Worthless Fantasy (One-shot; PG-13)
"It was OK to dream every so often… But was it OK to consider your dreams reality? Or even make those dreams seem so real you honestly couldn't believe you were in reality when you woke up? That's what I always pondered. And, I suppose it would be a worthless fantasy, correct?
"Oh, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Gale. I live in the modern-day suburbs, and I'm a hopelessly pathetic manga otaku. Every night, my dreams involve myself involved in a relation with some *gorgeous* guy character from my recent manga obsession. You could call it ecchi, or even explicit, but, that's just how I flow. There are some people who are a lot worse off than I am, so really, don't insult me just for my strange taste.
"My recent obsession, it's called 'Pokemon Special'. The name, 'Pokemon', seems kinda childish, seeing how it's mainly a show for kids, with a whole franchise following it. But the manga, it's much deeper than expected. It has moved me to pieces, and I have decided to do doujinshi regarding it. It's a cruddy attempt, seeing how I can't draw too well. But I can write better than anyone thought I could. So, this is a tale regarding my gorgeous character, Gale, and the love of her life, a somewhat-femme male by the name of Ruby."
It began with love at first sight (I saw him walking the streets of Slateport one day). Then, it turned into a complete and utter disaster in my mind. I was fourteen, he was probably eleven. And although I tried to make him notice me using various techniques, it seemed as if he never even batted his eyes towards me. I cried myself to sleep each night, thinking about his knight-like appearance. He was like the moon, shining in my eyes oh-so-brightly, forcing me to keep staring. That was the kind of effect he had on me. I wanted do to so much with him, but if he could just notice me…
I soon learned his love of contests. Well, I suppose that's a start! He seemed to also hate battling. I liked to battle, but I suppose it was worth a shot to try out contests. My Growlithe, Gardi, and my Vulpix, Roko, were eager to enter. Gardi, I knew, would triumph over the other Pokemon in the Tough contests, while Roko would outshine her opponents in the Beauty contests. I also had an Altaria, named Chiru, and a Noctowl, known as Yoru. Chiru would be good in Cool contests, and Yoru's intelligence could top those in the Smart contests, even an Alakazam's. And, in the midst of it all, some young, naïve trainer gave me a Surskit, which later evolved into a Masquerain. The trainer had called her Ame, which wasn't strange whatsoever. And although Ame had the "Intimidate" ability, seemingly making her fit for Cool contests, her previous form, Surskit, had known quite a few of moves considered "Cute", perfect for Ame to use!
I actually am a bit inexperienced at contests and battling, to be honest. I've only watched battles on television, and I don't even know what the heck contests are like. But, I believe if I see him, it'll all change. My mind is in a daze right now, thinking of how he would react seeing me win all the contests.
Him (in his sweet, knightly voice): Oh, you truly are a gorgeous one aren't you? And your Pokemon, they are the most magnificent of all the Pokemon I've seen! You must be mine!
Me: Yes, my love. I, Gale, will accept your proposal!
Fantasies like this. A bit distorted, but hey, someone like me can dream, can't I? Tomorrow's my first contest, and I best be prepared. It's taking place in Verdanturf. I originally thought Slateport would be the beginning of my winning streak, but it turns out I have to enter in the Verdanturf and Fallarbor contests and win those before entering Slateport's contests.
To my surprise, he was entering all the contests, too! I guess it was his first shot at the Hoenn contests, as I had heard from my sources he was a contest master elsewhere. Entering the stage, Chiru by my side, I noticed he had a wonderfully cool Mightyena. As they announced the names, I finally learned his. Ruby. A name that goes with the trainer himself. He sparkles with as much brilliance as the gem does. And his Mightyena, Nana, a creative name at that. I blushed at the idea of the two of us being together forever, and decided if we became the contest masters of Hoenn, I could be part of his life, and we could call our relation "RibbonMastershipping".
It seemed as if the judges loved how our Pokemon looked, and after we blew them away with our breathtaking combination of moves, this was it. The winner was to be determined. My heart had pounded with such great ferocity. If I won, Ruby would definitely pay attention to me. His voice wasn't as knightly as I thought it would be, but it still had a beautiful pitch, one that belonged to an angel's.
"And… The winner is Ruby, with his Mightyena, Nana!" the judge had announced. I sulked, disappointed that I couldn't appeal to him in the first round. I walked off the stage without another word, not even bothering to wait like the other contestants to see him get his ribbon. I was too depressed to even cheer for him. I had fed my Pokemon the correct Pokeblocks that they needed, and yet… I still lost…
The Beauty contest was yet. I doubted Roko could do any better than Chiru did. Especially if his next Pokemon was extremely beautiful. But, it was worth a try, really. I stepped onto the same stage as before, and there he was again, next to me this time. That could or could not increase chances of him finding me appealing, but it didn't matter right now.
His Feebas, Mimi, completely lost in the first round. But in the second round, she put the crowd in awe with her spectacular moves. When the judge announced the places, I thought I would've had a chance again. But no, Mimi did a much better job. I had failed again.
I can't say much for the other contests, only I lost all of those, too. I couldn't even appeal to him one bit. Nearly in rock bottom, I sat down quietly on one of the benches outside. The wind blew right through me, as if I were a ghost-like figure. I could sense someone sit down right next to me, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered right now.
"Hey, you were in all five contests, right?" That voice. It was coming from my right side, where someone had sat down. I slowly looked up, and he was there, a smile as bright as the sun itself right on his face. I nodded silently, then looked down again. I felt a hand touch my shoulder, and then he was there. Right next to me. As close as he could get.
"Aw, don't act that way. You did a pretty good job, but I guess you're new to this?" It was if a bullet had gone straight through my chest. He had been able to figure it out. I wanted to cry, but at the same time, ruining the moment would be the end for me.
"Anyways, I'm just glad there's someone else out there who appreciates the beauty of contests and only contests. Battles are for barbarians," he stated boldly, still gazing at me with a content expression. "I could just tell you were meant for contests. Especially with all your magnificent Pokemon!" He turned my head so it faced his deep, beautiful gaze, and I could feel my face turning a crimson red. He smiled at me, and leaned in towards me. I could feel his cold lips touch mine, and immediately, I was in heaven.
But it hadn't even begun yet. I found myself in a hotel, sharing a room with him. This is it, I thought. Tonight, I live! Waiting patiently for my knight in sparkling armor to appear, I began undressing. As I took my shirt off, he came out of the bathroom where he had just showered. All that covered him was a single towel. His hairstyle was a bit strange, but nonetheless it made him look even more beautiful. A small scar ran above his left eye, but that didn't matter. He walked towards me slowly but swiftly, and pushed me onto the bed. And so it began…
"That was how part of my story went. It isn't for those who are under 13. I would dream about this story in my sleep, and every single segment, it seemed so…real. But, in my opinion, it was nothing but a misguided fantasy. No, even worse than that. A worthless fantasy. Just like the rest of them.
"Ruby would never be real, and I would probably never meet a man like him. Nobody would ever live up to my strict standards, and even if they did, they just wouldn't be…Ruby. But my brother, Colin, always told me that my feelings may change eventually, and I'll lose my manga otaku status. I don't think I will lose it yet, but it may happen eventually.
"And thus ends my sad, sad tale. I hope you paid attention to it, as it would put me in a state of depression if you had ignored everything. Life can sometimes be a worthless fantasy, no matter how you look at it…"