Scars aren’t fun to get, but why you got them might be better than you expect they can be!
Challenge by @dontfeeltoohot
Many Daycares didn’t have hot water, theirs was one of the lucky ones that did. Kiki hated cold water, her sister enjoyed it, but she didn’t. The purple haired girl started filling the bathtub with the warm water, it was good for tense muscles, to relax them. Her pokémon watched from the door, nervous and cautiously watching her every move, while her buddy sat on the sink. Although he might have preferred it like that, she couldn’t keep giving him cat baths, Sawk needed an actual bath.
Once the water reached half the tub, the girl turned off the water, looking back at the pokémon an idea came to her mind and she opened a drawer and looked inside. She pulled out two bathbombs, one of them had a minty green and the other a light orange, the girl showed it to the pokémon.
“Which one do you want?” She asks, offering him the two. The karate pokémon looked between one and the other, but shook his head. Scrafty puffed up, looking through the same drawer and pulling out a cian blue bomb, rubbing his hand against it and showing it to his friend. Sawk smelled Scrafty’s hand, nodding. The hoodlum pokémon handed his trainer the bathbomb. “This one? Okay!”
She puts it in the water, immediatly it starts foaming and dissolving, turning the water blue. Sawk watched in amazement as the solid seemed to evaporate, the scent wasn’t strong, but it was good. The girl lightly touched his shoulder to get his attention, sitting at the edge of the tub and calling for the pokémon to get in.
Sawk stared at the water for a minute, hesitant at entering, Scrafty approached, giving the other encouragement since he had already bathed. Kiki held his hand gently, the moment his eyes turned to her she put her other hand in the water, waving it around to prove it was safe. She put her feet in first and they dissapeared in the opaque waters, letting the pokémon mimic her, she poured the water gently over his legs to get him accostumed with it.
He got in, slowly and hesitantly, but did. His limbs and the scars on the disapeared underwater, his eyes shine slightly. Kiki smiles, “See? It’s okay! You can relax!”
The pokémon looks back at his hands, his expression thoughtful. The girl slowly pours water on his back, helping him scrub his back, taking her time to do some massage on his shoulders too. Once they were done, Kiki drained the water, taking a fluffy towel and wrapping it around him, drying him with care. Once he was dry, she grabbed a small contaner and took her pokémon back to their room, Sawk laid in bed and his trainer sat next to him.
The container she had was moisturizer, she put a little bit in her hand, moving to apply it to his scars. He squirmed away.
“It’s just moisturizer… Skin usually get’s dry after a bath..” She put a little on herself, showing it to him. He approached, taking a feel at the substance against his trainer’s skin. It was sticky and oily, but it smelled nice. “Gotta take care of the scars!”
Sawk looked away, laying with his stomach up to the girl, showing the biggest scar he had. She gently rubbed it, feeling him tense up underneath her hands, he didn’t look at her, eyeing a spot on the wall instead. Kiki understood, scars aren’t the same to everyone, neither are the stories they tell.
“You don’t like them at all, do you?” She asks, watching her pokémon nod with teary eyes. “I used not to like my birth mark either! I used to think it was the UGLIEST thing… But then… My sister told me a story and it made it change my mind!” Sawk’s eyes turned to her, as she leaned closer to get to the scar on his arm, she revealed the small lighter spot of skin right above her heart. He looked up to her eyes and she found a new curiosity in his. “She told me… That depending on the birthmark you have, it shows what type of pokémon you were in your previous life! Since mine is above my heart and the heart is the strongest muscle in the body, she told me I was a fighting type!” He looked at his scars again, but his eyes still saddened again. “She also told me that each scar you have, it’s someone you saved in your previous life and how important they were to you! No matter how you gain them now, it’s a reminder!… So by that logic, the one on your belly seems like you saved someone VERY important to you!”
His eyes shone, still teary, but she could tell he wasn’t sad anymore. When she was done, she laid in bed with them, letting him wrap his arms around her and cuddle. It was a good moment, it had been a good night altogether, Kiki could tell Sawk was feeling better and that alone made her evening.