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A Very Indigo Christmas	By : lyarrah Category: Pokemon > General Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Green
- 2-Dawn and Blake
- 3-Brendan
- 4-Cheren
- 5-Lyra
- 6-Wally
- 7-Yellow
- 8-Silver
- 9-Ethan
- 10-Barry
- 4
- 5
- 6
LYRA

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‘Lyra?
Lyra? Fuck, she’s gone again.’

‘She’s
standing right there you know.’

‘I
know it but I don’t think she does. HEY, LYRA!’ May’s
shouting finally caught the younger girls’ attention and her
head snapped back around to the conversation. She was certain she was
the only one that had seen him leave.

‘What
did you say?’ She asked. Leaf giggled, already mildly
intoxicated. May rolled her eyes.

‘You
were getting all spacey again. It’s Christmas, we’re at a
party, and you’re still staring out a window. Oh shit, I should
go find Green. HEY GREEN!’ She yelled. By the time Lyra had
absorbed even half of May’s words, she found herself suddenly
alone with a very tipsy Leaf.

‘Why
didn’t you change your hair for tonight?’

‘I
didn’t feel like it.’

‘But
I told you everyone would be here and everyone’s already seen
your hair like that, because that’s how you wear it almost
every day.’

‘I
like it like this.’ Lyra insisted as Leaf slipped the bands
from her hair.

‘There,
that’s better. We’ve all seen it down like this before
but we don’t see it this way all the time so it looks like
you’ve put some extra effort in for the party.’ The older
girl smiled as she ran her fingers through the younger ones’
hair, fussing in much the same way an older sister would.

‘I
have to go.’

‘Go?
Go where?’

‘Just
to see someone, I’ll come back soon.’ Lyra had to force
Leaf’s hand out of her hair; for all her intentions, Leaf had
taken to stroking Lyra’s head as if she were a newborn Eevee
rather than a girl.

‘I’ll
be alone then.’

‘Why
don’t you go and find Green? You can save him from May.’

‘Oh,
the poor boy.’

Lyra
counted to ten in her head before she moved. It wasn’t so much
that she didn’t want to be followed or that she didn’t
want anyone knowing where she was going, she just knew that some
people preferred it when you arrived alone. She spun on her heel and
took off at a run as soon as she was out of sight. He stopped when he
heard her footsteps and tried to hide in the shadows. She slowed down
to a walk just outside the entrance hall and looked around carefully.
He couldn’t be too far ahead, not if she’d run the entire
way back down through the mansion. She took another step forward.

‘Oh.
It’s you.’ He grunted.

‘Last
time I checked I was me.’ She smiled.

‘Very
funny.’

‘Where
are you going?’

‘The
hell out of here.’

‘Why
did you come in the first place if you’re just going to leave?’

‘What?’

‘Well,
you’re here now and you must have come voluntarily because I
don’t think even Green could drag you here by the hair without
you fighting back. But you’re leaving already. It’s only
been an hour, have you even seen Lance yet?’

Silver
gritted his teeth and jerked open the front door, indicating with the
smallest hand gesture that Lyra had even seen that he was willing to
give her at least five minutes of his time. She followed him and his
Sneasel outside and on to the path.

‘He
didn’t try, I’m not leaving and no, I haven’t.’

‘Where
are you going then?’

‘Just…
out. For a walk.’

‘Were
you going to come back inside after your walk or were you going to
walk all the way home?’ He glanced over at her but had to look
away, she still had that look in her eyes that had always been there;
slightly dazed but thoughtful at the same time, he had never
understood it.

‘Just
for a walk.’

‘Good.
It’s Christmas, you know. You’re supposed to be nice at
Christmas, that way everyone gets to enjoy the season.’

‘I’m
never nice.’

‘I
know, but sometimes you can pretend so well that no one knows the
difference between you being yourself and you pretending to be a
jerk.’

‘Did
you just call me a jerk?’

‘Not
deliberately.’ Lyra said and took Silver’s arm so she was
walking closer to him than she had been before.

‘What
are you doing?’ At the shift in his tone of voice, Sneasel
moved closer as well, hovering just behind Lyra’s head to wait
for the inevitable command to attack.

‘I’m
cold.’ She said simply and unfazed by the breath on the back of
her neck. ‘Why did you come tonight if you’re just going
to leave so soon?’

‘Ethan
was coming, chances were high he’d be drinking and I’d
finally have an excuse to punch him in the face.’

Lyra
giggled.

‘And
the real reason?’

‘When
did you get half a brain?’

‘I
think that’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever given
anyone.’

‘Shut
up.’ He snapped. ‘So I didn’t look like a jerk that
hates Christmas.’

‘I
don’t think anyone would have cared if you’d stayed home,
it was your choice.’

‘I’m
okay with being a jerk.’ Sneasel moved forward then, claws
firmly pressing in to his shoulders in a way that would cause severe
bleeding if he so much as flinched; yet it was a comforting gesture,
one that he didn’t quite understand the origins of. ‘Should
at least pretend I’m not one at Christmas though, right?’

‘Right.’
She clutched his arm more tightly than before.

‘What
are you doing?’

‘I
told you, I’m cold.’

‘You
could go back inside.’

‘May’s
already so drunk she’s gone to find Green, Leaf isn’t far
behind and I don’t even know where Dawn is. I’m kind of
bored.’

‘What
are you going to do for the rest of the night then?’

‘Explore.
Lance lives in a mansion you know. Go to bed, I’m not sure yet.
Maybe I’ll find Dawn and be a little less bored.’

‘Why
don’t you go do that instead of annoying me then?’

‘Because
I’m not really annoying you.’

‘Yes
you are.’

‘Why
haven’t you had Sneasel chase me away yet?’

‘He
still likes you enough not to listen when I tell him to draw blood.’
Silver rolled his eyes. ‘I wouldn’t think twice about it
though.’

‘Okay.’
Lyra said. He’d made his point. She let go of his arm with one
hand and moved it up to his face, a gesture he didn’t
appreciate in the slightest. He appreciated the kiss to the cheek
that followed even less, and had he been a little less mature he
would have actively tried to wipe the spot clean.

‘Get
off me.’

‘Happy
birthday Silver.’ She said and dropped his arm entirely,
walking back up the front path and back into the house. Perhaps it
was time for some cake, she thought.
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