Takamiya: I have an idea for the other prompt, but it will have to wait until the game has been released in English and I've beaten it. Unfortunately, I take forever playing Pokemon games, so I can't really say when that will be...

Silver: I had something similar partially written already... It doesn't fit exactly, but it might be close enough to count. There's a reason I was taking my time writing the original version though, so I can't promise when I'll finish this one either.

With that out of the way:

Poor Rosa... She doesn't have many fanfiction yet. Then again, neither would Hugh or Nate if I weren't the one writing most of them. (The non GreySkyShippers must hate me by now.)

Kind of A.U., since Nate and Rosa technically originate from the same town.

"Is this your boyfriend?" an unfamiliar girl chirped.

Almost literally, she chirped – her voice reminded Hugh of a Chatot's, an exotic bird Pokemon known for its high-pitched, cheerful sound when it wasn't imitating others. Nate sounded much the same, in his opinion, so she had the feminine version of Nate's voice. Her hair was a lot longer but the same color brown as Nate's, or perhaps just a shade different. There was a friendly glow in her eyes, accompanied by an aura that was almost obnoxiously cheerful, so strong Hugh could practically feel it.

And that was just his impression after the first five seconds.

She was the same cutesy-but-tough type as Nate. It was impossible that they were anything but related.

"Did you have a sister you forgot to tell me about?" Hugh muttered, going unheard by everyone but himself. It didn't matter much to him; he was just making stupid comments anyway. "...That you were hiding in the basement where no one could see her for the past sixteen years, maybe?"

Somewhere between Hugh's musing and his admiration for the new girl, who was more than likely related to his boyfriend somehow and could therefore probably kick his ass in extension, it suddenly registered in his mind that they were talking about him.

At the same time Nate cooed, "Isn't he cute?" the girl exclaimed, "He's so adorable!" and not only did Hugh not like the direction this conversation was going, but the thought that they shared similarities in appearance and personality and brain waves was absolutely terrifying.

"I'm not cute!" Hugh quickly snapped at them.

It was embarrassing to have his boyfriend and some unknown girl calling him cute, but the looks on their faces implied that they'd already managed to forget he was standing right next to them on top of that. Nate even blinked in surprise.

Now that he'd caught their attention, Hugh continued, getting right to the point, "Is this what you called me here for? Because I don't really want to get involved with your little family reunion."

Both of their faces lit up, and Hugh immediately worried that perhaps he had made a mistake, though he almost couldn't figure out what.

"You remember Rosa?" Nate asked hopefully.

He wasn't fond of Nate's puppy face whenever the boy felt let down, but unfortunately...

"No, I don't. Who's Rosa?"

Hugh was fairly certain he'd never heard of this "Rosa" person before, and by extension there was no way he could remember her. He had no idea what Nate was talking about.

"It's been years, Nate, so he probably doesn't remember!" the girl piped up. "I didn't remember either until you reminded me."

Nate looked a little disappointed, but thankfully there was at least one difference between them, and it was that Rosa happened to be more on the rational side. If not melodramatic and exactly like Nate when she stepped forward to grab his hands in an unecessary motion that was exactly like something Nate would do. Hugh scowled, but went unnoticed.

"When we were really young, the three of us went to school together," Rosa explained. "But only for a year, because the year after you moved here, I moved away..."

"She's my cousin," Nate added.

"Um... That sounds vaguely familiar, I guess? Do you have anything more specific I could remember her by?"

"Of course!" Nate replied, in a cheerful tone that always gave Hugh a split second warning that he'd probably just asked a question he didn't want to hear the answer to. "Rosa started the food fight in the cafeteria when we were in the third grade. And she stuck gum in your hair, pushed you down in the hallways, and there was that one occasion she tried pouring milk down your shirt-"

"If I recall correctly," Hugh muttered through gritted teeth, "she also attempted to shave you bald once."

Suddenly, he remembered this girl. He wasn't liking the memories much.

"Yeah, that was her!" Nate agreed. "She's a lot nicer now, but it's pretty funny to think about all that crazy stuff she did back then, huh?"

Hugh didn't quite agree. Rosa didn't even look like she had any regrets as she stood next to him, nearly doubled-over with laughter. And doing a terrible job of hiding how proud she must have felt back then, knowing she'd made their lives hell.

"I-I'm sorry, Hugh!"

At least she had the decency to apologize, though she wasn't convincing Hugh that she meant it.

"Save it, why don't you..." he grumbled.

But since Nate insisted she were nicer now, Hugh would have to believe him.

The boy was currently blocking his only way out of the room, after all.

"S-so... that was a good laugh, but how about we get back on topic?" Rosa asked, eventually finding the breath to speak again.

To Hugh, who hadn't found the situation funny to begin with, that seemed to have taken far longer than it needed to. Then he remembered what their last topic of conversation had been, and he nearly cursed them out on the spot.

"Okay, smile!" she cheered, holding up her phone.

Nate grabbed Hugh before he could protest, pulling him so close their cheeks were touching, practically smashed together, and Hugh somehow heard the shutters of a camera phone closing over his own attempts at protesting.

Rosa looked at the screen thoughtfully while Hugh returned to scowling, somehow realizing that a struggle against Nate wouldn't get him very far at the moment. "Hm... it's not bad, but..."

"What exactly did you need a picture of us for?" Hugh asked bluntly.

"For her online blog-slash-scrapbook."

"...What?"

"That's right," Rosa smiled. "I'm keeping an online blog-slash-scrapbook, just like he said, and won't you guys look cute on the cover of it?"

She turned the phone around so they could see. Nate looked relatively normal, if his goofy grin constituted as normal. Hugh, on the other hand, looked like a Yamask had just appeared in his bedroom, frozen mid-struggle against Nate.

For a moment, he was simply stunned into silence.

"Man, you guys are so cute together," Rosa continued, probably talking to herself. Hugh stared after her as she walked away, struck with mild disbelief.

Noticing his boyfriend gaping, Nate made an attempt to comfort him: "Oh, don't worry, she's like that with all her friends the rest of our family, too. She was showing me her scrapbook before I invited you over. We agreed that it would be a good idea to add another picture."

"...Wait, she showed you the scrapbook?"

"Uh, yeah," Nate replied, giving him a look like, 'That's so obvious, how could you miss it?'. "It's a public scrapbook, she just loaded it on my computer and showed me all the stuff she's been doing since the last time we met."

Hugh didn't hear the rest of it; his mind was stuck on one word. It took another minute for that word to click, with the amount of shock he'd already suffered in one day.

...Public...

"I thought you said she wasn't evil anymore!" he screamed.

...So far, this one was the most difficult to write. I kind of missed the mark with it, which is why I also didn't add the "prompt" in the description, but hopefully the amount of bullied and embarrassed Hugh makes up for it?

(I'm surprised I made Rosa kind of evil. It doesn't fit with my normal idea of her.)