is it fate, or something more
A/N: This little project is going to feature many prominent characters of the gameverse, mangaverse, anime-verse, or any other –verse. Romances between gym leaders, elite four, random characters, anything goes, be it crack pairings or almost-canon.
Iris x Chili
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Chili is crazy, Iris decides.
As he balances precariously on a tree branch high above the ground, his pansear chitters worriedly. Iris remains on the ground, looking up at him.
"Aren't you coming up?" he asks teasingly. She shakes her head, and the baby axew her haxorus hatched falls out of her hair, tumbling to the ground.
As it cries, Iris picks it up, whispering apologies to it soothingly. Chili's pansear leaps down from the tree and approaches Iris. She kneels down and allows the monkey pokemon to see the axew.
What it does surprises her.
The pansear gently takes the baby axew from Iris, cradling it in her arms like a human mother would to her baby. The axew stops crying, and drifts off to sleep.
"She's expecting, so she's practicing her mothering skills." Iris jumped as she notices Chili standing close to her. How did he do that?
"I think it's cute," she says, smiling fondly at the pokemon.
"Cute," he repeats, but instead of looking at the pansear, he is looking into Iris's eyes. She falters a little at the intensity in his gaze, but, hiding her sudden shyness, she cracks a joke. "Why would you climb up into that tree? You're such a kid!"
This has the desired effect.
Chili glares in mock anger. "Nobody calls me a kid!" he roars.
Iris runs away, giggling. "I believe I just did!" Chili runs after her, and they dart between the trees of the forest, laughing and having fun.
Finally, he catches her, grabbing her around the waist from behind and spinning her around. She shrieks and the pansear, still holding the sleeping axew, looks up curiously.
Chili spins her around so they are nose-to-nose, inches apart. He is grinning, a sparkle in his warm maroon eyes. Then, his smile fades, and for a moment, he looks unsure.
She knows just what to do. "Kid," she whispers, and leans forward.