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they’d go on their honeymoon, on their big champion vacation, they’d go and do their - their - battle tree thing, and yellow would visit within the next year, maybe, just like she’d promised the last time her and green had spoken over the phone, but now - 

gawking like a fish at the news on the tv of the alola situation has her worried sick. she’d only been having a walk through the city, perusing past shops, when she stopped at one window full of tvs of varying sizes, and there it was - in plain view, shots of alola wrecked under what seemed to be huge, monstrous pokemon. among the views, he’d spotted one of what seemed to be her two friends at the battle tree, helping out others, and she --

immediately, she turns and starts running directly to the airport.

bumping into crowds, pushing people aside, she lets out ‘sorry’s and ‘please, i’m in a hurry’, as she scrolls her phone for the quickest flight, skims through her wallet to hope she has enough pokedollars on hand, and lucky, she does, having just won a particularly hard trainer,

“c’mon, chuchu.” she grits out, the pikachu on her shoulder letting out a loud ‘pika!’ as it feels the energy, the worry, radiating off it’s trainer - and steels itself for an incoming battle. 

“all this fighting over names..maybe i’m biased, since i never had any parents to give me names, but..! I think whatever name they choose is fine, as long as they don’t get mad when a kid decides their own name later, once they’re older and know better.”

“Don’t sell yaself short, Yellow. Just cause I battled the Elite Four don’t mean I won. Mewtwo I couldn’t beat either. He let me catch him actually. It was a sort of trust exercise. I’m still leagues behind Green and Red, ya know? I’m sure ya’ve done a lot yaself as well. A lot can happen in a year and knowin’ ya, you’re probably way stronger than I am,” she replies with a smile full of sincerity. Yellow was a very talented individual. Sure she wasn’t much for battling preferring to heal instead, but her battle ability was still unique and had a league of its own!

Of course it seemed Red weighed on the blonde’s mind. Blue knew exactly where he was. He was once again at Mt. Silver trying to get stronger, trying to avoid the world around him. If it weren’t for Green’s constant pursuits, they’d never see Red. She was pretty sure those two were in love or something. But she couldn’t tell Yellow his location. She was too worried that the girl would chase up that mountain… its too much for her, Blue thought. 

“Some day, we’ll be together. But now, lets think about right here, right now. Ya and me are together right now, let’s focus on that~” She pats her on the head in junction with a wink. 

“I’ve grown up a bit since last time. Longer hair, ditched the hat, no more mini skirts. I cant help but feel more confident too. Lots changed. But you’re also the reason for that confidence boost. Had to grow up so I could support ya. Thanks for thinkin’ I’m pretty, but really, I’m average. You’re the looker. A year does so much.” Blue wouldn’t admit it, but she was fairly attracted to the way Yellow looked. So strong, and so independent. But she was beautiful too. With her sweet heart she was such a fine woman. But Blue could never admit that out of fear for their relationship as it was–just like she did with Green. 

She felt that if Yellow were to find a significant other, she’d maybe feel much more despair than whenever Green did. That was something Yellow needn’t know for both their sake’s.

initially yellow’s smile only seemed to brighten, ready to support her friend so wholeheartedly, but the way that blue seems to play down her own achievements - and her own appearance - has her placing a hand on the brunette’s, squeezing it tight and almost adoringly. with a softened look that said ‘why do you do that?’, yellow only steps closer, still smiling - albeit it’s gotten smaller.

“you’re selling yourself short too.” her eyes are twinkling with admiration, voice soft with empathy, as expected of the healer. “being able to battle the elite four...successfully passing a trust exercise to catch mewtwo...red and green set impossibly high standards, i get it. but you’re right up there with them too. it’s not everyday you can say mewtwo has endeared itself to just any ol’ regular trainer!” with that, she giggles, before glancing down at the hand she’s yet to let go of.

    She smiles and leans over to stroke Elise’s fur. It fills her with warmth to see her pokémon so happy. “You’re being too modest. That’s still amazing, no matter how you spin it! To have the ability to connect with pokémon on an emotional level and to help ease their pain… that’s a wonderful gift! It’s like something straight out of a fairy tale!”

    The way Yellow so casually mentions being a child of Viridian Forest piques her interest. In all her extensive research before traveling to Kanto, she had never heard anything about them. “Are all children of Viridian like you? With the powers, I mean.”

shaking her head with a smile, she allows chuchu, her pikachu, to crawl up her arm and nuzzle onto her. she enjoys basking in her pokemon’s love, and to feel the equally amiable friendship radiating from the other trainer and her own companion, something she’s gotten used to over time, traveling from place to place where pokemon seemed so adored and loved.

“being complimented on it never gets easier, if i’m honest.” yellow giggles in response, still just as humble and sheepish as ever. she does contemplate the other trainer’s question, though, wonder welling in that thoughtful look she held.

    “Whoa!” Rosa blurts out as she runs over to Elise. A quick scan of her pokémon confirms that all her battle wounds are, indeed healed. Elise herself seems more vibrant, her usual cheerful demeanor increased ten-fold.

    What?! How… is this possible?

    Eyes as wide as saucers, Rosa turns to the yellow healer and eagerly shakes her hand in greeting. “My name is Rosa and this is Elise. That was AMAZING! How did you do that?”

it’d been a while since anyone questioned her on that during her travels, but she’s used to the question by now, having dealt with all too many reactions of shock and surprise and, her personal favorite, the curiosity and wonder that swelled up in small children insisting she was some kind of magic princess.

offering a small, sheepish laugh, she shakes her head.

“Sometimes you just have to know how to read a woman, my precious little spring angel. Your words say no but your face says yes.”

“I can be a switch if you prefer~”