Author's Note: Okay, kids. I'm going to need OCs for a couple of upcoming chapters. So, what I need from you is a character profile using the following:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (What they're wearing, hair/eye color, et cetera.)
Personality:
Occupation/Ambition: (Trainer? Coordinator? How many badges and what goals?)
Short Background: (Whatever they're doing up until this particular Christmas. One of them should know Mewtwo, so feel free to describe how they met it, even if the character isn't used for the Mewtwo story.)
Pokémon Team:
Special Abilities: (Of the character, not the Pokémon they own. Feel free to list whatever you'd like.)
Character To Pair With: (Read the other OC submission forms. If one of them tickles your fancy, put down their name as your preferred partner. First app to submit leaves this blank and will probably be paired with anyone. Leave blank if you don't care or answer Mewtwo if you want to be in the Mewtwo story.)
Anything Else?: (Is there anything else you'd like me to know?)
Although only three OCs will be used in the story, feel free to keep submitting characters, even if I've already got three forms. It's the best ones that will be used, not the first three I get.
With that said, on with the story!
Day Two: Paul x Dawn
On chance, Dawn, who was sitting in a corner of the pokémon center, looked over her shoulder as she was telling another coordinator all about the benefits of brushing a pokémon a certain way when she caught sight of a red-headed girl sliding into the booth where Ash sat. Frowning, she stopped short, causing the other trainer to look at her strangely.
"Uh, miss?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. Excuse me."
With that, she stood and hurried away. Tears formed in her eyes as she held Piplup tightly to her chest until it began squealing. She didn't seem to notice. The only thing going through her mind was the way the other girl looked – absolutely beautiful, with a radiant glow to her face. Those blue-green eyes even sparkled – sparkled – when they settled on Ash. She knew right away what that girl was thinking and who that girl must have been. Ash only talked about one person, and he did it with a certain tone of voice that Dawn found sweet.
That was her problem, though. Brock was paired up with just about every girl they met. Ash had that girl, his old friend Misty, who he kept going on and on about when he wasn't talking about training or helping someone or getting to the next gym. And her? Dawn had no one. No one to hold her. No one to talk to her sweetly and kiss her and caress her face. She was completely alone in the romantic department, and for a winter holiday, that was perfectly unacceptable.
Luckily, she passed the answer to her prayers about halfway to the door to the trainers' dorms. In a corner booth, a familiar, purple-haired trainer sat with his arms crossed and his eyes on the golden menorah on the window sill. Three of its candles were lit, and the light danced across his face to highlight a crescent of his tanned skin for Dawn to see. Instantly, she stopped and stared. She knew who it was, and for whatever reason, she was drawn to the table.
"Paul!" she exclaimed.
He turned his head. His black eyes fixed on her with his usual cold, stoic look. Suddenly, she felt some warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Her grip on Piplup loosened, much to the penguin's relief, and right then, her tears stopped trickling down her cheeks.
"Paul, I…"
"What is it?" he asked her curtly.
She frowned. "Well, you don't have to snap at me!"
"Look, if you have nothing to say, then leave me alone," he replied.
Huffing, she stared at him for awhile but didn't leave. On the one hand, she hated him. She hated his attitude and the way he treated Ash and all his pokémon. She hated how quick he was to brush people off. She hated everything about him.
Yet, at the same time, she couldn't help but feel like she wanted to stand there. Maybe she was a masochist or maybe, deep down, she felt like Paul was a good person – the kind of person who would touch her gently and protect her at all costs, if only she would make the first move…
"I like you."
Paul quirked an eyebrow. "What?"
"I like you," Dawn repeated. "I like you! I don't know why, but I do!"
"Uh."
"And I know what you're going to say," she snapped. "Oh, I'm so weak. Oh, I'm just one of Ash's stupid friends. Well, you know what? I don't care! I still like you! You're rude, but deep down, all you want is one thing!"
"And what's that?"
"This!"
Without warning, Dawn dropped Piplup to the ground. The penguin cried in protest just before he hit the floor with a thump. Immediately, he jumped to his feet, pointed at his trainer, and shouted frantically, but unfortunately, Dawn was a bit too busy to care. Instead, she leaned down and placed both of her hands on Paul's shoulders. Before he could do anything in response, she closed her eyes and planted her lips on his.
It was possibly the warmest thing Dawn had ever felt. She melted inside again. She just couldn't help it. Her lips tingled, and she fell deeply into his kiss. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and slid into his lap, leaning against him to feel his body heat. He remained upright, and for that, she was grateful. She felt that stability and let her heart beat faster at the taste of his strength.
Finally, she broke away. Sighing, she opened her eyes halfway and rested her head against his chest. A small smile crossed her lips. It was far better than she'd expected, and a blush colored her cheeks as she found herself trying to sort through conflicted thoughts. It started out as something she did to make herself feel better, but now… now, she wasn't starting to actually feel something for Paul, was she?
Paul lifted a hand to rub his lips with a palm. Exhaling, he stared at the girl in his lap with the same stoic expression he always had.
"I just have two questions for you," he said from behind his hand.
With a smile, Dawn looked up at his face. "What's that?"
"Who are you, and do you usually kiss complete strangers who don't care about you?"