FieryFafar

   I love her.   Crimson eyes were fixed at the light that lit up his once darkened heart. Fingers perfectly intertwined together like perfect puzzle pieces. Sometimes his thumb would brush the smooth surface of her skin. Sometimes her hand would give his own a gentle, reassuring squeeze.   He loved her smile.   “Skitty, look!” Hazel eyes beamed at the beautiful lights of Wyndon’s famous Ferris wheel. A smile so wide that it could rival the sun, Kotone started tugging her husband towards the amusement ride. It was a Saturday night, and people and Pokémon were buzzing in various lively manners. Luckily for the coup

  The warmth felt soothing in the tent.  Slumber released its grip on Bede first. A yawn escaped his mouth. One arm stretched to the side, in which he then flinched to feel the ache on his back. Though the tent was perfectly cosy, the Gym Leader groaned stubbornly to feel a faint flash of light through the clothed window.  Right. Right!  Realization of last night dawned upon him like a splash of cold water. Quickly he looked to the side, pupils shrunk then dilated at the sight of snoozing woman. Her head comfortably rested on his bare chest. One arm was draped around his stomach, while the other stretched downwards between her body and

   This was absolutely ridiculous.   Unheard of. Unbelievable. Utterly unthinkable.   And yet here he was.   Standing in the middle of Lake of Outrage. Watching in baffled daze as the women a few steps away worked and moved her way to the set up her—their—camp.   Well, to be precise, she was technically setting up her camp. His own tent was still tucked inside his backpack while hers had been neatly arranged and formed in one of the open fields. All 6 of her Pokémon were out from the moment he arrived, all either hopping or running or even sparring with one another like a bunch of baby Pokémon.   Dangerous baby

   For a place so bright, Hibiki is sure seeing stars.   “Ugh…” The throbbing in his head doesn’t seem to stop. One hand rests on the side of his temple. Another groan slips weakly through quivered lips. “What happened…?” Grey eyes blink once and twice to register his surroundings. Bright light seems to tamper with his sight, but the man soon realizes that it is no longer the light from something mysterious; rather, it is the light from the sun.   “What?” Stupor still clutches his rationality. Slowly he sits up, though utterly thankful that the dizziness is dissipating.   “Hibi

   Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin.   Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar.   Beep! Beep!   Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokég

   Silence hummed its melancholic melody. The stars above remained glinting, sparkling, baring as witnesses for the two teenagers that sat in still discomfort. One had her focus given to the bandaged wrist. One had his gaze torn away from such a pitiful, pitiful sight.   None had said a word for the past 17 minutes. The sounds of ticks and tocks echoed in their minds. Her hands, delicate as they looked, skilfully applied the bandage with such precision. Sometimes he flinched at the accidental pressure, but nothing more as the boy continued to tear his gaze from such a tender touch. Her lips would often mouth an apology, and she continued on

   Cold.   He feels too cold.   His skin feels as if it is about to be ripped apart. The tiny hairs on each arm and leg stand up straight, too straight, until he feels as if they are about to be plucked upwards all at once. The single body shivered fast, then faster, and faster, until he stopped by a single slam of a heartbeat.   Silver eyes stare emptily at a pair of hands.   Both palms are cold. Too cold. Fingers are bony to the brim. The trembles just keep happening, mocking him, taunting him, forcing him to gaze upon the failure he has become.   His vision then blurs. His throat aches as voice tries so hard to ripple out of him.

1. Pregame Silver “Silver,” Arms gently rubbing her arms, she scooted a bit closer, “I’m cold.” Silver, who only growled at the violent thunderstorm outside the Pokémon Center, only cast a glare at the girl by his side. “Well shit Kotone I can’t control the weather.” Coldly he responded before casually sliding his butt farther from her. Although she could have guessed his reaction, it still hurt her little to obtain such a rude response. “Fine then.” Lips pursed to a tiny frown, she pulled herself up from the sofa and quietly marched her way to find her Typhlosion. Silver on