Dreamverse Stories [Pokémon One-Shots]

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[A/N: Even though this is for "The Stories Of The Hart", this story fit Naomi's point of view better. Despite this fact I hope you guys enjoy]!

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"Miss Hart?" Silence.

"Hart." Still no response.

"Pandora."

"Fuck off." The voice on the other side of the door sounded muffled, but it didn't change the childish sounding, pissed off tone that came from the teen.

"Pandora, can I come in please?" The brunette who had originally disturbed the red head asked, waiting as patiently as possible for the girl.

"No."

It had been a week since her brother uruptibly left Team Flare, no one has heard or been able to contact the elder of the Hart siblings, and it hit Pandora harder then she knew the red head would of liked to admit. Even despite taking his spot as a admin, she didn't seem to care at all.

"Pandora."

"Didn't you hear me?" Pandora's voice hissed from the other side of the door. "Fuck. Off. Naomi."

Despite the hostility in the red heads tone, Naomi didn't seem too compelled to listen to her as she moved to open the door. Of course it was locked, that was to be expected.

But, Naomi wasn't stupid. She pulled a pin out of her hair and bent down in front the door, working it into the lock for a few moments before the door clicked unlocked before slipping her pin back into her hair and opening the door.

The room was a mess to say the least. There was stuff everywhere. From her Pokéballs thrown into the floor mindlessly, papers everywhere, clothing everywhere, even some broken glass off beside her side table.

It was a utter disaster.

And there was Pandora, on top of unmade blankets and sheets, lying face down on the bed as she made no move of noise as Naomi let herself in, closing and locking the door behind her.

Part of Naomi was screaming at her to just leave the red head alone before she irritated her further, but that part of her thought process ended up left ignored as the brunette sat at the edge of Pandora's bed.

It was a uneasy silence for the most part. Both teens remaining silent other then the soft but deep breathing coming from Pandora

This went on for a good five minutes before Naomi finally opened her mouth, speaking carefully. "Pandora?" The name came out of Naomi's mouth more like a question then a statement as she watched the red head.

Pandora didn't move at first, or bother to respond. It took a good minute before she finally stirred, moving to push herself up into a sitting position. The red head brushed her red locks out of her face and adjusted her eye patch before turning around to face Naomi.

It didn't look like the girl had been crying recently, though just looking at her one eye, it was dull.

She looked emotionally dead.

"Did you need something?" Pandora finally spoke, though her voice sounded a bit dry as her red eye's locked straight at the brunette who had invaded her room.

"Um-" Naomi started, having opened her mouth to speak but shutting it shortly after.

She didn't exactly have a reason for coming to see Pandora. Luckily the higher ups at Team Flare knew she was useless at this state, and didn't bother so deal with her. Because of this, she didn't have any 'official' reason for coming to bother her.

Naomi could admit however, that she grown a bit worried about Pandora as the week dragged on.

Pandora seemed fine at first, acting as if nothing was wrong. That was up until about two days ago where she shut herself in her room and refused to leave the confinements of her room.

She knew she could exactly lie to the teen, knowing it would turn around to bite her in the ass. To which speaking the truth was her only option, she had to hope Pandora wouldn't murder her for barging in for such a reason.

Figuratively speaking of course.

Maybe.

"I- Um." Naomi started again, forcing herself to clear her thoughts before attempting to speak again. "You sort of disappeared rather uruptibly on Friday." Naomi spoke, scanning Pandora's face for any visible sign of anger. "I was a bit worried about you."

Pandora's sat there, starring at Naomi blankly for a moment, her lips closed in a straight line as she seemed to be thinking the situation threw before turning her body and pushing herself off the bed.

"I'm fine." Pandora finally spoke, smoothing out her clothes. Although, the full expression never left her face. "I shouldn't of been locked in here for so long anyways, you can tell Lysander I'll be back to work in tomorrow."

It was clear Pandora thought this was Lysander trying to get her to get her ass back to work, which wouldn't exactly be surprising to say the least, and it did give her a easy pass for checking on her without pissing off the vixen.

But, she didn't want to take the easy pass as she stood up off the bed and stepped up beside Pandora.

"Lysander didn't send me to check on you Pandora, I'm not telling you to get back to work." Naomi narrowed her eye's slightly as the red head froze for a moment before turning around, narrowing her one eye on the brunette, as if trying to figure out if Naomi was lying to her or not.

Silence swept over the two once more, making Naomi feel somewhat uneasy at the sudden silence the drifted over them.

"Why?" Pandora spoke, her eye's never left Naomi as she spoke evenly, crossing her arms in front of her.

"I told you," Naomi spoke, holding her hand behind her back, though refusing to break eye contact with Pandora. "I was worried."

The red head tapped her fingers against her crossed arms for a moment, seeming to take in the statement before attempting to size up the situation in her head, trying to figure out what to do, or say for that matter.

What happened next ended up catching the brunette completely off guard as Pandora seemed to realize something, a small spark in her eye that seemed to signal some sort of plan had formed inside that brain of hers as she uncrossed her arms only to take a step forward and kiss Naomi.

At first, the brunette had been engulfed with the feeling of shock at the sudden action, her heart seeming to almost beat out her chest at the feeling of the red heads soft lips against hers.

Though, Naomi recovered somewhat quickly as she felt Pandora's hands snake over to her neck, causing her to finally react and kiss the girl back.

Naomi knew this was a terrible idea as she allowed herself to be pushed down onto the bed, knowing things were already escalating quickly.

And yet she found herself drowning out those thoughts as Pandora's tongue slipped into her mouth.

She knew that to Pandora, this would mean nothing. The red head was taking advantage of the brunette's now very obvious crush on her.

But it was hard for her to care.

Opting to push her past with Jasper behind her, ignoring the screaming in her mind that strongly reminded her of the many times both Jasper had done this to her.

It was hard to care anymore.

Sometimes it was better to just, let it happen.

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