk. Her chest pushed forward—very intentionally. She even added a slow, dramatic bounce, just for effect.
Sabrina’s eye twitched again.
“Oh?” Green mused, voice turning mockingly sweet. She deliberately glanced down at herself, then back up at Sabrina. Then down. Then up. A slow, wicked smirk stretched across Green’s face.
“Cheap shot.”
“Hmph.”
But Green could see it. That tiny spark of frustration in Sabrina’s otherwise stoic face. That little twitch in her expression. That tiny, almost imperceptible flicker of jealousy. Green couldn’t resist twisting the knife.
“Awe… Are you jealous, sweetheart?”
And that was the last straw.
Sabrina SNAPPED. With a flick of her wrist, Sabrina launched Green backwards, slamming her into the wall.
“You. Bitch.”
Green coughed, but still grinned.
“Aw, don’t be mad just ‘cause no boys wanna give you attention, freak!”
Sabrina saw red and in her anger, her powers weakened as Green’s chest suddenly deflated.
A bunch of Pokéballs fell to the floor.
“…Did you seriously tape Pokéballs to your chest?”
“Gotcha.”
The two Pokéballs burst open.
A Jigglypuff and a Clefairy emerged, both immediately using Sing and Disarming Voice. The high-pitched soundwaves hit full force, breaking Sabrina’s fragile focus just long enough.
Green hit the ground running.
“Tear gas, Ditty!”
Ditto-Kadabra released a smoke bomb, flooding the room with thick white gas.
Kadabra tried to counter, but it was too late.
Green’s Abra clung to her arm as they vanished in a flash of light.
Sabrina let out a frustrated yell and launched a chair across the room.
CRASH.
It splintered against the wall, leaving a very impressive dent but it didn’t help.
Not even a little.
Her entire body was practically vibrating with frustration.
Her mind kept looping back to the fight. Not the actual battle, of course.
No.
It was Green’s words that dug into her skull like a damn Parasite.
“Aw, don’t be mad just ‘cause no boys wanna give you attention, freak!”
Sabrina gritted her teeth. She hated how true those words were because—ugh—she was a freak. People didn’t look at her the way they looked at other girls. They looked at her with fear. Caution. Respect, sure—but never affection.
Which was fine.
She didn’t need affection. She had power…Right?
But then, a terrible realization hit her.
Wait a second. There was a boy who had given her attention.
A boy who hadn’t looked at her with fear. A boy who had boldly stood in her presence—held eye contact, challenged her—and then proceeded to mentally project an entire lewd fanfiction in real-time.
Sabrina froze.
Her face slowly turned red.
Oh no.
No.
NO.
She refused to let this be her reality.
Her first real, genuine male attention and it was from a ten-year-old pervert.
Sabrina’s eye twitched violently.
Her entire face burned.
“…I hate my life.”
She buried her head in her hands, groaning. Kadabra, standing nearby, just patted her on the shoulder.
There, there.
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[ Author’s Note:
Well, that was a wild chapter, wasn’t it? Hope you all enjoyed the chaos!
Also, fun fact—Green using Pokéballs as fake assets is actually straight from Pokémon Adventures (Chapter 32, for those curious). Since she pulled that trick on Team Rocket’s Sabrina, I figured it’d be a fun little reference to work into this version of their encounter.
Now, I wanted to get your thoughts on something: What do you guys think of Sabrina’s characterization so far?
And more importantly… how do you feel about expanding on this weird, accidental dynamic between her and Austin? Right now, Sabrina thinks Austin is into her, which—let’s be real—would be hilarious, especially since she has such low self-esteem and sees herself as a “freak” no one could possibly love.
So, I’m floating the idea of actually developing this into a relationship—but only if I take the time to build it properly. No “Sabrina and Austin end up together just because I say so.” If I go this route, I want it to have real growth, conflict, and chemistry.
Let me know what you think! Would you be interested in seeing this dynamic play out? Or do you think Austin has enough problems already? (Because, let’s be honest… he does.)
Looking forward to hearing your thoughts!]
Comments
Artecius
Wasn't the original pairing goal Cynthia? Sabrina would be interesting option though. I feel like she'd constantly peak at his thoughts though lol. It would be a good way for her to get back her self esteem and leave team rocket maybe with the trio as well. I think Jesse/James/Meowth starting a business with Austin for the joke shirts and helping league with their promos and stuff could be really big and something they deserve.
Proxy
Relationship with Sabrina would be great to see.
Chris
Also if you do go this route don't make it multi it's better when there are clear stakes and only one will be chose.
Chris
Mysty and Sabrina
Muhammad Hasnain
Between who?
Chris
Make it a love triangle. That's always fun.
Xazo
I think a relationship with Sabrina would be really interesting. Though I'm still partial to Misty.
Aiden Steinman
A Sabrina pairing would be rather unique, and I find it rather appealing; it also makes more sense than Misty as she's 16 which is rather close to Austin's age. Though I feel the relationship should be built up over time. If he has a relationship with Sabrina, he could also end up acquiring psychic powers, which would be really cool. Sabrina would also make it easier for him to destroy Team Rocket in the long run.
SupremeRuler17
I would love to see their dynamic, I barely see any shipping with Sabrina and that's a damn shame.
matthew owen
I think you should, it would be cool to see their dynamic. And there isn't much pokeshiping done with Sabrina
