Dragon's Shadow (Raihan x OC)

Unstoppable

Senna's POV:

The buzz around us wasn't slowing down. Every time Raihan and I stepped into the stadium together, the anticipation from the crowd felt electric. People weren't just here for the battles anymore—they wanted to see us. Together.

It was still strange, knowing that we were being watched not just for our skills, but for the bond we shared. But it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt right. We had earned this. We had built this.

And we were only getting stronger.

Today's challengers were no joke. A pair of elite Trainers from Kalos had come all the way to Galar just to face us. Their reputations preceded them—one was a specialist in Fairy-types, the other in Ice-types. They were known for their precise strategies, their ability to turn battles around in an instant.

But Raihan and I? We were ready for anything.

As we stepped into the stadium, the roar of the crowd hit us like a wave. The energy was palpable, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through me, my heart racing with excitement. Raihan stood beside me, his usual confidence radiating off him, but there was something else too—something deeper.

It wasn't just about the competition anymore. This was about proving that together, we were a force to be reckoned with.

Our opponents wasted no time. The Fairy-type specialist sent out Sylveon, while the Ice-type specialist released a powerful Weavile. Their Pokémon were sleek, fast, and ready to strike.

But Raihan and I had faced tougher. This wasn't just another battle—it was a chance to show the world how perfectly we moved together.

I called out Dragapult, its ghostly form flickering as it hovered over the battlefield, ready for my command. Raihan, as expected, sent out Duraludon, its towering presence dominating the field.

"Sylveon, Moonblast!" one of the Trainers shouted, their voice full of confidence.

"Weavile, Ice Punch!" the other added.

The attacks came fast, but we were faster.

"Dragapult, use Phantom Force!" I commanded, my voice steady.

"Duraludon, Steel Beam!" Raihan called out at the same time.

Dragapult vanished in an instant, disappearing into the shadows, while Duraludon unleashed a blinding beam of steel energy that cut across the battlefield, striking Weavile before it had a chance to land its hit. The crowd erupted in cheers as the Ice-type staggered back, clearly rattled by the power of Raihan's attack.

Meanwhile, Dragapult reappeared behind Sylveon, delivering a devastating Phantom Force that sent the Fairy-type reeling.

We didn't need to exchange words. We were in perfect sync, our Pokémon moving together like we had rehearsed this a hundred times. The battle wasn't just about winning—it was about showing our bond, about proving that together, we could take on anything.

The battle continued, with our opponents throwing everything they had at us. Weavile and Sylveon worked in tandem, their strategies sharp and precise. But no matter how hard they pushed, Raihan and I pushed harder.

"Duraludon, use Flash Cannon!" Raihan shouted, his voice filled with excitement.

I nodded, following his lead. "Dragapult, Dragon Pulse!"

The combination of our attacks was unstoppable. The sheer power of Duraludon's Flash Cannon and the speed of Dragapult's Dragon Pulse left our opponents scrambling to keep up. But it was too late.

With one final push, Sylveon and Weavile both fell, unable to withstand the relentless assault from our team. The stadium erupted in cheers, the crowd chanting our names as the announcer declared our victory.

As the crowd continued to cheer, I turned to Raihan, my heart still racing from the intensity of the battle. His smirk was firmly in place, but there was something softer in his eyes—something that told me he felt the same way I did.

We weren't just a strong team. We were unbeatable together.

Raihan stepped closer, pulling me into a hug as the roar of the crowd washed over us. "We really are unstoppable, aren't we?"

I smiled, leaning into him. "Yeah. We are."

After the battle, we found ourselves surrounded by fans and reporters, all eager to ask about our strategy, our bond, and—of course—our relationship. It was still strange, being so public about something that had started so quietly. But Raihan was right. We had nothing to hide anymore.

"So, how does it feel to be the ultimate power duo?" one reporter asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Raihan grinned, his arm draped casually around my shoulders. "It feels right. We push each other to be better. And when we're together, there's nothing we can't handle."

I nodded, feeling the truth of his words settle over me. "It's not just about battling. It's about knowing that we're stronger together."

The reporter smiled, scribbling down notes as she thanked us for the interview. As we walked away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride—not just in our victories, but in the bond we had built.

We were more than just rivals. More than just a couple.

We were a team. The ultimate power duo.