7 Days of Christmas
"Ugh… Z-zen?... How much longer until we get there? I'm f-freezing my t-t-t-tail off!"
"Aww, don't be like that! C'mon! We're almost there!" I follow my childhood friend through the thick layers of snow, my paws aching from the bitter cold. It's a week before Christmas and the Glaceon decided to invite me to stay over while both of our parents we're gone on a vacation together claiming, "we're old enough to spend a week by ourselves." I decided to go with him so neither of us would be alone for the holidays, but there's a problem: the Glaceon lives up in the mountains while I live in the lush, green valley near it, like most Leafeon do.
"Hey, Ryan! It's right up there!" he says, raising his voice over the howling winds. Up ahead was a small, warm looking cottage with a chimney billowing out smoke. I didn't bother answering back before bounding the rest of the way up to the door with the Fresh Snow pokemon hard on my paws. By the time I made it to the door, my paws were numb, there was snow all over me, and I was panting heavily from having to jump through the belly deep snow.
Zen quickly opened the door and stepped inside, me following after him. Upon entering, I was hit with a wave of heat and I felt comfortable. The small cottage was all too familiar from the previous visits: the living room being the first area you walk in with the tv and fireplace facing the couch to the left, the small kitchen area to the right, and a hallway straight ahead leading to bedrooms and the bathroom.
With a sigh, I walked over and curled up in front of the fireplace in an attempt to dry my now wet and cold fur, "ahh, it always feels great in front of here. I still don't understand how you can just waltz through blizzards like it's the sunniest day ever." Zen walks over and lays next to me and starts lapping at my fur with his tongue to get the melting snow out, "well, I am an ice type and everything. Maybe that has something to do with it"
"But you yourself are actually warm, even if it is a bit colder than normal! I find it really weird" I say dozing off as I let the rhythmic strokes soothe me, " yeah, well, I don't see you photosynthesizing food just because your tail and ears are basically plants"
"Touche." I sit up and begin to return the favor of cleaning the Glaceon, even though it would do virtually nothing, it was nice to spend time like this with him.
After a few minutes of this, we both lay next to each other, listening to the crackling firewood and howling storm. The silence seemed to stretch for what seemed like forever until Zen decided to break it, "Ryan?"
"What's up" I ask getting into a sitting position.
"Why don't you have a mate?" he says bluntly , avoiding my gaze.
The question did catch me off guard, but the only answer I could come up with is "I just don't. No one has really sparked my interest lately," but even then I knew I was harboring feelings for the Ice-Eeveelution, but I knew he wouldn't have the same. As far as i know, he's as straight as the barren snow covered ground outside.
"huh, okay then." And that was it, the silence continued until I asked the same question.
He shrugged stared intensely into the fire, "I'm still just waiting for somebody to come along and find me in my own personal snow storm." I stared at him with an open mouth at the fact of how deep that was, until he turned to me with a small grin, "just kidding. I just haven't found anyone either." I nod in understanding knowing that he really meant what he said and was just really hungry. I scoot closer to him, our pelts pressing closely as I try to comfort him.
I was about to say spmething, when my stomach decided to do the talking for me and let out a low howl of hunger. My cheeks flush pink as Zen chuckles and walks to the kitchen, only to return back with a freshly killed Rattata that he keeps in his fridge. He places it in front of me and with little hesitation, I dig in, crunching into the bones and flesh.
"heheh, didn't know you were that hungry" he says jumping on the couch and turning on the T.V. to some show on cartoon network with a weird kind with even weirder moms who all fight monster aliens or something. After finishing my meal, I leap up onto the couch with him and we start talking about anything that we want. Hours later and it was finally dark outside.
I leap off the couch and walk down the hallway, " I'm gonna take a bath, okay?"
"That's fine with me" he says lazily as he continues watching the cartoon.
I walk down the hallway past the first door, which is Zen's parent's room, to the second door: the bathroom. I walk in, close the door, and start running the steamy bath. While it was filling, I looked in the full sized mirror hanging on the back of the door. I turned this way and that looking at my Leafeon body, watching how I move until the tub was full. I turn off the water and climb in , cringing slightly at the hot water until I slowly ease into it and let out a long, drawn out sigh as my eyes close.
Zen's POV
Ugh, this show is mind numbly colorful. I still don't understand how the kid's mom had to give up her physical being to create him, or why he hangs around weird alien moms to raise him instead of other kids. So weird. I look out the window in the wall to see that the storm has calmed down, no loner howling, just silently snowing. I look back to the fireplace to see the flames slowly dying down "I should get some more wood before it's too late" I say aloud. I hop off the couch and head for the door, only to stop midway to let Ryan know where I'm going, "Ryan! I'm getting some firewood! I won't be long!" I hear a faint 'okay' before I turn and walk out the door back into the Winter wonderland.
Living up in the mountains where it's almost always cold means there's barely any pokemon to give anyone any trouble. I walk behind the cottage to see the large forest of pine and evergreen trees, all covered in white from the snow. I walk up to a tree and use icy wind, freezing the trunk solid. Then, I deliver a powerful tackle attack. With a loud crack and even louder groaning noise, the tree fell over with a dull thunk that seemed to echo through the mountain. "Ugh, this is such a pain…" I mutter while using last resort to break up the wood. After what felt like forever, and only a sore body to show for it, I haul back the smaller pieces back to the house. I slowly open the door in hopes of not disturbing Ryan in case he was asleep, only to find the Verdant pokemon on the couch. Hoping he didn't see me, I sneak around it and peek over to the back only to cover my mouth at what I see.
Ryan was there, on his back, moaning loudly. But what cought my attention, was the paw massaging his nether regions and what he was saying: "Zen… more...please….."