The search eventually led him to an alley way, with the trail left by his Eevee made painfully obvious with the scattered trash and anything else that could be described as a young Eevee's rather ungraceful movements. He pointed his flashlight at the alleyway, finding a long corridor that simply led to the other street. It was there that he saw his Eevee moving onto the street adjacent to the one Kyle was in.

There was a moment of doubt when he decided to use the tight alleyway as a shortcut. It was now riddled with trash and mess after what his Eevee had done, but it still was the shortest way to get to the Pokemon he had been looking for nonetheless. Holding his breath, he supposed he had no other choice but to wade through the garbage.

Getting to the other side one gruesome moment later, he was at least met with one good news. His Eevee had delayed his movement by distracting himself with the Natu. It perched high up a lamp post while the Eevee pawed impatiently at the base. When it realized its efforts were of naught, it rammed itself at it, shaking it and getting the Natu to fly away.

"What are you doing?" he asked, unsure of the plan that his Eevee had.

The Eevee chased after the Natu, only for the Flying-type to swoop back in for a Peck. The bird managed to get a hit on the Eevee's forehead, had it been because the Normal-type launched itself in a Tackle at the same time. Both of them fell on the ground after the collision, with the Eevee managing to get up from its feet first and get another Tackle in. The impact got the Natu in the air, as it used the air time to get itself back on position and started flying away after its defeat.

"What are you doing?" he asked once more.

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The Eevee did not give an answer to his trainer. Much more, the Normal-type had decided to continue running away from Kyle, shocking the trainer for a moment with his reaction. There was a feeling of betrayal, though annoyance and anger seemed to have taken the better of Kyle at that moment. He thought he was finally having luck back to him after the rather heavy work he put into his first set of Pokemon, but it seemed that the latest batch made enough work for Kyle to recall all the stress he has experienced back in the days.

His eyes followed it all the way back to another alleyway, which was similar in design and architecture as the last one he went through. The trainer followed after his Pokemon without sparing a moment. He lagged behind in comparison however, though that was to be expected since a smaller Eevee fit the tight corridors of the cities better than him. Another roadblock made it easy for Kyle to catch up, but it wasn't in a form that he'd prefer. He wasn't complaining though.

A Sentret was on the other end, blcoking the Eevee's path.

The Eevee did not stop on its way even after seeing the other Normal-type, a moment of hesitation not even considered in the Evolution Pokemon's head. Legs carried it to a charge and pounced on the large target placed on the Sentret's stomach, using it as a platform to jump onto the other way. The Sentret turned around and retaliated with a Scratch, but the Eevee seemed to be so adamant on escaping that it took the attack in order to give the Sentret one last Tackle, throwing it at Kyle.

Kyle managed to catch it, though it already was unconscious on his hands. He dropped it without a second thought and continued to chase after his Eevee. He can't lose him now, not when he was already close to the Eevee team dream team.

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"I swear to fucking..."

It was only then that Kyle realized that he had not been grumbling under his breath for a while. The appearance of the Eevee in his roster changed his rather clean streak of having the days of having all of his Pokemon under his control. Just was when his Houndoom was starting to get at least bearable and his Granbull stopped asking for fights all the time did he suddenly have a runaway Eevee that made it his objective in life to make Kyle as miserable as ever.

Fortunately, he did manage to catch up to him once again.

Unfortunately, a Girafarig had shown up in the city just in time for it to meet his Eevee. They usually don't find them around Fusube City at day time, though he supposed that some Pokemon do grow bolder when humans are out of the picture, a false sense of security lulling them into thinking that venturing away from their home was a good idea. This certain Girafarig seemed to be too smug as well, as it started to get aggressive on the Normal-type as soon as it saw him.

"Oi! Move, you little shit!"

The words woke the Eevee up from being frozen with fear, managing to get its legs scrambling and let him escape from the Stomp. Hooves made a nice enough sound when it clashed with the stony roads. "You're fighting back, right?" The words were spoken in a condescending tone, making it more like a statement than an actual question. The Eevee did not seem to mind at the heat of the moment, and simply lunged at the Giragarig, sinking his fangs on the Psychic-type.

The Girafarig did its best to get the grip off. When thrashing did not work, it tried to pull him away through force with Confusion. Still, the Eevee did not budge, and pulling him away with psychic energy only got the affected area more uncomfortable. In the end, enough struggling and jumping around got the Eevee out of his neck, throwing him on the ground before running away.

The Eevee sat on the ground for a while. He did not give a cry or anything, but Kyle got the idea that he has had enough for the night. He carried the traumatized pup from the ground, holding his tongue from saying anything, and brought the little Normal-type back to the place they were staying.

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