May 9, 20??
1:00 p.m.
WINGS HQ: Mess Hall
A pair of jaws chewed onto some fried meat before swallowing. It belongs to a regular-looking Garchomp known as Luigi Duonter. Though he likes meat, eating it about nearly every day... feels very... unappetizing... Luigi looks at today's lunch again. 'I want something different...' he thinks to himself. He didn't notice a Flygon who was some distance behind him having saw him feel so dull with his lunch. This Flygon went with the name Fran Veildert. He (Yes, HE), was more frequently known to be mistaken for a female because of his beautiful appearance by newcomers. It was a great shock when a certain Rhyperior met him for the first time... and took roughly a week to learn about it.
Fran just began reading recipe books to learn how to cook, and saw a dish which he thought would be quite tasty. Maybe if he prepared this... it would win some appreciation from his adopted brother. He nods to himself, pumping his arms.
May 10, 20??
12:45 p.m.
WINGS HQ: Mess Hall
Holding onto a packed lunchbox, Fran nods to himself and exits the kitchen. He looks around to see where the Garchomp he wanted to impress is, but he didn't catch sight of him. He walked over to the table where Luigi usually sat to see if anyone else would know where he is. Fran sees Ignatius sitting there while chewing onto his burger. His left red feather-shaped earring slowly swayed from his ear with a beautiful shine to it.
"H-Hello, Iggy..." Fran softly says.
"Mmm." Ignatius swallows and turns to Fran, seeing him with his left blue eye; his right eye covered by his bang. "Hello there, Fran."
"Um, do you know where ... um, Luigi went?"
"Oh, he wanted to eat at the fountain courtyard. It always had that sort of fresh atmosphere around it, and just about anyone would like it."
"T-thank you very much!"
Ignatius nodded and went back to eating his meal. Fran heads off from the table, passing by one of his roommates, a Primarina named Aria Symphonia. She sighs whenever she looks at the Infernape eating.
Fran passes by several other Pokémon he is more than familiar with. A Roserade eating vegetables, a male Meowstic having some stew while his paw moves to write down something on an open notebook, and a Beartic beside him playing with his own food. An Abomasnow was standing by some distance away from other Pokémon, looking at himself and tugging his fleshy belly. He seems to be mumbling something to himself.
"Guy, eat your food." The Meowstic says without even looking at his companion beside him.
"Aww, Weiss-iss~..." The Beartic responds with his cheery tone.
May 10, 20??
12:55 p.m.
WINGS HQ: Fountain Courtyard
The fountain courtyard, as spacious as it was, had quite the magnificent sight. Several statues depicting Pokémon are evened out on the stone pavements towards the center, where the fountain is. Water jets out in a routine pattern, splashing down onto the basin. Plant life are planted around the lush grass surrounding the rest of the area.
Luigi looks around, finding a comfortable place to take a bite of the food held under his shoulder. Just as he finds a bench to sit onto, he spots someone quickly hiding behind one of the statues, failing to hide their tail, however. It was pretty obvious who was it based on the rhombus-tipped tail.
"Fran?"
"U-um... Luigi?" True to his thoughts, a Flygon emerges from behind the statue. Fran timidly approaches Luigi slowly. He had his arms behind his back. It was quite obvious on something being hidden.
"Fran? What is it?" Luigi wonders, looking at the shy and blushing Flygon.
"U-um..." Fran shyly moves a leg while still holding the lunchbox behind his back. 'I-I can't get cold feet now...!' He shuts his eyes and reveals the lunchbox from behind him.
"I-I made this just for you! Please eat it!" Fran says a bit too loudly. Luigi looked at Fran for a few seconds, then took the lunchbox off his hands. He opens the lid if the lunchbox. "Oh, that's nice of you, Fr-"
Luigi immediately took back what he said on the 'nice' part when his eyes saw the contents of the box. They kept shifting left and right, staring at that inky substance that inside the lunchbox. He could have sworn he saw wicked aura emanating from it. He wanted to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. This looks like food that a Poison-Type would be-No! Not even a Poison-Type Pokémon would consume this other than the reckless or stupid! But he already gave accepting words out earlier; he couldn't just back away now... But... looks can be deceiving... right?
Luigi took one piece into his mouth and chewed on it. He could see Fran looking at him expectedly and saying something, but it all mainly came out as inaudible as he tries to focus on the... food... inside his mouth. It was... is... It's twisting the insides of his mouth into places that are logically impossible. And for some reason, he could feel his stamina deteriorate rapidly...
He suddenly jolted and went stiff and his eyes shut, prompting Fran to pause and look at him in confusion.
"Um, Luigi? How is i-" Fran cut himself off as he gasps loudly, seeing Luigi suddenly topple backwards and hit the ground with a heavy thud. "Luigi! Are you okay?!" He went over to the now confirmed unconscious Garchomp lying down on his back.
May 11, 20??
9:55 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Communications Room
Inside the office to contact members partaking in missions, requests, or duties outside of HQ, a Zangoose with an mechanical hand and an eye was tapping onto a keyboard, having established a contact with someone outside currently.
"Alright, Duonter. You can head back to HQ." Zakh fixes his earpiece. "We'll make do with the game from today."
"Alright. Get it ready to return me back to HQ." A voice responds from the screen.
'Will do. I'll get it set up." The contact then ends. "...And one other thing..." He takes off his earpiece and breaths in... and he turns around, rotating his seat to snap at the Flygon peeping from behind the wall. "...Will you cut that out!?"
"Aaah!" Fran shrieked at the sudden shock, his tail swerved and struck something off from behind him.
"Hoh!" An arm shot towards the falling object and catches it. The arm retracts slowly from the steel cable connected to it towards Zakh. It attaches back to the metallic base with a light sounding click and Zakh groans, examining the small structure of machinery. "Seriously, it's getting creepy whenever Duonter isn't in HQ and then you come over here just to know of his condition. Can't the assurance of returning be enough?"
"I-I'm so... sorry..." Fran looks down.
Zakh points a finger at him. "And stop apologising for every single matter."
"Um, okay..." Fran nodded meekly. He turns around to leave...
"Don't go to the exit from the left. Atad's right there doing maintenance." Zakh tells Fran as he turns back to the screen. "You want to be able to spend more time for yourself, don't you?" Fran shudders. Members of WINGS become very familiar with the Porygon-Z inhabiting the HQ, for both his eccentric, wacky personality... and his... "attraction", to male dragons, usually ending in some form of harassment.
"I-I won't... Thank you very much, Zakh..." Fran says before he heads off to the right.
May 11, 20??
11:30 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Dynamax Simulation Room
The surroundings of the dome breaks apart in fading digital cubes. A colossal-sized Nidoqueen emanating red energy soon glows, and she shrinks down rapidly, until the dome was the one comparing her to an ant. A metallic blade attached to a gun trigger emanated steam from the tip held by her right hand. She spins it and turns to meet the other Pokémon that were looking at her. And directly behind her is a large field of earth that was ravaged with fissures before it disappears, leaving the clear digital floor.
"...And, that, is a Max Move. Only capable of being performed while you're under Dynamax." She said to them. "Oh, and if you want to ask, certain Pokémon like Grandpa Bird undergo Gigantamax instead, and some of their moves instead come out as a G-Max Move."
Luigi was there as well, along with the Beartic casually resting his fore paws onto the base of an bardiche's pole in front of him. "And so, to recap. Dynamax is a phenomenon done here while you feel a great rush of adrenaline build up. At a given space, only two Pokémon can undergo Dynamax or Gigantamax. But you're not realistically invincible, you can still get knocked out from sheer force. You only have a short duration from a minimum of three minutes to a maximum of ten to hold onto your Dynamax state." Luigi explains to the new recruits.
"Yeah~" Guy says. "Keep up your good Muks~..." Luigi rolls his eyes, and Claire stifles a chuckle, while the recruits flinch. "...And you'll be ringing your Victribell in no time~!"
"Again with your bad jokes..." Luigi sighs. "And whose idea was it to let you onto this demonstration..."
Fran sighs to himself, watching how Luigi, once again, telling Guy off about his sense of humor, while the latter just looked at him in his usual lackadaisical cheery half-lidded face. He looked at the time right now. It was before lunchtime.
...It wouldn't hurt to try again.
May 11, 20??
11:50 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Kitchen
...It hurt to try again. Mentally, that is. Fran stares at the bubbling purple mush of food he just made. By the side, is a bowl that contained... something. Inky blackness was present as a cloak. He felt like tearing up just by looking at it, even though he was certain he never touched onions.
"Hey, Fran!"
"A-ah!" Fran sharply turns to see a Rhyperior walking towards him, the very same one who hit on him assuming he was a woman when he first joined. "B-Brandt!"
"What's ya got there behind you?" Brandt questions in curiosity.
"N-nothing! Nothing at all...!"
"Come on! ...Why does it smell?"
"N-no-"
Fran looks down in pure embarrassment as Brandt looks at what he 'made'. "...Hmm..." he kept looking at that... dish... and turns to the Flygon beside him. "So, who did you make that for?" he says with growing excitement.
"H-huh?"
"For someone special?"
"U-uh, yes, bu-" Fran helps in shock as Brandt brings an arm around his neck. "Aaah!"
"Don't you worry; I'll help out with this!" The Rhyperior says confidently. "You'll make one dish that'll knock her out!"
'A-actually... it... isn't a her...'
May 11, 20??
12:15 p.m.
WINGS HQ: Kitchen
Fran was actually amazed with how skilled Brandt is as a cook. He heard some short-worded explanations that are simple and easy to get, listened to plenty of advice on certain steps. And then when it comes to more optional effects, consider how it tastes by making slightly more than the intended servings.
By the time they are done cooking, Fran felt like he wanted to eat the meal himself from the mouth-watering scent. The egg felt so soft to the touch, feeling like it would melt once consumed, and the arrangement of the dish... Fran quickly gave a few pats on his cheeks to get rid of the idea of eating it.
He turns to Brandt with a smile. " T-thank you so much, Brandt! I... I don't know how to repay you..." Brandt grins with a pat on his chest with his left hand. "There really isn't much to repay!" he laughs. "But if you were a girl, I wouldn't mind to go out for a night!"
"H-huh!?" Fran's face lit up.
"Just go, just go!" Brandt tells Fran. Fran pauses for a while before he locks the box with a cover and bringing it out to find Luigi.
The moment Brandt confirms Fran is out of sight and hearing, he lets out a slight hiss, bringing his right hand out, looking at how his fingertips are letting out smoke from their charred state. 'How did that even happen from twenty minutes of cooking...?' He thinks to himself.
May 11, 20??
12:23 p.m.
WINGS HQ: Outside Hangars
An Inteleon was walking alongside Luigi as they headed over to one of the hangars to check on one of the newly brought over items. Luigi looked over at the Inteleon as he inspects the set goods. "So, Sunai. How does it look?"
"Well, as you can see, this'll find a well spot in further research. Oh, and this comes from the time where Kyogre and Goudon are said to cause their refutes, which all stems from..." Sunai starts to speak in elaborate and clear details, explaining even the smallest and unsighted information about the event. Luigi just smiled at that. Sunai was known to speak close to without end when it comes to him detailing something. He actually doesn't mind that talkative part of Sunai, rather than get tired of it like the others, he enjoys listening.
"Speaking of which, where's Gray?" Luigi asks.
Sunai stops explaining to answer, "He'll be carrying some of the heavier items into HQ. As you know, he isn't the most delicate Pokémon around." And after that, he resumed his rambles about history.
Luigi nodded and he felt his stomach rumble. He instinctively placed one arm on it. Luigi didn't really think he would be that hungry... Not after what happened yesterday, it looks like he is recovering from foul-tasting food experiences. He shuddered at the thought of his little brother-
"L-Luigi!"
Speak of the devil...! Luigi turns around, still hearing Sunai talk from one 'ear' as he saw Fran approaching towards them with a lunchbox in his hands.
"Geez... this thing is heavy, ya'ow..." Both failed to notice that in the middle, a Pangoro was pulling a large container across the ground with a rope tied to it. Gray cracks his neck, completely oblivious to what's happening behind him. "Come on, you can do this, Gray... Hrrrrgh!"
He gave one forceful pull, lifting the rope up just enough for Fran's short feet to get caught under it. With a gasp of shock, Fran falls face-first into the ground, spreading grainy dirt around with his fall. "Fran!" Luigi took a step forward before he suddenly stopped, being completely distracted by something coming his way. The lunchbox Fran had has been thrown into the air, spinning in an arch towards him.
"...And then, the Red Orb and the Blue Orb... When their power is exposed towards those titans-" Sunai said, turning to face Luigi. He stopped speaking when he saw the lunchbox. Unlike Luigi, he spotted an infusion of draconic energy within the lunchbox. It... will be treated as a Dragon-Type strike, and Luigi is still standing there, unaware of it.
"Luigi, move!" Sunai opens a palm, and water suddenly forms from it, creating a firing weapon known as a bayonet and he swerved to aim it...
But it was too late as Sunai watches the lunchbox collide against Luigi's head with the blue-coated energy and he watched the Garchomp spin downwards and hit against the floor with a heavy thud. The lunchbox hit the ground afterward, scattering its' contents about around it with an open cover. It is now unsafe to eat.
"Luigi!" Sunai knelt down, the bayonet in his hand disappearing in a flash as he checked on his fallen ally...
"..." Luigi's eyes were wide, likely from the impact of the lunchbox His mouth remained open, unmoving. Sunai then checks his nose and then his chest. He got both breathing and heartbeats. But he isn't responding from verbal nor physical stimuli. "He's knocked unconscious... and from the impact.. a critical strike to add." Sunai analysed.
"Nnn..." Fran got up, hearing some shouts as he dusted his snout. His eyes had always been more safe thanks to those red brille around them. "The heck happened, ah? What's with those shouts?" He sees Gray run over. But... why is Luigi now down on the ground? As he ran towards his brother in worry, he caught sight of his lunchbox, feeling his stomach turn about again.
"L-Luigi!" he quickly kneels to the side in worry, putting his hands on Luigi's head and letting pale green energy flow out towards him.
"Contact Professor Pentaster immediately." Sunai said.
May 11, 20??
9:30 p.m.
WINGS HQ: Medical Bay
By the time news came, most of Luigi's friends were all surrounding his bed, wondering what the heck happened that put him out of commission. Pentaster diagnosed the unconscious Garchomp's body and assured them that he'll take around night to regain consciousness. Fran, in particular, looked absolutely guilt-ridden. For the first hour, he kept providing unnecessary healing in panic. And then when they asked about his recount, he looked more guilty than before he excused himself out of the medical bay. Eventually, all the friends dispersed off into their different directions to do their own jobs for the day.
But that didn't stop them from coming over here once they were done, though. Ignatius, Claire and the male Meowstic sat upon different chairs as they looked at the same bed.
"...Nhhhh..." A groan came from there. They watched Luigi open his eyes in a daze and touching the side of his head. "...Iggy? Weiss? Claire?" He asked.
"Yeah, it's us." Ignatius replied.
"...Where's... Fran...?" Luigi could remember being struck by a lunchbox before he found himself here. It was like a Dragon Claw to his head...
"He's been in his quarters after he left about an hour when he was here." Claire replied. "Aria and Lusiane said that they heard sobbing from the other side. Oh, and Fran wanted to apologize for what happened this afternoon, even though we still don't know what he could have done."
The door of the medical bay slides open and a Starmie walks into it, the frontal left hand holding onto an electronic tablet while the frontal right tapped onto it. They look at the Starmie heading over to the bed.
"You're awake, Duonter." The Starmie addresses, lowering the tablet. "How're you feeling as of now?"
"Oh, Pentaster... I... just feel... alright..." Luigi sits himself upright. Pentaster nodded. "Hmm... you should be able to move about by now, but for safety, rest for the night here." He turns around to head out of the medical bay. Once the door closes, Luigi groans out and falls back to the bed by his side.
"Still... I wonder what could have happened...?" Iggy ponders. "Do you have anything coming to mind, Weeg?"
Luigi shook his head. "No... Not other than care..."
Weiss puts a hand under his chin. "What about-"
"Well, I saw Fran back then heading off with a lunchbox, and from what you guys said..." Claire pipes up. "He wants to make lunch for Luigi."
"Well, I can see that..." Luigi grumbles. "But, why...?"
"I guess he cares for you. But, not how we're seeing it..." Claire shrugs her shoulders. The other three males looked at each other before sparing moments to think.
Weiss first got it, sputtering. "No, you don't mean..."
Iggy looked puzzled. "Uh... You mean... love?"
"..." Luigi's face was filled with incredulousness.
"It's just a thought." Claire said. "I'll probably go comfort him soon and get answers from his side. But maybe he really cares for you a lot, as both a brother to him and someone he deeply is affectionate of..." she scratches her chin. "Nonetheless... you are his adopted brother, right? What do you think of him?"
"...Uh..." Luigi looked down. "...That, I do care for him when his family took me in... Even if back then, it was fairly short to spend time there... He had such a kind heart, even with his meek confidence... Maybe... I could be more able to protect him, along with everyone else, now..."
"Well, looks like that's enough to hear." Claire said. "Just take care of your brother, you hear? And we don't mind, if you want to go the other way."
"...Yeah..." Luigi nodded.
"This... comes from the Nidoqueen who can't even see that someone is crushing on her bad." Iggy said.
'And that comes from the Infernape who can't even see that someone is crushing on him a lot.' Weiss mentally says to himself, knowing full well on who he's thinking about.
May 12, 20??
11:00 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Outside Mess Hall
Luigi looked around the area, but he didn't see Fran anywhere. Pentaster was right about the rest, though. He could find himself moving well enough, but he was advised not to engage in strenuous work. He sighed. He needed to apologize to Fran, knowing he meant no harm in his actions.
A fuschia and blue figure suddenly pops out right in front of him, startling him for a moment before recognizing who; and letting a instinctive sigh come out. "Glitch..." he shakes his head.
"Oho!" The Porygon-Z pipes up, jerking his head suddenly as usual. Luigi noticed that he held a lunchbox and stepped back immediately. For some reason, Glitch is known to make foul-tasting food to most groups which they all moaned in pain that it tasted like hellfire, subzero ice and a thunderstorm all at the same time. But when it comes to... dragons, they find it quite okay or good... only to experience a burning sensation. Luigi remembered that the last time he was fed that, he had to hide inside a room until his 'business' is finished.
Glitch caught his sudden backstep and still waved his arms to the sides. "Oho, no worry! Friends cam-came over and did cooki-cooking!"
Still, Luigi couldn't help but feel apprehensive, completely expectant that Glitch will do... what he wants to do. He carefully, and slowly approached the Porygon-Z and takes the lunchbox off his arms.
In a minute's time, Pokémon inside the mess hall carried about their own things while hearing the shouts of a Garchomp and a playful Porygon-Z just outside.
May 12, 20??
11:08 a.m.
WINGS HQ: 2nd Floor Quarters
Fran is lying down on his bed by his front. His already low self-confidence didn't help much in him wanting to make up for the trouble he caused for his brother. When he thought about cooking, he immediately recollected how his last two attempts caused some form of physical and mental injuries.
Fran felt like crying again at the thought of contemplation of cooking. His eyes start to water, trembling slightly as he begins to curl inwards. The door slides open and a Mienshao walks into the room, the last of his roommates; Lusiane. Lusiane sees his miserable, shaking state and she walked over to him to question about it.
"...Fra-" Lusiane reaches out to him... only to meet him shooting right out of the bed. "AAH! I'M GOING TO DO IT!" He cries out, flying through the open door in an instant. "...n?" Lusiane turns her head to the door, feeling a foreboding of calamity...
May 12, 20??
11:15 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Kitchen
Lusiane just... didn't know what to say. She watched, along with many onlookers present, at that wailing Flygon throwing the most random of food ingredients. Cabbage, carrots, spices, more spices... a wide variety. Lusiane wanted to step in, but somehow got a premonition that if she did, it would somehow get misinterpreted and make things much worse than what it would have been.
Needless to say, the finished product was way off the mark, way off the mark. None could really call it a "meal". Lusiane even noted that the food fell a lot on the dry side, which Luigi dislikes. There wasn't even a taste test to see if it was... edible; that thing was just packed into a lunchbox before Fran bolts out with it. Followed by the other members, Lusiane looks out of the door, where her roommate was just gone in an instant.
May 12, 20??
12:10 p.m.
WINGS HQ: Towards Longue
Fran kept taking deep breaths as he walked through the corridor to relax himself from the anxiety desperately attempting to get the better of him. He heard, he heard this was Luigi's last location. He may still be there, he may not be there. This was it... He'd arrived at the longue area. The pressure was subsiding. He just needed to say those words properly, once again... and pass it... With a firm nod of determination, Fran turns to look through the door. "Lui-"
Forget pressure and anxiety. It was outright depression when he saw the sight. It felt like all his determination decided to just abandon him the moment he saw. Even the words chose to flee from this 'fight'. Sitting down on one of the cushioned stools was indeed Luigi. But he was eating. It was lunch, yes, but seeing it, that exquisite display, the filled plate, and how his face was very relaxed as he chewed.
Come to think of it, he couldn't give... this, to Luigi. It would definitely ruin everything. Mood, appetite, impression of him... Fran looks down. The first one knocked Luigi out from the taste. The second one was infused with Dragon Claw and critically knocked him out as well. Who's to say what the third one will do?! Slowly and quietly, he backsteps slowly away from the longue entrance with literally a heavy heart. He wasn't aware of the blue reptile who noticed him retreating.
May 13, 20??
9:00 a.m.
WINGS HQ: 2nd Floor Quarters
"So, we'll be... going now, Claire." Lusiane said with Aria by her side.
"We'll see you later... after you get Fran out." Aria added before they left. Claire nodded in response, then turned to look at Fran's bed. On the mattress, a large red blanket has been rolled up with a set of green antennae sticking out from one side and a three rhombus-tipped tail by the other side. Perhaps he even looked like he's trying to pass off as a roll of ham. He'd been like that since they saw him in the room from yesterday.
Claire just sighs as she heads over to him. She gives him a shake, he didn't respond. Another shake, and his head stirred. Claire then unrolls him out of the blanket, allowing his body to move freely. Even with those red brille covering his eyes, she could see he spent a lot of time crying. "Come, Fran. Wash your face up."
After a few minutes, Fran is wiping his face with a towel as he and Claire sat back onto his bed. "All better?" she asks. Fran nods rapidly, putting the towel down onto his lap. Claire breathes in and starts to speak. "By the way, your brother's worried about you." Fran jolts in response. "He knows you never meant to hurt him in any sort of way. I offered to help talk to you to understand between the two of you better. He cares for you a lot... And with that in mind... what do you think of him?"
"H-huh?"
"You heard me, what do you think of Luigi?"
Fran twiddled both his hands together, his face beating up every second. "U-um... He's... really great and all, and... I was so happy to see him again after so many years... He'd grown into a stronger, adamant figure than I thought he'd be... I... always wanted to help him... to be able to protect him... I... love him... Ah! I-I mean-!"
Claire couldn't help but smile. She put an arm around his back. "Fran... what was the power given to you?"
"Oh, that's... my ability to heal wounds..." Fran answered.
"Yeah. Sunai once spoke about the hidden potentials our Dynacrystals can awaken for us. I didn't really pay much attention because, Sunai. But he did say that the ability of recovery means one has a devoted heart filled with kindness and love." Claire said.
"A... devoted heart..." Fran touches his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
"I guess it means you have the strongest will within you, and you can turn your growing courage into strength."
"I... I don't know..." Fran bent down and reached to hug his legs. "I don't know what I should do now... If I mess up again-" He flinched when he saw something presented in front of him. It was the page of the egg recipe he had been trying to make for the past three days. Claire had picked it up from the nightstand.
"You can make this." Claire suggests. "No worries, I'll help out. Remember to cook with your feelings in mind." Fran looks back at the recipe. He remembers doing that back when he first joined and he knocked out Commander Gardious for a week with a sample of his dish, having a recount of tasting sand.
"...O-okay. Thank you, Claire..."
Claire smiled. "No problem. Let's get to the kitchen and get started."
May 13, 20??10:00 a.m.WINGS HQ: Kitchen
"And... that should be it for the main ingredients." Claire declares as she sets them down. Fran looks at them again, and back at the cookbook. He breathes and begins to crack the eggs open in a bowl and starts beating them. He thought he was imagining it, but more... people were there now as he cooked. It was his roommates, then more friends, and then much more, all looking at him prepare his dish.
He hears their approvals and some cheers. Fran quickly reads the cookbook again at one step he needed to look at, having mental reminders that he is fuelling this meal with his emotions in mind. He could feel confidence rising inside of him as the dish came closer to completion.
May 13, 20??
11:30 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Kitchen
"H-How is it?" Fran asks Claire as she chewed on some to taste-test. She tapped onto the counter and swallowed and look at him with a smile. "You're ready."
Fran nods with a smile forming into him and looks at the packed lunch. "I-I have to go!" he grabs it and prepares to fly out. He hears Weiss call out that Luigi is heading to Pentaster's laboratory now and he should head over in that direction. Fran nods and thanks him along the way with great flaps.
As he hurries over with tension, he couldn't help but feel a smile coming to him.
May 13, 20??
11:49 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Corridors
Luigi walked by on the floor like every day, a plastic model of a human under his shoulder. He was just carrying this along to set it in Pentaster's laboratory. And then after that, he planned to go for lunch.
"Luigi!" Luigi knew the owner of the voice and turned to see a Flygon approaching him. With a lunchbox in one hand.
"Fra-Aaah!?" Luigi was grabbed by his arm as Fran passes by him and pulls him along. A small clunky was heard as the model he was carrying fell onto the floor. "Wait! Fran! I have to get that and bring it!"
Fran paid no attention to his shouts while some of the WINGS members who saw the model lying there gather and look in confusion. He can do this. This time for sure.
May 13, 20??
11:55 a.m.
WINGS HQ: Fountain Courtyard
Luigi groaned as he rubbed his arm. He never felt such a killer grip from Fran before. He looked back at his brother, both sitting at a bench under the shading of a tree.
"P-please, Luigi! Eat this!" Fran held the lunchbox in front of Luigi. "I made this just for you!" Luigi breathed, remembering his experiences with those in just a two-day span. His mind had already a haunting feeling of death lingering in it. His eyes remained a cautious look as he took the lunchbox and opened it, in imminent preparation for the worst.
Instead, he looked at a surprise, a pleasant surprise. Luigi's eyes widened in amazement at the lunch. It looked completely appetizing. The egg steamed out in a beautiful fashion, several side dishes by the side to add up with the flavor. He could see how they were sautéed with something that brings a spicy taste. And with that, he took one piece of the egg and chewed on it.
Fran had his eyes shut, his hands holding tightly against each other. He kept thinking prayers that it'll be good and won't harm his brother any more than what could happen. He hears a gulp and opens an eye to look at the Garchomp.
"It... tastes delicious." Luigi's face look really nice with no traces of the egg in his open jaw.
Fran suddenly lets out a sudden cry, lunging over and wrapping his arms and wings around him in a hug. Luigi blinks rapidly, hearing his soft sobbing and shaking. His surprised face soon turns into a smile and he wraps his arms around Fran. "I'm... really happy to have a brother like you..." he says in a whisper for Fran to hear.
Fran sniffles loudly, but his mouth had formed an elated smile despite the tears coming out of his eyes. "Y-Yes... I can say the same here..."
Fran had such a soft beaming smile on his face, resting his head onto Luigi's neck. The Garchomp looks at him with a warm smile and puts an arm around his neck. It wasn't noticed to them, but behind them, their tails had intertwined with each other.
Just by Luigi's side of the bench, an empty lunchbox rests there, used to contain food minutes ago, but now devoid of it.
Finally got this off my chest after so long.