Title: Fashion Flaws
Characters: Sora, OC
Chapters: 1-1||Words: 543
Genre: General||Rated: G
Prompt: Sora Takenouchi Week 2022, day #6, fashion
Notes: I wasn't very sure about this prompt, but as I played Pokemon X, something about Team Flare's whole "stylish" thing just clicked in my head with the prompt. So this came into being!
Summary: Sora's on her Pokemon journey, and encounters someone who thinks they know a few things about fashion. But they really, really don't. That tacky red suit is horrific!

Sora's Fletchinder Akari eyed the red-suited person standing there with arms crossed, then tilted her head to look back at Sora, making a slightly amused trilling noise. Sora looked the other trainer up and down herself, then nodded.

"What?" The Team Flare member glowered at her. "Jealous of my stylish suit?" She tugged at the lapels of the scarlet jacket importantly. "You probably couldn't afford buying anything like this."

"I don't think I'd want to," Sora admitted, brushing her fingers across Akari's feathers. "It's really not all that "stylish" anyway."

The other trainer stared for a few seconds, before sputtering some words that Sora hadn't heard from someone else in a while. "How dare you! These Team Flare suits are the most stylish ever!"

She continued into a rant that Sora didn't pay a lot of attention to. She rather hoped they'd just get to the Pokemon battle part of this as soon as possible. Akari wanted to fight, and very clearly didn't find anything interesting in that outfit.

Not to mention, she'd told the truth. She'd always had a rather good eye for fashion and style, and that outfit didn't work for everyone she'd seen wearing it.

"Are you paying attention to me?" The Flare Grunt demanded, stomping one foot. "You're going to pay for that! Go!"

Sora didn't stop the flash of a grin across her face. This was going to be good.

"You're just a kid!" The Flare Grunt declared even as their Pokemon exchanged blows. "What do you know about fashion anyway?"

"I know that your hair isn't naturally red," Sora calmly pointed out. "I can see the roots." Her eyes flicked up and down the other. "Also, there's nothing wrong with dyeing your hair, but that shade and the suit clash. You don't have the complexion for it, either."

The Grunt stammered a few incoherent words, fists clenching, even as Akari finished off the last of her Pokemon, sending them back to their balls. She stared at Sora as if she'd never seen such a person in her entire life, and wasn't enjoying the experience now.

"You can't – you – I'm not – I'm not gettng sloppy!" The Grunt shook her head even harder, then glared so sharply at Sora that the young Trainer wondered briefly if it would cause damage of its own. "You're not part of Team Flare and you could never afford to be! You're never going to appreciate our stylishness!"

Sora wanted to tell her that she at least knew a few things about fashion and if being a full time Pokemon Trainer didn't work out, then she wanted to go to fashion school and learn to make outfits of her own. But the words never had the chance to pass her lips, when the Grunt stomped her foot, tossed her hair, and stalked out of sight as quickly as she could.

For a few moments, Sora stared in that direction, then finally decided there wasn't much else she could do about it. The city with the Water Gym remained two or three days down the road, and she wanted to see if she could find an Emolga or a Hoppip or something to help there.

And she'd keep an eye out for any more Team Flare members as she did.

The End

Notes: For the most part Sora runs a Flying team of Pokemon. Akari the Fletchling/etc would be Piyomon/Birdramon/etc in their home canon.