fic: Postcards From Pastoria
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bonnefoisTitle: Postcards from Pastoria
Series: Pokémon
Character/pairing: Lucas/Barry
Rating: PG
Word count: 1135
Author's Note: I promised Melly fic, and so here it is. Part of the Rush Hour ficverse
Pastoria had changed a lot since they'd last been there. For one, the Crogunk cut out now had a Jynx companion, presumably intended to be its girlfriend. Barry had this thing with cut outs. Every time he found one, he'd go towards it like a heat seeking missile, except instead of heat, he seemed to thrive on dorkiness. There was, in fact, an entire album with them posing in cut outs, where Barry always ran faster and claimed the muscley guy and Lucas always got the girl in the bikini. Now the only difference was it was of pokémon, as Barry grinned and Lucas didn't, with yet another picture with him with ridiculously large breasts.
They parted ways at the marshes, because Barry was itching to trek through disgusting muck, and Lucas had already caught his fair share of pokémon from there. Besides, Lucas had plenty of supplies to get, so he went through his list, checking it with more care than Barry ever would. If Barry was shopping, he'd probably make a paper airplane out of the list, and then get sweets instead.
On the rack there was a picture of a little seaside vista. He bought two, and addressed them at the side of the counter, one for his mom and one for Barry's. She'd gotten pretty used to all of Barry's notes home having his handwriting. Given that she'd known him even longer than Lucas had, he figured she'd understand. He put them in the mailbox just outside, wish you were here, hope you're having fun, your son.
It was no surprise to have Barry standing outside waiting for him, already shivering with excitement, practically hopping in place he was so wound up.
"You're too slow! I should fine you ten million yen for this!" he said.
"I don't have ten million yen, especially not after getting supplies," Lucas said genially.
"Look, look what I got!" Barry said, already forgetting whatever conversation which had become before. It was a common trait of his, one which Lucas had gotten used to through the years.
Barry held up a camouflage ball. A bundle of tangled vines came out of it. It let out a chirp of its name.
"Nice catch," Lucas said. He bent down, and scratched its head. It didn't draw back, so he figured it must've had a nature that matched its trainer's.
"You read the pokédex entry, right? There's only one thing left to do!"
Barry bent down and made his hand almost like a claw, then he began to tickle the Tangela. First it began to shudder, its cries sounding like laughter, and then it began to roll about, back and forth as Barry cooed cooochie cooochie cooo! at it, tickling it all the way.
They gained some notice from a pair across the way, including some curious looks from their Pikachu. But Barry, as always, never noticed when he was drawing a crowd. He was rarely embarrassed, leaving Lucas to soothe whoever he had offended, and be embarrassed on his behalf.
This time, however, Lucas wasn't embarrassed. This time he was smiling, amused at Barry's antics, and his newest little friend.
Barry looked up abruptly, which gave the Tangela chance to finally stop spasming in laughter on the ground and hop up.
"I think I should call it Squishy," Barry said.
"Squishy?" Lucas asked.
Barry plucked up the Tangela and hugged it close to his chest. "Squishy," he said. The Tangela made little chittering sounds, obviously quite happy with the attention.
"Huh, I should go show Squishy to Master Wake!" Barry said. He got that bright look in his eyes,
like Crusher Wake was just the coolest, most handsome awesome person ever. And then he was off, with Squishy in tow.
Lucas sighed and pushed himself up. He drew a line with his shoe in the dirt. "Nice to see you, Lucas. I'm happy to travel with you, Lucas. You're awesome, Lucas. Thanks, Barry. You didn't need to mention it," he mumbled.
Barry hadn't looked at him like that. He was just old friend Lucas, the one who got him out of all the trouble and ensure he ate well and took care of him.
But then, there was Barry peeking around the edge of the door.
"Come oooooon, it won't be the same if you're not there when I show Master Wake! Besides, we gotta hurry so we can make it to that mansion place, I hear their gardens are really cool, and we get to fight maids!"
"I'm coming!" Lucas said, smiling despite himself.
Barry didn't look at anybody else like that, like he trusted Lucas and didn't want to be without him. Like he only wanted to go off on stupid adventures and take tons of pictures of them tubing down the beach, water pokémon in tow.
"What, are you being stupidjealous again?" Barry said. "You totally have that stupidjealous look."
Lucas rubbed at his cheek. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said. "And that isn't even a word!"
"Nu-uh. It is now, because you made it so," Barry said.
Lucas just shook his head. There were times—more often than not—that there was no reasoning with Barry. Except, it was rarely a problem as Barry would forget about whatever it was approximately two seconds later.
Barry took one look at the gym, with its twisted water puzzle, and the grin went right off his face.
"I forgot about that," he said. "Forget it, that's way too much work. I'll show him later. Let's go get lunch, last one there pays!"
And then Barry was bounded out, his Squishy letting out happy cries at the speed. Man, those two were well matched. Lucas took his time going out, leaving the water gym behind. He always ended up paying, but he never really minded.
He walked on towards the restaurant, enjoying the faint whiff of salt on the air from the beach road they'd came from. You could just catch the sounds and scents of the sea from here if the wind was blowing the right way. They were all opposites, Lucas a quiet thinker to Barry's absence of thought, his desperate fast paced life. He was the one who kept Barry from running headfirst into walls, or falling into the hole he never saw because he was always looking ahead.
And he could just see it now, Barry tapping his foot, frustrated and impatient, but quickly turning to forgiveness and a bright smile. Lucas didn't hurry himself as he walked on; Barry did enough hurrying for both of them.
Series: Pokémon
Character/pairing: Lucas/Barry
Rating: PG
Word count: 1135
Author's Note: I promised Melly fic, and so here it is. Part of the Rush Hour ficverse
Pastoria had changed a lot since they'd last been there. For one, the Crogunk cut out now had a Jynx companion, presumably intended to be its girlfriend. Barry had this thing with cut outs. Every time he found one, he'd go towards it like a heat seeking missile, except instead of heat, he seemed to thrive on dorkiness. There was, in fact, an entire album with them posing in cut outs, where Barry always ran faster and claimed the muscley guy and Lucas always got the girl in the bikini. Now the only difference was it was of pokémon, as Barry grinned and Lucas didn't, with yet another picture with him with ridiculously large breasts.
They parted ways at the marshes, because Barry was itching to trek through disgusting muck, and Lucas had already caught his fair share of pokémon from there. Besides, Lucas had plenty of supplies to get, so he went through his list, checking it with more care than Barry ever would. If Barry was shopping, he'd probably make a paper airplane out of the list, and then get sweets instead.
On the rack there was a picture of a little seaside vista. He bought two, and addressed them at the side of the counter, one for his mom and one for Barry's. She'd gotten pretty used to all of Barry's notes home having his handwriting. Given that she'd known him even longer than Lucas had, he figured she'd understand. He put them in the mailbox just outside, wish you were here, hope you're having fun, your son.
It was no surprise to have Barry standing outside waiting for him, already shivering with excitement, practically hopping in place he was so wound up.
"You're too slow! I should fine you ten million yen for this!" he said.
"I don't have ten million yen, especially not after getting supplies," Lucas said genially.
"Look, look what I got!" Barry said, already forgetting whatever conversation which had become before. It was a common trait of his, one which Lucas had gotten used to through the years.
Barry held up a camouflage ball. A bundle of tangled vines came out of it. It let out a chirp of its name.
"Nice catch," Lucas said. He bent down, and scratched its head. It didn't draw back, so he figured it must've had a nature that matched its trainer's.
"You read the pokédex entry, right? There's only one thing left to do!"
Barry bent down and made his hand almost like a claw, then he began to tickle the Tangela. First it began to shudder, its cries sounding like laughter, and then it began to roll about, back and forth as Barry cooed cooochie cooochie cooo! at it, tickling it all the way.
They gained some notice from a pair across the way, including some curious looks from their Pikachu. But Barry, as always, never noticed when he was drawing a crowd. He was rarely embarrassed, leaving Lucas to soothe whoever he had offended, and be embarrassed on his behalf.
This time, however, Lucas wasn't embarrassed. This time he was smiling, amused at Barry's antics, and his newest little friend.
Barry looked up abruptly, which gave the Tangela chance to finally stop spasming in laughter on the ground and hop up.
"I think I should call it Squishy," Barry said.
"Squishy?" Lucas asked.
Barry plucked up the Tangela and hugged it close to his chest. "Squishy," he said. The Tangela made little chittering sounds, obviously quite happy with the attention.
"Huh, I should go show Squishy to Master Wake!" Barry said. He got that bright look in his eyes,
like Crusher Wake was just the coolest, most handsome awesome person ever. And then he was off, with Squishy in tow.
Lucas sighed and pushed himself up. He drew a line with his shoe in the dirt. "Nice to see you, Lucas. I'm happy to travel with you, Lucas. You're awesome, Lucas. Thanks, Barry. You didn't need to mention it," he mumbled.
Barry hadn't looked at him like that. He was just old friend Lucas, the one who got him out of all the trouble and ensure he ate well and took care of him.
But then, there was Barry peeking around the edge of the door.
"Come oooooon, it won't be the same if you're not there when I show Master Wake! Besides, we gotta hurry so we can make it to that mansion place, I hear their gardens are really cool, and we get to fight maids!"
"I'm coming!" Lucas said, smiling despite himself.
Barry didn't look at anybody else like that, like he trusted Lucas and didn't want to be without him. Like he only wanted to go off on stupid adventures and take tons of pictures of them tubing down the beach, water pokémon in tow.
"What, are you being stupidjealous again?" Barry said. "You totally have that stupidjealous look."
Lucas rubbed at his cheek. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said. "And that isn't even a word!"
"Nu-uh. It is now, because you made it so," Barry said.
Lucas just shook his head. There were times—more often than not—that there was no reasoning with Barry. Except, it was rarely a problem as Barry would forget about whatever it was approximately two seconds later.
Barry took one look at the gym, with its twisted water puzzle, and the grin went right off his face.
"I forgot about that," he said. "Forget it, that's way too much work. I'll show him later. Let's go get lunch, last one there pays!"
And then Barry was bounded out, his Squishy letting out happy cries at the speed. Man, those two were well matched. Lucas took his time going out, leaving the water gym behind. He always ended up paying, but he never really minded.
He walked on towards the restaurant, enjoying the faint whiff of salt on the air from the beach road they'd came from. You could just catch the sounds and scents of the sea from here if the wind was blowing the right way. They were all opposites, Lucas a quiet thinker to Barry's absence of thought, his desperate fast paced life. He was the one who kept Barry from running headfirst into walls, or falling into the hole he never saw because he was always looking ahead.
And he could just see it now, Barry tapping his foot, frustrated and impatient, but quickly turning to forgiveness and a bright smile. Lucas didn't hurry himself as he walked on; Barry did enough hurrying for both of them.
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Date: 2012-04-03 08:46 pm (UTC)