Author's note: The following characters in this chapter are NOT of my own creation. They belong entirely to Ol' 3lue Eyes, a friend of mine.
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~DD
Seo-yun sighed, massaging her temples. Today was the day she'd find the man who was the father of the child nestled within her belly. For two moments, Seo wonders what went wrong in life to lead her to this point.
Her parents had always had high hopes for her, but here she was, working a dead-end job, barely making ends meet while she worked as a waitress at the age of 24. Her life had become boring and, well, easily predicted. Every day was the same thing- wake up. Get dressed. Feed Flygon and Litwick, brush her hair, go to work.
Wash, rinse, fucking repeat.
And then... It all changed.
She had been working her usual shift. Cleaning tables, making lewd jokes with her co-workers, wiping the sweat off her brow from busy-hour. She offered to close up the shop, allowing them a quick exit and herself some alone time.
Seo-yun, finally offered peace and quiet, pulled out a chair from a table and sat down, yanking her feet from her work-boots and wiggling her toes. Cafe Sonata was a small place, but it was quite the hit. With tile floors and white columns, ivy curling up the walls and dim lighting, it was the go-to place for a date. Seo-yun might've liked to be taken here, if she wasn't always fucking working here, mopping up shit from the bathroom at night and serving during the day.
And, the fact that she hadn't been on a date in almost a year.
It wasn't that she didn't have the right equipment. She was just so busy- between her Pokemon and work, she barely had enough time for herself, let alone another man.
Her fair skin was beautiful and smooth, with pale brown eyes that rivaled the color of Eevee's plush fur. She had a constellation of freckles across her cheeks, a subtle contrast to her ivory skin.
Her obsidian hair fell to her shoulder-blades in a slick river, and she had a nice, slim build and considerable bust. So while she wasn't gorgeous, she was pretty damn close.
The door chimed, and Seo spun around, mortified. She wasn't exactly the pinnacle of professionalism right now, with her feet on the table, toes in the air, shoes scattered about, uniform rumpled.
And he was looking at her like she was crazy.
What a great way to end the day.
Sighing, Seo-yun swiveled in her seat, got to her feet, and walked over, bare-feet slapping against tile. She smiled warmly, although her eyes were tired, and then blinked.
She was staring into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Sky blue, blue like oceans, framed by thick brown lashes. Those startling blue eyes were attached to a surprisingly attractive face- full lips, the left side pulled up into a smirk, shaggy brown hair that fell perfectly in waves down to his ears. It was his deep rumble of a voice that brought her to her senses.
"Can I get the Sea-Blue special with ocean-water flavored tapioca bubbles?" he asked, settling his icy gaze on her. It sent chills down her spine, and she tried to get her tongue to produce words.
"Would you like the Squirtle, Wartortle, or Blastoise size?" she managed to say, cringing at the shrill sound of her voice. Relax, she thought. Just a customer. A hot, tall, well-developed-
There was that smirk again. She felt hot and then cold.
"Better make it Blastoise," he said with a grin, exposing white teeth in a perfect formation. He reached into the pocket of his faded blue jeans and pulled out a pokeball. Before she could protest, he had tossed it into the air, and a flash of light blinded her.
There was a faint rumbling noise, and at her feet was a rather large Venusaur. Her smile quickly changed into a frown as it sniffed at her, before licking her foot with a raspy tongue.
And still, the man was staring at her with those eyes.
"Did you read the sign? No Pokemon allowed," Seo read, unable to keep the edge out of her voice. If her manager randomly walked in right now, she'd be in trouble.
"He likes you!" The man exclaimed, reaching down to scratch the starter behind the ears, rubbing his head and patting the Pokemon's strong legs. The massive Pokemon smiled a toothy grin, and Seo couldn't help but smile in return- it was hard to dislike a trainer who loved his partner so much. She leaned down, tossing her hair over her shoulder and chuckled.
"May I?" she asked, looking down at the grass-type. He seemed to nod, and she reached out, scratched him beneath the jaw. Immedietly, the 'mon leaned into her touch, slamming his leg into the ground like a dog Pokemon.
When she was done, she found him staring at her in a new light- interest kindling in his eyes. And when he smiled, she found herself smiling back. The Venusaur let out a happy roar, and the man chuckled, before speaking.
"It seems like my partner would like to invite you to dinner," he said, a hint of nervousness in his tone. Seo grinned, glancing down at the Pokemon.
"Is that so?" she asked. "I'm technically still on duty," she admitted, looking around. The place was a mess.
"Let me help you," he said instantly.
And that was how it began.
They had been out all night, just wandering, eating, allowing their Pokemon to play. Seo-yun felt so... Alive! She laughed more freely, offered smiles more often. His personality was refreshing- smart yet playful, respectful and courteous. By they end of the night, they had become close friends.
And when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn't object- and when she offered to go back to her place, he didn't have any objections. Their clothes fell like rain, and they tumbled throughout the bed-sheets the entire night.
But like all good things, they end. When she awoke, blissfully at ease and somewhat sore, yet refreshed and wanting more, he was getting dressed. He saw her look and came over, planted a kiss on her lips, and it all started over again- and ended with him getting dressed this time, and leaving. He wrapped her in a hug, gave her his number, and promptly vanished.
Fast forward, four months later, and still no word of him. Often she wondered if it had been a dream- until she felt a queasiness in her gut, persisting until she took the test.
Pregnant. 24, unmarried, and pregnant- what would her parents say?
Worse still- what would he say? Would he help? Would he demand her to end it now? Would he even want to see her? What would she do? How would she afford it? No, not it, her or him? How would she get food, diapers, toys, a bigger place- what would she do?
What was she doing, now? Why was she packing her things, making her way to _, in hopes of what- closure? He obviously wanted nothing more to do with her, so why was she pursuing this avenue?
Beside her, Litwick's light flickered. She was drawn from her thoughts by his waxy hand patting her own, purple eyes filled with determination. Seo-yun smiled then, picking up the candle in her arms and pulling it to her chest. Even if she ended with wax dripping down her blouse, she didn't care- she loved the cute little thing.
"Lit. Litwick! Wick. Wick!" Litwick exclaimed, trying (and failing) to clap his stubby arms.
"Yeah, I know. Every little thing's gonna be alright," Seo sang, albeit a bit off-key. While lately she'd been moody and irritable, that wasn't her. Overall, she was a happy person, and determined to stay that way.
But still, when she thought about the months yet to come...
No- enough of this. She didn't get time off of work to just sulk around. Even if she was going in search of her baby daddy, she'd sure as hell have fun doing it! Anistar city had cafes, boutiques, gyms- a fresh change of pace. Seo smiled, hopping to her feet and spinning in a small circle. Litwick smiled a gooey smile, happy that his trainer was finally grinning for a change.
Her bed was made, suitcases packed, and her flygon, still contained in a pokeball, was ready. She often didn't let him out inside, due to his size and him being prone to breaking things, but she had a feeling she wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Because really- what was there to come back to?
Granted, she'd have a nasty bill when Flygon got done ripping the place apart, and that she hadn't even put in a two-weeks notice, and the fact that she had a few friends wondering where in the world she'd gone- but still. She was leaving, and nothing would change that.
And so she let Flygon out of his ball. The bug and dragon type let out a roar of delight as he spread is wings in the tiny apartment, each of his massive wingtips brushing against either side of the walls.
"All right, settle down," she chastised, but she wasn't able to keep the smile off her face. Flygon focused his red eyes on her, blinking.
"Fly? Fly fly gon?" He asked. Seo-yun grinned, letting out a breath.
"Yeah. Now we fly."