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kibanafuji · 4 years

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a long time ago.

"'ey! 'ey!! c'mon, ■■■, wake up!"

5 am, the 4th of april. raihan is vigorously shaking his sister to attempt to rouse her out of bed.

"mrrrgggghhh, whadda you wan'..."

"get up already! it's important!"

she squints at her alarm clock, realizes the date and time, and scowls. "... 's my birthday! you can't make me get up early on my birthday!"

"but it's really important!" raihan pleads. "swear down!"

"it better be a bloody 'ouse fire if you're waking me up at 5!" she exclaims, fully awake now to grab a plushie off her bed and launch it at her brother. he blocks his face, though it wouldn't really hurt to get hit with it anyway.

"look, listen, it's just really, really, REALLY important, okay? you gotta get up now!" he insists. "and get proper clothes on! clothes for runnin' 'round, training for gyms in! no jammies!"

"... you WOT?!" ■■■ is about ready to tackle him when she notices... raihan himself is actually dressed. how early did he wake up...?

"quit yellin'! gonna wake up mum and dad if you keep that up..." he scolds.

she sighs. fine, alright, clearly it really is important, whatever it is.

"ugh. i'll put me stupid day clothes on, so get out!"

he's already out the door by the time she finishes her sentence. ■■■ scoffs, quickly picking out some clothing. she knows what outfit he's talking about-- the outfit she decided is going to be her trademark, when she finally becomes a trainer. what's he playing at...? whatever, she'll find out soon enough.

baseball shirt, varsity jacket, knee socks, her comfiest shorts, hair back in a ponytail, and pop a cap on-- heheh.

she gets kind of excited whenever she wears all this at once. she looks really cool-- she'll look even cooler when she's finally got her own pokemon, though!

right, better not stand around admiring her own outfit all day, raihan is waiting. she hurries out, finding him waiting by the door to the backyard.

"aw, ■■■, you look so cool!" he grins. she pouts. "... whuh? --ah, i'm not poking fun, i'm serious! come get your shoes on!"

she continues pouting, but shoves her feet into her sneakers and follows raihan outdoors.

"check it out!" he exclaims, sprinting out around 15 feet ahead before spinning around on his heel to face his sister again. the air is full of mist, leaving the yard looking dreamlike and ethereal. it's beautiful.

"... rai, swear down, if this is the only thing you woke me up for, i'm gonna fricking kill you," she retorts, giving him a good glare from beneath the brim of her cap.

he laughs. "it's not. but it's perfect for today!"

"pretty sure that's not YOUR judgment to make, seein' as it's MY birthday," ■■■ huffs. "hurry up already, what's your dumb excuse for waking me up?"

raihan just smiles. "'ere, catch!"

"eh?"

he pulls something out of his jacket pocket and tosses it towards her. she sticks her arm up and catches it without even looking, staring right ahead at her brother in confusion the whole time.

"... you're lucky i'm such a good fielder! you coulda broken a window doing that, you know?!"

raihan is still just staring at her with a cheeky smile. SIGH. she lowers her arm, inspecting the object he j--

"..."

wait a minute.

"... r... rai. rai, you can't be serious."

it's... an ultra ball.

it feels heavy. the way pokeballs do when they aren't empty.

"... rai, rai wait. rai, no way."

"yes way!" raihan grins. "right, now turn around, there's something else!"

"..." ■■■ is still staring at the pokeball in her hands. "rai--"

"turn 'round!"

she turns. against the wall is a padded baseball bat and a brand new pitcher's glove. "... wha?"

"grab 'em!" "... rai, why--" "pick the bat up, put the glove on!"

she obeys.

"so what i was thinking, right-- you gotta have a trademark pose and that, right?" raihan begins immediately. his sister slowly turns back around, still staring at the pokeball. "you could use the bat as a prop and pose with it during battle, you know, leanin' on it and that, and when you dynamax your pokemon, you can use the bat to hit it into the air. and-- and!!-- you could use the glove to pitch your pokeballs! it'd be right cool!"

"... rai." her voice is soft. softer than usual. he tilts his head curiously. "... yeah?"

■■■ continues gazing down at the ultra ball. the heavy ultra ball. the one that... without a doubt... has a pokemon inside.

"... why?" "why what?"

all he can see of her face is a very scrunched up, pouty mouth.

"... you 'aven't even got your own pokemon yet."

no, he hasn't. "and?"

"... you're... seriously... givin' me a pokemon?"

"yeah, 'course i am."

"..." her little shoulders start trembling. raihan furrows his brow. "... ■■■... are you... cryi--"

"shut up!!" she shouts, finally lifting her head. she's trying to make a face like she's angry, but her big, expressive eyes are all watery, and her lip is wobbling. "am NOT cryin'!" sniffle. "why are you givin' this to ME?! you're due to start the gym challenge in just 'alf a year! this should be yours!"

raihan places his hands in his pockets.

"... i caught it just for you." he smiles warmly. "that's why i'm not keepin' it."

she sniffles again. "... you're so bloody daft, you know that?"

"most people say 'thank you' when they get a gift, you know."

■■■ is quiet for a moment or two. "but... if i say thanks, then... it's gonna mean it's mine for real..."

"it IS yours for real." "but that-- that'll finalize it!" "what are you even on about?" "rai, i can't take this pokemon! you caught it, and you're the one who's closer to startin' the challenge! it's your pokemon!"

raihan sighs. "you haven't even seen what's in it yet."

she hasn't. but she knows he wouldn't catch something like a magikarp and gift it to her like... like THIS, letting her get all teary-eyed... she presses the release on the ball and a flash of light emerges, then fades away to reveal--

"no way. oh my god, rai, no way." "yes way!" "wh... where did you even-- rai! rai, i can't-- this is yours! this should be yours, don't give it to me!" "nah. it's yours." "rai!!"

the □□□ at her feet has a very confused expression on its face, clueless as to what the two humans are yelling about-- well, actually, it's just the one human yelling, the other one is calm.

"... raaaaiiiiii..." she's REALLY gonna start crying now. "... rai, it's a dragon type... it's a dragon type, rai, that's your favourite type..."

"and it's your favourite pokemon!"

"... but it's... a dragon..." sniffle. "and YOU found it, and YOU caught it..." hic. "... uu... w-why give it... to me..."

"because, when i do get my first pokemon, i want the first person i have a REAL battle with to be you. you and □□□ need to get strong together while i wait, so that way i'll have a great challenge on my hands!"

"... uu..." sniff.

"... uuuu..." sniffle, sniffle.

".... UWAAAAAHHHHH--"

as much as she hates admitting she's crying, she sure can wail. raihan makes his way over and wraps her up in a big, warm hug, and she stuffs her face into his chest. his shirt is already soaked, but at least the noise is getting muffled, and they're a little less likely to wake anyone up...

she's still full-force sobbing, but between hiccups and whimpers, she stutters out, "... th-th-thank...... you... raihhhhwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhh---"

"... you're welcome, ■■■. happy birthday."

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