Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

Nɪɴᴇ • Aʟʟ Tʜᴀᴛ Mᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs

Chapter Nine: All That Matters

The teenaged boy brushed his messy silver hair out of his face as he sat up, the world around him blurred out for a beautiful split-second before his vision cleared.

"Celeana?" He raised an eyebrow at the sleeping figure on the opposite bed, clicking his tongue in mock annoyance when she failed to rise. "It's time to go. Wake up."

He stuck his tongue out ever-so-slightly in exasperation, retrieving a spare rubber band from the table next to his bed and shooting the circlet of material towards the back of her unguarded head with a skilful flick. "You forced me to do this," he commented in a playful tone.

The blue-haired girl opened her eyes with a surprised noise, scrambling out of the bed and glancing at her companion with a flustered grin.

Celeana's immediate reaction was to fling the duvet at the boy, and she wasn't at all surprised when he evaded it with little difficulty.

The coordinator was not a morning person—her head was still filled with remnants of white noise from her sleep, and she wanted to just lie in bed and just do nothing for the rest of the day. It sounded like a good idea; however, her partner seemed to think otherwise.

It was raining outside—a heavy downpour, no less. Walking though a waterfall couldn't get any wetter.

The light shower of raindrops against the room's window was calming, the droplets mirroring the dull monotone beats of her sleepy heart.

Snapping out of her early-morning trance, she pulled her complaining body out of the comfortable haven that people would call a bed.

"What time is it?" she complained, dragging a brush through the tangles in her thick hair. "Not everyone's a m—morning person like you."

"Seven," He replied, handing her a blue rucksack that she recognised as her own. "Furthermore, Verdanturf's contest is today and you have to register by nine-thirty. I'll be flying to Petalburg City for my gym battle—if you're done with your contest beforehand, you can take a taxi there."

The teenager nodded, distracted from the hazy veil that the lingering traces of sleep had left behind. She didn't quite understand what her companion was talking about, but she dismissed the thought, telling herself that her brain would process the information later.

She trudged her way into the small bathroom with a grudging sigh, the hasty shower more than rejuvenating her half-conscious body.

Changing into her usual outfit, she tugged her red vest on, pulling the fabric around her shoulders for comfort.

"No time for mulling over things," she sighed. "I have to go sign up for the contest now."

Granted, she was a little nervous—she had handed her Ralts over to Nurse Joy's care the night before, and the one Pokemon she could use was her Froakie, who was unpredictable and might not stand to listen to her commands.

She shook her head firmly, a few stray locks of cerulean hair falling out of her face. "Now's not the time," she reminded herself once again.

With that, Celeana stepped out of the bathroom, inspecting the empty area in front of her.

Ryou hadn't bothered to wait for her—his bed was already made, and there was no signs at all that the silver-haired boy was still here. She didn't blame him—he had mentioned an appointment for his Gym match, and travelling to Petalburg was quite a distance.

She checked the time—seven thirty. She would had just enough time to eat breakfast and buy a Pokeball capsule before she had to rush to the contest hall.