AN: I'm not a writer as you will find out soon enough, but I've wanted to post something for quite some time now. Also the form is on my profile.
On top of an alpine mountain stood three people. To the left was a man, in the middle was a woman, and on the far right was a relatively small figure. But judging from the broad shoulders the figure too must have been male. As the individuals buckled into their snowboards and checked to see if everything was in order. The shorter male gave out a lengthy exhale, it was a long day for all of them, but thankfully it was coming to an end. All the ski lifts shutdown, the sun had recently settled, leaving the sky with a dull blue and with the lack of its presence the chilling air took its place. However, that minor drop in temperature couldn't even be registered by the first two, but the last guy he felt it. He wasn't wearing the correct ski clothing, in fact his attire was all about fashion; not necessary the latest gear but style none the less. His attire consisted of a midnight purple tall-jumper flowing down to the bottom of his thighs, a dark purple neck warmer with black shapes littering the design, black ski trousers with thirty-two written down the side of them in white with matching boots (not that you could see them mind you) and lastly a pair of orange reflective ski goggles. Exposing his undercut pompadour, leaving his eye length hair, slicked back.
After a couple of moments one by one they each set off. Again, leading from the left. The first man raced down the mountain, his style was all about speed, small movements and a crouched posture. However, the woman's was all about control, this allowed her to avoid all the small snow mounds. Creating a smooth ride. Finally the last one out of them, he, he enjoyed the powder, the soft snow, fairy dust, the white stuff, whatever you'd like to call it, that was his pleasure. It was all about carving out your own path and going where no one else had gone. But he had to wait, for he had to go further down the slopes where they would allow you to.
Several minutes went by as they all snowboarded down the slopes. The first guy had already go on so far ahead that other two couldn't even see him anymore. Which didn't sit well with our last guy, he hated the fact that the first guy was too far to see. So he slowly lowered his stance, bending his knees further and further, tucking his front arm under his front leg. He need to get lower, more speed and aerodynamics. But then again it didn't really help that it tall-jumper was flapping behind him like a cape. Less and less did he carve, sometimes even scratching on small patches of ice releasing a sound as if you were ripping cardboard. It wasn't long until he overtook the female, his speed still increasing and time continued, racing past tree after tree, missing bump after bump. He was determined to beat this guy, he couldn't lose. Narrowly missing 'trap' after 'trap' as he liked to call them (the ice and snow mounds) or more like evils incarnate. It went on for minutes, stretch after stretch, hill after hill, he still couldn't catch up to him, but finally, he was allowed off piece. He jump at the opportunity, it was his last chance. A feeling of happiness escaped from his lips in the form of a hum. A blast of fresh snow blew in all directions as he entered the untouched slope. Covering him from head to toe in small snowflakes. However, those small flacks felt like insects biting on his scalp. The crude sensation started to cloud his vision much like what the snow was literally doing. His poster started to slack, but he knew he had to stay focused. So he did the only thing he could think of, shout. Shout in frustration, annoyance and anger. The longer he cried out the more it morphed into a battle cry as if to defeat his feelings.
Snaking his way down the mountain, the guy slowly started to realise that he'd been see fewer trees. Now this was normal on but the last time he came down the mountain was more densely populated with tree than what was been shown. With the small acknowledgment he decreased his pace and started to take in more of his surroundings. There were no paths, no cable cart lines, no signs… it was as if he wasn't even on the same mountain. Yet he continued, because inevitably at the bottom was a village. So instead of worrying he just continued until he reached the bottom. Increasing his pace, to reach the bottom, he couldn't wait until he got a nice warm hot chocolate, with extra whipped cream, coco powered sprinkled on top. His desires only made him go faster.
Finally, after tens of minutes, a light could be seen over the horizon. A small and dim light but still a light. The closer he got the more a frame could be made out… it was a house.
"A HOUSE! A house is not supposed to be on this mountain, that I know for a fact... in fact I could even bet my house on that one" were the thoughts of the purple snowboarder. He literally couldn't comprehend what he was seeing, it was if one walked into their room one minute and the next minute the rooms been painted a different colour. This baffling situation, threw him completely off balance. Tumbling and rolling in the snow for a few seconds before he finally stopped. In a fit of rage he sprang up, ripped his bindings off, and threw his board in the direction of the house. Stomping over to his board only to kick it this time, he continued his route to the house, cursing, throwing small tantrums here and there.
Exhausting himself of anger and clearing his mind with his last steps before reaching the house he slowly put on his most warming smile before knocking. Almost immediately after, stood an old couple. Wearing his most adorable smile, he politely asked if they would allow him a warm drink and he would be on his way, knowing fully well that they would let him go out in this weather and time. To his amassment they rejected him that was until they continued to say that they would only allow him in if he showed them his face. With the sudden revelation, he mentally and physically face palmed, how could he forget he was wearing his neck warmer and goggles. Stripping his face nude off equipment, revealing a boy in his mid to late teens. His golden tanned skin was flushed from the cold, a soft yet strong jaw, black eyes, a couple of blemishes scatters around. From his soft yet strong framed fascial features, the boy clearly had multiple ethnical backgrounds. From what the couple could estimate the boy stood at roughly 5'7 feet.
Once they had took in his features, they ushered him into the house. Comfortably settling into the house and accepting the warmth's embrace with his host's kindness. He took his seat at the dining table, a relatively small round table that accommodated four chairs, with a flower pot in the middle. The boy waited until his hosts finished preparing the herbal teas to engage into a conversion with the elderly couple.
"Ma'am, where am I exactly, because I don't remember ever seeing this house before?" asked the boy with a small smile on his face as he warmed his hands with the tea cup.
In sync the elderly couple picked up and took a silent sip of their tea before placing it back down on the table. Again in sync the two released a coo from the flavor and warmth the tea produced before finally responding.
"Boy, could I please have your name? And I wouldn't know how you could ever miss this house, seeing as it's been here for over thirty years." Responded he old lady.
The boys smile grew slowly but steadily as well as the increase in his blinking. Until his smile faded completely and his blinking ceased. He stared at hope to see through their joke, but nothing, which naturally caused him to frown.
"The name is Marco, Ma'am. And are you telling me I've never seen your house before until today?" he asked with a more passive tone.
"It would appear so." answered the old man, dragging out each word as if it would give it more meaning.
"Maybe you're just too tired dear. I'm sure if you slept here you would remember this place." Came the old lady. As if on cue Marco yawned while nodding his head then proceeded to thank them both. All of them finished their teas before showing Marco to the spare bedroom. After thanking the couple again Marco started to undress, unveiling an athletic body. Just as Marco was about to get some much needed shut eye the old lady came back into the room to say her final words for the day.
"Oh, Marco dear, you know you can release your pokemon if you like" replied the old Lady.
"Ahaha, I'm sure if I had some I would" quietly laughed Free, "pokemon was a game, and the game didn't work like that" thought Free. Playing no mind to what the old lady said. In fact he thought it was kind of cute seeing her try and make him feel more comfortable in their home by talking about games. Feeling a smile grace his face as he finally fell asleep.
