One Hundred Moments In Time [Part 2]

4.Change

Despite the responsibility and respect that came with being Champion, White was still a little girls at heart. She loved stuffed dolls, sweets and other assorted cute things. Not exactly the picture of the woman who had taken down Team Plasma and befriended a legendary Pokemon, but who was Nobori to judge?  

However since White child-like at heart, she did have some childish problems- how to handle the money that wasn't stored away in her bank account being one of them. This was proved when White called him -on his day off- and asked him if he had any loose change.

"Why?" He asked blankly, offhandedly twirling a pen in between his fingers.

"I ran out of game tokens. Can you come and give me, like, a few dollars in change? Please?"

"White." Nobori sighed, placing his pen down to rub the bridge of his nose. Spending an afternoon at an arcade wasn't exactly how he pictured he would spend his afternoon, girlfriend or no.

"I'll pay you back!" White claimed on the other end of the line. He could practically see her bouncing on the balls of her feet impatiently.  "Come on. Please?"

"I'm sorry, but no." Nobori responded. "You need to learn how to handle your funds properly."

"...If you lend me some change I'll pay you back the other way~" He felt a small blush rise to his cheeks at the tone- was she seriously trying to seduce him over the phone? While she was in a public place? He admired her boldness. However...

"Trying to seduce me won't convince me to let you waste my money on childish games." He said calmly, earning a groan from the other line in reply.

"Party pooper."

5. Seeking Solace

White wasn't perfect. For all the grandeur she built up around herself, for all the haughty remarks and over confidence she was still as vulnerable as anyone else was. She had every right to, being through what she had. Putting her age aside, how many people could simply wave off nearly being murdered by a psychopath? She was referring to the man called "Ghetsis" of course, from what White had said, N was completely harmless. No, it was Ghetsis she had nightmares about.  His words still vibrated in her head when her dreams turned dark, words that held promises of having his Hydreigon rip her apart and eat her alive. Promises that were kept when her dreams went to those exceptionally dark places.

A part of her thought that she was too old to cry over nightmares. They were just images her mind had decided to show her while she slept, there was nothing to worry about. There hadn't been any word from Ghetsis since White defeated him back in Team Plasma's castle, and no Hydreigons had flown in her bedroom window to eat her.  Still...

She reached for her Xtransceiver and punched in a number with trembling fingers. Clutching her Lilligant doll tightly to her chest, she prayed to Arceus, Mew and whoever would care to listen that he would still be awake at... whatever time it was. Unfortunately, Arceus and Mew decided not to listen to her prayers that night, and her call went straight to voice-mail.

"Nobori..." White began, inwardly hating how weak and helpless her voice sounded. "I had that nightmare again." She hated how defenseless she sounded. She was a lot of things, but a co-dependent damsel in distress she was not. "I really, really need to talk to you. Call me back, 'kay?"  She pressed the "end call" button with a sigh, wrapping her arms around her toy in a rather pathetic gesture. White decided that she would worry about feeling disgusted for acting so weak when men with a glowing red eye accompanied by a three-headed dragon with blood soaked fangs stopped haunting her mind.

6.Morning

Mornings were the absolute worst since White was not, by any stretch of the imagination, a morning person. It always felt like the mystical Sand-man always sprinkled too much sand in her eyes, her alarm clock was always louder than it should have been, and then there was the chore of running a brush through the tangled mop of waves and curls her hair always became during the night. Plus her bed was always so warm and cozy in the morning, why on Earth would she ever want to get out of it?  

This morning it was different in that she actually felt well rested for once. But given last night's... event that was to be expected. Oh Arcues last night. White felt a warm feeling pool in her belly at the thought of what had happened last night between Nobori and herself. A night filled with bruised lips, nibbles on bare skin, longing pleads and soft moans and curling toes... White smiled widely under the blanket. If a few glasses of wine led to that, then maybe she should actually start bringing bottles over when she visited.... nah. Nights like the one they shared were meant to be limited, it made the ignited passion that much sweeter. Not that White knew much about the world of love and passion and sex and all the other things that made women swoon with delight.

White sighed contently and nuzzled closer to Nobori's chest, the poor man was still out cold. Good thing he didn't have work today, because according to the clock on the bedside table, he was supposed to be awake an hour and a half ago. Oh well. White leaned up and gave the fair-haired man a soft kiss on the lips before settling back down against his chest.  Ah, if only all mornings were this good.