RD: Bad Romance: Chapter 7

"What is the meaning of this?"

Matthew looked down at the Pachirisu and the Chatot as he held the fishing rod in his wing while Elizabeth glared at them with annoyance from behind.  Scartch and Sibelius were scared at this point; this was not part of their plan and to be busted by these two, they knew something bad was going to happen to them.  They then felt ashamed of themselves and let their heads drop.

"Sib..." Scratch said getting the Chatot's attention, "....Tell 'em."

Sibelius looked at Scratch was about to tell him no and that it was his idea, but since they were already busted, he might as well.  After all, he did participate in this plan and he did indeed go along with it.

"Okay..." Sibelius sniffed pitifully; he felt as if he was about to cry for ruining his uncle's Christmas, "Edna told us why you two were fighting in the first place....and we felt bad for you guys.....so we thought that...that..." Sibelius couldn't hold it in anymore.

"YOU ALWAYS WANTED ME TO BE AN HONORABLE MEMBER OF THIS TEAM!" Sibelius shouted at his uncle; he had to make his uncle hear him out, "AND VERUKA ALWAYS SAYS TO HELP OTHERS IF THEY'RE FEELING BAD OR IF THEY'RE IN TROUBLE!  WELL, WE DECIDED THAT SINCE YOU AND ELIZABETH WERE FEELING BAD FROM THAT STUPID ARGUMENT, WE WANTED TO HELP!" He took a second to breathe, "AND I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO BE SAD FOR THE HOLIDAYS!  I'M SORRY!"

As Sibelius bursted into tears after his emotional speech, Matthew felt awful for both of the boys, especially his nephew.  He went over to Sibelius, picked him up, and tried to comfort him  by shushing him soothingly.  Usually he would punish the boys badly for doing something like this, but since these two boys tried to help them out, he couldn't really do anything.  Scratch just stood there wondering what has gotten into Sibelius; he'd never do something like that.  He then decided that Sibelius must be turning bipolar like his uncle was today.  Then, before he knew it, He was being picked up by the scruff of his neck by ELizabeth.

"Is Edna at zat party over master's house?" she asked the Pachirisu, who was surprised she'd ask something like that.

"Um....I guess so."

"Good because I'm gonna kick her ass later."

"Why?"

"For sticking her nose vhere it shouldn't be, of course."

"...May I watch?"

The Vespiquen had to think a moment.

".......Only if you don't record it and submit it to YouTube."

"Deal."

Elizabeth then dropped Scratch who then yelled out "BOB SAGET!" when he fell to the ground.  Meanwhile, Matthew was making sure Sibelius was feeling alright.

"Sibelius, look at me," Matthew said to his nephew.  Sibelius looked at his uncle with a tear stained face.

"What you boys tried to do was rather sweet," Matthew admitted, "but you can't get into people's personal business by stuff such as this."

"Why?" Sibelius said after he had calmed himself down from his uncle's comforting, "I just wanted you to be happy for Christmas time..."

"But everything is fine now." Matthew reassured, "And I promise you and Scratch, right here and now, nothing like that will happen ever again." There was a tiny pause.  

"And Elizabeth and I apologize for what you two had just witnessed earlier today." he added while Elizabeth nodded her head quietly.   

Sibelius smiled at his uncle; he was feeling better from his uncle's words.  He looked at his friend, who smiled as well.  Their plan may not have worked but at least everything's alright now.  Ross was right; love just has to go at it's on pace.  Matthew took those smiles as an acceptance for the apology.

"So," Matthew asked his nephew and Scratch, "what did we learn today?"

"Love is like an onion." Sibelius said with a grin on his face as he held up an onion that probably came from the dumpster, "The more you peel away it's layers, the more it stinks."  

After those "touching" words of wisdom, Sibelius took a huge bite out of the onion and ate it with pride.  At this point, all three pokemon just looked at the Chatot with "wtf!?" expressions.

"Like I said earlier," Scratch said to his friend with a "-_-" look and killing the silence, "you're deep and motivating."

"MERRY CHRISTMAS SCRATCH!" Sibelius shouted in Scratch's face, causing the Pachirisu to gag and cough.

"That..." Scratch coughed, "was not necessary!"

"Good lord..." Matthew said quietly shaking his head; what was he going to do with these two?  "No....that isn't what had in my mind.  And where on earth did you come up with that?"

The boys looked at each other nervously.  They didn't how they were supposed to answer that, so they decided to get the hell out of here before something else happens.

"And on that note, we are leaving." Scratch announced quickly to Matthew and Elizabeth, "So don't bother finding us because we'll be at the party....c'mon Sib let's go hang the mistletoe under Vincent and Napoleon."

"I'm in my happy place, Scratch."  Sibelius said as he was being dragged along by the Pachirisu.

As the miraculous duo ran off from Matthew's sight, he had a small smile on his face.  He realized the real reason why those two tried to bring him and Elizabeth together with the mistletoe.  He had to admit, even though those two little ones may be a major handful and a bit strange, they're actually smarter than you think.

"Sibelius and Scratch....," Matthew chuckled to himself, "They are indeed two snowflakes alike."

Matthew then turned to his friend and completely changed expressions.  Elizabeth had her back turned to the Honchkrow and seemed as if she was really sad about something.  Matthew would normally stay out of other people's business, but since Elizabeth was his friend, he had to see what the matter was.  He quietly went over to the Vespiquen to get a closer look and when he did, he was a bit surprised.  Elizabeth was indeed sad, in fact, she was crying.  Tears streamed down her face making her eyes sparkle like rubies as she looked at Matthew.  Matthew eyes widen a bit at the sight.  He thought she looked absolutely beautiful, especially with the night lamp's light shining down on her.  His "emotion" turned into a fire-breathing dragon, spitting out its warm flames; Matthew was able to gain composure though.  He took Elizabeth's chin with his wing and lifted it up to have her look at him in the eye while he gently wiped away her tears with the other wing.  Elizabeth took a sharp breath at the Honchkrow's touch and blushed a little bit.  When she was in that close of a distance to the Honchkrow, Matthew looked really breath-taking to her; she seriously almost did lose herself in his garnet colored eyes.

"Elizabeth," Matthew said soothingly, making the Vespiquen come back to reality, "What is it?"

"I know you didn't mean vhat you said earlier but..." Elizabeth sniffed, "vhat you said vas...true..."

"Elizabeth...." Matthew said sadly; he hated seeing her or saying stuff like this, "I am so sorry I said that to you, I really am.  It's just...."

"Please don't apologize..." Elizabeth said, "...I somewhat deserved zat for spitting in your face.  Plus...I made up my mind and I am going to stop smoking.  I realize that life is short and I do vant to live longer and-"

"Elizabeth..." Matthew interrupted, "I really don't care if you smoke; I just don't want you to hurt yourself.  However, even if you do decide to quit, what is the real reason?"

Elizabeth somewhat knew that Matthew would know that she was lying about why she was going to stop smoking; she just wished that he didn't.  She didn't want to tell him the truth, but she didn't want to keep hiding from Matthew either.  More tears rushed down her face; this was going to be hard for her.

"The main reason vhy..." she said with a cracked voice while taking a shaky breath, "...is you.  Matthew...I know zat you lost your vife...and you're not ready to take zat route again but...you're the only pokemon on this ranch zat I relate to and for the first time, vhen ve first met, I actually felt...happy.  Matthew...I understand if you're not interested in this nonsense....but..... I can't do it.  I can't keep it in for much longer...." She had to tell him, now, "I love you.  I don't care if ve're not meant to be.  I love you and I'm never going to regret this feeling!" Elizabeth bursted into tears; she was now scared of what the Honchkrow might say.  

Matthew lower beak hanged open a little bit.  He couldn't believe it.  She had feelings for him this whole time as well?  He felt like flying up in the air and singing with joy.  Hearing this made the Honchkrow feel the same way he did for his wife back then, but this one was a little stronger.  He wanted to tell Elizabeth that he felt the same way as well but he saw something on the ground and it gave him an idea.  He picked the item up and looked at the Vespiquen.  He knew his idea would be risky, but he wasn't afraid to take a chance on it.     

"There it is." He said, getting her attention.

"Hm?"

Before Elizabeth knew it, Matthew pulled her in closer and passionately kissed her while holding up the mistletoe that was from the boys' fishing rod.  Elizabeth froze at first, then slowly closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Matthew's neck and happily kissed him back.  She got the message and felt as if this were a love story.  Matthew felt the same way; he was feeling so much better than before.  The "emotion" felt like a phoenix had been raised from its ashes and soared through an endless night.  The kiss made them feel as if they were in a volcano due to the cold weather; they didn't want this end at all.  After what seemed to be eternity, their kiss sadly parted.  They stared at each other with love written all over their faces for a while until Matthew spoke.

"I...always figured that mistletoe was such a unique plant." Matthew said with a smile while twirling the mistletoe in his feathered fingers, "It can really get something out of the other."   

"You..." Elizabeth laughed knowing what the Honchkrow meant by that, "...are such an asshole."

"Thank you." Matthew smiled.

Elizabeth and Matthew hugged each other for a long time.  The hug wasn't as warm feeling as the kiss was, but it was doable.  Matthew and Elizabeth really were going to have a good Christmas this year.  They both got what they wanted; they wanted each other.  Their diseases.  Their psycho.  Their horror.  Their love.  They wanted everything as long it was free.  He knew that she wanted him.  And she knew that he wanted her.  They were indeed caught in a bad romance.