This is my first fan fiction going in public. I don't mind the flames, but don't make them too hot, alright? ;P This story takes place after the Hoenn saga of Pokemon Special manga.
I don't claim Pokemon at all, so don't sue me. Enjoy the literature. XP
Eefi 3
I: A Foggy Moment
"Sir Ton! What the heck are you doing here when the night is young!" the radiant Lady Julie Marie gasped coldly at the man that's stands before her on her balcony, "Your not suppose to call after the sun retreats!"
"I had to see you." The honorable Sir Romey Ton seriously responds. The full moon shine directly above them.
"Didn't I tell you to meet me once the sun comes out?!" She asked seriously, lowering her voice. Why did he come here? Her eyes tried to look directly into the serious gray eyes with much serious as well.
"Your eyes…" he spoke in the gentle manner, reaching his hand to stroke below her left eye. If it weren't for the lack of energy, Julie would have smacked him. But she let him, and felt stubbornness burning in her veins while his long finger stroke her eyes. What was he doing?
"What about my eyes?" she asked. The man then relaxed his face and gave her a gentle smile. Sir Romey Ton never smiles. Never was gentle either.
"I-"
"WINONA!!!!!!!" a lectured, yet harsh voice suddenly just rip the scene into pieces, revealing a angered brunette in a school uniform instead. Winona jumped slightly in surprise on the bed that she is sitting on. The book that was in her hands flew from her small hands into the bed, but her bookmark didn't fly out.
"Can't you see I'm reading, Roxanne?" the lavender hair gym leader asked seriously, narrowing her violet eyes at the brunette who is towering over her.
"Didn't you hear anything I said from the last five minutes?!" Roxanne asked, ignoring Winona's question, "We been stuck here in for one whole week! Doesn't it drive you insane?"
Winona groaned. Two weeks ago, after working on some projects to restore Hoenn, the administrator gave them what they all thought to be is vacation. But their two-week vacation break is at the only building that stands in Lilycove, the family-owned hotel. With the small space and some damages from the incident, Winona mentally agrees that so far the vacation is driving her insane. Especially when she's thrown into a room with her fellow female comrades and being ordered to not work at all.
"I told you, I'm not interested in your complaints." She coldly replied, "Now will you excuse me-"
"Romey and Julie?" Roxanne read the title of the book with disgust, "No offense, but are you desperate?"
Winona felted a nerve somewhere in her body got shot.
"No offense, but you're the one driving me insane." She thought, glaring at her, feeling like giving her a headache.
"How about you go call the administrator yourself and politely asked for another option." She suggested, changing the subject without hesitation. Roxanne's brows lift up and silently think a little bit.
"Why didn't you say something before?" Roxanne muttered moodily as she stormed to the door, "Instead of reading the corniest book in all of-"
"WAIT!" screamed a girlie voice from the bathroom. Before either of the two gym leaders was able to identify the voice, the door to the bathroom flied open. A pond's worth of stream flowed into the room and quickly claimed every place that is not fogged. Emerging from the door herself, Flannery was covered in a towel and had a happy smiled glued to her face.
"I want to come-Romey and Julie? Winona, are you like desperate or something?" Flannery asked, noticing the book that was on Winona's lap. Roxanne and Winona (ignoring another nerve's life claim by a comment) quickly recovered from the shock and without hesitation:
"FLANNERY!!!!"
The roar from them caused Flannery to flinch. The redhead sheeply smiled, now knowing why.
"…Oh…. Whoops…." Flannery sheeply replied, glancing nervous at all the fog that's making home in their hotel room. Roxanne growled.
"THIS IS NOT THE HOT SPRINGS!!!!" Roxanne roared, edging close to Flannery. Very often from last week, Flannery tends to overheat their only shower in their room. In the family-owned hotel in Lilycove, when someone overheats one shower, everyone in the hotel has to suffer 24 hours of cold showers. Out of all the females in the room they have to share, Roxanne can not stand cold water. Not at all.
Winona groaned, seeing the same after effect placing before her. The redhead always nervously tries to back away from the increasing pressure of the brunette. Then hell breaks lose in the room if Winona is not there. She got up from her spot halfheartedly and proceeds to the scene where Flannery and Roxanne started to draw out the weapons.
"Enough, I don't want another patient bill to cough up money for." Winona coldly announced, stepping in between the defending towel and the sharp ruler.
Flannery and Roxanne glanced at the threatening glare of the lavender hair. Not often Winona comes in to stop a dangerous war such as Flannery vs. Roxanne battle. However, for the last 7 days, she's been cold as a rock to mostly everyone.
"I'll go talk to the administrator! He likes me better!" Flannery blurted out, taking the silence as the advantage to escape from both of them. She darted to the door and ran out without looking back or saying another word. Roxanne quickly shut the door and locked it tight.
"That'll take her out of my hair for awhile." Roxanne mumbles as she turned around. The heated fog is mostly cleared up, but Roxanne wished it were still a little foggy. That way, she wouldn't have to be face to face with the cold violet eyes that are ready to strike.
"What? I know you two are pals, but we need some Flannery-free space-"
"And let her go to the phone in the lobby only in a towel? Are you really a role-model student?" Winona coldly asked. Roxanne opened her mouth to say something, but then shuts it. First it was the angered when Winona threw the curve ball. But now the disturbed image in her head….
Roxanne dashed into the bathroom and speed out with Flannery's clothes waving in her hands. Quickly unlocking the door, Roxanne flied out without closing the door behind her.
"FLANNERY! YOUR CLOTHES!" Winona heard Roxanne repeatedly screaming at the top of her lungs. Each time she said it and the sound of her slapping school shoes got fainter as she goes down farther down the hall.
"This temporary stay is starting to become a series of unfortunate headaches." Winona thought annoyingly as she closed the door slowly and proceeds to her bed by the window. With the now peace and fog less room all to herself, she let out a sigh of relief. Taking the advantage of the rare occasion of undisturbed time, Winona slowly flipped the book open to the page where her feather bookmark was rested in. Unfortunately, thanks to Roxanne, her bookmark lost her place in the very small text page.
"…I always thought I can do things myself…"
The sudden sound of the door opening paused her reading. Silently cursing for not locking the door, her eyes shift up to seek the one who dares to break the peace.
"Are my eyes blind, or did I just see Roxanne chasing Flannery around the staircase about clothes and towels?"
Hearing Liza's voice, Winona relaxed and lifts her head up completely. Liza and Sapphire are the people she doesn't go get cold easily recently. Liza because she's a young girl. Sapphire because she's her student. She gave a small grin to the disturbed fact that's plastered on the young girl's face.
"Never heard of that one before." Winona quickly replied. Liza's eyes quickly caught the gold title of the black leather book she was reading.
"Romey and Julie? Man, you're desperate." Liza teased. Feeling another nerve going down the drain, Winona's grin began to feel fake on her own pale face.
"Well, what else can I do to not go crazy?" Winona asked sarcastically. But the truth is, if she doesn't anything that'll take her mind off of wanting work will drive her crazy.
"Well, duh, the upcoming dance!" Liza happily said, playing a huge smile on her face. Besides the out of date games and the destroyed pool, the board decide to hold a little party to celebrate the restoration of Hoenn in the messed up ball room sometime in the end of the second week of vacation.
Winona felt a familiar tug in her brain somewhere, but she stubbornly ignored it while watching Liza flowly dance into the bed next to her.
"Like anyone would want to go-"
"Juan and Drake are battling it out for Glacia." Liza interrupted, "This morning, in the lobby, no one was able to get tea or coffee because they wanted to see who can make the best coffee for her. I swear, you can't find them doing anything else."
"So you're going?" Winona asked, raising an eyebrow. Out of habit, she started to twist a small section of her hair mindlessly.
"You bet!" Liza replied excitedly.
"With whom?"
"Tate! He asked me once they announced the dance date!" the black hair girl replied. One of Winona's fingers got stuck in her hair.
"Tate?" Winona asked seriously as she shift her eyes to scan the girl's face. The thought of Liza's twin brother as her date seems to be an awkward item to even think of.
"Yep." Liza proudly responds. Freeing her finger from the small knot, Winona couldn't help by just look at the smiling girl.
"Uh…That's great, Liza." Winona said, trying to sound approval to cover up the awkward feeling. Liza glanced at the book again.
"So are you going with anyone?" Liza asked, shifting her view back to the older female.
"No." Winona quickly replied, brushing off the tug in her brain again.
"You sure?" Liza said, but in a teasing tone. Winona mentally jumped. Even thought Liza's just a kid, she is psychic. Being a psychic means reading minds, in Winona's opinion.
"Yes, I'm sure." Winona calmly said, "Hey, can you go see where Sapphire is? Hadn't seen her all day."
Liza raised an eyebrow, "Your instructing her on VACATION?!"
"Verbally." Winona responded, getting up, "Just tell her I'm in here."
Liza followed her to the door, aiming an annoyed face at the lavender hair.
"Your suppose to be on VACATION-"
"Some of us are just different on how we want to spend our vacation, Liza." Winona replied as she gently pushes Liza out of the door, "I'll see you later."
Liza didn't look convince but nodded.
"If that's how you see it." She replied before closing the door behind her. Winona groaned and rubbed her templates on her head.
"Just when I though dealing this vacation was at its worse point all ready…" she muttered stubbornly as she collapsed into the bed, "Who wants to go out with their sibling…Kids these days…"
Cursing under her breath, she reached out for the book. Again, her bookmark failed to mark the same place.
"…No one can carry this weigh on their one shoulder…"
The book rammed into the wall across the room. Dropping the hand lazily that was responsible for throwing the book, Winona felted another headache coming from fighting the images she wants to neglect badly once she read the words. Calming her heartbeats and nerves, she took a deep breath.
"Great, now I can't read it without thinking about it." Winona mumbled as she stared at the ceiling, "Thanks Liza…"
She can't blame Liza, thought. She can't blame her for Winona's recent cold behavior. Besides, once she first saw the title in the library, deep down in herself, romance books would bring up something she would have to suffer with. But it was her stupid pride self, demanding that she can read romance books without reminding herself of anything at all.
"She doesn't know the story," Winona though, as her hand gently glide to the bandage up wounds that circle her whole slim hips, "Nobody else doesn't know the whole story either…"
Wincing from the pain, she glanced at the window next to her. Out the second-story window one can see the courtyard that was once look beautiful before the storms arrive. Winona stared at the window that is directly 180 degrees across from her window.
"…Except for him and I."
Review if you wish, not going to force you. But a writer can only get better if another set of eyes sees it in their own way. Aka, learn from mistakes.
As for Romey and Julie, why I go with that is beyond me...
I do admit to having problems with grammar and trying the characters to stay on character, thought...