A/N: Wrote this for no other purpose than being satisfied, for finally having written something for these perfect children.
And, ahh, this one's a two-parter~ Let me know what you guys think about this ship, please ;W; I don't want to be alone shipping them, the adorable kiddos, they deserve more love.
Silence In Alola
The water extinguished the fire. It happened again and again. And everytime it did, he felt a blow in his heart.
Another loss.
It was evening. The sky had remnants of the golden glow from their heated afternoon. It was Alola. The region of grandeur, and of life.
What was the life in having your butt kicked several times? Again and again, by a sweet person you admired, no less.
Hau sighed, legs feeling heavier than usual, but he managed to keep a smile on his face as he approached the Angel.
He saw her sit down gently, and pat her Pokémon on the head. The water starter, a Popplio, now having evolved to its greatest form as a Primarina, as beautiful as its trainer, looked up and swung its fins excitedly.
Really, this happened everyday.
He saw the blonde take out a little kit, smiling as she gently wiped her Pokémon, bathing it in an aromatic foam, getting rid of all its status conditions.
She didn't even notice him, did she? He was afraid to even make a move.
She seemed so happy, everyday, but even after all their battles, he still couldn't please her, let alone make her look up to him.
He wasn't the cause of her happiness, and he doubted if he really was anything to her.
It hurt him so.
"Moon."
She looked up, eyes glimmering from, from the adoration she felt for her starter as she washed it.
"I sure enjoyed the battle! It really doesn't matter if you lose, right? As long as you never give up!" He grinned, his white, even teeth shone as he stretched his arms.
She gave him a look of surprise, and then tilted her head to the side, questioningly.
'Way to go, Hau, trying to act cool, she obviously thinks you're mental now.'
That, that was just his mind, a devilish being, wanting him to freak out. Wait, Moon wouldn't think like that, would she? She was so precious, never hurting anyone, and only bringing joy to people.
And who was he?
Known? Better than her in battling? In anything?
Not even close.
It hurt him a lot.
She still hadn't answered, and instead, returned her shiny friend to its pokeball.
It was just crazy, how even the simplest things she did enticed him, the very act of motioning to her Pokémon with her head, to get into its ball, was rejuvenating to say the least.
And the Pokémon of course happily obliged, which was entirely different from what would happen if a Pokémon of his friend's, Nebby, was told to get back in the bag.
But let's not talk about that.
She just had that thing to her, you know? Her eloquent gestures seemed to strike him more than anything else could, more than what anyone else's words and actions could.
She didn't speak much at all, and yet she had this effect on him. She could speak, according to her mother, but she didn't, at least not usually.
He remembered how he'd jumped up and down excitedly and dashed to his house, after seeing the neighbours arrive.
"Lad, you're going crazy." His grandfather had remarked with a smile. And yes, he had been kind of overjoyed, even though it was just his first time seeing her.
What was the wrong in getting crazy for a girl anyway?
He knew, that the only way you could actually deserve someone was if you were determined, even enough to work hard and excel them in the very things they took pride in.
He didn't, he couldn't, not even now...
It'd hurt him enough, but it still hadn't ended.
The obstacles would never stop.
It was funny, really, because his state reminded him so much of the many legends he'd heard in Alola...
Of suitors fighting dragons to win over princesses, of the many victories of lovers, of how knights and princes would come from over hundreds of miles away to see a renowned Beauty.
If only... If only like them, he'd won.
He looked at her, wanting to say something, but the prospect of making small talk with someone who probably wasn't even going to respond, made his voice stubbornly get caught in his throat. If she didn't respond, it would only kill him inside with regret, wouldn't it?
She observed his attempts to talk for a moment, and then shrugged her shoulders, a smile on her face as she adjusted her bag, preparing to leave.
God, she was teasing him, wasn't she?
He knew she could speak if she wanted, knew she wasn't in that much of a hurry.
And her mother's theory of "She speaks very rarely, because she prefers that. She's a thinker, you know? Explores 'ideas' and all that. Hahaha!" But, he had to admit, her smile did help. The Angel's smile was one of the best things he'd seen, he didn't know how to explain it, it just was.
And again, he was reminded, she wasn't smiling because she was impressed by him or anything, the opposite, maybe.
It hurt him more than he'd prepared for.
He wanted to be better, he'd tried everything.
The Angel was walking steadily away, and all Hau could do was stand still, the silly grin still plastered on his face. His shoulders hunching little by little, independent of the happy emotion that was exhibited by his frozen face.
"Hey, you know what? It gets kinda harder to enjoy battles if you lose all the time to someone else, but, what can I do?"
His awaited victory over her in battling, and his affection for her, were somehow connected.
'You impress her, you win her.' Simple as that.
Simple as drinking a Tapu Cocoa topped with extra marshmallows. Wait, here was the weirdness again. No wonder, she didn't like him. And even after all of that, you'd be surprised, his smile still hadn't left his face.
'This is just step one.' He thought, coming out of his reverie, and pinching his cheeks in determination. He would, no, he definitely would, beat her one day in a battle.
And when he did...
The last of her footsteps echoed away in the distance...
He stopped, and exhaled, sadly, at the absence of her footsteps.
L~