impressions

(Original notes: It is that time of year again. This setting is post-Flare fuckup. Lysandre has miraculously survived and currently resides in a disclosed location rehabilitating and coping with his illness(es), hoping not to face Major Jail Time. Xerosic's doing his science shit, and the science girls are out of that Major Jail TIme prospect thanks to some good connections by Malva (who may or may not be instigating the works of a Flare rebirth).

Most importantly, though, the Sinnoh League's come to visit, and one Champ may be falling hard for another. heh.)

Originally written February 1st, 2016 on tumblr for femslash february. I was really glad that i tried my hardest to write more earlier in the year. This mini-series worked well in my favor, too. I rated it mature audiences just as an nice, smooth balance between T and M. Viewer discretion advised.

The Sinnoh League was well on its way of being deemed the top collaborating and supportive league of the great nations. Last year they worked wonders on the Kanto League and the sub-dividing Johto League. Before that they worked the Hoenn and Unova Leagues and even peeked in on the Orange League to see how it was faring. There might've been some boring workshops, but there were also fun drunken outings and ultimate ultimate Frisbee and doodling on Lance's face and POKEMON. If the Elite Fours and Champions couldn't cooperate with each other, how could they expect to have the maximum effectiveness with the pokemon?

But the Kalos League had a lot of friction that was really hard to defuse.

Cynthia and the others had been parked in their temporary housing in Lumiose for ten days now, but they hadn't even had a successful workshop yet without screwing it up somehow. Wikstrom, the senior Elite Four member, was a lot less patient with what Cynthia liked to call "League shenanigans". This also extended to his fellow co-worker Drasna, who was nice and awesome but often dozed off or stared off into space. She and Cynthia had a good, twenty-minute conversation about dragons and Sinnoh, but she wasn't very business-oriented. Wikstrom and Drasna left that to their younger colleagues, Siebold and Malva. While Siebold was standoffish and muttered what seemed to be a lot of French and German curses, he was fairly tolerable. And his drinks were better than his gourmet food.

Malva, on the other hand…Cynthia kinda wanted to fight her. And she hated fighting. Every proposal and workshop idea and advertisement had been single-handedly, ruthlessly rejected by her. Something about everything not being good enough. There were those girls that often hung around their hotel rooms, too, the ones with the bright hair and lipstick. They talked a lot of shit for a bunch of girls who ate up all of their mini-fridge food.

But that wasn't even the worst of it. The worst of it how she always had her arm around the Kalos's pretty Champ's back or her hand in her hair or how she always whispered words into the Champ's ear. And it seemed like every time she did this, she'd always look at Cynthia with that smug smirk on her face. It was like she knew she was stealing Cynthia's crush away and was actively enjoying it. And unless Cynthia wanted to delay or harm any progress the Leagues could have, there really was nothing she could do except sit back and take it.

And she really hated sitting back and taking it.

On this tenth day, she decided to get out of the hotel for a bit and roam Lumiose. She heard that Professor Sycamore's lab wasn't far from where they were and wanted to visit him; they hadn't seen each other in person since their wild days with Old Man Rowan in Sinnoh. Whistling a tune she was about to step into the rental Jeep when she spotted the other Champ a few feet from where she'd park. She was cute and small as usual, with her sunhat on her head and her sunglasses fitting that gorgeous face, and she was holding a bag of something. Cynthia softly smacked herself on the face to keep herself from falling flat in front of this angelic being.

Instead she stood as upright as she could, throwing a hand in the hair. "Hey, Diantha! Need a lift?"

Diantha lifted her shades down slightly and flustered, biting her lip. "Shhh! You'll get us mobbed!" she replied. Then, in a lower voice, she agreed, "Sure."

They got into the Jeep, and Cynthia began driving. Well, this was certainly awkward. One of their first direct conversations, and already there was yelling. This wasn't very ideal. Scratching her head she couldn't help but chuckle. "Sorry 'bout that," she apologized. "I forget your League's a lot more famous with the publicity and all. Where you headin'?"

"Oh, no, I didn't mean to snap at you like that-"

"Huh? No, it's fine, it's fine." Cynthia waved her hand. "I'm a little too loud sometimes. I'm headin' over to Professor Sycamore's laboratory. We're supposed to pick up McDonalds and get smashed while watching soccer. Kind of a class reunion, you could say. I can drop you off anywhere, though."

"Ah? You're visiting Augustine, too?"

"Too?"

"Yes. I told him I was going to pop in today, since Siebold is having one of his…how you say, Iron Chef moments."

"You mean that loud screaming in the kitchen I heard just before coming out here?"

"Yes. He and Malva were arguing again, it seems. They often have different plans of cuisine."

Malva's not with you guys. You have a chance, the thought popped into Cynthia's head, and she gripped onto the steering wheel tighter. "Hey, so speaking of Malva, why didn't you invite her to come along? Since you guys are…well…y'know."

"Y'know what?"

"Da…ting?…"

"Ohoho. Oh, no," Diantha said, shaking her head with a smile.

"Oh, that's a relie-"

"Well, we used to date. All throughout our college years, actually. But then we grew apart. Ah, well, no, we just had very different ideas of relationships. She's not very good with meeting new people, but she and I are still quite close. Is it that noticeable?"

"Ah-well-"

"She and Siebold had something, too, for such a long while. Not a relationship, I don't think. They scream at each other so much, sometimes I think Malva hates him. But they are also best friends. I think she'd say it's very complicated, and she's in another relationship, I think. With some other nice girl, I hope. Do you like her?"

don'tblowitdon'tblowitdon'tblowit, the thought screamed in her head, and Cynthia blurted out, "You're really cute."

"Pardon? You spoke so softly."

But there Cynthia was, stopping the Jeep and gaining every pissed driver around her, all in her flustered glory. She had a chance! And all she had to do was go to Sycamore's and not fuck up and make the situation more awkward than she could salvage.

But she and Sycamore had planned to get smashed…

oh no.