Mafia Princess
Title: Mafia Princess
Author: Masu Trout
Fandom: Gen V
Characters/Pairings: Whitlea (Hilda), Cheren, Bianca
Summary: In which Whitlea tells the truth. Not that anyone believes her, but it's the thought that counts. CRACK.
Rating: E for Everyone
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: So, this is a short, cracky oneshot based on the fact that if you interact with the protagonist's TV on the upper floor of their house, the text will say something about it being from the protagonist's father. Oh, and if the name Whitlea isn't okay I can change it. I just prefer it to Hilda is all. Concrit always appreciated!
At first, Cheren wasn’t going to ask. His parents had taught him manners, after all, and he knew prying into Whitlea’s private life was not something his mom would approve of. But as the odd, luxurious presents kept coming (Beautiful gold jewelry, wads of cash, a freaking sixty-inch flat-screen TV) Cheren’s curiosity slowly eroded away his sense of politeness. He was, after all, a kid, as much as he tried to deny it.
And so, one summer day about six months after Whitlea moved in, Cheren popped the question.
“So,” he asked, staring in awe at Whitlea’s brand-new Wii, “What exactly does your dad do for a living?”
“Cheren!” Bianca gasped, sounding embarrassed, but he could tell she was just as curious as he was.
Whitlea laughed, which he hoped meant she wasn’t offended. “Can’t tell you!”
“Why not?” Bianca asked, and Cheren shot her a look that said hypocrite.
Frowning, Whitlea gave them both a playful glare.
“Can I trust you?” she mock whispered as she waved them both closer.
Cheren and Bianca scooted in until the three of them were smushed together, faces only a few inches apart.
“Of course,” Bianca said, looking as serious as she could. Cheren nodded in agreement.
“Well,” Whitlea said, smiling mischievously, “He’s a gym leader back in Kanto. The toughest one there is. Except…” She paused for a moment, deep in thought. “Oh! Except he’s also a mafia boss, a really tough scary one, and that’s why we had to move here. Because the Kanto Champion’s trying to chase him down and it isn’t safe for us there.”
There was a long period of silence where Bianca and Cheren just stared at Whitlea.
“...You’re such a liar,” Cheren finally said, frowning at her.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Whitlea chirped, grinning like a Purrloin.
After that, he and Whitlea ended up in yet another fight, tumbling and biting while Bianca looked on in horror. The summer went on, and all three of them eventually forgot about the topic of Whitlea’s dad entirely.
(Well, they did until her sixteenth birthday when the cherry-red sports car showed up.)
Author: Masu Trout
Fandom: Gen V
Characters/Pairings: Whitlea (Hilda), Cheren, Bianca
Summary: In which Whitlea tells the truth. Not that anyone believes her, but it's the thought that counts. CRACK.
Rating: E for Everyone
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Author's Notes: So, this is a short, cracky oneshot based on the fact that if you interact with the protagonist's TV on the upper floor of their house, the text will say something about it being from the protagonist's father. Oh, and if the name Whitlea isn't okay I can change it. I just prefer it to Hilda is all. Concrit always appreciated!
At first, Cheren wasn’t going to ask. His parents had taught him manners, after all, and he knew prying into Whitlea’s private life was not something his mom would approve of. But as the odd, luxurious presents kept coming (Beautiful gold jewelry, wads of cash, a freaking sixty-inch flat-screen TV) Cheren’s curiosity slowly eroded away his sense of politeness. He was, after all, a kid, as much as he tried to deny it.
And so, one summer day about six months after Whitlea moved in, Cheren popped the question.
“So,” he asked, staring in awe at Whitlea’s brand-new Wii, “What exactly does your dad do for a living?”
“Cheren!” Bianca gasped, sounding embarrassed, but he could tell she was just as curious as he was.
Whitlea laughed, which he hoped meant she wasn’t offended. “Can’t tell you!”
“Why not?” Bianca asked, and Cheren shot her a look that said hypocrite.
Frowning, Whitlea gave them both a playful glare.
“Can I trust you?” she mock whispered as she waved them both closer.
Cheren and Bianca scooted in until the three of them were smushed together, faces only a few inches apart.
“Of course,” Bianca said, looking as serious as she could. Cheren nodded in agreement.
“Well,” Whitlea said, smiling mischievously, “He’s a gym leader back in Kanto. The toughest one there is. Except…” She paused for a moment, deep in thought. “Oh! Except he’s also a mafia boss, a really tough scary one, and that’s why we had to move here. Because the Kanto Champion’s trying to chase him down and it isn’t safe for us there.”
There was a long period of silence where Bianca and Cheren just stared at Whitlea.
“...You’re such a liar,” Cheren finally said, frowning at her.
“Maybe, maybe not,” Whitlea chirped, grinning like a Purrloin.
After that, he and Whitlea ended up in yet another fight, tumbling and biting while Bianca looked on in horror. The summer went on, and all three of them eventually forgot about the topic of Whitlea’s dad entirely.
(Well, they did until her sixteenth birthday when the cherry-red sports car showed up.)