Fandom: The Pokemon Game-Verse
Pairing: Blair/Whitlea, Chessshipping.
Rating: T
Reason for re-upload: Re-vamping! Here is Monochromatic Dreams v2.0! Yaaay! I'm excited, guys. I just changed and tweaked the story to make it fit into the more canon world. That means N is N, he's not evil, Bianca has a stable name, typos have been hunted down and fixed (...most of them, I hope), and stupid mistakes have been eradicated.
-RV
Monochromatic Dreams*
When you're with me, it's an eternal summer. I will never forget you.
Why does love have to feel like a battlefield?
N, the green-haired genius of Unova, took a step towards the couple. His gray eyes flickered with amusement and Blair held back the urge to punch him, square in the face.
There were various reasons for that, the most prominent being that Whitlea would be watching and he didn't want her to think that he was being stupid by punching said idiot-named-N.
"So, what brings you back to Unova?" Blair asked tersely, his eyes narrowed, fists clenched. Whitlea stood at his side, a defiant blaze in her eyes. N merely sighed and raised his hands in nonchalance.
"What, I live here. Can I not come and go as I please? But since you asked so nicely~ I'm here on an errand for Professor Juniper. Tepig." At that moment, his Tepig appeared, its smile nothing like his owner's. He crossed his arms over his white jacket-covered chest, and arched an eyebrow.
"That's great, fantastic," Whitlea snipped sarcastically. She took Blair's hand and began dragging him away. "We're leaving, goodbye."
As the couple walked away, N only smirked - but the action didn't reach his eyes. His eyes seemed dead serious. "Hey, Whitlea! When you get bored of that guy, you can be sure I'll be here to pick up the pieces." He gave the girl another smile and waved. Whitlea couldn't help but grit her teeth in pure indignation. The green-haired teen's laughter rang in the summertime air.
Blair was shaking, his fists trembling and Whitlea gave him a concerned stare. They were far away from the bench, and the festival, arriving in the outskirts of the festivity.
"Blair, are you okay?" Whitlea's usual cheerful tone was gone, replaced by worry. Blair shook his head, refusing to make eye-contact with the girl.
"How can I be okay when that…scum is here, Whitlea?"
"Oh…Blair," She said sadly, wrapping an arm around him, as the older teen shook with pure hatred for N, and for himself. Here he was, a sixteen year old, on the point of breaking over his girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. That deserved an award somewhere.
"…forget it. Let's go home." Blair finally said, and Whitlea nodded. The hat wearing teens joined hands and walked away from the event, on their way to the subway. Their partner Pokémon walked behind them, identical anxious looks on their features. Whitlea's Snivy stared at Blair's Oshawott, and then at its owner. The entire air seemed to change, as the sun's rays got covered by a passing cloud.
Perfect, just perfect. Blair cursed the upper-being that governed the world. The brunet must've done something ridiculously bad in his past life for karma to bite back in the worse way possible.
"Back to Castelia City central, please." Whitlea's request broke Blair from his haze and he realized that they had arrived at the subway station. The girl took the boy's pass from his jacket earlier and was sliding the cards into the machine that blocked their path. They walked through the gate and took a seat at an empty bench, waiting for the train back home.
The subway station was originally gray, but over the years the wall had accumulated with graffiti from various cults that lurked in Castelia City's alleys and underground scene. However, not any group could come and spread their propaganda on the walls of the city's biggest station. This area was sacred for the Zekrom and Reshiram cults. On the walls, the two great dragons mingled in war, as trainers from faraway lands attempted to stop their battle.
Blair always thought that the artwork was important to Unova's history. Even if the cult were vandalizing public property, the authorities did nothing to stop them. They accepted the fact that long ago, the two great beasts had once ruled the land.
But nowadays, no one really cared anymore. The hat-wearing boy sighed, and placed his head on his hands, and sighed.
Whitlea smiled slightly at the angst-ridden brunet. "You remind me of your cousin, Red."
Blair cracked a smile and slowly looked at the girl. "I'm acting like him more and more. No wonder you always joke about us being twins separated at birth."
She took the boy's hand and sighed. "I hate when you're like this. You get in such a bad mood whenever he's mentioned. So, we're going to take your original route. Ignore him and forget about him. That's it." The girl spoke with such confidence that Blair couldn't help but smile.
"Fine, we'll go with my plan of action. Does this mean I don't get to punch him?" At this, Whitlea smacked the teen on the head, as he groaned.
"Ow, that hurt, Whitlea!" He whined, rubbing the forming bruise.
Whitlea crossed her arms and stood up, the subway lights filling the dreary room. "Don't get cocky. Anyways, the train's here."
Blair scoffed and picked up his Oshawott and Whitlea's Snivy quickly slithered onto the girl's back. The couple walked into the train and scanned the area for a good seat.
"Hey, let's sit over there." Blair pointed at an empty leather bench and Whitlea nodded.
They made their way towards the seat, sidestepping other passengers, and making sure to apologize if they ran into somebody. Finally, they arrived and sat down, letting their Pokémon sit on their laps.
Neither boy nor girl attempted to make conversation, each was lost in their own thoughts. Their Pokémon did make conversation, their chatter causing other passengers to smile at their behavior.
'I can't believe he's back…ugh. He probably came back just to spite me.' Whitlea's thoughts were focused on the pony-tailed teen, and that disappointed her more than annoyed her. It was ridiculous. Hadn't she said she would forget about him at all costs?
Well, you could forget a ghost, but never a legend. He had come back and thus, broken any attempt to forget him.
Well, for now, she could make a list of things she didn't like about him.
'Well, I don't like the way he talks. It's hard to dissect. He acts like he's in a Jane Austen novel.'Pleased that she could find a good reason, she continued making her list. 'His eyes…' Whitlea pursed her lips and sighed. What was something bad about those abnormally colored eyes? 'They're hypnotizing!'
While Whitlea attempted to continue her list, Blair's mind was wandering off. He didn't want to feel so…insignificant anymore. He felt useless and it hurt. The way N could step all-over him.
But that was stopping today. It was summer. He couldn't sit around and angst all day. That would be Red's job. Maybe he could convince his cousin to come over to Unova for a couple of weeks. Whenever the eighteen year old came to Unova, they had fun. After all, Whitlea loved teasing his silent demeanor, and they'd have contests to see how much he spoke. All in good fun, because then Red would probably push one of them into the nearest lake. Or ocean depending on where they were hanging out.
"Hmm?" Blair's thoughts were put on hold as his Pokégear began ringing. This caught the attention of the other passengers, whose eyes flickered towards the boy. Blair ignored them and flipped the device open, only to see…
"Oh, it's only you, Cheren." On the other side of the screen, a scrawny teenager with black-rimmed glasses scoffed. He had black hair, unlike the brunet, wore a v-neck shirt with a blue and white jacket over it. Cheren was lounging on a rolling chair, tucked into a desk with the computer on, blinking. Another instant message.
"Only me? Jeez Blair. You haven't called all summer and you're annoyed at me?" Cheren quickly answered the IM, setting the Pokégear on the desk, still allowing Blair to be able to see him.
"Hey, you're the one that was off on that sabbatical or whatever it's called."
Whitlea turned towards Blair and peered into the screen, squealing when she saw Cheren.
"Cheren! Where's my favorite nerd?" She greeted happily. Cheren flinched and took his glasses off, wiped them, and put them back on.
"If it isn't Whitlea! Why haven't you called, too busy making out with Blair?"
Whitlea gaped at the screen and blushed, turning away, hiding her face with her hair. "Stop being so mean Cheren."
"…wait, so does that mean…" Cheren immediately got off his chair and ran off towards the door, shutting it, and returned to the chair. All Blair saw was empty space, obviously, until the other teen appeared on the screen again.
"Does that mean you finally asked her out? And you didn't tell me?" Cheren whispered, his eyes looking around shiftily. "Don't you realize what kind of hissy fit Bianca's going to throw?"
At the mention of Bianca, Whitlea gasped. "Oh my…" She mumbled, fetching her purse from under the seat, looking for her Pokégear. As she dialed the girl's number, Blair went to his phone call.
"She's going to kill us," Blair groaned, while face palming.
Cheren smirked at this. "Poor Blair. Oh well. It's your fault for not telling us. Hey, I'll be at your house later, I'll see if I can bring Bianca. Is Whitlea calling her right now?"
Blair nodded and gave his other best friend a lopsided grin. "All right, I'll see you later dude."
Cheren waved and the screen went black. The brunet gave Whitlea a fleeting look and Whitlea held up her index finger.
"Hold on, it's dialing." Whitlea bit her lower lip and prayed that Bianca wouldn't answer her phone…
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" The heart-shaped face of Bianca was red with anger, her green eyes narrowed, and even her usual beret was sloppier than usual. Her blonde hair was out of its usual pigtails, Bianca had instead let it down.
Whitlea cringed at the blonde's scream and sighed. "Hi to you too, Bianca. Did you enjoy band camp?"
"BAND CAMP! WHENEVER I GO THERE SOMETHING INTERESTING HAPPENS HERE!" Bianca screeched and Whitlea pulled away from the cellular device.
"At least you got to…erm, master your clarinet…" Whitlea mumbled and Bianca merely shook her head.
"Why didn't you call me when Blair asked you out?" Bianca whined, pouting childishly.
"First of all, how'd you find out?" Whitlea asked, scared at the actual answer. Bianca was like a toddler sometimes, she threw tantrums, but she was a sweet and caring friend. Even during her screaming episodes…
"I was chatting with Cheren about…five minutes ago. He broke the news to me." Bianca said, while furrowing her eyebrows, taking on her 'confused' look.
"Oh, I see. Well, as I said, Bianca, you were at band camp. I didn't want to disturb the learning experience…heh." Whitlea threw on a fake smile and Bianca narrowed her eyes once more.
Crap. "Well, you should've texted me or something! There's a reason we all went to the mall at the seven in the morning for those texting apps!"
"All right, all right. You win. Come on over later, we'll explain everything."
Bianca, satisfied with Whitlea's answer finally grinned. "Good, I'll see you later~!"
Whitlea clicked the 'end' button and slumped on the chair, her head falling onto Blair's shoulder.
"So, dear boyfriend of mine, we have a lot of explaining to do, huh?" Whitlea smirked as Blair blushed slightly. She had finally admitted the 'b' word.
"All right, fantastic yet crazy girlfriend." Blair teased the girl as memories of N's encounter were pushed away for another day. The bell that announced the arrival to their stop chimed and the best friends got up, their Pokémon on their backs.
Except Snivy, he had wrapped himself around Whitlea's neck. They got off the subway, and ran out of the station, full speed home. Whitlea mentally cursed her long hair and dress, but ran anyways, not willing to let Blair win her in their race.
They passed by Professor Juniper's lab, Castelia City Park, the ice cream shop, the market, their laughter ringing in the summer air. Strangers stopped and giggled at the teenagers, wistfully reminiscing in their own childhoods, as Whitlea cheered.
"I win~!" She flashed a peace sign and Blair sighed.
"All right you win." He admitted, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Blair, are you home?"
The two teens turned to see Blair's mother-and Whitlea's mom, they joked- with her brunette hair in a tight bun. She wore casual clothes, slacks and a blouse.
"Oh, there you are. Blair, I just cleaned your room and you have books all over the place! Want to explain?" She asked, placing one hand on her hip and the other was in her pocket.
Blair sighed and gave his mother a smile. Whitlea smiled, looking down at her feet. Blair would never admit it, but he was a lot like his mom. They both had that smile that appeared rarely, and their facial structure was almost alike. Their eyes were the same chocolate brown.
"All right mom, I'll do it later. Can Bianca and Cheren come over later?" Blair asked, tilting his head slightly.
The woman laughed and gave her son a smile. "Of course, dear. You don't need to ask, anyways. You usually bring them home no matter what. Will they be staying for dinner?"
"Probably." Blair and Whitlea answered, much to the older brunette's amusement.
"All right, I'm going to the market then. I better not come back to a destroyed house, all right?" After Blair and Whitlea nodded, the woman went inside her home and came back outside with her purse. She waved goodbye and walked off to her destination.
"Come on in, then." Blair opened the door and led Whitlea in, which allowed the girl to see the living room that she knew so well. The sofas were in mint condition, the windows were wide open, sunshine streaming in. The kitchen was squeaky clean; stainless steel was the preferred metal of Blair's mother. They ran up the stairs and into Blair's room, and Whitlea began to laugh as she saw the large stack of books in a corner of Blair's blue room.
"You've been procrastinating, Blair!" She picked a book up at random and threw it back in the pile just as fast. "These are the days I'm glad I'm my parent's kid."
Blair rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, because a teacher's kid doesn't have to do all this crap." Whitlea took a seat on Blair's window seat. The window it belonged to looked over most of Castelia City's central square, and it was a view that Blair coveted. He sat down next to her, and they locked eyes.
"These are the days I'm going to miss, Blair." Whitlea's voice turned light, and Blair hung his head.
"Yeah." The girl lifted her legs up and tucked them close to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "Can you believe we're leaving in the fall?"
"Sometimes I don't want to leave on a journey." The brunette commented, and Blair let a slight smile crawl onto his face. She looked so delicate, in her dress. Her brunette waves were so long; sometimes he simply wanted to run his hand through all that hair.
"Well, we have to. It's what a trainer does."
"…mmm. I know it's what a trainer does. And we both want to become champions, so that means we would have to battle eventually."
Blair cupped the girl's face and lifted her head up, so that she was looking at him. "But right now, we don't have to. We're not Pokémon Trainers yet. We're simply Blair," He pointed at himself, "and Whitlea."
Then Blair kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her, nipping at his lower lip. Their lips were locked in an intimate dance, a precious moment that no one would be able to steal from them.
Well, no one except the snickers of Bianca and Cheren, who let out a whistle.
"Arceus, please excuse us, if clothing is to be removed, we're leaving!" Cheren smirked as Whitlea and Blair broke away from each other, each of them red in the face.
"Oh my Arceus, Cheren, I'm going to kill you!" Whitlea raged, as she chased after the resident nerd of Unova. Bianca waggled her eyebrows at Blair, who moaned in distress. Their perfect moment had been printed onto a paper, shredded, and then thrown all over them. Not really, but when in doubt, imagery usually helps.
"Agh! How long where you guys standing there?" Blair hoped that they had just walked in, that they hadn't seen the entire thing…
"We arrived about ten minutes ago, Cheren wanted something to eat so we raided your fridge, then got up here, right at the moment Whitlea looked like she wanted to move things somewhere else, if you know what I mean~" She winked and Blair made a note to kill the maniac pixie girl in her sleep.
"OH OUCH!" From downstairs, Cheren's screams of agony were heard and Bianca winced. Blair, despite himself, smirked and the duo ran downstairs, in order to inspect the damage.
Cheren was on the floor, with Whitlea's foot on his back. "Whitlea get your foot off my back! It hurts. That stupid heel."
"Not until you apologize." Whitlea seethed.
"I'M SO FREAKING SORRY, I WILL NEVER INTRUDE AGAIN!" Cheren cried and Whitlea got her heeled shoe off of the glasses wearing teen. Cheren shakily got up and Bianca grabbed his wrist.
"You okay, Cheren?" She asked, tilting her head. Cheren nodded.
"Perfectly fine, Bianca." He flashed a grin and turned towards the couple. "Arceus, I'm never going to come over before calling. So, explanation first! Then ice cream!"
Whitlea's left blue eye twitched slightly. "What's with you and ice cream?"
Cheren shrugged. "It's a delicious confection. We should indulge in it more often." He pushed his glasses back up, a habit of his.
"Fine." They all walked towards Blair's living room and crashed on their respective couches. Cheren would take the loveseat, no matter what. Bianca sat down next to Cheren; her feet were restless, causing her left ankle to jingle, due to her favorite bell anklet. Whitlea sat down on Blair's old recliner, curled up like a cat. Blair sat on the large sofa, one leg balanced over the other.
"All right, we're going to ask questions in an orderly fashioned please-"
"When did you ask her out?"
"Have you guys finally told other people?"
"Whitlea, what were you wearing when he asked you out?"
"Was it before summer started or a couple weeks after it started?"
"Will you guys still be a couple when you go your journey?"
"When was your first date? Was it super romantic?"
"Bianca, what kind of question is that?"
"So you can get some pointers!"
Blair and Whitlea sweat dropped as Cheren and Bianca fired questions at the speed of light.
"Guys, calm down! I'll answer what I can." Whitlea said. "Blair asked me out on the day you left for band camp, Bianca. You guys are the only ones we've told. I was wearing what I was usually wearing!"
Blair sighed. "We hope to still be together. Unless our crappy luck has something to say about it."
"Our first date was a trip to the movies. We watched 'Dear Steven'." Whitlea smiled at the memory of Blair's break-down moment. Blair, if he had been drinking something, would've spit it out.
"That was an Arceus-awful movie."
"Aww, that's so cute! Cheren, you should take me to see a Wallace Spark movie!"
Cheren gagged and shot Whitlea a death-glare a la Cheren. "I don't think so Bianca. We're not even dating."
"And~ it's great practice for when you finally get a girlfriend!" Bianca squealed, an obvious fan of the Wallace Sparks franchise.
The male teens only sighed.
"So, let's go and um…get some ice cream?" Blair suggested, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Cheren immediately got up.
"Come on people, ICE CREAM TIME!" The four teens ran out the front door, towards their favorite ice cream parlor.
While they ate their ice cream, N walked down the streets of Castelia, his Tepig at his side.
"So, let's see. I already delivered that package to Juniper." He stopped mid-walk and picked his hat up, to run his fingers through his hair. "What else should we do…hmm." The green-haired teen shrugged and kept walking, musing about his future. After all, a model-worthy teen like him couldn't stay single for long. Maybe he should find a girl.
But there was only one he wanted. His gray eyes slowly moved towards the ice cream parlor he was walking by, and spotted the brunette girl, eating ice cream and laughing with her friends.
N smirked and gave his Tepig a fleeting glance. "Let's go home, we have planning to do."
Teen and Pokémon ran off.