Me: Well, I'm back once more to the stories! And, wow, it's been a while since I've written a fan fiction. Wish me luck once more everyone!
Thomas: Hi everyone! Big brother was supposed to be here, but he was busy, so I came in his place!
Me: Fine. You're cute anyways. As long as you don't have fans, I'm good with you being here.
Thomas: Well then, I'll get to work. This guy doesn't own Pokémon, but he does own his OCs.
Chapter Three
Growing Hatred
Wikstrom and I end up sharing a room in the hotel, despite my insistence that I share a room with Bella; after all, I have a weird thing about checking on her to make sure she's safe, after I started raising her in place of our parents.
I sigh as the aggron claims the bed by the window, falling asleep in a matter of seconds. Normally, I'd be scolding someone who doesn't even talk with roommates about who gets which bed, but when I open my beak to do so, thoughts of Sebastian race through my mind. I growl lowly, moving towards my bag, which is set by one of two ornate oak dressers with a mirror. But, in this hotel, I can't be surprised by such a thing. After all, the beds are both queen sized, and I can tell without even looking in that the bathroom is quite large.
I pull a book on the entire Sinnoh region out of my bag and set it on one of two available nightstands, each with a black lamp covered by a teal shade. Afterwards, I begin placing my clothes in the drawers of the dresser, leaving out a plain white polo and beige dress pants and my hygienic materials before I move towards the bathroom.
This room is rather large, I must admit, larger than I was expecting. There are two counters and sinks available, a door that must lead to the toilet, a large Jacuzzi tub that could fit five of Wikstrom, and a shower that has a sauna bench inside. Setting everything I have down on one of the counters, I slowly strip down, looking at myself in the mirror.
You know, even before I started dating Sebastian, I never liked my body, but after having seen the dialga shirtless so many times, and even in the nude a few times, my body image took a major blow. I'm not fat, or even average; I'm so scrawny under my clothes that I look fragile. At least my bones don't show, but I look as though I have no strength in me. It can be rather depressing to see my own reflection.
With a sigh, a tear my eyes away from the mirror and my thoughts from Sebastian. A shelf in the corner holds a few armfuls of plain white towels, one of which I grab and hang over a bar by the shower. As is the strange norm with me, I turn on the water and use my arm to test the temperature before stepping in.
My feathers are soaked within seconds due to the combination of running water and steam, but I really don't mind. It's relaxing, after all, and that's why I'm in here in the first place; to calm down and relax before lunch, when I'll be forced to see him again.
Of course, my thoughts return to Sebastian in no time at all, and I grit my teeth, trying to force him out, to no avail. In fact, my attempts seem to bring back more memories of him.
"Dammit," I growl, sitting on the sauna bench and resting my head against the wall of the shower. "It just had to be you here, didn't it, Sebastian? It couldn't have been someone I've never even heard of."
I can practically here the dialga laughing as I scowl. The temperature rises as flames try to ignite on my body, only to be doused. It's infuriating, having someone I thought I was over in my life again, even if it only for a short time.
I shut off the water and step out, quickly drying myself off before I move to get changed into my clothes for later. I manage to get on my pants, since I don't wear socks and boxers are too weird with my feathers, when I can hear someone knocking on the door to the room. With a sigh, I toss my polo over my head, not bothering to button it up as I enter the room.
Wikstrom is still snoring away, which leaves me to answer the door. Another knock sounds as I approach, but footsteps run away the very moment I start to turn the handle. I have a feeling this is what people call a 'ding dong ditch,' but I open the door never-the-less.
As expected, no one is standing on the other side, but there is something. A small vase of red roses rests on the ground, a small white card poking out from the small bouquet. I grab the card, and I'm not sure if I should be suspicious or surprised that the roses are for me. Flipping it over, I don't see a signature. In fact, all that is written is a short message; "Bring one these roses and meet me in the lobby at midnight."
It almost sounds like something that Sebastian would do, but for some reason, I'm curious rather than enraged. But, I'm still wary, so I carry the vase into the room and set it on the nightstand, and finish dressing. But, my mind moves towards tonight. To be honest, I want to know who is trying to meet me, as long as it isn't the dialga.
Me: Sorry if this chapter was short or weird. Still have the traces of writers block, and I don't have a rough draft to work with. See you all soon!