Disclaimer: I like sweets. Just saying, I also own the plot and the art for this fanfic, nothing else...
"You don't suppose Rakutsu would mind coming over for dinner would he?" Faitsu's mother had asked once she entered her home. Faitsu huffed and tossed her bag onto her living room couch. "Probably not" she grumbled. Her mother nodded happily and turned to cook their dinner in their small kitchen.
White, who was sitting on the couch folded their clothes diligently. "Welcome home Faitsu" she said, stopping her work to greet the tired girl. "What took you so long?" She asked getting up to grab Faitsu's bag from the couch. Faitsu groaned and went to get it herself.
"My teacher called me...to talk.." Faitsu said as she held on to her bag, White raised an eyebrow and told Faitsu to put it away like a good girl should, causing the girl to stick her tongue out at the elder girl, who only smirked in response. "So, which teacher called you in on your first day?" White said sitting back down to finish her work that was suposed to be done by Faitsu and her mother, but both were busy too busy to bother with the ordinary chore of clothe folding. Faitsu pursed her lips and turned to her mother. "Mr. Colress" she said.
Her mother stopped chopping the vegetables and turned to look at Faitsu with wide eyes. White, who did not know what was going on tilted her head in confusion. "Who's that? I've never heard of the guy? New teacher?" She asked, Faitsu nodded slowly taking in her mother's response more than anything. "Huh, is that so?" White mumbled, slowly feeling left out. Her tepig snored on the floor beside the bundles of folded clothes.
Foongy hopped over to Faitsu's mother and helped her with chopping the vegetables, Faitsu had to question how later. And why.
After a short silence, something chimed, causing all three women to snap out of their silence and look for the source of the sound, soon turing out to be White's ringtone. The girl got up and ran outside, saying that it will only take awhile to finish the call. Once she was out, Faitsu turned to her mother, who still seemed to be in shock.
"Mom.." Faitsu whispered walking over to hold her hands. Her mother shook her head softly" He... he didn't hurt you... did he?" She asked softly, Faitsu nodded. "Then... that's fine..As long as he doesn't... cause any trouble." She muttered. Then looked up to stare Faitsu in the eye "Right?" She asked putting a timid hand onto her daughter's cheek, Faitsu nodded again. Her mother took a deep breath, and went back to her cooking, thanking the Foongus for his help in the process.
Faitsu sighed softly, silently hoping that they could live a peaceful life with everything they've been through. She still hoped that her father were here sometimes, because she could really need reassurance from someone other than herself.
White came in soon after with a pout, her Tepig slowly awoke from it's sleep. "Is something wrong?" Faitsu asked. White looked up and nodded. "Black's appetite has been getting waaay out of hand these few days" she said, making hand gestures at 'waaay'.
Faitsu giggled at her speech, causing White to frown af her. "What's so funny!?" She asked angrily, Faitsu stopped and gave her a smirk. "So cute." She said , going back to her giggling soon after. White gasped at her and immediately reached for a pillow on the couch, which didn't go unnoticed by Faitsu who took another pillow as her sheild.
Faitsu's mother stood near the stove, smiling at the scene before her, it was like she had another daughter of her own already! But that was not suposed to be her main focus for now. Now, she had to find him.
She had to find Colress.
Yellow was a sweet girl, with looks of what Blue would like to call an angel, pokémon would literally flock to the girl as if she were thier mother. She really couldn't blame them, she had powers after all, powers that she could never tell anyone. Unless you were once a resident of Viridian city, her old hometown.
Her powers sometimes enabled her to heal and to talk to pokémon, which in her opinion was a wonderous gift. Although her old friend Lance would love to disagree, saying these powers, if used wrongly could bring upon catastrophy, one upon epic measures. Although Yellow was an optimistic girl, she still didn't bother with her friend's taunting and horrendes teachings. Not that Lance was a horrible person, it would seem that he grew up weirdly... or differently as one would put.
Yellow huffed silently, never seeming to get her drawing perfect, she had erased and redrew it multiple times, but she never could get the two pikachu on the page to look the way she wanted it to look. With a final grumble she tossed her pencil away in silent anger, then got up to get a drink. While on the way to the kitchen, she heard the doorbell ring, with a confused look, she gave her pikachu a look, which was only mirrored back at her.
Yellow shook her head at her pikachu and walked to the door, hoping that it was maybe Blue or Green, even better, Red. Not that she fancied him or anything.. he just seemed nicer than anyone else she had met. Just saying. As she opened the door softly and took a peek outside, there stood a teen with long red hair, all down to his shoulders. Immediately reconizing the teen, Yellow pulled the door open to let him in, startling the poor teen in the proces.
"Silver! Oh, it's been too long! Please do come in!" She beckoned. The teen chuckled and walked into the apartment. Yellow quickly led him to the couch and went off to fetch some tea.
"Sorry to come at such a late notice Yellow, but is my sister in by any chance?" Silver asked, eyes wandering over to the girl preparing tea. She shook her head and grabbed a tray. "Sorry, but she just went out. I think she won't be back untill much later.." she answered.
Silver shook his head. "No, that's alright. I'll just write a message down for her" at this he grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket. Then he paused. "Uhh... sorry to ask but.. doyou have any pens or pencils that I could borrow?" . Yellow nodded and grabbed her pencil from her drawing session awhile ago. He thanked her and started his message.
"What are you going to write for her?" Yellow asked staring at his neat handwritting. He shrugged and finished the letter with his signature at the bottom. "Something I found out awhile ago..". He then folded the paper twice and handed it to her. "Sorry again for barging in, but I'm afraid that I must leave soon. Oh but I will finish the tea if you don't mind. Oh and please pass this to my sister." Yellow nodded and took the piece of paper from him. Silver finished the tea in one big gulp and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"Thank you for your kind service as always Yellow. Ahh.. I also have another favor to ask." Silver said , then pointed to the paper he passed to her. Yellow nodded. "Sure! Anything for a friend"
"Thank you... could you.. please not read what I've written to her in there? Please?"
"Ahh.. if that's what you want, than sure!" Yellow said with a confused smile. Silver bowed in appreciation and soon left the apartment. Yellow stared at the little folded piece of paper in her hands, Chuchu was perched on her shoulder sniffing the paper in bewilderment. "Welp" Yellow piped up after her awkward silence. " I have to go clean the house now!" She yelled to ho one in particular. Ch
uchu gave her a look Yellow stared back.
"Yes I'm curious and no I will not open it geez."
Rakutsu stared at the man he presumed was his colleague lying on his table. He cleared his throat. "Oh how the great have fallen" He said with a dramatic sigh. His Dewott snorted. "Dear, dear Looker. I can't express to you on how much I would miss you, your weird gadgets, your unfailing epicness and your bravery, how would headquarters ever survive without you?. Yes, now that you are gone. Who will care for your Croagu-"
Looker lifted his head to glare at the boy, making sure that it had the 'adult look' that kids could never do. Well he failed. But it stopped the boy so bonus points for that.
"I see you're back from 'learning'" he said mockingly. Rakutsu chuckled. "Quite yes, now what are you doing on my table?" He asked. Looker looked genuinly confused, then realization seemed to stike him somewhere and he fumbled off the table. His Croagunk snickered from where it sat.
"Sorry, tiring day" he said. Rakutsu rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no one asked you to warn me on my teacher when I could just try to look it up in my files"
At that Looker had a hurt look on his face, but then he arranged it into a serious expression once again. "No, not that. Stop hurting my feelings boy " he said. Rakutsu gave a genuine laugh and sat on his chair.
"Wow, look at me today, I'm a riot!" He said to noone. His Dewott shrugged at him. Rakutsu swirled his chair and looked at Looker again. "So, what's up? It's rare for headquarters to suddenly give you a second task." He asked. Looker glared at the boy again and huffed angrily.
"I wonder if you ever bother to recheck your words and make sure that nothing lethal is in there. But alas. No. You are an evil little boy." He said angrily. Rakutsu shrugged. "Forgive me. I am but. A teenage boy!" He said. "Now answer Looker, geez. Headquarters normally assignes you one job and never two at once."
Looker groaned and sat on the couch in their office. "It's team Rocket... " he muttered. Rakutsu raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't their boss gone or something?" He said, then thought about it. "He even left a note for the police. A note. And it even specifically stated 'I'm leaving team Rocket. No, I'm not lying' with his signature. Dear Arceus his signature Looker."
"I know! I was there! But Team Rocket must have reformed somehow! I mean, geez I was forced to look for them!" Looker yelled his complaint, and Rakutsu was tempted to record and send it to headquarters but decided against it. "How'd headquarters even find out the reformed in the first place?" He asked, Looker sniffled a bit. "A boy by around college age came in uninvited one day and stated that Team Rocket was back or something. Said to look out."
"A boy? And you just listened to him?" Rakutsu said, raising an eyebrow. Looker shook his head. "Not just any boy it would seem, heard from someone that it was Giovanni's only son". Rakutsu's eyes widened in surprise. Looker nodded. " he was in our data files of Team Rocket too, so we figured the kid was tellin' the truth."
"But... if that's the case, shouldn't headquarters question him on where his father is? We know who the son is and all.."
"If that were so, then everything would be easier huh?"
"Don't tell me.."
"The kid doesn' t know where his dad is..."
Rakutsu huffed like a child who lost his toy in anger. "First Team Plasma now this. What's next? A new organization!?" He yelled arms raised in the air. Looker looked apologetic as he muttered his next few words.
"Actually..."
"What the, who are you?" A girl said angrily. She tightened her hold on the doorknob as she attempted to scare away the man standing infront of her house door. The man however did not seem phased one bit.
"Pleased to meet you miss Na Gabena. I am but a member of Team Flare" The man said, voice filled with questionable passion. The girl frowned. "Y, not Miss Na Gabena, that's my mom, and Team what?" She said angrily, still hoping to scare the man off. It didn't work.
"apologies, Miss, Y. It is Team Flare. An organization hoping to search for true beauty!" The man replied. "Isn't that nice? Well look here sir. I'm also hoping for beauty too you see, so it's important that I not get angry and you know, get wrinkles, so it would be very nice if you would I dunno. Butt off" she grumbled to him. Y then attempted to slam the door in the man's face to emphasize her anger but was immediately stopped by him.
"Look miss, I don't think you know who you're messing with and I suggest you best let me just meet with your mother." He said in a dangerous tone. Y frowned and took a step back. "Are... are you threatening me?" She said, trying her very best to recollect her courage. The man smirked, and took a step into the house. "And If I was, would you finally stop acting like a little priss and let me meet. With. Your. Mother" he emphasized the last words greatly, causing Y to flinch. "Wha... why would you.." she attempted to say something as she stepped a few feet back. "I'm tired of playing games, and unfortunately have been forced to deal with children all day long so I suggest-"
"-That you leave" a voice said from behind. Y turned to find her mother graring daggers at the man, her hands ever present on her hips.Y , happy to see her mother, quickly ran over to her side and put her tongue out at the man. A childish yet efficient way of saying 'get away'. Her mother shooed the man out of their house and threatened to call the cops if the man ever came back, which he replied angrily, "You will regret this miss Na Gabena! You all will!" Which was turned to deaf ears as Y's mother slammed the door mid -speech. Once quiet she turned to her daughter.
"Are you alright dear? Did he do anything weird?" She asked softly. Y pouted at her and shook her head. "No... it was... sorta my fault for pissing the guy off anyway.." she muttered. Her mother slightly shook her head. "No dear, you were right to be mad at him... he.. that organization has been pining on me ever since they started their odd group.."
"Why?" Y asked, a simply yet complicated question. Her mother frowned. She couldnt find the answer to that one syllable question. "I... I'm not very sure myself.." she said with a scrunched brow. In an effort to lift the sullen mood that suddenly befell upon them Y gave a cheery smile, "Well whatever it is we'll just beat them up!" She said cheerfully, then looked her mother in the eye as an attempt to spread the cheer to her "Right maman?!" She said enthusiastically.
Her mother nodded, then softly patted her daughther's cheek "That's the spirit dear! We're invincibke together right!?" She answered. Y nodded " Yeah!"
"Is.. dinner ready yet?" A voice said from above. Y and her mother turned to look at the boy standing at the top of their home staircase. "Yes dear, in a while" Y's mother replied. The boy, as per usual to his routine in this house thanked her " Thank you as always, Mrs. Grace". Y's mother gave him a haughty laugh, "It's nothing X, I was told to take care of you and I am, no need for the constant thanks." She said soon after.
The boy bowed and chose to slowly walk down the stairs to sit at the dining table, Y happily joined him in his wait. As she sat down, X immediately locked eyes with her. "What?" She asked. She knew, that everytime he locked eyes with her, he wanted something. It has always been like that since they were children and he'd ask things from her, he was every bit as talkative as her back then, so she would immediately know what he wanted when they were kids. But lately, due to a small trauma that happened once when they were children, the boy had slowly shut himself away from the world, and lately, she could rarely understand what he wanted as well.
"I heard angry voices" he said. And she immediatly knew what he was about to say then. "Uhh, weird salesman. Um, wanted to sell something we didn't need. Maman chased him out" She quickly replied. X frowned. "Don't lie, I've known you for eleven years, When you lie, your hands start fumbling for something to do.
Y frowned ,was she really that easy to read? To him especially? X leaned closer to her. " Now spill" he said, tone getting a tad angry. Y huffed like she always did when she felt pressured. "Look, some weird guy, don't know who, said he was from team Flar? Flame? I dunno wanted to see maman and for some reason ,he threatened me... well not really, he had nothing dangerous out I think so I guess angrily told me that he wanted to see maman, so I uh.. calmly-" he cut her off with a soft slap on her shoulder. "Ok, angrily told him off, and he got mad at me and even stepped into the house, I mean! Who does that!? Then tells me in this weird tone that he really needs to find maman, the maman came in the scene and chased the madman away, uh beautifully!" She finished with umph. X smiled softly at her and pet her head "Good girl" he said soothingly. Y narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm no pokémon X" . To which he answerd with a laugh.
"Alright! Dinner's ready kids! "Grace said form the kitchen. X slowly made his way over and stopped when he felt a tug on his sleeve. He turned to Y giving him a sad look. "We'll be fine... right?" She asked. X nodded quickly to assure her. She always worried about the smallest things. And she's afraid to get wrinkles she said. Y smiled. "Yeah, sorry, needed to reassure myself".
Grace popped out from the kitchen with a dishcloth in her hand. "Well? The pasta's not going to get itself". X sighed. "Yeah".
No comment? And wow. Look at that, even team Rocket's there.
-X (No, not that X. I'm a girl)