I'm highly disappointed in the lack of Black/White femslash. I'm doing my part to rectify this miserable situation, but you all need to get on the pen and write some, too. And I mean now.

So yeah, two White/Bianca songfics, one from each's point of view. Hope you enjoy, and please be so courteous as to review...

She's blood and flesh and bone

Not to mention that flowing, lustrous hair.

No tucks or silicone

Bianca should know; she's known White since they were babies. And it isn't just her body that doesn't have a shred of fake in it—her whole personality is genuine, honest, pure.

She's touch

Her hand on Bianca's arm is so soft and smooth, an almost unreal feathery sensation of white silk.

smell sight taste and sound

The light aroma like lilies, her dazzling smile that she bestows so readily… (Bianca blushes thinking about taste) …and the bright, clear ring of her voice.

But somehow I can't believe

that anything should happen

White's the nicest person Bianca knows, but that doesn't extend quite as far as Bianca would want. But they're friends, and that's what White wants.

I know where I belong

And if White wants it, then Bianca wants it too. So she'll be where she's meant to be, by White's side as her best, inseparable friend.

and nothing's gonna happen, yeah

'Cause she's so high

Graceful, elegant, poise embodied. Just to watch White walk makes Bianca's head spin, to watch that perfect form in deliberate, coordinated motion, her hair swaying, her arm beckoning, a wide and open smile on her face as she shouts Bianca, Bianca come on, let's go.

High above me

Whereas Bianca is a little clumsy, unbalanced, a lot scatterbrained, and late. Always tagging along with White, always following, behind, below.

She's so lovely

Oh, White. You and the sun, the glittering lakes and your eyes, the breeze and your laugh.

She's so high

Your sharp wit, your perfect sense of humor, the way you understand people, the way you always know what to say and what to do.

Like Cleopatra

Bianca could just imagine White as a queen, dressed in gold and jewels not half as pretty as she is, ruling a country, the world, a girl's heart and her every thought and her dreams. She would be adored, exalted, and remembered forever, the highest of them all.

Joan of Arc

Armor and a sword would fit her too, and she would be victorious in every battle she led. Bianca's warrior princess, her hero. Whenever Bianca got lost, or lost something, or lost at something, White was the one who made it better. She was the one who found Bianca, who brought her things back (the one who rescued her Munna), the one who held her while she cried and told her it was all right. She never babied Bianca, and she always told her how strong she was—Bianca wished so much that she was right, that she had even a little bit of that oh so high strength White had.

or Aphrodite

Everyone she met was smitten with her, from clumsy blonde childhood friends to bothersome green-haired misanthropes with the emotional capacity of shrubs, and Bianca wondered sometimes if her friend really was the goddess of love. That she was a goddess, period, Bianca knew without doubt. No mortal girl was that beautiful, compassionate, funny, smart—everything. That's what she was, everything high and nothing imperfect. She was amazing.

She's so high

High above me

And all Bianca can do is look up at her.

First class and fancy free

She's high society

White fits in so well in the supermodern Black City, even though she comes from the same rural town of Nuvema as Bianca, yet Bianca herself feels so much more comfortable among the rustic homesteads of the nearby White Forest. That's what they are, then—black and white. Bianca guesses they misnamed the city and the forest, because White is white silk and she's the black sheep.

She's got the best of everything

And she shares it all. When Bianca's childhood dream of seeing a Pokémon musical was fulfilled, White had given her the tickets. She lent money or bought the items outright whenever she though Bianca might be low on Trainer supplies, on more then one occasion she gave Bianca Pokémon she had caught herself without even requesting one in return, and—Bianca only found this out years afterward—she had given money to her mother to pool with Bianca's own parents' to buy Bianca an Xtransceiver, and told her to tell them to say it was from them.

What could a girl like me ever really offer?

White's silk and Bianca is maybe wool or cotton. White makes friends at a glance and is the center of attention everywhere she goes, Bianca's three real friends are White, Cheren, and Iris. White is fearless and unshakable, Bianca is still just a little bit scared of the dark. Every girl and boy who sees White is head over heels in love, Bianca has never been on a date.

She's perfect as she can be

And on top of all of it, White is modest and selfless. Bianca doesn't think anyone has ever been as nice as White is. It's just not humanly possible to be the most beautiful, most understanding, most generous, popular, modest, smartest, nicest, funniest and most helpful all at once. The most perfect, the highest.

Why should I even bother?

All these things Bianca wants to tell her, needs to tell her, tries to tell her, but is too shy, too afraid. Bianca telling her these things wouldn't even make a difference, because everyone always tells her the same; okay, maybe not all together, but she's heard them all and the opinion of someone so low like Bianca isn't needed.

'Cause she's so high

High above me

Walking on the clouds while Bianca follows on the plain old roads far beneath. Drawing admiring glances and open lovestruck stares while people notice Bianca only if she asks them for help with something, if then. Riding Ferris wheels and roller coasters while Bianca sits alone on a bench and watches the sunlight dwindle.

She's so lovely

White's been pretty since she was a girl, and she's only grown more dazzling with every extra candle she's blown out, and Bianca could gaze at her smiling face all day.

Like Cleopatra

Joan of Arc

or Aphrodite

Or all three rolled into one. And even then, Cleopatra wasn't nearly as beloved, Joan of Arc not remotely as brave or strong, and Aphrodite not even close to as beautiful as White. All three to the thousandth power. More than a queen, warrior, or goddess, because she's down-to-death and kind and…

She's so high

…purely, all but unintentionally, tremendously distractingly, sexy.

High above me...

A/N: I realized midway through that this song would work incredibly well for the Skyla/Elesa pairing; for each about the other, actually! So if anyone wants to use it for said pairing I say go right ahead.

Not much to say, really. This was done a little fast and maybe isn't as good as it could or should be, but I figured I'd post it anyway. Whatever your thoughts, you do me the greatest service by dropping off a well-thought out review filled with constructive criticism-y goodness!