Sorry if double posts are taboo here, didn't mean to do that. I'll be better next time if they are. Just... not sure at all.
However, the person that a good half of you are going 'WHA!?' on in the paragraphs below does in fact exist in the H!P world. She's just Very. Obscure.
And yes, that is Reina. I'm not going to keep you in suspense for this one ^^
Chapter 4 :: Enter Wonkified China?
The restaurant smelled sweetly of fresh fruit and pastries when they walked in, Kamei first, followed by Yoshizawa, who was warily eyeing anyone that dared look.
“This place smells beautiful!” Kamei said happily, grinning at Yoshizawa. The older woman grinned right back at her, before glaring at people some more. Kamei paid no heed. In her arms was Naetoru, who was drooling the moment he spotted a small bowl of fruit in the display case.
As trainer and pokemon stared, their stomachs grumbled. Yoshizawa burst into laughter as they rubbed their tummies in unison.
“You two are so cute!” the woman pointed out, leading Kamei to the counter, where a young man beamed at them.
“Ah! Yoshizawa-san, I see you brought a date with you this time!”
Blush made its way to Kamei’s cheeks, but the elder woman just waved it off.
“Nah. Kid’s just hungry, and we’re just gonna talk shop…”
“Sure you are.”
The young man eyed Kamei suspiciously, but got a rather angry glare from Naetoru in return.
“I mean… so, what’ll you have today? The specials are … uhm…”
He faltered, as Naetoru hopped out of Kamei’s arms and onto the counter, still glaring, which was strange for the creature to do.
“Erg… Fresh… cantelope… and… strawberry… bowl… and… uhm…”
“Can I get something sweet and sugary?” Kamei finally blurted, paying absolutely no heed to her pokemon. Yoshizawa had not seemed to pay attention either.
“Huh? Oh… sweet, sugary… what do you want?” the man asked. After a moment, Yoshizawa finally glanced down at Naetoru, and grinned again.
“Ah, and your fear of turtles resurfaces! You thought you got rid of those, didn't you?”
She let out a laugh, as the boy gave her a pout.
“That is NOT funny Yoshizawa-san!”
“No, I think it’s hilarious… kid, go for something with chocolate. Always does the body good…”
Kamei blinked, quickly picking Naetoru up and edging over to the display case, hopefully to find something good and chocolate-y, while Yoshizawa teased the boy.
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“Where’d they go!?”
Niigaki let out a whine as she whirled around in place for the fifth or sixth time. They left her! How dare they!?
Chikorita looked just as heartbroken.
“Chiko…”
“I know! They’re so mean!”
She snorted angrily, and, with her arms crossed against her chest, she started walking in a random direction. Her cheeks were puffed out, and Chikorita, who followed behind, looked like a small, four legged version of her trainer, complete with angered look on her face and all.
It was not long before Niigaki randomly turned a corner and ran into someone.
“OH! I’m so sorry!” she said, anger suddenly fleeing, “I didn’t mean to! Are you alright?”
The woman sighed, holding what appeared to be a small Squirtle in her arms. She didn’t look like much. The woman was Yoshizawa’s height, with long, black hair, and piercing, dark eyes. She was real slender too, but not like Yoshizawa, who looked more stick and muscle than this woman. This woman could be on the cover of a magazine in a simple bathing suit and still look beautiful.
Which reminded Niigaki she needed to get Yoshizawa to eat more food. Woman was too busy flirting and training and training and flirting to pay attention to her unhealthy habits.
“I’m fine, just utterly quiet these days.”
She had a beautiful voice too. It was on level, not to high, or too low, and it was full of the beauty that Niigaki expeted.
The woman noted the Chikorita, who glared at the woman’s Squirtle menacingly.
“Oh! Are you a trainer?” the woman queried. Niigaki grinned.
“Yep! Niigaki Risa of Delia Town! I’m gonna be better than my dad someday!”
The woman smiled broadly, shaking the outstretched hand that Niigaki offered and shaking it.
“It’s nice to meet you Niigaki. I’m Chinatsu Miyoshi.”
Niigaki let out a squeal before hugging the woman, Squirtle squeezed between them. Chikorita snickered.
“Ooo! Chiatsu-sama!”
Parting, Niigaki bounced on her two feet, as Chinatsu stared at her, wide-eyed, mainly in the ‘What the hell was up with this girl’ kind of look.
“You lead the gym here! I’ve been looking for you too!”
Part of Chinatsu wondered who else Niigaki was looking for, and if she should forewarn them before Niigaki met up with them too. Whoever they were, she felt eternally sorry for them, but immediately took it back, mentally cursing them for not finding her first.
“Ah, yes… I do. Lead the gym I mean. Are you looking for a battle?”
Nodding furiously, Niigaki smiled broadly.
“Yeah! Oh… I have to find my friends… before we do… so that Yoshizawa can watch me stomp you flat!”
What an ego on this one… but then, Chinatsu wondered. Yoshizawa? She had heard that name before.
Shrugging it off, she dismissed it as a coincidence and smiled at the girl again.
“I wouldn’t count eggs before they hatch,” she said, “But… I’m sure we can find this Yoshizawa, but first, how about some sweets?”
Niigaki thought a moment, and shook her head.
“Nuh uh, I’m strictly on a no sweet diet…”
She paused, her stomach basically negating the comment she made. Grinning, Chinatsu gave Niigaki a pat on the back.
“Let’s go. We’ll have a gym battle right outside too…”
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“One Pile High to the Sky Death by Chocolate Chocolate Cake ready for pickup!”
And, a few seconds later, Kamei was digging into a rather large pile of cake, ice cream, fudge sauce, sprinkles, and whipped cream, with a large spoon. Yoshizawa sat on the other side, swinging her own spoon back and forth. It was definitely a ‘meal for two,’ if one could call a chocolate cake like that a meal, but it seemed the elder woman was not hungry.
Kamei paused in her re-enacting of the Cookie Monster to give her an innocent look.
“You don’t want any? You paid for it.”
Smiling warmly at the girl, Yoshizawa shook her head.
“Nah. It’s alright. I’m good.”
If Kamei had known any better, she would have pinned the woman down and tried to get her to eat something, even if it was from the bowl of fruit that Naetoru was munching on.
However, Kamei was obliviously aware that Yoshizawa had other things on her mind on a near to all the time basis, and went back to being Cookie Monster again. Yoshizawa smiled at the girl warmly.
“You know who you remind me of?”
Kamei stopped again, a few crumbs of cake falling from her lips. Snickering, Yoshizawa reached over with a napkin and wiped some ice cream off of the corner of the girl’s lip.
“You remind me of Risa when she was younger…”
What a comforting thought. Kamei’s face contorted into a half ‘You’ve been into some hallucinogens,’ and ‘Are you STUPID?!’ Yoshizawa gave Kamei a pat on the cheek, in a sort of motherly gesture.
If one could call Yoshizawa motherly.
“Still got a lot to learn to by the looks of it Mei-Mei.”
Settling a hand on Kamei’s cheek, the older woman paused a moment, and smiled, in the same manner as she gave the girl a cute little cheek pat. Kamei was unsure of what to do, beyond ‘Uhm… can I have my cheek back? You won’t rip that off, will you?’ that came to mind.
She refrained from that though, and settled for staring at the eyes that were staring at her. Opening her mouth, she tried to find the words ‘Are you sure you don’t want my babies?’ when a rather rude girl burst into the shop.
“Yo! I’m looking for the gym leader, what’s her name… China something.”
The girl sniffed, her one wonky eye catching Kamei and Yoshizawa sitting at the table, Yoshizawa still spacing into Kamei’s eyes, and Kamei trying to politely get Yoshizawa’s attention. The girl grinned broadly, and made her way over.
“Hey, you lovebirds know where the gym leader is?”
“The who?” Kamei squeaked. Snorting, the girl rolled her eyes.
“The gym leader. God, what are you, some sort of idiot newb trainer or something?”
She took offense to that, Kamei did, but decided that saying nothing was better than getting her butt handed to her. Though the girl was a little on the petit side, she wore some pretty outlandish clothing, mainly in the shade of dark purple. It all matched though, and went perfectly with the large, golden necklaces she wore around her neck.
“God, you are!”
However, before she could say anything else, the girl found herself face to face with Yoshizawa, who was livid red with anger.
“If you’re going to insult her honor, prove that you’re better. Battle me.”
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