A drabble idea that turned into a full-fledged fanfic

A drabble idea that turned into a full-fledged fanfic. I wanted a oneshot, but I'll make additional ch's (I think three or four in total) to make the flower theme more fitting. Wow, I'm insane…with Ikarishipping AND Wikipedia…Anyway, have fun with this one.

Warning: Corniness, Extreme sap. I think.

As always, disclaimer is implied.

Forget Me Not

"Legend has it that in medieval times, a knight and his lady were walking along the side of a river. He picked a posy of flowers, but because of the weight of his armour he fell into the river. As he was drowning he threw the posy to his loved one and shouted 'Forget-me-not'. This is a flower connected with romance and tragic fate. It was often worn by ladies as a sign of faithfulness and enduring love." – A Wikipedia Article

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"Gimme your shovel Kenny, I wanna make a pretty castle," a girl's grubby hand tried to take the coveted toy from her friend.

"Nah, get yer own Pikari," the boy managed to get it away from her reach and then resumed his sloppy digging. "I'm making a tunnel allaway to Kanto!"

Five-year-old Hikari pouted indignantly at Kengo. Even best friends were a pain in the neck. The humid weather did not help much with the situation: her yellow dress was streaked with sand and dirt, and her navy-blue hair was dusty. In the Veilstone Playground – their parents had gone on a shopping spree while leaving their children to play – the sandbox was littered with half-made tunnels and other childish inventions.

Resignedly, the girl finally grabbed a nearby plastic bucket, and began to scoop sand with her hands. She was halfway done with filling the container when she heard Kengo shout.

"HEY! WHY'D YA KICK SAND AT ME FOR?!"

In alarm, Hikari looked back to see a slightly older boy run away. Meanwhile, Kengo was trying to rub the dust from his eyes, stinging tears making his face even messier. Although she had been irritated at him earlier, Hikari could not stand her friend being hurt in any way. So she stood up, roughly dusted herself from the grit, and began to chase after the culprit.

The boy was fast, but Hikari felt herself gaining ground.

"Come here mister! Why'da do-"

They already had passed the playground and had come to a patch of trees when Hikari tripped. Spluttering from the leaves and other litter on the ground, she tried to get up. But pain shot through Hikari, making her fall again: she had twisted her ankle. Again she tried to stand…

"Don't."

Hikari looked up. It was the boy she had seen earlier, the one who had made Kengo cry. His face was slightly obscured by dark lavender bangs, but she saw a good part of his cruel face. Black shirt with matching slacks made his seven-year-old frame even more intimidating. Frowning as fiercely as she could, Hikari tried to act tough by standing, only to collapse from the pain. Unwanted tears ran down her face from the frustration.

As she did so, the boy's expression softened. He knelt down, rummaged through his pockets for a wrinkled tissue, and held it out to the girl.

"Here."

A few minutes of sniffling and hiccuping, Hikari calmed down. She soon found herself leaning her back on a tree while the boy sat Indian-style in front of her. Realizing how close he was, she blushed a little and handed the filthy remains of the napkin to him.

"Thank you…"

"…" He took the tissue back silently.

The two enjoyed a moment in the shade before they looked at each other again.

"Why didja kick Kenny?" Hikari asked suddenly, her face again turning angry. "Huh, why?"

The boy shrugged, "He was mean to ya. I wanted ter help."

Hikari stared. Kengo just didn't want to give her a shovel! "But you didn' havta do that…"

"Whatja want me to do then?" the boy retorted back.

But instead of scowling, he seemed to be spacing out…or was he staring at her?

"Well…" Hikari tried to think.

But before she could formulate a good answer, the boy walked away for a bit. Hikari was still trying to think when he returned.

"Gah you're mean! I can't think of anythin'!" Hikari whined, throwing her arms in frustration; the boy just sat in the same position again, right in front of her.

"Whateva," the boy shrugged and flicked stray purple bangs from his face; then he looked around before settling his eyes back on the girl. "Hm…I guess ya gotta get back…"

Hikari started; Of course, her mother would be coming anytime soon! In panic, she tried getting up, but she cried again from the injury. But instead of falling flat on the ground, two arms supported her firmly. Confused, she looked up to the stoic face of the same boy.

"Uhhh…thanks?"

"Hmph."

They managed to get out of the forested area and to the playground again. It took the two a while, but Hikari found herself being less dependent on the boy as they took each step toward their destination. When they neared the sandbox area, where Kengo was still too occupied to be aware of his surroundings, Hikari tried to wriggle out of the boy's grasps.

"I can walk now…um, can you leggo of me?" Hikari asked awkwardly; she had reveled a bit from the contact she had with the boy, but the thought of Kengo seeing her in that position embarrassed her. "My leg feels betta now."

"Fine. Make sure you can stand first…" the boy let go, and Hikari stood somewhat shakily.

"See, mister, I can!" she beamed, but frowned again in deep thought. "Uhh...what is your name?"

"Shinny…my mom calls me that," he shrugged; he didn't feel like disclosing his real name. "It's a stupid name..."

"Oh. It's notta bad name…well, okay Shinny. Thanks!" Hikari brightened up again.

"Whateva. And uh…what's your name?"

"Hikari! Kenny calls me Pikari tho…"

"Hm." Shinny said somewhat annoyingly at the mention of her friend. "Alright…oh wait!"

Suddenly Shinny thrust a bunch of blue blossoms onto Hikari's hands. They were a bit crushed from being in the boy's pockets for too long, but their colors were still intact.

The blue matched the girl's widened eyes.

"Somethin' I thou' you'd like," Shinny muttered before running off; despite his attempt to hide a childish blush, Hikari noticed and smiled.

"Buhbye, Shinny!" she waved to the quickly disappearing figure.

She soon stumbled to reunite with her old friend, carrying her precious gift.

--Few years later--

"Why, aren't going to watch me?!" a gloved hand curled up into a dangerous fist...

"STOP FIGHTING!"

"Pika pi!!"

A girl and a pikachu suddenly ran between the two fighting in the Oreburgh Gym. Her friend Satoshi somehow managed to get into so many of these brawls, and Hikari was honestly fed up with his ridiculous ability to pick up trouble.

"Can't you take it out somewhere else??" Hikari said to the two, and turned around to see the person Satoshi was fighting: Shinji.

Although she had seen the rival a couple of times since Satoshi's first clash with the strange boy, Hikari could not help but feel strange towards this trainer. The shorn, purple hair…the fierce eyes…they looked so familiar…

Now seeing him up close, Hikari froze. She felt like she had seen him…in a dream…in a faraway memory…

"…and who are you?" Shinji asked irritably.

Something inside her snapped. Hikari stood up defiantly, and shouted literally in his face:

"Well, EXCUSE ME, my name is HIKARI."

For a brief moment, Shinji looked startled, but his generic indifferent face quickly replaced it.

"Sorry, never heard of you."

The moment of silence afterward was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Then came the explosion.

"WELL YOU THINK YOU'RE FUNNY? WHY I OUGHT TO-!!"

Hikari's fury suddenly took over. She wanted to gouge Shinji's eyes out when Takeshi, the mature one, interfered and said a thousand apologies on Hikari's behalf. Shinji merely shrugged. Ignoring most of her angry shouts, he decided replying to Satoshi may be a better option.

"Well, how can I refuse your offer of staying here to watch?" Shinji finally answered sarcastically, and left.

"I better see something worthwhile, Satoshi," the trainer muttered as he went past; a swish from the gym's automatic doors indicated his leave.

"Why that…" Satoshi grumbled and headed out as well. "…Jerk."

Hikari certainly agreed.

--Meanwhile--

A small patch of blue blossoms swayed in the breeze as Shinji walked towards it. He was amazed at how the flowers managed to grow so close to Oreburgh – such rocky terrain was not an ideal place for many plants to grow.

Yet, this one had managed.

Shinji slowly knelt down to take a closer look at the cluster of flowers. His hands brushed them idly, and he thought back to his naive, early days…specifically the incident in a sandbox, the running, and the girl.

The girl…

Five years had gone by since he came back to Sinnoh, and he found himself greeting the past. Of course things had changed, but some…they always managed to be constant.

Not that Shinji minded, much.

The forget-me-nots felt cool to the touch. The color of the delicate blue petals still resembled the eyes of the first girl he truly cared for.

"Heh, I lied to you Hikari…I do remember you."

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