A.N: Hi ^.^ so my Twinleaf one-shot got positive feedback, and kinda encouraged me to write another Twinleaf story. Reminder, this is NOT a one-shot! This will be a legit STORY. well, not a LEGIT story. kind of like a 'happening through the course of a few days' kind of thing. long story short theres gonna be a few chapter k shutup .

itsalsoanexcuseformetotakeab reakfrommyFMAstory .

ALSO YOU MIGHT WANNA READ MY ONE-SHOT TWINLEAF FIC ENTITLED 'TO SLIT A DEAD MAN'S THROAT'. I took a little something something out of that fic and put it in this one. Trust me, you'll know it when you see it. ALSO GIVE ME REVIEWS. AND FAVOURITES. YES.

Back then, we never really had much to look forward to. But for some reason, that little fact made us live each day out like it was our last. We wouldn't, not even for a second, spend time doing things we didn't like, or hanging out with people we didn't enjoy being around. Back then, the biggest worry in our little world was if the gifts our incredible fathers brought back for us would be smaller than the ones they brought back the time before. Oh how we looked up to them, bragged about them to the neighbourhood kids about how our fathers were two of the most famous Pokémon trainers in the entire region. The kids would glare enviously, and the adults would whisper quietly about how sure they were that the two of us would follow close behind them in their footsteps. Like our fathers, the two of us were inseparable. We were locally famous as the 'twin leaves', seemingly a pun after the name of our hometown, Twinleaf. For our age, we were brave, we were rash, we were hotheaded and spunky. It was up until then that everything seemed almost perfect.

But once tragedy struck, one of us changed for the worse. The one wasn't as brave, or rash, or hotheaded, or spunky anymore. The one no longer looked at the sight of cloudy skies, let alone danced in the rain. The one was no longer a child, but a confused, frightened soul in the body of a seven year old.

But that wouldn't stop the other from remaining close to their twin leaf. As bright blue skies would slowly turn cloudy, and the first flash of lighting would skim across Sinnoh skies, the other would quickly wrap their arms around the one, holding the one tightly until their tears would seize. And as the one cried, the other would keep their arms wrapped tightly around their twin leaf, never for a second thinking of letting go. And as the other would hold their twin leaf, they would gently sing

'Hi-Kari. Hi-Kari-Kari. I want you here beside me. To have my Kari with me, would bring me clearest skies.'

And once the other's song was finished, the one was left with a smile plastered across their face, not longer shaking or crying. This would cheer the both of us up, although we still wouldn't move away. We felt safe by each other. We felt like one.

"Don't worry, Kari Kari. I won't ever let the storm hurt you."

"Hey, Dad. What's the weather like up there?"

That day, it seemed almost as if the entire world was smiling, just for Hikari. So much had happened in the past 24 hours. Long story short, Hikari was now Sinnoh League Champion. Nothing seemed more refreshing than finally completing her long and difficult journey, and returning home for a long vacation. The final battle with Cynthia was by far the most difficult challenge she had ever faced, but one that she had looked forward to throughout her quest. Cynthia was, after all, someone she looked up to and idolized. And although she felt a little sheepish about showing her up, Cynthia had concluded that the battle she had with the short, blue haired trainer was the one of the most ecstatic moments of her life up to that point. Hikari had previously thought Cynthia would have been disappointed to have lost her position as the strongest trainer in Sinnoh, the blonde trainer actually seemed quite pleased. And with good reason too.

Not only had she made a name for herself worldwide, and now had the freedom of travelling to other regions for her mythological and historical research, but she had also passed the baton down to a worthy and strong new champion. One she was sure to light inspiration in many young trainers' hearts. As for Hikari, she was more than ready to do just that.

After a vacation of course.

She had arrived in Twinleaf Town early that morning. She had entered the quiet town upon realization that nobody would be awake at that hour. The Pokemon League agreed to notify her if a challenger had shown up, but they assured her that the possibilities of that happening were significantly low. Hikari didn't mind. It would give her more time to spend with her parents.

Her mother was sound asleep when the blue haired trainer arrived. Quietly, she set down her travelling equipment, and one by one, released her companions from their Poke balls and announced that they were free to rest. All six of them immediately obeyed, much to Hikari's surprise, judging their usual uplifted and steadfast spirits.

As for her father, well, here she was. The Verity Haven Cemetery was a beautiful place. Hikari would never admit it, but sometimes, she would use the sole excuse of wanting to visit her father to run off and wander the many beauties of the graveyard. There were long pathways intertwining one another with beautiful porcelain benches, embellished with balmy looking flower beds. The entrance gates had evergreen vines curling around them, giving them that final magical touch. Hikari felt as though she had jumped inside a storybook when entering this vicinity.

"I hope you're proud of your little girl, pops!" Hikari beamed. "I put my heart and soul into this journey! And I got what I wanted! Jun's probably never gonna leave me alone for this." The young girl chuckled. "Imagine that! Champion, at age 16! Who knows, maybe I'll go down in history as the second youngest champion the world's ever known!"

Although her achievement deserved much praise, Hikari couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of Kanto's Red, who had won over the Pokemon League at age 12, and been noted to this day as the strongest trainer in the world. Letting out a sigh, she rose from the grassy carpet below her.

"Well, anyways, I'd better get going now. Mom's gonna wake soon and wonder how a bunch of sleeping Pokemon got in my room! Bye, pops! Wish me clearest skies."

Hikari began her walk back home. In the distance, she could make out a small group of Castform dancing about and playing with one another. Once they caught a glimpse of her they shyly backed into a nearby shrub, earning a giggle and a small wave from the happy trainer. There was nothing Hikari loved more than early morning air in the summertime. There was a refreshing cold mist that had the usual summer warmth blanketed around it, and it simply felt invigorating. As she strolled past Jun's house, she took a quick glance up at her best friend's window. The light was out, so that either meant he wasn't home, or he had actually remembered to turn off his lights this time. Hikari shook her head with a smirk dancing across her lips, which soon crumbled when a familiar waft bellowed through the air. Pecha pancakes!

And with that, Hikari sprinted home at top speed, slamming the door behind her and making both her mother and her team nearly jump out of their skin. The television was on, as usual, but instead of the Contest Digest channel, it was switched onto the news channel, where the report was of none other than the new champion of Sinnoh. With a squeal, Hikari's mother, Ayako, jogged over to her daughter and scooped her up into a big hug, showing no mercy with crushing her and planting kissed on every inch of Hikari's face.

"Mom!" Hikari laughed. "You're drowning me here!"

"My little girl! I'm so proud of you!" Ayako squealed, squeezing her daughter a final time.

"Sure, Mom," Hikari chuckled. "now how 'bout those pancakes?"

Hikari, along with her companions, quickly wolfed down their breakfast as Ayako concentrated intently on the news report, an occasional squeal being heard at every mention of Hikari's name. Great, Hikari thought. Moms my number one fan... as always. The thought brought a smile to the young champion's face, before her thoughts were interrupted by the front door swinging open, and a gentle voice saying "Jun, be a little more polite, would you? It's still very early, they might be-"

"KARI KARI!"

Hikari turned her head lazily towards the door, being fully aware of who it was. There stood her childhood best friend, panting and wheezing as if he'd run a marathon. Not that it was such a shock. That's always the way he was. The old Jun Hikari always knew. And even though they hadn't spent as much time with one another during the past 4 years due to their journey, neither one of them had changed their greeting methods towards one another. Jun, always either running into her or running through things to get to her, and Hikari scolding him like a mother afterwards.

This time was no exception.

"Jun, would you lower your voice?" Hikari whined. "I'm still really tired!"

Jun, completely ignoring his friend's pleas quickly made his way to the kitchen table. He suddenly froze for a few moments before swiftly snatching Hikari's loaded fork of pancake and stuffing it into his mouth. Hikari gasped and bonked him on the head, shouting about it being her last piece. Or something around those lines, he wasn't exactly paying attention. And then, without a second to spare, he scooped his best friend up in his arms in a large bear hug.

"Kari Kari! You're the league champion!" He shouted joyfully. A small blush crept across Hikari's face. Lots of people would be congratulating her, wouldn't they? She was never very good at taking compliments. She'd better get used to it.

"I'm so proud, Kari Kari, so so so so soooooo proud!"

Their mothers laughed as Hikari struggled to breathe under Jun's strong grip. After 4 years of working his arms throwing all those Poke balls, he had worked up some tanks, as people liked to call it. Finally, he let go, and looked her straight in her eyes.

"But this doesn't mean I won't keep trying to beat you!" He cried. "Just you wait!"

Hikari waved a hand in the air, as if swatting a bug away. "Right, right, whatever you say. I'll have you know that I won't be doing any battling for at least another three weeks."

"Three weeks?!" Jun cried.

"Three weeks. I'm on vacation."

Jun raised an eyebrow, as if looking at a newfound alien species that had taken form as his best friend. "Kari Kari, you're taking a break? But you just turned champion!"

"And that's exactly why I'm taking a break!" Hikari snapped, spinning the blonde around and pushing him away from the kitchen. "I've spent the past 4 years working my butt off, and I just want a break now. That's all."

Jun folded his arms together in a pout. "Humph. Just killing time so you don't get your butt kicked by me. I should fine you for this."

Hikari once again waved her hand in the air in response. She wouldn't argue with him. Not today, anyway. Nope, today was her day, and her day alone.