Caught In The Rain (Cilan x Reader)

Chapter 3 - The clear morning

The next morning, you're woken by the smell of hot chocolate. Your eyes flutter open to see that the rain has stopped and the sky is clear and blue. It looks like a pleasant day; the sun rising under pink, shining clouds and bird pokemon are singing harmoniously in the trees. You sigh in bliss at the lack of the pestering sound of rain against the window. It has finally stopped.

For now.

You sit up and run your fingers through your messy hair. Turning, after blinking your eyes lethargically, you see that on the table, there is a tray where a cup of hot chocolate sits undisturbed alongside a bowl of cereal and croissant. It all smells delicious. You start on the cereal, but it's gone mushy, so you place it under the table for your Dewott, who's still sleeping soundly, and have the rest.

When you're done, you go into a toilet cubicle to dress, even though there's no one around, and when you come back out, Dewott's still asleep under the table, making a delicate humming sound as it snores.

You wander downstairs, your heavy boots echoing against the stairs, and see that the Pokemon Center is up in full swing, people busied with their every day lives, dashing about with papers and Pokemon, talking and smiling. Yet, at the center of the room, there's a lone figure; tall and gangly with tea green hair, and as he turns, you recognise his face.

Cilan.

The drenched stranger from yesterday.
You head towards him, unconsciously neating up your hair. You smile comfortably as you go up to greet him.

"Hello Cilan!" You say.

"Ah! Y/N!" He responds "Good morning! Did you sleep well?"

"Fine thanks." You answer as you look around yourself.

For all the buzz in the Pokemon Center this morning, it was still surprisingly empty. You'd have thought there'd be more people, what with all the commotion.

"Oh!" Cilan exclaims, breaking your train of thought, "And did you enjoy your breakfast this morning?" He says with a cheeky smile.

"That was you?" You say, "Why, thank you! And yes I did! I did very much. But the cereal was a bit soggy. I hope you don't mind if I left it."

"Oh, not at all!" Cilan remarks, sounding slightly proud, "As a breakfast connoisseur, I know exactly what you mean!"

"A breakfast connoisseur?" You say somewhat confused.

"Why yes!" Cilan continues with his chin held high, "I can profess to be a connoisseur of many things, but culinary work, particularly on the domestic scale, is something I enjoy most!"

"Really?" You respond, fascinated but a little unsure on how to respond, "Cool, my mum is a chef in Castelia, but I don't know if she's ever met a "Breakfast connoisseur" before!"

Mum. Your mum will still be in Castelia City if the weather's been as bad over there. You're worrying now. You hope she's okay, that she hasn't been caught out by high tides or whatever. You're hoping Castelia Pokemon Center isn't to packed.

"Hey Cilan,"

"Yes?"

"Do you know if we can still ring other Pokemon Centers from here?"

"Well, I don't know exactly," he says, "But we can have a look!"

"Ah, good," you say, but just before you can turn away, you hear giddy feet padding on the stairs, as Dewott hurdles around the corner and jumps up to you.

"Oh, hi buddy!" You say as you catch the smiling little pokemon.

"A Dewott?" Cilan enquires, and Dewott grins back at him.

"Dewott!" It shouts as it nuzzles you and beams happily.

"Wow," Cilan continues, "You seem to have a wonderful relationship with your pokemon!"

"What do you mean?" You ask as you hold up the equally curious Dewott.

"Well, I also happen to be a Pokemon connoisseur too!" Cilan proclaims with pride, "In fact, relationships between Pokemon and people are my main study! I mean, I haven't seen such a happier looking pokemon since..."

"Hey! You over there!"

A voice calls from the distance. You turn to see a flustered looking man in a high visiblity jacket walking towards you. He's carrying a couple of sandbags with some pokeballs on top, a couple of them bearing blue markings, and the wellies he's wearing are scratched and soden. He looks desperate, bordering on scared.

"Yeah! You teenagers!" The man continues, "Not doin' anything, are ya?"

Cilan approaches, "Erm, no sir!  Not at the moment." He looks back at you for reassurance.

"Good!" The man exclaims in his castelian accent, "Ah, a Dewott, perfect! Right, come with me! We need all the help we can get!"

He turns and starts walking away, nodding for you to follow, without wasting a moment. His quick pace gives away his impatience. You and Cilan follow, looking at each other quizzically.

"Why?" You question, "What's going on?"