AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was inspired by the bonus episode of Pokemon XYZ The Ultimate Duo! Cilan and Clemont. If you don't understand a lot of what the this written piece eludes to, you can find an English sub on Youtube. Also, please pardon beginner's mistakes. It has been a long while since I've written a piece of any merit but please let me know if you find anything wrong so that I may correct it! This story includes homosexual depictions and written imagery, please do not interact if you don't support it. Everyone is entitled to their own opinions and if you disagree with mine, I encourage you to "Love Thy Neighbor" and honor the Golden Rule. Be a gentlemen about it. This story also includes many headcanons conforming as realistically as I can get them to canon characters and their canon personalities.Feel free to PM me with questions or concerns! Reviews are much appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters, regions, or settings presented within this fanfiction. Pokemon, its characters, and its creatures belong respectively to Game Freak. Thank you, and enjoy

UPDATE: I am no longer on hiatus! Posts will be slow. Expect minor updates every 2 weeks or so.
Older chapters will still be updated as I see fit.

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Clemont sat at his desk, his hand on his cheek in thought. His pokemon partner Luxray was out of its pokeball per usual with his late night work. It would have been just like old times had a particularly nasty bout of loneliness not been plaguing the short, blond trainer yet again.

The large, cat-like pokemon brushed up affectionately against Clemont, its fluffy mane tickling his nose nose. The young man rubs his face before petting Luxray, his pen never leaving the paper despite this. The desk alone was cluttered beyond belief but he didn't seem to mind. An organized chaos, he would consider it. He knew where everything was after all. What would it matter to anyone else? Anyone else who wasn't Bonnie, anyway. Bonnie didn't count.

Looking out the window, Clemont's mind drifts off to the friends he'd had during his travels and even the ones he'd met for just a brief while. The memories swamped his crowded thoughts, forcing themselves through the mental barrier with the false comforts of nostalgia. "I miss them..." Clemont's voice breaks the silence after a time, turning his half absent attention to Luxray, "Do you ever think about them?"

Luxray only looked at him with its big, yellow eyes. He wasn't sure how to process the solemnity of his trainer's voice. It seemed to sound that way more and more frequently as of late and as a pokemon, Luxray wasn't sure it's own language would do Clemont much justice. Without a response to give him, Luxray stares, the light of the desk lamp causing his eyes to gleam in what Clemont hoped was compassion. Luxray tended to look intimidating no matter what it was feeling. It was funny to think such a powerful creature cared about him so much given his own admittedly scrawny build.

With only the wind outside to listen to, Clemont scratched behind his partner's ears, earning a satisfied purr. "I just wish they were still around sometimes," he says with with something close to regret.

Sometimes it was the seemingly aimless ramblings to your pet that helped the gears get turning, and now seemed to be one of those times. No sooner had the words left his mouth had an idea popped into his head. A letter! He could write someone up! But who? Ash was surely off on at least his 10th adventure by now, knowing him. Serena was in the area but she had a showcase coming up soon and Clemont figured he wouldn't be of much use to her. Girl things confused him half the time anyway, especially with his younger sister Bonnie yelling at every female, stranger or non, about how they were a keeper. So who was really left? There were a few others, maybe another local gym leader but Bonnie would make that awkward. He was sure of it. As much as he loved her, he just wasn't in the mood to deal with her antics. A brother's patience could only stretch so thin.

Running out of realistic options to lean on, Clemont's affection starved brain turned to even the most remote of possibilities. Everything from one time meetings to frienemies came to mind, but only one option really stuck out to him: Cilan. He might be a safe bet. The green haired individual in question was rarely in town but at least that would give Bonnie less to work with. Though when Clemont really thought about it, Cilan was off doing his own thing as a Pokemon Connoisseur... Wait- that was it, Clemont thinks to himself. A Pokemon Connoisseur! Maybe he could write Cilan a letter. He wasn't quite sure how to word it, but he'd just have to try.

Glancing at the digital clock on his desk, he squints with realizing just how late it was. He'd have to get his sleep schedule under control soon but for now the practically nocturnal lifestyle would work in his favor. With his pen in hand, he sweeps the desk clean of its previous clutter, reapplying fresh pages to work with instead.

Just the idea of a letter was making Clemont excited, Luxray being surprised by the sudden surge of energy from his usually gloomy trainer. The pokemon watches with genuine interest as Clemont scrawls the beginnings of a somewhat informal letter. Cilan wasn't the inventor's favorite person in the world, but he was lonely in the friend department. His sister was great and all but she wasn't allowed to stay up late anymore and she was still fairly young. Some of the conversation topics he had were geared more towards staking out a name for himself as a renowned inventor. Bonnie could only grasp around half of the subject matter, and that was a generous assumption on his part.

Scrounging for an envelope, he stuffs the now completed letter in and hands it to Luxray to lick the seal. Hurriedly, he presses it closed and signs the address to the Striaton Gym. He knew he could probably just call him from a Pokemon Center but even with Clemont's love for science, he knew Cilan would probably appreciate a letter more as the connoisseur was a fairly traditional man.