I haven't been on here for a super long time! Anyway, here's a Pokemon Go fanfic! Blanche, although she has been listed as a female, will be male for this story because yaoi is life!
Enjoy!
The woman on the bed screamed – a long, wailing cry that shot through the small and quiet village. The doctor next to her had her hand on the woman's thighs and was urging her on in a soft voice.
"Come on, nearly there."
A man kneeling next to the woman gripped her hand tightly and nodded to her, "One more push. I swear. It will be over soon."
The woman looked down at her bulging stomach. All of this for one baby? Her husband brushed her silver hair out of her eyes and gave her another supportive look, not caring if his fingers were about to be broken by her iron grip.
She cried out again, one final push leading to the baby sliding out and beginning to cry. The sound coming from the tiny bundle that was now being rubbed down by the doctor was louder than anyone could have anticipated.
"It's a boy," the doctor smiled, holding the baby up to show the parents. The tiny bundle had soft blue eyes and a shock of silver hair just like his mother. The woman reached out and pulled the baby to her chest. "Did you have a name picked out for him?"
"We were expecting a girl," the father admitted softly, caressing the baby's soft head. "We only had one name picked out."
"Blanche," the woman sniffled, pain still radiating through her body. However, the pain came second to the precious article in her hands. Just by looking at her baby she knew she would protect the precious boy from all of the horrors in the world. She would help him and guide him so that he would never have to feel sadness or terror. He would grow up to be strong and wise.
"I think the name works," the doctor smiled before frowning. "What's this?" She touched the baby's foot and looked at a dark mark that looked like a tattoo.
The father looked up at his wife, "He has the mark. The legends are true."
"What legends?" She mumbled, her eyes starting to slip shut.
The doctor wiped her hands clean of the baby's birth juices. "There's a legend that's gone through this village for a very long time. As an outsider, you wouldn't have heard it. The tale goes that a child born with a mark like that would be loveless until they met their soul mate – the person with their matching tattoo. Blanche here is the first person to be born with such a mark."
The woman's eyes flashed open, "No! He can't be cursed with something like this!"
"It isn't a curse," the father soothed. "It's a promise that when he finds his soul mate, his life will be richer and more fulfilled than anyone's in the world."
"No, it's a curse," she shook her head. Her face crumpled in pain, "It still hurts so much. Why does it hurt?"
The doctor frowned, "You might be trying to pass the placenta early. Hang on, let me take a look." She delved between the woman's legs before swearing. "There's a small tear within your walls that I need to stitch up." There was another swear word and the doctor looked up at the husband, her face white as a sheet. As she pulled away, the man noticed the amount of blood on the doctor's hands.
"What's that?" he asked, his voice high pitched. "What's going on?"
The doctor grabbed her kit and tried to wipe the slimy blood from her hands as she tried to control the bleeding. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" the doctor whispered over and over again. The man felt like his heart had stopped beating and he looked at his wife. Her face was growing paler and paler and her eyes were drifting shut.
"I feel funny," the woman whispered. "The pain has gone. Thank the doctor for me."
Her husband pressed his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her scent in, tears running down his face. "Go to sleep," he whispered. "I'll see you when you wake up."
She nodded slowly and held her baby tighter, "Look after him until I wake up?" She asked, a small yawn coming from her as her eyes fell shut for the last time.
"I will," the father promised. "I will look after Blanche. We will find his soul mate and he will be the happiest child in the world."
The tent fell silent, save for the screams of the crying baby in her arms.
