Check Mate

Me: Hello readers! This is my first story… Yay! And I'm writing it with Celystia Crow. I hope you enjoy it, and please give us feedback and comment. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR THE CHARACTERS IN IT! IF I DID THERE WOULDN'T BE AN ICECREAM CONE POKEMON! I mean wow… really?

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A chance encounter, nothing more. Maybe it was fate, but Shiroi didn't believe in such things. Things happened because the probabilities said so, not because they were meant to. Still, when he bumped into the shorter boy, just by accident, he felt that zing of memory just beyond the surface. It was one of those grocery store encounters, where you don't really know the person, but you still have to say 'yeah, sorry, have a nice day', but something about those eyes... bright blue and looking up at him from under black hair. They were, well, if Shiroi was more of a romantic, they were electrifying.

"Sorry," he muttered, eyes locked on the boy's.

The boy's eyes widened in what may have been shock or surprise, "I-it's you!" he stammered.

"Yes, it's me. I don't know who you think I am, though. I'm not," Shiroi said red eyes ice cold.

The boy looked hurt, but then he recovered by covering it up with curiously, "So you either you don't remember, or you just didn't recognize me..."

"I don't know what you're talking about, kid."

"So you don't remember." He looked at up at him for a moment before saying, "Shiroi."

Shiroi looked at the shorter boy and raised an eyebrow. "Ku?" he muttered, absolutely off the top of his head.

The boy broke out into a wide grin, "Yeah."

"No no no, that's over. The dreams aren't real and neither is that life," Shiroi muttered, looking away and leaning on his shopping cart.

The boy said, still somewhat smiling, "Kuroi, my name is Kuroi and they weren't just dreams."

"Look, I've been over this with way too many therapists. They're not real," Shiroi growled.

"But they are, I mean, were real."

"The dreams? No. You and I? Disgusting."

The boy looked like he had just gotten stabbed, "Whatever you say, Shi." The boy started to walk away hiding his eyes behind his black bangs by looking at the ground.

"Wait, kid, you shouldn't just take some stranger's word on what's right or wrong," Shiroi called after him.

He stopped, "But you aren't a stranger, and I know you're not right." then the Kuroi continued walking not even glancing behind him.

Shiroi stopped short. That glint of memory flashed through his head and he felt the tile floor against his knees as he whimpered in pain. I know you're not right, a thousand times repeated, a million times the ghost of this boy's face looking up at him, joking or crying. It hurt too much. There were white spots flashing through his vision but he fought it off; he wanted to be able to sit and talk with this boy; Kuroi.

"Are you okay?" Kuroi was sitting next to him looking worried.

Shiroi nodded. "I'm sorry, Ku. I'm wrong, I know," he whimpered, "Just don't leave me again."

Kuroi smiled and wrapped his arms around him, "I won't I promise, Shi, I promise."

Shiroi glared up at Kuroi, unsure. "That's what you said last time," he hissed, "and look where that led us."

"I'm sorry. This time I won't," a thought popped into his mind and he smiled in a very different way than he had been before, "You could keep me on a leash to make sure."

"Oh no, no, we are not going there," Shiroi said. He sighed, relaxing a bit as the headache started to fade.

"Well, how can I prove to you I won't leave you again?" He looked dead serious.

"It's not that, Ku, it's just that... well, you know." Shiroi's face was caught between disgust, want, and absolute intrigue.

Kuroi held Shiroi closer to himself, "Well then, I know you're not right, I won't leave you again."

"Do you think that's really what I care about?"

"No. However, you can't seem to make up your mind."

"Well, I don't know what I want. It's weird when a stranger walks up to you in a grocery store-a stranger of the same gender I might add- and starts talking about this past life you've been having dreams about and your... relationship," Shiroi winced on the last word. He was most definitely not one to stay in something longer than a one night stand.

"I was a boy then too, and that didn't seem to bother you before. Also, I'm not a stranger." Kuroi looked somewhat irritated at being called a 'stranger' yet again.

"You intend to start that up again, don't you? Us. Whatever we were."

"Well if you won't. I will. Like always." He turned Shiroi to face him directly, "I'll remind you of what we were." He pulled Shiroi closer to him and placed a kiss on Shiroi's lips, it was so soft Shiroi couldn't feel any pressure from the other boy's lips.

Shiroi pulled away, by barely centimeters, so his red eyes and Kuroi's blue were precisely level.

"All right. I'll allow you to 'pursue' me, on one condition."

Kuroi raised his eye brows slightly as if to say "Yes?"

"If we ever get that far, you know, then you are not topping."

Kuroi laughed, "No duh!"