Hey, sorry for the late update. Had to cope with exams so…Credits to inklaced for helping me write this one, because I couldn't get them into character. So idea from me, but inklaced wrote it. Bleh. Please fav or review if this is worth your attention \(^0^)/
Prologue:
She walks along the road, eyes focused on her PokeDex. 'Twenty degrees north, five minutes... and here we are!' As expected, Goldenrod Dept. looms over her, packed with crowds of people going to do their shopping. 'Perfect... now to call our dear Gold over here...'
"Hello? Gold- or should I say, Green lookalike? I want you to go to..."
Gold's POV:
Why would Blue want me here? Must be something none too innocent, though. Ah well, at least there aren't any DexHolders-
"THIS DRESS IS THE BEST!" a familiar voice sounds. Oh wait...
"Stop making a scene, Sapphire! Obviously, THIS DRESS IS BETTER! YOU HAVE NO FASHION SENSE WHATSOEVER! " A certain hat-wearing coordinator yells at a certain fang-toothed battle maniac, a crowd starting to surround them. Oh, no, nononono... Not Wildchild Girl and Prissy Boy! Why?! Curse that Blue and her stupid blackmailing ways...
I lower my goggles and turn around, preparing to flee immediately, but it's too late. "Hey! Gold!" Slowly, I turn around, and heave a big sigh- but I don't, of course. I just grunt, Green-style.
"Gold! I'M RIGHT, RIGHT? THIS DRESS IS BETTER, AIN'T IT!"
"NONSENSE! THE COLOURS CLASH, THE CUT IS AWFUL AND THE SILHOUETTE IS JUST PLAIN HIDEOUS!"
"IS NOT!"
"IS TOO!"
"IS NOT, SISSY!"
"BARBARIAN! WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF HAUTE COUTURE!"
"ENOUGH TO TELL ME THAT THIS DRESS IS BETTER!"
"GOLD! YOU HAVE A BETTER SENSE OF FASHION, RIGHT? I'M OBVIOUSLY CORRECT!"
"GOLD-SENPAI! I'M RIGHT! DON'T LISTEN TO THE SISSY!"
I want to facepalm. Those two can bicker over virtually ANYTHING... So I walk away, because, hey, I'm getting a terrible headache listening to the two of them. But, secretly, I duck behind a clothesline to see who'll win the fight.
Sapphire's POV:
THAT STUPID-! But inwardly, I feel like crying. Why can't he just understand my feelings for once? I may be a 'barbarian' as he puts it, but I have emotions too!
Emotions he ignores! Oh, come on, we all know he remembers the Mirage Island incident!
"ANYWAY, I WON THE BET SO I GET TO BOSS YOU AROUND FOR TODAY! AND I SAY, YOU WILL TRY ON THIS DRESS!" Oh, damn, that's true...
"YOU- FINE!" I grab the stupid dress off him and storm to the dressing room. For once, I wonder how he picked something so ugly... usually, his taste is great (even if I'll never admit it to him). But this time, I just can't agree with him.
The dress he picked out is just... gross. A confection of bubblegum-pink, decorated with frills and ridiculous, polka-dotted bows. It looks like it was made by, and for, a bunch of colour-blind, bratty kids looking to be the next- I'm not gonna complete the sentence.
When I finish putting on the fussy outfit, I can't even look at myself in the mirror.
I can't stand it.
I look like a wedding cake! The hot tears that were threatening to overflow, spill out of my eyes unwittingly. "RUBY! I'M NOT WEARING THIS!"
"Sapphire? You... okay?" Concern is laced in his voice and it just makes me feel even worse.
"I- I'm fine! But I, I'm not wearing this!" Hopefully he won't press the issue...
Ruby's POV:
She... definitely does not sound fine. I detect... Wait, is that a sniffle?! Oh, Groudon, no! She sounds exactly like that time when...
"Scary... so scary..." *sob, sob*
"It's okay, see! I beat the Salamence!"
"Scary..." *sniffle*
Oh no, this is bad. What should I do?
Thinking quickly, I throw the other dress in. It may not be as fashionable, but ah well...
"Ru-Ruby? I... changed into the other dress..." Oh, she sounds so vulnerable...
"Well, show me!" I am kind of curious, after all.
With a swish of taffeta, the curtain of the dressing room swings open, and I turn around impatiently...
Only to have my jaw hit the ground immediately. She looks... she looks...
The orange of the dress complements her tanned skin tone perfectly, emphasising her ocean-blue eyes. The bodice is just wonderful, swirling around and nipping in at her waist, exploding into a layered chiffon skirt that hangs gently off her hips. Although it lacks the usual sequins and sparkles I like to incorporate in my designs, the simplicity of the dress matches Sapphire's personality down to a T.
She looks stunning.
"Well... Do I look okay?" she asks hesitantly. I want to tell her she looks much, much more than okay, but my mouth is still disconnected. Angrily, she blushes. "Hey, i-if it's th-that terrible, I'll just go-"
Before she can turn back to change out, I stretch out my hand and grab her elbow. "Don't. You look... Absolutely amazing."
She turns, her eyes soft. "Really?" The naivety in her eyes is enough to make him melt.
"Of course! Now go change out, and let me buy you that."
Soon, I've checked out at the counter and we are good to go- except that our faces can both rival a tomato's. What was I thinking, complimenting her so blatantly like that?! She's going to kill me! Or grill me about a certain incident at a certain island that I totally can't remember...
"So... Ruby." Uh-oh, here it comes. "Did... did you really mean it when you said I looked nice?" See, she'll- oh, wait, what?
"Of course! I don't lie, do-" Uh...
She turns even redder, if that is possible, and steps up. Wait, what's she... Her face is too close...!
"Um, gotta go! See you soon!" And she runs off, leaving a cloud of dust behind her. I put a hand to my cheek, feeling dazed. Gah... did she just... I can still feel the lingering, tingling warmth of her lips.
A silly grin splits my face as I head off home.
Epilogue:
'Hohoho... Mission success!' She peeks her head out from the rack of discounted, off-season clothes, taking a few photos using her handheld camera. 'Now, the next target is...'
"Gold, or, rather, Green lookalike, head over to..."