"A circular motion, the broom won't harm you." Chasity advises Ava.
"Yes Ma'am."
"I expected you to be an endeavor; a tiny piece of work, but to find out you've never held a broom or mop…" There was a judgmental silence between Chasity and Ava, the sound of slow soft sweeping on the black tile floor was a serene break from the constant downpour.
"Do you have to hold me by the hips?" Ava mutters from her flustered face. I'm still a virgin at heart come on man. Why you gotta be so close?
Chasity readjusts her hands on Ava's hips. "Yes. I want to make sure you learn as quickly as possible."
Ava stares out of the living-room window, the dust from her efforts falling down into the bright white sunlight. Two weeks since it last rained and you can still see a few puddles. I bet Melia would've enjoyed like this… Venam doesn't come out unless it's for the bathroom, Ren has been coming down for their food but he doesn't talk much…Not as much as you'd expect from him. Ava's grip on the broom loosens. The dust settles on the drawer just under the window seal.
Chasity's grip loosens for a moment before she lets go all together of Ava's hips, and clears her throat; clearing the silence in the house. "Do the dishes, and get out the things I'll need for a few omelets then you do your morning run."
"Yes Ma'am." Ava replies, relieving a held breathe. As she starts making her way to the kitchen she ties her jacket around her waist.
The mother's gaze linger on the young girls retreating form. "And use a towel this time!"
"But sponges are more soap efficient!" She rebuttals from the sink, turning it on and foaming up a sponge.
Chasity walks into the kitchen and looks at the empty counter space. "What happened to my cooking ingredients?"
"Sorry, I was just trying to make hot-warm water for the dishes to soak in." The young female turns towards the black vintage fridge only to find Chasity already closing it.
"It's fine. You want Cheri Berry in yours like usual?"
"Yes please…"
"Ok. Just don't break my dishes."
"Of course ma'am." Chasity turns on the stove, letting a tablespoon of butter to dissolve in the frying pan.
This is gonna drive me up a fucking wall! This woman has been touching me too much; too frequently! A porcelain bowl cracks under Ava's thumb, causing her to hmm a "Eep!"
Chasity looks over her shoulder to look at Ava's frozen body as she just stands there blushing in shame of herself. "What did I just say?"
"I'm sorry." Chasity turns back to her cutting board and shakes her head.
"You don't need to be sorry; just be careful."
"Correct posture or you'll tire yourself out before you're done."
"It's literally just you and me eating most of the time. How are there so many dishes in here?" The adolescent huffs as she hangs a skillet on the pot rack.
Chasity pulls Ava by her lower stomach, straightening the young girls back slowly until she's barely hunched over. "I still have to cook and prepare each meal; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And it doesn't help that you always have one of your Pokemon join us for dinner."
"Sorry ma'am-"
"Chasity!" The mother sternly interjects. "Call me by my name; you aren't a child anymore." Chasity puts a leg between Ava's tense legs, and nudges her thigh between Ava's upper thighs.
"Yes Chasity!" Ava shouts, scrubbing away at dried rice in a pot.
"Better. Now, when you're done, get my clothes out of the drier and get ready to eat." Chasity's voice carried a warmth , rough but sweet, like a stale sweet bun after being microwaved. Breakfast followed after, with Ava trying to focus more on her food than the way Chasity's well mannered posture subtly pronounced her breast.
Ava stood up from her empty plate, not touching her Wepear juice. "I think I'm done…"
"Ok. Don't forget to wear a raincoat." The caregiver reminds with a disinterested tone.
"Alright!" Ava says clearly, her reassuring voice overshadowing Deluxe's pants. "How are you out of breath? You're a Pokémon! We haven't even made a second lap to Venam's house!"
Deluxe glares up to her trainer from her collapsed form on the ground; letting out low growls in between pants. Char nudges against her leg almost teasing her with their cheerfulness.
I guess we could stop by the Pokécenter. Pulling out Deluxe's Luxury Ball, Ava feels the biting breeze that blows through the street from the pier's gatehouse. "I'll take you to the Pokécenter and we'll call it a day for training." A poster advertising a long passed sale on potions creaks in tune with the automatic doors' sliding open.
"Come on Lucia! I bet your dad could buy you an Oricorio paired with a Kricketune for a 'steel' of a price." The Galarian Meowth beside the ambiguous jokester, smirks eerily at the pun.
"No it won't be the same! My granddad gave me that Starly for my birthday!" A short black haired girl pouts while angrily sitting on the floor with her rosy cheeks comically puffed out
I remember seeing a glimpse about a Starly retrieval quest this morning. Ava steps up to the pair. "Did you post that Starly quest this morning?"
"It was me." The purple haired teen shyly steps forward. "We were playing with our Pokemon over on route 2 when these bikers just came up and stole her Starly. It was a shiny so no wonder they wanted it." The boy looks down to the floor. "I couldn't stop them…"
Ava stiffens. "How long ago did you see them last?"
"A little past half an hour ago, their leader(?) had pink hair and was kinda bulky; so we ran for a minutes and-"
The young girl tugs on the teen's hand that she was squeezing. "She already left."
*Splash Thump Thump; Splash Thump Thump* Is all that occupies Ava's world accompanied by the memory of three bikers hastily riding into the pier's gatehouse. I can catch up to them, I can get back Lunia's Pokemon back. The asphalt beneath Ava's feet slowly morphed into a clean oak wood floor, each step was a creak of the floor board.
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A girl with bright pink hair and blonde highlights slides to a halt as she stares down a dark skinned male with white hair. "Give Lunia back her Gothita Axel!"
"Or what you gonna punch me?" The male plays with the ski goggles on top of his head.
"Just because she can't doesn't mean I won't." A long haired feminine figure walks up behind the male. "Didn't you learn when she and Ava died your hair white?"
The male shrugs his shoulders and smirks. "Beats paying the 150 for the twins to do it."
The white haired figure sighs, the golden hue of the afternoon sun beaming through the rice paper windows. "The point is that Ava bought that Gothita for Dahlia when she was depressed, plus it costed all her money."
Ava starts slowly marching up to the male with a open hand. "So give it back!"
"Alright, alright fine!" Axel throws the ball to Ava. "Sheesh, you're acting like you'd hit me or something."
The white haired figure snickers. "She was probably gonna slap you. "Ava can't go around punching, kicking, or tripping people" or at least that's what the principal told us."
"You are far too protective of Dahlia, Ava" The male looks over to Ava's retreating self.
"Uh huh, hey Alain! Since I didn't hit anyone can you just punish Axel? Be much appreciated ms.student council." Her amber eyes shining in the light as she looks back towards The white haired figure.
"Sure! Even if you had hit Axel I think you'd be excused." Alain's voice was a warm, strong force, as strong as the winds of a pier.
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But the wind was a stark contrast to the warm nostalgia of the sudden memory- it was cold, biting, demanding to be acknowledged. Ava's sunburst eyes dart around, the rustic wood interior of her old school was swapped with the urban concrete exterior of East Garean City's pier. The sound of summer cicadas and wind blowing through leaves, seem almost dreamy compared to the restless waves and a trio of Litleos growling, encompassing her.
She stares down onto one of them with a clenched fist. "Move." Her sunburst eyes take on a threatening glean, making them step back.
"Oh no my potion that evolves pokemon and make them extremely hostile!" A person plainly speaks loudly outside their window while a green potion vial falls onto the leading Litleo; forcing a loud pitiful roar that slowly turns more threatening as it grows into a Pyroar.
The adolescent's eye's don't waver as she stares down the almost rabies infected Pyroar, her Damp skin slick with rain water. "I told you to move." Her knuckles crack as the two continue their electric stare down.
The Pyroar's snarl rattles in it's throat before pouncing towards Ava's reactive stance, she sways to the side while raising her fist to strike it's mane; then-
swoosh…
You're surrounded by three humans, their weird legs make a loud sound when they move their hands forward and back on this thing connected those weird legs, and out of the corner of your eye you see a moving mist, the figure inside is humanoid but terrifying- like its feathers are made of bones: you look back to the humans but they've already fled. You want your trainer, your mother, someone to come and save you from… her? The mist dissipates to reveal a tall human female with hair darker than the pretty leaves of the trees where you and your trainer play. Was she really that terrifying bone feathered monster that was in that mist? Her feather's are damaged and she's bleeding, but the strange chirps she's making puts an easy feeling in your plumage.