Thanks for the review Kurakuma. This collection has no update schedule. I write what comes to me; if anyone has ideas go for it.
Angel knew that eventually Cynthia would have some sort of meeting. This one occurring from a… let's just call it an incident with the Sunyshore Gym leader and the twenty-eight year old had to whisk off to the energy hub to sort out the horde of complaints trainers were filing on how Volkner was refusing all challenges regardless of badge count. This promptu departure, however, left the child alone at the League with the Four to deal with the troublesome young adult.
Little issue occurred after Cynthia left, Angel stared at the four babysitters with dull eyes and blinked blankly before turning away from the awkward adults and tromping back to her bedroom to waste away under her covers with one of Cynthia's book of myths.
However, once darkness had settled itself, dark clouds started to spot the night sky. Rain started pelting windows as the storm clouds began to clump together and Angel glanced out her window at the accumulating storm. Her stomach begins to coil as she sees light exploud from the clouds. The platinum cowers into her covers and Calamity barks in concern when she starts trembling. The red pokemon nudges her with her horn before looking at the incoming storm with distaste.
…
Cynthia heaves a sigh when Volkner sulks back into his gym. She departs from the building and raises on irritated arm when rain assaults her body. Her muscles tense when she hears the thunder roar in the distance. Garchomp grunts next to her and they both look towards the general direction of the Pokemon League.
"We have to get home."
The blonde rushes past the veteran trainers who attempt to greet her. The four glance at her strangely and shrug at each other before returning to their business.
Cynthia sprints down the hall and flings Angel's door open. The wooden plank flies and crashes against the wall, allowing the champion access to the dark room.
She sees Calamity first. The pokemon raises from its crouched position on the floor and barks in concern. The blonde gives it a reassuring rub and approaches the bed. Her eyes furrowed when she found it empty. Cynthia looks down at the absol who's pawing at the floor and gets on her hands and knees to look under the bed.
The blonde understand a few observations. One: Angle was swaddled in her blanket under the bed, two: the child was trembling like a leaf under the fabric, and three: it probably trumped all other heartbreaking pictures.
"Oh, Sweetheart. Come here."
The platinum head pokes out of its hiding spot and the small child crawls her way out from under the bed into the champion's arms.
Angel shakes in her mother's arms and buries her face in the crook of the elder's neck as she tried to stifle her fearful sobs. Cynthia whispers sweet nothings into her ear and rubs her back to try to soothe her. She shifts the child and places an arm under her small body to heave her up onto her hip so she can leave Angel's bedroom. The champion strolls out the room confidently, as aloof as a new parent shouldn't be when her child is having a panic attack, and past the Elite Four staring on with wide eyes into her room.
She places the sniveling heap onto the bed and leaves for the bathroom. Cynthia returns with a damp washcloth and wipes away the tear stains marking Angel's face.
"I-I'm sorry," Angel stutters. "Arceus, I'm pathetic." The platinum mumbles under her breath.
"You're not pathetic. Everyone's scared of something." Cynthia playfully rolls her eyes when the child huffs in disbelief. "It's true. Flint's scared of water, can't swim that well. Flails like a magikarp when he's in water. Bertha isn't a fan of heights, Lucian recoils around fans, and Aaron can't stand enclosed spaces. I have one too." Angel looks up at the last part, "I have the most annoying fear of failure."
"That's not a fear," Angel mutters as she crosses her arms.
Cynthia raises her eyebrows, "You sure. It controls my thoughts, makes me sad, makes me flinchy. It makes my stomach coil. Isn't that something like fear?"
The violet eyes dart away from the gray ones and her cheeks slightly inflated with a pout at being wrong. The adult chuckles slightly at the expression.
"It's okay to be scared Angel, but it's also okay to ask for help. So, what can I do to help you?"
"Just don't leave me home alone."
Another chortle is released from Cynthia, "You'll regret that statement when you're older."
"I know. But for now…"
"Of course Angel."