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NEW POKEMON GAME ANNOUNCED! 'POKEMON X NOBUNAGA'S AMBITION' FOR NINTENDO DS! IT'S AN RPG GAME!
….Now excuse me while I go cry my eyes out about no R/ S / E remake (yet).
Characters: Hikari X Jun, as requested.
Summary: Writer's block has struck, and has struck hard. It struck with a crowbar. Which connected with my head. While I was sleeping.
…Urg.
Goodnight
Jun is five when Hikari comes to town, and she is four and a half. Her hair is so long that she's practically tripping on her plaits, and wide eyes peer from behind her mother's skirt, which she clutches with both hands.
"Jun-bun, go say hi," coos his mother, smiling down at him.
"No," he answers; partly because he hates it when his mother calls him that, and partly because a future champion shouldn't have to go introduce himself to a girl.
She laughs and ruffles his hair, but allows him to skulk inside anyways.
Day bleeds to evening, and dinner passes as it always does: with time creeping on its stomach, with nothing to break up the monotony. He ends up in his room, hands pressed against the window as he lounges on his windowseat and sulks about the fact that he isn't allowed to play outside after dinner.
Hikari's house is a stone's throw away, and her window is directly across from his. As he watches, the pale blue curtains twitch back to reveal her curious face. He frowns when she holds up a finger for him to wait (because she should know that a future champion can't do something as boring as wait) and disappears.
But he does wait. Impatiently, with his fingers tapping out a bored beat onto the windowpane, he waits.
Then she reappears. Holding a poster-sized sheet of paper, he sees her scrawl something in Sharpie onto it. Then she presses it against her window, the ink smudging ever-so-slightly against the glass.
Hello.
And he finds himself taking the time to write out a reply, despite how strongly it goes against his nature.
Hi.
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"Why don't you talk?" he asks, bouncy ball in hand as he scowls at the quiet girl with the long hair and sloe eyes.
She points to her mouth, and smiles apologetically.
His scowl deepens. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Her lips frame words, but nothing comes out. Then, all at once, he understands.
"Can you not… talk?" asks Jun, wide-eyed.
She shakes her head, plaits flying.
"Wow." He blinks once, twice. "Well… that sucks. You must be boring if you can't talk."
She crinkles up her nose, and swats the ball out of his hands in reply.
"Hey!" he exclaims. "What was that for?"
Sticking out her tongue, she snatches the ball and darts away.
"Get back here!" he yells, and gives chase.
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Jun is twelve by the time they become best friends, and Hikari is eleven and a half. They wake up and peer out their windows to find the words Good Morning propped up against the other's window, and identical grins spread across their faces.
Lake Verity? writes Hikari, her hair still mussed from sleep. Jun kneels on the windowseat opposite her, and scribbles a reply.
Sandgem, he disagrees.
You're just afraid I'll beat you, she taunts.
I'm better at diving and you know it.
Oh, yeah? Prove it.
So he does. They go out to Lake Verity, like every Sunday, and jump and dive and dunk each other until the sun goes down.
They trek back hand-in-hand, sopping wet. The volume of his laughter makes up for the soundlessness of hers, and even though she can't speak, that doesn't mean that he can't understand what she's saying.
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"Okay! You can uncover your eyes now!" says Jun, and Hikari unties the blindfold, allowing it to slip down around her neck. They are at Lake Verity, the night casting a dark shroud over the scenery.
She turns to him questioningly, but he holds up a finger in one of their most-used gestures. "Just wait," he tells her, seeming as if he was about to bubble over from excitement.
As if on cue, the first of the summer perseids flashes across the sky. Jun lets out a whoop as more follow, the bright lights streaking across the sky like fireworks.
He looks down when he feels a tug on his jacket sleeve. She's staring up at him with quizzical dark eyes, her lips open in an O of wonderment.
"Your eyes always light up whenever the teacher talks about meteor showers," he says in answer to her unspoken question. Then he grins. "Make a wish, Kari!"
She does, and watches the stars reflected in his eyes.
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Jun is seventeen when they leave for their journey, and Hikari is sixteen and a half. They travel across the vast land of Sinnoh, at times apart, at times together.
Even when they aren't together, everyone seems to know that they're two halves of a whole- they seem to know that he's her voice, and that she's his words.
No one mentions anything.
They simply watch as the quiet girl and the rambunctious boy conquer the region by the time they're both twenty.
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She finds him sleeping by the water of Lake Verity, a pillow of grass underneath his blonde head. And she imagines, as she gives a soft smile, that she can still see the stars underneath those dreaming eyelids of his.
Bending down, she presses her lips against his cheek, and leaves a folded message upon his chest.
Goodnight, Jun.