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Love Me (MayxDrew)-(AshxMisty)
Disclaimer-I do not own any of these characters. The only thing that I do own is the concept of this new contest. Enjoy!
LOVE ME by ProtrainerEon It was cold. So very cold...... Drew sat on one of the lined up benches for coordinators entering the Lilycove contest. He wanted to win, but something-or rather someone else had been occupying his thoughts. He refused to admit it. He just couldn't be in love with May, could he? The winter cold that entered the contest building was nothing to him. She was all he cared about. Then, she entered... --------------------------------------------------------------------- May sat down, not paying much attention to who she sat by, as she was thinking about what attacks to use in this contest. Lilycove had announced that this would be the hardest contest yet, and that the two finalists would get gold-encrusted medals-not ribbons-medals. She was tense. May sat upright. She couldn't lose her cool now, not now of all times. Then she looked beside her... --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey May! I brought somethin' for ya!" That was Ash. "Why are you sitting by me May? You're not cool enough." Drew said dismissively, waving May off. He hated to do or say that, yet he had to act as if the very mention of him liking her was laughable. That would definitely cover up his secret. "I'll sit where I choose to sit thank you!" May yelled, walking over to Ash fuming. "Ooh that Drew! Who does he think he is waving me off! I'll show him!" How much you love him? "What did you say?" May asked out loud. She couldn't beleive how childish Ash was acting. He was playful, but this... Ash looked at her questioningly and asked, "Are you feeling ok May? Who are you talking to?" "WELL ASH KETCHUM, IF THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A JOKE QUIT THE ACT BECAUSE IT ISN'T FUNNY AT ALL!" With that May stormed off in the opposite direction, sitting several benches away from Drew. Ash whispered, "What did I say?" Drew acted as if May weren't there, ignoring the urge to wrap his arms around her. He wanted to break the distance between them and kiss her...NO! He would not allow himself to like May, he didn't like her! He just didn't like May! He turned away when he found himself staring at her as she sobbed quietly, wanting to hold her and stroke her, calm her...He acted oblivious to the entire situation. Drew had to stay calm. Threre was only ten minutes of time left before he put his skills to the test, and he knew May would have to face him in a contest battle... Ash gaped. "May...your popcorn..." He held the bag of buttery goodness in astonishment. "More for me then," he decided, and returned to sit with Max and Brock, devouring the popcorn. May had no idea how this had happened. She was crying. Of all days too! Today was her day of glory, and she must be strong, for her friends. The people of Lilycove wanted a show, and they would definitely get one. She stood calmly, and walked to a nearby bathroom, splashing water on her face and using a towel to dry herself off. She looked in the mirror, and to her astonishment, saw a happy May. She decided then that that was just how she would act, happy. She sat back down at her very lonely bench, looking confident. She avoided seeing Drew...and hated to do so. Drew knew otherwise. May was a nervous wreck right now, which would allow him to be the last one standing. Roselia had recently learned a new move. With this move, he would wow the audience and judges, making him the best. He had to eliminate May, and despised this fact, but it had to be done. Just then, a man began to call off names. It was time for the Lilycove contest. |
Love Me fanfic chapter 2
Chapter 2 of LOVE ME
REVISED by ProtrainerEon Confess your feelings... May heard someone channeling their words into her mind. "Who's there?" she asked, and instantly felt stupid when she noticed three top notch contestants were looking at her like she was strange. During this embarrassing moment, she realized that she had yelled angrily at Ash for something he didn't even say. She would take part in the contest, and patch things up with him later. "Sorry everyone," she said. "Just uh...nervous is all." They all nodded and waited to hear their names. Then it hit her. May knew what she would do for the contest. The one special thing about this contest was she could use two pokemon for her appeal. She had a plan. Drew had a plan for a great appeal as well. All he had to do was stay calm. "Kimberley Wimple will now make her appeal." A brunnete with wire-rimmed glasses and a curvy figure stood and walked onstage. "Go Flaafy," she cried, releasing an electric lamb which squn gracefully through the air as it landed. One judge said, "The stylish entrance gets you three extra points. Now make your first appeal." The beautiful lamb used a shower of shiny sparks to dazzle the audience, then used Thunder, lighting up the entire building with a blue sparkling streak of lightning (except for backstage)! A routine that was obviously thouroughly practiced blew away the judges. The following attacks were Thunder Wave (which was practiced so that it spread outward for contests performances and not focus in one direction), a blindingly brilliant rapid spin combined with Flash, spreading an amazing rainbow colored blast of light around the forever echoing contest hall. The last appeal made was agility and volt tackle combined, which made everyone have to squint to see the blue streak moving rapidly in dizzying yet unique dance patterns. The highest score in this contest was thirty. Kimberley was given a 24.8 The second person, Fernando Pearl, slipped up and did horribly (commanded the wrong move), getting a solid 11. He confidently released Geodude and Delibird. Fernando started off with a strange combination that worked, as he thought it would. Geodude used rapid spin to get above Delibird, who lifted Geodude after a few seconds into the air with a rapid spin tornado, and gently placed it back onstage. However, his next appeals were different, but one was not so spectacular in the eyes of the judges. He followed up with Rock Blast and Ice ball colliding to form a half rock, half ice, object lying pointlessly onstage. Then it got exciting! Geodude used focus punch, and Delibird carefully caught the now soaring object in midair with ice beam. This 'beam' became deadly as it shot back at Geodude, along with the ball. Fernando yelled out, "Defense curl and rollout!" Defense curl knocked back the oncoming double attack, and rollout sent it flying up into the air. "Now Geodude, focus energy!" The giant marble-type object stopped at thirty feet high, almost reaching the ceiling. Geodude stood frozen. The ball dropped. twenty two feet, nineteen, fifteen, twelve..."DUUDE! GEODUDE!" The rock type was released from its levitating version of meditation,and shot upward. A powerful mach punch shattered the object into a powdery ice and rock-mixed substance that spread around the stadium seating areas and caused all audience members to gasp in fascination. To finish it all off, Fernando told Delibird to use ice ball, and for Geodude to use growl, when he had wanted Geodude to use bite. He twitched nervously. It was too late. Delibird served up so many ice balls, Max had to count them as they went and process the situation to tell Ash and Brock whether or not the appeal was an accident. Even the intelligent Max could not tell! Fernando was sent out of the contest hall hanging his head miserably and groaning as he was booed by people who had to stand watching the contest since the seats were packed to the maximum. His Geodude and Delibird nervously and angrily followed their over-confident owner out the exit. He would not stick around to watch the second round of the contest. The third contestant, Melissa Tang, made a 25.6 with her repititive water move appeals. Two of the five appeals consisted of the move water spout, bringing her points down slightly, yet she managed to broaden the variety of moves she used to attacks such as surf and water sport just in time to make the second round point limit-24 solid points. Then Drew. He walked confidently out in front of the audience and released Roselia and Masquerain. Masquerain twirled in the air and Roselia came out of its pokeball with a smoothly executed petal dance attack, giving six points for entrance. Drew smiled approvingly and continued. "Now," he told them both, "Magical Leaf and Sweet Scent!" The combination was overwhelmingly stunning. The stadium was filled with a rose-petal scent that some would kill to have bottled and marketed. He finished off with charm, attract, mist and poisonpowder (Roselia's new move, that mixed expertly with Mist, creating a thick cloud of purple smoke), and razor leaf combined with wing attack, which brought the audience members with great imagination to a minty-smelling forest setting. It was a very strategic appeal performance. Drew scored 27.3, which obviously satisfied him. May gasped. She could never compete with that, unless... May reached into her bag and pulled out a reflective disk. It was the only way to win. --End Chapter 2-- |
This is very good! (I'm a very avid contestshipper.) It's so cute, how they're both holding back their feelings. Very kawaii!
A weird person, ~Kitteh~ |
that was soo sweet
cant wait for the next chapter ......wonder what appeal move may will make...(srry spelled appeal wrong , very bad speller) |
The story is good, but the chapters seem a bit short. Also when you use the parenthisies to describe something (here's an example):
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Anyway I do like the story, me being a contestshipper and all and it is a cute story that I wnat to read more of^^ Good luck with the next chapter! |
The frame of the story is good, if a little rushed. When I see any shipping fic, I like to see a little more description of emotions and the way the characters view each other. You are a strong writer and you have a good scenario going, but you lack in description. Try and focus on what the attacks in the contest look like. What does the contest hall look like? How is the audience acting? What do the Pokemon really look like? How do the other contestants look? What did they do for their appeals?
Description is good. Consider it the decorations, sprinkles, and frosting on the cake of your story. *is obviously hungry* |
I agree with Nagoyaka as far as the decscriptiveness of it goes.
Still, its a pretty good fic. ^^ I really like Contest Shipping, I like both pairings actually. x3 I like how you focused it around the contest and all. Makes it interesting. Can't wait to see what happens. x3 |
Part 3 of Love Me-(Ooh, a rhyme! Anyways...)
by ProtrainerEon Disclaimer-Why do I even bother! Who knows? Moving on! (I do not own Pokemon or the trainers and the world of pokemon, and blah blah bah!) -Chapter 3...May's dillema May struggled to make a decision in her mind. She had just recently left to enter (Not use, but surreptitiously do something she would, or so she thought, never do in) the bathroom during Drew's performance so she would not be found out. It isn't right! Should I? No, doing this is wrong. May, you know that! I know...shut up! Please leave me alone conscience! I've got to do this now! May pressed the flat button in further, felt the sphere shaped object enlarge in her hand, and released Combusken. She fought back tears of disgrace and looked at Combusken, wordlessy at first, but then... "Oh Combusken, I'm so, so sorry! Please forgive me..." Then she did it. With tears finally succeeding in flowing down her face, she placed the disk against Combusken's right temple. She felt her throat begin to hurt from crying, and forced the tears back as she spoke softly. "M-machine set..." Combusken felt a small vibration, and winced waiting for pain that never arrived. May finally continued. "Go..." Nothing. "Oh!.......Initiate." The disk vibrated vigorously and glowed rainbowish colors, then it was over. COMBUSKEN LEARNED... May looked at herself in the mirror splashed and dried her face, and heard someone enter, just as the now dark gray disk dissolved into the air. She whipped around, putting on a cheerful front by smiling sincerely, and saw Kimberley Wimple's face. "Are you May? Who's in the contest?" "Yes, I'm May. Why do you ask?" "Because you're on in five." "Five minutes! What? I'm not ready for-" "Seconds May. Go!" "Thanks Kimberley Wimple for all your help and I guess I'll see you after the contest bye!" May squeezed out all of that in one breath, and inhaled air to replace all of it she had just released by talking, as Combusken ran after her down the hall to the stage. It was saddened by the thought of what it must do. Was it's trainer really as trustworthy to do the right thing as it believed she was? She whispered something over her shoulder to Combusken, and then they were onstage. "May, you took long enough," said a rather impatient judge with blue shoulder-length hair, who was filling in for one judge. "Yes you did. Now make an appeal quickly, I haven't got all day-well...I do but I do not want to spend it watching a girl and her pokemon pointlessly stare back at me! Make a move!" That was a red, long-haired lady with shades on, who was filling in for the second judge. May thought they had met somewhere, but would think about that later. She must appeal. "Do it just like I taught you Combusken," shouted May all of a sudden, and her fire-bird pokemon trudged over to the middle of the stage. "But first," she shouted, "Use sky Uppercut!" Combusken jabbed a claw upward in an elegant motion (Jumping as well) that would surprise any pokemon with great strength. Next, it came down in a backflip motion, landing on one foot. As it did this, May noticed a Meowth that looked oddly familiar holding some kind of button. It seemed to speak english, to the shade-wearing judge, and she nodded! May was about to command another move, when the Meowth pressed the button. The floor opened and she fell in. As she was enveloped in darkness she saw Drew run onstage and Combusken being wrapped in an electric net. She bounced off of something, and landed painfully on a wooden polished floor. She looked up, and saw James and Jesse! She now realized how she recognized the tall lady! Team Rocket began their motto, when they were knocked away from the hole by a blast, and May heard some movement, growling, and saw Drew fall into the hole she had fallen into, and now she could barely see. Drew bounced on what she now noticed was a pillow. She felt her waist vibrating, and saw a robotic hand take her pokeballs! May dove and grabbed one, but was forced to let go as she felt two painful jolts shoot up her arm, and the floor sucked in her pokeballs. A flap shut, and now the floor was solid as it once had been. Just as she was about to bang on the floor with her fist, Drew landed on her. She shoved him off. She saw how he limply fell to the floor, and remembered he had hit the wall on his way down to where she was, and must've gotten some air knocked out of his lungs. She pressed hard on his chest, and he hiccuped. A hiccup! May knew he was alive and was overjoyed to know he had not died, though she would not admit she cared for him. She ran her hand cautiously through his hair, and he opened his eyes. She squealed, frightened that he would find her touching him. May looked up, heard a creak, and the hole in the stage closed. Just then, she heard Misty! Pikachu was heard shocking team rocket, and Brock was apparently after Meowth, as she could hear him running and Meowth yelling loudly. Then nothing but a few gasps from audience members. What had happened? Why was Misty around here, and where the heck had her friends and Team Rocket gone? Had Team Rocket really prevailed? Would she die here? What was Drew's condition? How in the world could they escape, because she saw a robotic hand take Drew's occupied pokeballs as well. She panicked, flailing her arms and shivering. Then it came to her like a sharp pang of pain from a mega punch attack. It was the only option that could help her think of ways to escape. The only way for them to escape was if two minds thought together! May would have to give Drew CPR. |
Good chapter (s).
XD CPR. Classic. He's gonna wake up isn't he?? x3 |
CPR? XDDDDD And May and Drew secretly loving each other? And Misty comes and-
I loved this story! Plus, it is May and Drew, Ash and May, and that just makes me love it more! ^_^ Can't wait for next one! |
Disclaimer pointlessly and monotonously stating that OBVIOUSLY (Why would I make fanfics about a show I OWN?) I DO NOT own pokemon or the city's and ORIGINAL (Made by Satoshi Tajiri, unsure of name) badges, gyms and leaders, and overall characters. NEXT!
This is a long one. Be ready with coffee folks! Max pounded in frustration against the metal half table-size hatch that automatically had slid over the entrance to the abyss May was now trapped in with Drew, once Team Rocket pushed the 'button' the second time. He wanted to save May, and the thought of being incapable of doing so angered him. Ash, Misty, and Brock had gone on a mad dash after the fraud judges, Jesse and James. Team Rocket always had to come, just to be around, if not with reason, and screw things up during every situation! "May!" he sobbed, pounding harder this time, and May heard his pleas through a small hole in the hatch covering. She looked up. "Max, you there?" "MAY? Of course I'm there, who else could it be?" May pondered how she'd respond, then shouted, "I don't know you tell me," and smirked. Even at times like this, saying pointless comments to annoy Max tickled her 'funny'bone. Max grunted, and held his breath as he stopped pounding, staying still on his knees. May could not hear Max. Had Team Rocket captured him? "Max? MAX! Are you all right up there?" After ten seconds of silence he spoke. "Yeah, I'm ok gosh! ...That never gets old, heheheh!" "WHAT WAS THAT MAX?" "Oh nothing, nothing! Stay here, I have a plan." "Where the heck am I going genius?" she spat back sarcastically. "Thanks," replied Max, smirking, and ran off to round up some trainers in the stands, to carry out his plan. Now, back to the task at hand. May sighed, inhaled, and pressed her lips regretfully against Drew's. She hated it, but at the same time loved it. Why? She could not tell, and yet... "MMMPH!" Drew managed to say, his voice muffled as he woke from his (his eyes rolled to the back of his head during this) 'sleep'. He pushed her away, and rolled away from May, yet wishing he did not have to. May gasped, realizing Drew had woken to beleive something that was untrue. Or was it? "Agh! UGH! What were you doing? No, why were you doing what you did?" Drew pretended to willingly rub off the taste of her lucious lips as he sat against the wall. "You had the wind knocked out of you," she told him, as he made disgusted faces at her. He raised an eyebrow. "But you kissed me!" She groaned. Getting through to his thick skull and big ego annoyed her. "It wasn't a kiss, I was giving you air." "In the form of a kiss." "Ugh! Drew, you can be a real pain sometimes." "May, I can't believe I'm sharing space with you!" "What's THAT supposed to mean Drew?" "That's just like you May. Why did I even expect you to understand?" She glared at him, obviously getting more peeved by the second. "You watch what you say about me!" "Words are invisible. Oh, but of course, you didn't know that either!" He hated being the source of her anger, but had to keep this act up until he knew her true feelings. Her face reddened, as her muscles tensed up. She was like a lid on a jar that held frustration ready to pop off! "May, you never told me why you did that, did you?" "SHOULD I HAVE TO?" "Whoa! Temper, temper!" "I...I DO NOT have a temper!" She clasped a hand to her mouth. She had just proven her own words wrong while saying them. "Sure you don't May, sure you don't." He plastered a wry smile onto his face. "Well for your information, I didn't want to do that! Any human with a heart would try to save another. You may be a pain in the neck, but I wasn't about to see someone die!" "I can accept that answer. That's about the only thing I respect." "HEY!" "Oh, now you're catching on to the meaning of what I'm saying?" May stomped over to Drew. He was making her so angry that she could slap him! And finally she remembered the feeling she got when she gave him air. It felt naughty, yet heavenly. She realized she liked Drew. There was no denying the feeling she had just now. "Hey, ever heard of space?" He scooted away from her pushing back with his hands. Her face was no longer red. She seemed to have calmed down. May turned away from him. If this was how he would treat her, she would be rude as well. "If you don't want me to save your life anymore, fine! Won't happen again Drew! I'll just ne-" "No," he cut her off. "It isn't like that!" He walked up to her, and she turned around. "What's it like then?" "I'm actually-I feel...grateful. Thank you May." "WHAT? Did you just say what I think you said?" "You heard me right." He felt he could be a little nicer for the moment. "I'm sorry for being such a jerk when you were trying to help me out." She allowed a grin. He could be nice at least once in his life. That was good to know. "Y'know Drew, you...you're not so bad." She felt butterflies in her stomach. He even had a half-smile on his face. "Neither are you, when you're not so competitive and loud." He laughed. She found herself laughing with him. That feeling of unusual joy burst through her entire body once again. Could things really work out between them? She had strong doubts in that area of possibility. Nontheless, she knew she must do something. This feeling was making her crazy! She imagined Max beside her changing this to 'crazier', and giggled at the memory of her logical brother. May smacked herself on the head, hoping pain would stop her feelings from overtaking her. This was to no avail. May squealed as she sailed downward, the tile floor waiting for her, waiting for her to feel the rush of solid material breaking her to peices...she would land hard, as she hadn't expected to knock herself off balance. Drew gasped when he noticed the slight tilt, that progressed to something more. Adrenaline took over quickly, as his body flung itself under her, arms outstreched. What the flip was he doing? In that instant, when he thought this, Drew knew the answer. It was his love for May that did this. There was no use fighting anymore. May closed her eyes, waiting for the hard floor to catch her. Waiting to feel the crush of her bones and the banging of her head against the nearby wall...waiting for pain. Instead she felt sleeves. Those welcoming sleeves with Flygon's figure knitted into them. The warm face of hidden purity, her savior. Drew's eyes gleamed in that graceful nanosecond of beautiful love. Then stillness as they hit the floor, Drew's arm shielding May's head. Their position was strangely soothing to May. Drew's arms held her, protecting her from the fatal tile she would have slammed into. Her legs were now tangled with his. All that mattered was she was safe, and with him. "...You." This was all May managed to get out of her mouth as her eyes locked on to Drew's mysterious green pools of joyful hope. That was what his eyes showed. Hope. It was as simple as that, and this way how May wanted it. She felt hope for their relationship, fright, love, and surprise all in one moment as his soft lips meshed with hers. May's rose-petal lips touching Drew's willingly made him shiver with excitement! Could this be real? The emotions that ran through every fiber in his body were mutual, if not just for a moment. Then it was all over. May's angelic scent of ocean breeze from her perfume ceased wafting from her (at least, he didn't smell it anymore) as they distanced themselves from each other. Drew backed away panting, and May saw him give her the most intense look of romance she'd ever seen. A look that would make any girl melt. Then he spoke. "May, that was...amazing." "Y-yeah," she stammered, "it was great." "But this can't go on May. You know that." Her whole world shattered to fragments of a dream that was not to be. May let out a sob involuntarily, and then straightened up. She knew he was right. This kind of relationship would jeopardize their performance during the contest, and neither of them could risk that. Things would have to stay this way. It gave them both no reason to hold back against each other in the contest. A chaotic event like that, where one of them lost because of affection toward the other, would live on in both of their hearts for the rest of their lives. "Allright then," May said, nodding. A tear splashed onto the floor. "I get you, Drew." He embraced her one last time, wiping her tears, and they seperated, moving to seperate areas of this 'prison'. Was it really a prison? This question pounded away at May's brain for an answer, though she had none. This room full of stuffy air could be the best thing that had ever happened to her. * * * Ash's hat landed in Misty's face. She coughed as she threw it back ahead of her. He jumped, grasping it, and placed the red/white accessory on his head, this time firmly. "Thanks Misty," he called back to her, as he and Pikachu gained on Jesse and James. Where was that cowardly cat? "Brock!" Misty yelled to him. "Right," he nodded, as he veered off to the left to follow Meowth, who had branched off from the others in hopes of fleeing Lilycove on his jet boots. One boot slipped off as Brock yanked at Meowth's leg. The evil cat cackled. "Hah! You can't catch Meowth..." he purred devilishly, and kissed rock. He had rushed into a building wall! He detached his body from the wall and began dusting himself off. By this time, Brock had replaced his right shoe with Meowth's one-size-fits-all stretchy jet boot. Meowth yelled in fright as Brock, floating at an impressive pace with acceptable balance for a one-boot wearer, neared his location. Meowth slipped on a replacement boot as he floated away, and engaged turbo mode with a remote. This, however, caused Brock to gain speed as well. The apparently determined blind guy gained on Meowth. "Foretress use Rapid spin," he called out, seeming to avoid sunrays, he tossed a pokeball. Out came a sturdy, solid creature, who spun in rapid succession after Meowth. "BULLET SEED NOW!" The heavy Pokemon obeyed, spitting seeds in each and every direction as it closed in on Meowth. Brock swatted away seeds that came his way, and used several under his non-booted foot to slide along, getting as fast as Meowth now and was several feet behind. Meowth turned, as Foretress neared him, and bolted for the end of an alley. Foretress whipped around and sped, accidentally flying upward on a slope-like rock, over Meowth. "Hah, losers!" he grinned to himself. He licked a paw and was close to the end of the alley now. Pikachu was close to Jesse and James now. So close he felt the heat from their jet boots stinging his face! "Pi-pika-piii!" it cried out, managing to shock off one of James' boots, which flew back and slammed into its face. Tumbling back, Pikachu used sratch to stop itself from skidding backwards. Ash and Misty weren't too far behind. It must go on chasing them. Ash smiled as his mouse continued to run, even when knocked down. He laughed in approval. "Good job PIKACHU!" he shouted happily. He was proud. That kept Pikachu going, running even past its little muscles' limits. Jesse was now pulling James along, by tucking her arm underneath his, in a kind of arm-lock. "PIKAAA!" "Take this Pikachu, you overgrown rat," Jesse spat angrily, throwing an automatic net at the mouse. Pikachu gasped as the net closed around it. Just in time, it rolled to the side, and kept going. "Why won't you ever give up?" Jesse asked impatiently, throwing a smoke bomb over her shoulder, then another. Poison gas began to spread. Misty saw this, and grabbed a pole protruding from the side of a brick-walled building, spinning in an upward circle like a gymnast, and flung herself into the air. She tossed Azzuril's pokeball at Pikachu, shouting, "Use Safegaurd!" Azzuril landed easily on its bouncy tail, and began to glow a bright blue. Pikachu coughed as it inhaled poison gas, and suddenly, could not. It looked at Azzuril, then sniffed again to make sure. "Pi-pika!" it shouted in thanks, realizing what had happened. Then its eyes flared with rekindled determination. It would catch the duo that had caused chaos in the contest hall. "PIKAAAAAA!" the rodent yelled a battle cry, charging. Azzuril bounced after it, safeguard still in effect. Misty tried to land smoothly, but her leg was caught in a mess of curtains covering a window, and she fell on her back in the sand, making sure to send out Gyrados before she landed. "Gyrados, help Pikachu and Azzuril out," she ordered, sitting up abruptly. Gyrados nodded, and disappeared into the watery depths that surrounded Lilycove, resurfacing in front of Team Rocket. A twister attack surprised the two. A forceful vortex threatened to yank them both into oblivion. James detached an electric bomb from his belt he wore, and tossed it into the vortex of doom! Gyrados roared in agony as an electrifying explosion sent chills throughout its body. Two more of these bursts of pain followed, causing twister to dissapate. Gyrados had lost its focus, eyes bulging from the sudden attack. The two evil partners flew off on their boots, a rat and water sponge running after them, at least that's how they saw it. Gyrados drifted to the ocean floor, eyelids fluttering as it attempted to regain its strength. Pikachu growled, once it saw Gyrados had been hurt. This caused its cheeks to let off sparks, and Azzuril's face showed a lust for revenge as well. The two Pokemon propelled themselves forward with Water Gun at the ground and quick attack. "EEK! Jesse look," James panicked, noticing the pursuers. Pikachu was getting real close, and so was Azzuril. Just as the two pokemon were about to tackle Team Rocket, Brock's Foretress 'dropped' in for a visit, and the three Pokemon were sent careening over the edge of the island and plunged into the water. Drifting down further and further, unconcious, the two Pokemon lost air. Foretress was just too heavy, and watched as the water took him into the black hole called death. Just when Brock's Pokemon had lost all hope of survival, a blue head pushed the three up out of the water. Pikachu coughed up water, and became alert almost the instant it sucked in air. Hopping over onto land, Pikachu began to run again. Azzuril bounced over onto land and followed the electric mouse. Ash had seen Misty fall, and ran back to her (ordering volt tackle as he did), despite her pleas to continue chasing Jesse and James. She shouted, "You never listen to me Ash!" "Yeah...I guess I don't," said Ash, honestly, running a hand through her hair, which she now kept down and long, with a Cloyster item holding part of her hairstyle in a bun. "Where did that come from?" "I've started classes so I could be more flexible. Ash-you know um...you didn't have to come back for me." She touched her hand's palm to the top of his gently. Ash simply grinned at her, seeming to enjoy the gesture. "I know Misty, I wanted to come." Her eyes showed a glimmer of joy. The sparkle in her eyes made Ash feel all happy inside. "You really cared?" He found himself trembling, trying to find the right words. Then he moved his head slowly closer. "Yes, I care Misty. I truly do." Then it happened. A moment Misty had waited and hoped for ever since she discovered her feelings for him. Their mouths met, in a clash of fiery passion that nearly overwhelmed her. Ash was kissing her! He really did share her feelings. Completely overtaken by the rush of emotions, she gave him a full-on return kiss, showing the feelings he had shown through her reciprocated kiss of passion. They reluctantly split, staring happily into each others' eyes. Ash seemed even more handsome than Misty had thought him to be during this beautiful moment. She simply giggled. That was all she could make herself do, and she was overtaken by sheer joy! "I love you Misty," Ash whispered to her, before he gave her a loving hug. She returned the embrace, smiling. "I love you too Ash, I always have. I love you more than anyone or anything." Gyrados popped up from the water as they broke away from each other. Misty stood, calling Gyrados back into its Pokeball. Then she stared lovingly at Ash again, who was proceeding to stand. She kissed him lightly this time, and they turned to see Pikachu dashing. The two took off running, hands locked together. Having just engaged volt tackle, Pikachu jumped for the ocean. It skimmed the surface of the water at a fast speed, as high voltage power propelled it forward, electric sparks surrounding it. When Team Rocket was about five feet away, it returned to land, catching them by surprise with an iron tail attack. This sliced through their jet boots, and they tumbled to the ground, landing in a heap as Meowth collided with them as he attempted an escape. Brock joined Ash and Misty (having thrown the jet boot in a trash pile) as they approached Pikachu, who stood beaming, giving Ash a thumbs up sign as it stood at the top of the heap of criminals. Ash let Pikachu climb onto his head, just as Officer Jenny and two other men arrived, three Growlithe following behind them. "Pika-pikachu!" the mouse let out a shriek, as it remembered May was still trapped. Ash nodded, explained everything to the police, and once Team Rocket was handcuffed and sent off in a white van, the six people and their pokemon were heading towards the contest hall. * * * Max finished discussing the idea to the two trainers, and began to walk toward the metal hatch. Then three familiar faces appeared. "Ash!" He exclaimed in relief, jogging over to the trio with the police behind them. He felt as if the reason for Officer Jenny and her partners to be around didn't matter. At least they were back, to help save May. * * * Drew blinked, afterwards rubbing his eye, as he and May stood apart. Words weren't needed to express feelings from their previous 'encounter'. "Hey Drew," May called. His head looked up to gaze at her. "Yeah?" "We may have to end this until later, but now it doesn't matter until we're rescued. Am I right?" "You sure are!" Drew replied happily, when that sank in. Next, they crashed together passionately, lip-locking like there was no tommorow. Finally, they could be together, even if it was in secret. Soon, the hatch door shook violently. Misty and Ash's voices rang throughout the contest hall as they argued over what method to use to free May and Drew. Soon, the cavalry would save them both. |
Chapter 5 - Double Freedom
(Disclaimer is on MUTE right now...maybe I'll put it up later.)
XD "Heheheh..." The golden charm shone in the sunlight. The wearer had an evil grin on his face. "Stop it, he may have something James," Jesse said, as Meowth pulled a tool kit from nowhere and began wiring things together and twisting screws. James frowned doubtfully, and looked on as Meowth experimented with the items, a metal protection mask, also from nowhere in particular, was pulled from thin air and placed on the cat's face. "Me-owwwth! I did it!" "DID WHAT? DID WHAT?" asked Jesse, full of anticipation. "Meowth, show us!" "Yes," muttered James in obvious disinterest. "Show us...whatever it is." The proud Pokemon yanked away a blue sheet, that apparently was taken from the same place the tool kit and mask had been found. In it's place, was some strange object James frowned at. Jesse still smiled, waiting for an explanation. "This is the Team Rocket Drillhook," Meowth announced, flailing a bar with a button and the heads of two different tools on either side in the air. The bar object was blue, and a sharp double-hook was on one end of it. On the other, a metal drill, with small spikes surrounding the edges of the bar just below it. Below those spikes was a rubber fitting that served as the only SAFE gripping area on the bar. "What does it do?" asked James impatiently. "This is a waste of my time." Meowth's right temple twitched with irritation. His eyes glared at James for one instant, then returned their gaze to the Drillhook. "As I was sayin', before I was so rudely interrupted..." "Yeah?" Jesse cut him off, clearly still waiting to hear more. Impatience showed everywhere on her face. "THIS DOES-well...it can get us outta dis place." "Wow!" James chimed in, now attentive. "How can it?" His eyes were sparkling with satisfaction. Meowth leaned over to Jesse and James' ears, showing it was not to be overheard by the driver of the vehicle. Jesse moved her well-kept hair out of the way to listen. "It can cut anything," he whispered. Jesse and James squealed with joy! "Use it, hurry," Jesse said. Then her expression changed to suspicion. "Wait a minute...does this thing really work?" Meowth clamped the hook around a bar on the back of the truck, intending to let Jesse see for herself. These steel bars were meant to keep them inside the vehicle. The tool elongated, and the drill end of the invention turned to the side, in between two other bars. Meowth pressed the button on his tool, but only a whirring noise was heard, as the drill ineffectively turned, trying to break the bars. Jesse growled in disappointment, grabbing Meowth's head. "THIS HUNK OF JUNK IS A BUST," she shouted, banging his head against the floor. "W-wa-aaai-aiit!" He yelled, between shoves, as a bump on his head grew with each slam. He clawed at Jesse, and she let go of him. "How dare you," she said to Meowth, obviously wanting some explanation for why he cut her. Meowth simply laughed. "This Drillhook isn't done yet," Meowth said, grabbing the rubber area again, and pushing the buttton a second time, this time leaning to the side. The drill was pulled to the right, and sliced through each bar in a matter of seconds. Meowth beamed with arrogance. "See dat," he boasted, rubbing the Drillhook proudly. Jesse jumped out of the cop vehicle, along with her partners. "So it works," Jesse admitted. "Big Deal." "Oh no," Meowth suddenly called out. "What?" James asked him. "I left the toolkit! They're gonna know how we got out of the place!" "So what," Jesse spat carelessly. "We're out, that's all that matters. Also, you have the Drillhook so who cares about that kit? Let's go!" The trio ran off down an alley, unnoticed, and Meowth tossed his mask into the street, having no use for it anymore. Meowth's invention had worked, and now they could return to the Lilycove Contest Hall to snag the stolen Pokeballs. May and Drew's Pokemon were a fitting 'prize' for the situation... * * * "May, you all right in there?" Ash's voice called out. Misty watched him, examining his outfit he wore that he'd purchased in Lilycove. He had on blue tights, and oddly enough, had on Pikachu wristwatch and a new hat. This hat said "Devon Corp-Lilycove Fashions" in blue-gray letters, and the rest of the hat was a dark blue color that blended perfectly with the word's color. As she noticed all this while sizing him up, a voice responded. It was May. "Ash? Yeah-...(Insert weird lip smacking noise here)-I-...-I'm fine. Can you get us out?" "Us?" Ash asked her, with a puzzled expression on his face. Misty wondered who was with May as well. "Me and Drew are stuck in here, didn't Max tell you?" Max shrugged when all eyes directed themselves at him. "I didn't know guys. I looked away to ask Brock what we should do, when Team Rocket launched their sneak attack, and when I looked back they were running off around the corner with Flygon's Pokeball and Drew was gone. I figured they'd stolen the pokeball, and Drew left on Flygon's back to escape their attempts to return Flygon into its Pokeball. Guess I got it wrong." Ash nodded once all that sank in, and replied. "So...what happened then? From your perspective, anyways...?" "I went to save May, and that's when the hatch shut automatically. I saw Team Rocket push that beet red button before they vanished around the corner. Also, you guys-" he indicated Misty, Brock, and Ash- "all went after Team Rocket. I wonder where they got jet boots...? Anyway, I started thinking of ways to free May, and Combusken, since I'd seen it get sucked into the wall through some weird portal." Officer Jenny was busy writing all that down. Misty looked suspiciously at Brock. "Brock, what did you say in response to Max's question?" she asked him. Officer Jenny finished getting that on paper, and turned to hear Brock explain, her pen an inch from the paper in preparation for more writing. "I said to stay here in the contest hall, and followed the two of you." Brock kept a straight face, even in the prescence of Officer Jenny, who was busy taking notes. Ash, by now, had knelt down to speak to May. "May, just be calm. We're going to get you out." "OKAY!" Her voice was a little unsteady now, as if this troubled her, knowing she would get out of the underground room. Max spoke up in the midst of the ten second silence. "I wanted to say we've tried a Mega Horn attack from Hank's Beedrill, but it's obvious that had little to no effect on the hatch." Max told Ash this calmly, indicating a man on the stage with his Beedrill, who was wearing worn out work clothes. He had a towel over his shoulder, and was holding a camera. His beard was wet, probably sweating. Ash assumed he was part of the camera crew, and his mom was watching right now. He had informed her of the contest so she could watch it on the television. Ash walked over to the camera, waving. "Hey mom, if you're watching this and have an idea for saving May and Drew, just call." He returned to stand where he had been a few seconds ago, after holding up a peice of paper with the contest hall's front desk number on it. * * * "Eeeheehee! Ooh, our plan's working!" James grinned like a content fool. Jesse kicked him in the stomach, causing him to gag inside the closet they were hiding in. "Shut it James, or you'll give away our positions!" "The two of ya both be quiet, someone's coming..." Meowth scowled. Silence. After about thirty seconds, somebody's footsteps echoed throughout the contest hall, and faded quickly, as they must've been running. Meowth opened the door slightly, peeking out to check the area. "Check dis out, hurry," Meowth urged, squinting to make out whether or not what he saw was really there before Jesse and James looked. Two other head looked out to see what all the commotion was about. James sighed, saying in a low voice, "a guy with a cart. I don't get it." Jesse smiled deviously. "This is our ticket inside." "How so?" Meowth helped out, getting a tad bit annoyed with James. "She means we can sneak on. That is a cart with Pokeballs, so here's what we gotta do..." Jesse, with a fake ID she had made, walked up to one of the many janitors at the Contest Hall, who was pushing the cart along the smooth-tiled floor. Streamers decorated the place in honor of the 'Ultimate Contest' here in Lilycove. The man read her ID, and saw she had a pin on her strange outfit that said, "Temporary Staff." He raised an eyebrow at her, while she glanced nervously behind her. When he leaned to the side to examine what she was looking at, he saw nothing but the polished walls of the building. "Uhh-hi sir," she began, beads of sweat dripping down the back of her head. "Is this your supply closet?" She walked him over to the closet she'd hidden in. "Yes ma'am," he started, "This-" "Now!" she exclaimed, and James grabbed the man by the collar once the door swung open, and pulled him inside. Meowth quickly yanked Jesse inside and closed the door as more people neared the closet area. Minutes later, Team Rocket had tied the man up inside his supply closet and were walking into the stadium seating area pushing a cart in disguises. James wore a long red hair wig, and a black jumpsuit, and held a rose in his right hand. Pikachu stared in their direction, as Jesse and James pretended to look busy, Meowth holding his breath behind the sheet that hung over the cart. Turning away, seeming to doubt they were Team Rocket, Pikachu ran over to Ash and journeyed up his arm to rest on top of his hat. The two rushed the cart backstage, entering the EMPLOYEES ONLY section, and finding the control room. Meowth, when given the signal, hopped off the cart, holding Flygon's Pokeball. Ash ordered, "Pikachu, shock that hatch!" The yellow mouse happily obeyed, aiming a thunder shock attack at the hatch entrance, and causing it to bend a little from the force. Next, a young trainer told his Shelgon to use headbutt on the hatch door. Shelgon gazed at the hatch door, determined, and quickly leapt into the air, slamming down on the hatch with its head. * * * May sat quietly, Drew holding her close. What could mess this moment up? It was so peacefully enchanting... Bang! Whoosh! A loud thud rang throughout the room as Shelgon bounced off the tile floor and stood, dazed, watching the now seperated couple. "Where did..." Drew began, looking up as he let the sentence trail off. May regained her composure, staring up as well. Ash's face looked down at the two of them, and a rope was lowered to them. "So," Ash said happily, "You gonna come up or what?" |
Ah yes....Ash to the rescue. x3
This is a cute fic. How long is it gonna be, anyway? *is curious now..* |
Very cute =D of course, leave it to Ash to ruin the peacefull moment XD *is also wondering how long it will be*
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Aww, very cute story! I love it so far!
What a creative idea, stuck in a room together, I love that. Aww, they both liked each other secretly ^^ I can't wait to read the next part, your story is really awesome! |
Thanks for all these encouraging replies. Drew and Princess Seraphia, I'm not too sure just how long I'm gonna make this fic. It may seem as if it's coming to a close, but I'll let a tiny secret out - this will not be such an abrupt "happily ever after" fic. Keep your minds sharp if you think you know who took the 2 real judges! See ya till next time, bye!
P.S. I just thought about it minutes later. I can give an estimate of 4our to 5ive more chapsters before I close. Next chapster now posted below: V |
Chapter 7, Part 1: An Act of Duplicity
Max ran over to May and hugged her as soon as she emerged from the dust-filled room she'd been trapped in. She patted him on the head, happy to be with her brother again, and hugged back. "Hey sis," he said, when they broke away from each other.
"Hi Max," she replied, smiling at him. "It's nice to see you again." "HELLO," said a judge with violet hair, as the four remaining judges approached. "We've got two judges to find!" "Oh right," Ash said, turning to them. Misty looked in their direction as well. May and Drew stepped forward to talk to the judges. The four judges each nodded, proceeding to talk. Judge # 1 was a slender man named Murry, who wore a professional blue suit. His face was clean-shaven, except for his bushy mustache that seemed blacker than the stillness of night. His shoes were shining brilliantly, and seemed to small for his feet, yet he managed to wear them somehow. Judge # 2 was Aretha Nickson, a young adult with her blonde hair running down her back. She looked 18, yet she mentioned to the two contestants when asked earlier that she was 27. Her red dress sparkled, some strange glittery material placed in several areas on it. Her burgandy bead necklace matched fantastically with it, making her black high-heeled shoes barely noticeable. Judge # 3 was Harpee Lillith, the world renowned creator of the Berry Blender. She was the lady who had just called out to everyone. Her silky and loose violet hair stopped a little past her shoulders, a bit longer than James'. She wore a faded purple skirt and striped top, which had different variations of the color purple running down it, starting with the base color. She was naturally impatient and demanding, but Harpee wasn't horribly mean, just hadn't learned any other way to get her point across. Judge # 4 was Luane Billage. She discovered Mirage Island years ago, and retired from her exploration career to be a Lilycove Judge. She was always decked out in the latest fashions, which at the moment was spaghetti-strap tops and tight jeans. Her hair was curly and dyed orange. Judges 5 and 6 were Lanette and Nurse Joy. Lanette volunteered her spare time to judge contestants. Nurse Joy temporarily handed the Pokemon Center over to one of her sisters, so she could take some time off from always tending to injured Pokemon and enjoy life. Now, just where were these women? Everyone in the room wondered this when Murry began to speak. "We cannot find Lanette and Nurse Joy," Murry said, stating the obvious. Harpee took it from there. "We have searched half the building, and there has been NO sign of them at all!" She complained. "Now I'm starting to wonder who took them." Max's head jerked in her direction at this comment. He'd forgotten the two ladies were missing! Right away, the gears in his brain turned as he got to work eliminating suspects until he thought he knew who did it. "Oh," Luane said. "May and Drew, we have a question to ask of you for once all of this is over." Aretha did the honors by inquiring unto them, "Would the two of you still be interested in finishing the contest once all of this is over?" May and Drew exchanged glances, nodding at each other before simultaneously replying with, "Of course we are!" They may have had feelings for one another, but still had a place in their hearts for their rivalry. They grinned competitively at each other, noticing all four judges were smiling with satisfaction. "Perhaps the judges weren't taken," Misty suggested. Harpee shook her head. "No ma'am. They were definitely taken." Harpee's forehead scrunched up in obvious irritation. Misty glared at Harpee. How could on be so adamant about something without solid evidence. Then the two stepped forward, shouting protests at each other while May and Drew spoke with the judges. "Pi-i-ka!" The mouse intervened, only to be barked at to "stay out of this" as the two humans yelled back and forth. "Girls," Brock said. "Tsk tsk." He folded his arms, shaking his head with a low chuckle. Ash nodded. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?" Harpee yelled the question at the two of them. "Nothing really," Brock lied, backing away. Ash plastered a wry smile onto his face and looked at Brock. "You, of all people Brock. Seriously!" Then the two males began to get annoyed with each other. More and more yelling. This was going to be a long day. Pikachu felt useless as it stood in a corner with Max, watching the four fight with each other verbally. If only Popcorn were available. Max provided the next best thing, and the two ate chips as they observed the scene. Then the clicking of heels silenced everyone. A woman stepped out of the shadows. "I'm your girl. I took the judges. And now I have to get rid of you all too." The voice was dark. Inhuman, yet it was a lady's voice. When Misty and Ash turned to look, they both gasped. May shreiked when she saw her. No! No...who would expect it to be (insert person here)?! |
'(insert person here)?!'
Hahaha! XD Nice. I liked that chapter.... such a cliffhanger! I have some ideas on the person...unless its a made-up. x3 |
Oooo, so suspenseful XD
The chips scene was funny, I could sooooo see that happening. Well, I can't wait to read the next chapter ^^ (Could the lady's voice be Harley? XDDDDDDD ) |
I don't like the (*insert whatevers here*) bits in your fic. It makes them seem TERRIBLY unprofessional. I was totally believing the story until I hit those. And one I did, it was really hard to get back into it.
The passion also seemed a little fast paced, but as this is a shipping fic, I expected that. You're doing much better with descriptions. Keep it up! |
Sorry about that last thing. I didn't want to ruin the experience. I'll give a hint and a few hours for guesses before I post the next chapter. c-:
(HINT)--->The character is a female that I CREATED for the fic. |
Wow! That was a great story. Suspenful but funny at times.
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Yeah, it's a very interesting read, but IMO the AAML scene was a bit rushed into......and the characters seem a bit...out-of-character. But it's still pretty good. Can't wait to see the next part.
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Chapter 8 - Part 1
READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER?
TOO BAD! Only kidding! Chapter 8, Part 1- The Truth All Comes Out(well, maybe not ALL of it) It wasn't possible. She was supposed to be...well, she just wasn't who anyone would've expected. "TA DA!" she said, cackling darkly. "No..." May said softly. "I trusted you!" "Shocking isn't it May? Trust, most of you here know, must be gained through deeds. What did I do for you May?" Kimberley Wimple's face had been revealed. "Aww, it's too bad I'll have to wipe you all out." Kimberley's distorted face finally decided it wanted to look mad, and her icy stare was too much for Max as she scanned the room, who shrank back. Misty scowled at her. How heartless could humans be? "You and what army?" Ash spat defiantly. "Like you don't know! Why don't we get some volunteers? How about Drew, hmm?" her expression was of fake sympathy and her coldness now showed through her disguised facial expressions. "May? Maybe even little Maxie-" "Leave my brother out of this you fraud," May shouted defensively. "What are you talking about?" Max was trembling in a corner. Pikachu was losing air, as he hugged him to his chest. "Pi-chaaa..." It sighed, when he let go, still avoiding Kimberley as she seemed to purposely inch toward him by the second. "Yeah," Drew said, "Why would we know?" He looked very mad. Kimberley didn't seem to mind however, and continued on. "You two should know most of all." She brushed her hair away from one eye with her hand. "Pikachu," Ash called, gritting his teeth. The obedient mouse zipped toward Ash, avoiding Kimberley's path as she grabbed for it. "Ready to do this?" he asked his Pokemon. "Pika," the mouse seethed, nodding, as it stood in front of Ash, staring the double-crossing contestant down. "Pikachu!" This next comment was said quite forcefully to Kimberley. The mouse was dead-set on stopping her. "That's it!" Max said triumphantly, figuring it out. "You're gonna-" "You won't reveal my plan, Flaafy Thunder Wave!" Kimberley was quick with the toss, and Flaafy Pokeball sailed through the air quite fast. "Pikachu help out," Ash quickly ordered, just as Flaafy was created from a flash of light. She was already charging the attack to paralyze Max. Pikachu was running as fast as possible. Two feet from Max, Pikachu dove. The rings of light energy flew through the air toward Max. He freaked out. "Whaaaa!" he panicked, flailing his arms uselessly. The glowing circles of energy shut tighter as they neared Max. The figure of the yellow mouse came into view, and Pikachu's tail sprang up in front of the attack. Without orders, Pikachu preformed its Iron Tail attack. The thin zig-zagging tail stiffened, and began to glow. In midair, Pikachu's tail caught the rings like hoola-hoops on a pole. They spun for a while as they met Pikachu's tail, which cancelled out their paralyzing effects. Pikachu squealed, as it flipped once in a smooth motion, sending the rings off its tail into the wall. The streamers along the wall fell as it crumbled. Suddenly, the Man named Hank called out an order, once the wall began to give way, falling toward Pikachu. "PROTECT!" The buzzing bee zipped past Kimberley, causing her to fall when the trail of wind left in its path hit her. She pressed her hand against the floor, and righted herself quickly. "That does it! May, your brother is NOT gonna get in my way or any of you!" Her fists clenched, as Beedrill's striped yellow and coal black coat came into Pikachu's view. A green sheet of light spread out in front of it, and the chunks of the wall and the streamers all disentegrated when they touched this barrier. "I can get rid of your Beedrill," Kimberley said, her face now beet red. "Dustox go, tackle," she commanded, rotating to one side to stare at Ash, Misty, and Brock. Dustox's shape formed from a bright red beam, and it charged, ramming Beedrill and they both were sent careening through the air backstage. Luckily, every contest competitor had either fled backstage or gone into the contest's main room to see what was up. "Quit it Kimberley!" Misty shouted, gripping her Great Ball tightly. Her elegance had Ash distracted for a moment. Noticing he wasn't paying attention to his Pokemon, she spoke. "Destroy Pikachu," she seethed. Her hands were at her sides now, holding the two Pokeballs. She was now definitely an enemy. Flaafy rushed at Pikachu, catching it in the side with thunderpunch. This attack was well practiced, that much was obvious, as Flaafy swiftly slashed the distance between it and Pikachu, slamming a static-filled arm into the foe. In response, Pikachu stepped away and fired a bolt of electricity at Flaafy. The thunderbolt was not expected, and Flaafy tiptoed a few feet back. Following up, Pikachu swept it's long tail underneath Flaafy, tripping it. It may have been unprepared for at least a few seconds, but now it was back in the game. Pikachu did not need or depend on Ash to tell him what to do in battle, though it fought by his side. Ash had trained it well enough to fight independently. Beedrill erupted through the double-doors that led onstage from backstage, Dustox after it. Dustox fired a thick sheet of web at Beedrill, that thinned out as it reached the opponent. There was now only a long rope of web coming at Beedrill. Suddenly, the bee whipped around, smacking away the web with its antennas. Next, Beedrill retaliated with a twineedle attack. Five small needles soared forward at Dustox. The moth was pinned to the wall by its transparent wings, but instantly tore away, powerful enough to survive a move like Twineedle. It struck the bee across the face with a silky wing, managing to back away when Beedrill countered the Wing Attack with Mega Horn. "Great job pal," Ash congratulated, observing how Pikachu handled the sneak attack. Misty was staring down Kimberley in the meantime. "Hey, why don't you try to stop me, huh?" Misty said this with an air of mockery. The temples on Kimberley's forehead pulsed. "Maybe I will," she replied, stashing the two Pokeballs and sending out a Surskit. "Try me now." Misty nodded with a confident glare, tossing a Pokeball and catching it expertly as it returned to her hand. "Starmie, psybeam!" Her well trained Pokemon hopped over in front of her, shaking its body to get rid of the water specks that dotted it in several places. It let loose a twirling blue and violet DNA-shaped stream of energy that...missed? "Surskit water pulse," Kimberley said, smiling as her Pokemon dodged, and the beam hit Beedrill instead. Misty gritted her teeth, muttering, "SHOOT!" Next she pointed to Surskit. "We can do this Starmie! Water Gun!" Her star-like partner jumped into the air, cartwheeling in place in rapid succession, firing jets of water from microscopic holes at the tips of it's pointed protrusions from the core. Surskit was not quick enough, and was blasted in the face several times with strings of water. Beedrill finally regained its balance, in time to slip out of the path of Dustox's toxic attack. The posionous spit charred the floor as it evaporated. The match was heating up quick, as Beedrill charged with a quick attack. The line of glowing energy was almost invisible, but there, as the bee flew at lightspeed toward Dustox. Max tried to run, but Kimberley was fast, and grabbed him by the arm. "Heeeelp!" he cried, struggling, but unable to break away. May grunted, reaching for a Pokeball. "Let Max go," May and Brock yelled, stepping forward. Brock released his Mudkip, ready to help. "Make me," Kimberley said, just as Surskit knocked Starmie down with headbutt. Brock grinned. "Sure. Mudkip mud shot! Max shut your eyes." Kimberley shrieked, as Mudkip sprayed her with mud from it's mouth. "EWW GROSS," she complained, holding up a hand to block the brown sludge. Max closed his eyes just in time, as a few drops of mud landed on his nose. Disgusted, he wiped his face clean of the mud with one hand, and thought up something that might help. Hank ordered, "Beedrill finish this with gust!" His bug Pokemon nodded its understanding, shoving Dustox to the stage floor with a burst of wind. The foe was beaten, and with much difficulty flew back to Kimberley, where it was returned. Back at the corner of the stage, Pikachu was evading Flaafy. Right now, it had no idea how to overcome this foe. Flaafy ducked under the mouse as it hopped away, and managed to whip around in time to knock it down with thunder. Electric energy crackling throughout its body, Pikachu stood, and ran at Flaafy. Ignoring its pain, Pikachu flipped into the air. Kimberley grinned as she spoke to both Pokemon. "Surskit, Bubblebeam, and Flaafy agility!" Misty's Starmie had been doing quite well, lowering Surskit's stamina bit by bit. The sudden volley of bubbles clouded its vision, and from behind it felt a sharp pang. Surskit had manuevered around it while it was distracted, and slammed Starmie to the floor with an ice beam. The stream of clear blue solid ice crashed into Starmie, causing it to stagger around and eventually fall on its face. Misty was shocked, and her face showed it. "Don't worry Misty," Ash said, releasing a Pokemon from its metal containment orb. "Sceptile, Leaf Blade!" His recently evolved Sceptile lurched forward at Surskit, who just barely dodged Sceptile's outstreched arm, which had a sharp leaf protruding from it. The leaf was inches from Surskit's face, who cringed, and slid away. "It missed?" Max asked, for the moment forgetting his escape plan. "How can that be? A Surskit isn't evasive enough to dodge a Sceptile like Ash's!" "I trained my Surskit beyond the limits of its form, preventing evolution with this special stone." Kimberley flashed a shiny rock in the air, stowing it away once Ash, Misty, and Max had looked at it. "That's why you can't hit Surskit." Ash glared at Kimberley, then at Surskit, who was zipping out of the way after letting Sceptile close in on it, confusing the Pokemon. The green forest Pokemon was, after a dozen failed swings of its arms, panting heavily. Misty urged, "Starmie get up!" Luckily, her Pokemon was still able to engage in combat, and it got up. "Great! Now get Surskit!" The blue water type bug was aware of the fact that two Pokemon were now after it, and bombarded Sceptile with orbs of water, before gaining some distance from the pursuers. Starmie however, surprised it with another Psychic attack. Confusion scrambled up its thoughts, and Sceptile struck. It cut Surskit swiftly with a Leaf Blade attack, and struck a pose when Surskit was called back into its Pokeball. Pikachu had avoided Flaafy long enough, and was following with its own agility now. The two were like speeding bullets, tackling each other every so often while speeding around the entire contest hall. Finally they both tired out, and were back onstage. "There you guys are!" Ash exclaimed, grinning. "Pikachu, ready to use your Iron Tail?" The yellow rodent nodded eagerly, flashing him a weak smile. "Use your mid-air tail whip," Kimberley ordered, shoving Max away as he bit her arm. Blood trickled down her sleeve. "OUCH! You brat!" "Hey," Max said, approaching Ash. "Where did Brock and May go? Also, where's Drew?" Ash and Misty searched with their eyes, and instantly felt bad for not noticing the two were missing. Flaafy jumped at Pikachu, who did the same to her. The two tails collided with a loud ringing noise, and they parted, both falling hard on the stage floor. After a long suspenseful silence, Pikachu stood, and hurried over to Ash, hopping onto his shoulder. "NO WAY!" Kimberley screamed suddenly. "You beat all but my last Pokemon?" She pointed at each of the kids. "You all ruined the plan!" "What plan?" Max asked with a smirk. "Your plan to use May and Drew's Pokemon against THEM?" Ash, Misty, and Hank gasped. As if on cue, May, Brock, and Drew came running. "There was a Tropius chasing us back there," Drew said, hands on his knees as he panted. Brock and May nodded. "Nice try Kimberley! We lost it backstage," May said. She undid her bandana, and put it back on tighter than before. "Then how is it right behind us?" Brock said nervously, as he turned around at the sound of stomping. May followed suit, yelping when she noticed the pursuer had found them. "Don't be afraid," said a voice. It was Mellisa Tang, standing onstage with Fernando, and both were participants of the Lilycove Contest. "Mellisa told me what was up so I came to help," Fernando said, smiling sheepishly. "Eveen though I didn't make it I figured I could come help out," he added. "Delibird do your thing!" His arctic bird Pokemon flapped its wings to show it understood, and flew toward Tropius. A nicely done drill peck attack left Tropius nearly defeated. "Where are all you brats coming from?" Kimberley called out angrily. "Tropius, solarbeam!" Tropius had already gained enough solar power for the attack because the ceiling had a glass covering above the stage, which light shone through. Misty called back Starmie, just as Brock's Graveler was sucked inside its Pokeball, which had wandered off to, for some odd reason, chew the curtains to the stage. She turned her attention away from Ash for the moment to watch Delibird and Tropius. Delibird was hit directly in the chest with a thick concentrated beam of solar energy. The bird staggered back, just as Tropius came at it with a headbutt. "Counter," Fernando shouted, panicking as he thought of his Pokemon being defeated. Delibird shook its head, and turned towards Tropius once more. Delibird patiently stood while Tropius came nearer, then, a foot from the foe, it made its move. The bird stepped forward, ducking under Tropius' neck, and jutted its wing upward, sending the unprepared grass type crashing down, into the very hatch Kimberley had known of all along. Speaking of Kimberley, she was now inching away from the scene. "You can come out now!" she whispered. Her hair was tangled up in a mess of strands, which made her use one hand to brush some of it aside. When her hand came away from her face, she saw Max running at her. "This is for grabbing me," he declared, sweeping a foot underneath her as she made a break for it. Face first, she tripped and fell onto the carpeted floor. The carpet was dark blue mixed in with sky blue, and it mixed together in a color-blending swirl in the middle of the room, which is exactly where Team Rocket was. They had run inside from a second backstage exit, with Flygon, Masquerain, Bulbasaur, and Combusken surrounding them, protectively?. "Hahahaha!" James laughed deviously, Meowth hopping over beside him. "It all went as planned!" Kimberley took advantage of the fact that Max was observing the trio as they entered, and scooted away to stand inside the circle of stolen Pokemon guards. "Finally we beat you snotnosed twerps and got what WE want!" Jesse was rubbing her hands together in deep thought. "Now, with these two losers' Pokemon, we shall have the promotion we've been craving!" "Yeah, an' that means getting rid of you guys first!" Meowth jabbed a finger at the group that had beaten Kimberley. They all struck poses with their Pokemon, clearly about to strike. "Team Rocket," Brock announced. May nodded as she glared at the evildoers. "Back again?" "Naturally," James said, cockily running a hand through his hair. The judges were now alongside their Pokemon. Harpee spoke right after Ash did, her Hariyama stepping toward Team Rocket. "Then I guess we'll just naturally have to send you blasting off," Ash retorted, gesturing for Pikachu to attack. "So let's go buddy-" "Wait," Harpee cut in, raising a hand. "I've got this one! Hariyama Arm Thrust!" Her sumo wrestler resembling Pokemon bumbled over towards the group of villains. "Hari-yama!" It cried out, reaching out with an extended arm to punch Flygon. "STOP," Drew called out, and Hariyama halted halfway into connecting the blow. May continued for him. "That's right! Those are our Pokemon Harpee!" Harpee shrugged. Then she said flippantly, "It has to be done. Hariyama!" She nodded at her Pokemon to finish the job up. The fighting type didn't budge. It would not harm other Pokemon if they were actually innocent. "Flygon," Jesse said, "Dragonbreath!" It, surprisingly, obeyed, opening its mouth to attack. The wave of flaming breath was too much for Hariyama, who tumbled backwards on impact, into Harpee's leg. She gave it a dissapointed glance, which hurt it inside, but it stood firm by its beleifs of the innocent. "NOOO!" Max yelled, and foolishly charged forward at Flygon. "This is wrong. We're your friends Flygon. Listen to us!" He was now ten or more feet from Flygon, who hovered with a defiant glare aimed at Drew, two feet in the air. "Max stop," May pleaded, but he was gone. "Now Dragon Rage!" James ordered, and was hit over the head by Jesse. "That was my line!" She crossed her arms. The flames enveloped Max, and everyone on Ash's side of the room gasped. What had become of the poor boy? Team Rocket had sunken too low this time. "Quick attack," Officer Jenny comanded of her Growlithe, which darted forward into the swirling vortex of fire. Only hope could save Max now. |
Your story is one of the few that 1. captured each persons personallty accurately 2. have romance that is'nt corny. although I do have question. Ash's personally,heart, and mind is mostly Pokemon, so usally Misty reveels her feelings. Even that would be hard considering she's shy. note:besides the auther i'm the only boy posting in this thread
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Let me take this step by step - Ash's world revolves around Pokemon, yes. Misty USUALLY tells Ash she loves him 1irst. That isn't the case here, clearly. Misty is shy, like you said, so Ash's feelings for that one instant came through when he had to make a decision. That gave her the courage to express her feelings after he did. That good? I didn't think I'd say it the way I meant to, but it came out all right. This answer does cover the entire question right? You think I captured the personalities? THANKS MUCH, even though I think that May and the judges are a bit rough around the edges. |
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What i meant was Ash is so interested in pokemon, that he probibly thinks his feelings is mosly freindship(their freindhip(ash+may) is strong so it'l be hard to tell the difference. also if ash is aware if his feelings, he probibly wont admit them fearing that it will jepodise their freindship. Besides, misty's strategy seems to be to wait for ash to make his first move. if the decision came both parties would try to avoid it, although they feel otherwise. They both probibly know is that freindship is most importent. Unfortunally this relation shp cannot be. :(
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Hmmm this fiction is turning out to be very hot. i read up to chapter 5 already..i cant beleive that green hair jerk of DREW would not likemay's "kiss" he hee. ill read more tomorrow, in the meanwhile keep up the good work
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=D This seems good so far! I've noticed a few spelling errors, but that can be overlooked 'cause I'm intrigued and it has an alright plot to it. Keep it up - I'm looking forward to more! ^_^
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Chapter 8, Part 2 is up!
LOVE ME
Sorry about making you all wait so long. Here it is. The small Pokemon rushed into the ring of hot energy, as all eyes watched in wonder. It seemed not to mind the pain from the Dragon Rage, because it was trained to obey under all circumstances. Growlithe seemed to burst into a sprint as it neared the blue flames, in order to shrug off the energy. Instinct or training? Whichever it was, this was a smart and very bold move. In seconds the Dragon Rage died down, and in Max's place stood a muscular, brave Arcanine. Everyone watching on Ash's side of the room gasped, including himself. "That Growlithe, surviving Flygon's powerful Dragon Rage, gathered enough experience to evolve," Brock announced in awe. "Incredible!" "Well..." May gulped, "If that Arcanine is right there, where's Max?" Everyone went silent. The room was dead for a full minute, and finally... "Right-" A muffled voice replied, and it was so low it was barely audible. "Here!" The voice finished the phrase with a cheerful and higher pitched tone, and the form of Max's hand crept out from under Arcanine. The rest of him soon followed. May, Ash, Misty, Brock, and the judges sighed in relief. "How the heck did that small twerp survive?" Jesse questioned no one in particular with an angry voice. Meowth and James looked just as annoyed. "We'll finish you all right here," James boasted. From behind the ring of Pokemon that were now traitors, came a robot. Not just any robot, a Scizor. "Scizor," the voice rang out, and suprisingly, the Pokemon looked and sounded real. The good guys on one side of the room realized this was a real Scizor, but Team Rocket had placed a metal chip on it to make it do their bidding. "Hey," Ash said. "That's low of you all!" "Lower than I ever thought you three could go," Misty finished for him. She smiled at him, and they locked eyes for a quick instant. That small gesture of his head showed he had to hide their secret feelings toward each other until later. She nodded, calling her Corsola out. "Scizor," James ordered, "Cut attack!" Scizor zipped forward, slamming one hand into Corsola. It was instantly defeated. This Scizor wasn't fooling around. It was a true fighting machine. "No fair," Ash spat. "Corsola wasn't even ready! Sceptile, go!" His forest Pokemon was raring to go, and lunged at Scizor on cue. It lashed out with a few Leaf Blade attacks. These had little affect, and Scizor's cold, hard eyes bored into it without emotion. What had happened to its soul? "Slash attack," Jesse commanded, grinning. Scizor complied seconds later. Sceptile's Blade had struck solid flesh, and was jammed into Scizor's side, stuck there. Scizor felt nothing, and the cruel look it was giving Sceptile changed to plain rage, as it tore Sceptile's Blade from it's ribs forcefully. This threw the obedient Pokemon off balance. It was knocked senseless as a powerful slash attack caught it in the stomach, leaving a wide rip in the skin. Ash watched uselessly. Misty felt horrible, and had to help out somehow. "Staryu," she whispered, calling out a smaller star-like Pokemon with a core in the center, "Water Pulse!" Ash had just now gotten his game face back on, and asked Sceptile to evade. The woodland Pokemon eagerly did so, sliding away as more Slash attacks cut air, very close to places it had moved to, but not quite hitting it. Just as this started up, a jet of cold water doused Scizor, and slid off its armored skin without causing any damage whatsoever. "All right," Ash yelled, "Strike back while its distracted!" Sceptile stepped forward with a quick double-bladed Leaf Blade move. This simply left centimeter deep marks in the steel chest of Scizor. Meanwhile, Murry's Pokemon was fighting May's Combusken to protect everyone. Murry was calm, even as a Peck attack sent his Machoke backward, and a Sky Uppercut propelled it several feet into the air. He simply called out, "Revenge." The move it was most familiar with struck a sort of brain cord in it's head. The fighting type came down with an elbow, spinning in rapid succession to gain speed and finally striking Combusken in the shoulder and making it skid across the floor after a hard landing. Machoke's elbow had been glowing a bright violet color when it crashed into Combusken, and that energy soon faded away. "Combusken!" May called out in obvious anguish. "No, stop hurting Combusken please!" Tears streamed down the length of her face, and dripped onto the wooden stage floor. "I am...sorry young contestant," Murry said, nodding at May in an apologetic fashion. "I had to do it. Your Pokemon has turned on us all, and on top of that my Machoke-" "I'm sorry mister, but in truth I don't care about your Machoke!" May shreiked. "Team Rocket brainwashed my Combusken and I'm gonna save it!" She began to sob harder as she neared the bird Pokemon. "Combusken don't-" she paused as it stood, glaring menacingly at her. Its ruffled yellow feathers began to peel off of it, but it didn't seem to mind; it's main concern was the crying human in front of it. "Oh Combusken," May choked on her words, and threw her arms around the Pokemon. "Come back to us. Can you remember me?" "Commm-busken!" The bird yelled its name, as it's arm was interlocked underneath May. Next, it forced her back, and she twisted her body, stepping back to steady herself. Drew gasped as he saw the bird shrug her off. "No..." May mumbled, a devastated expression on her face. She instantly bent back, as Combusken swung its arm at her to swat her away, and the Pokemon's trainer lost her balance and fell back. Drew could not stand by helplessly, and ran forward. He dove, grabbing her by the waist firmly, and pulling her away. "Stoppp!" May complained, swiping the air with her palms. "Combusken needs me Drew! Let me go!" Tears burst from her already moist eyes, streaming relentlessly down her cheeks and dripping from her chin. "It needs you gone," Drew corrected, handing her off to Brock, who was feeling sorry for May. Finally May stopped struggling, since Brock was older and strong enough to keep her in his arms. "May..." he coaxed softly. "May, we'll save Combusken. We'll save all your Pokemon." Brock steadied her as she shook and cried. Drew watched with a frown. Then he noticed Jesse was petting his Roselia, and his temper flared. "GET AWAY!" He demanded of her, walking towards Team Rocket. "Roselia, Poisonpowder!" James cried, indicating Drew with a finger. "Get him!" "Roselia!" Drew called out, when their eyes met. "You are my best friend, don't do it. Whatever happens, you and Flygon..." he didn't finish, just stared silently as he walked forward, sending the message the best way he knew how. Roselia seemed to recognize him for a brief moment, but shook its head and its features became menacing once more. It gave Drew a fierce glare, waving its flowered arms. They began to glow, and streams of purple dust flew out of them and showered Drew with poison. He choked immediately, kneeling as his breath left him. May's face showed fear. Drew slowly stood, coughing, and proceeded forward. Arcanine appeared and shielded him by allowing Drew to sit on it and bury his face in it, to stop inhaling the poison. To defend itself, Arcanine blew away the poison with a smokescreen conjured from rising flames in its throat. This worked well, and soon Roselia ceased the attack, and Arcanine took it down with a weak ember attack. It did not want to hurt Drew's Pokemon, but had to lower its energy level so it could not harm either of them as they attempted to bring it back to the other side of the room. Arcanine shoved Jesse, James, and Kimberley aside, and held Roselia with a paw, flinging it over in front of Drew, who hugged it happily. Jesse however, wasn't finished yet. "Roselia return," she said, shooting a beam from Roselia's Pokeball to retrieve it. Drew stuck his hand out and the beam struck his palm painlessly. He grunted, and the Pokeball steadily began to hover over to his hand. Jesse grabbed for it, but it was too far out of reach. "Flygon get it," she said. Drew had already taken the Pokeball and called Roselia back though. Flygon sped through the air toward Arcanine. "Evade it with quick attack," Drew called out. He knew what his Pokemon would not be able to handle, so he could help Arcanine avoid them. Arcanine roared, sprinting back over to the stage. Flygon soared through the space Arcanine had just been standing in, but it had dodged. Arcanine dashed away, next to May, and deposited Drew next to her. "Why'd you do it, Kimberley?" Misty asked. "Why did you make a deal with these creeps?" Kimberley scoffed, glaring at her. "These three proposed a deal. If I joined them in their plan, and fooled May into going out onstage to fall into that underground room, I would be rewarded handsomely by Giovanni. We all would." "You did it for money!" May yelled at her. "You are a traitor! How could you?" "You give all contestants a bad name," Misty chimed in in a disappointed tone. "Jesse and James never pull off any plans, everyone knows that!" "She's right," Brock agreed. "Now you're going down with them." Officer Jenny climbed aboard Arcanine. Her fellow cops stood beside her Pokemon. "Hey..." Meowth groaned. "WHAT ABOUT ME-owwwth!" He was stopped during the sentence when Jesse knocked him over the head with a fist. "I'm part of Team Rocket too y'know!" Misty raised an eyebrow at him. "ANYWAYS, I've got plans for you Kimberley." She smirked, whispering to Ash, who nodded. "Pikachu, use-huh?" he looked down at his pocket, and yanked out his PokeNavigator. "It's a call." He flipped it open and listened. "Mom...uh...yeah, we did that already. Okay, Bye. What? You're-" He stopped talking when his mother hung up. "What was it Ash?" Misty wondered. "Oh, I told her we already saved May and Drew." He shrugged, turning back to Team Rocket. "Pikachu give them a thunder wave!" The mouse vibrated, and its cheeks glowed. Next, yellow waves shot out and collided with Team Rocket and the stolen Pokemon. Instead of paralyzing the Pokemon, it helped them focus, and they snatched the Pokeballs from Meowth and returned them to their trainers, along with themselves. May hugged Combusken and brought out her Beautifly. Drew, at the same time, released Masqeurain. "Now," Drew and May called out together, "Masquerain/Beautifly, GUST!" The two Pokemon floated in a spiraling pattern close to each other, and bombarded Team Rocket(and Kimberley) with a burst of wind. Meowth hung on to the floor at first with his paws, but eventually went up into the air with the three humans. They crashed through the glass cieling, and were too high up into the sky to be heard. They yelled, "Team Rocket's blasting off again!" This time for good, Pikachu thought with a wry smile. "Pika," it cheered, hopping into Ash's arms. They embraced each other, as everyone called back their Pokemon. Pikachu suddenly pulled away. "What's wrong buddy?" Ash inquired curiously, following as it ran away from him. It stopped near the hatch edge, and peered inside. Ash caught up and did so too. Tropius. What to do with Tropius? "Darn." That was all Ash said. What else was there to say? |
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this is great fiction. i know that Drew's love for roselia was deep like his love for May, but wow.
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Thanks, and I figured I should make Drew useful. Heh, he was just standing around doing nada. I hope you'll stick around until I end this fic.
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Chapter 9 - Back in Business! The Contest must go on!
Hey all readers! I am SO SORRY! I'm back but updates may not come so regularly anymore.
(Yes, I know you're about to skim this and read the chapter, be my guest!) First of all, I've been on. I have been desperately trying to access this page, and finally the Pokecommunity stopped acting strange and let me in. Well here I am, and enjoy the next part! It had been at least two hours since Tropius was discovered, helped out of the dusty room, and placed safely onstage using Hank's Gardevoir's Psychic. Feeling vulnerable without its trainer, the Pokemon did what was asked of it. The group of trainers, cops, and others followed the traitor's Pokemon backstage and to a large room. "This is the place Tropius?" Drew asked, petting the Pokemon. It may have recently been an enemy, but now it was nothing more than a child without supervision that could be forced to do anyone's bidding. It nodded several times. Max smiled, and looked up at Ash questioningly. "You wanna do the honors?" Ash raised his hands nervously, grinning. "No, no...you do it Max." "C'mon Ash, the three of you-" he pointed to Ash, Misty, and lastly Brock, "beat Kimberley and brought Team Rocket to justice. One of you should open the door." Ash eyed the silver knob for a few seconds, then turned to Misty. He clasped a hand over her wrist and pulled her in front of him. "I think Misty should open it," he protested, nudging her forward encouragingly. She shook her head though. She backed away from the door, pushing Brock toward it. "You do it. After all, we are rescuing girls," she said smoothly. Brock's jaw dropped. It was working. Misty snickered to herself as Brock stepped forward. Then he stopped. "Wait..." he glared at her, a sudden realization visible in his eyes. "I see what's happening here!" The bribe didn't work anymore. "You open it." "WILL SOMEONE JUST OPEN THE STUPID DOOR?" Harpee Lilith screamed, stomping her foot. "We've got a contest to continue, you know." Everybody's faces dropped at the sudden outburst. Max nodded, and quickly pushed open the door. The lavender walls and desks piled with papers were ignored. Ash and his friends filed in quietly first, followed by Roselia, Drew, Combusken, and May. Next everyone else tripped over each other as they crammed into the room. The group spread out once they were inside, and gazed happily at what was in front of them. Drew was the first to speak. "Let's do it May," he urged her. She smiled, joining him as he stepped toward the two women who were strapped to the wall five feet above the floor. "Combusken use scratch," May ordered as she readjusted her bandana. "Now!" "Roselia, cut!" Drew announced. Both Pokemon obeyed, moving toward the tied up judges. Combusken's clawed gleamed in the light as it carefully shredded the bindings on Nurse Joy. Just beside it, Roselia was using its thorns to penetrate the thick rope that tied Lanette up. Soon both ladies were freed and safe. "Are you okay?" Brock asked them, concerned. Both women nodded, frowning at him as he drooled. "I guess I can um-join my fellow judges now," Nurse Joy said hurriedly, tip-toeing away. Lannete followed, her green skirt flowing as she evaded Brock. She had on a green blouse as well, and a white ribbon to match the small areas of white on her skirt, in her hair. Nurse Joy wore the same old outfit. A Nurse outfit. Her pink hair, however, was held up in intricate stylish patterns around her head. "Let's go guys," Max said. "We need to find out what to do with Tropius." And with that, everybody left the backstage area, to continue on with their lives. They would have to hand Tropius over to the cops so that when they found Kimberley they could reunite the two (While they cuffed her), and pick up where they left off with the contest. It had been two hours since all this, and the judges decided to postpone the contest. Everybody was a bit tired, and had no zeal for competition at the moment. Now everybody (Ash and co., Drew, Fernando, and Mellisa) was in a hotel, resting in the lobby. They were chatting happily about their victory, and their Pokemon were all talking as well. The only ones away from the group were Misty and May. Misty pulled May into a corner, where nobody could hear them. "So...ehehe, what did you want?" May asked, nervous. "Why'd you ask me to come over here?" Misty shrugged, leaning back on the wall and folding her arms. May was still puzzled, so she pushed her. "Uh, Misty?" "...All right. May, what's the deal with you two?" "Huh?" "What happened between you and Drew?" May tensed up. "Wh-what do you mean?" She twirled a finger in her hair, sweat dripping down the back of her head. "Don't act like you don't know," Misty teased. She gave May a superior grin before adding, "tell me. All of it." "All of what?" She was getting nervous. "Sometimes, girls just know." Misty chuckled. "Good!" May perked up. "Which means there's nothing to tell. It was fun talking to you Misty so I'll just be going now!" May turned and strode off in the other direction. "HOLD it." May froze. She cracked a smile as she slowly turned to face the Gym Leader. "Y-yes?" "You're gonna say it. Tell me everything that went on (or rather went down) down there." May caved. She had to give in now because it was too obvious. She sank to her knees beside Misty, and slowly retold her steamy encounter with the oh so good-looking Drew Simmons. (WHAT? I like the name. *gunned down*) Over at the registration desk, everybody was reserving spots to have rooms ready for them. Fernando was speaking. "What do you mean no free soap? That's just cheap! Tacky, tacky, tack-" Mellisa backhanded him, and he made room for Ash. "Okay now," Ash said calmly. He stepped forward to talk to the man behind the desk. The man had on a red tie and gave Ash a smug look. Ash kept his cool. "I'd like a-" "He'll take one bed for two. Balcony!" Brock interrupted. Ash was appalled. The man was typing away already. He may have been cocky, but he was a good listener. Ash was already on his friend's case. "Brock!" he exclaimed. Brock patted him on the shoulder, leaning in to whisper. "Trust me, you need it." Brock grinned and stepped back. Everybody was gone (of course May and Misty were chatting it up), so Drew took a chance. "Could you give me a room beside that lovely girl?" he asked cautiously, indicating May secretly. The man turned to look, and nodded. "Lovebirds, eh?" the man asked, elbowing Drew. "Go for it pal." "Thanks," Drew whispered with a grin, and walked smoothly across the room to the elevator. Tommorow, the contest would start up again, so he wanted to visit the pool and cool off before the sunlight was all gone. First though, he figured he would head upstairs and check out the view from the rooftop. He needed some alone time. -End- Chapter 10: Forbidden Love - Temptation (also, "Trainer Moments, Night on the Balcony!" "Nice, isn't it?" Drew inquired, staring at his Roselia resting on his arm. It nodded, watching the buildings below. Suddenly Drew moved, stirring it from its peace and quiet. "Time to head for the big blue," Drew announced, turning and moving down the staircase to the elevator. May was there, and they saw each other. For a moment there was love in their eyes, then the two resumed their activities. May and Combusken were heading to the desk to get the list of rooms from the man Drew talked to earlier. "Big blue?" May asked, confused. "Hey May," Drew said flatly. Then he changed his tone, not meaning to sound so uninterested in her. Boy, was he interested. "What did you mean?" She pressed, wanting to know. He nodded. "Oh, right! I'm off to the pool." Drew was nervous now. It was too hard to hide his feelings, so he rushed into the elevator. Ash and everybody else (except Drew obviously) met May down in the lobby, and quickly found their rooms. Fernando ran out for soap, grumbling all the while, and um...well, who cares? Drew felt stupid since he didn't know what his room number was, so he asked the man behind the desk. He went up to his room, dropped his belongings on the bed, grabbed his swim trunks, locked the door and left. Soon he was at the edge of the pool, fully changed into his swimmers' clothing, and was about to cannonball into the watery depths for a refreshing swim. "Drew," called a voice. It was soft, unmistakable. He whipped around, shocked and embarrassed. "May?" "Hey Drew...can I join you?" "Sure," Drew said. May suddenly gasped. "What?" Drew asked. Then his cheeks turned red as he looked down. His swim trunks had fallen. His body was totally exposed. Good thing he was facing away from May! He quickly covered himself up again. "Sorry," he apologized, and felt like avoiding the subject so... He hopped over the rim, and splashed into the pool. May yelped as a small wave of water doused her. She was in her swim attire too, but it still didn't feel too good. May went over and sat in one of the chairs nearby, still paralyzed from what she'd seen. She decided not to think about it, and watched happily from a distance as her crush swam around expertly. "You aren't coming?" Drew called to her. She shook her head. "No Drew, I'm fine here," she said, walking over to the pool and soaking her feet only. Drew gasped. "Oh come on May! You don't want to come in? The water's great!" "People always say that." "I'm not people." She knew what he meant by that. He had a pretty good point. "Listen, I don't do water, okay?" "Nonsense May!" Drew floated over to her. His pride had resurfaced since the swim trunks incident. "Get in!" He yanked her down, and just like that, she was wet. "Aaahhh!" May shouted, as she plummeted down. Then she was underwater. She pumped her legs, and came up. At least her head did. She was trying to breathe, and Drew's hand quickly pulled her up. She was now clinging to him. "That wasn't c-c-cool!" she shouted. "I could've drowned." "No way! I saved you didn't I?" May stayed silent. "So come on then. Swim!" "Teach me." She clung tighter to him. Her lungs were expanding rapidly. What if he bumped his head and dropped her? What if she sank, and she couldn't swim well? All her worries vanished as he led her out into the middle of the pool. He took her fears and locked them away. He was the one for her. "Be calm. Lean forward, and kick out." May yelled in fright when he let her go, and did one thing in response: kicked out. She propelled herself forward as a reflex, like she saw him doing while she sat just a while ago. She closed her eyes, waiting for water to fill her head. Nose, eyes, mouth, and ears. Nothing. She opened her eyes again and swirled around, still kicking. "WHOO!" Drew shouted happily. "Go May!" May looked over at him. He was twenty yards away. "You did it!" May smiled. She had done it, she realized. May had no clue where this came from, but a burst of joy shot through her that made her dive deep. And she held it. Stayed underwater for a solid ten seconds and surfaced in front of Drew, who pulled her close. "Good," he whispered. "You did good." Without even meaning to, May spun around. Right there in the pool, they kissed. Long and gently. They broke away, turned around, and yelped. Brock was standing at the edge of the pool, looking right at them. (I'm so evil! Hahaha!) |
What!?? You couldn't get to Ash & Misty?? CURSE YOU!!!!!
...I can't wait for THAT one...lol. |
Oh, it's comin'! These two relationships are about to get steamy! (And many other things) I'll tell ya one thing...
Both pairs will be torn apart for a while! Like all relationships I guess... I'm saving the best for last...AAML! YAY! |
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Chapter 10 - Balcony Rendezvous!
Wait no longer folks! Here I go!
Ash advanced cheerfully down the white-walled hallway, toward his new room. Pikachu was, of course, perched on his shoulder. "Nice here, isn't it buddy?" he asked his Pokemon. "Pi! Pika!" The mouse chirped, grinning as it stared at the torches lining the walls, incased in half-cone shaped glass (That visual okay?). "Here's the room," Ash said calmly, pressing the card he was given into the slot, and swiping it down. "That should do." With that, he stepped over the threshold into the hotel room. "Ooh, roomy," he whispered, staring at the sea-blue curtains covering the double-doors. Beyond these were the beautiful balcony. Stepping outside after walking across the one-bedded room, Ash smiled at the breathtaking sight. The sun was about to set, and the blue sky and orange sunlight were reflected brilliantly off of the waters in the large pool below. "Excellent!" Ash called out. "Pikachuuuu!" The yellow rodent shouted happily. Ash nodded, and it sprang up. Rolling forward in the air to gain speed and control, Pikachu vanished as it plummeted toward the watery-blue pool. "Allright...a cannonball," Ash said with a chuckle. "Go for it pal!" Then he noticed three black specks running from the blue wave that blasted in an outward circle from Pikachu's point of contact with the pool. Smiling, he stepped back. "Must be the hotel guests having fun down there. Wait a second..." Ash gasped. That bandana and those black gloves were unmistakable. "MAY?" A head turned. The right head. "I knew it..." he said in a low, triumphant voice. "Sorry about that!" he yelled. "Pikachu will be down there a while." Once he was sure the surprise had been overcome by acceptance of Pikachu's fun-loving side, Ash left. As soon as he re-entered, he heard a voice. "Hey Ash." Bright orange hair, up in a ponytail. The way he loved to see her. "Misty! Hey there," he replied, turning to face her. "Where's Pikachu?" She tilted her head in confusion. "The pool." "Oh." Silence for a good ten seconds. The room was tense, as was their relationship since their last encounter. "...Ash?" "Yeah?" "This room...uh..." "One bed? That was Brock." "Definitely, I should've known!" Misty cried, stomping the floor. "That Brock." "You're, uh, mad?" "No...sorry! It's fine-um, I mean not fine! No, not at all." "Misty, what about our-" "You mean..." She blushed. "The kiss right?" "Yes. Of course! Didn't that mean anything to you in the slightest?" He seemed a bit ticked. That was bad. Misty did some fancy foot work as she neared Ash, and locked her arm around his neck. "I love you silly." She placed her lips tentatively to his face and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Heheh, stop it!" Ash grinned ear to ear. "That tickles." "Love tickles. Deal with it." "...Hey, wanna go out back?" "The balcony? Awesome!" "Put something on. I want it to be...private, and special." "Are you being romantic Ash?" "Uh...I guess maybe a little bit." His cheeks reddened. "Oh allright, but don't peek!" "Eww, never!" A fierce glare shut him up. Stomping over to the bathroom with her bag of clothes, passing by the red purse left on the bed, Misty shut the door and dressed. Ash, meanwhile, stood outside watching as Pikachu splashed around, eventually walking inside the hotel. Ash assumed he would be upstairs with May in a little while. Impatient, he tapped his feet. He was contented again as Misty stepped outside with orange earrings and a sparkling red gown on. She looked stunningly pretty, and Ash gaped. "You look great Misty," he said, choking on the words as he forced himself to speak. "Thanks Ash," she responded, lowering her head shyly, and spinning around so he could see more of her. "Am I as great all over?" "That's for sure," Ash said softly. He flung his right arm over to Misty's left, and led her to the edge of the balcony. They stood in silence watching the last rays of daylight, enjoy the mere bliss of the moment. Of each others' company. "It's so calm here," Misty said, turning and giving Ash a full on smooch. She was no longer shy. "How was that?" Ash staggered, and gave her a stupid grin. "One more please." "Coming right up m'boy!" Pulling him closer, she embraced Ash. Smelling him, the scent of masculinity and feeling his muscles, Misty took exactly what she wanted. Not daring to stop and breath, she plunged into his mouth. And Ash gave, and gave, accepting Misty's curvy body and sweet lips wholeheartedly. He had never experienced love, and this sure was just that. Ash felt Misty's hips and grinned. He felt like never allowing her out of his sight and grasp, and always feeling her mouth on his. That night was a very make-out rich night, until the psyched mouse returned. Pure bad luck, but expected nonetheless. More time to hide their feelings. This was tearing the two of them up inside. They just had to wait and see what the future would hold. |
......YAY This is getting really fun now! HOORAY FOR AAML!
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Whoa...you seem hyped. Oh who am I kidding? SO AM I! That kiss could fire up any AAML fan. W00T W00T!
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CHAPTER 11 - The Sealed Deal
All right then. Without any useless chit-chat, I'll just dive in! XD
Chapster #11 (The Sealed Deal) "Tell me I didn't just see what I think I saw." May chuckled nervously. "Eheheh, is this a trick question?" "It's not a question." Red faced and stunned, Drew sank underneath the blue waters. The line-eyed older boy stared disapprovingly at the blotchy figure of Drew beneath the water. Sighing, he looked at May. Shrugging, she said, "What're you looking at me for?" Her cheeks reddened. "Don't give me that, May!" Brock shook his head in surprise. "I just saw you and Drew kissing." May was speechless. Much to her relief, Drew popped up out of the water. Drifting forward, he pulled May with him. Soaking wet, they stepped out of the pool. Grabbing a towel nearby, May began to dry her face and arms, then her legs... "What was that all about?" Brock asked. May had finally finished drying herself. She looked at him pleadingly. Drew was now drying himself off as well. "Brock, listen to me," she said softly. "They can't know. If you keep this from everybody, you'll be doing me a big favor! There's no way I'd be able to finish the contest if this got out to the public!" "Hmm..." Brock hummed, considering it. "Tabloids, Newspapers, the press, it would be a disaster!" Drew was by now standing away from the scene in silence, watching Brock. Watching, and hoping. "Well...oh, all right!" Brock said with finality. "I know how much this contest means to you. I'll bite my tongue." May cheered. "Except for one thing." She squealed in fear. Drew staggered and fell in the background. "Y-yes?" "What's this all about? When did it start? What am I hiding if I agree?" "...We...have feelings for each other." "I figured as much," Brock said, a grin spreading across his face. "It began in..." "Uh huh. Go on." Brock was curious. "In the hatch..." Brock urged her on. "And?" "Ugh! All right then, we had our Pokemon taken and were alone. So we got to arguing and..." "AND?" "That's so annoying." May rolled her eyes. Brock groaned. "JUST get on with it!" "Fine...so then we ended up-" "We found out we were madly in love with each other," Drew finished. Brock looked shocked. Smirking, he teased, "Drew, you actually have a soft side?" "I know, hard to believe isn't it?" May gulped when Drew shot her a look. "AHH!" Drew yelled. "Run!" "Whaaa..." May said in a confused voice, but it was too late. Screaming, she threw her arms up as the calm wave of water crashed into all of them. Blinking several times to regain her clear eyesight, May stared at the water. A yellow spike popped up to the surface, and quickly rose. Another spike. Ears! "Pikachu?" May gasped, as the whole head of the rodent became visible. "Hi," she said uneasily. What had just happened? Where did the Pokemon come from? "MAY?" That oh-so-familiar voice called to her. She was startled, but turned her head. Looking up, she saw the small, barely discernable figure of Ash. She could not see his face but she knew he was smiling. "Sorry about that!" he yelled. "Pikachu will be down there a while." "Eheheh," she giggled. "That Ash." Turning back to Brock, she proceeded with her question. Pikachu was approaching with a grin on it's face. It shook it's coat, wetting them further. "PIKACHU! Hey, I just dried off," May shrieked. Then she chuckled. "I know you didn't mean it. You were just drying off too." So, that said, she dried off once more. Drew followed suit. Brock simply stayed wet. "I didn't get too much of the water on me. It'll dry." "Right," May sight with a nod. "...So, will you agree to our little deal?" Brock held out his hand. May met it with her own. Drew slapped his forehead as they met each other's eyes. Now their secret was not a secret anymore! May gave Brock's hand a firm handshake. All three of them looked at each other and shouted, "Deal!" |
Hmm...a bit short (T.T), but good nonetheless. It's interesting that you're going BACKWARDS to cover what happened, but why bother? You could leave some of that to the reader's imagination...
Now get back to the AAML part. |
Get over it Ichapokemr. My fic. My rules, my chapters! *glares*
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The Description has been really good in the chapters I like it. Good Work.
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Thanks DaVinci. :) Nice of you to drop by. Have you read up to the recent update yet? Just curious. o_o;?
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I'm not too fond of shipping fics, but since you're my friend I decided to check this out. You stick to the original characteristics if each character quite well from what I know about 'em... the arguements of TR as well Drew and May's chats seem pretty true to their anime counterparts.
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I totally love this fic! I can't wait for the next chapter, please continue soon! =D
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Heh, thanks. I'll defenitely try to get off my lazy butt some time or other to write the next part of the fic. Thanks for stopping by! Encourage others to come here too if you could. Also, not just here, but ask around to get new members for PC! :D
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Ash and Misty walked slowly down the hallway. They turned a corner to take the elevator route. Ironically, the elevator was already coming. They reached the elevator room, where Ash was just about to tap the ‘down’ button. Suddenly, a shrill chime caused him to stumble back in surprise. The doors began to part, revealing Brock, May, and Drew stepping out of the confined area.
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It sounds more like a summary, but it will do! Can't wait till you continue!
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Uh, duh. It's part of a chapter that I am too lazy to finish just yet. -.__.-
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Oh no! This is getting exciting, can't wait for the next part! XD
...Well good luck making the next part. ;D |
Oh, hey. Wow, thanks!
I will write the rest sometime soon, but now I have to bump my other fic up with a post before it's a month old. So, off I go. Ta-ta! |
Yeah, I like the swimming pool part the most. ^-^
Well, I hope to see it before this thread dies..please?! XD |
At the rate things move in here, this'll "die" in a few weeks. I think we've got plenty of time -____-
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You HAD to be negative. -_\ Well I'll try to hurry and get back here once my life gets less hectic. K( *Sad cyclops face*
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Ash and Misty walked slowly down the hallway. They turned a corner to take the elevator route. Ironically, the elevator was already coming. They reached the elevator room, where Ash was just about to tap the ‘down’ button. Suddenly, a shrill chime caused him to stumble back in surprise. The doors began to part, revealing Brock, May, and Drew stepping out of the confined area.
"Uhhh...hey," Ash said awkwardly. "A dress," Drew snickered. "So my idea did help, didn't it?" Brock teased, and laughed all the way past the couple and down the hall. May and Drew stayed behind. The two new couples surveyed each other. Drew locked eyes with Ash, who looked away just when he did. They were both nervous. Meanwhile, May and Misty were sizing each other up. "Nice dress." "Thanks May." Misty reached out a hand, and they silently shook hands before going their seperate ways. Misty felt the paper square in her hand, folded it again to make it smaller, and hid the note before stepping into the elevator with Ash. She'd had pockets made on her dress in case she needed to bring anything with her on a date, or outing. The two doors gave off a metallic clicking noise before sliding shut. Misty and Ash embraced each other just as the elevator started to move. Seizing their only chance to kiss again, they made out like never before! The two pressed their lips together in a whirlwind of passion. Finally, the doors opened onto a spectacular dance floor. Ash hooked his arm around Misty's and nervously stepped out onto the dark blue tiled floor that made a thick ring around the railed dance floor area. The wall were covered with multi-colored lights, and couples were chatting at tables. Two bathrooms were on the right. The dance floor was massive, with a disco ball on the ceiling. The disco ball was designed like a Solrock. The dance floor was already hot. People moved their bodies to the music, while some just tried to make it look like they knew how to dance. Ash was going to be one of those people. Misty literally dragged him out onto the floor, where she started shaking her hips and moving closer and closer to him with a smile on her face. "Do something!" she called out over the roar of the music. "I can't dance!" he whispered. "WHAT?" Misty strained to hear because someone was blasting the music. "I said I CAN'T DANCE!" He hung his head low. "Yeah right! Just move," she urged him. "It won't matter once you get with the rhythm!" He slowly looked up into her eyes. Her sweet, fun-loving eyes told him he could do this. He first began to move his arms in a very goofy way. Then he let his legs guide him. "Ash, you're making a fool out of yourself! Loosen up." "Okay," he replied shakily. He began to shake and spun Misty around, and soon they were both enjoying themselves. Ash found himself leading the dancers. They all mirrored he and Misty's moves for the rest of the song, when finally... "Any requests for a song can be made here," A woman said over the din of the music. Misty rushed off the floor and up to the lady. Just as quickly she rushed back and kept dancing. The song stopped, and everyone else along with it. "Slow song," someone announced, and Misty was brought up onto a stage that rose from beneath the floor somewhere in the room. She picked up a microphone. She was sweating, but she knew she could do this... "I'm dedicating this one song to Ash Ketchum, my one true love," she said, grinning at him. He stood on the dance floor watching her, confused and feeling really stupid. "Well, come on up here!" She shouted. The masses of people laughed and whooped. They all nudged him forward and up onstage. "What's this about?" he whispered. "It's about us," she whispered back. "Just listen. She stepped toward him and he held her waist. She eased into his arms and began to sing. Out here in the quiet of the night Beneath the stars, and moon We both know we've got somethin' on our minds We won't admit, but it's true You look at me, I look away I wanna tell you what I'm feeling, But I don't know how to start I wanna tell you, but now I'm afraid that you might break my heart Oh why should anything so easy ever Be so hard to do I wanna tell you what I'm feeling, And to say that, I love you I practice all the things that I would say Line by line, every word I tell myself today would be the day But everytime, I lose my nerve I look at you, you look away I wanna tell you what I'm feeling, But I don't know how to start I wanna tell you, but now, I'm afraid that you might break my heart Oh why should anything so easy ever Be so hard to do I wanna tell you what I'm feeling, And to say that, I love you Why? Why do you turn away It must be, you're afraid like me I try, but I can't pretend that I, Don't feel for you, the way I do, Can't you see I wanna tell you what I'm feeling, But I don't know how to start I wanna tell you, but now, I'm afraid that you might break my heart Oh why should anything so easy ever Be so hard to do, I wanna tell you what I'm feeling And to say that, I love you I wanna tell you what I'm feeling, But I don't know how to start I wanna tell you, but now, I'm afraid that you might break my heart Oh why should anything so easy ever Be so hard to do, I wanna tell you what I'm feeling And to say that, I love you (whisper) I love you Ash stood stunned by her musical words. That last whisper had brought up a question. Had Misty always felt this way? He felt like a fool for not noticing sooner. "I love you too, Misty," He said calmly. She burst into tears and dropped her microphone. "You DO always look away! Even now. Did that mean nothing to you?" She dashed, dress and all, offstage, and Ash was right after her. "Wait...Misty, stop!" She made it to the elevator before he did, and left him standing speechless in front of two closed golden doors. Why did it have to turn out this way? Ash wondered if they really had a future together... ------------------------------------------------------ Well how was that for an update? |
Ooooh! :surprised: You just had to stop when it was getting good, didn't you? :(
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Sorry! I'm updating quick okay? Soon as I get back from a short trip. Well, bye all!
P.S. - *Readers, please stick around!* |
more....mooooree...MOOOREE!!! +_+ I'm loving it so far o_O GIVE ME MOOOOOOREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! +_____+
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I just did! Thanks for renewing the fic as well, loyal fan! I'll leave you all to read while I go elsewhere. :D
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>_< that last part of the chapter left me feeling sorry for Misty >_>; and mad @ Ash
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Ash is dumb anyways. Forget about him. XP
This is why I said it wouldn't just be a "Happily Ever After" fic. Now for the MD couple. May and Drew will now be sometimes referred to as the Mystery Dungeon couple. XD If you want to actually hear this song (for those who haven't) go to Pokemon.com and play "Misty's Song" from the bar in the top right corner. |
Oh, so it is comming to an end soon >_>;
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Probably in like 2, 3 chapters. I dunno. I haven't covered all the areas I want to cover yet.
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2 or 3 chapters?!? You can't end it that soon, it's so good!! How about 4? please just think about it!
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nuh-uh, you can't end it that soon, are you kidding me?
I love the context; It seems modern and the feelings are realistic... And normally I wouldn't ever compare anything from Pokemon to real-life... |
ehh... you know what they say..
All good things must come to an end >_< oh well >_<; |
Yuckyyy! The good thing is that It will never be animated in to a real Pokemon Episode. That will never ever happen!!!!!!!!!!!
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o_O [email protected] char. if it were animated into an episode, most people would probably hate it, some wouldnt, but the adolescent teenagers would like it( much like myself :3);)
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Omg this is TOO good! Although, if it did get animated into an episode, certain parts would be cut out. I'd LOVE to see this though. I'd record it and invite my friends over to watch it. ^_^
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but seriously, when's the next chap. comming? I wanna read it already..COME ON!! DONT KEEP US IN SUSPENSE!! T_T
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there's TOO much suspense! put the next chap!!!!
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Sorry I've been gone a while (NOT BY MY OWN CHOICE! SCHOOL IRRITATES ME!)
So ANYWAY, I'm back and hopefully gonna get you all another good chapter soon. Again to all my fans, I'm so sorry...and goodnight! *goes to bed after posting this* EDIT: And could people please stop posting in my thread just to flame(say you hate/dislike without explanation) it? It's so annoying and just takes up valuable space... At least say WHAT you don't like about it. :/ |
>_< ok, JUST HURRY UP WITH THE CHAPT! (no need to be pushy) THE SUSPENCE IS TOO MUCH >_<''
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According to me, Half of the pkmn community hates, Everyone knows what's inside it because of the name, It is the indicator for everyone.
They see the name, they say: AAh man! Who would do such a thing to ruin POKEMON, so they don't read!!!!!!! |
I'm kinda confused about what that has to do with my fic. The wording was confusing! :X?
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mm, I think he was talking about the name of the fanfic... and how people see the title, and don't like the pairings, so they don't read the fic.
...>> All be it random, I think thats what he said. I love this fic, personally. x3 |
Uh, hey Drew! I was wondering where you'd gone to! All my old readers seem to have abandoned the fic when I stopped writing for a while...ah well. New ones have come! :D
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Aww, I hope the next part on May x Drew is soon. XD
Keep up the good work. ^_^ |
Oh, thanks Tali-Chan!
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Now, what you've all been waiting for! MAY AND DREW!
Chapter 13 - A Rekindled Rivalry! The note that Misty recently received was very important, and May was worried that Misty had been caught with it. Curious as he was, Ash might try to see what it said. If Misty said no, he might get suspicious... What the heck am I thinking? Ash isn't like that. I'm just TOO paranoid. By now Brock, Drew, and May had all gone to the vending machine down the hall for soda and enjoyed it together in Drew's room. However, this was not for friendly reasons. They had a lot to discuss. As May sipped down the last of her soda, Brock asked, "so, have you two been making out since the start of the contest?" May spit out the drink in surprise, and Drew's eyes widened (he had finished his soda already). Brock laughed as he watched their reactions. "Have we...what?" May was embarrassed and could not believe Brock would be so straightforward with it. Then again, he loved talking about relationships, primarily his own fantasized ones. "You heard me. How long has this been going on?" A smirk crept across Brock's mouth. Drew was the first to take action. He had returned to his normal calm persona. "Since we were stuck in that room together." "Aha!" Brock pointed a finger at them. "So that's what you two were doing. Swapping spit while you were trapped in there together!" May blushed. "Well, it just sort of...happened." "Yeah, it happened so fast...we were just..." Brock cut Drew off. "When two people love one another, it's not long before one, or in this case, both of them can't deny it any longer." Drew nodded. "He's right." He looked at Brock with a serious face. "So you'll keep our secret?" Brock grinned. "My lips are sealed." "That's good," Drew replied, turning to look at May. May winked at him. "So, looks like we've got a long day ahead of us." "Yeah," Drew said to her. "I've got some winning to do tomorrow, don't I?" "In your dreams," May spat. Her confidence was back. "I'll be taking that ribbon!" "Hey, hey, break up the rivalry for a second. I'm not done." Brock looked at Drew. "I promise to keep your secret as long as you both let me watch a practice match between the two of you." May cleared her throat. "What?" "Exactly!" Drew agreed. "That should pep us both up." He looked at Brock, nodding, then back to May. "So, is it a deal?" "For sure," May responded with a smile. "Let's go!" ------------------------------------------------ Drew and May were standing at their positions outside the building, on a clear stretch of grass big enough for a battle. "Go Roselia, now!" With a pop, Roselia was formed from a beam of white light. The same happened with Flygon, Combusken, and Squirtle. Both of them shouted, "Let's do it!" and their eyes sparkled with the joy of battle. "Flygon, go! Use Wing Attack." Drew was as calm as ever. "Combusken Sky Uppercut! Squirtle use Rapid Spin!" May was prepared. Squirtle was lifted into the air by Sky Uppercut, and crashed into Flygon, bouncing back to its original position. "No way," Drew whispered. "She has gotten better." Then he turned his attention to Roselia. "Roselia, use Sweet Scent!" "Sweet Scent?" May was puzzled, but continued on. "Combusken, clear it with Flamethrower, and then rush toward Flygon!" Meanwhile Brock watched nervously, analyzing the moves both trainers' Pokemon used. "This match is pretty one-sided if you ask me." "Just as I expected," Drew said with a chuckle. "Flygon hyper beam! Roselia, use Sweet Scent again!" The soothing smell of flowers was enough to make Combusken stop moving for a second. Then it remembered its task, and blew the smell away with red flames. Next it proceeded to attack Flygon. "Roselia now! Poisonpowder!" Just as Combusken was about to attack Flygon before it could charge up enough powder, a stream of purple smoke bombarded it. Falling down hard, Combusken could only watch as the Hyper Beam came toward it, feeling drained of energy by the poison infecting it. "I stand corrected!" Brock announced, scared that May might lose. "Squirtle!" shouted May's blue turtle, as it combatted the orange blast with Ice Beam. Both attacks cancelled each other out, leaving Flygon defenseless as it recovered from the enormous use of power. "Now, use Flamethrower on Roselia," May said with a smirk. Combusken, still laying down, tired, fired a huge burst of energy that annihilated any of Roselia's will to fight. It crumpled to the floor, defeated. Soon a beam of light enveloped it and it was called back into its Pokeball. "Combusken attack now!" May called out. "Do your best with Peck!" Combusken struggled to its feet, jumping up to attack the flying foe. The attack was a direct hit, that sent Flygon careening to the ground. Suddenly, with a flap of it's wings, Flygon rushed into the air just inches from a hard landing, firing multiple blasts of air with its wings down at the two foes. Squirtle squealed as it was thrown backwards like a rag doll, and then another air current swept it up into the air. Flygon struck with its wings while the young Pokemon was in the air multiple times, causing it to plummet to the ground, barely conscious. Combusken dove and caught the weak Squirtle as it blacked out from loss of energy. Placing it in May's arms, Combusken turned back to look at the adversary that easily disposed of its partner. Revenge was all it could think about! "This is for Squirtle," May said, determined. "Combusken Fire Spin!" Combusken complied, and a spiral of fire rushed toward Flygon, who flew down below the attack to avoid it. Combusken simply lowered its head, and the fire moved with it, singing Flygon's back and head and sending it to the ground. It sprung back up, leaping toward Combusken, who was now feeling throbs of pain all over its body due to the poison gas Roselia had showered it with. Combusken was hit hard with a Steel Wing attack, and tumbled back a few feet. Its eyes fluttered as it fought for consciousness. Flygon was coming down toward it for a final attack. "Whoa," Brock said in awe. "They're really going at it. Combusken's done for." "Please get up Combusken," May urged. "Don't let Drew beat us, we can do this!" Combusken's eyes widened as it broke free of the shackles that seemed to be binding it, summoning up a last reserve of power. Dodging out of the way as Flygon flew down, it grabbed one wing and flung it's foe down. Flygon was finished. "What the...?" Drew was surprised. Then he smiled, pleased. "Any rival of mine's got to be harder to beat than that, anyways." Shrugging the loss off, he returned his Pokemon to its Pokeball. May returned Combusken as he did this. "Good battle May," Drew admitted. "Looks like I've got competition after all." "Looks that way," May said, staring him down. The match, she told herself, would have a different result, come tomorrow. -------------------------------- There ya go folks! Another chapster complete! Comments are welcome. :D |
o_o wow nice..the part of when combusken flung flygon down like a bug made me chuckle O_o
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Awesome chapter! Too bad Combusken didn't evolved. Anyway, Continue A.S.A.P!!!!
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Heh. I'd thought about that, but it would've made the whole timeline thing a bit confusing, like when the story took place...
Since this was written before the anime evolution(s) occured. See what I mean? |
Chapter 14: Misty's Fate!
"Misty! Misty, come on!" Ash rushed around the corner after dashing up a flight of stairs. Catching a glimpse of her sparkling red dress, he dashed down the hall after her. After chasing her almost to the end of the hall, he began to notice dark circles on the carpeted floor. "Oh man," Ash said. She's been crying. "Pika," squealed a voice, and the being that accompanied the voice hopped onto Ash's shoulder. "Hey Pikachu!" Ash said cheerfully. "Wanna help me to catch Misty?" "Pika!" said the mouse, giving Ash the 'thumbs up' sign before jumping down to run beside him. Ash turned a corner and followed Misty down another hall. Then another. Finally, she ran up another flight of stairs before stopping in front of a door. Where was she going? "Pikachu!" Ash's Pokemon yelled, pointing to Misty as they caught up. She was entering their room... "Stop!" Ash ran up the stairs and rushed in after Misty. She had opened the double doors leading to the balcony. "Misty, wait! What're you...?" Ash reached the balcony. Misty lifted herself from the balcony. She was jumping...she was going to commit suicide! Ash grabbed her arm, causing her to be thrown back towards the balcony railing. She hung helplessly below Ash and Pikachu, tears flooding her eyes. "Let me go Ash!" Misty sniffled, staring at the pool below her. "Nuh unh! Never!" "I need to do this!" Misty sobbed. "There's no reason for me to be...to be me anymore." "Yeah there is. You've got me." Ash smiled down at her. She looked up into his eyes, frowning. "You always tell me that, but never follow through. If you're embarrassed by the fact that we're a couple, then I guess I'll solve the problem for you. We're over! Now let me go!" Tears streamed down Misty's eyes, her face pale and worn. "No, I love you. I'm not letting you fall!" Misty said nothing, and began to bite Ash's arm. He winced, loosening his grasp. He reached down with his other hand to keep Misty in his grasp. "Stop it! That hurts. No matter how much you squirm, I won't let you go!" Misty sighed, and stopped fighting for a moment. "Listen Misty, I'm sorry for making you feel bad. I was a jerk, and I should accept us being together in public. I promise not to act nervous anymore." "Do you mean that?" Misty looked up at him doubtfully. Ash nodded, smiling down at her. Pikachu climbed onto the balcony railing and smiled at Misty. "You better be telling the truth Ash," Misty warned, before allowing him to pull her up toward him. "I am. Now, just a little further..." Ash grunted, struggling to pull Misty up. Suddenly, his foot got caught in the railing. He fell back, and Misty was sent downward to her death. She yelped just before she began falling to her doom. "Pika-pi!" Pikachu danced around, frightened. Ash cried out in anguish. "Misty NO!" He got to his feet and looked down. Misty was just a short distance from the surface of the water. In moments, she would be gone. The pool was not deep enough for her to manage swimming upward. She would hit the bottom of the pool and die. Somehow, some way, he had to save her. |
0_0 Update and update now before I lose all sense and scream weeks later at you for not updating....
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UPDATE...NOOOOOOOWW...!!!!
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*GASP*...UPDATE ASAP!!! I am bursting with exitement....This Is the best shipping fic i have read in a while...
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