Whispers in the Dark「Pokemon Fanfiction」

[Temporary] merry christmas

i forgot how my characters were supposed to be like spare m e

surprise!! but deleting at the end of tomorrow 

"Look, it's s-snowing!"

The white-haired boy watched in amusement as his friend pointed frantically at the white-covered world beyond the Pokemon Center's glass doors. She was a child sometimes, despite her appearance, and he made sure to let her know every bit of it.

"Yeah," he deadpanned, grinning as she turned back to him with a scandalised expression. "I thought all that white were meteors from space. Truly amazing observation you have there, Celery."

She pouted. "Celeana."

"I said it right, Celebi."

"Would you stop—?" The girl aimed a playful swat at him, and he dodged her arm while sticking his tongue out at her. "Let me enjoy this day!"

"Christmas isn't anything special," Ryou sighed, but Celeana's tangible excitement was starting to get to him. "I mean, it's just a day where people put trees in their houses and make everything shiny, right? Not to mention the fact that it's freezing out here."

"Then put on more layers and stop being a wet blanket." The coordinator hummed a vaguely familiar tune as she dug around her bag for a few seconds. "Let's take the day off and wander around Slateport, alright?"

He raised an eyebrow as he caught the scarf she threw at him. "Nice to know that your sense of fashion improved," he commented, wrapping it around his neck. "At least this thing doesn't look as terrible as the last shirt you bought."

"Says the guy who refused to take his jacket off in the middle of summer," Celeana bit back. He blinked—had she been picking up on his smart remarks all this time? "There, we're even."

"Can we go?" Quinn interrupted from behind them, her amber eyes unimpressed with both of their antics. "I'll go anywhere that isn't noisy."

One miffed sigh from the blue-haired teenager made him chuckle. "What about we drop you off in the library? We can pick you up when it's evening and there aren't as many people around."

The child contemplated the suggestion. "Acceptable."

"See? Now you can go and walk around or do things that Celeanas typically do on Christmas." He paused for a moment. "Not that I know what you want to do, but still."

"Let's explore the Slateport Christmas Market," she implored. "I've always wanted to go there. Oh, and there's some kind of fireworks show at night, so we can all watch that."

He grinned. "Sounds feasible. Let's go, then."

• • •

"So," he stated, interrupting the awkward silence between them as he walked and Celeana ate, "what do Celeanas typically do on Christmas?"

"Well, I wasn't allowed out of the hospital much," the girl replied. "But there was always a huge Christmas party at the end of the year, and we held it in the garden. All the staff would attend, and it was really fun just talking to everyone."

Ryou leaned over and swiped a crepe from his friend. "That's surprisingly...normal. Wow."

"Why do you look so incredulous?" Celeana huffed. "What do you do on Christmas?"

"Nah, never celebrated it." He'd have dodged the topic before, but things were getting better and the girl understood his situation. "My mother didn't care much about it and the Devon Corporation was busy with work."