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Valentine's Ficlets	By : Garlyle Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I don't own Pokemon, I don't make money off of this, don't sue please and thank you.

Scenario 10: Who delivered Five (Cheren) the flowers at the hospital? Four (Ethan) or Nine (Barry)?
Content Level: Fluff

Warnings: None
The first delivery, early in the morning, was a hand-picked bunch of bright yellow Dandelions. "From a sunny friend, so you can come out and play again!", the note attached to it was hopeful, but Cheren couldn't help but feel a little underwhelmed at the fact that someone had apparently picked dandelions for him. They weren't particularly rare. Or special. Something about the note felt incredibly childish, but all the same, the identity of the flower made Cheren blush.
Sending Dandelions was like flirting.
The second delivery came later in the evening, purple blossoms that curled in upon themselves with a leaf each curled upwards and away. They looked a little roughed up, but Cheren eventually realised what they were - Wolfsbane. The note attached read, "They kinda reminded me of you, so I thought you'd appreciate it."
The thought was sentimental, but clearly the one sending it was an idiot - Wolfsbane signified misanthrophy.
The next morning, in came the nurse with a vase and a single bold yellow carnation set into it, smiling as she set it down. "My, whoever's trying to get your attention is certainly making quite an effort of it," she chuckled, reading the little note aloud. "Lighting up your life~." and Cheren laughed too.
He was laughing, because he knew yellow carnations meant rejection.
And then, at the same time as it had last night, in came another delivery of flowers. "They told me it's Balsamin or something; I thought you might like it." it wasn't nearly as playful as the bold yellow flowers he'd received earlier. There was something going on, Cheren was sure.
Balsamine was also called Touch-me-not, and spoke of impatience.
As before, he was awoken in the morning to breakfast and flowers delivered by a nurse - another bright yellow flower, this time a cluster of Birdsfoot. "Get better, I'm waiting for you!" was written on it cheerfully, but Cheren was still unhappy with it.
Birdsfoot meant revenge, and Cheren wasn't sure what he'd done.
That evening, in came another one - one that Cheren could smell when the nurse brought it in for him along with dinner. A few flowers of Mint, arrayed into a small cup. The nurse looked amused. "I promised not to tell, you know, but these flowers are coming from two different people." Cheren had suspected that to be true, especially when the second note was different from the first: "I can't stand the smell of hospitals, so here, don't let your room smell like it too." His suspicions were confirmed - two people were responsible for this mess.
Mint symbolized suspicion - and Cheren was beginning to suspect neither of those who were sending him flowers knew what they meant.
Cheren could have left the hospital the next day, but he decided to remain and ensure he would be well. With that extended stay came more flowers. He awoke to the morning's delivery, another bold yellow collection waiting for him - yes, this time, crysanthemums. "Please don't let me down!" the note seemed a little more impatient.
Well, he could wait - yellow Crysanthemums meant being slighted, after all.
In the evening came a wooden vase with blossoming red flowers along a single stalk. The nurse twittered her usual play at the boy's affections, but Cheren knew enough to recognise them as foxtail. "I heard this meant getting through your illness or something, so get well soon. Okay?"
It didn't mean that at all; foxtail - or better yet, 'Love-Lies-Bleeding' - spoke of hopelessness.
When Cheren woke up to find his room - slowly being filled with flowers as it was - now set with a huge boquet of yellow roses - he decided he'd finish being sick today and wake up tomorrow when he was better to be done with this whole mess. He only glanced once at the tag - "Roses mean love, right? Be mine!" before he shook his head in refusal.
Some might - but yellow roses often meant the end of a relationship.
The evening was accompanied by the nurse bringing him another boquet, this one just as big as the previous, and this time beautiful Marigolds; just dark enough that Cheren could be sure they weren't from the morning sender. The nurse looked as amused as ever. "It seems they're getting bolder. Listen to this," she took the tag and read it aloud although Cheren didn't care to hear too much. " 'I wanna tell you something when you're better... so come see me soon, okay?' Oooh, you're one popular young man~"
Marigolds meant grief. It was, for Cheren, pretty accurate - he was hating to turn them down.
In the morning, Cheren was ready to go, and politely declined to receive the flowers that had been sent to them today - with the fact that the deliveries had gotten bigger and bigger, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to carry them. Not that he was sure he wanted them - he was always travelling, and that meant there was nowhere for them to go. "You can keep them for yourself, if you want," he told the nurse with a smile on his face, knowing she'd enjoy them much more than him.
On the way out, though, Cheren still was offered something at the front desk. "Someone left this for you," a bored secretary produced for him a single box. Whatever it was, Cheren was sure it wouldn't be flowers. It was, unfortunately, and he was about to toss it until he realised he couldn't identify the flowers. Small, fragile black petals on a soft white sheet - no, he was sure, he'd never seen any like this before. He was still staring down at the box when he left the hospital.
It was because he was staring down at the box that he almost didn't notice the fighting that he walked right through - Barry and Ethan having a shouting match, until the moment Cheren passed between them and caught both their eyes. He was still staring into the box as he walked right past, trying to identify the flowers, and failed to notice both of them. Neither liked that idea though, and so the shouting began again behind Cheren.
Black flowers... no, now that he tested them with his finger, he could feel it - they'd been dyed, very carefully so as not to break them, but definitely dyed. What color were they originally? Now Cheren had to wrack his brain based on the shape, and that was much harder. "Coriander," he eventually recognized it, then snapped the box shut, with his face bright red as it sunk in. Of all the plants, who the hell would get choose Coriander of all things and why would it be black?
When Cheren looked back up, Black was waiting for him with a smile on his face. "Sorry I couldn't get here earlier; it's a long trip," he smiled softly. "Let's go get something to eat, shall we?" Cheren suddenly understood, and chastised himself for not getting it beforehand. Dyed black, to identify the sender. It would be just like Black to pick something obscure, too. More than that, he was sending a pretty obvious message with it.
Coriander wasn't an obvious choice when one wanted to speak with flowers - but when one did, it said, "I desire you."

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Next Episode: N walks in on Blue doing illicit things. How do they respond?
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