Under The Alolan Sun

Izzyaro

Arrival

I replayed Sun and this happened. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Are we there yet?"

Steven was briefly tempted to ask Phoebe if her Drifblim wanted to practice its Hypnosis, but a single glance at Sidney's pale, sweaty face was enough to convert irritation to sympathy.

"About ten minutes," he said gently. He gave his friend a critical glance. "Are you sure you don't want me to call the steward?"

There was a snort from Sidney's other side. "And actually admit he needs help?"

Sidney scowled, but at that moment the plane banked gently to the left and his face turned an even more interesting shade of green. Phoebe shot Steven an exasperated look over their friend's head, and Steven shook his head. Sidney was very nearly as stubborn as he was, but he wasn't completely stupid. If he said he could manage, then Steven wasn't going to force him.

They were on holiday after all.

An excited gasp came from his other side. "Look at that."

Besides, it wasn't just Sidney he had to keep an eye on. Steven glanced past Wallace, ignoring the way the Water-specialist was practically vibrating with energy, and looked down at the rich blues and greens below them.

"Very nice."

Wallace tore his gaze from the oceans long enough to give Steven a scandalised look. "Nice? The unspoiled beauty of nature, the clarity of the water, the perfection of the waves, is nice?"

"I said very nice," Steven pointed out. He lived in Hoenn after all, he was hardly a stranger to the sea. Wallace, though, just shot him a disgusted look, and turned back to the window. Steven caught a mutter about rocks for brains and a diamond for a heart, and rolled his eyes. In hindsight, Alola might not have been the best idea.

The plane began to descend, and Steven allowed himself a slight smile. It was a little late for second guesses now.

To Steven's relief they landed without either Sidney losing his lunch, or Wallace exiting the plane prematurely, and it didn't take long for the four trainers to pass through passport control to the main airport terminal. Naturally, their luck could only last that long.

"Where's Wallace?"

Sidney, now recovered enough to have regained his natural colour, if not his smirk, shrugged. "Haven't seen him, Boss."

"Me neither," said Phoebe. She spun a Pokéballs expertly on her finger and caught it again. "Want me to send Mismagius for a look?"

"Not yet, thank you," said Steven quickly. The Ghost-type was very gentle, but also far more mischievous than he was comfortable with. Phoebe's grin told him that she was well aware of his thoughts, but she set the 'ball back on her belt and stood up on tiptoes to get a better look.

"Why is he even here?" Sidney asked. "We live in Hoenn, he can't need more Water Pokémon."

"Like you can't need more Dark-types?"

"Because he's wanted to visit for years and he was due some time off anyway," said Steven absently, as he scanned the crowd. Wallace rarely hard to miss, even when he wasn't trying to attract attention. It wasn't like him to disappear without warning either, which was a fairly good sign that he was planning something.

So Steven wasn't entirely surprised when an enormous straw hat was dropped unceremoniously onto his head.

"Thank you, Wallace."

Phoebe and Sidney both cracked up, and Steven tilted his new accessory up enough to see Wallace looking thoroughly pleased with himself. As Steven raised an eyebrow, his friend shot him a bright, innocent smile.

"Well, we both know how badly you burn, and I did promise your father that I would at least try to keep you out of trouble."

"It's a good look, Boss," Sidney managed between snickers. "You should totally keep it when we go home."

"I don't know if I'm keeping it when we get to the hotel," said Steven dryly, ignoring Phoebe's redoubled laughter. He took the hat off, refusing to acknowledge Wallace's pout, and winced at the bright pink and blue ribbons that decorated the top.

"They didn't have purple," Wallace explained cheerfully. "And I'm pretty sure you've got at least a couple of blue shirts with you."

Steven glanced at him, then at his two giggling colleagues, and then finally at the bright sun and sighed. "You could have got one that isn't going to fall apart in less than a day."

Phoebe and Sidney gaped at him, but Wallace just laughed. "I think you can afford a replacement."

Steven set the hat back on his head, ignored his still staring friends, and picked up his bag. "I will not be keeping the colour scheme."

"Maybe it'll grow on you," Wallace suggested, and Steven couldn't hold back his smile.

If nothing else, it was going to be an interesting holiday.

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