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they're friends, nothing more. isn't that so? [brock/leaf]
pokemon; friendship/romance; g; 450 words
Every Monday at six o’clock she is there, waiting for him on the bench outside the gym. As he locks up for the day she chats with his assistants, telling them all about her latest trip to Orre or Almia or wherever it is she’s returning from this time, showing off her fanciful souvenirs and commemorative photos.
When he steps out the door her eyes brighten and she clings to his arm, chattering away happily, and his assistants give him a collective look that says, “oh, we see how it is”.
But he’s not so sure they do. He and Leaf are friends, nothing more. She’s sixteen years old, a little devilish in her ways and an adept Pokemon trainer, but sixteen all the same, still traveling the world off of daddy’s money. And he is twenty-three, an age which seemed young once upon a time, before she started hanging around.
In truth, he’s not even sure why she visits him. From her stories, it’s obvious that she knows people (men) from all around the world - connections to Red and Green and Lance, phone calls from Steven and Will and Wallace and Flint. Constantly on the move, Leaf seems to meet someone new every day, and the list of contacts in her PokeNav is epic in scope.
(She calls herself an adventurer, says she can’t be in one place for too long, and he wonders what she really thinks of him, the small-town gym leader who’s never left Kanto.)
And so he tells himself he’s lucky to even be her friend. She could be spending her Mondays with the elite, on the arm of some Champion or another, instead of wandering with him through the familiar halls of the Pewter Museum of Science.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this place?” he asks as they stand in front of the fossil exhibit for what feels like the hundredth time.
She just smiles and shakes her head. “Not if I’m with you.”
--
The next Monday, for the first time in his tenure as a gym leader, Brock presses the gym key into the outstretched hand of his assistant. The young man stares at him in astonishment.
“I’m taking a trip,” he says, grinning broadly. “To Sinnoh. Take care of the gym while I’m gone, alright?”
“But Brock - ”
“I’ll see you in a week!” he calls over his shoulder, heading south across town to Route 2. If he wants to make the evening ferry in Vermilion, he’ll have to hurry, though it’s not so much missing the boat that he’s worried about. Leaf’s a busy girl, after all, and keeping her waiting is never a good idea.
As if on cue, his PokeNav begins to ring.
pokemon; friendship/romance; g; 450 words
Every Monday at six o’clock she is there, waiting for him on the bench outside the gym. As he locks up for the day she chats with his assistants, telling them all about her latest trip to Orre or Almia or wherever it is she’s returning from this time, showing off her fanciful souvenirs and commemorative photos.
When he steps out the door her eyes brighten and she clings to his arm, chattering away happily, and his assistants give him a collective look that says, “oh, we see how it is”.
But he’s not so sure they do. He and Leaf are friends, nothing more. She’s sixteen years old, a little devilish in her ways and an adept Pokemon trainer, but sixteen all the same, still traveling the world off of daddy’s money. And he is twenty-three, an age which seemed young once upon a time, before she started hanging around.
In truth, he’s not even sure why she visits him. From her stories, it’s obvious that she knows people (men) from all around the world - connections to Red and Green and Lance, phone calls from Steven and Will and Wallace and Flint. Constantly on the move, Leaf seems to meet someone new every day, and the list of contacts in her PokeNav is epic in scope.
(She calls herself an adventurer, says she can’t be in one place for too long, and he wonders what she really thinks of him, the small-town gym leader who’s never left Kanto.)
And so he tells himself he’s lucky to even be her friend. She could be spending her Mondays with the elite, on the arm of some Champion or another, instead of wandering with him through the familiar halls of the Pewter Museum of Science.
“Don’t you ever get tired of this place?” he asks as they stand in front of the fossil exhibit for what feels like the hundredth time.
She just smiles and shakes her head. “Not if I’m with you.”
--
The next Monday, for the first time in his tenure as a gym leader, Brock presses the gym key into the outstretched hand of his assistant. The young man stares at him in astonishment.
“I’m taking a trip,” he says, grinning broadly. “To Sinnoh. Take care of the gym while I’m gone, alright?”
“But Brock - ”
“I’ll see you in a week!” he calls over his shoulder, heading south across town to Route 2. If he wants to make the evening ferry in Vermilion, he’ll have to hurry, though it’s not so much missing the boat that he’s worried about. Leaf’s a busy girl, after all, and keeping her waiting is never a good idea.
As if on cue, his PokeNav begins to ring.