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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.
