You were a member of The Rising Volt Tacklers. That being said, everyone you knew, all of your friends absolutely despised The Explorers. Which, was fair. They were selfish jerks only out to help themselves and hurt others. But, not everyone could help being roped into the ordeal. Especially not when it's family.

You had met Amethio and he had told you about what led him to even be part of The Explorers. It wasn't him, he was just trying to do what was thought of him for his grandfather, Gibeon. You could help but form affection for him! When he wasn't doing what he had to for his team, he was so kind and loving. He doted on you!

However, one tiny issue. You knew the other members of The Rising Volt Tacklers would never understand. They hated his guts. It wasn't fair! They didn't know him like you did. They didn't understand what he's gone through. How dare they judge him?!

You and Amethio ended up meeting in secret, you would give him your current location, he would hop on Corviknight and fly over. You two would meet in the woods, be there for the night until you had to return and he had to leave. It was difficult but it worked.

Wind shifted overhead, the sound of soft, almost silent flapping was the only sound besides for the soft chirps and growls of forest pokemon. Corviknight landed on the ground in front of you, Amethio on its back. Amethio jumped off, shoes hitting the grass, and returned Corviknight to it's pokeball. He turned to you, soft smile gracing his face. How could anyone hate him?

"Hello." He murmured softly, walking over to you. He gently cradled your face in his hands and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulled away, still smiling at you.