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Boundaries	By : littleolmee Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 1608 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. See full disclaimer below.

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Blanket disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. I do not claim any rights to Pokemon Sun and Moon or any characters associated with the game/manga/anime. This also applies to the original characters and character development based on Eleanor Bick's comics 'El's Alolan Adventures'. No money was made from this fanfiction.

Author Notes: As pointed out above this fanfiction is based around elements from the game, the manga, the anime, and mainly Eleanor Bick's comics 'El's Alolan Adventures'. I found her comics through Utube; some groups were narrating her comics, I stalked her until I found her Tumbler account, and absolutely fell in love with her art, this comic, and especially her portrayal of Guzma, her original character El, and their interactions. Hence this short fanfiction was created. I have obtained permission from Eleanor Bick to write/post this story. Here is a link to her Tumbler account so you too can read her wonderful comic and see her amazing art. This link is to the master post of the comic. https://elbdot.tumblr.com/post/187763260384/els-alolan-adventures-masterpost

Author's Note about characters & story: Taken from Eleanor Bick's site to describe her take on the characters, & her original character El. El is 20 yrs old, 5 ft 6 in tall, has brown shoulder-length hair with green eyes, she is the current champion of the Alola League, a random jumble of letters nonsense sounds which is El's way of substituting for cursing. Guzma is portrayed as being 23 and 6 ft 5 in tall, he is living with Hala. Guzma having gray eyes was taken from Bulbapedia. Hau is 13, not 10 like in the game, according to Eleanor's comic. So there is the character set up. Eleanor's comic takes place after the end of the game/manga/anime and this story takes place after the comics Eleanor Bick currently has up as of Nov 2020. This is purely fanfiction & in no way will affect her comics. I've also rated the story high for Guzma's cursing, talk about child abuse, talk about toxic relationships.

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Kukui gripped the steering wheel hard enough his fingers hurt.

El's dad had not stopped talking since they got into the car and all he had talked about was himself. How great of a Gym Leader he was, how El owed her success to his teachings, how he'd pushed her for years to 'make something of herself' with Pokemon. On and on he went.

Did this guy just like the sound of his own voice or what?

He didn't doubt El's mom's had her daughter's best interests at heart about El and her dad needing to come to terms with their relationship.

She was even right it wasn't her place to continue to try and smooth things over between them especially when El was already an adult, but damn. . . .

Kukui rolled his eyes. No good deeds go unpunished that's for sure.

Parking the car at El's place they placed his bags on the porch before Kukui leads him to Iki Town where El was currently training with Hala and the guys. Up ahead he could make out Guzma and El on the battle stage facing one another.

He owed El a huge apology for not giving her a heads up.

"Come on let's do this. Show me what you got El." Guzma goaded her from behind his Golispod.

"Loser buys lunch." He said sporting a sly smirk like he was getting one over on her.

Over at the side, Hala and Hau exchanged similar sly smiles with each other. They'd figured out a few weeks ago Guzma's new tactic he'd pull every once in a while.

Guzma would start a battle with El, exchange a few moves then suddenly give up and call her the winner to justify doing things with her since he'd 'lost his bet'.

So different from the hated boss that would beat you down and never let up.

It warmed Hala's heart to see what a difference having a real connection with others that cared made for Guzma.

He could finally see more of the young student he once had and less of the angry and lonely young man he'd become.

Guzma had sort of told Hala when they were alone working in Hala's berry patch about his conflicted feelings of still wanting to be in protect mode of his own emotions and his enjoyment of growing closer to El.

Of course, the young man hadn't said it in those sorts of words. No. It had been a lot of cussing, whatever, I don't know, get off my ass, and denial of even having emotions.

But through it all, Hala could still hear within Guzma's brass words the child that had been his student that was just looking for a safe place and acceptance for who he was.

Guzma had been hiding behind a shell he'd created like a Metapod for so long but finally, Hala was seeing some hope he'd soon emerge thanks to their Champ.

He was also proud of his grandson for not saying anything about it. Hau's understanding and empathy of his adult roommate having a lot to overcome, it spoke of his maturity despite only being 13. His own Island Challenge had served him well.

El returned Guzma's sly smirk with her own endearing smile. She wasn't ashamed to admit she enjoyed this little game between them. They both knew he was planning on buying lunch since he insisted on making a bet before battling against her Pom-Pom Oricorio, Sweets.

She was starting to learn the quirks he used as a protective mechanism, it was fine with her if he wanted to act like he was getting one over on her.

Guzma wasn't one to just come out and offer to take her to lunch. Oh no, every time he did anything with her it was always framed as paying her back.

The first time this happened was when he gave her his Dawn Stone as a non-apology apology. That was back before he returned as Hala's student though.

No, this making a bet and losing on purpose game began after she'd given him that baby Joltik.

Even now his little Nugget was in his spot of honor riding on Guzma's head peering out over the bridge of his sunglasses.

A day or so later after she gave him Nugget he'd suddenly showed up at her house like whirlwind, busting through her door, insisting he had to pay her back, then dragging her to hunt Heart Scales. It had just continued from there.

"Stop holding back El, show him the power of a Champion."

Jerking, El was shocked to find her dad and Kukui walking towards them.

"Dad?!" She was completely thrown for a loop right now. "What are you doing here?"

"I decided to take some time off from my gym and come to visit you."

"But. . . .I told you. . . .Now's not a good time. I've got my title to defend, training. . . . "

Taking a deep breath she hugged Sweets against her to try and keep herself steady. "I thought we'd agreed to wait. . . until things calmed down a bit?"

"It's not like I need any special attention. I'm interested in watching your training and matches. I can point out areas you need to correct. Like right now, you need to be less timid. You're the Champion, act like it."

"Ughhhh. . . . " This was exactly why she'd been putting him off. His pushy attitude and his need to criticize everything she did. No, Jkljfhsd thanks.

Maybe a little deflect and dodge would shut him up for now.

"Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Hala. He's the kahuna of Melemele Island. His grandson Hau and I went through the Island Challenge at the same time. Guzma here is training under Hala. We all train together with Hala and help one another train our Pokemon. Everyone. . . this is my dad."

"Nice to meet you all. That's an impressive Golispod you have."

Golispod made a noise of warning towards this stranger. Both Guzma and El were giving off upset vibes. The big guy wasn't happy about that.

"He and I go way back." Guzma gave his old friend a pat on the back giving his partner a measure of reassurance that things were okay and started trying to shut down his emotions.

He'd learned studying with Hala again that Golispod was even stronger by not feeding off his negative emotions, plus it helped him control his anger problems. The last thing he wanted was to make trouble for El.

Sighing in relief that her dad complimented Guzma's Golispod she grabbed hold of it like a lifeline.

"Guzma here specializes in Bug Pokemon. His knowledge is really impressive. He's taught me a lot about Alola Bug Pokemon. I don't know of anyone else who can bring out the potential of Bug Pokemon like him."

Guzma couldn't keep his lips from turning up at hearing El praise him. Still embarrassed the hell out of him. He was about to dismiss her praise when her dad's question struck a place in him.

"Bugs huh? You don't use anything but Bugs?"

El cringed at her dad's question. Chancing a look over at Guzma she froze at the absolute blank look on Guzma's face paired with the beginnings of simmering rage in his eyes.

"If you want a future as a Champion you really need to diversify your team. Bugs can only take you so far in Pokemon Battles."

Noooo. Now he was after Guzma.

That old emotionally overwhelmed feeling she usually got when dealing with her dad was bubbling up making it hard for her to find her voice.

She shook her head. No, it didn't matter how overwhelmed she felt there was no way she was going to just stand there and allow him to push Guzma's buttons like this.

She already knew from their talks that her dad was hitting on some sensitive areas he had with his own parents.

It was one thing for her to have to deal with her dad, but Guzma shouldn't have to.

Off to the side, Hala clenched his fists.

Guzma had been making remarkable progress since returning as his student. He didn't care if this man was El's father or not he wasn't going to let anyone tear down his students. He'd made enough of those kinds of mistakes with Guzma when he was a kid.

"I'm doing just fine. . .thanks." Guzma droned; his voice was slow, calm, but cold and devoid of emotions when he answered. Shocking everyone who knew him.

The way he was speaking Hala recognized the breathing technique he'd recently taught Guzma when he couldn't get the hang of meditation.

"You might think that, but I know what I'm talking about. I've been a Gym Leader for a long time and seen my fair share of Pokemon Teams and Trainers." El's dad explained.

"If you want to be a Trainer and go as far as a Champion or Gym Leader, diversity is the key."

"Sure if you go into a Pokemon-related field it doesn't matter as much. You can also specialize after you make it to Gym Leader or Champion, but until then you'll need some powerful Pokemon that don't share all the same weakness if you're going to draw attention to yours. You have to be able to impress others with your abilities."

He didn't like the looks of this guy. This Guzma character was way too chummy with his daughter. He'd seen that smile they shared. Giving him a judgmental going over he remarked. "It also takes a certain type of person to make it."

"There's no such thing as a strong Pokemon. They've all got their own strengths and weaknesses." Guzma pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Besides having a bias towards Pokemon Types without taking into consideration things like Type, Match-Ups, Levels, Trainer abilities, or Status Effect Moves can lead to you gettin' your ass handed to you." Guzma gave him a glare then jerked his head towards Hala. "Teach here always tells us not to judge a book by it's cover."

"You have to admit I'm right, you'll never go very far if you don't diversify your Party. That would also explain while you're still just in training."

Hala was impressed by his student. His heart swelled at hearing him stand up for himself in an adult way and it seemed the things he talked about with him about actually did stick with him. He'd had enough with their visitor though.

"That's enough Dad!"

Before Hala could step in their Champ did. If looks to kill came to mind when he saw El's face glaring daggers at her father as she recalled her Pokemon to its Ball.

"I'm simply trying to give some advice to this. . . young man. You could do so much better El. . . . "

She cut in before he could finish. "Professor Kukui how about you lead the way home for us?"

"Uh sure, El." Kukui stiffly turned to head back down the path. El must have been taking lessons from his wife Burnet on how to give 'The Look' (TM).

"Sorry, everyone. I'm taking my dad back to my house, I'll talk to you all later." Striving forward she grabbed her dad's arm tightly and pulled him in the direction Kukui was walking.

Almost tripping over his own feet her dad grumbled "El, wait a moment. I was having a conversation."

"This conversation is over. Let's. . . Go . . . Dad." She growled back at him.

Once out of Iki town El silently fumed while her dad berated her for her rude behavior and how she embarrassed him.

She let him talk all he wanted. If he wasn't done showing his butt to Kukui well she wasn't happy with him right now either.

She gave him the stink eye. Someone, probably her mom would have had to contact Kukui for him to be with her dad.

Kukui looked uncomfortable. Good.

It was one thing for her to have to deal with her dad's overbearing and pushy behavior, but for him to take it out on everyone else, especially Guzma.

Everyone knew how much Guzma had changed and how hard he was still working to 'be a better person and shit' as he called it.

It was bad enough Guzma had to listen to that kind of negative stuff growing up. He didn't owe any explanation to her dad and the heck if she was going to stand around and let him talk crap to Guzma.

The three watched El practically drag her dad out of Iki Town.

Guzma was pissed off, El's dad had triggered a lot of shit he'd really rather not think about.

He'd tried to hold it together for El's sake. He sure as hell didn't want to cause her any more headaches than she already was going to have.

Once they were out of sight Guzma shoved his hands into his pockets and stomped away, his Golispod quickly followed a few steps behind.

"Guzma?" Hau called after him, moving to follow.

He stopped when his granddad grabbed his shoulder "Let's give him a moment or two first."

Hau nodded. "El's dad wasn't very nice." He commented. "Guzma really held it together back there."

Hala patted his grandson's shoulder. "Yes, I'm impressed with him too. I noticed he was using the breathing technique I taught him.."

Things were still quiet even after about a minute since Guzma had disappeared around the corner of the house giving Hala a renewed sense of hope. Perhaps armed with that new breathing technique Guzma had finally found a tool to help him work through his emotions. Anything beat him tearing up his knuckles hitting trees. "Let's go see if he wants to talk about it."

Coming around the corner the duo spotted Guzma in front of his favorite punching tree. Still working on the breathing techniques trying to control his anger. His Golispod was giving him some space.

"Guzma!" Running up to him Hau praised him. "That was awesome what you said to El's dad."

"Yes." Hala added, "I was really impressed you held your temper when dealing with him. You should be proud of how much you've grown."

Trembling Guzma muttered back "Fuck."

"What was that?" Hau asked leaning in closer.

Suddenly Guzma spun around lashing out and punched the tree "Fuck." Each punch was punctuated with another curse word. "Shit. . . . Damn. . . . Up his. . . . Arrogant ass-hat. . . . . Fuck him. . . . Fuck the Mudsdale he rode in on . . . . Fuck me . . . . Fuck me with a Toxpex . . . . Fuck me with a Toxpex sideways. . . . "

Hau leaned back towards his grandfather "Is that last one even possible?"

Flipping around to lean his back against the tree Guzma glared at Hau. "Fuck you."

"Alright Guzma, don't take it out on Hau," Hala warned him crossing his arms. "Remember it's never okay to take our anger out on others."

Baby steps also count as moving forward Hala reminded himself. At least he set a new record at holding it together before he resorted back to tree punching.

Maybe he should break down and order a heavy punch bag as Kukui suggested. He wasn't doing the trees around Iki Town any favors by allowing Guzma to continue punching them.

From on top of Guzma's head, the little Joltik that El had given him purred in concern.

Reaching up Guzma's finger trembled as he rubbed his little Nugget with the utmost gentlest touch, so different from when he was punching the palm behind him.

"Right now El's probably gettin' chewing up one side and down the other."

Bringing his finger away from his baby he clenched his fists and desperately tried to breathe through his anger. "I'm never good enough. It's my fault they’re fighting. What parent would be happy to see their kid around me."

Hala sighed, his student was always one step forward and two back. "Hele has told me her only concern with Hau being around you is picking up your choice in language." He assured him.

"Yeah, well. . . . whatever."

He always deflected when you pointed out others thought good of him.

Pushing away from the tree he asked "Damn it, are we really just going to stand around with our thumbs up our asses?"

Stepping in front of him Hala stopped him by placing his hand on his chest. "Hold up Guzma. I understand you're mad, but this is something El needs to deal with."

"What the hell old man?"

"Guzma." Hala sighed, he had no choice but to point out what he knew was actually bothering him. He quietly reminded him. "Don't confuse your dad with El's."

Hala wasn't shocked to see a drop of blood pool on Guzma's lip where he was biting it.

"Get some friends Guzma.” He snarked. “Well I got some and now I’m driving myself crazy. What if things turn bad? If I go I can protect her, it’s not like it would be the first time I had to take a hit.”

His heart went out to Guzma. He knew the young man had never been uncaring like he pretended to be. It had all been an act all along to protect himself. Even now he didn't care about himself only that his friend wasn't having to face hardship or danger. If only he’d realize how bad his student’s home life was before he’d ran away he might have been able to protect the young man from the bad choices he’d made in the past.

"I know you’re worried. I’m sorry I didn’t realize how things were for you back then.”

"Whatever. . . . It's not like it's your fault, old man." Guzma dismissed.

"Well, we can agree to disagree about how much is my fault."

Hala patted his chest. "Still we've talked about this before. About projecting onto others. Has El ever said anything about her father like that?"

"No. . . ." Looking away he admitted. "Just that he was an ass in so many words. Which he is."

Laughing Hala nodded. "Oh, I agree with you, son."

"But just for now let's trust El. If she was in danger I don't think she'd . . . . "

"What are you talking about? She's doesn’t understand the meaning of danger." Guzma ranted. "Hell, she's the kind of idiot who wanders around after dark and comes looking to have pleasant inspirational talks with people like me. And don't even get me started about all the stupid shit she did before she became Champ."

Hau smiled "Yeah . . . but that's what we all love about her."

Blinking in surprise Guzma quietly chuckled "Yeah . . . you might be right, kid."

Taking another deep breath Guzma pulled out on Ultra Ball, he recalled his Golispod, shoving it in his pocket then pushed Hala's hand off him.

"Alright. You win, I'll wait." He promised, holding out his hands to show he was giving up before shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Anything happens to her though and he'll be facing a beat down by your one and only Big Bad Guzma here." He announced strutting for Hala's house.

"And I'll help," Hau announced trailing after him. "Buuut. . . .I'm not going to save you from El when she finds out you called her an idiot."

"How's she goin' find out?"

"Simple. . . ." Hau smiled "I'll tell her."

Turning back to give him a dirty look Guzma warned him. "Do it and I'll eat all the Malasadas in the house."

Gasping in shock Hau complained. "That's playing dirty."

"You ain't figured out yet that how I roll?"

Hala fondly watched the two bicker like brothers. He knew from conversations he'd had with El when she'd asked his opinion about her father that while she had a strained relationship with him it wasn't anything like what Guzma had experienced. Though this wasn't a task she'd been looking forward to it seemed the time to set boundaries with her father was here.

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