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A short little story about my main PCA character, Rene. Hope you all like it. This goes out to all the great PCA artists who've taken the time to talk with me: Kae, Kompy, Asuraludu, Carlito, and of course Shawntae for starting the PCA.
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It was raining. A downpour really, showering down from a gray, overcast sky. Reynard Vulpes—or to most people just René—found that it was somehow fitting. This wasn’t a day for sunshine and blue skies…not for him anyway.
“Next time,” René groaned to himself as he trudged through the rain with his backpack. “Remember to bring an umbrella before you storm out of the house.” He felt himself getting soaked to the fur with rain. It made for rather slow going, especially since wet fur made his tails drag down behind him, acting like a natural anchor dragging behind him.
Eventually, every step became more and more difficult as he got more and more soaked. By the time he finally reached his destination he looked like a drowned squirrel. The door to the dorm being naturally locked, René simply sat at the top of the stairs, under the awning and waited for someone to come inside.
Hugging his legs close to his chest, René rested his head down upon his knees. Without meaning too, he found himself drifting off.
There was a bright light. A large white room and a doctor in a white coat. He shook his head. “I’m sorry…”
“Chica!” René jerked his head up. Readjusting his glasses he stared up into the faces of Neve Oscadreja and Skylar Ferroti. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah.” René’s teeth chattered. When did THAT start happening?
“You waiting to come inside honey?” Skylar asked as she used her key to open the door to the PCA girl’s dormitory. This wasn’t the first time René had spent the night at the girls’ dorm. It wasn’t really allowed but none of the girls minded having him there. René had done such a thorough job at emasculating himself in the eyes of the female student population of the PCA that most of them saw him as one of the girls. It was endearing in a confused kind of way.
“Thanks.” René shivered as he stood up.
“Hey, you know you’re welcome here anytime.” Neve said as she opened the door. “Ladies first.”
“Funny.” René grinned as he stepped inside. “What time is it?”
“Half past Eleven.” Skylar answered. René winced. He’d been sitting out on the steps for over two hours. “Neve insisted that we come back to the dorm early tonight.”
“I didn’t need a bunch of wild party animals constantly trying to stare at my chest all night.” Neve snorted.
“So you thought you’d let René do it?” Skylar teased. Neve just snorted.
“Chica here? He wouldn’t do that, would you?” She grinned as she grabbed Rene by the shoulder and buried his face in her chest. René jerked his face back, flushed with embarrassment.
“What was that about?!” He squealed in a high, cracked voice. Neve just snickered at his expression and Skylar’s dropped jaw.
“See? Chica here isn’t like those pigs.” Neve proved. “He’s a sweet boy.” She ruffled his hair.
René rolled his eyes. “You’re worse than Mitzi.” He told her. “She can’t keep her hands off my tail! ‘Aww, it’s so cuuuute!’ ” Rene mimicked.
Any number of the girls at the PCA liked treating him like their little brother or a pet. It drove a lot of the guys crazy because he had access to the girls that they could only DREAM of, yet wasn’t even interested in them THAT way.
“She’s a sweet girl.” Skylar said. “Scatterbrained and confused, but sweet. What’re you laughing at Neve?” She asked her roommate.
“Nothing,” Neve wheezed as she tried to control her laughter. There was a case of the teapot calling the kettle black.
“Anything interesting happen at this party?” René asked as the three of them trudged up the stairs. “Besides the usual?”
“You just assume that every time Blister and I are at a party together that we’re gonna end up trading insults.” Neve accused.
“Am I wrong?” René asked.
“…no.” Neve admitted.
“Charla was hanging off Rayon’s arm.” Skylar reported eagerly, not passing up the chance to gossip.
“The Ecks girl?” René wrinkled his muzzle. He didn’t care much for her. Well, to be fair it was really her mother René couldn’t stand.
“Yeah…he had to go though when Nigel—you know, Garkirl?—spilled some of his soda on Rayon’s chest.”
“At least he managed to get a drink.” Neve complained. “The drink table got knocked over when Sexton tossed Zeke off of him…and then again when Romano tackled Zeke.”
“Romano’s rather…fixated on Zeke.” René sighed. One of his teammates, Romano Gligax was obsessed with Zeke Kroo the zubat…why he could never figure out.
“Nice to see Zeke get some of his own medicine.” Skylar giggled.
“Weaver and Ishtar were making out in the back room.” Neve shook her head. “I swear those two would jack up the world if they put their psychic minds to it.”
“There’s a pleasant image.” Skylar commented. “Almost as plesant as the cold looks Nubia and Weaver kept giving each other. I wonder what the deal is there—Ooh! Nicolas and Arora were there too. They are so cuute together!”
“Was Nicole there?” René asked, referring to Nicolas’ twin sister.
“Why do you want to know?” Neve asked.
“No reason.” René said quickly, a little too casually. Neve just grinned knowingly at him. Skylar missed the byplay though as she was telling about what Tenebra had done when to Armstrong when he tried to frighten her off with his macho act (it wasn’t pretty).
“Somebody’s got a cruu-uush!” Neve observed in a sing-song tone, low so Skylar couldn’t hear. René blushed and looked away, mumbling weak denials.
“—and that’s when Armstrong managed to pull the spoon out of his—oh here we are!” Skylar exclaimed as they stopped at Sam’s room.
“You going to be okay chica?” Neve asked René, a little concerned. René ended up spending a night at the girl’s dorm about once a month and it wasn’t just because of the gossip. It wasn’t a secret that René didn’t get along with his dad and that his mom was—
He was back in the large white room. The tall doctor in the white coat leaned down to look René in the face. He shook his head. “I’m sorry…”
René shook his head to dislodge the image. “I’ll be okay.”
“Well, you know our room’s right down the hall if you need anything. Take care chica.” Neve said as she gave him a hug. Skylar planted a massive, metallic talon on his shoulder in a comforting manner before they walked down the hall.
René watched them go then knocked on the door. “Sam? You there?” René stepped back as his teammate Ibtisam al-Scycura—Sam to her friends—opened the door and stared sleepily at him.
“René?” She blinked as her vision came back into focus.
“Nice sleepwear.” René smiled, looking at the scyther clad only in a large t-shirt.
“At least I don’t look like something a gyarados coughed up.” Sam retorted. Then her face softened. “I thought you might come tonight. Eight years, huh?”
“Yeah.” René said dully.
“I talked to Romano and Rahne earlier. They wanted to know if there was anything they could do—” Sam started but trailed off when René shook his head. On one level René was to know that despite only having known Sam and the other members of Team Turquoise—Rahne LaPries and Romano Gligax—for one year, that they managed to remember what today meant for him. On the other hand…
“You want to come in?” Sam asked as she stepped aside to let René in. René just trudged inside without saying a word. “I brought in a spare cot for you. It’s not much but—”
“Thanks.” René said as he collapsed face down onto it, still wearing his wet clothes.
“If you want to talk—” Sam offered.
“No thanks.” René mumbled into his pillow. “G’night.” Sam sighed.
“All right. Good night René.” She turned off the lights and stepped around the cot in order to crawl back into bed herself.
René didn’t even realize he’d fallen asleep. The next thing he knew he was back there again…
The doctor kneeled down and placed a comforting hand on René’s shoulder. “I’m sorry…” he told him sadly. “There’s nothing more we can do.”
“Mommy!” A seven year-old René screamed as he ran away from the doctor and into his mother’s room. “Mom!”
“René!” Sam said as she shook René awake. “Are you okay?”
“Mom?” René asked in confusion as he woke up. He bolted upright in the darkness and looked around, not knowing where he was. Then it came back to him. All of it. “Mom…” He half-sighed, half-whimpered as his lower lip started quivering and tears started rolling down his cheeks.
“Oh René…” Sam sighed as she hugged him. “I’m so sorry.” That simple act of kindness from a friend and teammate—who normally was not the huggy, feeling type—broke whatever reserve René had. He started crying on Sam’s shoulder as she rubbed his back.
Eight years ago. Eight years ago tonight. That’s when his mom—his beautiful loving mother Vera Kitsunegari; athlete, model, and best mother anywhere—was in an accident. She was driving, there was a crash…Vera slipped into a coma and never came out.
René had just spent the entire day at her bedside, as he’d done every year since the accident. He only came home long enough to argue with his father about how little he cared about her—René’s father hadn’t visited her since the accident—and storm out to go to the girl’s dorm, same thing he did last year when he was a freshman. He never had a shoulder to cry on before and he was taking advantage of it now.
Last year René barely knew Sam and the other members of the team he put together under pressure from his father. But last year Sam saw René storming out of his house and wandering the streets, alone and miserable. She offered to let him spend the night at the dorm. He accepted. Whenever things at home got too ugly, René would go to Sam’s to spend the night. René’s appearance was so ambiguous that none of the dorm mothers or RAs caught on that he wasn’t a girl and none of the girls who knew about his situation would rat him out.
It was kind of hard not to know about his ‘situation’ since his mother had been pretty well known, as was his businessmon father. In fact, the mother of Charla Rey—the girl René had been talking about with Skylar and Neve earlier—was Eureka Ecks, a notorious ‘journalist’ with a name for taking outrageous pictures of the rich and famous…even intruding on the private grief of a seven year-old boy crying at his comatose mother’s bedside.
Back in the present, René cried until he couldn’t cry anymore. Sam just held him close and let him vent, rocking him slowly. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah.” René hiccupped. “I just…I really miss my mom.”
“I know.” Sam squeezed him. “Let’s just go to bed. I promise you’ll feel better in the morning.”
“’Kay.” Rene sighed. Shivering slightly, he hugged himself. “C-can, can I—can I sleep with you?” Sam did a double-take that looked more real than anything in the movies before she realized what he was really asking.
“Oh, okay.” She said. “Whatever makes you comfortable, but first.” Sam held up a finger. “Get out of those wet clothes.” Now it was René’s turn to look shocked. “Oh get your mind out of the gutter.” She snorted playfully. “I don’t want you soaking my bed with your wet clothes. So off. Off off off off.” She kept repeating until René kicked off his shoes and started getting undressed.
“Nice sleepwear.” Sam snorted when René peeled his wet jeans off and stood there in his heart-studded boxers. “I see you didn’t go with your Venasaur’s Secret panties today.”
“They’re in the wash.” René explained as he picked something out of his backpack and then headed over to Sam’s bed. “Shut up.”
“Fine.” Sam smirked as she scooched over to give René room. “What’s that?” She asked. In his hands René held a stuffed growlithe plush.
“Mom promised me a pet growlithe for my eighth birthday.” René explained. “After—after, dad refused to get one. This is the last thing my mom ever gave me. Dad would’ve gotten rid of this if he knew I had it.”
“Then we just won’t have to tell him, will we?” Sam smiled as René climbed into bed, hugging the plush to his chest as he cuddled up close to Sam. The two of them were not even remotely interested in one another in a romantic sense. Sam just made René feel…safe.
“Hey René? How about if we sleep in tomorrow and then go get Rahne and Romano and go pay your mom a visit? I think I’d like to meet her. She sounds like a totally cool mom.”
“The coolest.” René yawned. “Thanks Sam. I think she’d like that.”
“Goodnight René.”
“Goodnight Sam.”
THE END
René, Sam, Romano, and Rahne are © to me
Neve, Skylar, and Tenebra are © to Carlito
Nigel and Charla are © to Kompy
Nicolas, Nicole, Arora, and Sexton are © to Asuraludu
Weaver, Ishtar, Zeke, and Armstrong are © to KaeMantis
Rayon and Nubia as well as the PCA concept is © to EbonyLeopard
“Next time,” René groaned to himself as he trudged through the rain with his backpack. “Remember to bring an umbrella before you storm out of the house.” He felt himself getting soaked to the fur with rain. It made for rather slow going, especially since wet fur made his tails drag down behind him, acting like a natural anchor dragging behind him.
Eventually, every step became more and more difficult as he got more and more soaked. By the time he finally reached his destination he looked like a drowned squirrel. The door to the dorm being naturally locked, René simply sat at the top of the stairs, under the awning and waited for someone to come inside.
Hugging his legs close to his chest, René rested his head down upon his knees. Without meaning too, he found himself drifting off.
There was a bright light. A large white room and a doctor in a white coat. He shook his head. “I’m sorry…”
“Chica!” René jerked his head up. Readjusting his glasses he stared up into the faces of Neve Oscadreja and Skylar Ferroti. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah.” René’s teeth chattered. When did THAT start happening?
“You waiting to come inside honey?” Skylar asked as she used her key to open the door to the PCA girl’s dormitory. This wasn’t the first time René had spent the night at the girls’ dorm. It wasn’t really allowed but none of the girls minded having him there. René had done such a thorough job at emasculating himself in the eyes of the female student population of the PCA that most of them saw him as one of the girls. It was endearing in a confused kind of way.
“Thanks.” René shivered as he stood up.
“Hey, you know you’re welcome here anytime.” Neve said as she opened the door. “Ladies first.”
“Funny.” René grinned as he stepped inside. “What time is it?”
“Half past Eleven.” Skylar answered. René winced. He’d been sitting out on the steps for over two hours. “Neve insisted that we come back to the dorm early tonight.”
“I didn’t need a bunch of wild party animals constantly trying to stare at my chest all night.” Neve snorted.
“So you thought you’d let René do it?” Skylar teased. Neve just snorted.
“Chica here? He wouldn’t do that, would you?” She grinned as she grabbed Rene by the shoulder and buried his face in her chest. René jerked his face back, flushed with embarrassment.
“What was that about?!” He squealed in a high, cracked voice. Neve just snickered at his expression and Skylar’s dropped jaw.
“See? Chica here isn’t like those pigs.” Neve proved. “He’s a sweet boy.” She ruffled his hair.
René rolled his eyes. “You’re worse than Mitzi.” He told her. “She can’t keep her hands off my tail! ‘Aww, it’s so cuuuute!’ ” Rene mimicked.
Any number of the girls at the PCA liked treating him like their little brother or a pet. It drove a lot of the guys crazy because he had access to the girls that they could only DREAM of, yet wasn’t even interested in them THAT way.
“She’s a sweet girl.” Skylar said. “Scatterbrained and confused, but sweet. What’re you laughing at Neve?” She asked her roommate.
“Nothing,” Neve wheezed as she tried to control her laughter. There was a case of the teapot calling the kettle black.
“Anything interesting happen at this party?” René asked as the three of them trudged up the stairs. “Besides the usual?”
“You just assume that every time Blister and I are at a party together that we’re gonna end up trading insults.” Neve accused.
“Am I wrong?” René asked.
“…no.” Neve admitted.
“Charla was hanging off Rayon’s arm.” Skylar reported eagerly, not passing up the chance to gossip.
“The Ecks girl?” René wrinkled his muzzle. He didn’t care much for her. Well, to be fair it was really her mother René couldn’t stand.
“Yeah…he had to go though when Nigel—you know, Garkirl?—spilled some of his soda on Rayon’s chest.”
“At least he managed to get a drink.” Neve complained. “The drink table got knocked over when Sexton tossed Zeke off of him…and then again when Romano tackled Zeke.”
“Romano’s rather…fixated on Zeke.” René sighed. One of his teammates, Romano Gligax was obsessed with Zeke Kroo the zubat…why he could never figure out.
“Nice to see Zeke get some of his own medicine.” Skylar giggled.
“Weaver and Ishtar were making out in the back room.” Neve shook her head. “I swear those two would jack up the world if they put their psychic minds to it.”
“There’s a pleasant image.” Skylar commented. “Almost as plesant as the cold looks Nubia and Weaver kept giving each other. I wonder what the deal is there—Ooh! Nicolas and Arora were there too. They are so cuute together!”
“Was Nicole there?” René asked, referring to Nicolas’ twin sister.
“Why do you want to know?” Neve asked.
“No reason.” René said quickly, a little too casually. Neve just grinned knowingly at him. Skylar missed the byplay though as she was telling about what Tenebra had done when to Armstrong when he tried to frighten her off with his macho act (it wasn’t pretty).
“Somebody’s got a cruu-uush!” Neve observed in a sing-song tone, low so Skylar couldn’t hear. René blushed and looked away, mumbling weak denials.
“—and that’s when Armstrong managed to pull the spoon out of his—oh here we are!” Skylar exclaimed as they stopped at Sam’s room.
“You going to be okay chica?” Neve asked René, a little concerned. René ended up spending a night at the girl’s dorm about once a month and it wasn’t just because of the gossip. It wasn’t a secret that René didn’t get along with his dad and that his mom was—
He was back in the large white room. The tall doctor in the white coat leaned down to look René in the face. He shook his head. “I’m sorry…”
René shook his head to dislodge the image. “I’ll be okay.”
“Well, you know our room’s right down the hall if you need anything. Take care chica.” Neve said as she gave him a hug. Skylar planted a massive, metallic talon on his shoulder in a comforting manner before they walked down the hall.
René watched them go then knocked on the door. “Sam? You there?” René stepped back as his teammate Ibtisam al-Scycura—Sam to her friends—opened the door and stared sleepily at him.
“René?” She blinked as her vision came back into focus.
“Nice sleepwear.” René smiled, looking at the scyther clad only in a large t-shirt.
“At least I don’t look like something a gyarados coughed up.” Sam retorted. Then her face softened. “I thought you might come tonight. Eight years, huh?”
“Yeah.” René said dully.
“I talked to Romano and Rahne earlier. They wanted to know if there was anything they could do—” Sam started but trailed off when René shook his head. On one level René was to know that despite only having known Sam and the other members of Team Turquoise—Rahne LaPries and Romano Gligax—for one year, that they managed to remember what today meant for him. On the other hand…
“You want to come in?” Sam asked as she stepped aside to let René in. René just trudged inside without saying a word. “I brought in a spare cot for you. It’s not much but—”
“Thanks.” René said as he collapsed face down onto it, still wearing his wet clothes.
“If you want to talk—” Sam offered.
“No thanks.” René mumbled into his pillow. “G’night.” Sam sighed.
“All right. Good night René.” She turned off the lights and stepped around the cot in order to crawl back into bed herself.
René didn’t even realize he’d fallen asleep. The next thing he knew he was back there again…
The doctor kneeled down and placed a comforting hand on René’s shoulder. “I’m sorry…” he told him sadly. “There’s nothing more we can do.”
“Mommy!” A seven year-old René screamed as he ran away from the doctor and into his mother’s room. “Mom!”
“René!” Sam said as she shook René awake. “Are you okay?”
“Mom?” René asked in confusion as he woke up. He bolted upright in the darkness and looked around, not knowing where he was. Then it came back to him. All of it. “Mom…” He half-sighed, half-whimpered as his lower lip started quivering and tears started rolling down his cheeks.
“Oh René…” Sam sighed as she hugged him. “I’m so sorry.” That simple act of kindness from a friend and teammate—who normally was not the huggy, feeling type—broke whatever reserve René had. He started crying on Sam’s shoulder as she rubbed his back.
Eight years ago. Eight years ago tonight. That’s when his mom—his beautiful loving mother Vera Kitsunegari; athlete, model, and best mother anywhere—was in an accident. She was driving, there was a crash…Vera slipped into a coma and never came out.
René had just spent the entire day at her bedside, as he’d done every year since the accident. He only came home long enough to argue with his father about how little he cared about her—René’s father hadn’t visited her since the accident—and storm out to go to the girl’s dorm, same thing he did last year when he was a freshman. He never had a shoulder to cry on before and he was taking advantage of it now.
Last year René barely knew Sam and the other members of the team he put together under pressure from his father. But last year Sam saw René storming out of his house and wandering the streets, alone and miserable. She offered to let him spend the night at the dorm. He accepted. Whenever things at home got too ugly, René would go to Sam’s to spend the night. René’s appearance was so ambiguous that none of the dorm mothers or RAs caught on that he wasn’t a girl and none of the girls who knew about his situation would rat him out.
It was kind of hard not to know about his ‘situation’ since his mother had been pretty well known, as was his businessmon father. In fact, the mother of Charla Rey—the girl René had been talking about with Skylar and Neve earlier—was Eureka Ecks, a notorious ‘journalist’ with a name for taking outrageous pictures of the rich and famous…even intruding on the private grief of a seven year-old boy crying at his comatose mother’s bedside.
Back in the present, René cried until he couldn’t cry anymore. Sam just held him close and let him vent, rocking him slowly. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah.” René hiccupped. “I just…I really miss my mom.”
“I know.” Sam squeezed him. “Let’s just go to bed. I promise you’ll feel better in the morning.”
“’Kay.” Rene sighed. Shivering slightly, he hugged himself. “C-can, can I—can I sleep with you?” Sam did a double-take that looked more real than anything in the movies before she realized what he was really asking.
“Oh, okay.” She said. “Whatever makes you comfortable, but first.” Sam held up a finger. “Get out of those wet clothes.” Now it was René’s turn to look shocked. “Oh get your mind out of the gutter.” She snorted playfully. “I don’t want you soaking my bed with your wet clothes. So off. Off off off off.” She kept repeating until René kicked off his shoes and started getting undressed.
“Nice sleepwear.” Sam snorted when René peeled his wet jeans off and stood there in his heart-studded boxers. “I see you didn’t go with your Venasaur’s Secret panties today.”
“They’re in the wash.” René explained as he picked something out of his backpack and then headed over to Sam’s bed. “Shut up.”
“Fine.” Sam smirked as she scooched over to give René room. “What’s that?” She asked. In his hands René held a stuffed growlithe plush.
“Mom promised me a pet growlithe for my eighth birthday.” René explained. “After—after, dad refused to get one. This is the last thing my mom ever gave me. Dad would’ve gotten rid of this if he knew I had it.”
“Then we just won’t have to tell him, will we?” Sam smiled as René climbed into bed, hugging the plush to his chest as he cuddled up close to Sam. The two of them were not even remotely interested in one another in a romantic sense. Sam just made René feel…safe.
“Hey René? How about if we sleep in tomorrow and then go get Rahne and Romano and go pay your mom a visit? I think I’d like to meet her. She sounds like a totally cool mom.”
“The coolest.” René yawned. “Thanks Sam. I think she’d like that.”
“Goodnight René.”
“Goodnight Sam.”
THE END
René, Sam, Romano, and Rahne are © to me
Neve, Skylar, and Tenebra are © to Carlito
Nigel and Charla are © to Kompy
Nicolas, Nicole, Arora, and Sexton are © to Asuraludu
Weaver, Ishtar, Zeke, and Armstrong are © to KaeMantis
Rayon and Nubia as well as the PCA concept is © to EbonyLeopard
I know, I was saying it could have been Skylar. She kind of has a thing for the tough guys, literally. Part of the reason she joined the school's Pokeball team was so that she could find out who could take a hit ;)
Not to say the soft and squishy ones aren't fun to flirt with.
Not to say the soft and squishy ones aren't fun to flirt with.
Figures. The best ones always are. I really like Neve. I don't know what it is about her: being short, a sneazel, having a rough upringing, being Latina, but she is my favorite character of yours. I love her!
Neve: WHAT?! *Glares at Rene*
Rene: I didn't say it! He did! He did!
Neve: WHAT?! *Glares at Rene*
Rene: I didn't say it! He did! He did!
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