Lillie ✿

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“Champion?”, Lillie paused for a second until it clicked. She was speechless for a moment since she just realized what type of person this boy, Calem is. The title champion is relatively new to her. There were no Champion trainer back home up until recently. She knew that someone who was a champion was a good strong trainer and probably went through a lot to get to where they are now. 

From the corner of his eye, he saw the way she shook her head and sigh upon seeing the unorganized mess in the cabinet. It both made him smile and his heart twinge with an indescribable ache. Kukui often didn’t care much on how the goods were place, so long as he could still make them out. It was Lillie who started to organize things to look better and he let her continue this routine, up until she left. He just didn’t bother once more, letting himself be consumed in his work and just shoving everything in there. Seeing her like this again was just…

Sigh.

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 The two got the pancake ready in minutes. Both shared a moment as the pancakes were cooking on the stove. “My adventures? Hmmm...” she paused. She wondered on where to even start. “Kanto is very different, compared to Alola, that’s for sure.”, she smiled. It was different, indeed. But in a good way. 

“Famous? How come?” 

The Delinquent and Violet both laughed at Lillie’s innocent question, with the key trader resting her chin on her hand, a lingering smirk still on her face. Her eyes studied the blonde more intently before answering.

“Vi gets into a lot of trouble around these parts, but she always manages to get out of it,” the vagabond murmured reverently. “And while the rest of this city has really forgotten about us, she keeps the peace–if you can call it that.”

“So basically, Lillie…she’s a boss bitch. That’s how you gain fame and respect down here.”

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“…Only I get to hassle you.”

That sent chills down Lillie’s spine. Mixed feelings, she wasn’t sure if that was meant to be an amusing joke or if she should feel scared. She was, however, highly uncomfortable being here and could not wait to leave. 

Morty went through his day like usual, though if one were to look closely, they could see that he was not giving one hundred percent of his focus. He paid enough attention to understand but beyond that, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything, not with how half of his attention was split. The image of the girl was fresh in his mind. She looked like a porcelain doll, honestly. Petite figure. White skin. Bright green eyes. He wondered who she was and why she kept appearing in his dream.

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Finally. After many attempts, Lillie was able to keep the young man in her presence for longer now. Even if it was just for a few moments, this time the two were able to exchange words. A simple hello there split through the man’s lips. “Hi.”, short, but with a sweet gentle smile. The follow up words that came from him...out of context, one would think he’s flirting with the girl; but it wasn’t case— the feeling was mutual. For the longest time, the girl felt alone in this space, yet oddly safe whenever this man’s presence came to be around, even if it were from brief moments. 

Riley saw the flare in her aura before her expression displayed her joy. His eyes widened slightly at the sight. The first thought that came to his mind was cute. Goodness gracious, Lillie was going to notice something was amiss if his cheeks kept warming up like this. His gaze flickered to the side, taking a few seconds to calm his slightly accelerated heart beat. Right, just collect himself. It was unbecoming of a gentleman to keep having these thoughts towards a young lady, even if she was adora–

Okay, slam the brakes. Focus.

 “Why, thank you. Such a gentleman.”, said as she entered the store while Riley held the door for her. Her tone was as of a tease and in a cute playful matter. The place was full, but not too crowded either. The smell of the pastries was sweet and aromatic and Lillie could not wait to taste the real thing. 

Lazy days of being out and about doing nothing in particular were the best, Calem mused, leaning against a railing on one of Lumiose’s many canal crossings and feeling the gentle touch of the wind blowing in from the south, bringing with it warmth and the faint smell of the riot of flowers along route 4.

In his pocket, his phone chimed. Calem frowned, fished it out, and checked the status screen. Just a reminder that he had a Battle Chateau event later that night. It was still hours out, though. Still, the moment of peace lost, he returned the phone to his pocket, stood up and stretched. As he did so, he heard a familiar snapping noise – a camera shutter. His head snapped around, trying to catch the photographer.

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Shoot! He’s coming this way!, Lillie attempted to turn around and pretend their eyes did not meet. Unfortunately, he was already close enough and addressing that he did not like having his picture taken without his permission and would like the picture be deleted. It was a perfectly reasonable request— what he was asking. The one in the wrong was Lillie, after all. 

Kukui remained frozen at the entrance, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He could only stand there and blink, still coming to terms with the sight before him. If he didn’t saw how his Pokemon interacted with her, the professor might have pegged it down as some sort of hallucination. But, with Ahi standing behind him and the heat he could feel radiating from the fire cat, Kukui had to accept that Lillie, the girl he looked after for a few short months before she went to discover herself, was really here.

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 "Hey Ahi! Hope you’ve been taking care of professor for me!”, she told the creature as it hopped off from her arms.

Ya’ve grown.

At this point Lillie didn’t even want to respond when she was called Barbie for the hundredth time. She was forced to sit on the ground, she adjusted her legs and skirt, trying her best to get comfortable and not scratch her knees— too late for that. 

Lillie listened to Violet’s story with an open mind, in a way, she could relate to what she was saying. She attempted to respond to Violet’s words, on how she was wrong to assume those things about Lillie. She was hushed before she could even say ‘You’re wrong…’. 

Violet let out a sigh of relief when Lillie reluctantly took her hand, confident that her tough love had worked its magic on the touristy blonde. They were walking in–blessed–silence along the boulevards until the Nighthawk’s newest companion decided that she had something to say. You’re wrong…

Lillie’s wavering tone and petty (in Violet’s opinion) problems did little to sway the Gang Member’s mind about her, though she seemed to at least acknowledge her initial misgivings concerning the Alolan native. Perhaps her past wasn’t so rosy after all, but still…

I’m sure things would have been different for you if…

She followed into the bar, it had bad news written all over the place. A droplet of sweat ran down the side of her cheek as Violet did all the talking. She felt eyes peering right through her, afraid to even look anywhere, her best bet was to just not make eye contact and just stare at an empty bottle of beer that someone left over the counter.

Oh boy, Violet thought as she leaned back against the wall with an exasperated groan. Here come the waterworks.

To her credit, Lillie was finally showing some semblance of a spine–the determined look on her tear-stained face was kind of cute–so the Gang Member let her justified tirade continue without interruption, save for the longest eye roll in recorded history. Arceus, she could be standing here for hours at this rate.

“Done letting it all out now, Barbie?” Violet asked softly, waiting until Lillie had burnt out her angry flame. “Look, I know that you’re a delicate Kalosian rich girl out of her element or something, so let me give you some education. Sit. Sharing time.”

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At this point Lillie didn’t even want to respond when she was called Barbie for the hundredth time. She was forced to sit on the ground, she adjusted her legs and skirt, trying her best to get comfortable and not scratch her knees— too late for that. 

Lillie listened to Violet’s story with an open mind, in a way, she could relate to what she was saying. She attempted to respond to Violet’s words, on how she was wrong to assume those things about Lillie. She was hushed before she could even say ‘You’re wrong...’. 

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Today was one of the days that he decided to get some actual work done, not on his research but his lab / home. Kukui had woken up that morning, showered and brushed his teeth before he started to check on his cupboards. He was in desperate need for grocery shopping unless he wanted to subsist purely on cream crackers and water for the rest of the week. With that plan in mind, he went through the motions of his morning routine with a smile on his lips. 

When it was time to go, Kukui grabbed the keys as he walked to the front door, thoughts filled with what sort of items he had to buy besides groceries. PokeChow for his Pokemon of course, plus a new bottle of that nice detergent that didn’t make his nose itch and irritate his skin. With how much stuff that he planned on buying, it was probably a good idea to buy some lunch instead of making it. Ah, speaking of lunch, he wondered what would Lillie like–

Ah.

The wind gently caressed her locks of hair, her hand taking a hold of her sun hat. This familiar smell, the sound of the waves, how she missed this. With her belonging on hand, she dashed quickly through the sea of people, heading straight to the lab. 

Can’t wait to see the look on his face!, she thought as she reached her destination. 

Upon arrival, she noticed the lab was awfully quiet, was he not home? Her initial instinct was to knock, but then she remembered that she still had a copy of the key. She slowly opened the door, placing her belongings next to the door. “Professor?”, she said loudly. No response coming from him, but some of the Pokémon instantly recognized her, specially Rockpuff whom dashed towards her and danced between her legs with joy. After some laughs, she picked up the puppy Pokémon in her arms. “Guess I should wait here then.”

She moved her belongings to the area of what used to be her sleeping area, it looks intact, just as she left it. The rest of the lab however looks rather messy. It was to be expected really, Lillie was the one in charge of keeping things clean and organized while professor was busy with work. 

Rockpuff barked at the sound of the door opening and rushed towards the entrance. He’s here!, Lillie thought. She, as well rushed to the ground level to greet him. After he was inside, Lillie widely smiled and gave her nostalgic greet to him like she always did when he would get home. “Welcome back, professor!”

Violet fought the urge to snatch the key ring away from her hesitant partner as Lillie fumbled with the locks, freaking out after every unsuccessful attempt. A more understanding individual might have given the poor blonde a pass–she was breaking out of a jail cell for the first time ever–but Violet had almost negative patience when it came to fragile nerves. She was just about to entertain the idea of using Lillie as a battering ram when the key and lock mercifully connected with each other.

To her credit, Lillie wasted no time in hightailing it out of the station once free, their connecting cuffs linking the two women together. While Lillie was driven by pure terror, Violet exercised a clear, calculating mindset during their breakthrough moment–conspicuous in the shiny wrist bindings, she knew that they had to make themselves disappear fast. Lillie, who had slowed down because of panic, was not helping the cause in the slightest.

“What do we do!?” 

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Lillie looked down, trying her best to hold her tears as she was being lectured. She had had enough of this, she was frustrated, tired. She gathered the strength and courage to speak, completely ignoring Violet’s question. “It’s Lillie!”, she snapped. 

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It was well past midnight by the time Morty finished the last paperwork. With one last signature, he placed down the pen and then leaned back against the chair with a deep sigh. Pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off the slight headache pounding behind his temples, he cast a glance at his bed. He was tired, the desire for sleep creeping up with each passing second. It would be so nice to finally rest his weary body but lately, he came to notice that when he closed his eyes and let sleep claim him, strange dreams would appear.

Initially, he never put much thought into it. The first time it happened, Morty woke up in the morning, feeling slightly confused for some odd reason. It felt like he should have remembered something but no matter how hard he tried, nothing came to mind. Pushing the sensation away, he went on with his day, all but forgetting about the strange feeling until he slept that night. This time, there were flashes, barely noticeable but present in the strange dark expanse. When he attempted to make sense, he would wake up, feeling rested and yet like he hadn’t slept a wink.

The heartbeat monitor kept track of Lillie’s beats. Everything was stable, yet for the past 2 weeks, she has been in a coma caused by an unfortunate event as she one evening explored the forest near Ecruteak City, Johto.