Fanfic: Pokemon: Untitled [ShinSato]
[Untitled]
Length: One-Shot [incomplete?]
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Humor
Warning(s): Crossing dressing, BL
Character(s): Satoshi, Hikari, Shinji, others
Pairing(s): Shinji x Satoshi
Summary: An unexpected customer visits the Maid Cafe, catching Satoshi quite off guard.
Author's Notes: Er... Yeah. This is old and really shitty. And incomplete.
Satoshi fiddled with the ends of the lace embroidered on his skirt. The black and white French maid outfit made him look ridiculous. It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, a little too puffy, but it wasn’t incredibly bad. The skirt wasn’t terribly revealing and compared to the last dress he had to wear it wasn’t stifling hot. He didn’t bother changing his red sneakers; he could never walk in high heels anyway.
He looked over to the other maid. Hikari was behind the counter with Haru. Satoshi assumed she was teaching his friend some things about the café. Natsu was not in sight and probably out in the barn getting more milk from the Miltank. The customers from before seemed pretty content with their orders and they didn’t need anything at the moment.
The trainer held the silver tray over his chest. He sighed inwardly. Okay, so he chose to stand by the door to greet the customers, maybe he shouldn’t complain. The last bunch of customers seemed perturbed by his services, but as long as there were people, he will serve them. It was the least he could do to help.
Pikachu and Naetoru waddled awkwardly to the other side of the restaurant. His two pokemon reached up to the window and began polishing the glass with a rag. A small smile slowly crept onto his lips when the restaurant door opened, sounded by the bell attached to the top. Satoshi put on a larger cheesy smile and turned to welcome the customer.
He immediately froze upon recognizing the guest. There, at the doorway, stood his rival, Shinji, unamused as ever. If Shinji was shocked to see Satoshi here (and cross-dressing to boot) he didn’t show it at all. Satoshi on the other hand felt his heart stop and it seemed time had as well. The fake smile he put up cracked a little and so did a part of his mind.
He was going to open his mouth to say something though he wasn’t quite sure what it was. Instead, Shinji simply pushed passed him and grabbed a chair to sit at a table. The trainer picked up the menu book propped upon the table.
Satoshi stared, slightly relieved that his rival has yet to say anything condescending, even though he knew the guy was probably thinking it. He scanned the rest of the café. The previous customers were still busy with themselves and the only other person in the room was Hikari. He quickly ran over to her and pushed her behind the counter, dragging her under.
“Hikari… I need your help…”
The coordinator looked a little peeved. She was in the middle of decorating a cake before Satoshi pulled her away, messing up the icing.
“What is it Satoshi, couldn’t you tell that I was busy?”
The boy peeked over the counter. Shinji was still there, though he seemed to be finished with the menu. Ducking his head back down, he turned to his friend but found that she had already stood up and went back to the pastry.
“Hikariii!” Satoshi pleaded. “Can you go serve the new customer?”
“Satoshiiii!” She mimicked his tone. “I’m decorating stuff, you go serve the customer.”
“But you don’t understand…” He bit his lip nervously. “It’s Shinji.”
Hikari looked down at him, and then looked over the restaurant area. She blinked when she spotted the said trainer, and then frowned.
“That’s an even bigger reason not to go out there. The jerk, I’m not serving him.” She humphed and went back to her cake. She most likely forgot the main reason why Satoshi would falter at serving the new customer. It wasn’t like it was her problem that her guy friend was in a dress and is forced to bring food to his rival.
Satoshi looked defeated. Standing up, he brushed the invisible dust off his skirt and braced himself. He was going to do this with the least amount of embarrassment as possible. Any insults or comments thrown his way will be ignored; he’s just a waiter now. He face faulted, boy that didn’t sound right…
Walking up to Shinji’s table, he placed a glass of water on the table cloth. He mustered up the best cheerful and energetic voice he could.
“Welcome sir, what would you like? Our special is the Miltank Milk, it’s highly recommended.”
A few seconds of awkwardness ticked by before Shinji spoke.
“Coffee, dark.”
Satoshi nodded, and then quickly scurried off. The other trainer had not looked up when ordering but the boy in the maid suit felt eyes on his back when he went away.
“Dark coffee Hikari.”
The coordinator looked up. She smirked at her friend’s distraught expression.
“For Shinji?” She filled coffee in the proper cup and handed the saucer to the boy. “Careful, it’s hot.”
Satoshi balanced the porcelain cup on his silver tray, slowly edging his way to Shinji. Just then, Ambipom, followed by Pocchama decided to play a little game of tag and weaved their way between tables and chairs and Satoshi’s feet. Satoshi twirled around several times before he tripped over his own legs.
He watched in horror as the small cup of hot coffee flipped upside down in slow motion and landed on his head, contents and all.
The coffee burned his scalp and dripped down his shoulders. Shinji just stared calmly as his waiter (in a maid dress) flail his arms around and scream in agony before Shinji chucked the contents of his own glass of water to cool said waiter down. Satoshi coughed up water, sputtering a thank you and brushing his slopping hair out of his eyes.
It started as a small quiet snort, and then erupted into a loud laughter that didn’t sound familiar to Satoshi’s ears. Then he realized that Shinji was laughing at him, and not verbally but actually laughing. Even though he was the target of his mockery, Satoshi couldn’t help but maybe like the sound. He cleared his throat and made his exit.
Hikari spotted the wet Satoshi (cup still on his head) and held back a giggle.
“What happened?” She asked while pouring a new cup and removing the one on her friend’s head.
“… Nothing…” He grabbed the new saucer quickly and quietly placed it on Shinji’s table. Satoshi then turned to leave and hopefully change out of the coffee drenched dress. Again he felt his rival’s eyes on his back. The tugging of his dress stopped him in his tracks.
“Hm, boxers…”
A look of horror and embarrassment crossed Satoshi’s face as he realized what had just happened. He pulled away from the hold on his dress and stumbled his way behind the counter and out the back door. Even with the wooden door to his back, he knew that Shinji was watching him.
Satoshi looked to the floor. He could see his red sneakers protruding from the hem of his dress. What the hell, he thought. Why did that just happen? Why did I react that way? There were plenty of instances where he had his underwear shown in public and it never bothered him before if people saw that he wore clean boxers or not. Why was this case different? He blamed his embarrassment on the dress, and the fact that it was Shinji of all people that had pulled such a stunt.
The frilly head piece that rested on his head was limp with wetness. He lifted a hand over to pull it off. Reaching behind him, Satoshi untied the apron and tossed both articles to the chair on is right. He grumbled under his breath, still a little angry at himself for freaking out.
Crossposted to coma_shipping