Herro. I am a chicken bucket. Chicken smells good.

Oh and I don't own Pokémon either.

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Kouki and Hikari sat lazily on the very wide and expensive yellow couch that sat on the north end of Kouki's all-around expensive living room. The couch had many floral designs in blue or white. The wood was very neatly carved and polished.

"I like, forget, where'd you buy this?" Hikari asked, adjusting her pink skirt.

"I made it," Kouki replied, loosening the silk scarf that hung snugly around his pale neck.

"Right," Hikari sighed, taking another bite of pizza. That along with hot cocoa had been their meal for five hours now. Kouki, with his large flowery wallet, had ordered pizza after pizza and had previously concocted an almost limitless supply of hot chocolate with a special recipe he held very dear.

"I also helped design that skirt you're wearing. Did I tell your that story?" Kouki asked excitedly.

"You probably did," Hikari told him hastily with some impatience.

They had also been watching several new chick flicks, by which name Hikari referred to them. Of course, Kouki didn't…enjoy them or anything. He was only watching them because Hikari liked them.

"If she goes back with him after what he did…" Hikari murmured, "I'll never forgive her."

"But she loves him," Kouki argued. "She has to…"

"But he's horrible! As a husband and a co-worker!" Hikari cried.

"Still, he has that charm…" Kouki mumbled apprehensively.

But he didn't enjoy them, per se.

"Like…what time is it?" Hikari asked, stretching and leaning against Kouki, who laughed nervously and moved away. Hikari rolled her eyes and drank some cocoa before repeating her question.

"Um…ten thirty," Koukii replied, checking his Poketch.

"Oh, well," Hikari yawned, standing up and stretching. "I'm tired."

"Oh." Kouki looked disappointed for a moment before standing and turning the DVD player and television off. "I understand. You can sleep here if-"

Before he could finish his sentence there was a string of loud raps on the door. Kouki sighed and went to answer. More loud raps were made before he could open the door, which was eventually answered to a fairly short, scrawny boy with uncombed blonde hair and wide, unblinking eyes. He shoved past Kouki with little effort and made his way to the living room, where the lights were still off.

"What are you doing here, Jun?" Kouki demanded, straightening his scarf.

"Oh I'm sorry…" Jun said sarcastically; "did I interrupt something important? Oh wait! Of course I didn't," he laughed, poking Kouki's scarf several times.

"What do you need to say or borrow so badly you had to come barging into my house at half after ten?" Kouki repeated.

Jun brandished a green flyer and poked Kouki's scarf with it a few more times before literally jumping towards a light switch and, virtually standing on the wall, brightening the room. "They're having a tournament for people from everywhere and they're having it in Hoenn and doesn't that sound so cool! Wouldn't that be so amazingly fun?"

While Kouki nursed his scarf to health, Hikari walked towards Jun with a curious frown and snatched the flyer out of his hands. "Dude, this is like, in Hoenn. I'm not going all the way there! It'd like, ruin my clothes."

"No, this is going to be so fun!" Jun protested, taking books of Kouki's bookshelf and looking at the last pages of all of them. "I mean what if they have some kind of grand prize?"

"I think they'd sat there was a prize if there was," Kouki muttered, looking over Hikari's shoulder at the flyer.

Jun opened his mouth to argue but figured he couldn't and frowned for a few moments. "Well…well, don't you like battling for the fun of it? For the thrill and excitement?"

"I guess you're right but…" Hikari thought for a moment, a task that seemed to require much work. "How are we going to get there? We can't walk or else my clothes will get ruined."

"You mentioned that," Kouki agreed impatiently, kissing his scarf.

"We can…" Jun put up a finger for quiet while he tried to think of an alternate method of transportation.

"We could like take a train or a boat or something," Hikari suggested. "That would be cool but we'd have to like go in first class."

"Hikari if you could stop thinking about your clothes for more than five seconds," Jun requested, fiddling with a set of miniature violins arranged to look like an invisible orchestra, "I think your idea's a good one. We could find a train station or something."

"But Hoenn?" Kouki interrupted, taking another sip of hot cocoa. "I mean, the place is pretty, but I hear the people there are self-centered. Like…her-level self-centered," he added, pointing at Hikari.

"Wait…are you pointing at me for a reason or something?" Hikari asked. Kouki rolled his eyes and straightened his scarf again.

"Nah, we'll be fine," Jun assured him. "I'll just take an insult jokebook with me and we'll be all set!' He then proceeded to hop around the room, flapping his arms and cawing like an eagle.

"I guess you're right," Kouki admitted, finally thinking to give Jun a plate of pizza and a mug of hot chocolate. Jun took one look at these offerings and swatted them away at the wall. Kouki stared after them.

"Hey!" he whined. "That was with my secret recipe! It took forever to make that…" He actually started to tear up for a moment before Jun knocked over a vase by accident and Kouki had to dive to barely save it. After examining the pot to make sure it wasn't shattered anywhere, Kouki looked back up at Jun. "Out," he ordered.

"But I thought-"

"We will get the tickets or whatevers tomorrow now get out of my house," Kouki shouted, although his voice squeaked quite embarrassingly. Despite this, Jun was gone immediately.

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Kouki woke suddenly and sat straight up. He was still on the couch on which Jun had spilled pizza grease and hot cocoa the previous night, and which he had asked (or more accurately, forced) Hikari to clean with him. Hikari was still sleeping, sprawled pathetically in a lanky mess of limbs and torn pink clothing.

Kouki was very intense about the washing of his furniture.

"Hikari, wake up," Kouki requested softly, shaking her head a little. Obviously only pretending to be asleep, she responded by clutching his hand and almost throwing him off the couch.

"I'm awake, idiot," she muttered, sitting up and looking forlornly at her clothes. "You know I…like…hate you for making me clean your stupid couch, right?"

"Yes, but you did, and that's why you're my friend," Kouki assured her hastily. "Now, why don't we go get the tickets to Hoenn?"

"Whatever…" Hikari mumbled. "I just gotta get dressed first."

"Hikari?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't have any girl's clothes."

"Yeah you do," Hikari argued. "I know you do."

She and Kouki had a staring contest for quite a while before the latter sighed. "They're in the bottom door of the first closet in the hall. Go to town."

Hikari skipped down the hall and looked around for said chest of drawers. "Wait, Kouki…how do I know which is the first closet?" she asked.

Kouki turned his gaze to meet her. He then proceeded to bang his head against the wall for several seconds before retreating from the living room to assist her. Once they had collected an outfit that Hikari could stand to look at and she had subsequently changed into it, the two resigned to sitting on the couch once more.

"So…" Kouki said airily. "I guess we should go, right? There's never too much time to get tickets."

"Should we, like, go to Jun and pick him up?" Hikari suggested.

"I'm sure he'll already have gotten himself a ticket," Kouki told her. At that moment there sounded several knocks down the hall.

Kouki breathed out a long stream of air. "Speak of the short, squirrelly devil," he muttered, standing and rushing to answer. Jun stood there with a large grin on his face.

"I am awesome," he decided brightly.

"We've heard," Kouki said irritably.

"No, let me explain," Jun requested, inviting himself in again. "These tickets I hold in my hand-" he held up his hand to show off three fancy permits- "were the last first-class ones they had for a train to Hoenn. Isn't that funny?"

"Yes, very entertaining," Kouki replied listlessly. "Now back up for a second."

Always the jokingly literal one, Jun backpedaled a few steps and waited for Kouki to continue.

"You say you bought our tickets for us?" Kouki demanded.

"Yeah, why?"

"Why did you do that?" Kouki cried. "Now we have to do something for you!"

"Wait, we?" Hikari asked, suddenly paying full attention with her eyes wide. "I don't want to have to do you any favors!"

"Who says you have to be in debt to me?" Jun laughed, covering his mouth with his hand.

"Quit it, Jun!" Kouki yelled. "I know you just bought those for us because you want something from us, so stop acting all innocent!"

"Actually…I bought them because I wanted to ride in first class…and I didn't want you guys to be in a different class because then I'd be talking to people I didn't know who would probably be old and smell like soap…so I snatched up the last two first class tickets…Did you ever think about that?" Jun asked with a trace of sadness in his voice.

Kouki stared at him with his mouth hung open. He could feel himself and Hikari blushing, ashamed. "Sorry, Jun," they both said.

Jun stared them both up close before suddenly regaining his beguiling manner. "Well, no harm done, right? Let's just get to the train before it leaves!"

As he dashed out of the house, Hikari chuckled. "There's, like, something so wrong with him, but I can't help but like him anyway."

"Like? Not the word I was thinking, but I'll take it," Kouki chimed.

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And done! Hooray! Tell me what you thought, please!

And um, bye!