Died At Play || Serena & Fire (apocalyspe!AU)
A pensive look glazed over Fire’s face. The boy, shut away in a spare room of a Lumiose Pokemon Center, gave his Pikachu an affectionate scratch behind the ears. While the tenderness of his pampering was true, he wouldn’t admit that he was trying to block out the symphony of wails and radio broadcasts with his palms against his partner’s ears.
“Two,” he waggled the pair of black-tipped ears, “weeks.” The dreaded words plagued the entire world, contaminating the air through heavy sighs and hushed whispers. Mossdeep’s space shuttle mission to destroy the asteroid on a collision course with Earth had failed. In two weeks, humanity would be wiped out.
don’t worry, i won’t bite! || [twd!au] mei & fire
Does she remember what she was doing on the day it began? She can’t say she does. But the vague memories are stuck in her head. She wants to forget so badly but every inch of her brain says no. Mei never would have thought that her getaway to Kanto would cause something like this. And now she can’t return home. She can’t get back to Unova, can she? With all the airports and seaports on lockdown ever since the breakout, there is no chance of her getting back to her mother.
Fire, who retreated a few feet to survey the entirity of the garage door, pressed against it with newfound curiosity. A trembling voice came from behind the door, pulling him in as if it was some magnetic force. But he gave no response, wary (nowadays, when wasn’t he?) of the being inside. Could be bait, a trap. Could be bitten. His fingers brushed a gap in the metal, and he quickly brought his eye to the peephole.
we can burn brighter than the sun || Fire&Leaf
At his joking comment, she glanced over at the teen, memories of such days beginning to form in her mind as a grin appeared on her face. “You were the one who usually got us into some kind of disaster if I’m not mistaken” Leaf pointed out in a teasing manner as she laughed lightly. Indeed. While Leaf was inquisitive, she had the sense to know when things were a little too dangerous whereas Fire did not have such a boundary and would land himself into some kind of trouble with Leaf not too far behind to help him. Despite the fact that the young girl would tell him off, tears forming in her eyes and all, they would simply laugh about it the next day. It was almost like the daily routine of Fire and Leaf. Get involved in some sort of danger and walk each other home at the end of it all. “Though it was rather fun. I’m surprised our mothers even continued to let us play the way we were and all.”
A smile shone on Fire’s face when Leaf obliged, leaning against his back. She fit perfectly like a puzzle piece, and Fire treasured the warmth of this familiarity. She was right - the situation was by all means nostalgic. It comforted him, and he hoped she would sense his content. He wished she was just as cheery, but he would understand if she didn’t. Displeased by the current circumstances, her dissatisfaction would be justified.
The trainer laughed a little before taking a step forward and this movement caused stray locks of Leaf’s light brown hair to settle on his shoulders, some strands sneaking in his collar and brushing his neck. Her hair was soft, it gently caressed his skin. The ticklish sensation only widened his blooming smile as he proceeded onward to trail behind Fang and his own Pokemon, Sequel. The pup was practically prancing about, glee lifting and carrying him forward, leftward, rightward, in circles, in zigzags between Fang’s legs. The Pokemon was powerful yet childish delight still glowed within.
Watching the Growlithe was like looking in a mirror.
If that was the case, who was his Fang? His inspiration?
His arm itched with the urge to reach up and adjust his cap, but he’d have to resist. Then came the urge to run his hand through his hair, to rub his nape, to hum. These were all distractions, distractions from Leaf. They were touching but perhaps the thought that he was actually in her presence for the first time in ages hadn’t completely registered in his head yet.
Her cheek lingered by his, her lips so close to his ear.
"You’re still with me, right, Leaf?"
"If I had known you’ve become such a klutz, I’d stick around to watch over you. Fang’s slackin’," he said almost carelessly. Truly, he meant no harm.
we can burn brighter than the sun || Fire&Leaf
Moments after Leaf had smacked her best friend on the back of the head, she watched as Fire laughed lightly at the action. She was quite sure the boy before her received the message behind her gesture, however as something formed behind his eyes that she couldn’t really put a finger on. Despite her annoyance with him, staying angry at Fire for long periods of time for Leaf was highly difficult if not impossible.
"Geez, you really are hard-headed" the brunette teased with a small smile as she sensed a kind of guilt emitting from her friend.
The words that came from Fire’s mouth had Leaf staring at her friend for a moment as the comment sunk in. A pink tinge formed on her cheeks as a sudden feeling of bashfulness crept over her. Smiling gently at Fire as she heard the sincerity in his voice, almost as if he was pleading with her to understand, Leaf reached over to him, placing a hand on his head and running her fingers through his hair in a soothing fashion. “Thank you, Fire” she told him, speaking in a softer tone than usual as she gave him a smile.
Leaf was clearly shocked to hear his plan, and Fire felt a laugh bubble up inside him. Holding it back, he turned his head only to smirk at her, and it was then that Fang nudged the girl towards him. Watching her flushed face draw near caused Fire to flash another smile, reminded of the old days when their mothers would hint at a possible romance between the two close children, a claim both Leaf and Fire would quickly deny - the separation of their joined hands following immediately. He ducked his head, but Leaf’s voice urged it back up.
"It’s the least I can do. And besides, we’ve done this plenty of times before, haven’t we? Walking each other home after some disaster,” he joked.
The flashbacks just didn’t quit. Dropping from low trees, receiving scratches from thorns, getting pecked by moody Pidgey…Fire was usually the victim in those cases. Leaf, of course, was the rational one who accompanied him back into the streets of town with eyes threatening to spill tears as she reprimanded him for being such a big dummy. Fire and his mother would even check her for wounds because she looked so pained.
"I can’t stand to know you’re hurt," Fire sighed as he turned to his Vaporeon.
Where Summer Strives || Chili&Fire
Fire was back in Vermillion City with a newly developed taste for adventure. Obtaining a badge wasn’t his focus this time around, in fact, he hoped to avoid the ever so charming Lt. Surge. The plan was to stay in the area for a few days to enjoy the city’s highly anticipated summer festival.
The trainer strolled slowly through the rows of vendors, Pikachu perched happily on his shoulder. Every now and then Fire would point a sight out to the small Pokémon who would squeak delightedly or sigh in awe. The afternoon sun was warm on his skin, and he could smell the tang of sea salt mixed with something exotic he couldn’t quite place. Having been anchored to Kanto for so long, he quickly noticed the foreign scent, but Pikachu had caught it before him. Pikachu turned his head in the direction of the smell, and with cheeks nearly touching, Fire could feel the slight sting of electricity emitted by the curious Pikachu.
"Smells great. Lead the way, pal."
Their search was short, but the pair couldn’t exactly see their destination. Instead they saw a cloud of people blocking the front of the vendor━ clearly Fire and Pikachu were not the only ones lured by its Sweet Scent.
Fire bent down to scoop up his Pokemon, fearful of an oblivious wanderer stepping on the little guy, but Pikachu shot off, charging daringly into the crowd. “Oh, great.” He pushed onward, trying to squeeze his way through, but his eyes were aimed in the wrong direction. The familiar cry of his Pokémon caused him to lift his gaze. There, perched upon the edge of the vendor’s cover, was his partner gesturing enthusiastically to the display beneath him.
"Pikachu, get down from there━ HEY!”
Somebody knocked him to the front of the growing swarm, Pikachu landed on his head, and the delicious smell that had pulled him there splashed his face. Fire could only stare at the mouthwatering food before him as he tried to collect himself. He glanced up only to find another eye-opening sight.
"Yo, check out that dude’s hair. He looks like a…a…that Sinnoh Pokémon. Monfernape?” Fire squint his eyes in thought━ Pikachu tilted his head in confusion.