Hey everyone! Sequel time! If you're new highly suggested that you read Voice of Angel. I'll only be updating this story on Monday (besides today because making a new story's a pain) now because I have a new idea centered around Plumeria and her oc little sister; we'll see if I actually pull through. Cynthia's grandfather and sister names are made up.
Angel moans in annoyance as hands try to jostle her awake. She withdraws under her covers and huddles into a ball in an attempt to avoid the assaulting fingers trying to wiggle their way under her body so they could flip her up skyward and off her bed. The platinum pokes her head out to glare at Cynthia before narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the mischievous smile playing on the adult's lips.
"Why are you smiling like that? What did you do?"
"What do you mean, Love. I'm just happy my baby girl's already seven!" The champion somewhat squeals and successfully pulls the child out from beneath her covers.
Angel kicks her legs so that they're no longer restrained by her blankets and stares with a confused, furrowed brow at the adult before her. Her head tilts to the side like a growlithe before she realizes the information being told to her.
"Oh, right. It's my birthday… I'm pretty sure. How do you know?" Angel asks curiously as she slides off her mattress and meanders over to her dresser.
The only noise to be heard is the creak of Angel's drawer as she pulls the wood out of place to grab a ruffled tank top and jean shorts out of hiding.
"Why aren't you more excited? It's your birthday!" Cynthia asks as she picks up Angel's discarded pajamas that missed the hamper basket.
The child shrugs and pulls the shirt over her head, "I never celebrated my birthday after I went to the orphanage. And why celebrate it that much when it was just me and Calamity?"
The champion, in a rare act of playful pouting, crosses her arms and mock glares at the platinum, "Well you're going to humor me today. We want to celebrate it."
Angel stiffens, "What do you mean we?"
Cynthia mentally chided herself for the slip before scooping the birthday girl into her arms, "Nothing. Come on, let's eat."
The blonde woman hurries out of Angel's room and scurries down the hallway. Her shoes squeak against the polished floor from the friction the rapid pace created. Angel tightens her grasp on Cynthia's signature black jacket as they turn a corner and, somewhat used to being dragged around, rests her head on her foster mother's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the outdoor scenery around Cynthia's river of blonde hair. She buries her face into the guardian's neck, instinctively inhaling the parent's sweet perfume, and prepares to fall back asleep in the small crook. Angel jerks up when Cynthia jostles her away.
"No sleeping."
"If you want to give me a present, tuck me back into my bed." Angel sasses as she lifts her head drowsily.
"Come on my sleepy snorlax. Wake up," Cynthia teases as she sets the child on the ground in hopes that walking would rouse her.
Angel clasps the blonde's hand to remain standing upright and uses her free hand to cover her yawn. She was half tempted to drop to the floor and stay there.
A breaking, glass plate is what it takes to wake Angel up fully. The shatter forces the child up in a frightened jump as the shards disperse across the floor. Cynthia places a cautionary arm in front of Angel to barricade her for stepping on the crystalline shards.
"Sorry Champ," Flint apologizes as he and Aaron go to pick up the shards. "Good thing I was on my to the pancakes and not on the way back with them."
"Happy birthday Angel dear," Bertha greets as she enters and places a wrapped box on a table with a small pile of presents.
"Thank you…" Angel trails off as she eyes the gift table. The child swirls on her feet to slightly glare at Cynthia. "Mama! You're throwing a party for me aren't you?"
"I love surprise parties!" A loud voice echoes off the walls as Byron stomps into the room. Roark follows behind, an embarrassed blush coating his cheeks from his father's boisterous voice.
The older of the two goes off to start a conversation with Aaron and Roark approaches the two blondes to place the duo's presents on the table. He flashes a smile at Angel.
"Happy seventh Angel. Ya know seven's a lucky number? I bet you're in for an eventful year."
"I'm fine with one eventful year Roark, but thank you." Angel murmurs before moving to hide in Cynthia's coat.
The rock specialist smiles awkwardly for making Angel hide and hurries off as to not embarrass himself more.
Cynthia pivots to grasps the child and swing her around, "Enjoy yourself for me? One day surrounded by your species won't kill you. Candice is coming."
Angel sighs, but relents. "Fine."
"That's my Angel."
…
Angel gives a toothy smile for the camera before propelling the party hat off her head in a moment of spite. The act causes all the teenagers and adults to laugh and the energetic ice specialist, one of the few people Angel didn't shy around, places a gift colored in baby blue in front of her.
"I can't wait anymore. Open mine!" Candice demands excitedly.
"Candice!" Gardenia whines, "We're suppose to have cake first."
"How long can it possibly take for her to open her presents?" Candice snarks back and crosses her arms.
Volkner motions towards the present table from his chosen corner and the inhabitants of the room turn to look at the mountain of presents that had accumulated during the party.
"Ya know I bet most of those are from Cynthia," Aaron states from his spot at the table to no one in particular. Thanks
"I'll have one of the cooks bring the cake out and we'll sing. Then we can open presents," Cynthia informs. She leans down to place a kiss on her forehead, Angel tilting her head up to receive it, before walking off to the kitchen.
When she returns the champion is being flanked by three figures. The blonde motions Angel over and the child slides out of her seat to slink towards her mother.
"Hello Angel," Carolina greets and waves a flippant hand at the older gentleman beside her. "This is my husband Bert."
Angel raises a hand to timidly wave and secures her place in the space created by Cynthia's jacket. Her violet eyes peer out from around the adult's lean frame.
The man grunts and raises a hand. He nods at his granddaughter.
The teenager beside him leans down to match Angel's height, "Hey cutie! I'm Carly."
Angel leans out further to catch a glimpse, freaks at the energetic aura that the girl oozes, and jumps back behind Cynthia. She freezes up and shuffles backward into a shadow when her mother walks forward, abandoning her to the light, to talk to her family.
"Hey Sis," Carly chirps as she gives the elder a hug.
"Hello Carly."
The brunette casts a glance at the child watching silently from the side of the room. Destin, her sliggoo sliding along her arms. "Does she not like me?"
"No, that's not it. Angel's shy." Cynthia reassures; she turns around. "Come on Angel you said you'd try for me."
The platinum dashes to her mother and tugs on her shirt to be picked up. Cynthia pulls the girl up and directs her attention to her sister.
"Say hello to Carly. She's my sister."
"Hello…"
A light erupts and a skitty appears at Carly's feet. It meows at Angel and the child puffs her cheeks out in annoyance, "Hey! I'm not mean!"
Angel squirms out of Cynthia's grasp as the skitty yells at her. The platinum crosses her eyes in annoyance, "I'm not being mean! I don't know your trainer."
This slight bickering continues on for a moment before the feline growls an insult and Angel reels back. Her violet eyes water and she brings a hand to her eyes to wipe away the moisture. Destin leaves his spot at his mistress' feet to lean over the offender, its eyes slitted in anger. The balls at her waist shake in retaliation and her pokemon pop out of their capsules. Diadem and Mystic glare at the small cat that was slowly backtracking towards its trainer. Calamity rubs a horn against the girl's face, trying to ebb the silent tears and turns to growl at the pink pokemon. Angel's eyes widen in a panic and she grasps the one pokeball still holding its inhabitant.
"You can't come out now," Angel murmurs, voice shaky as she held in her tears. The ball shakes even harder when her voice cracks. The child tightens her grip on the capsule as if it would keep Giratina from popping out and races through the parting crowd to direct the beam of white light out of the building.
The dragon materializes in front of the guest and roars in the violator's general direction.
"Oh f-" Aaron slaps a hand over Flint's mouth to prevent the curse word from slipping out; not needing anything else to add to the tension.
Angel climbs atop the dragon's head. She brings her fingers to her lips and a piercing whistle stops her pokemon from advancing any further towards the skitty. They do however give one last glare before heading towards the call.
The three non flying pokemon board the seething legendary, Calamity rubbing affectionately against her girl, and Mystic mumbles something with Giratina. The dragon huffs in return and zooms skyward, leaving the stunned party goers behind.
They all turn to look at the skitty hiding behind Carly's legs.
"I have the cake!" The chef exclaims happily as he enters the room with a three layer, bright purple cake decorated with sugar pokeballs. He stops when he notices the dead silence, "What? Is it the wrong color?"