DS15: Wow! I wasn't expecting the outcome that I got for just chapter one! Thanks to all of you who reviewed and alerted/favorited! You definitely helped make this chapter come faster (and hopefully better). I'm excited, too - I got Pokemon Colosseum today and it's so much fun seeing everything in 3D. Not to mention Wes/Seth.. eheheh..
Shinji: ...
DS15: Oh! I don't own Pokémon, otherwise Shinji and Hikari would've already gotten stuck in a cave or something and found out they like each other. Yup. Another thing - I imagine they're a bit older.. Shinji's like, 14 and Hikari is 13. Woohoo!
Shinji: ...
DS15: That hurt, Shinji! Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter Two: Shinji's Revenge
"You're so slow, Satoshi!" Hikari complained as she stood in the doorway of their room, her arms crossed. Said boy grumbled as he went from searching under his bed to in the sink of the bathroom for a sock. Takeshi sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"I'm going down and waiting in the lobby," he said. The blue-haired Coordinator nodded after him and turned back to glaring at Satoshi, who was currently trying to balance on a dresser to peer on the top of the ceiling fan.
"Honestly, how do you lose one sock?" She asked, stepping into the room and looking under the furniture.
"Hey, have you ever tried keeping up with two socks at a time?! It's not as easy as you think it is," he jumped up and nearly hit his head on the top bunk of the bed. "Besides, I'd be a lot more organized if Takeshi hadn't woken us up at the crack of dawn!"
The girl merely rolled her eyes, picking up her bag. Lo and behold, something that should've been white was crumpled below it. She picked it up, wincing and throwing it at the boy as if it were a snake or something. "Ew! Okay, I'm going to go wait with Takeshi."
She stepped down the stairs with a large smile on her face. I wonder what time Shinji wakes up every day.. probably way earlier than we do. He's probably organized, too. The exact opposite of Satoshi!
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Shinji folded his arms and scanned the room for any sign of what he was looking for. There it was, hanging off the side of the table. He snatched the sock and placed it on his foot. "Great, I wasted a whole five minutes looking for you," he snarled at the sock. Poor sock!
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When Satoshi was finally prepared to leave, they exited the Pokémon Center to a bright day. It was almost identical to yesterday.. except with no breeze. Which meant no pollen flying around from the flowers. Maybe Hikari should have had her 'date' on this nearly perfect day.
Note: nearly perfect.
Hikari and Satoshi were doing their normal bout of arguing about what Pokémon type was best. Duh, it's obviously Normal type! Silly Pokémon characters! Ahem, anyway. They had passed by a lovely looking park with benches scattered about under large oak trees. That's when our blue-haired Coordinator noticed a certain someone sitting under one of them.. on a bench. With someone else.
That someone else was a girl. Even worse... Shinji looked a bit interested in what she had to say.
Shinji? Interested? In someone else other than Hikari?! Oh, was he going to get it!!
"Uhm, Hikari? A-are you okay? You're turning really red." Satoshi asked. "And your eyes are red. Kind of like a demon's. Weird." Our bubbly Coordinator was not blushing - oh no, far from it. She was livid as she glared daggers at this redhead chick that was sitting by her purple-haired, cold, mean Trainer!
A Typhlosion would've been seriously handy right about now.
"Go on ahead," she hissed out, her hands clenched into fists beside her. "I'll catch up with you in a second."
It was a wonder the two boys didn't even see Shinji. Well, it's not like Takeshi can really see anything with his eyes always closed.. moving on! The two went ahead, curious as to what was wrong with Hikari, but not stupid enough to persist on the matter. Hikari took a deep breath and stomped (as loudly as she could, of course) over to where the two sat. "Hello, jerk." She greeted through grit teeth, crossing her arms. She didn't care that she was being a bad sport...
"Troublesome," Shinji replied, glancing up at her for a millisecond before turning his focus back to the redhead. In their hands were smoothies with little bendy straws sticking out of them. Hikari nearly died inside. They were strawberry smoothies! With bendy straws! And she should be the one capturing his interest on the other side of that stupid bench! "This is Makiko. She has some very interesting stories about Pokémon." He looked up at her again. Funnily enough, his smirk seemed to be challenging her.
"That's nice," she replied crisply. "I'm Hikari, one of Shinji's rivals," she introduced herself.
"One of my rivals?" He asked her. "In what? All you do is prance around on a stage while I train for rough battles." This made Hikari blow up. Like a really big volcano.
"Excuse me?! I do NOT prance around on a stage! Contests take a lot of hard training, too!" She bent down so that her face was literally an inch away from Shinji's - you know, to emphasize her point. "Plus, you don't train your Pokémon! You nearly abuse them," she snapped.
He turned away, closing his eyes. "I don't abuse them. I make them tougher." He sneered. "A trait your Pokémon will never get to have."
"I don't want them to be bruised up from too much training, Shinji. You know what? This is pointless!" Hikari threw her hands in the air, taking a step back. Shinji rolled his eyes.
"For once, you actually have enough sense to stop arguing."
Oh.. no.. he didn't! She was about to lunge at him when her foot caught on something - a blade of grass. Awesome, Hikari! She stumbled forward - in the process, knocking somebody's smoothie into Makiko's lap. The lid must have slipped off because she shrieked and stood up quickly, whirling around with her arms spread to see the damage to her skirt. Her arm hit Hikari's back, causing her to once again trip forward (the fault of her own feet this time) and, of course... onto Shinji.
Their heads were about to ram into each other until Shinji quickly gripped her waist, preventing the two of them from having a migraine later on. Hikari panted slightly from the scare, then sat up.
Shoot.
Our graceful Coordinator was folded on Shinji's lap, their faces once again an inch apart. She could feel his breath on her cheeks, which caused them to warm quickly. Yeah, that was definitely the reason! His hands were still on each side of her waist and hers were on his chest just in case she had fallen any further. They were frozen. Okay, well, for a second, at least. "Your face is turning red, stupid girl," he whispered.
Crap.
"N-n-no it's not!" She tried vainly to argue with him, but she really did know this time that it was pointless. He smirked his all-knowing smirk again.
"Right. Why is it, then?"
Crap, crap, crap!
"I-it was the.. fall! Yeah, it was because I fell!"
"On me." Her face was now a deadly crimson and she looked away from him to try to hide it. That is, until he stood up, causing her to squeak and fall onto the hard ground. "Troublesome girl, look what you've done. Makiko is gone now because of you."
Hikari looked up disbelievingly. "You just freakin' dropped me!" Shinji shrugged and began walking away, raising her anger level even more. "Hey! Don't walk away when I'm talking to you, you jerk!"
Over his shoulder, he said back to her, "You might want to clean up, Troublesome, or else your friends are going to be wondering what you did." She just gazed at him curiously until he was nearly out of sight, then looked down at herself.
Strawberry smoothie covered the front of her shirt and skirt. Just fantastic! "Ugh!!" She shouted, picking herself off the ground. Then, at Shinji's back, she yelled, "And the name's Hikari! Hi-kari! Get. It. Right!!"
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DS15: Woohoo, chapter two! Just one more and I'm done with my first Ikarishipping fic.. wow. Well, this one was considerably longer than the previous chapter, but still not very long. Ah well! Hikari was so much more civilized than Shinji! Kinda.. ehehe! Much more randomness in this one, too. Anyway, I'd love to hear from you guys, so please review! Brownie points to those that do!