B/W 100x100 Drabbles 1-5
What the heck, might as well put 'em here, too.
So, I've decided just to go on ahead and do this challenge for B/W, regardless of spoilers and future name changes. xD Nobody seems to be into Gen V fic swing yet, so I'll just squirrel these away here. These will cover the central cast (Touya, Touko, N, Belle, and Cheren), other characters, their Pokemon, and pretty much all pairing combinations possible in my OT5. Touya and Touko are twins within my continuity, just as an FYI. Belle and Cheren's teams are their canon ones, only Belle has a Shinbora instead of whatever starter she would. So it goes Touya → Oshawott, Touko → Tepig, Cheren → Snivy, and Belle → Yorterrie. //nerrrrd
•○•○
“I’m Belle,” the girl with yellow hair says, giving Touko a big hug. “You’n’me’n’him’nCheren are all gonna be best friends!”
“Okay…” Touko says slowly, even though Belle’s hands have chocolate all over them and it’s getting on her new shirt.
“No,” says Cheren, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.
“You’re a big jerk,” Touya shoots back, glaring with all the force his five-year-old self can muster.
Cheren and Touya spend the rest of the day in separate corners of the classroom while Touko and Belle play house. Admittedly, things begin to get better from there on out.
•○•○
“I-“
He cannot spit it out, no matter how he tries to say it. It all sounds so corny and gay and fake; anybody else would have turned around and left by now. N sits across from him quietly, watching with an expression of patient anticipation.
“I- You-“ Touya sighs and runs a hand through his hair, wishing he wasn’t so god-awful at this, wishing they made an iota of sense together, their knees touching as the sun sets outside.
“I know,” N offers gently, leaning across the small gap to kiss his forehead. “You don’t need to say it.”
•○•○
Perhaps it’s simply because he hasn’t seen her in months, but Belle seems to positively radiate, even as she trips over a loose brick and tumbles right into his arms. Cheren stands her up, just like always, and she thanks him, hat askew, voice just a touch breathless, cheeks flushed. Yet something in her demeanor has changed- her eyes flash like little green suns, her hair against his skin is soft as a beam of light as she kisses his cheek and takes her hand in his. No, Cheren thinks, this part is not like before, and he doesn’t mind.
•○•○
She’s been afraid of the dark since she was old enough to know what it was, and the thick woods only make it a million times worse. Nearly crying, Belle stumbles into a clearing and digs in her bag with trembling hands, barely able to release the Pokemon within its ball. A soft, flickering purple light fills the immediate area, Shandera regarding her with curious yellow eyes. Already, Belle feels her pulse slowing at the sight which would have sent the old her running in terror, feels a smile coming onto her face. Side-by-side, they make their way back home.
•○•○
He’s pleaded with Zekrom to abandon him so many times now that he can’t even remember the last firm denial. The wind in N’s ears cries monster, monster, eating away at him like rot on a felled tree. No matter how tightly he curls into himself, it persists, wearing first Goetis’ face, Touko’s, Touya’s, the hurt expression mirroring his own. N chokes back a sob and shakes his head at the already-fading image, feeling for the first time in his life utterly alone. Zekrom lands in a bank of snow, and every voice N has ever heard is now silent.
So, I've decided just to go on ahead and do this challenge for B/W, regardless of spoilers and future name changes. xD Nobody seems to be into Gen V fic swing yet, so I'll just squirrel these away here. These will cover the central cast (Touya, Touko, N, Belle, and Cheren), other characters, their Pokemon, and pretty much all pairing combinations possible in my OT5. Touya and Touko are twins within my continuity, just as an FYI. Belle and Cheren's teams are their canon ones, only Belle has a Shinbora instead of whatever starter she would. So it goes Touya → Oshawott, Touko → Tepig, Cheren → Snivy, and Belle → Yorterrie. //nerrrrd
•○•○
“I’m Belle,” the girl with yellow hair says, giving Touko a big hug. “You’n’me’n’him’nCheren are all gonna be best friends!”
“Okay…” Touko says slowly, even though Belle’s hands have chocolate all over them and it’s getting on her new shirt.
“No,” says Cheren, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.
“You’re a big jerk,” Touya shoots back, glaring with all the force his five-year-old self can muster.
Cheren and Touya spend the rest of the day in separate corners of the classroom while Touko and Belle play house. Admittedly, things begin to get better from there on out.
•○•○
“I-“
He cannot spit it out, no matter how he tries to say it. It all sounds so corny and gay and fake; anybody else would have turned around and left by now. N sits across from him quietly, watching with an expression of patient anticipation.
“I- You-“ Touya sighs and runs a hand through his hair, wishing he wasn’t so god-awful at this, wishing they made an iota of sense together, their knees touching as the sun sets outside.
“I know,” N offers gently, leaning across the small gap to kiss his forehead. “You don’t need to say it.”
•○•○
Perhaps it’s simply because he hasn’t seen her in months, but Belle seems to positively radiate, even as she trips over a loose brick and tumbles right into his arms. Cheren stands her up, just like always, and she thanks him, hat askew, voice just a touch breathless, cheeks flushed. Yet something in her demeanor has changed- her eyes flash like little green suns, her hair against his skin is soft as a beam of light as she kisses his cheek and takes her hand in his. No, Cheren thinks, this part is not like before, and he doesn’t mind.
•○•○
She’s been afraid of the dark since she was old enough to know what it was, and the thick woods only make it a million times worse. Nearly crying, Belle stumbles into a clearing and digs in her bag with trembling hands, barely able to release the Pokemon within its ball. A soft, flickering purple light fills the immediate area, Shandera regarding her with curious yellow eyes. Already, Belle feels her pulse slowing at the sight which would have sent the old her running in terror, feels a smile coming onto her face. Side-by-side, they make their way back home.
•○•○
He’s pleaded with Zekrom to abandon him so many times now that he can’t even remember the last firm denial. The wind in N’s ears cries monster, monster, eating away at him like rot on a felled tree. No matter how tightly he curls into himself, it persists, wearing first Goetis’ face, Touko’s, Touya’s, the hurt expression mirroring his own. N chokes back a sob and shakes his head at the already-fading image, feeling for the first time in his life utterly alone. Zekrom lands in a bank of snow, and every voice N has ever heard is now silent.