Editor's Note:
It's about time I get back into the loop of things. Yes, I realize that I have other fiction to complete, however, I do need to stretch my creative muscles once more—and this little ditty should do the trick.
As my first practice fiction, this storyline is dedicated to and inspired by a certain Yukino Nezumi (oh, I hope I got it right), whose adorable Eliteundershipping fiction reintroduced the Cynthia/Aaron shipping to me (I always knew it existed, but it has actually caught my eye for fiction, it seems).
Yes, this is an Eliteundershipping, predominantly (Which means YAOI. NO LIKE NO READ, NO FLAME, SO GO BACK TO WATCHING CUPCAKE WARS.) However, there is a delicious conflict involving my new toy, Aceshipping (Cynthia/Aaron, at least I think that's the name. Correct me if I'm wrong, please).
Enjoy and review, please! I'd like to know how well I'm getting back into the groove. Delicious shipping experiments. Yum.
Oh, and because I hate watching the anime, Lucian's head canon voice is British. Because reasons.
I'm not sure how I'll achieve it…but somehow…I will. I will.
I.
Just.
Will.
Oh, those beautiful puppy eyes, that beaming smile, those cute little blushing cheeks, and that ADORABLE cowlick! I just want to pick him up and squeeze him! He must be mine! I will stop at nothing to make Aaron of the Elite Four my boyfriend, and no one will ever come between us! If only he weren't constantly with—
"HEY, GUYS! I set the microwave on fire again!"
In the dining room of the Sinnoh League castle, Champion Cynthia sat at the head of the table whilst her closest and dearest friend Lucian sat at the opposite end, staring at each other with what would strike some as endearing eyes.
Of course, why would they be? They hate each other at the moment.
Aaron sat awkwardly two seats away from Cynthia, two away from Lucian, not quite sure what was going on. Something was fishy about today, because Cynthia and Lucian have never been this friendly to each other…
Perhaps to get a better understanding of poor Aaron's distraught, let's rewind to the beginning of this year.
Earning his way into the Elite Four, Aaron, a seventeen year-old five foot and eight inches tall beanpole of energy and excitement has burst through the castle doors, ready to meet his new colleagues.
It was at that moment when champion and veteran elite set eye on the green-haired boy within the same breath, both instantaneously falling in love at first sight with Aaron. Lucian, a man who hadn't felt that way for anyone before, was entranced by the younger's exuberant persona and his ability to make complete strangers best friends within mere seconds. He almost dropped his book, but remained composed, regardless of how in love he was at that moment. Cynthia, who had just had her heart broken by a man she had liked for a while, found that love could regenerate itself in many forms—in her case, Aaron. His determination and million-dollar smile made her forget about all her troubles, as if they never happened. She'd never met a boy who could have such a wondrous effect.
It was decided. Lucian told himself that he would be the first to greet Aaron and introduce him to the world of the Elites, perhaps make a closer relationship than with the others at the same time…
…however, Cynthia had thought the exact thing.
Unbeknownst of each other's motives, both adults moved their right feet forward. When they had seen the other's actions, their heads snapped at each other, lavender eyes meeting grey ones in what can only be described as competitive hatred.
Oh no, bitch. He's mine.
The male elite balled his fists, feeling his eyebrow twitch. There's no way that I am going to let that boy-crazy child manipulate Aaron into dating her, only so that she'll be bored of him and throw him away just like the rest of them, he thought to himself bitterly. He knew Cynthia had a tendency to jump from boy to boy, claiming to be in love if only for two weeks. He wouldn't have it.
The blonde, apparently knowing what Lucian was thinking, scowled and held back a hiss. Back off, Lucian. You don't know anything about me, and I will prove it with this relationship with Aaron. You need to learn to keep it in your pants, anyways.
While those two were trying to set each other on fire with their minds, fellow Elite Flint had taken Aaron by the shoulder, a big grin on his face.
"Hey, there! I'm Flint, and it's good to finally have someone a little closer to my age in this place! I hear you're the new kid—Aaron, right?"
The younger boy giggled, nodding in approval. "That's me! Nice to meet you, Flint! Wow, you and Bertha are really nice. I'm looking forward to working with you. But…what's with those two?" he tilted his head, seeing only two awkwardly-standing adults staring at each other angrily.
"Oh, those two are like that all the time. The dapper lad on the right is Lucian, our strongest Elite," Bertha intervened, standing on the other side of Aaron, "and the lovely lady on the left if Miss Cynthia, our champion. They're both great kids, Lucian being a sweet, quiet type and Cynthia is a kindly, well-mannered lady. For some odd reason, they're too busy being rude to introduce themselves!" the elderly woman said loudly, causing the inward fight to break.
"Oh, I do apologize, dear Aaron!" Lucian acted quickly, gliding over on his tiptoes and stopping in front of Aaron. "A true gentleman never makes his acquaintances wait. I am Lucian, and I gladly welcome you to the League." The Brit smiled, taking a small bow which earned a giggle out of Aaron.
Cynthia, infamous for belligerent jealousy, almost ran over and pushed Lucian to the side, which almost made him fall. "Good evening, Aaron darling! I am your champion, Cynthia, and I only want the absolute best for the newest addition to our family! If there is anything you need, just ask away, my dear." She curtsied.
Aaron blushed and chuckled to himself. "Wow! Everyone is so nice! I feel so welcomed here, you guys. Nice to meet the strongest elite and the champion in one go!"
Just as the champion had opened her mouth to respond, Lucian shoved her aside with his elbow, with much more force than what Cynthia had done to him. Thankfully, Bertha was close enough for her to catch the blonde so that she wouldn't topple over to the floor.
"You are more than welcomed, Aaron. I want you to know that since Cynthia has such a busy schedule and cannot afford to dillydally with trivialities such as showing you around," his voice extra sincere in those words, "I, in all my martyrdom, shall take it upon myself and have you situated here in the castle. It's only reasonable that a fellow Elite would have the kindness to do so!" the lavender-haired man held a hand to his heart, acting as if he was giving up the world for this boy.
The physical contact and tones in their voices made Bertha skeptical. There was obviously something up, but she'd save the questioning for when the time was right.
Unaware of the growing conflict between Champion and companion, Aaron simply fawned over Lucian and his self-proclaimed nobility. "Wow, Lucian…thank you for doing that! You really don't have to." He blushed—score is one to a big fat Swanna egg.
Fast-forward many months later.
It's been a half-year since Aaron joined the elites, and it's been nothing but a constant game of Spy VS Spy between the love-struck duo of Lucian and Cynthia. The lavender-haired elite had won a few points by constructing a garden just outside the castle for Aaron's bug-catching enjoyment, where Cynthia had a righteous comeback in points by hand tailoring his signature black Combee-print vest. As they continued to adorn the boy with gifts, Flint grew conscious of the affection, but interpreted it far off from what it really was.
"Man, you're lucky! I never got the love that you're getting from them!" Flint laced his fingers behind his head, lying down in the lush grass of Aaron's garden. The green-haired elite lay down beside him, smiling widely.
"I don't know what it is, but I'm not complaining! They never stopped liking me since I've come in! I was afraid that Cynthia would be a cruel-hearted witch of a woman, but she keeps giving me stuff! It's so cool. And I never would've thought to meet someone like Lucian before. He's amazing and sweet and smart and pretty…"
Flint, whose eyes had closed momentarily in relaxation, shot them open when he heard the statement.
"Wait, what was that last part?"
Aaron blushed and bit down on his lower lip.
"Last what?"
"What you said."
"Said what?"
"About Lucian."
"What about Lucian?"
"You said something about him!"
"I did?"
"…Never mind."
Fast-forward to this past Monday.
Aaron's eighteenth birthday is right around the corner! This means many things for our fellow elites.
Amongst them is the opportunity for two desperate adults hoping to grasp the attention of their object of affection.
Whilst out shopping for gifts and other miscellaneous party things, Flint was in charge of squeezing information out of Aaron about what he may want for his birthday. Bertha was in charge of setting up where his party should be, whereas it's a race to the wrap between Lucian and Cynthia at the Veilstone Department store. They made a mess all over the place, violently shooing away people with their fists as they reach for all the best gifts.
It was somewhat expected to be from Cynthia, but Lucian? He was the composed gentleman, a lover not a fighter. Instead, he found himself somewhere between kicking a shin and ripping a potential present from the hands of a child when he heard the accursed voice of his employer on the other side of the store.
"Hehehehehe, ohhhhh, Luciaaaaaaaan!" she sang in that condescending tone of hers, "Look what I've got! It's the new Pokétch App, you know, the one that helps track down Pokémon from all over! I'm sure it'll be useful for Aaron's bug-catching!" she held up the small box, waving it around whilst her red tongue stuck out, tasting her victory. Lucian, with a look of shock drawn across his face, only grew fiercer in competition. With a grit of his teeth, the taller man shouted back from the opposite end of the store, "You think that'll win him over? Please, that's so superficial of you! I have something that'll make Aaron forget you even existed!"
"Oh? And what would that be?"
Lucian reached into his hand basket, pulling out a Pokéball. "My present is in here, and the only way you'll find out what it is will be when Aaron sends it out—I'll have him for sure!"
Cynthia growled; there would be no way she'll let Lucian take Aaron away from her. "We'll see about that!"
Meanwhile, back at the league…
"…All in all, I kind of don't care what I get, as long as I spend the day with my best friends." Aaron smiled, wrapping himself in a Lucian-knit blanket. Man, that thing was warm.
Flint took it upon himself to flop onto the bed, placing his head on one of the many plush Cynthia-made pillows circling them. "That's really lame, dude. But it's cute. I already got your gift, which is probably the best one. I know what Bertha got you, and man, will you love it. As for Wingus and Dingus, they're probably buying yachts and private islands for you." Flint snorted, toying with a Lucian-bought Wurmple plushie.
Aaron, snuggly rolling around in the blanket, blushed a bright pink. "I seriously don't know what's up with those two! I mean, the attention is nice, but sometimes it feels like they're…well…"
"They're what?"
"You know…coming onto me." Aaron hid his face, embarrassed by his own statement. Flint, whose initial response was to laugh and disregard it, took the possibility into consideration. It was eerily accurate to their actions—showering him with gifts, they way they talk to him, the way they talk about him…
"Hm…that's a scary thought. I mean, let's break it down, starting with Lucian. Are you even attracted to guys?" Flint was intrigued by the thought of the two most respected people in all of Sinnoh going crazy over a teenage kid.
"Well, I'm not sure. I mean, I had a girlfriend a really long time ago, and it didn't end well. I've never looked at a girl and thought, 'wow, I really need to date her because she's hot', or whatever." Aaron shifted, the familiar scent of Lucian's cologne and some tea attacking his nostrils. "He smells nice, though."
"Okay, so what if Lucian went up to you one day and said," Flint sat up, holding his head up in a cocky fashion and mustering up the most prissy British accent he could have, "'Ello, Aaron, I have been meaning to tell you that I, the great martyr Lucian, am totally gay for you and I want you to be my underage gay lover forevermore?"
Aaron tried his hardest to hold back an explosive case of the giggles, but failed. As much as he respected Lucian, his arrogance was funny to mock. "Well, I'm not sure he'd ask that way, but if he said it like he meant it, I couldn't say no. He's actually really, really attractive in a hot librarian way, and I am still experimenting with my sexuality."
Flint nodded in agreement. "Good, good. Now, let's go to Cynthia. What if one day she went up to you and said," the redhead grabbed Aaron's shoulders and pulled him to his chest, rubbing the smaller boy's face against him, "Ohhhhhhh, cute little Aaron! I am sooooooooo in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life stuffing your cute little face in my huge cleavage!" Flint sang in a falsetto voice, batting his eyes. Cue Aaron giggling nonstop.
"To be honest, I like boobies. They're squishy, and I know from many face-hugs that Cynthia has some of the squishiest boobies I've felt. Aside from that, I think she's a very beautiful lady, and I bet she'd make a good girlfriend. I couldn't reject an offer like that."
"Well, there's the problem: what if both of them asked you? You couldn't reject both of them?" Flint brought up, letting go of Aaron.
"I'm not sure…I mean, I like Cynthia, but I also like Lucian…and I don't even know if I like them romantically. I guess it'd be a matter of whoever asked me first. Even if one asked only two seconds before the other, it's only fair that I'd say yes to the person who asked first." Aaron frowned, not liking the idea of hurting a friend.
"I like that method. It'd be the best way to go. The only possible downside is that whoever was rejected would forever hate the person with you." Flint shrugged, lying back down.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you know? Lucian and Cynthia have a…history."
"What kind of history?"
"You see, they're childhood friends—er, rivals, I guess. When Lucian moved from Johto to Sinnoh, he met Cynthia, and the two were really good friends for a while. Then one day, right before fighting for the League, they dated. This is where the story goes off on many tangents; if you ask Lucian, he'll say that Cynthia not long after the relationship began ended it because she quickly fell for another guy and was secretly dating him behind his back. If you ask Cynthia, she'll say that while they were in a relationship, she told Lucian that she couldn't keep dating him because she made a mistake—she was in love with another boy. Lucian told her that it was okay, that he was gay anyways. When the two mutually agreed to break it off, Cynthia went back to the other boy and found that Lucian was macking on him."
Aaron's face was one of either shock or disgust. He'd never see either of the two the same way, even if both stories were incorrect. He didn't want to think of his Champion being a cheater, a wishy washy little schoolgirl. He didn't want to think of Lucian, the most admired of the four, to be this revenge-hungry horny bastard. Alas, it's what they are in his head now.
"No one knows the real story of how they became bitter, but it's something about love. What is true is that Lucian's hate grew when Cynthia became champion. If you've ever noticed, there's a way Cynthia orders him around that she doesn't do with us. It's because she likes having the power over him. But even then, Lucian is defiant. You may not notice it, but it's true. Those two are bitter rivals, and for some odd reason, they're trying to win you over."
Aaron shuddered. "I hope it's not romantic…because they seem pretty violent about it…and I'm afraid that if I make a choice, there will be a huge fight, something I can't control…Worst case scenario is if I don't pick and they wind up hating me on top of each other." These ugly visions playing in his head made Aaron tear up, causing him to retreat into the blanket burrito he made around himself. Flint also cringed at the thought, since it'd more than likely affect everyone…and with Cynthia's volatile attitude, people could lose positions if things don't go her way.
"Well, kid, remember, this was all hypothetical. For all we know, they're just competing over who can buy the most things for you without breaking the bank. So let's not think of it that way anymore."
"Agreed."
"Instead, I say we go to Sunyshore and get some tacos. How about it?"
End of Chapter one!
I wasn't intending for this to have more than one chapter, but shit happens. God, this is full of more head canon than there should be—but I don't care. I like the idea a lot; besides, it's fiction for a reason.
I like my multiple characterizations of Cynthia. I made her Terezi –cries- And I'm really into the idea of Lucian being perceived as the cool, calm, collected guy when in reality he's a cocky holier-than-thou asshole who's totally full of himself. I made Flint and Aaron a little too mature for their character, but hey, whatcha gon' do.
I'll get part two up a little later. For now, I sleep.
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