fic: Tiny Dancer
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bonnefoisTitle: Tiny Dancer
Series: Pokémon
Character/pairing: Barry/Lucas
Rating: G
Word count: 800
Author's note: for Mels, because she's been sick and there's only so many macros of puking cats I can send her. Follows Kinetic and Postcards From Pastoria in a fic verse now entitled Rush Hour. Retains Diamond from Adventures eating habits, because adorable.
Even when he wasn't battling, Lucas tried to let out his pokémon whenever possible. If it meant he was walking through Hearthome city with a giant Tyrannitar following close behind at his heels, then so be it. And really, it'd only been mistaken for Godzilla about to rampage the cities once or twice. Today, it was Kirlia he let out. It pirouetted with happiness, nearly tipping over right into one of the ponds of Pokémon Mansion. Lucas sat back and smiled. It was a warm day, with only a faint drifting through the many gardens. The ponds faintly rippled, and a Goldeen surfaced for a moment before disappearing back into the water.
In the reflection of the pond, he could see the Kirlia hopping about, the reflection of upside down sky like the Distortion World.
"This isn't far from where I caught you, now isn't it?" He said.
Kirlia let out a happy cry.
"It's like coming home," Lucas said.
"Coming home to where?"
Lucas turned to see Barry rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Barry's bedhead hair looked about the same as usual, just even more mussed messy. He let a long yawn.
"What gives? I woke up, almost ran into a maid and you weren't there," Barry said.
"You overslept again," Lucas said.
"Yeah, well...probably. It was a long night. I fought five maids in a row!" He yawned again. "Hey, what's up with your Kirlia?" Barry asked.
Lucas looked over, and saw that his Kirlia was spinning so much that it looked like it might take off, flying into the air like a little ballet helicopter. If it'd been happy before, it was positively jubilant now. In fact, it was the happiest Lucas had ever seen it.
Lucas shrugged. "It's happy to be home. It sort of looks like you, now."
"Whaaat? I'm not wearing a tutu!" Barry said.
"Because it's hyper, silly," Lucas said. He playfully punched Barry's arm.
"Yeah, well, I'm too tired to defend my title of ultimate hyperness," Barry said. He raised his arms and yawned again, and then fell-leaned into Lucas, until they were both falling and sprawled out on the grass, laughing like idiots.
For a moment Barry got this look his face, completely mischievous and the sort of look that usually got them rushing into trouble. Then he was sneaking his hands under Lucas's shirt with a tickle tickle! Lucas was trying to get away, laughing so hard he could barely breathe as Barry thoroughly tickled him. He was kicking his legs, getting the back of his shirt extremely grass stained in the process.
"Ow, you kicked my shin!"
"Hybarry uses tickle attack. It's super effective," Lucas said, his voice comically flat.
"Wait, wait, Hybarry? That can't be my pokémon name, Lucasducas," Barry said.
"Lucasducas? That's not even trying!" Lucas said.
Barry rolled off him, a look of determination. "Okay, we'll decide this once and for all."
"You're obviously an electric type with that hair. You look like a Jolteon," Lucas said.
Barry playfully stuck out his tongue. "Yeah, well you'll be Lucasmunch, the unknown evolution of Snorlax with the way you eat!"
"Lucasmunch uses tackle attack," Lucas said. And he did, until they were rolling about in the grass, laughing even more between playful bouts of tussling. Eventually they're both on their backs, staring up at the sky. His Kirlia is dancing up a storm near them. Thankfully, not literally as the day remains clear and beautiful.
"There has to be a reason it's like that...I'll check my pokédex," Barry said.
He reached down to his pocket, and then let his hand fall back into the grass.
"Oh yeah, I never got one. I keep forgetting," Barry said.
"It doesn't need a reason to dance, does it? It's happy, and that's good enough for me," Lucas said. He stretched, and Barry suddenly pushed himself up.
"Hey, you wanna get food? I hear the mansion guy is going to be serving up food for the trainers," Barry said.
"Who's the Snolax evolution now, Hybarrymucy," Lucas said.
"Hey, I'm a growing boy! And look at how much energy I'm going to use up racing you to there!"
And without warning, Barry was pushing himself up and racing off. Lucas shook his head, a big grin on his face as he pushed up and followed.
In the gardens, Kirlia danced and danced.
—
Kirlia: If its Trainer becomes happy, it overflows with energy, dancing joyously while spinning about. - Platinum Pokédex.
Series: Pokémon
Character/pairing: Barry/Lucas
Rating: G
Word count: 800
Author's note: for Mels, because she's been sick and there's only so many macros of puking cats I can send her. Follows Kinetic and Postcards From Pastoria in a fic verse now entitled Rush Hour. Retains Diamond from Adventures eating habits, because adorable.
Even when he wasn't battling, Lucas tried to let out his pokémon whenever possible. If it meant he was walking through Hearthome city with a giant Tyrannitar following close behind at his heels, then so be it. And really, it'd only been mistaken for Godzilla about to rampage the cities once or twice. Today, it was Kirlia he let out. It pirouetted with happiness, nearly tipping over right into one of the ponds of Pokémon Mansion. Lucas sat back and smiled. It was a warm day, with only a faint drifting through the many gardens. The ponds faintly rippled, and a Goldeen surfaced for a moment before disappearing back into the water.
In the reflection of the pond, he could see the Kirlia hopping about, the reflection of upside down sky like the Distortion World.
"This isn't far from where I caught you, now isn't it?" He said.
Kirlia let out a happy cry.
"It's like coming home," Lucas said.
"Coming home to where?"
Lucas turned to see Barry rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Barry's bedhead hair looked about the same as usual, just even more mussed messy. He let a long yawn.
"What gives? I woke up, almost ran into a maid and you weren't there," Barry said.
"You overslept again," Lucas said.
"Yeah, well...probably. It was a long night. I fought five maids in a row!" He yawned again. "Hey, what's up with your Kirlia?" Barry asked.
Lucas looked over, and saw that his Kirlia was spinning so much that it looked like it might take off, flying into the air like a little ballet helicopter. If it'd been happy before, it was positively jubilant now. In fact, it was the happiest Lucas had ever seen it.
Lucas shrugged. "It's happy to be home. It sort of looks like you, now."
"Whaaat? I'm not wearing a tutu!" Barry said.
"Because it's hyper, silly," Lucas said. He playfully punched Barry's arm.
"Yeah, well, I'm too tired to defend my title of ultimate hyperness," Barry said. He raised his arms and yawned again, and then fell-leaned into Lucas, until they were both falling and sprawled out on the grass, laughing like idiots.
For a moment Barry got this look his face, completely mischievous and the sort of look that usually got them rushing into trouble. Then he was sneaking his hands under Lucas's shirt with a tickle tickle! Lucas was trying to get away, laughing so hard he could barely breathe as Barry thoroughly tickled him. He was kicking his legs, getting the back of his shirt extremely grass stained in the process.
"Ow, you kicked my shin!"
"Hybarry uses tickle attack. It's super effective," Lucas said, his voice comically flat.
"Wait, wait, Hybarry? That can't be my pokémon name, Lucasducas," Barry said.
"Lucasducas? That's not even trying!" Lucas said.
Barry rolled off him, a look of determination. "Okay, we'll decide this once and for all."
"You're obviously an electric type with that hair. You look like a Jolteon," Lucas said.
Barry playfully stuck out his tongue. "Yeah, well you'll be Lucasmunch, the unknown evolution of Snorlax with the way you eat!"
"Lucasmunch uses tackle attack," Lucas said. And he did, until they were rolling about in the grass, laughing even more between playful bouts of tussling. Eventually they're both on their backs, staring up at the sky. His Kirlia is dancing up a storm near them. Thankfully, not literally as the day remains clear and beautiful.
"There has to be a reason it's like that...I'll check my pokédex," Barry said.
He reached down to his pocket, and then let his hand fall back into the grass.
"Oh yeah, I never got one. I keep forgetting," Barry said.
"It doesn't need a reason to dance, does it? It's happy, and that's good enough for me," Lucas said. He stretched, and Barry suddenly pushed himself up.
"Hey, you wanna get food? I hear the mansion guy is going to be serving up food for the trainers," Barry said.
"Who's the Snolax evolution now, Hybarrymucy," Lucas said.
"Hey, I'm a growing boy! And look at how much energy I'm going to use up racing you to there!"
And without warning, Barry was pushing himself up and racing off. Lucas shook his head, a big grin on his face as he pushed up and followed.
In the gardens, Kirlia danced and danced.
—
Kirlia: If its Trainer becomes happy, it overflows with energy, dancing joyously while spinning about. - Platinum Pokédex.
