Love Like Winter

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, Nintendo/Game Freak/Satoshi Tajiri does. Yun Kouga owns Loveless. I only own Yuki in this chapter.

Note: My Loveless characters will be coming up in later chapters, and I'm likely to include some of the originals as well.

I woke up this morning wondering who the hell was on my bed with me. As far as I knew, I was the only one in here last night. I reluctantly opened my silvery blue eyes and smiled at the triangle-like creature on my chest.

"Snorunt!" she grinned, jumping up and down.

"Ow, Snorunt! Watch the boobs!"


I sat up immediately and glared at the blond sitting on the edge on my bed. "Good morning," he chimed, hopping off. "Ew! Jun, couldn't you have waited until I woke up?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

"That wouldn't have been until like four." Ooh. He had a point.

"Ugh. Just wait outside so I can get dressed," I sighed. He shrugged, walking to the door.

"Just don't take forever." He walked out the door, closing it behind him. Yeah. Watch me. I stood up, grabbing my usual attire from my closet: a black t-shirt with a rainbow star screened on the front, black capris with black and white checkered straps hanging near the pockets, a black and white striped scarf, and black boots. I paused, then grabbed a pair of black and rainbow striped socks from my drawer. You'd barely see them past my boots, but I put them on just for shits and giggles. I took my straightener, which my Snorunt had plugged in for me, and sat down in front of my mirror with my brush. I started with my bangs, which were a stark contrast to the rest of my hair: they were a very dark purple, almost black, while the rest of my hair was bright blue with neon pink streaks. It's dyed, obviously. My natural color's white, and you can tell from the large white cat ears protruding from my head and the long, fluffy tail I had. I was almost done with straightening my hair when...


"OW! Fuck!"

Jun burst through the door, a look of concern on his face.

"You okay, Yu-chan?"

I have him my death stare, pushing back my hair to show him my burnt ear. Not my cat ear, mind you. I did have normal ears as well, considering I'll the lose the cat ones when I lose my v-card. "Whoops. Sorry." I shrugged. "It's cool. I was bound to do that anyway," I chuckled, unplugging the straightener and throwing it into my bag. I was a klutz. In fact, I was one of the clumsiest people you'd ever meet. He still seemed upset about making me burn myself, but he laughed at my comment. "Come on. Let's go see that Red Gyarados." I stared blankly.

"Don't tell me you slept through that news report," he groaned, turning on the TV only to find that I last had it on the Broadway music channel. He hated showtunes, and it was even funnier because it was playing "I Feel Pretty" from West Side Story. When I saw the expression on his face, I lost it.

"What. The. Fuck."

I fell off my chair, unable to control my laughing spasm.

"Breathe, woman, BREATHE!" Jun laughed, making my situation worse. Snorunt looked at me and shook her head.

"She went on like this for a half hour already. She won't die," he explained to her. I stood up, getting a hold of myself.

"All right. Well, I'm heading out. I'll meet you on the road, kay?"
"Uh, okay..."

"I'm fining you if you're late!" he shouted as he bolted out the door. I rolled my eyes. Guess I might as well.

I came to the road where my impatient friend waited.

"About time you got here," he grinned. I seized his hand and dragged him to the Lake Verity. Maybe now he'll know how I feel after putting up with his shit for so long. I happened to glance over at him to see him... staring at our hands? And blushing?

...woah. I'll pretend I didn't see that.

"Hey, look." Jun followed my gaze to see a man about 60 with a boy about his age. "Huh. Wonder what they're doing here," I muttered, mostly to myself. He shrugged, smirking at me. What perverted thoughts was he thinking?! That was my job...

Oh, wait. I'm still holding his hand. I let go to let the old guy and the kid through.

"Hey, they left their suitcase here."

"Jun!" He was in the grass. Without a Pokemon, yet. If he was attacked...

"Stop worrying! We won't be here long enough for a Pokemon to come out." I sighed, walking over to him. "I don't see a Gyarados," I said, scanning the area. He nodded in agreement. But, why does he keep glancing at my hand?

"Yuki, look out!"

Uh, too late. Something sharp slammed right into my ear, and it just had to be my burnt ear.
"Shit! You all right?" Oh. Fucking dandy. I nodded, holding back the urge to come at him with sarcasm. I tried to get away to get help, but I tripped over the suitcase and it popped open. "Oh, fuck my life!" He ran over to me, kneeling down next to me and helping me up. We looked back to see two Starly coming at us. And damn, they were pissed.

"Hey, Pokeballs!" We each grabbed one and threw them. I ended up controlling a Chimchar while Jun got a Piplup.

"Chimchar, Scratch!"

"Piplup, Pound!"

Oh, all the days to have left Snorunt at home. But, we'd managed to beat the Starly.

"We're screwed. We just used that guys Pokemon." He brushed my hair back behind my ear, and I saw that same concerned look in his bright orange eyes that I'd seen earlier. "You're bleeding..." How could I be bleeding? There's no way in hell; I didn't burn myself that badly. But, sure enough, when I instinctively reached up and touched my ear, I saw bright crimson coloring my fingers when I pulled back. Damn. He must have hit me with his beak.

But, you know, that sweet, worried stare Jun was giving me was kind of cute--

Oh, what the fuck.

"I'm fine. Really," I insisted, smiling at him gently. He smiled back, though I knew he didn't buy it. "We should get that checked out, though."

"My mom's not home-"

"My mom is. Come on."

That other kid we saw came back for the briefcase, and we explained what happened. He sighed. "Just come back to the lab later, kay?" We nodded.

We were walking back home when we saw the boy was relaying our story to the older man, who was staring us down for a while with his arms crossed over his chest.

Oh, shit.