A/N: Hey guys, time for another update! I can't say how grateful I am for all your reviews, follows and favorites! Thanks so much! Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Warning: This shipping/story may be considered gross or emotional disturbing. I completely agree. Read at your own risk.
I also don't intend to offend anyone, I only want to entertain.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or Bulbapedia.

IN LOVE

PrayShipping (AgathaxPhoebe)

Characters according to Bulbapedia

Phoebe (Japanese: フヨウ Fuyō) is a Master Ghost-type Trainer and member of the Hoenn Elite Four.

Agatha (Japanese: キクコ Kikuko) is a Master Ghost-type Trainer.

Story according to me plus interruptions by the characters

A girl with half long blond haired smiled lovingly at brown haired boy in front of her. His dark eyes stared into hers, and she squeezed his hand softly.

"I love you, Samuel," the girl whispered. And she meant it. She was sure he was the one for her.

"And I love you too," Samuel replied earnestly in his deep voice.

"Ugh, mushy – these people won't get anywhere in their life."

"Don't be so mean, Agatha, don't you think it's sweet that they love each other so much?"

"Love never lasts, girl, you'll know what I mean when you're as old as me."

"Agatha, why?" Samuel – now a young man – whispered.

"You know why – you changed, you became soft, weak, and I didn't," the young woman started off softly, but near the end, her voice became more bitter.

"Then this is goodbye, Agatha," he said softly.

"Farewell, Samuel Oak," she replied, her chin held high. She told herself that she didn't care about him anymore – he was a weakling, and a quitter – everything she wasn't.

"Oh my, Agatha, I never knew you've been in a relationship with Professor Oak. What a terrible breakup, I'm so sorry for you-"

"I never- I've never had a relationship with Oak! What is this for rubbish?"

"But- But I thought-"

"Don't think girl – act!"

Years passed, and Agatha became stronger, older, wiser and more bitter. She was now a strong Pokémon Trainer – part of the Kanto Elite Four, and feared by many young Trainers. But she wasn't loved. And even though she denied it furiously, unconsciously she was always searching for love.

"Aw, Agatha, I didn't know about that."

"That's because it is not true! This story is terrible, and most importantly – NOT TRUE!"

She thought she could never find someone that was as strong, ambitious and smart as she was. Until she met Phoebe, of course.

"Wait- what?"

Phoebe was a pretty young woman, with short black hair and a tanned skin. But what stuck out more to Agatha, was the fact that this woman was a Ghost Specialist too. And not a bad one either!

She was part of the Hoenn Elite Four, and was considered a great prodigy, because of her being so strong at such a young age. Agatha found herself immediately attracted to the younger woman – she reminded her of herself at that age. Not only because of her strength and ambition, but more because of the look in her eyes. Betrayal.

"Okay, I don't get anymore where this story is going…"

"I've decided that I don't care anymore, this is just made up by a teen with too much fantasy."

"How do you know?"

"… I just do."

One day, Agatha and Phoebe were picnicking on a green grass field, close to an old graveyard. They came here often to train, but now, they were just talking. Over the days that they had been training, their friendship had grown strongly.

Then out of the blue, after taking a bite of her sandwich, Agatha asked, "Who?"

"Haha, you talk with your mouth full!"

"Not listening…"

"Who what?" the blue-eyed girl asked confused.

"Who gave you that look in your eyes?"

"That- that look?" Phoebe asked, though she sounded like she already knew the answer.

"Betrayal, hurt, distrust, hate, sadness, anger – do I need to continue?" the old woman replied.

Phoebe paled at hearing the words, and she shook her head, trying to fight the tears.

"Hey, I don't cry that easily!"

"Still not listening…"

Agatha gave her a reassuring pat, and then the words and tears – so long held back – spilled.

"H-H-He s-said th-that he didn't- didn't want to have a- a girlfriend that was st-stronger than him!" Phoebe sobbed. Hugging her comfortingly, Agatha mumbled soothing words to her.

After a half hour of incomprehensible words, Phoebe finally said something audible, "You're the only one who understands me."

"We're meant to be together," Agatha agreed, and then stood up and offered the younger girl her hand. "Let's bury our old loves."

And wrinkled, pale hand in young, tanned hand they walked towards the old graveyard.

The end.

Story according to the characters

Phoebe: "Are we gonna kill Professor Oak?!"

Agatha: "… I think the storyteller meant it figuratively."

Phoebe: "Oh… then it makes sense."

Agatha: "The rest of the story didn't."

Phoebe: "How do you mean? I understood it perfectly fine. I mean, it's obviously about a girl who has her heart broken, and never got over it, until she finds love with a good friend. It's so romantic!"

Agatha: "Hmm… yes, romantic – until you think about the fact that we are those people!"

Phoebe: "Oh yes, that's true… well, then it's terrible."

Agatha: "Glad you agree, now, if you excuse me, I'll be leaving."

Phoebe: "And the old hag has left the building. So glad, if I had to listen to her nagging any longer… She's just old and stuck with her own beliefs… not open-minded at all. Well, I think she's left by now, don't you think? Great, then I'll be leaving too."

A/N: Thanks for reading! I really hoped you enjoyed… Man, this one was hard to write – hence the long time to update. I mean, what else am I supposed to write for a couple like this?
Oh well… let's see what's next chapter is going to be – oh, a hard one, but more fun… at least I hope so. Tell me what you thought about it!
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