A/N: I think that I shall attempt to write a chapter fic. It will be slash, so if you don't like it, then don't read it. This idea was inspired by a dream that I had. I was wondering, "Why is Volkner already inside of the villa on some days? Maybe he knew Steven when the ex-champion still owned the villa!" So then this shonen-ai idea began to bud and take shape and I decided to write this as a fanfic. Also, I've only started playing Pokémon Diamond (lul, I'm really behind) and I haven't reached Volkner yet. Sorry if he seems out of character; I tried my best.

Summary: Someone has bought the villa in the Resort Area and Volkner intends to find out who. Little did he know that a simple visit would evolve into something so much more. Eventual slash, Volkner/Steven.

Disclaimer: Pokémon and its characters are not a property of mine. Pokémon belongs to Nintendo and Game Freak and anyone else that I missed. However, this fanfiction idea is mine. Nothing more, nothing less.

An Unlikely Romance

By: Perpetual Dreams

Chapter One: The Revelation

"Volkner! You'll never guess what happened!" Flint, the energetic Elite Four member of the Sinnoh region barged into Volkner's gym in Sunyshore City. He held a rolled-up newspaper in one hand and waved it about wildly as he rushed inside.

Volkner, the gym leader of Sunyshore City, did not look up from his plans. The blonde had planned on renovating his gym; he was once again bored from the lack of good trainers. "What is it now? Is it another attempt in finding a worthy trainer that I could fight?" the electric Pokémon user inquired.

Flint would not have any of Volkner's disinterest, and he unfurled the newspaper. He shoved it right underneath Volkner's nose and waved it about, "Someone bought the villa at the Resort Area! You know how expensive things are at that area, so that means that the new owner is rich!"

The male looked up from his plans, which were being blocked by the newspaper, and raised an eyebrow at Flint, "Really? That's great to hear." Volkner skimmed through the article—how did it even make the front page?—while he half-heartedly listened to Flint.

"…so this guy is probably really cool and rich—much more than me, I mean—and he should be famous, but I don't think that he is! After all, why didn't the media disclose the identity of the villa owner? You know what? Why don't we go to the villa and pay him a visit? That way, we can figure out who the new owner is and welcome him or her to the Sinnoh region! What do you say, ole buddy-chum?" Flint squatted down next to Volkner and slung an arm around his friend's neck.

Volkner was only able to hear the latter part of Flint's excited rambling, but he choked upon hearing the last sentence. He snapped his head towards Flint and stared at him with an incredulous expression. "What? Why should we go to the villa and bother the person who had just moved in? We're not even neighbors and it would probably be a great disservice for him." The gym leader shook his head furiously, his bangs swaying along with his shaking. The blonde pushed the arm away slightly, "Sorry, Flint, but you can count me out. I have my renovation plans to work on."

"Yeah, of course you need to work on your renovations," Flint snickered, making quotation marks using his fingers at the word 'work,' "but suit yourself; it's your loss." The male with the afro rolled up the newspaper again, "Have fun with your brainstorming."

The blonde watched with disinterested eyes as the Elite Four member walked out of his gym and glanced back down at the blueprint. There was no way that the leader was interested enough to go to the villa up at the resort area.

The electric Pokémon user changed his mind.

A few weeks later, Volkner found himself standing outside of the villa in the resort area. He had gone through the freezing blizzard to catch the ferry at Snowpoint City. Volkner swore to never go through that cold City again because he was used to the much warmer climate of Sunyshore City. The gym leader glanced up at the tall villa, unsure as to why he was at the resort area, before he made up some excuse about needing inspiration for future renovations.

"You became curious of the new villa owner," a voice at the back of the blonde's mind mockingly whispered. Volkner squashed the voice down and scowled slightly; he could practically hear Flint somewhere laughing at his current expense. Flint better get himself ready for the yelling-fest from Volkner for telling him about the newly bought villa in the first place. Volkner wouldn't have even bothered to go to the Resort Area if he hadn't known that it had been recently sold to some person.

The gym leader shoved his hands into his pockets and fidgeted in front of the door, debating whether or not he should knock. The blond sighed quietly to himself before he thought, "Might as well get this over with quickly."

The gym leader took a hand out of his pocket and raised it. He was about to knock on the door when it swung open, revealing the current owner of the villa. Shocked blue eyes met surprised golden-yellow eyes as the two stared at each other. Volkner couldn't believe who he was seeing: the slate-colored hair, the golden-yellow eyes, the swanky suit that attired the other male, the metal rings that were clasped around the other's fingers and arms…there was only one person in the Pokémon world that had this sense of clothing style. The blonde felt the shock circulate through his blood vessels as he stared at the other male with wide eyes, his usually calm and collected demeanor slipping away. Volkner opened his mouth and only one statement escaped from his lips,

"I-it can't be. Aren't you…Steven Stone?"

A/N: Gah, I totally rushed this so I could go to sleep. Damn high school -_-". VOLKNER WHY MUST YOUR PERSONALITY MAKE IT SO DIFFICULT FOR ME TO KEEP YOU IN CHARACTER? Blargh, I totally need to get to Sunyshore in my Diamond Version. T^T I'm so far away; I left Eterna City but I have yet to reach Hearthrome City. But enough of my ranting; please drop off a review for this chapter and I'll try to get the next chapter done soon! *is royally shot due to her slowness*