Author's Notes: Well, here it is: Another Kamitsure x Fuuro one-shot :D (Though if you guys like it, I might add another chapter in) It's pretty innocent, except for a hot lil' make-out near the end :D

A quick note from me: Though the pairing is officially named Airplane-Shipping (How cliche) I'm gonna just call it Emonga-Shipping. I think it works better, in my opinion :) And you disagree with me, then I suppose I'll have to eat your soul :D

Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

If there was one thing that Kamitsure appreciated, it was a good view. She enjoyed the view of a sunset, where the world turns red and dark, lit by the sun's final words. She enjoyed the view of the Tower of Heavens, looking down on the land like some kind of Legendary Pokemon looking down upon its subject. She enjoyed the view from within her Gym, seeing the little pods spinning and driving round, like some wacky amusement park, all brightly lit and sparkling (Thank Voltolos for Electric-type Pokemon, or the bills would have her ass on a plate)

Yes, Kamitsure did appreciate a good view. But of course, watching the world around her got repetitive after a while.

Good thing she had other things to view.

Now, if there was one thing that Kamitsure liked to view, it was Fuuro. Kamitsure definitely enjoyed watching the slim curve of her fellow Gym Leaders torso fold down, like an hourglass, down into the tantalising sway of hips that then bordered out into slim, strong thighs. Kamitsure struggled to maintain her stoic demeanour that she kept up so often when her eyes roamed down the slim neck of the other girl, swelling into the protruding chest area, blue attire vanishing into the beautiful glow of the red-head's naval. The blonde all but licked her lips at Fuuro's sweet demeanour, the shining bright blue eyes, the heart-like face, topped off with a dazzling ember of red hair, and that curious tuft of hair strung up by the propeller hairpiece.

There always was some new thing to observe about the red-head. Another little curve to find, another way for light to shine on the exposed skin of her lower torso, another soft strand of rather pinkish hair to border a shining blue eye. Always something new, and always something to be adored.

But that's beside the point. The point was that, well, Kamitsure very much liked the other girl. Very much liked. And recently, the blonde mused on whether or not the red-head returned those feelings of desired affection. It definitely would be interesting to find out, and Kamitsure liked interesting activities. So, the Electric specialist had sent about her new mission; She had been very subtle in her methods of trying to see how the Flying specialist really thought of her other then as a best friend, from techniques like ever-so innocent two-edged questions, to mere observation of reaction.

Of course, all this had led to one fine conclusion; Judging from Fuuro's slight blushes nowadays, especially if Kamitsure swayed her hip nicely, or stretched out her lithe form, the more stammered version of the red-head's nature indulging itself more often and the ever-growing nervous flicks of that tuft of hair, it is plainly clear, even to some eccentric idiot like Arti (No offence to the Bug-maniac Gym Leader), that the Flying specialist has some kind of a crush on the blonde. Of course, the red-head was far too nervous and, quite literally, air-headed to confront such a serious issue, to her at least, head-on. She is no Brave Bird, certainly.

But no matter. Fuuro doesn't have to make the first move; Like any Electric type, Kamitsure has circled and observed her victim, carefully watching for and deducing weaknesses to exploit. And now that she has identified Fuuro's hidden passion, and her uncertainty towards Kamitsure's reaction, the Electric specialist can move in for a deadly strike, fast and efficient. She was looking forward to the time when she would get the other girl right where she wanted her. And have her at last.

Electric is superior to Flying, after all.

The Tower of Heavens

The Tower of Heavens is aptly named; The huge structure is absolutely titanic, high enough to penetrate clouds in fact, as though it can pierce the Heaven's themselves. It was also the lying place of the deceased, the home of lost souls and resting bodies. a place of quiet mourning and remembrance of past loved ones. This cold and mystical atmosphere makes for the perfect territories of the gentle Ghost/Fire type, Hitomoshi or the telepathic Psychic-type, Riguree, Pokemon drawn by the sombre attitude and soul-like nature of the tower.

And it was Fuuro's favourite place to think about stuff. Truly, the red-head so enjoyed relaxing upon the spire of the tower, sitting before the ornate bell in a classic meditative pose. She'd heard about a Psychic Pokemon named Alakazam from a far off region called Kanto that meditated daily to harness it's strength and calm itself. Fuuro had taken to copying that activity, sitting here upon the top of the Tower, legs folded and arms jointed, eyes closed, relaxing her flighty spirit and simply allowing the gusts of pure wind to sweep over her as she just...

Relaxed.

Occasionally, she may be joined by a Riguree or two in this relaxing act (Training a Kokoromori had given her good insight in Psychic-type behaviour), but today, it was just her, sitting atop the Tower of Heavens, musing on stuff. Not much to it.

Her thoughts were scattered, but similar, like the soft breezes blowing through a forest. She thought of what challengers her Gym might receive today (Hopefully not someone who would threaten to sue her for her cannons, like that green-haired kid with the cap and the weird speeches) she thought about whether Swanna might want a grooming today, she thought about that letter Kamitsure sent her, telling her that the blonde would be visiting soon, she thought about her soft affection for the other girl (Secret, thankfully) and she thought about that pesky Shandera that kept trying to scare her or steal her soul or whatever other prank it could think of. She should get Swanna to water down that thing later.

Fuuro sighed, took a deep breath, and relaxed in the wind. Most people hated and couldn't stand the high altitude of this place, but she was used to it and she loved it. Nothing here but her and only her, where she would just relax without any interrupt-

"Figured I'd find you up here."

The familiar voice cut through Fuuro's contemplating mind, and she turned her head, and looked up upon the sight of black-clad legs, to see Kamitsure standing next to her, looking down at her with her typical air of cool stoicism, though touched by a hint of amusement.

Fuuro gaped in shock, before letting out an excited squeal, leaping to her feet with Acrobat-like agility and promptly seized the other girl in an almost crushing hug. Kamitsure restrained a winded choke, breathing deeply instead, before returning the affectionate gesture, holding the other girl almost possessively, before the two withdrew from each other, though Fuuro maintained a grip on Kamitsure's hands as she grinned widely at the blonde.

"Kamitsure!" Fuuro exclaimed happily, astonished at her friend's earlier-then-expected presence in her city. "I got that letter you sent me, but I didn't expect you this soon! Or up here, for that matter, but never mind! You're here now! That's awesome!"

The Electric specialist merely smirked at Fuuro's typical enthusiasm, before replying: "Well, any chance to hang out with you is much appreciated. Besides, I was intending to check out the Electric Cave; See if there's some new Pokemon to spice up my team a little. But I heard you were here, so I came to visit."

"Well, you are in luck, my friend!" Fuuro giggled, promptly sitting down again and motioning Kamitsure to do the same, which the blonde did, before continuing: "The Electric Cave has some great Pokemon! Not that I go there often, but there's this absolutely adorable little electric fish things, and these absolutely adorable little electric spider things! And they're just so cute and powerful!"

"Is everything cute and powerful to you, Fuuro?" Kamitsure asks, slight amusement in her voice, but shivering ever so slightly as a cold wind blows against her not-so-covered body; A nasty inconvenience. Fuuro notices this, and quickly moves to sling an arm around her friend's shoulder in a small attempt to share body warmth. Fuuro is used to this high altitude, and the blonde moves in to lean on the other girl, relaxed and cool as always.

Hopefully she doesn't see the red-head blush slightly at such casual contact to the Flying specialist's warming attempt, but Fuuro quickly moves on: "W-Well, not everything is cute and powerful. Like Sazandora, or Ulgamoth. They aren't cute, but they're really powerful!"

"Isn't that right-" Kamitsure replied, twirling a headphone wire in one hand, the other moving to return the arm-over-shoulder gesture, taking opportunity where she got it. "-Well, much as I love it up here-" A cold wind made the blonde shiver. "-I think I'd better go check out the Electric Cave."

"Oh." Fuuro whimpered. "Don't you wanna hang out with me? I promise I'll be off the Tower soon. Just a few minutes of relaxing?"

"Yeah." Kamitsure replied casually, smirking softly. "Relaxing."

Fuuro blushes ever so slightly, faintly detecting some kind of hidden meaning behind the words, but wisely ignoring it. It wouldn't do well to antagonise Kamitsure over every little word. The blonde is as sharp as she is stoic, and the red-head would rather not be the victim of said sharpness. Instead, the duo merely relax in their positions, sat next to each other, arms slung over the others shoulders.

This left both Fuuro and Kamitsure in a rather contrasting mind-set. The blonde knows she has the advantage now. No chance of interruption up here; The Tower of Heaven's is Fuuro's, put simply, and only she would come up to the top. On the other hand, the red-hand is feeling nervous, rather then the Electric specialist's hidden triumph. Caught alone by her (Secret) crush, she wonders if she should keep up the platonic role, or at least try to admit her feelings. As aforementioned, it is very contrasting.

The two are silent, musing, as the cold wind blows around them, and the great bell shifts ever so slightly. Remembering that girl who came up here to cheer up Fuuro ages ago (Not to mention save the world from Team Plasma's scheme), the red-head sighs, and speaks to the fellow female: "Kamitsure?"

"Yes?"

"Well, I was just wondering..." The Heaven's Surprising Girl hesitates, wondering how best to phrase, well, anything to the other girl, whom merely smirks softly, waiting for it with subtle anticipation. "Um... well... Arceus above... What if I... um."

"Out of your depth, Fuuro, with the whole talking aspect?" Kamitsure asks coolly, smirking slightly at the increased blush, Fuuro's other arm moving up to scratch the back of her head awkwardly. Aw, how adorably nervous. The Electric specialist will enjoy this. The time has come to make the move. Smirking widening, Kamitsure shifts so her body is front-to-front with the other girl, arm slinking around the red-head's torso, the other moving up to stroke gently at her prize's hair. Fuuro's eyes widen at the bold manoeuvre, her blush reddening further at Kamitsure's closeness.

"How about this? Stop talking."

Her prey within range, the blonde moves her head forward, ready to claim what is hers as Fuuro breathes heavily, both sets of eyes closing as their lips move for each other.

And they connect.

It is like a Bursting Flame has set off in Fuuro's mind, a Wild Bolt surging through her as she sinks into Kamitsure, allowing the other girl to press her sweet, soft lips against hers, a tingling sensation of wet on wet, muscles aching for more touch, the blonde drawing Fuuro's warm body to hers possessively, arms tightening around each other as their lips press yet closer together. Kamitsure has never experienced such an amazing sensation then from kissing the object of her desire, and she so desperately wants more from the other girl, wondering just how easy it would be to take the other girl here and now.

Fuuro groans into Kamitsure, the pleasure building from this simplest of romantic activity and coursing through her, her whole body aching for Kamitsure's touch, as the blonde pushes against her, forcing her onto her back and pinning her to the cold floor of the Tower of Heavens, one hand moving down to push aside a navy suspender and eagerly clings onto the concealed left breast of Fuuro.

The Heaven's Surprising Girl whimpers excitedly as Kamitsure draws back to allow air, the blonde triumphant as her hand slowly begins to knead the soft hot flesh covered by light-blue clothing, and Fuuro moans-

Suddenly, Kamitsure freezes, her eyes snapping to look at something. Caught off-guard by the lack of further administrations, Fuuro turns her head to see what the other girl is looking, both disappointed and terrified by thought of discovery.

Surprise, surprise, it is that Shandera, the glass-like Fire/Ghost type hovering nearby, yellow eyes wider then normal, purple flame flickering in the wind. Evidently, the creature had been intending to bug Fuuro again with whatever new prank it had formulated, but had come across a far more surprising sight. The Pokemon has never seen creatures in the act of mating, let alone humans, no, let alone two female humans. It is surprised, certainly.

Kamitsure, on the other hand, just had her mood killed by a spying Ghost, and she snarls viciously: "Run. Before I hurt you."

For all it's worth, a Shandera knows how to take a hint, and quickly vanishes through the floor, leaving only a purple spark behind.

Fuuro sighs softly, still pinned under Kamitsure, and murmurs: "Damn ghost..."

"I'll get it later." The blonde grumbles, laying down on the other girl and locking their blue eyes in a soft gaze. "I suppose we'd better clear out from here. Might have gone to get friends."

"Yeah..." Fuuro replied timidly, as Kamitsure agilely gets off her and helps the red-head up. Once that is done, Fuuro quickly swipes a Pokeball from her belt and calls out her Swanna, the large bird Pokemon appearing in a flash of white and shaking her white feathers regally, before turning the sharp gaze upon her trainer and her friend.

"Swanna, mind Flying me and Kamitsure back to my place?" The girl asks, hopping onto the Swan Pokemon's back, said Pokemon nodding, as Kamitsure promptly sat behind Fuuro, arms locking around the other girl's waist, still muttering angrily to herself. As Swanna prepares for lift-off, Fuuro turns to look at the other girl, and asks: "Um... Kamitsure? When we get to my place-"

The blonde smiles at that, and replies: "Of course." and pecks Fuuro on the cheek.

The red-head blushes, as she is prone to do, but smiles widely, and the Flying/Water type spreads magnificent wings and leaps into the sky.

Elsewhere

"You are joking, correct?" One Riguree asks, astounded. "The Sky Girl performing such activities with another female?"

"Not just any female, but her friend, the Mistress of Storms?" One Hitomoshi asks timidly. "Really?"

"Of course." Shandera replied to the lower evolution. "I was to scare the Sky Girl, but I found her submitting to the other, locking herself in a passionate dance of life. Though, the mistress of Storms may seek Revenge against me for interrupting her conquest."

"Regardless, I think I'm going to enjoy seeing the Sky Girl again." The Hitomoshi says joyfully, a statement echoed by two other little candle Ghosts.

The Riguree is silent, but soon asks Shandera: "Was the Mistress of Storms engaging in pleasurable contact with her partner's mammary glands?"

Author's Notes: After all that build-up, Fuuro and Kamitsure are interrupted by a Shandera. Damn you, you f***ing chandelier and your overpowered Special Attack! "Shakes fist angrily."

Thumbs up for that Riguree at the end XD Hope you liked this story!