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The Set-Up || Fire and Leaf

Leaf didn’t take dating advice from anyone. Nobody knew what she wanted better than she did, and therefore nobody was qualified to give advice on that subject.

Which was why when she went to visit Bill and he told her he knew a nice young man that she might be interested in, Leaf wanted to roll her eyes and tell Bill to mind his own business. He was a smart guy, but out of all the people who didn’t get to tell her about how to conduct her own personal life, Bill’s credentials in that area were laughable- nonexistent, even.

But Leaf’s mind switched immediately when she remembered exactly who she was dealing with: Bill Sonezaki. Harmless, manipulable Bill Sonezaki. Anyone who associated with Bill was probably just as harmless and manipulable, and possibly even as rich. This was probably a man whose heart (and wallet) Leaf could chew up and swallow.

"I’ll give him a chance," was the answer she finally decided on, and that’s why she found herself sitting at a high table in a Celadon bar and grill lazily swirling her straw around in her ice water (she refused to pay for anything. This was supposed to be a date, after all).

The man wasn’t late. Leaf preferred to be early, so she could take note of her surroundings and be more comfortable in them. Although this was supposed to be a date, Leaf had only one object in mind: a free meal, a few nice complements, and then another broken heart in the long line of men that she could look down her nose at and whisper, “sorry not sorry.”

Save the bartender and the waiter, there was nobody else in the place. Bill had chosen a strange time to meet. It was the middle of the afternoon, too late for lunch and too early for dinner.

But it was getting to be that time, and soon Leaf would grow impatient. She loved to be early, but that meant she hated when others were late.

Just as she was about to complain to herself out loud, someone pushed open the door of the bar and grill. She sat up straight, crossed her legs, and fixed her eyes on the door with her sweetest smile.

But that smile soon turned into a look of disgust and panic when she got a good look at the guy walking through the door, and the stifling stench of Pallet filled the room. And it was then that Leaf cursed herself for never bothering to ask Bill anything about who she would be seeing this afternoon.

"You!"

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Fire didn't take dating advice from anyone. Of course, that partially stemmed from the fact that he didn't date as a rule of thumb. Dating someone only gave them more chances to untangle his complex web of lies and to follow the thread back to who he really was. And he couldn't have that happening.

So when Bill suggested that he and a lovely young lady that he might get along well with should go on a date some time, Fire's first instinct was to shoot Bill a glance that bluntly said 'no'. But sometime between when he shot that glance and Bill picked up on it, his mind shifted. This was Bill Sonezaki. Gentle. Soft-spoken. Had a bit of a Southern Belle charm about him, and if he had been a girl (or even just not so affluent in Kanto), he would have definitely already had his way with the pokemaniac. And, well, he had to assume that Bill hung around people not too unlike him.

He shifted that gaze into a more curious one-- and that was the gaze that Bill had picked up on. After all... just because he was going on a date, didn't mean that he'd have to continue dating. He could flash her a smile that spread like butter, promise her some sweet nothings, and then proceed to catch the next ship to Unova, adding her number to his block list, and going on with his life. It was somewhat of a sad existence, but it was Fire's, so he wasn't about to complain.

A few days later Bill had contacted him, saying that plans were set to meet at one of the more well-known bars in Celadon. Fire didn't like that bar much-- mostly because the manager had been very firm when he told Fire that it didn't matter who he was, he was under the legal drinking age and he wasn't getting a drink. He would have much preferred a quieter, more hidden away pub-- after all, how was this date supposed to go if he couldn't buy her a drink, and then three or four more? But whatever, he decided. He was handsome. He was suave. He'd be able to woo any young lady that he was set up with, tipsy or not.

The young man finally arrived at the bar a few minutes after the designated meeting time. He did not want to be the one to have to wait for his date. Other people were meant to wait for him, not vice-versa. His charizard landed with little fanfare, allowing his trainer to slip off of his back. Fire, in turn, returned his starter with a certain haste about him-- really, he didn't want to draw any more attention to himself than necessary.

He removed his cap, smoothed out his hair, and placed the cap back on his head. He fixed the collar on his shirt. He stretched his arms behind his back, stretched his neck to the side, and finally-- finally-- pushed through the door.

It took his eyes a moment to adjust to the dimly-lit room. The first thing he noticed was the astounding lack of people. Was he still too early? Crap. It was too late to turn back now. But a second later he saw a blur of colour as it shifted in his peripherals. He put on one of his most charming smiles and turned his head in the stranger's general direction--

Oh. Oh crap.

Oh crap oh crap oh crap, he thought as he stood there, every muscle in his body stiffening at once. Oh crap oh crap, he thought as he decided to pretend that he didn't see Leaf and just march right on up to the bar as if that had been his plan all along. Oh crap, he thought as he saw the same manager who threatened to kick him out last time he was here. Craaaaap, he thought as he stiffly turned around, marching almost robotically towards the table where Leaf was sitting.

"I'm going to sit here," said Fire, voice hushed and low. And sit here he did, leaning back in the chair as a forced show of comfort. He and Leaf were friends, yes. Friends who hadn't even spoken to each other in years-- not since before Fire won and subsequently lost the Championship. Now was not exactly the time he wanted to catch up. Actually... he didn't want to catch up ever.

"Cover me," he continued in that hushed voice, casting a quick glance at the manager behind the bar. "I'll be out of your hair when my--" he faltered, reluctant to refer to anyone as a date. "--friend... gets here."

Then Fire laughed as if Leaf had said something charmingly witty and hilarious. "It's been far too long," he drawled, loud enough for the manager to hear. "I've missed you so much. Tell me, how's your grandmother doing?"

Fire didn't even know if Leaf had a grandmother. "Say that she died," he muttered to her. And then, with an almost imperceptible gesture towards the manager and bartender, he added, "break their hearts."

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And there’s nothing I can do I just gravitate towards you You’re pulling on me like the moon I just wanna get you sideways I say anything I can To get me more than just a dance Tell me where to put my hands You know that you could be my favorite one-night stand.

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Familiar Strangers || Fire & Misty

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Misty’s emotions were boiling over. There was no calming her down. Though, the anger had subdued, and all she felt was the deep ache in her chest that often came along with heart break. No, it wasn’t just broken, it was shattered. Obliterated. She couldn’t fathom why her parents thought today of all days was the perfect time to tell her, and why they just hadn’t told her from the start.

The girl was pretty sure she was alone. Who would dare stick around after her blowup? She was talking to no one but herself when she would whimper “why?” under her breath in between her sniveling and choking. Who she was expecting the answer from, she didn’t know. She was at a loss. Was there even an answer for all of this? More specifically, was there an answer that would make things better?

She was eager to find out, but she stormed out of her parents’ house due to the fact that she couldn’t bare to hear about anything else on the matter at the moment. She clearly wasn’t ready to find out the rest. She needed to let this sink in first, and let her feelings on the matter, out.

This alone was a lot. It brought tons of questions to the table, but then again, it also answered many questions that she had been wondering about for years. The one that really stuck to her was the brash words Violet said to her a while back.

“You’ll never be a Waterflower.”

At that moment, she knew exactly what Violet meant. What else could it mean? From her sister’s remark, Misty could infer that her sisters were aware, as well. This was why they never accepted her. It wasn’t because of something as trivial as different interests, or because she was the youngest. She really wasn’t one of them. She never would be.

Suddenly, startling voice that clearly wasn’t her own let her know that there was someone else there, not only that, but they had been around for quite some time. Probably the entire time.

She could tell that, not only from his snippy tone, but since he didn’t leave as she ordered, this guy was very well possibly a complete jerk. She decided it was best to spare him the details, as if he cared to really hear them anyway.

Her face, although now scowled with annoyance, showed just how upset she had been only minutes earlier. She at least attempted to clean herself up a bit. She allowed her face to dry by pulling her hair up into her signature side-ponytail.

"What’s it to ya? I thought I told you all to leave!”

Upon looking at the boy’s face, he looked only slightly familiar. She couldn’t recall if it was from a gym battle, a date, or if he was just a friend of a friend of a friend. With an attitude like that, she was sure she would had never associated with him.

"Who are you, anyway? One of my sisters’ boy toys? Can’t you see they’re gone, too?! Get lost!"

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In one very swift moment, the girl went from carrot-top to Gym Leader.

"...!" said the verbose trainer, feeling the muscles in his body go rigid all at once. It was amazing how well he remembered that hairstyle of hers. In fact, it looked almost exactly as it had when they battled, all those years ago.

Had he been a more talkative person, he may have blurted out her name in shock. Instead, however, it simply echoed around the chambers in his mind, repeating with various levels of intensity.

Had he found out that she was Misty before, when he was just another face in the crowd, he would have been fine. He would have marked her down as just another individual to stay away from, and all would have been well. But here-- when it was only the two of them-- there was no backing out. No running away.

He took a deep breath as she snapped at him, taking in just how upset she looked. She'd been crying. He could tell by the puffiness. And now she was scowling at him and expecting an answer.

Fire crafted a response as quickly as he could. "I didn't realize that you had the authority to clear the grounds, Misty," he said, and he inwardly winced as he used her name subconsciously. Outwardly, his expression hardly even changed. Maybe if he handled this well, he'd be able to get out without too much further confrontation--

No, too late. She was demanding to know who he was. How much lying could Fire get away with in this situation? He decided to play it safe.

"Nathaniel," he said, and it wasn't technically a lie. "Nathaniel Macavoy."

As much as he resented being called anyone's boy toy, he also resented being told to get lost. So in subtle defiance, he took a step closer to the redhead, trying to keep focused on her instead of on the vast expanse of water.

"You never answered me," he said. "What's wrong."

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Familiar Strangers || Fire & Misty

July 24th was a day celebrated all throughout Cerulean. Whether it was because the citizens truly cared, or just saw it as another excuse to drink up. Either way, it was Misty’s birthday. In fact, not just any other birthday, this year she was turning eighteen, or, as she liked to call it, “becoming a woman.” A seemingly big, but not entirely all that she expected it to be, step in her life. Now she could go to clubs, stay out late without having to find an excuse, flirt with men. No, wait. She did most of those things already. Either way, it was her birthday, and she was going to party like there’s no tomorrow regardless. Because after today, she believed her life was going to change drastically.

And oh, will it change.

The party was held at her parents’ place, which she was all for, considering they had a large fenced in yard, providing a pool, and irreplaceable home cooking by her father on the grill. Not just people in Cerulean were invited, but anyone who was, well, anyone! Invites were sent out a month prior to make sure people had time to make preparations to come, which turns out nicely. There was a considerably big crowd consisting of Kanto and Johto League members, close friends, exes (that she was on good terms with), and close family. Good people. All except for a specific group that was pretty much obligated to come— her sisters.

Yep, the gang was all there. The Sensational Sisters, Daisy, Violet, and Lily. And they were certainly making sure it was known that they were there. They even went the extra length to invite some of their own friends, to Misty’s party. Talk about rude. They still went to fraternize with Misty’s friends, if even just to spite their younger sister. Misty, however, tried to turn a blind eye to it all. This day was far too special for them to spoil. Plus, after years of tolerance, she’d become quite good at ignoring them.

Misty was spending most of her time in the pool, which wasn’t much of a surprise to the guests. She had everything brought to her by the poolside. Her food, drink, even greetings in the form of hugs. Once she began to notice her skin getting a little on the pruney side, she decided it was time to get out and walk around to spend time with the non-swimmers at the party.

As she walked about, she realized her parents weren’t outside, and although it was nice to be able to get away with a few things that she wouldn’t be able to if they were around, it was odd. They usually liked to be a part of the festivities. Maybe they were stocking back up on food? No, the tables were full of hamburgers, hot dogs, chips, and drinks for everyone. Perhaps it was just too hot for them, but they could have easily cooled off in the pool. Curiosity overwhelmed Misty, and she decided to go find out for herself, and to make sure something wasn’t wrong.

She grabbed a towel, drying herself off enough to not dribble water onto the carpet then pulled the slide door open enough for her to squeeze her way inside, seeing her father leaning his back against the counter as her mother sat at the dinner table, both having concerned faces. Misty stopped just in front of the door and the wave of bad energy hit her as they both looked at her with their melancholy eyes. She reached back to grab the handle of the door as she spoke uneasily “I can go..”

“No, actually, we were just talking about you, sweetheart." Rose said, almost cutting Misty’s short words off. "I think you should sit down.”

Misty gave a quick nod and inched over, sitting across from her mother as Frank had a seat beside Rose, clasping his hands together in front of him on the table and flashed a tight, hardly believable smile. “We can hardly believe you’re already eighteen, you know. Our youngest little girl is almost fully grown.”

Misty blurted out quick laugh “Almost? I’d say I am now!”

Frank shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “You thought you were grown long before you turned eighteen, anyway. But listen, we have a few things we’ve been meaning to tell you that we’ve waited to do for far too long. It’s about time we told you, since you’re an ‘adult’ and all, right?”

Misty’s expression and overall mood suddenly dropped. She was all for doing tons of adult things, but she suddenly realized that maybe she wasn’t quite ready. Not for this news at least. Her parents’ cheery personalities were nowhere to be found in them at the moment. The last time she had seen them like this was when her great uncle had passed. As if the dull mood of the room wasn’t enough, Misty noticed a glint in her mother’s eye. Rose was fighting back tears. The girl’s chest began to feel tight, not knowing what to expect. Her parents had been keeping something from her for years, but what on earth was it?

Frank’s hands clenched a little tighter, no longer able to look Misty in the eye, staring into the dark mahogany dining table. “You are our little girl, you know that.”

Misty nodded once, although it went unseen.

———

The party outside carried on, as lively as it had been before the hostess went inside. The other three sisters were doing a good job at keeping everyone entertained with schmoozing and flirty giggles. So good that not many people noticed Misty wasn’t even out there. But everyone all at once realized when she was back out, due to the screen door suddenly flinging open, Misty storming out as soon as the doorway was open, then slammed it back shut.

"Party’s over! I want everyone gone! Go home!"

She was steaming with tears filling her eyes. People saw how clearly upset she was, the radio being the first thing coming to a silence. Not much was said amongst the group as they all formed a two-by-two line out of the fenced in yard. Misty waited for the crowd to disperse before leaving herself, heading back to her gym. She needed to cool down, and the best place she could think of was her own pool.

As she headed back, at first, she let go because she suspected no one was around watching, but eventually became so worked up, she didn’t care if anyone could see.

How could her family lie to her like this, and for all these years?

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Fire hadn't been personally invited to the party. In fact, he only heard about it through a Trainer who challenged Brock's Gym, and heard him being asked to attend by none other than Sensational Sister Number Two: Violet.

Now, under normal circumstances, women like the Sensational Sisters Three would not be Fire's type. They were older than him, and they were used to attention, and he knew very well that he would end up at their mercy.

But they were still gorgeous. It would be nigh-on blasphemous for any Kantonian to deny that. And since the Trainer said that Brock heard Violet say that it was a pool party, who was Fire to deny himself the simple pleasure of viewing the Sensational Sisters in their swimsuits?

So on July twenty fourth, Fire made his grand return to Kanto... as inconspicuously as possible. He had no misconceptions-- he hadn't been left uninvited by accident. The Indigo League wanted him out. He just wasn't polite enough to respect that desire.

He arrived at the party without fanfare, his usual attire replaced with something much more acceptable for a pool party. He had no intentions of swimming, of course. He already had enough trepidation just being near a pool. He just liked to think that his usual attire would be recognizable by everyone there.

Fire didn't know who the party was for, and he didn't really care to find out. He was perfectly comfortable just taking a seat on a lounge chair, underneath an umbrella, a short distance away from the juice bar, a Dratini Sunrise (one of those frilly little girly drinks that he had a guilty pleasure for) in hand. And from there, he people-watched.

Mostly girls, of course-- but there was the occasional good-looking guy that wasn't exempt from Fire's relentless gaze. Not that they noticed, of course-- Fire did an impeccable job of blending into the scenery.

Only when a young carrot-topped girl burst out of the house, screaming and wailing like some sort of child, did Fire move at all. He stirred, sitting up slightly as he narrowed his eyes at the girl. He had been relaxing, for goodness' sake. That wasn't something that he had the chance to do much, anymore.

He didn't recognize carrot-top as Misty, of course. The last time he had seen her had to be five or six years ago. And she'd grown up a lot since then. (But then again, so had he).

All he knew was that everyone was listening to her for some Mew-forsaken reason. Why would they do that? Everyone was having such a nice time until carrot-top had to throw a hissy fit and ruin everything.

Fire was not usually one to abide by such thoughts. But then again, he usually didn't drink Dratini Sunrises.

So after everyone left, and it was just Fire and little carrot-top with her back turned, he silently rose from his position on the shaded lounge chair. His footsteps matched hers subconsciously, so that even if she were more alert she wouldn't be able to detect him by that alone.

But as she ventured too close to the pool for Fire's liking, he slowed to a stop. This would have to do, he decided. He didn't know what carrot-top was capable of. She was much smaller than him, so probably nothing too dangerous... but she would be more than capable of knocking him into the water if she caught him off guard.

"What's your problem?" he asked, his tone biting and harsh.

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Tourist Trouble II Caitlin & Fire

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Perhaps enduring the perplexed and huffy faces of who knows how many strangers would have been the path better taken. But that option was no longer available to Caitlin, whose psychic powers, marvelous and stupendous as they were, didn’t extend to time travel or rewinding scenes. For now, she was stuck with a boy whom, within the first millisecond of their encounter, she had already ridiculed herself in front of. Gosh, that must’ve been a new record somewhere. On the bright side, it was simply another thing to add to her list of credentials.

Caitlin: ex-Battle Castle owner, Unova Elite Four, psychic prowess, and now, record holder.

As distressed as she was, Fire didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, well, that was even better! Fire responded back with the poise of a gentleman. He didn’t laugh, he didn’t scoff, he didn’t do anything that would have remotely reminded Caitlin of her aggressive gaffe. Clothing style aside, he was a gentleman through and through. Not just that, but his voice! Smooth and suave, he was a crooner, Caitlin decided. The blonde had begun to settle down in his presence until he placed his fingers on her chin. Her chin.

Most girls would swoon over being touched in such a way. Blah blah blah, the only reaction that managed to come out of Caitlin was her fists clenching. She didn’t know it now, but her fingernails were leaving deep, white crescents on the palms of her hands. Thankfully, her hands were down by her side, where the folds of her dress were obscuring them from Fire’s probing eyes.

One could say the little blossom of infatuation that had welled up inside of her for him just died a bit. That’s not to say that she wasn’t open to liking him as a friend or that her shallow, physical attraction to him was completely gone – just that her defenses were back to where they were.

Only now had it struck to Caitlin now that she was in a foreign region - without a physical bodyguard. Her time spent being sheltered and pampered by the League was probably the culprit for her dwindling common sense.

But then again, did she really want Darach to come lecture the poor young man as though he were her father? Or for her Gallade to dice Fire’s hands? Unwarranted chin touches it was.

“You’re correct in that regard,” Caitlin nodded, once her chins were hand-free. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Fire.” Now that the formalities out of the way they could finally get the expedition up and running. Cinnabar Map in hand, the island didn’t have many distinguishable features. Thus, Caitlin spent a good deal of time trying to remember the location of the island’s landmarks and features before coming to the conclusion that she was, indeed, holding the map upside down.

“Seeing as how there aren’t any grass patches,” Caitlin began, fumbling to turn the map around, “we could go about this expedition a few ways. The town hub, the volcano, the sea even.”

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A slave to his own habits, Fire watched almost helplessly as he took in the girl's gaze. There was a certain uneasiness that was clear in her eyes, only for it to be steeled over a moment later. Fire knew that he was responsible. And he loved it. He hated that he loved it.

He removed his hand from her chin before the touch lingered on for too long. Oh, she was a cute one.

He was unable to keep a smirk from spreading across his face as she poured over the upside-down map. Without a word-- as Fire really was quite rarely one for verbal communication-- he reached out to help her flip the map around. He made sure to brush against her hands with his own.

"..." he said verbosely as he took his options into consideration. The town hub would be bustling with tourists, he was sure. While normally he wouldn't mind the crowd, as he was sure he would blend into the background... this was Cinnabar Island. It was no more than a hop, a skip, and a jump from his home town.

He didn't like his odds.

The volcano would be hot, he was sure. And the sea... well, the sea was wet and deep and filled with water.

"The volcano, I suppose," he said. It was the lesser of the three evils. Careful to keep his poker face (although it was hardly a conscious action after all these years), his gaze swept the map in order to find out where they had to go.

Then he glanced up from the map. Heading towards the big volcano that was visible from any point on the island might not be a bad idea.

He tilted his head in the direction of the volcano, in a way to silently say 'let's go'. At the very least, the volcano looked relatively devoid of travelers or tourists. Maybe they could be alone up there.

Alone for what, wondered the devious voice in the back of Fire's head.

Maybe Caitlin would notice Fire's shoulders hunch, just slightly, at the thought.

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For The Ladies;

Ah, the busy, bustling streets of Unova's Castelia City. Perhaps the only place that Fire could be surrounded on all sides by people... and yet feel so utterly, completely alone.

He liked that a lot.

For contrary to popular belief, Fire was not a socialite. He did not enjoy the company of loud, boisterous people. Probably the only person he'd enjoy the company of would be an exact clone of himself. He liked being alone and passed by and ignored. In fact, after a while all of the noises of the city blended together to make an unexpectedly soothing track of white noise. People talking and laughing and yelling became little more than a hum. A hum that Fire didn't have to pay attention to.

And in turn, he himself became part of that hum. No one paid him any mind. No one recognized him (save for one particularly tall fellow with hair and attire straight out of the seventies, who had him mistaken for someone else). And most importantly of all, no one tried to talk to him.

Indeed, Fire never thought he would find solace in one of the world's biggest cities. And yet, here he was.

It wasn't all that different from having a pokemon journey, in fact. There were kids trying to challenge him to a pokemon battle. There were shops and a pokemon center and towers that just begged an evil organization to come and take over. And there was adventure to be had at every turn!

For the first time, his wandering heart had led him to exactly where he wanted to go.

And since wandering is what Fire seems to do best, he decided to continue to do so. He wandered into buildings and down side streets and all over the city. And when he got bored, he simply hailed a taxi and went somewhere else. Fire didn't know where he was, or where he was going, and he loved it.

The second time that the taxi dropped him off, he stepped out into a rather well-organized mob of people, by the city's standards. In fact... upon closer inspection, it turned out to be not a mob, but a line. A line for what, Fire wondered. And so he followed the line to the front (accompanied by a very angry "hey jackass! Wait your turn like the rest of us!" and a not-as-angry "no cuts no buts no coconuts, mister!"). And at the end of the line, he found an ice cream stand.

Well, Fire liked ice cream. So he followed the line back to where it ended. The no cuts, no buts, no coconuts rule was one that he always prided himself in following.

The line moved quickly enough, and before Fire knew it people were lining up behind him. He was, once again, no more than a face in the crowd.

And then he was up to order. As much as he wanted to try the CasteliaCone that the place was named after, they were out of coconut ice cream. So he had to settle for the not-as-renowned CasteliaPop. Oh well, he shrugged, as he exchanged a handful of poke for his frozen treat.

He stepped away from the line and leaned against the side of the nearby building, still close enough to the ice cream stand to take in its pleasant hum.

He had only just started eating his treat when he realized that the pleasant hum was being slowly tainted with escalated yelling. Fire's jaw set. A coconut CasteliaPop was not meant to be eaten in the presence of people yelling.

How rude, he scoffed. He really wanted to enjoy this treat ignored, passed by, and alone.

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I-I-It's so big!

"Don't act so surprised," he growled, low and dangerous. "And get to work."

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Tourist Trouble II Caitlin & Fire

It should come as no surprise that Caitlin liked to stay in her comfort zone. It was predictable, comfy, and safe. Just like the folds of a good ol’ security blanket. But like everything and everyone else in this world, she changed. She had to. No longer could she be the sheltered, privileged little girl she used to be because she had made an important discovery— that the world was filled with a bunch of wackos and crazy weirdos that lived life to the fullest, and by golly, she just had to be one of ‘em.

So when she learned that a man who went by the name of Lawrence was holding a search for an alluring creature called Missingno, she signed up without any sense of hesitation, not one bit. She’d be going on an expedition to find a new Pokemon in someplace new and alluring. Maybe the question wasn’t who would sign up, but rather who wouldn’t? As gung ho as she was feeling about the trip, it was only when she learned from mouth that Missingno was rumored to be a Bird/Normal-type and not a Psychic-type that her enthusiasm for the Pokemon began to falter.

Guess who’d be keeping Missingno if they found it.

Making her way down the plane stairs, Caitlin took a moment to breath in the Kanto air. Expectations high, she was a little more than disappointed when she found it to be so….ordinary. Not at all foreign or exotic like she had expected. Still, she reasoned, her adventure had barely begun. So what if Kanto air was the same as Unova or Sinnoh air? The food and the culture were probably different, or better yet, the Pokemon in the region were.

There, that smile was back on her face.

Cinnabar Island map in hand, she gladly took in the scenery. Small as it was, it was a charming little town that prided itself on its volcanoes and hot springs. While It may have been volcano that caused the town’s demise, it was the hot springs that got the town up and running again (in addition to the tours that popped up because of the volcano). And like a naïve tourist, she would try to experience all that Cinnabar Island had to offer. Yes, she would try the hot springs. Yes, she would go on a group tour revolving around the volcano and the devastation it caused. And yes, she would buy a gaudy, plastic, volcano keychain that she would never use once she got back to Unova. Right after she finished the expedition she came to do in the first place.

After rejecting the proposals of a few, pushy salesmen (all of whom were seasoned in sucking money out of the hands of carefree tourists), the Elite set out to find her partner, a man who went by the name of Fire. Unfortunately, that was all the info the piece of paper provided concerning him. Not even a physical description or some info on his background. Finding this Fire would probably be the chore. It’s not as if he did anything noteworthy that would have gotten his name mentioned in the tourism book she skimmed over.

She went on, meandering through the streets of Cinnabar in a daze, asking random strangers if they had seen or knew anyone who went by ‘Fire’. The natives would give her an odd look before laughing their heads off. The tourists were no better, but at least Caitlin could laugh with them. Ho ho ho, hee hee hee, indeed, Fire was a silly name.

At last, she spotted brown hair. Generous tufts of it peeking out of a red and white hat. Oh god, was it him? Yes! Yes it was! None other than Touy- wait a minute. She had halted in her step so suddenly that a passerby whom she almost collided into had the nerve to drop an obscenity at her. But even a rude remark could not derail her trail her thought. Something was off about whatever-his-name-was’s attire. Yes, the hat was of the same color palette, but didn’t Touya’s hat have white in the back and then red in the front? And his jacket. That stupid jacket Touya absolutely refused to go without was not the all-too familiar blue shade it was supposed to be. No, instead, it was red and white. A sudden change in attire would be uncharacteristic of Touya, although just one look at his face would clear up all of the blonde’s doubts.

Bracing herself, Caitlin marched up right in front of the young man, whipped him around by his shoulder, and took a good look at his face. All her bravado drained out as quickly as the blood in her face.

It was him! Or, no, it wasn’t. The resemblance was uncanny to the point where Caitlin went back and forth on her stance before firmly deciding it wasn’t him. Maybe if his features were tweaked here and there, he could’ve been Touya’s twin. But all he could pass as was Touya’s lookalike, and a scary good one at that. Befuddled by the conundrum in front of her, Caitlin could do nothing more than drop a few “ums” and “erms” whilst maintaining a dropped jaw. All of her stammering seemed to serve nothing more than to inflate the brunette’s ego.

Finally, deciding that she had made herself look like a fool enough, she somehow mustered the courage to ask, “You wouldn’t happen to know someone by the name of Fire, would you?" Thank goodness Unova was far far away from Kanto, and the young man wouldn’t have to see her for much longer.

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Cinnabar Island sure had changed a lot.

Fire had changed a lot, too. The last time he was here-- when the island was bustling with more scientists than tourists-- he was shorter and younger and much less jaded. He wasn't nearly as stiff or worried that someone might call him out. He didn't keep his pokemon contained out of fear that they might give him away. He probably smiled a lot more, because goodness... in order to get here, he had to cross a lot of water. And Fire hated water.

Which is why no, Fire would not be enjoying the hot springs, thank you very much. He was perfectly content loitering by a gift shop and politely but firmly declining to buy anything. He drew his hands up in front of him and made a slight waving motion, backing away just enough to get the point across, but didn't leave the fine establishment. After all, this fine establishment had a fan, and Fire would take any breeze that he could get. Contrary to what his moniker might suggest, Fire also had a very low tolerance for the heat.

So if Fire hated water and also hated the heat, then what was he doing here on Cinnabar Island?

Simple. Trying to reignite the spark in his life. And if this meant helping some fruitcake named Lawrence III find some pokemon that probably didn't even exist, then Fire would do it.

He was hanging about the doorway of the shop-- 'Salty's Off-the-Hook Souvenir Shoppe', as the sign advertised-- when he felt two small, delicate hands reach up and grab his shoulders. He barely had time to tense up and register that they were definitely a female's (a skill he'd picked up after becoming a bit of a bar rat) before the hands whipped him around.

The first thing that he noticed was the hair. Miles and miles of golden hair cascaded down her back, giving a backdrop to her lithe form. Fire's eyes were trailing down her body before he even consciously decided that the girl was worth a once-over.

Only her flustered and frazzled stammering made him remember that they were complete strangers. Oh, how charming... he'd rendered her speechless already. His crimson eyes jumped back up to her teal ones when she spoke, pinning her gaze with a certain finesse that took years of practice. Slowly, a smirk crawled across his face.

"I would," he said in a voice that melted like butter. Under normal circumstances, his heart would have leapt into his throat at the mention of his name. But he had been preparing himself since he got the letter-- someone by the name of Caitlin would be looking for him. She would know his name.

She would know nothing about his fall from grace. Just his name.

"And I suppose you," he purred, bringing a thumb up and delicately placing it under her chin, "would have to be our fair Lady Caitlin, no?" He made a show of bowing his head as if in the presence of royalty. "I am Fire. An absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance."

#pinksophistication #tourist troubles

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The Morning After || Open

“Ngh…”

The digital clock flashed 9:23 in the morning lit room and Chatot could be heard singing from outside the window. Green groaned and pulled the covers back over his head, turning over to his side in an attempt to block the light and noise.

He relaxed, breathing deeply as he shuffled slightly in the cozy bed. He had begun drifting back to sleep, as it was a Saturday morning and the gym was closed. The brunette sighed softly, enjoying the peace until he caught a whiff of something different on his next inhale.

He blinked his eyes open, much more aware to the scent now that his mind had begun to stir awake. He winced as he pulled the covers off of him and the morning sun shone on his face. Once his eyes adjusted to the new light, he was met with a strange sight.

“Where.. am I?”

Whose room was he in? How had he gotten there? Why couldn’t he remember what happened last night? ..Where did this headache come from?

Green moaned in pain and put his palm to his forehead as he sat himself up on the bed. He looked around the unfamiliar room, noticing different nick nacks and usual bedroom items. He was trying to find something that would give him a hint as to where he was and maybe jog his memory of last night.

The more he thought about it, the harder his head throbbed which made the young gym leader groan again. He scooted himself to the edge of the bed, sliding his legs off the side. His limbs felt so heavy; he had to steady himself with the night table to stand up.

He turned and looked at the bed and noticed that there was a small dent next to where he lay, indicating that he did not sleep alone. He walked to the door, and out of the bedroom. The house was quiet and just as vague as the bedroom. Even if the answer was obvious, Green doubted he’d be able to pick it up with the raging headache he had.

“Hello?” he called out, his voice groggy and scratchy. “Anyone home?”

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Fire had just stepped out of the shower when he heard scuffling about on the opposite side of the door. Steam filled the room, clouding up the mirror and the windows, as Fire reached for one of the plush white towels. He dried his hair before wrapping the towel around his middle, a long, drawn out exhale escaping his lips.

Well... last night certainly had been... different. Fire seemed to hold his memory pretty well, all things considered. Although it was easier to shake girls off of him by claiming that he had no memory of the previous night, he was quite skilled at holding on to bits and pieces. And the fact was, he knew exactly who was on the other side of that door.

Fire hadn't bothered to bring clothes in with him to the shower. He'd figured that he would still have enough time for a shower before Green awoke. A lapse in judgment, certainly not without its consequences.

Whatever. Fire couldn't spend his whole life putting off the inevitable, right? (It's not like he's been putting off returning to Kanto for three years, shut up.) And he couldn't very well stay hiding in the bathroom all day. And besides... a bit of a smirk crawled across his face. This was his domain. His territory.

When facing his favourite Gym Leader this time around, it would be Fire who had the upper hand.

Tucking the towel in on itself so it wouldn't fall at an inopportune time, Fire flexed his hands, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

A cloud of steam billowed out of the bathroom, pouring out into the hallway not far from where Green stood. Fire stepped out a moment later, the corners of his mouth curled upwards in a hint of a grin. He tilted his head to the side, crimson eyes trained on the Gym Leader.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, utterly shameless as he stood in naught but a towel. "Looks like Sleeping Beauty finally woke up."

#greenwashereredisaloser #the morning after #(( I hope you don't mind! ))

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The Jealous Successor || Fire & Red

After days of getting down the mountain… He could have made it down in a few hours since he knows the whole place like the back of his hand, but he took too many unneeded breaks in-between. Another option was just fly off the mountain, but Charizard gave too much of a fuss about the task. He took a different path than the normal path since he didn’t want to run into any trainers that were there to challenge him when they reach the top. Challenges like that were pretty rare now since Kris had beaten him, he’s relieved for the peace and quiet though, plus battling just isn’t fun anymore.

He ended up on route 45, heading up north the path to get to Blackthorn City. Adjusting to his surroundings wasn’t easy for him. It was hot and the sun was shining to bright to his tastes. It’s been 3 years… Odd how he even lasted on that mountain for that long.

…rustle, rustle

Pikachu’s ears twitched at the noise and stood up on Red’s shoulders. Both were alert and at the ready in case it was a wild Pokemon ready to attack them. He inched towards the noise, looking up as Pikachu did and noticed a figure up in the trees. He held up a hand to tell Pikachu to hold down his guard, that figure looked familiar.

“…Fire?” he finally called up to him. He was a lot older than he’s last seen him. They should actually be around the same age, Red only being a few months older than him.

“That is you…. right?” he wanted to clarify before he’s made a fool out himself being corrected.

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Just going to walk around for a bit, Fire had told himself earlier that day. Then I'll head over. He had found himself in the veritable skid row of New Bark Town, taking in the desperate energy that the slum exuded. He felt vaguely out of place, in his bright, clean, and pressed attire, and he certainly didn't feel safe standing too close to some of those backstreets. But he knew that the quickest way back to Kanto would be through this town-- and if he wanted to go home, he'd have to brave those backstreets eventually.

That eventually was not today, as he found himself wandering further and further away from New Bark Town. Before he knew it he had wandered northwards, far away from the fumes of the slum.

By the time that Fire realized how far he had wandered, he was already quite a ways through Route 45. He slowed to a stop, feet shoulder-width apart as he brought himself back to reality. I guess I'd better get back to Kanto now, he mused, jaw setting as he let out a sigh. He really had been starting to enjoy the day. It was like he was on his journey again, with no one to bother him and no one to recognize him.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, he realized. He could start over... not in Johto, it's too close. But perhaps someplace far away, where no one had heard of him before. Maybe they would need a hero, and Fire would be able to present himself to them. He could start his journey over, do everything right this time...

But for now, he needed to return to Kanto.

He didn't move.

In fact, the young man seemed to be suddenly very captivated by the foliage that lined the route. There were some trees that Fire had never seen in Kanto-- trees that looked like excellent climbing trees.

...I have a few minutes to spare, he decided, and took a few steps towards the tree. How long had it been since he had the chance to simply climb? Not to escape persistent partners from the night before, but just for the sake of seeing how high he could go? While Fire would be the first to admit that he wasn't particularly fond of getting grime under his nails, there was something to be said about simple joys of adventure.

He found himself nestled on a girthy branch, a good nine or ten feet off of the ground. The leafy limbs of the tree provided good cover, but also fell in such a way that they didn't snarl in his hair or get in his mouth. He took in the sweet fragrance of the foliage, lacing his fingers and placing his hands behind his head. A languid sigh escaped his lips as he stretched out, one of his long legs dangling off of the branch. At some point his eyes had fluttered shut.

Before he knew it, those few minutes turned into hours. Fire could spend a whole lifetime alone with his thoughts in such a peaceful place-- and these hours in particular were spent inventing a far-off region, where he would be the hero.

The only thing that brought him back to reality was a voice, familiar and yet such a distant memory. Fire's eyes snapped open, his breath hitched in his throat, and he sat up straight, bracing himself on the branch in front of him. He wet his lips and looked down, unwilling to pair the voice with the name.

And yet, there he was, tall and gaunt and expressionless and unmistakable. He even had the pikachu perched on his shoulder. Fire's eyes, which had gone wide from the panic of being snuck up on, narrowed as he felt a bitter abhorrence swell up in his chest. Oh, how nice it was to feel something so strongly. This wasn't a latent feeling like loneliness, nor was it a subduing feeling like sadness. This was all-consuming and inciting.

A wicked smirk crossed over his face.

"Red," he very nearly purred, swinging his leg around so he was no longer straddling the branch and pushing a few branches out of the way to get a better look at him. "Aren't you depriving some poor mountain of its recluse?"

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Dear Fire, I think you're hot. SO hot in fact, I think it's rock if you battled other Gym Leaders!

"Other gym leaders, you say?"

The young man ignored the first comment, more due to the fact that he was used to it by now than actively discounting it. He ran a hand through his hair thoughtfully, crimson gaze flickering skywards. "I suppose that certainly is an idea," he purred, more to himself than to the anon.

But would he go through with it? It had been years since he even set foot inside a gym. He was honestly afraid that it might do more harm than good at this point. But on the flip side... maybe it would be good for him. Join up in another League, collect some badges... go up and face the Elites and then the Champion and then become the--

His heart lurched. "I think I'll have to pass, though," he said with a flippant and dismissive wave of his hand.

I actually liked watching you battle. Too bad you never got to battle other champions.

The comment caught Fire off guard. “I—” he began, but a hitch in his throat cut him off. He cleared his throat and looked away, trying to regain his composure. But how could he? This was so out of the blue. Not only was someone recognizing him as the ex-Champion, but… he was being praised.

Where was the scolding, the shame? Fire dared to bring his gaze back to the anon. He took a deep breath… and then nothing. No words came out. He tried again, wetting his lip and trying to make some sort of eloquent sound.

“I’m… sorry, that I couldn’t do that,” he finally choked out, before turning away, his head in his hands.

He probably needs some time to himself.

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