A/N. Hello thar! Wondering just how many people have been waiting for this sequel to my *blush* popular 'Ice Rose'. Well, since it hit 5k hits a while ago, *pauses to cheer*, I decided to FINALLY write the sequel. Also, I was starting to miss writing Pokemon Non-AU, and was just going over this mentally yesterday. Made up Altaria's spontaneous singing thing up on the spot, though. I think everyone will like it- I make up the 'improv' lyrics myself! Also, pokemon speak shall now be -'like this'- instead of "Rosel ro " Like this. Saves time. XD

Oh, and I'm gonna do something different from all my fics.... just to try something. Since it's gonna be from two POVs that alternate throughout the story, all chapters shall have two titles, representing the different takes our two very different characters might take on these situations. Unless FF won't let me title it like that. *laughs*

So, let's dive right on in! And let's hope FF lets me use these nifty little dividers!

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Had it really been seven months since he last seen May?

The green-haired teenager was draped over the back of his Flygon as the desert spirit Pokemon sunned himself in a clearing in Viridian Forest, idly munching on a berry. Not even the rustling query of a Weedle followed by the warning, wispy puff of Flamethrower that Flygon blew at the bug could disturb the coordinator from his thoughts.

Fingers still toying with the little slip of paper that brought him here in the first place, he sighed deeply. His pokemon craned his neck back to look at him with one goggled pinkish-red eye.

-'Drew?'-

"I'm ok, Flygon. Just thinking. "

The human sat up, patting the great green Pokemon on the side of his neck. "Come on. We gotta head to Cinnabar before this whole thing starts. "

Unfolding the paper, he tapped the heading text thoughtfully.

"Dragon Pokemon Intensive Course

Whether it's your first dragon pokemon or your 21st, you are welcome to join trainers and coordinators alike in this free, week long class taught by some of the best Dragon Masters of our time- Lance, Clair, and Vinyaya! Sign up starts at 3pm on Cinnabar Island. The course is held on the main Seafoam Island. "

Roselia let herself out of her Pokeball suddenly, a gentle -'Hello'- greeting her master as she settled herself between Drew's knees. Holding up her red rose hand, she let out a gentle Petal Dance to watch the little red sparkles and petals dance away in the breeze.

Watching his oldest Pokemon, he smiled impulsively. Seafoam islands....

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"Here I come! "

May whooped into the air as she clung to the neck of her Altaria. The bird pokemon let out a harmonious call that mingled with her owner's voice in the air, stretching out her neck as she sped up to blast through one of the low clouds above the ocean.

A pamphlet identical to Drew's was shoved in May's pocket, and her path the same. Altaria flew lower, feet skimming the seawater, then just touching the back of an oblivious Wailmer as she lifted higher into the air.

May couldn't help wondering if Drew was going to be at the Dragon Pokemon Intensive Course, or DPIC as many people were calling it. It only came around once every 7 years, and this would be May's first time. Apparently, Lance had gone to the course before this.

Suddenly, her Altaria started singing. -'DPIC, what's happening to me, I can't stop thinking about you. Are you gonna be there, should I style my hair, The sky's never looked quite so blue!'-

"Altaria, " May giggled. "Glad to hear you so happy, too. "

Glancing down, she happened to see what looked oddly like rose petals floating gently on the water. "I wonder where those came from, " she thought out loud, but was distracted by the sight off another thick, low-level cloud.

"Altaria! Let's use Aerial Ace and blast through that cloud! "

-'I'm on it!'-

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Waving a hand in his face to dispel the unusually thick water vapor, Drew peered at his map a little closer. "Hmm. We shouldn't be too far away now... "

He paused, thinking he heard some sort of bird call. After listening again and not hearing anything, he withdrew the sleeping Roselia and stashed her pokeball away in his backpack.

WHAM!

Something large, fluffy, and a mix of blue, red and brown came hurtling out of nowhere and nearly knocked him off Flygon; the force of the blow sent the dragon spinning to end up upside down.

An Altaria gave a cry of shock and alarm as someone fell past him. Automatically, he caught them around the waist, and as Flygon righted himself, Drew had the surprise of looking into a pair of very embarrassed sparkling sapphire blue eyes.

"Drew! " May gasped, still draped across his knees- her hair in every direction and her cheeks red from the wind and heavy embarrassment. "Uhh... um... "

"Idiot, " he stated, pressing the side of his hand against his lips to stop himself from smiling. "What were you thinking? Aerial Ace is not something you usually pull while on your Pokemon. "

He felt more than heard Flygon hiss, -'You idiot'-. He didn't need to guess what the dragon was referring to. Roselia had made him solemnly pledge to be less of his typical snarky self to May. First encounter, and already he was digging himself a proverbial grave.

"Well, excuuuuse me, Mister Pokemon Master! " May snapped, coming out of her embarrassed state to slip right into an angry one, sitting up with her legs on top of Drew's "I've done it before, I'll have you know. "

"Doesn't mean you should, " he replied with a touch of defensive ice in his tone. Flygon growled again.

"You haven't changed a bit, " she huffed.

He smirked slightly. "Neither have you, " he replied as he brushed a lock of hair out of her face, his words just as cold, but his actions and eyes soft.

Suddenly, both were acutely aware of their rather... suggestive position. Drew scooted backward as May struggled upright.

"Come o-on, Altaria, " the brunette stammered, sliding neatly off one Pokemon back to the other. "We should be going. We don't want to be late to the DPIC. "

"Ah. I'll see you there, then. " Drew nodded a goodbye.

The blue, fluffily winged bird cooed sweetly to Flygon before she and her owner took off.

Drew sighed, and fell face-first into Flygon's neck. "I'm an idiot. "

The Flygon snorted. -'At least you got that right.'-

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I shall soon be returning to the regularly scheduled fics. XD So don't worry. DM shall not be neglected too horribly now. I think I'm getting back in my stride. ((wish I could say the same for my WEWY fic...))