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Characters: Agatha of the Elite Four X Prof. Oak. What? I could totally see this couple happening.

Summary: Love isn't just for the young, you know. Because eventually, even the young grow up.

First Kiss

"We shared our first kiss in this graveyard. Do you remember? Well, in case you don't, I'll remember it for the both of us.

"It was right over there, behind that stone angel. I took you out here in the dead of night because we were arguing about the existence of ghosts. You said that they were real. I said that they weren't. Nevertheless, when a noctowl hooted you clung onto me. Of course, when I asked if you were scared you punched me in the shoulder and bit out a nasty reply to make up for your moment of weakness. I always admired that about you, you know- your ability to be wisecracking even when you were afraid.

"Still, I was- am- your best friend. I knew you were frightened, even if you refused to admit it. So I stopped your comments with a kiss; I didn't even think about it, really. It was just that you were there, and the moonlight made you look especially beautiful, and I wanted to make you feel safe…Oh, yes, I can tell you're rolling your eyes at my rambles, but no matter how much of a cynic you are you know I'm telling the truth. And you know what? Even if you did slap me, I was glad that I did it. Even if I went through bouts of depressing when you left to travel a year later, because every time my mind wandered it wandered back to you, I was glad. Even if I spent my whole life wondering about the what-ifs: what if you stayed, what if I went after you and excreta. Even after everything, I was glad."

"Gramps, are you done yet?" Green hollered from the other side of the cemetery.

"I have to go now, but here- it's to make up for the flowers I never gave you." The old man dropped the bouquet onto the grave in front of them, leaning to press his lips against the already-fading name on the tombstone. "I'll see you soon, Agatha. And you know what?

"Even now, I still don't regret that kiss."