Soooooo, well, thanks for reading, not much I can say without crushing my short plot into pieces, I only decided to put it up now since it's near Christmas and I think I've done all the tweaking and editing and growling at the computer that I can handle. I really hope that you all like it, :P soo tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: The world and characters of pokemon are not under my ownership, only the plotline of this story.
The Pokemon Centre. It was late, Hoot-hoot and Murkrow were cawing and crying outside. The sky was clear and pricked with stars. Soft snow graced the land, giving everything a new, special beauty. Mightyena howled at the full moon, shining over the world. Our hero didn't see any of this though. He was seated at one of the video phones, deeply immersed in a call. It was not Professor Oak, whom he was calling, asking for a swap of Pokemon for a battle. It wasn't his mother, repeatedly reminding him to change his you-know-whats. May and Max weren't the receivers either. Brock and Dawn were asleep, in their room above him. Gary was off somewhere, working on some new scientific marvel.
It was late and the person he spoke to reflected that fact. Her hair was down and she rubbed a green eye sleepily. A messy bang hung over her face, he resisted the instinct to brush it up and behind her ear, knowing he would just touch plastic. Both of them had one hand outstretched, fingertips touching through the cold screen. She yawned as she tried to stay awake, tucking the unruly hair back. His hand moved up, touching the screen as if it really was her before him, not just an image.
It was sad, for other couples would be curled on a couch, hugging each other and laughing as they received their gifts. They were spending Christmas miles apart, only a few mementos kept the other close. The girl smiled and looked at the gift he had sent her, a bracelet with a Luvdisc hanging from it, for each important thing, she could add a new charm. The raven haired boy grinned at the Pikachu charm, like one from her bracelet, it was on a woven cord around his neck.
They were grateful to be able to talk on the holiday, even if it wasn't face to face. Even if it meant late calls at night and questioning glances from friends. It wasn't fair, they both thought, though smiled slightly at the thought of meeting the next time his travels brought him home.
Hushed tones and whispers would be all anyone were to hear, if they were awake. Faint smiles and sad eyes would be all they saw. One of them would fall asleep soon, the other would sigh three words before hanging up. If the boy slept he would wake to Nurse Joy, telling him to go to his own bed next time, the girl to her three sisters awwing and wondering who had called.
It was obvious. No-one else thought that they would be right though, they thought it was just a smart comment, a joke, they had all said and taunted the couple with. But they didn't truely understand how deep the connection went.
After all, their promise had been made over a broken bike.
Thanks for reading it :)
