Warnings: brief talk of death Themes: pokemon, rivals, romance, family
Memory One "Haven't you read that thing to death?"
"Huh?" You reply sleepily and lift your head just enough to blink at him before it drops back into your hand as another mouthful of rice was shovelled in, chewed up and swallowed, only to be repeated as you do your best to ignore the obnoxiously bright morning person that is one Satoru "Blue" Okido. That he is already dressed for the workday ahead is but another point against him, as, boyfriend or not, morning people were evil. It isn't even 6:30 yet. No one had the right to be that awake and you know he doesn't drink coffee. Well, not if he wanted a kiss at least.
"The book?" Satoru says as he taps the thick brick of a well-read and loved book.
"Oi," she say and bat half-heartedly at the hand but don't actually manage to hit him. Damnit, and you've lost your place on the page again. Maybe there, about the number of eggs aerodactyl typically laid? Or was it about the materials used for nests? "Tryin'a read her'."
"Why?"
You roll your eyes but don't bother to answer him and shovel in another bite of food -this time with fish, and return to the start of the page. Rather than get the hint though, Satoru takes that non-answer as permission to keep asking questions. "Heh! Come on Eva, why are you reading it again?"
"Because I can...?" she deadpans with a half-asleep glare and a jab of chopsticks in his general direction, nevermind Alolan's considered it rude; why, you couldn't recall off the top of your head, but you think it has something to do with one of the local gods. Marshadoh or something. Eh. A problem for future you.
Plus, you are at home, not work, and it isn't like you have pokemon around to worry about; they've been let outside or recalled in prep for the day ahead, and you can tell he's already hooked Momo's 'ball to the belt. It sits next to Senna's.
Satoru snorts, and the next thing you know, there is a fish piece between his teeth, the glint in dark eyes smirk enough. The smirk only growd as he pops it into his mouth with a shit-eating grin. "What? you snooze you lose. Anyway, you're reading over brekkie?"
"It's not a crime," you hiss back and smack his fingers away when he comes in for another attempt. "Stop it!"
"Hey, not my fault if you're yado-brained," he says but makes no more attempts on your food.
"Am not!" You retort with a scowl.
"Are too," he says and the book - your thick, precious book on how to best care for fossil-mon- is yanked out of your field of vision.
"Hey!" You yelp as you glare up at the smirking boy. "What gives?!"
"Ha! Such a yado-brain. Maybe you should wake up before reading?" Satoru says as he sidesteps your half-lunge, the book cradled in his arms and an all too familiar smirk plastered across his face.
You don't think. In one action, you've not only loaded up the chopsticks with rice, but you've calculated the trajectory needed to miss the book and hit him. You fling the rice at him, and the flabbergasted 'Hey!' proves you've hit your mark (as does the rice on his shirt. white on black really stands out!!) and so what if you flash a smirk of your own before returning to your breakfast. Sure, it'd been childish, but so had stealing your book while she were reading it. "If you're gonna be a zubat, go get me a tea," she says around another bite of food.
"Love you too," he says as he backs out of the kitchen with a two figured salute.
It takes you a full minute to realise he's also taken your book.
Memory Two Professor Oak smile slightly. “Your mother and I spoke-”
You stare at the Professor, eyes wide. Was this why your mum had avoided the topic? Because she didn’t want to spoil the surprise? But how-
You are no-one. Agatha wouldn’t-
“Of course you’re getting one,” Satoru interrupt and you want to punch his smug, smirking face. “Like I’d let my rival start with some stupid madatsubomi or something!”
“What’s wrong with that?!” You snap back to reality with a snarl, eyes narrowing. Someone had to defend the bellsprout line from the brat known as Satoru. Never mind he’s all but confirmed you are his rival.
“Everyone knows a fushigibana outclasses utsubotto any day!”
“So what? That’s stats only!” You've seen a venasaur fall to a victreebel. It hadn’t been pretty, though; victreebel were vicious and mean and they fought dirty. Venasaur was too, but not to that level.
“You’re my rival! That’s what, Leaf-chan,” Satoru shoots back, twisting the honorific into something crass and ruder than rude. You stare at the 14-year-old. Technically, this is an abuse of the system. But the surrounding laws were also vague and so a kid guaranteed a spot could pick another to be their rival, ensuring they also had a Starter Program monster. Was this why you are getting one?
Because of his ego? You aren't the only kid who’d competed with him when and wjere they could over the years. Brown eyes narrow and Satoru’s smirk says it all: it is because of his overinflated ego. “Go and take your fushigidane!”
You pause. There is something about the way he said it, like he was so sure he knows you. Knows what you'll take, as if he’d built a whole plan around it. You want the bulbasaur with all your heart.
You’d built your team around it and decided on the pokemon you’d have that would complement it. The pokemon was a powerhouse with Special moves and everyone who followed the high-level battles and show-matches had seen the footage of Erika’s beast of a venasaur. Kadō had been likened to a living, breathing canon and was no slouch in the speed department either, and in the show match between Erika and Blaine, it’d taken down the magmortar in a brutal, hours long fight.
You want such a pokemon. It is something that would be epic and awesome. That they are easy enough to raise helps, too.
You must have hesitated too long for Satoru’s liking. “What? It’s the middle one, stupid.”
Hands fisted and one look at the smug boy beside you is enough. He wouldn’t be letting you go first if he didn’t have a plan. If you wanted a chance to withstand the plan, you need a tank, not a canon. “I know.”
At the nod from the Professor, you walk up to the desk, eye the red-white balls, smile...
Then take one with a flourish. “I’ll take this one.”
“What!? You stinker!”
You merely smile. You like your choice; it is a good one even if it isn’t what you really wanted. But you refuse to play into his hands; you aren't some weak-willed woman unable to stand up to some stupid bossy boy.
“Fine! I’ll take this one!” Satoru hisses as he snatches up his pokemon with a thunderous expression. “It looks stronger than yours, anyway!”
Eva | Fenix
Themes: pokemon, rivals, romance, family
Memory One "Haven't you read that thing to death?"
"Huh?" You reply sleepily and lift your head just enough to blink at him before it drops back into your hand as another mouthful of rice was shovelled in, chewed up and swallowed, only to be repeated as you do your best to ignore the obnoxiously bright morning person that is one Satoru "Blue" Okido. That he is already dressed for the workday ahead is but another point against him, as, boyfriend or not, morning people were evil. It isn't even 6:30 yet. No one had the right to be that awake and you know he doesn't drink coffee. Well, not if he wanted a kiss at least.
"The book?" Satoru says as he taps the thick brick of a well-read and loved book.
"Oi," she say and bat half-heartedly at the hand but don't actually manage to hit him. Damnit, and you've lost your place on the page again. Maybe there, about the number of eggs aerodactyl typically laid? Or was it about the materials used for nests? "Tryin'a read her'."
"Why?"
You roll your eyes but don't bother to answer him and shovel in another bite of food -this time with fish, and return to the start of the page. Rather than get the hint though, Satoru takes that non-answer as permission to keep asking questions. "Heh! Come on Eva, why are you reading it again?"
"Because I can...?" she deadpans with a half-asleep glare and a jab of chopsticks in his general direction, nevermind Alolan's considered it rude; why, you couldn't recall off the top of your head, but you think it has something to do with one of the local gods. Marshadoh or something. Eh. A problem for future you.
Plus, you are at home, not work, and it isn't like you have pokemon around to worry about; they've been let outside or recalled in prep for the day ahead, and you can tell he's already hooked Momo's 'ball to the belt. It sits next to Senna's.
Satoru snorts, and the next thing you know, there is a fish piece between his teeth, the glint in dark eyes smirk enough. The smirk only growd as he pops it into his mouth with a shit-eating grin. "What? you snooze you lose. Anyway, you're reading over brekkie?"
"It's not a crime," you hiss back and smack his fingers away when he comes in for another attempt. "Stop it!"
"Hey, not my fault if you're yado-brained," he says but makes no more attempts on your food.
"Am not!" You retort with a scowl.
"Are too," he says and the book - your thick, precious book on how to best care for fossil-mon- is yanked out of your field of vision.
"Hey!" You yelp as you glare up at the smirking boy. "What gives?!"
"Ha! Such a yado-brain. Maybe you should wake up before reading?" Satoru says as he sidesteps your half-lunge, the book cradled in his arms and an all too familiar smirk plastered across his face.
You don't think. In one action, you've not only loaded up the chopsticks with rice, but you've calculated the trajectory needed to miss the book and hit him. You fling the rice at him, and the flabbergasted 'Hey!' proves you've hit your mark (as does the rice on his shirt. white on black really stands out!!) and so what if you flash a smirk of your own before returning to your breakfast. Sure, it'd been childish, but so had stealing your book while she were reading it. "If you're gonna be a zubat, go get me a tea," she says around another bite of food.
"Love you too," he says as he backs out of the kitchen with a two figured salute.
It takes you a full minute to realise he's also taken your book.
Memory Two Professor Oak smile slightly. “Your mother and I spoke-”
You stare at the Professor, eyes wide. Was this why your mum had avoided the topic? Because she didn’t want to spoil the surprise? But how-
You are no-one. Agatha wouldn’t-
“Of course you’re getting one,” Satoru interrupt and you want to punch his smug, smirking face. “Like I’d let my rival start with some stupid madatsubomi or something!”
“What’s wrong with that?!” You snap back to reality with a snarl, eyes narrowing. Someone had to defend the bellsprout line from the brat known as Satoru. Never mind he’s all but confirmed you are his rival.
“Everyone knows a fushigibana outclasses utsubotto any day!”
“So what? That’s stats only!” You've seen a venasaur fall to a victreebel. It hadn’t been pretty, though; victreebel were vicious and mean and they fought dirty. Venasaur was too, but not to that level.
“You’re my rival! That’s what, Leaf-chan,” Satoru shoots back, twisting the honorific into something crass and ruder than rude. You stare at the 14-year-old. Technically, this is an abuse of the system. But the surrounding laws were also vague and so a kid guaranteed a spot could pick another to be their rival, ensuring they also had a Starter Program monster. Was this why you are getting one?
Because of his ego? You aren't the only kid who’d competed with him when and wjere they could over the years. Brown eyes narrow and Satoru’s smirk says it all: it is because of his overinflated ego. “Go and take your fushigidane!”
You pause. There is something about the way he said it, like he was so sure he knows you. Knows what you'll take, as if he’d built a whole plan around it. You
want the bulbasaur with all your heart.
You’d built your team around it and decided on the pokemon you’d have that would complement it. The pokemon was a powerhouse with Special moves and everyone who followed the high-level battles and show-matches had seen the footage of Erika’s beast of a venasaur. Kadō had been likened to a living, breathing canon and was no slouch in the speed department either, and in the show match between Erika and Blaine, it’d taken down the magmortar in a brutal, hours long fight.
You want such a pokemon. It is something that would be epic and awesome. That they are easy enough to raise helps, too.
You must have hesitated too long for Satoru’s liking. “What? It’s the middle one, stupid.”
Hands fisted and one look at the smug boy beside you is enough. He wouldn’t be letting you go first if he didn’t have a plan. If you wanted a chance to withstand the plan, you need a tank, not a canon. “I know.”
At the nod from the Professor, you walk up to the desk, eye the red-white balls, smile...
Then take one with a flourish. “I’ll take this one.”
“What!? You stinker!”
You merely smile. You like your choice; it is a good one even if it isn’t what you really wanted. But you refuse to play into his hands; you aren't some weak-willed woman unable to stand up to some stupid bossy boy.
“Fine! I’ll take this one!” Satoru hisses as he snatches up his pokemon with a thunderous expression. “It looks stronger than yours, anyway!”
Memory Three "Stay here." Her voice was firm yet soft as she stood. Yet Atsu's hands stubbornly clung to her and her face was little more than a mask of fear, while Hisa had all but buried herself against Atsu's back. At least they'd stopped clinging to 'Nona or Erin's flareon and gods and myths Eva envied her parents luck to be out on a date, but, at the same time, it was better she'd been here. Yet she wished they didn't have to go through this for the second time this season. Worse yet, the cold was forecasted to last another jun and gods only knew what that'd bring.
But that was for later. Her chest was tight and tears burned her eyes as she unhooked the tiny hands from her pants with hands steady from a lifetime of bravery in the face of overwhelming fear. "Eripi'll look after you. I-"
"I don't her! I want you!" Atsu cried with a shake of her head as she tried to latch back on. "Stay! Please!"
"Atsu..." Eva said with a suppressed sigh as she gently caught the seven-year-old's hands in her own. Tiny. Fragile. A reminder of why she'd join her mum and dad. Why she'd volunteered for this. Because as much as she wanted to stay and protect her baby sisters, to be in that line of defence with Erin, she was an ex-Champion -three years since, but once a Champion, always a Champion- and her duty was on the frontlines. "I have to help look for Jenna-chan."
And that was the wrong thing to say. Both girls burst into tears and Eva gathered her sisters up in her arms with a helpless look at Erin, who shook her head with an understanding grin. Eva swallowed but it only left a lump in her throat. "I'm sorry. I have to go."
"I want to help!" Hisa whined.
"You can," Eva said softly as she extracted herself yet again. "Stay with Eripi and Atsu."
"But-"
"Eripi's as good as me- she's got a full-set too," Eva said with a nod toward the friend she'd do anything for.
"I do!" Erin nodded with a grin and flash of her clear top badge case. "I also have an ēfi on me and she can teleport."
"Ahh? Really?" Hisa said from behind Atsu, eyes wide with wonder and awe and Eva mentally grinned, not that she blamed at the 4-year-old, teleporting espeon where a sight to see. "Can we see?"
"When we get to the huddle point where everyone's gathered," Erin said as she took both children's hands and tugged them closer. "And, before you know it, E-chan'll be back with Jenna-chan."
"Yeah," Eva said brightly. Yet the words where ash and dust in her mouth, yet she needed them to be calm and brave and not terrified for the lives of those headed out into the cold of a winter night. Was this how her parents had felt? Yes, gods, yes. But, hopefully, they'd find Jenna alive, Yet given the eerie, bone-chilling laughter on the wind and the trainer in custody down at the town station, it was far more likely they were looking for a body and Eva hated it. Hate that, of all the ghost-types to lose control over, it had to have been this one.
Froslass.
At least 'Nona had the upper hand against the ice-ghost and her voice croaked as she forced out a: "Furīzā guard you. Go!"
"Your heart is fire," Erin said in return as she scooped the children up, one to an arm, and hurried off, flareon on her heels as she raced towards the huddle point set up in the hall of Masara Primary. Eva watched them go before she turned to 'Nona.
It took her three tries to find her voice and she did it, it was cracked and hoarse. "Let's go find the body."
Because it would be a body they found and gods, let it be a simple case of not enough training and not a case of wild-caught. Please...