Hey, everybody! This fic should never raise above the level of PG-13, for possible adult themes, maybe crude humor, and definately intense action sequences. Anyway, this is set three years after the events of "Home is Where the Start is". And, in case you hadn't guessed yet, I don't own Pokemon, the Pokemon logo, any related character names, or any of the locations - Nintendo does. So...
Ash - 17yrs.
May - 15yrs.
Brock - 20yrs.
Max - 13yrs.
Misty - 18yrs.
Tracey - 19yrs.
Gary - 17yrs.
Dawn - 13yrs.
Please forgive me if I contradict some minor storyline details, I'll blame it on "Author's License" .
EDIT: I'm now going to post links to the chapters, if you don't feel like trudging through reviews. (Even though I recommend it.)
Chapter 1 - Coming to a Close
Chapter 2 - Conclusions
Chapter 3 - The Telephone Game
Chapter 4 - It's... Dinner Time!
Chapter 5 - A Slight KISSunderstanding
Chapter 6 - Pokemon Trainers and the Prince of the Sea
Chapter 7 - Prophecies, and a New Day
Chapter 8 - A Hero Revealed
Chapter 9 - Kitchen Chemistry
Chapter 10 - Friendly Competition
Chapter 11 - Turning Point
Chapter 12 - Man in Black
Chapter 13 - The Prophecy Extended
Capter 14 - A Fight Scene!
Chapter 15 - The Deal
EDIT: I have here the ultimate PM List. Every time someone asks, I will post their name here, snd I will PM them when the next chapter is up.
It's now time for what you clicked that darn link for in the first place - the Advancedshipping. (And yes, I know my fic name abbreviates to LoL.)
League of Legends - By Lord Zant
Ash Ketchum strode into the grand hall of the Johto League Silver Conference, lost in thought. He wore a blue vest with yellow trim and white sleeves. Under the vest he wore a plain black tee-shirt. On his head he wore a red hat with a white front. Emblazoned across the white front was what looked like a large green version of the letter “C”. His baggy blue jeans were held up by a belt that held five Pokeballs. On his back, he wore a large green backpack. Standing on this backpack was his best friend – an electric mouse Pokemon named Pikachu. He recalled what had occurred the last time he had resided here. He had finally beaten Gary. That was as far as he would go that time, for he was promptly defeated by a boy named Harrison and his starter Pokemon, Blaziken.
Blaziken. The name sent tremors of sadness running through his body, as did anything even remotely connected with that girl that had made his life a miserable mess. He lived a ghost life now, his only solace found in battling. For there, all the problems of the physical world were left behind, all giving way to a fair conflict between two individuals and their partners.
The Mouse, sensing its trainer’s unhappiness, tried to divert his friend’s thoughts to something else. He squeaked, he shocked, and he even went as far as to bite the boy’s ear. Still the trainer wandered toward his prep room, his thoughts still lurking in dark memories. After passing a boy holding a Bulbasaur and a Squirtle, Ash could take it no longer. His internal guilt reached dangerous levels. He ran ahead into the preparation room, going so fast that Pikachu fell off his pack. He didn’t even turn back. He hunched into a corner and began crying silently. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old looking, dirty ribbon. Actually, it was only half a ribbon. But what it stood for had meant the world to him. And it still did.
Ash emerged from his corner only when a knock was heard. He opened the door to the room. Standing outside was a referee wearing a vertically striped, black and white jersey. He had a flag tucked under each arm. He had a whistle around his neck.
The man spoke with an air of having done so many times that weekend. “Referee Five here, reporting to trainer number… 12, correct?” all this had been said without looking up, on the ref’s part, for he had been looking at his schedule. He looked up. Tears were running down the seventeen-year-old’s face. The ref’s face displayed only mild surprise, and he launched into some prepared speech with the goal of building “Trainer 12’s” confidence at being in front of so many people.
Ash paid no attention at all during the entire speech, though he nodded when he heard the babbling cease, at least momentarily. His thoughts were elsewhere, with a blue haired girl that wore pink and white, for he knew she was competing in a Grand Festival in Kanto that very same day. His thoughts inadvertently turned to another female coordinator, albeit one that held a much more important place in his heart. His thoughts on this subject were brief, thankfully, for the referee finished talking at last.
Ash, looking up, said, “I’m ready.”
The ref turned and motioned for Ash to follow. He led Ash onto a field, and pointed him towards the trainer’s box. Yeah, like I really need to know where it is, what with being a finalist. A rather grumpy Ash thought to himself. He took his place on the field, and was already holding his Pokeball when his opponent stepped out.
The boy wore a bright green hat over his dark aqua hair, which was styled long enough to be considered “seriously cool” by most. His torso was covered by a bright red tee shirt that had a Pokeball emblazoned across the front, and his legs were covered by a pair of baggy blue jeans. He wore no glasses, and he kept his Pokeballs on a pair of bracelets. He pulled a sphere off, and assumed a waiting stance. The screen lit up with the trainer’s details, and they both dropped their Pokeballs in surprise. The boy was Max. Ash hastily retrieved his Pokeball, and, avoiding Max’s glance, pulled his hat down to obscure his face. He didn’t want to see anything that reminded him of HER.
“Go Skarmory!” Max called, lobbing his chosen Pokeball into the air.
“Go for it, Totodile!” Ash yelled, as he propelled his Pokeball into the stadium.
The two Pokemon stared each other down for a time, as their trainers prepared for the fight. Ash’s patience ebbed away first.
“Totodile, let’s start this off with a Water Gun!” The small blue alligator fired a strong burst of water from its jaws, and then it did a little dance.
Max smirked. “Skarmory, dodge and pound him with steel wing!” The Armored bird Pokemon swerved out of the way of the jet of water, then flew towards the crocodile, wings glowing. Totodile, who was still dancing around, got caught off guard. He took full blast of the attack before Ash could issue a command. “Attack with Aerial Ace, Skarmory, let’s finish him up quick!” Max called.
“Totodile, let it come close, then jump on its back!” Right as the Steel Flying Pokemon was about to make contact, the crocodile flipped into the air and landed on top of it. Totodile was barely hanging on, so it acted on instinct and blasted the bird in the back of the head with its Water Gun.
“Skarmory!” Max yelled helplessly. The armored Pokemon lost its orientation, and as Totodile jumped off its back, it splattered against the stadium wall. It fell to the ground, only to be hit once again by Totodile’s water gun. It struggled to get up, but failed. Totodile struck a heroic pose, and then jumped around proudly.
“Return!” Max called, holding up the bird’s Pokeball. He thought for a second, then sent out – “Ivysaur!”
Ash flinched for a second, that Ivysaur had a familiar looking pattern on its forehead… No time to think about that right now. He told himself. Win first, ask questions later. “Go Totodile, use Skull Bash!”
“Block with Body Slam!” Max yelled to his Pokemon. The two collided in the middle of the field, but Totodile was knocked onto its back, for it was lighter. Ash waited to see if Totodile was okay. In the meantime, Max issued a disturbing command. “Ivysaur, use Frenzy Plant!” Thick vines grew from the ground and wrapped around Totodile. They threw him against the stadium wall. He didn’t get up.
Ash called his Pokemon back, and then sent out his trump card. “Charizard, I choose you!” he bellowed, hurling his sphere into the air. The large winged lizard materialized in front of the bulb bearing dinosaur.
Max, panicking, called out to his Pokemon, “Try and use Frenzy Plant one more time!” Ivysaur screamed with the effort, and, after slamming his leg on the stadium floor, multiple tens of vines shot out of the ground. They began to rip at Charizard, but he took little damage. Ivysaur dropped to its knees from the effort.
“Charizard, Finish it with Blast Burn!” An immensely powerful ball of fire shot from the lizard’s mouth, heading straight for the grass type. The field was ripped to shreds, with pieces of cement lying everywhere. (Not to mention the charred Ivysaur.) Max called his beaten Pokemon back, then with a gleam in his eyes, he sent out his starter – “GALLADE!”
“He’s not gonna last long with a type disadvantage, Max.” Ash said. “Take him down with wing attack, Charizard!”
Max remained unfazed. “Throw some of this convenient cement at him with Psychic!” Charizard howled as the cement threw his aim, sending him careening into the ground. “Start charging a Focus Punch, Gallade!” Max called. The Pokemon began charging its attack as it walked casually towards Charizard.
“Charizard!” Ash yelled, “Get out of the way!” The lizard wasn’t quick enough, however, and the punch hit. Charizard bellowed in pain, and then began glowing an evil red color. Yeah! Ash yelled. Its Blaze effect is kicking in! “This isn’t over yet, Max. It hasn’t even begun.”
A girl named May paced speedily back and forth, barely keeping her tears back. In her hand she clutched half of a grubby old ribbon. In her heart, she clutched a terrible grief. She blamed herself as the reason that she only had the symbol, and not its meaning. As she walked, the loose ends of her knotted green bandana bobbed behind her. Her hair also bounced around, but it always returned to the original style when she came to a stop. Her tears were now falling down her tight, white lined, sleeveless red zip – up blouse and dribbling down onto her red mini skirt and navy blue shorts.
She had entered the Kanto Grand festival once again, and the memories ripped at her soul. This hall hurt more then anything so far, for all of it screamed one name.
She missed him a lot. It’s my fault for driving him away in the first place. He hadn’t been doing anything wrong, and I yelled and screamed at him. Because of this, they had been out of touch for three years, both greatly wanting the others company, but neither knowing the other’s wishes.
This hall was by far the most powerful psychological torture yet – for here Ash had supported her, here Ash had provided consolation; here Ash had backed her up and given her encouragement. Finally May could hold it back no longer. Tears began streaming down her face as she mentally reviewed her time with him.
I just wish he were here now…and that all of this could just be forgotten, she whimpered to herself.
Seeing the clock, she decided not to give in to instinct and sink to the floor in tears. It was time to battle, and she was going to win, for Ash. Maybe then he would forgive her for what she said to him. Heck, if I win, I’ll call him. But that’s a big If. Ash would have backed her up right about then, if he had been there.
She struggled to regain her composure, so that her Pokemon wouldn’t sense her weakness. That wouldn’t be good. Then she’d lose for sure. She straightened her clothes, then stepped out into the loud stadium. She was greeted by cheers from all sides. She wasn’t that surprised, though. This was the battle round of the final match of the Johto Grand Festival, after all.
Then her opponent stepped out. She was a blue haired girl, with an ornate pink dress that went down to her ankles. She had pink high heels on her feet, and a white poke-hat on her head. Their names appeared on the screen. Dawn, from Twinleaf. That was her name. Then she remembered something Misty had told her, the last time they talked, about two years from then.
This girl had traveled with Ash through the Sinnoh region. This thought sent fresh waves of pain through her mind. As she struggled to get control, Dawn sent out an imposing Empoleon. It looked like a rather large penguin. It had a golden trident on its head, and a yellow ridge running down its cream colored underbelly. Everything else was a dark navy blue, except for its yellow talons.
“Go! Blaziken!” May called. Her large Humanoid Pokemon looked like a human, but flaming at the wrists and feet, with a chicken head and wicked claws. It had two large “ponytails” sticking out of the back of its head, but not as long as male Pokemon of the same species. “Start off with a Blaze Kick!” She was upset, and Blaziken sensed it. Her Pokemon missed the target completely, and smashed into a wall. She lost points. Her wandering mind slowly drifted to her brother as the commentator made an offhand remark about her poor move choice…
Dawn was confused. She knew she had heard of her opponent from somewhere, but she just couldn’t remember. May…Petalburg…Blaziken…Ash? Is this THE May? The May that he thought about so often? The one that haunts his every waking moment? He really misses her… Maybe, I can bring ‘em together? Then a method revealed itself, and all based around an invitation neither could refuse – food. Right after the ceremony, I’ll invite her… to dinner.
“Use gust attack, Charizard!” Ash called. The attack swept across the stadium, not only landing a super effective strike, but also blowing large chunks of cement at the poor psychic Pokemon. Finally, Gallade was knocked over, and Charizard stopped its assault. “Flamethrower!” Ash called, hoping to finish it quickly.
“Oh no you don’t, use Psybeam, Gallade!” Max ordered. The two attacks ricocheted off of each other and did further damage to the poor field. The haze that resulted from the two attacks cloaked the stadium. When the fog was thin enough to barely see, Ash and Charizard both realized that they had a major problem on their hands. Gallade was gone, and his picture hadn’t darkened on the scoreboard.
Then, from nowhere, Gallade leapt from its hiding place and slammed the back of Charizard’s head with its Focus Punch. The great lizard collapsed at last, exhausted.
“Come on back buddy, you did awesome.” Ash said, holding out his Charizard’s Pokeball. “Time to finish that Gallade once and for all!” Ash said to himself. Pikachu leapt off of Ash’s shoulder, only for Ash to grab it by the tail. It shocked him out of reflex. After the paramedics left, Ash explained why he had held Pikachu back. “I want to save you for later, buddy. He’s gonna have a water Pokemon, I can feel it. Then you can go, and I won’t take you out ‘til your down, ‘k?” Pikachu nodded reluctantly. “Now, Go, Sceptile!” Ash yelled, as he bombarded the field with his third Pokeball. “Use Leaf Blade!” The gecko’s arm leaves started to glow a brilliant green as it leapt at the Blade Pokemon.
“Oh no you don’t!” Max crowed. “Block it with Psycho Cut!” The two Pokemons’ blades clashed against each other, neither having an advantage. They started fighting with amazing ability, to the point where Ash and Max stopped giving commands, and just watched, dumbstruck.
Come ON May! Pull yourself together! What would Ash say? She tensed up at this thought, and realized that Ash would tell her to get a grip. Besides, I promised myself that I would only call him if I win. And I wanna talk to him soooooo bad. She began calming down, and began to issue commands again. There was only one minute left on the scoreboard, so she would have to work fast. There was no way she could win by points if both Pokemon were left standing, so she launched into a plan. “Blaziken, use your Thunderpunch attack!” she yelled. The Pokemon’s fist began to glow and spark as the Penguin drew closer.
“Empoleon!” Dawn called, looking for a deflection method, “Use Metal Claw!” The commentator actually laughed at this, as Dawn lost an amount of points that was later put in the “Glalie’s Book of World Records”. May smirked as her Blaziken slammed its fist into the Empoleon’s gleaming claw, sending electricity shooting through the metal, and all through the penguin’s body. The Pokemon fell to the ground, still sizzling.
“Alright Blaziken!” May yelled, in control at last. “No mercy, use Thunderpunch one last time!” As he Pokemon rushed towards the water type, Dawn issued one last desperate command –
*Sticks out tongue* End of CHAPTER ONE – Next should be up in about a week and a half, unless otherwise noted by me.