Important note before reading: This is a purely gameverse fic. The rival is named Kanade, because he has no default name in the games. Silver is not his name, no matter how often others like to use it. Personally I don't care, though I don't like to be part of mainstream anyways. Kanade (奏) means to play/perform a musical instrument, and I thought the name fits with Kotone, which means the sound of harps.

This Chapter is M rated.

Rainy Day - Reprise

The rain has the uncanny ability of bringing people together.

A downpour caught Kanade unexpected and unprepared. He was especially not fond of getting wet, as he had no fire pokemon to help with drying off and keeping warm afterwards. It was a blessing that his jacket was somewhat waterproof. It kept most of his inner clothes dry, but does nothing at all for his hair and trousers, which were soaked by the rain in a little less than 10 seconds. He had decided against taking off his jacket and using it as a makeshift cover, as it would mean his t-shirt would be soaked as well. So he did the only thing he could: Run for cover.

He was lucky to have found the cave; it was mostly dry and sloped slightly upwards so that rain did not fall into the interiors. There were old stalagmites hanging from the roof, and a few boulders strewn around. Kanade shed off his jacket and spread it out on one of the large rocks to dry, then sat down to wait for the rain to pass.

It was not long before he had another visitor.

"Damn this weather...ugh, my hair...are you alright, Typhlosion?"

A small grunt from the pokemon indicated the affirmative. A girl entered the cave, the large pokemon with her shook its body free of droplets before emitting fire from its neck to dry off what remained. The girl was busy wringing her clothing and hair when she noticed the other presence in the cave.

"K-Kanade?" Kotone asked. He stood up and came closer.

"It's been a while." She greeted. "You stuck here too?"

"Yeah, lousy weather."

Kotone agreed. Then leaned against the wall and wringed her hat absent-mindedly, as if not knowing what else to say.

"Aren't you going to dry your clothes?" Kanade asked.

"With what?"

He pointed to the large fire beast beside her.

"You can't use pokemon fire to dry your clothes, dummy." She chided, "They'll either burn it, or your clothes will shrink."

"So what are you going to do about them?"

"Take them off and wait for them to dry."

"What?"

Kanade wanted to make sure he heard that right.

"But...since we're both here...I guess that won't work."

Kotone sat down close to her typhlosion and drew her knees to herself. Despite the pokemon's warmth, she was still shivering. Her wet clothes and hair clung to her body, dripping into a puddle forming on the floor. Kanade studied her, wondering whether he should do something to help. His eyes drifted to his jacket lying open on the boulder behind them in the cave. Its exterior was clammy from the water, but the inside was still dry, as it had also preserved the condition of his t-shirt.

The boy went and took his jacket from the boulder. A string of "what are you doing?"s buzzed in his mind as he walked over to the girl and her pokemon. She can't stay soaked like that, who knows how long the rain might last? Even though she had a fire pokemon, she'll still catch a cold or get pneumonia or hypothermia or...in any case, she needed to--

"Take your clothes off." He ordered, handing her his jacket.

From the strange look she gave him and Typhlosion's snarl, he realized that thinking while trying to talk was not a good idea. And this was sounding a lot like déjà vu; of something neither of them really wanted to talk about until this day.

"I-I mean!" Kanade frantically tried to explain, feeling his face going hot. "You, you can't just wear wet clothes. My jacket's dry on the inside, you can wear it while you wait for your other stuff to dry. I-I'll look away."

And he obediently did so before she could refuse. After a pause, he heard her mutter a small thanks and the slop of wet clothes and familiar rustling of his jacket from behind.

"Ok. You can turn around now."

He heard Kotone's voice, and turned to find her clad in his jacket--only his jacket, or so it seems-- zipped up to the collar. Kanade was instantly thankful that he was tall enough so that his jacket covered what needed to be on her, with only her bare legs protruding from the bottom. She was busy tying a length of escape rope on the stalagmites (creative use of the tool, he had to admit) and hanging her wet clothing up to dry.

"Thanks for the jacket, it's really warm." She said.

"Y-yeah." Kanade mumbled, and sneezed.

"Are you ok?" Kotone asked, concerned. "We can sit with Typhlosion together, if you'd like."

I don't think your pokemon likes me very much. Thought Kanade.

"No, I'm fine." He said instead. Even though it was cold, he didn't want to show any weakness.

"You've got to get warmer, and I know you haven't got a fire pokemon."

"It's none of your business."

Kotone winced at his words. She would feel horrible if he became sick due to her taking his jacket.

Truthfully, Kotone hadn't want to meet him here, she knew he would do such a thing for her, as he had done before. She thought they were both soaked, so there was nothing they could do for each other this time. And before she could invite him to sit with the only fire pokemon between the both of them, he had offered another kindness to her.

She couldn't just leave him there, alone.

"Come sit with us." Kotone insisted.

"No."

"Why not?" She pressed, "Don't say you're not cold. It's a lie."

"So what if I am? I'm not hugging your pokemon."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing. I just--"

"Then," the girl was just a few steps away from him now, "why are you not accepting my help?"

"I don't want to accept any of your charity." Kanade replied coldly.

Kotone felt her head grow hot. A sour feeling bloomed from the bridge of her nose to her eyes.

"My charity? Oh, so is this all about your manly pride?" She took a step towards him, "That you can do all sorts of things for me and I can't do any in return? Or else I'm hurting your pride?"

"N-no, it's--"

"So it is, then. You think I'd be happy if you got sick because you wanted me to be warm?"

"You don't have to care, we're rivals..."

"Well, you didn't either!" Kotone yelled, unable to control the tears that flooded out. "I'm not some damsel-in-distress waiting for you to take care of me! I, if I was in your place, of-of course I'd do what I can for you as well! Don't you get that these things are mutual?!"

Kanade did not answer.

Kotone stared at him for a while, tears dripping down on his jacket. Suddenly, she ran to her bag, took out a pokeball, and recalled Typhlosion.

"What are you doing?" Kanade asked, alarmed.

"Making it even," the girl snapped as she marched back to him. "I'm just as stubborn as you, you know."

He wanted to ask what that meant when suddenly she pushed him against the wall of the cave and dragged him to sit down beside her.

"Wh--"

Without warning, Kotone zipped open the front of her --his-- jacket. Kanade gave a yelp and tried to cover his eyes. The girl quickly slipped out from the garment and flung it over the both of them while she sidled up close to him.

"This way, you can't say you're accepting my charity. We're getting warmth from each other, we're even now."

Kanade was not listening, all he knew was that her skin was pressing against his skin, and his heart was threatening to break loose from his ribcage. Although he could not see her due to the jacket covering them, he could feel her shoulder underneath his left arm, and her side touching his side--except her side was nearly naked.

"Wha-what-what're you doing?"

"Keeping warm." She said.

"You're insane." Kanade turned his head away from her to clear his mind. There was warmth, whether from his increased heartbeat or from the person next to him, he didn't know.

Kotone lowered her eyes. "I just don't want you to have all the glory."

"Sly woman." Her rival grumbled, then discovering his left arm to be uncomfortable with Kotone wedged under it, and he rearranged his limb so that it draped over her shoulders.

"Mmm, it's warm." She snuggled closer. "So is your hand."

Kanade found his left hand held by her cold fingers, he took them and passed whatever warmth he could to them.

"Kanade, you're so kind." Kotone spoke softly from under him. "Yet you never want anyone to be kind to you in return. I don't get it."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Kotone could probably guess the reason for that. She had seen what happened between him and his father due to a chance encounter with a celebi. But she would not tell him now, and probably not ever.

"Ok." That was all she said.

They sat in silence for a long time, with just the sound of their breathing and heartbeats. Kotone was slowly coming to the realization of what she had done on the whim of anger. She was clad in nothing but underwear, and cradled in the arms of a boy...

The things her mother would say about this...

Then again, there were many things her mother would say if she knew the full details of her adventures.

Kotone craned her neck to look at Kanade, and found him with his eyes closed, presumably asleep. She reached up and touched his face. No reaction.

She slipped out carefully from under his arm into a kneeling position to see his face more clearly. He was frowning even in his sleep, the troubled boy.

Then, she brushed a wet strand of crimson hair away, and kissed him on the lips--just a small peck, like yanma alighting on water.

Kotone wasn't sure why she had done it. Maybe she felt thankful, or maybe it was to reassure him in his perpetual scowl. Her lips lingered in the air millimeters away, then, she pressed them lightly against his again.

Maybe, she simply wanted to.

Kanade's hand reached up to cup her face, fingers becoming entangled in her hair. Kotone started, but he did not let her break the kiss. They kept this position of neither advancing nor retreating, just savouring the sensation of each other.

Or maybe, they both wanted to.

"Sorry, I just--" Kotone blurted when they finally pulled apart. She was now straddling one of his legs, with one of his hands on her waist. The jacket had slipped halfway down her back, and she suddenly realized her front was entirely visible to the boy before her. She yelped and tried to salvage some dignity, but Kanade pulled her towards him with surprising force.

"Stop hiding. It's not like I haven't seen it before." He growled in her ear, feeling her body tremble.

"Haha." She laughed feebly in his arms, "I once said that I can't get married now that a guy saw me in my underwear."

"Yeah, I think you did."

"This makes it a second time, doesn't it."

"I guess."

Kanade's mind had been flushed with white since the first delicate kiss their shared. He held her close to his chest. Never letting her go, just wanting to feel every bit of her, because if he unraveled his arms, the distance between them would form again, and it would be harder than ever to overcome it. He knew they had to part, but at least, for this moment...

"Kanade...Kanade!" Kotone's calling of his name woke him. "You're squishing me."

He let go almost unwillingly, and contrary to what he was afraid of, she did not back away from him.

She sat on his leg, suddenly girlish and embarrassed. She was just as new to this as he, this feeling of mutual attraction and something more.

"Kanade...you once said you would take me if no one else wanted me." Kotone said awkwardly, not knowing what she was getting at.

"Well, don't underestimate yourself."

"You shouldn't, either."

Their eyes met, and as if by some invisible force, they leaned in and kissed again.

"We should stop doing that." The boy said after breaking away.

"No." Kotone squared her jaws.

"Why?"

"This way, you'd always be with me."

"We have to go our separate ways, when the rain stops." Kanade looked out to the mouth of the cave; the rain was like a white curtain.

"Yes, but one day maybe you and I--"

"Maybe."

Kotone sighed in defeat.

"For now, at least, then." she touched her forehead to his and whispered, "I don't want anyone else."

That was all he needed to hear. Kanade took her mouth in his, their tongues intertwined, tasting her and letting her do the same for him. Kotone's arms came around his neck and fingers threaded into his hair, pressing him close to her, stealing a breath or two between their affections. His hands drifted down from her hair to her neck, then her collarbone and the strap of her bra. Sliding the thin band out of the way, he bent and put his lips to the hollow of her neck, feeling her gasp. Kotone clung on to him, his tongue flicked across her collarbone. His hands, previously resting on her waist, moved up her ribs and under her bra to find her breasts. She squeaked as his thumb rubbed her nipple, already hard from the cold.

Without thinking, she reached behind to unhook her bra and fling it aside. Taking that as an invitation, Kanade put his mouth over a mound and ran his tongue across its sensitive tip, his other hand mimicking his tongue's movements. Kotone felt her spine turn to jelly, and could only drape herself over him as he continued to caress her. She sunk lower in her seat, her knee slid forward and bumped something hard, making the busy person in front of her jump.

Realizing what it was, Kotone reached down and feverishly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his fly. He was wearing boxers and she pulled that down as well--

It was the first time she had seen a man's most...private part. Kotone was curious, and wondered what kind of effect it would have on her rival if she touched it. She took hold of it, and ran her fingers along the shaft. The she squeezed the tip, making Kanade jolt.

"S-stop that." He managed to croak.

Kotone grinned, and continued her own "assault" on her rival. Watching with amusement as Kanade squirmed, sighed, and tried to hide his undoubtedly embarrassing demeanor. She was relentless, the organ in her hand steadily growing harder with every passing second.

Then, without warning, Kanade reached forward and grabbed her shoulder, fingers digging into her flesh. His crimson eyes had a feral look to them.

"Put on my jacket." He hissed an order.

"Huh?"

"Just do it!"

Barely had Kotone sloppily pulled the sleeves over her arms, Kanade scooped her up and lifted her from the ground. Then, before she knew it, her back was forced against rock, and her legs were open, wrapped around his midriff. She understood he must have meant to protect her when he ordered her to put on his jacket. Kanade supported her body, but he was also gripping her hips so hard that it hurt. It would bruise later.

"Gent...ly..." Kotone pleaded. Even though he was tender at times through his brusqueness, Kanade still had a lot to learn about cherishing girls.

He didn't answer, but his hold loosened enough to be bearable. The tip of his member grinded against her panties, which were probably wet enough to be on par with her other garments. Kotone gasped, squeezing him with her thighs and her toes curling uncontrollably. Kanade emitted a sigh in her ear and pushed harder on the thin layer of fabric, directly in front of her opening. His desire was evident.

"More...?" She asked.

"More." He answered from her neck.

They fumbled together: Kotone peeling off her panties with clumsy fingers while Kanade directed her legs. When the final piece of clothing between them was rolled up and hanging unsteadily from a leg, he gathered her body to him and dove for her lips again, hearing her whimper as he pushed himself inside her. The friction and her warmth left him precariously dizzy-headed, only Kotone's soft moans and her nails digging into his back reminded him of where he was.

"Does it hurt?" Kanade asked, thinking how childish a question it was. But he wanted to know.

"Not for long." She answered stiffly, "If you move, it won't."

He pulled out a little and thrust back experimentally. Kotone cried as the wave of pleasure rocked them both.

As if having just discovered something wondrous, Kanade thrust again and again, his strokes becoming increasingly more urgent. Kotone gasped and moaned with every movement. The rough stone wall grinded against her back even through the jacket, but her mind was so clouded by the indescribable, overwhelming sensations from her lower body that she did not notice the pain. It was probably the same for Kanade, his breathing was ragged, realized by warm puffs of air on her bare chest.

"Kanade...I, I can't--" Kotone gripped his shoulders tightly as her vision began to swim. But at least he was there with her, and they would go together.

One final plunge. Kanade groaned as Kotone's body spasmed against his, squeezing him to release and climax with her. He stood for a few moments, supporting her limp form while they gulped air as if they have been holding their breaths the entire time.

Gingerly, Kanade pulled out and placed the girl on the ground. Kotone tested her wobbly legs and found that she couldn't stand. The two sunk to the floor together.

White, murky stuff had begun to flow down her thigh. Kotone tugged her panties on--they were already wet, anyways. Then she found her bra and took off the jacket so she could put it on. They redressed in silence. Her clothes were not yet dry, so Kanade swung his jacket over her again and zipped it up so that she was decent.

They didn't know what to say or do as the awkwardness loomed over them. Kotone held one of Kanade's hands and climbed into his lap, curling up in the hollow formed by his body and against his chest. Kanade wrapped both arms around her.

"I'm tired." She finally whispered.

"Mm." He replied, nose and mouth buried in her hair.

Suddenly, she grabbed his arm.

"Kanade...what if...what if we made a kid?"

"What, then?"

"Then you have to...marry me." Kotone slurred, her eyelids drooping.

Kanade made a half-smile she couldn't see.

"If that ever happens, I guess."

"...promise...me."

She was already asleep.

"Yeah."

The rain had long subsided. But neither of them wanted to move.

-end-