Shinko-no-tenshi

A fic inspired by multiple numbers of movie scenes, manga, anime and a rose.

Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon.


'Little Miss Cupid.'

Her warm smile. Her glistening sapphire eyes. Her musical laughter. Her chocolate brown hair.

Drew's attention and affection directly at May, he tries to mask it with insults and arguments, but his crimson roses give him away.

He was there at a ball, held for the reunion of every coordinators. He was leaning on the wall, with a girl in yellow, that he did not even bother to look at, yapping about a 'message from the future.' and ' a small correction.'

May was there standing by the balcony, the moonlight illuminating her more developed body. The red cloth hugged her body perfectly, emphasizing the right curves to make her even more alluring. He forced himself not to lick his lips.

He was zoning out, when the girl in yellow besides him yelled. "Argghh, you aren't even listening to me!"

The girl that yelled was strongly familiar, emerald green eyes and dark chocolate locks.

True. He thought inwardly, he was never paying attention to anyone here but May.

"It's that girl isn't it?" The girl in yellow pointed to May, with a very familiar confident tone.

He was taken aback, did his facial expession give him away?

"Yes, yes it did." The girl answered before he could formulate them into words. He was weirded out by this girl, who the hell was she?

"Roseabelle, your lady cupid for this night." Rosabelle answered. Drew was still surprised on how the girl read his thoughts, he masked it with a 'Hn'.

He was not interested, he could sweep her off her feet anytime he wanted. The question was, would she feel the same? Regularly, he was always confident of himself, but with her, his self-confidence plummeted. Her very close connections with many guys was not helping at all.

"If that's the case, then I shouldn't probably tell you how to take her home." Rosabelle said, a smirk forming on her lips.

"!" He blushed a bit at the thought, he looked towards May's direction and spoke slowly.

"...What do you suggest I do?"

Her smirk grew wider and a twinkle in her eyes appeared. "Get ready to tango."


A/N: Nyan! I finally wrote another one. This one has about 2 chapters max? or maybe higher? My first chapters are usually short, so hang in there peeps! Don't know of I'll make this more suggestive. Crits are accepted. If anyone found out who Rosabelle truly is you get a virtual choco-chip cookie. :3