"Elesa was real tough, huh, Oshawott?" said Hilbert. "Guess we'll just have to train real hard and try again!" Oshawott jumped for joy. He was always excited to train, but this was special. Hilbert figured he wanted to prove himself to that tough Zebstrika. Oshawott was indeed angry about his loss, but that wasn't all.
In the midst of battle, Oshawott had picked the worst time to take a liking to one of the leader's Emolgas. He was so lost in romantic thought that he got hit by an intense Volt Switch, meaning he not only took damage, but never got to see his love again. Zebstrika finished him off, but that Volt Switch was the kicker.
So yes, Oshawott wanted to try again. So he could see Emolga. Even if it was a lethal attraction.
Love dem reviews!
I don't use "uber" Pokemon (because they're banned), I don't calculate stat values (the simulator does it for me), I don't use cheating devices (because I hardly ever play the actual game), I don't breed my way to perfection (because I use a simulator), and I do care about natures. I battle the most efficient way, so I can use my strategic skills to the fullest. I don't look down on others because of the way they play Pokemon, which non-competitive people seem to actually do more often. If you use this philosophy, copy & paste this into your signature. (Started by DittoDude.)
Title: Finally, A Chance?
Pairing: Whatever Cilan/Hilda is called.
She couldn't fathom how she got into this situation. In her career of being a full-time Pokemon trainer, she never imagined she'd have to get a part-time job to accommodate for her newly bought apartment in Striaton City. Worst yet, the only job available was that of a waitress in the city's Gym, which also served as probably the most popular restaurant in the Unova region.
What's so bad about that? Well, considering she's harbored a small crush on the Gym's green-topped Leader, it was certainly overwhelming whenever he sent her a lovely smile every morning when she walked into the crowded establishment. Adding to that, the pressure of having a legion of fangirls glaring at your back didn't feel equally as good.
"My God, finally! My shift is over!" said Hilda after a particularly difficult hour of taking orders from costumers. It was night fall, and the last of the diners were making their way out after a satisfying meal. She worked her fingers on the knot of the apron, and found herself getting more and more frustrated with its complication. She was startled when she felt another pair of hands starting to work on it instead and corked her head sideways, peering at her savior.
"Don't worry; I'll untie it for you," Cilan assured her, concentrating on the difficult task. Her mind reeled and her heart beat sped up at their closeness.
"Ah, s-sure..." She blushed as his arms slipped past her waist to remove the apron and moved up and above her head, fully removing the white piece of cloth. She turned around and retrieved it from him, looking away from his emerald eyes. He gently placed his thumb and forefinger on her chin and slowly tilted her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Hilda, I... I-"
"Man, today was ROUGH!" Chili burst in, a bottle of unopened wine in one hand. "Who wants to-"
Chili stopped when he noticed the two teens standing close together, both blushing furiously; one glaring at him with deadly intent and the other demurely keeping her eyes on the floor. Cress appeared beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Dude, you gotta stop ruining all the good moments."
Last edited by Yuppirox; 22nd June 2011 at 5:07 AM.
Title: The Day's Poisons
Pairing: RottenEggSneakerShipping (James/Weezing)
Notes: Dared by Draco Malfoy.
It had all started with the gentle mixing of poisons. The lab deep underground in Team Rocket Headquarters had an abundant supply of those. Teamed up with an old friend who he thought he’d never see again and with the benefit of a rich boy’s education… well, lab work had seemed the ideal after James’s time in the field was up.
“Weezing, use Smog,” he said—not an order, but a request.
“Weez!” Weezing responded, oozing thick plumes of sulfuric smoke into the containment chamber.
James played with the control panel, his gloved hands squeaking noisily along with his fellow workers—mad scientists, he had to admit. But James wasn’t one of them. Not mad… just trying to get by.
When the pressure levels were just right the clouds of toxins turned to rain, collecting in the bottom of the chamber and then sliding through the reinforced tubing to a vial below. When all the liquid had run into the vial, James detached it from the tubes and hastily stopped it shut, glad of his breathing mask all the same. He wrote a number on it and put it on the shelf with the rest of the day’s poisons.
He didn’t know what they were used for, but he shuddered to think of it. Team Rocket had changed since the merry days of Kanto where he, Jessie, Weezing, Arbok, and Meowth had meandered about with the idea of stealing Pokemon and causing a general havoc. But back then… those were days of smoke bombs and disguises. The only thing they’d ever hurt in others was their feelings. Now… well, the poisons were piling up. They were made down in the lab by scientists, or those with an expertise in poison-types that were no longer fit for field work. If Jessie had still been around she’d probably have been down there too, charming the venom out of snakes. But that was… another story.
James didn’t care, or at least told himself frequently that he didn’t. Team Rocket had been his family for too long for him to start questioning the collateral damage now. None of it mattered so long as he could stay with his old friend, the last he had left.
“Come on, Weezing,” he said, taking off his gas mask. “That should be enough for today.”
Title: Even Better Chef
"Dinnertime, everyone!" called out Cilan. He had made one of his finest creations yet, a fruit souffle that was all sorts of crispy. To go with it, he had prepared a fruit drink of his own invention, one that combined the juices of Oran, Pecha, and Iapapa berries, crafting a marvelous sweet and sour taste.
"Man, Cilan, you're almost as good a chef as Brock!" exclaimed Ash through a mouthful of food.
"Wait, who's Brock? You never told us about him." inquired Iris, with a puzzled look on her face.
"Oh, I never told you about Brock? He was the gym leader of Pewter City in Kanto, but after I beat him, we traveled together and he practiced Pokemon breeding. He was right there at the Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh Leagues. Then after the Sinnoh league, he went home to become a Pokemon Doctor."
"Wow!" cried Iris. "Cooking, battling, breeding, and medicine? This is one talented friend of yours, Ash! I wanna meet this guy!" Secretly she was thinking, I bet he's cute.
I don't use "uber" Pokemon (because they're banned), I don't calculate stat values (the simulator does it for me), I don't use cheating devices (because I hardly ever play the actual game), I don't breed my way to perfection (because I use a simulator), and I do care about natures. I battle the most efficient way, so I can use my strategic skills to the fullest. I don't look down on others because of the way they play Pokemon, which non-competitive people seem to actually do more often. If you use this philosophy, copy & paste this into your signature. (Started by DittoDude.)
Title: Don't you ever change
Note: Dare for Skyiomi
Even though Dawn hate that ever time she woke up from her
sleep,She always had bed head.
"Maybe I should cut my hair a bit" She said to Piplup. Piplup looked at her clueless.It had been a while since her last hair
cut and feared that Ash and Brock will laugh at her if she cut
her hair. "Maybe it is for the best" Little that she knew,Ash overheard everything while carrying two buckets of water.
'Dawn thinking of cutting her hair,She looks cute with her long
blue hair' Ash blushed to his own thought. 'Maybe I should talk her out of it' Dawn sat at the bank of the long river. She saw Ash walking out of those bushes by the water.
"Hey Ash!" She happily said to him but he wasn't fooled.
"Dawn there is something I need to tell you." Ash said and Dawn frowled
"What is it?" She asked.
"I know that you want to cut your hair. Why you want to do something like that?" Dawn frowled deeply.
"Ash I need to do this." Ash grabbed her shoulders.
"You don't have to do this Dawn." Dawn turned way from him.
"I'm tired of this long hair. Maybe it is for the best."Ash's expression changed and turned into a caring tone.
"Don't you ever change. Dawn I love your hair the way it is.You're the most Beautiful girl I ever know and if you change I won't live with myself" Dawn saw the care that Ash showed in his eyes. " Dawn you're one of my best friends Promise me one thing."
"Sure Ash what is it?" Dawn said. Ash leaned in and kissed her cheek.
"Dont ever change Dawn." Ash smiled at her with love and kindness. Dawn blushed at his statement.
Last edited by JetshipperKekkaishi; 6th July 2011 at 3:33 AM.
Title: A Tsundere's Revenge!
Note: Dare. Also, it's kinda one-sided on Burgundy's part. My bad. >>;
Oh, I did it again.
The trainer kept on insisting that he and his Pokemon were the best of friends, when obviously they had a horrible partnership! I mean, SURELY he can tell that when a Pokemon licks your face, it is not a sign of affection, but a message that it wants to leave your team! How stupid is this kid?
Wait a minute. I'm getting some serious déjŕ vu here...
"Why Burgundy! What a surprise to see you here!"
I froze. Slowly I twisted my body in the direction of the voice, and who did I see? FREAKIN' CILAN! ...and his weird friends.
"Oh no, not you again," I grumbled. You have to be kidding me. I know I'm not the best connaisseuse around, but why did he have to come exactly as I was evaluating this kid's Pokemon?
"Hey, don't ignore me, you fake!" the boy accused while holding his equally accusing Lillipup. The Pokemon barked in agreement, and with turn of the head and a 'hmph' from its trainer, they walked away, leaving me with this annoying group. Brat.
"Burgundy, where you evaluating a trainer and his Pokemon wrongly again?" he asked with a stern look. I blushed a bit, embarrassed that he saw me fail at seeing the bond between the boy and his Lillipup again. Every time he points out my flaws, I just feel ten times worse, especially with his glowing smiles and no worries look. He always acts nice, but I bet he laughs at me when my back is turned.
"W-What do you care! It's none of your business anyway! I just messed up a little, is all." I grabbed my traveling gear and started walking away, when his next sentence sent my blood rushing to my cheeks.
"Well, I can't wait to see you again. I hope for you to reach your goal of becoming an S Rank connaisseuse." He smiled at me that warm smile that gave me this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach. I liked it, but it despised me at the same time. Huh.
"ARGH, fine, whatever! Next time I see you, I'll beat you for sure! DON'T YOU FORGET IT!" Stupid stupid stupid! Why did I say that? I probably sounded like an idiotic wannabe rival who has nothing better to do than think of Cilan and his charming smile all day! Wait, what?
"Don't worry, I won't forget." Smile.
I don't think it's healthy for my face to burn this much.
Last edited by Yuppirox; 7th July 2011 at 2:23 AM.
Title: Aquarium Glass
Pairing: OrangeShipping (Tracey/Misty)
Note: Dare from ~SkyHigh~.
There was nothing but soft sounds now. The water was lapping gently on the surface of the pool far above, there was a low rumble as Gyarados rolled over majestically in his sleep, and of course, the whisper of the glass cleaner spraying from its container and misting on the edge of the aquarium. A mild squeak joined the hush as Tracey rubbed a rag over the rain the cleaner had left behind.
The gym wasn’t the way it was during the day—a bunch of people shouting happily in the echoing pool-space, Pokemon splashing about and doing flips to entertain the crowd, and of course Misty and her sisters discussing/arguing over how the place should be run.
It was even quieter now than it had been before after Daisy, Lily and Violet had left. Misty had been there then, practicing for their next underwater ballet with Tracey as her only audience. Her willowy hair extensions had been in place, as had her tail. It was hard, she said, to swim with that thing, but she always managed to make it look so graceful.
Yes, rehearsal had gone off without a hitch. She’d done her swimming routine with ease. Tracey had applauded from the lower-deck where he could see the entire undersea scene. Misty must have appreciated the vote of confidence—her sisters had been making almost daily withdrawals from her self-esteem bank. Tracey could see why. What could a person possibly have to complain about Misty?
She’d swum over to him, touched the glass from the other side and just looked at him. A fellow feeling coursed through them in the half-lit abandoned aquarium—a peace. He put his hand over hers, separated by the sheet of glass keeping the water in. She’d smiled such a warm smile, and then they both leaned in and…
Well, she was gone now. Slightly embarrassed and with the excuse that she needed to wash the chlorine out of her hair. They’d see each other tomorrow and, for all the awkwardness between the two of them, that was a happy thought.
Tracey had been left with the spray bottle of Fantastik and a rag. He wiped away at the glass vigorously. Because neither he nor Misty wanted to have to explain to her sisters the next day why there were lip marks on the aquarium glass.
Title: Not Really Much of a Telephone Guy
Pairing: QuestShipping (Jimmy/Marina)
Note: Dare from ~SkyHigh~.
Jimmy scanned the contents of the vending machine. There were always only three options: Fresh Water, Lemonade, and Soda Pop. There weren’t even varieties of soda pop. It was just… generic soda pop. Was it really too much to ask for a Cherry Dr. Pepper?
He dropped in his change to get some Fresh Water. After all, he was trying to set a good example for Typhlosion and the others by staying healthy. He was pretty sure Marina wouldn’t want that though. She had a notorious sweet tooth.
“Hey, Marina,” he said, turning back to see her hunched over on the bench tapping away at some little device. “Do you want—”
“2BZ4UQT,” she responded nonsensically. “Could you wait a sec, sweetie-pie?”
“Uh…” Jimmy blinked. “What?”
Marina triumphantly pressed a key. “There!” she said. “All done. I was just responding to a fan question.”
Jimmy rolled his eyes. Best not even question Marina’s supposed fan-base. “What is that thing anyway?”
“You like it?” Marina said gleefully, holding up the device to her face. “It’s my new Silph Phone. It can do everything! I’ve got a ton of shopping apps on it, and a musical program, and a daily fashion fails news feed! It’s amazing!” She looked at him speculatively. “Hey, do you want to be a guest in my podcast this afternoon?”
“Uh… no thanks,” Jimmy said, though he wasn’t entirely certain what he was denying.
“So,” Marina said, doing her usual work of somehow speeding over to him and leaning in close before he could react, “what’s your phone look like?”
“…What does it matter?” Jimmy asked, blushing and leaning backwards slightly to regain some personal space.
“C’mon, Jimmy, just let me see!”
Jimmy sighed and fished out his phone from his pocket.
Marina shot backwards and nearly screamed, then in an instant ran forward and was in his face again. “Oh my goodness! Does that have a cord on it? It honestly looks like it should have a cord on it and a rotary dial! How old is that thing?”
Jimmy shrugged. “About… six years, I think.”
Marina narrowly avoided having a heart-attack, looked at him sternly, grabbed him by the wrist and led him forcefully down the road.
“Hey, what’re you doing? Where are we going?” Jimmy asked, struggling only slightly against her grip.
“To Goldenrod to get you a real phone,” Marina said decisively.
“What? But I already have a telephone. I don’t need another one.”
“Trust me, darling,” Marina said, “you’ll thank me for this later.”
Title: The Same Side
Pairing: FortuneShipping (Lucas/Dawn)
Note: Dare from Espeon 114x.
“Hey Lucas,” Dawn said, her fingers laced together and cradling her knitted cap as she stared up into the sky while the two walked slowly along.
“What is it?” Lucas asked, turning slightly.
“I’ve just been thinking…” Dawn said, withdrawing from her daydream. “How come you and me never battle?”
Lucas’s step faltered a little. “Why would we battle?” he asked. “We’re friends.” He paused, doubt creeping into his mind. “Aren’t we?”
“Of course we are,” Dawn said, breaking away from her staring contest with the sky to give him a soulful look. “But that’s no reason we can’t battle. I mean, I’ve battled with Barry dozens of times and we’re friends.”
“Oh yes,” Lucas said, mostly to himself as he shuffled uncomfortable. “Him.”
Dawn sighed and looked at her boots, more suited for the snowy weather of her home than for the dew-glazed grass they were striding through. Her boots were just one sign of how far she’d come. “You taught me so much when I was just starting out,” she said softly. “About how to catch Pokemon, how to take care of them, just… how to get along out in this world by myself.” She gave him a worried look. “Don’t you think it’s weird that we’ve never battled?”
Lucas squirmed. Her wide-eyed look usually had that effect on him. “Well…” he tried, “I guess I’d feel a little weird if we did battle.”
“Why?” Dawn asked, a pinprick of hurt in her eyes.
“I guess it’s because…” Lucas struggled, “because you and I…”
“Yes?” Dawn urged him on.
“Well… we belong on the same side, is all,” Lucas finished as best he could.
Dawn was silent for a moment, the clomp of her boots on the wet ground was all that could be heard. Then she turned to him, gave him a smile and said: “You’re right!”
Title: Hard to Get
Pairing: Ash's Oshawott/Ash's Snivy (ShellPWNageShipping)
Note: Dare from DittoDude63.
It was another perfect, sunny Unova day and Ash and company had stopped for lunch and a brief afternoon nap (evoking the comment from Iris that Ash was ‘such a child!’ that is until Cilan mentioned that he was feeling tired to at which point she did a heel face turn and claimed that she was tired too… that in fact an afternoon nap had been her idea all along). While the humans dozed under the ever-puffy clouds, Ash’s Pokemon scampered around and stretched their legs after their Poke ball confinement.
Oshawott had his eyes on Snivy who, unlike Ash’s other Pokemon who were chasing each other’s tails and rolling around on the ground, was sitting meditatively on a rock, contemplating things that only other aloof Grass Pokemon could understand.
“Osha?” Oshawott tried, approaching Snivy with an open and rather vulnerable smile.
Snivy didn’t even need to look at him. She turned her face to the side with a “Vee!” And just like that he was switched off.
Rejection boiled Oshawott’s watery heart, but his can-do spirit wouldn’t let him leave it there. He slumped off, but was back a few minutes later with a dandelion clamped between his teeth. “Oshawott!” he declared, presenting the yellow flower to Snivy.
“Vee!” Snivy said, turning away once more. She wasn’t about to accept a weed.
Oshawott took this second rejection in stride. He scamped away once more, but this time returned with a more attractive purple flower that smelled like a trippy perfume commercial. “Osha?” he tried.
There was slightly more hesitation this time, but sure enough it was followed by a haughty “Vee!” and a turn of the head from Snivy.
Oshawott stood there for a moment, letting the weight of this third rejection pull him beneath the surface for a minute. He slumped off, approached Ash’s backpack, rummaged through it, and finally found the boy’s wallet.
“Osha!” he said determinedly.
A bus ride into the city, a difficult negotiation session with a florist, and a bus ride back to the meadow later and Oshawott had returned, this time grasping a bouquet of a dozen long-stemmed roses that was bigger than he was.
“Osha? Oshawott?” he tried tentatively, talking around the rose stems.
For the first time, Snivy actually opened one eye and deigned to look at him. She glanced at the flowers speculatively for a moment, as though thinking the matter over before finally reaching her conclusion.
“Vee!” she flounced, turning away from him once more.
Oshawott’s shoulders slumped as he dropped the roses. He treaded away slowly as the rainclouds opened up over his head. He would have to develop a new plan.
When he was gone Snivy gave a small smile. Courting isn’t for sissies, and playing hard to get was the only way to find a worthy Pokemon trainer, friend… or love.
Iris walks back home carrying bags of grocery in her left hand as she opens the door with her right. She opens the door with a bright smile.
"Hey Dento! I'm ho-
Bags of grocery fell to the floor. Iris looks in utter shock.
The living room was decorated with beautiful vases, filled with red roses. Dozens of heart-shaped, red and pink balloons were tied to the wall plants, had IrisxDent printed on them. Next to the living room was the dining room, which was decorated with a beautiful linen cloth covered with rose petals and a hot, gorgeous meal on top with lit candles and a wine bottle of grape juice in a bucket of ice with two wine glasses.
Iris walks over the the dining table, just marveling over the food. The next thing she new, she felt a pair of arms wrapped around her tightly, and heard a whisper in her ear.
"Happy Anniversary dearest."
Iris turned around to see her favorite green haired gentleman. He looked at her with deep, reflecting eyes staring into her soul and making her weak in the knees.
"You did all of this for me, Dento?" Iris asked, smiling almost in tears.
"Yes, and this too." Dento reached into his pocket and pulled out something with his hand. Iris gasped and covered her mouth as Dento opened a small black box, holding a beautiful 24 karat gold ring. He took her left hand and bent down in one knee. He couldn't hold this in any longer.
"Iris. Will you make me the happiest man in the world, and be my wife?"
Iris could no longer hold back the tears that were already formed in her eyes. She did not anticipate any of this to happen. She wondered why he made her run all these errands, but now she knows. She gently grips his hand and wipes the tears from her eyes, her heart still racing.
"Yes." she nodded. It was only a whisper, but Dento couldn't hold back his excitement.
"Really? You mean it Iris?" Dento asked, with a thrilled tone.
"Yes Dento, I do. I will." Iris smiled, knowing she could no longer say anything else at that moment. Dento took the ring from the box, and gently placed it on her third, left finger. They embraced each other, but Iris noticed something.
"This ring looks different from other wedding rings I've seen before." Iris noticed that the gem on the ring was deep blue. Dento smiled as he let Iris go.
"That gem has the same color as an Iris flower. The blue iris symbolizes hope and faith. I thought it suits you very well."
Iris smiles at the ring, and looks up at Dento. He placed his hands gently on her cheeks, wiping away the strains of tears from her eyes with his thumbs. They just looked at each other in admiration and sealed this beautiful night with a soft, tender kiss.
The end! :3
_____________________________ AN: I would've made the gem stone purple, but it would've symbolized wisdom and compliments :P which sorta wouldn't fit in this case. This is my first drabble, so if I'm breaking any rules here, please let me know. I've read the rules and everything, but it's hard to understand some of it :S
Credit to Skyomi :PYou rock, xxGlassRose!
With special thanks and credit to Pokefan#493! ^_^ I believe in Jesus Christ.
Title: Love You Forever
Author: Flame Mistress
Pairing/s: Pokéshipping (AAML)
Love You Forever
It's been three years since I've last seen you, let alone heard your voice.*
I'm thinking about you as I'm lazily flicking through the channels on my TV - what a thing to do on one of my special breaks from the Gym - and that's, to my surprise, when I see your face, facing Alder. It's Pikachu versus Boufallant. My heart races as I watch with excitement. You're actually battling the Unova Champion! Your dream is on the brink of actually coming true.*
You order an attack - I've never heard of it before - and Pikachu creates a ball of pure electricity, and hurls it at Alder's Boufallant... And when the smoke from the impact clears... It's lying on the ground, fainted. You stare, then you cheer with delight, hugging Pikachu and all his other Pokémon. They're all ones from Unova; usually you would've used a Pokémon from the previous years, but... Why not this time?
A purple-haired girl and a green-haired boy run up to you and hug you. They must be your new friends...*
As you are given the title of the Unova Champion, you give thanks to your friends, and your rivals, and all your Pokémon, who helped him along the way...
But you don't mention Professor Oak. Nor do you mention Brock, nor your mum.*
Not even me.*
And that hurts. You hasn't used any non-Unova Pokémon; you haven't mentioned any old friends from past journeys; it's like you've let go of the past altogether.*
Have you... Really forgotten about the past?
Have you forgotten all the times when I continuously hinted to you about how I liked you, how I loved you? Don't you remember when I saved you at the Orange Islands? Don't you remember when I grieved over your temporary death?
But I remember. I'll never let go of those old memories.*
Pairing: JetShipping (Hilbert/Skyla)
Note: Dare from Pearlmasterking.
Skyla took her gloved hands off the controller and smiled. Yet another perfect landing, she congratulated herself, switching several significant looking switches on the dashboard.
“I can see it from here,” Hilbert said excitedly, shading his eyes as he looked through the windshield to the mansion on the beach. “Man, this is going to be the best summer vacation ever. I’ve gotta thank Bianca again for talking me into entering that contest.”
“You’re one lucky guy,” Skyla observed with as much warmth as sourness as she surveyed the young man in her co-pilot chair, who was only her co-pilot in a metaphorical sense.
“You’re telling me,” Hilbert said, adjusting his hat as he turned to give her a smile. “Hey Sky,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Thanks for flying me out here.”
Skyla was well versed in handling that smile and wasn’t willing to give in so easily. “I really shouldn’t have,” she said, crossing her arms. “Like I’ve told you so many times before: my plane is for cargo, not for people. Don’t you know anyone else who has a pilot’s license?”
“I do,” Hilbert answered, not reacting in the slightest to her play-acting of being cross, “but they’re not as pretty as you.”
Skyla let out a laugh that she knew came off a little more pleased than she wanted him to know his comment had made her. “Watch it, charmer,” she said playfully, “you’ve got a whole summer break at that fancy waterfront house to watch pretty girls—but this one’s gotta fly a shipment back to Mistralton on the double.”
“Come on, Skyla,” Hilbert said, “why would I settle for other girls when you’re here? It wouldn’t kill you to stay for a few days.”
“A few days?” Skyla repeated incredulously. “General Rancraft will tear out his moustache if I’m a few minutes late.”
“Then let him tear out his moustache,” Hilbert teased. “You could always say you ran into…” He gestured vaguely as he tried to think of the word. “You know… wind trouble or something.”
“Wind trouble,” Skyla repeated. “Could you possibly mean turbulence?”
Hilbert snapped his fingers. “That’s it.”
“Turbulence that delayed me for a whole couple of days?” Skyla pressed.
“It’s a pretty windy day,” Hilbert observed. “Come on,” he tried again, “even pilots should get a chance to cool off by the beach—it’s summer. And… well, it just wouldn’t be the same without you, Sky.”
It was a little windy, and delays like that might not be unheard of… for dragon flies. But she looked at his hopeful face and…
She unbuckled. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into these things,” she said.
Hilbert flashed her a smile. “Must be my boyish charm.”
Title: Everyday is Valentine's Day
"Well? Aren't you going to answer that, Drew?" May asks again, raising an eyebrow to the green-haired man beside her. He seems to be in a thought and doesn't notice her speaking.
She folds her arms impatiently.
"No." he says after a long silence.
"Well, then for which question the answer is for, Drew, if I may ask?" she replies dryly, rolling her eyes.
"Which one do you think?" he says with a cocky smirk.
"Shithead." she mutters to herself.
"I know," May says suddenly, breaking the silence that threatens to crawl in, "You don't celebrate Valentine's Day because you're a forever alone potato! Ha!"
She laughs heartily, and he just smirks and lets her have her fun.
"Actually," he starts when her laugh has subsided, "I think everyday is Valentine's Day."
May raises her left eyebrow. "Everyday is Valentine's Day?"
"Yeah, what do you think, May?" he grins smugly and flicks his hair.
Drew smirks and turns around, starting to walk off. May is left dumbfounded and trying to process what he just have said.
"What?" she asks to none in particular. Seeing him raising his hand, she widens her eyes and catches the rose he has just thrown to her. A red rose, just like usual. And then the realization hit her.
"Hey Drew!" she shouts, running to catch up with him. Drew hears her and stops, smirking and closing his eyes as he turns to her.
"Everyday is Valentine's Day, you say?" she says while trying to catch her breath. "I think..."
Drew waits patiently for her to continue, and she does.
"I think, every days that you give me a rose, those are my Valentine's Days."
And they both smiled.
Title: Valentine (can't come up with a better one -__-")
Rating: maybe R >_>
Spoiler:- Here it is..:
"May, wake up!"
Whose voice was that? I'm sure I've just heard some annoying little punk screaming down the hall asking me to wake up, but no, I'm not going to do his order. Or hers, for that matter.
"May! You're going to be late for the Valentine's Contest today!" I hear that voice shouting again. I stir in my bed, covering more of my head with the blanket. I'm not going to participate anyway, so why should I get up for that? Nonsense.
A single knock. "Are you in the shower?"
I shift and groan. This is so infuriating! Soledad always wakes me up an hour early! This time she expect me to fall into that stupid time lie again? Fat chance.
I groan again, anger making its way into my head. Great, what a great morning. I'm not joining the contest, so why does she bother to wake me up? She thinks I'm going to watch them perform? Watch Drew perform with Brianna? No, thanks.
"May, if you don't answer me I'm going to break in."
Another silence and Drew is fed up.
"Damn, she's got to be the biggest lazybum I've ever seen!" Drew thinks sourly. "Soledad is right about her being hard to wake up."
He gets Roselia's pokeball from his belt, planning to use an attack to blow the door up. He will have to pay for it, but it doesn't matter. After all, he has too much money to spend.
"Eh, the door's not even locked." Drew thinks with slight anger as he opens the door, "Damn, doesn't she notice that she's putting herself into danger? I'm going to knock some senses into her."
Walking into her room, he sees her laying on the bed in a ball position, somewhat similar to a shrimp. No wonder she didn't answer his yells. With blankets covering her upper body and a pillow on top, he is almost sure she is unconscious because of the lack of oxygen. Or worse, someone tried to murder her this morning. Who came into her room this morning before him? Soledad. It can't be Soledad, she won't do something like that. His main suspect is Harley. That freak has so much hatred towards May, and even had conned her a few times back then. Yes, it must be Harley. And if his guess is really true, he's gonna kill that Cacturne freak.
"May?" he calls gently.
May's anger reached its boiling point and she is ready to explode like a Voltorb. But something hit her. Not literally, of course.
"Wait, what? I think I recognize that voice. It's not Soledad. No, it's Drew! Oh snap! I can't let him see me like this! Shitshitshitshitshit." she curses herself as her mind instantly becomes chaotic.
"I might as well feign asleep." she thinks. "He will go away when he's tired of waking me up."
Drew walks closer to her and his mind battles on to open the covers or not to. A small part of him is scared that his guess may be true. That she is dead.
"Umm.. May, answer me."
Drew is unsure of what to do. Open the covers? Or let it be? If she is really dead, then he must leave the crime scene as is. So, what now?
After minutes of bracing himself, he decides to open the covers. He definitely doesn't want to see her face filled with blood or eyes bulging without life, but he has to see her, if it is for the last time.
"May," he says softly as he pulls off all the covers. The pillow and pile of blankets fall onto the floor with a light thud. That is when he sees her squinting her eyes to adjust them to the sudden light.
"God, May, you're not dead?" he asks loudly, his eyes growing wide.
May pouts, her eyes forming slits. "What, Drew? You wake me up in such hour and you ask me if I'm not dead?! What do you mean?"
"For God's sake, May, you seemed almost like..." he trails off, "Forget it. It's my mistake."
May's eyes glares a bit, "Well, it obviously is."
He folds his arms across his chest. "Right," Drew rolls his eyes in annoyance. It's his mistake, but who asks her to cover herself with that many blankets? Anyone could be thinking the same as him.
"You didn't even lock the door! Anyone can come in and do whatever to you when you sleep without you noticing! And it's just natural for me to come up with that thought."
"Soledad wakes me up everyday! If I lock it, she can't get in and do so, Mr. Smarty-pants!" she replies loudly.
"That's why, stop being a pig and wake up early so no one needs to wake you up!" he dryly remarks.
May falls into silence. She hears him catch his breath and she stares at him. Well, he is right. She has no other comeback.
"Anyone can get in and harm you, May." Drew closes his eyes, his voice becoming softer now. It sounds like he's...concerned?
"Yeah, you're the first one on my suspect list, seeing you've just-"
"You can suspect me, just don't leave Harley out. Don't forget what he did to you before. He can easily do anything harmful to you."
May raises her eyebrows. Harley? Well, she can see how he hates that freaky guy so much.
"How?" May replies, "There are lots of CCTV along the hallway, the security guards can see whoever comes into my room. And if something happens to me, I'll shout and then they will come and nab the criminal."
"Sometimes you are trapped in a condition where you can't scream, May." Drew says through gritted teeth. Is he angry...? He's scary when he's angry, but May tries to keep her cool. She's not afraid of him. Who is he anyway? Just a high-nosed cabbage head right?
May rolls her eyes, "Oh yeah? Like what?"
She has just spoken the wrong thing. Very wrong.
"Like this." Drew swiftly grabs her arms and pins her down to the bed, their bodies touching and his face close to hers. It happens so fast that she forgets to blush. But soon her cheeks grow reddish when she realizes their proximity.
"What the heck are you doing, Drew?!" she yells frantically, lowering herself more to the bed as to not get into any physical contact with him.
"Showing you the danger of wearing thin night clothes plus leaving the door unlocked." he answers, his eyes boring deep into hers. So deep that she finds it almost scary. Yet she blushes. Blushing at the 'thin night clothes' comment. She picked out a comfortable (and thin) blue nightgown last night, expecting no one to come and harass her as she planned not to enter today's Valentine Special Contest. Speaking of today's contest... Isn't he going to enter it? And what time is it now? He must be running late.
She struggles under him, "Get off of me, Drew! Don't you have a contest to attend? Get going!"
"As a matter of fact, I'm not going to enter it, May. I have a whole day to stay here and take my sweet time to appreciate you in a completely transparent nightgown." he smirks and looks down below him. A great sight to see, honestly. But he can't admit it.
"Go away, you pervert!" May shouts and pushes him away. He lets her push him away and chuckles at her tomato face.
"And it's not transparent! Stop looking!" she yells and covers herself with her hands.
Again he chuckles in amusement. "My, May. You're so easy to be taken advantage of." he says whilst brushing his clothes neat. The blush is still evident on her face, and she wishes he could just walk off to nowhere like he always does after they meet.
"Shut up." she says irritatingly. She hates how he can put her in embarrassment and rub it into her face like this.
"Enough, Drew. Now go away and let me catch some sleep." she continues, turning away from him and to the dull yellow wall.
"More sleep? Come on, are you inviting me to take an advantage of you? I'm trying not to, here." he smirks, and although she couldn't see him, she can feel the smirk growing in his face.
"You wish!" she replies annoyingly. "Go away before I scream!"
He smirks again. Holding a rose, he bring his face closer to her back which is turned to him.
"Are you sure you don't want to spend your Valentine's Day with me? Thousands of fan girls are wishing to." he whispers across her ear. His breath makes her shiver, but just a bit and she desperately hopes he doesn't notice it.
"Go spend it with your horrendous fan girls and don't harass me!"
He lets out a short-lived laugh and drawls the rose across her bare shoulder and finally tucks it onto her ear.
"See you later, May." she hears him say but she doesn't turn around. She then hears footsteps getting farther and a click of door closing. Letting a breath that she doesn't realize she held, she takes the rose and inspects it. A small note is stuck onto the petals.
"Rose Restaurant, table number 32. 6 PM sharp.
P.s: Dress like you do now and I can't guarantee you will go home wearing it anymore."
And with that, May instantly blushes. Damn. Damn that grasshead.
It's not 2 pages in MS Word so I have to put it into this section. Well, I may remove it if I decide to expand this whole idea. This is the last I can come up with. So yeah. Till next time.
Rafe from Destiny Deoxys is my hot bishie, YOOHOO!
Title: Stupid Cannons
Author: Flame Mistress
Note: Rushed dare for AquaRegisteel.
He hated it.*
Black hated it. He absolutely hated it. He hated going to Skyla's Gym. He hated it so much it wasn't even funny anymore.*
Why? Because he always managed to crash into a wall every freakin' time.*
Those cannons. Those stupid cannons. Black hated them as much as a Zangoose hated a Seviper and vice versa. Sometimes, he almost hated Skyla for getting the idea of making people blast off in cannons. Almost. But not quite. He'd even pondered the idea of making cannons illegal inside Gyms, but he always put the idea out of his head.*
Why? He loved her too much.*
That cannon. That one stupid cannon was always the test, the one thing stopping him from reaching Skyla. He couldn't bear to crash into that wall ever again, not ever. He would not be subject to that unreasonable laughter ever again.*
At least, he tried to tell himself that.*
The laughter. Oh, the laughter. Every time he crashed into a wall like that, everyone in the Gym laughed at him, almost killing his ego. Well, fancy seeing the Champion of Unova like that, sure, but they didn't have any need to laugh. Especially not Skyla. Why, oh why did she have to torture him with those sweet-sounding giggles every time?
If only they were closer to him.*
Every freakin' time he crashed into that wall, every time he trudged away, hanging his near-red head in shame, every time he went through those doors with his ego buffed only to come back out with his ego as small as a mouse, he told himself this.*
They wouldn't be the ones to kill his ego.*
And that would be the day he'll finally be with Skyla.*
Note: For The Truth Or Dare Thread
Kris was on her way to the top of Mt. Silver. She could see the silhouette of Red appearing in the fog. It was a long way back down, she was going to make sure it was the greatest battle of her live. She was determined not to give up now. Her legs were aching, her mouth was dry and her teeth were shattering.
"If I were you, I'd go home," said a voice above her. She looked up and saw her rival, Silver flying on his crobat, that struggled to stay still with the snow. "Red ain't no wimp," Silver told Kris. "I don't think he'll want to waste time battling someone like you."
"I won't know until I try," Kris admitted.
"You don't know what he's like!"
"I'm not a wimp either," Kris snapped. "I've beaten all the gym leaders in Kanto and Johto, defeated the Elite Four and the champion. I can do this!"
"At least have some water," Silver requested. He passed Kris a bottle of water. She snatched it and drank the whole bottle in three slurps.
"Thanks," Kris said. She smiled at Silver and sprinted to the top to face Red.
Title: Another Five Minutes Author: midnightjewelz (midnightmoon602) Fandom: Pokemon Pairing/s: Advanceshipping (AshxMay) Rating: G
He promised him that they would see each other and meet and chat the night away but nothing happened. The raven hair boy gazed out of his bedroom window. He could hear his mother calling him over and over again; telling him it was time to go. But Ash refused.
"Just a little longer." He thought. "Just one look. That's all i ask."
He placed his hand on the glass and fixed his eyes on the only road that lead into Pallet. His mother's voice grew louder as she raced up the stairs. Her angry was wiped away when she found her son looking into the distance, all depressed.
"Alright, another five minutes, then we have to go to Unova. The plane will leave us." Ash nodded while still looking at the empty road.
He waited so long. He couldn't wait to come back home. She promised him. She promised! He sighed and walked to his bench of collected trophies from his long journey in the Sinnoh region. He smiled at all his awards and flashbacks of his time in Sinnoh poured back into his mind but as he reached for the last one, his smile was wiped away from his face. he softly traced his fingers over the wooden figurine before grasping it into his hands.
Beside from the ribbon he treasured so dearly this was just as important. All his memories with her came back to him, both the good and the bad. Ash couldn't endure any more and placed the figurine back with the others and sighed.
"She's not coming. Maybe she is still busy with the Grand Festival."
"Nope." Ash's eyes widen with shock. He turned to where he heard the voice. Ash's lips couldn't help but smile.
It was her, May. He oldest and closet friend.
"What's with the news that your leaving to Unova." May pouted as she crossed her arms. "Couldn't you wait for another day?" Ash laughed at May's childish behaviour. "What's so funny?!" She growled.
"It's just i missed seeing you and your funny facial expressions." May's anger quickly faded away. May blinked at her mentor.
"You missed me?" Ash calmed himself down before nodding. She smiled and grabbed his hand. "That's great. so did I!" She cheered. May looked at the clock and noticed it was time for Ash to leave once more. the happiness soon faded between them. "Why don't we talk about our journeys in Johto and Sinnoh while your heading to the port? I have some many things to tell you." Ash smiled warmly at her.
"I'll love that."
Last edited by Midnightmoon6o2; 1st March 2012 at 11:01 AM.
Title: Just Nobody
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
There he goes that nobody. The one Larxene adored to annoy. When she sees her eyes on him, he wants to run. She pushes him to the edge. She calls him names; calls him pathetic. She knows the words will only make him strong. He goes by the name of Roxas. Blonde spikey hair, eyes like the ocean and a long face.
She came to put her arms around him, dressed in a leather black coat. He slid away from her as he tried to have his ice-cream. But he couldn't run away from Larxene like that. No, Larxene would let no one run away from her. She took his ice-cream and licked it. Just like a child, Roxas growled and demanded it back.
Larxene laughs and runs with the ice-cream. Roxas follows her without another word.
"Ice-cream tastes lovely," announced Larxene. "Especially if it's free!"
"I'm not in the mood for this right now!" Roxas sobbed.
Larxene looked at him. It was weird seeing a boy cry. It was weirder seeing him cry. Larxene felt like Roxas had let her down. Roxas never cried when she punched him about or teased him 24/7. So why now? "What's up with you?"
"I have no one to have ice-cream with me because Xion is gone."
"So that's the reason?" Larxene raised an eyebrow and wanted to laugh. "Roxas you're such a silly boy. I'll have some ice-cream with you. We can share. You're seriously letting me down."
Roxas stood up and stared at her. "I'm sorry," he said. "Where do you wanna go?"
"Here is just fine," told Larxene. She sat down next to Roxas and leaned against his shoulder. She licked his ice-cream and returned it to Roxas. "I'm you're new ice-pal."
"What's that suppose to mean?" Roxas asked.
"Buddy, girlfriend, date, lover or whatever you want to call me," Larxene replied. She stuck out her tongue and licked his cheek. To the whole world, Larxene and Roxas were just nobodies. To each other, maybe they could be somebody.
Larxene was pleased that Roxas had stopped crying.
Title: A Prank gone wrong Author: midnightjewelz Fandom: Pokemon Pairing: Cheekyshipping (MiraxMax) Rating: G Note: Dare from darklord18
"But teacher!" Max slammed his fists onto his teacher's desk. "I don't like her! and she's a bully too!"
Roxanne slammed her fists on her table and glared at one of her students.
"Max, it's only for one day." Max looked to his 'buddy', Mira. "All i want you to do is take notes of one pokemon you will find out here." Max still didn't like the idea.
"I agree with Max, on some terms of not liking him. But i'm not a bully!" both children glared at one another. Roxanne sighed and broke them apart.
"If you don't do this assignment i'll keep in both in after school!"
"Fineee...." both children sighed and made their way out.
Max slammed the door behind him. He couldn't believe that he had to work with Mira. One of the most annoying girls in his class. He thought his sister was annoying but Mira was on a whole new level. Max wasn't prepared for any of this.
"Stop being a child Max!" Mira placed her hands on her waist. "Let's just find a pokemon and get this over with." she turned around and crossed her arms. "And it's going to rain and i don't want to get all wet."
"Alright." Max replied. His eyes soon fixed themselves at the forest. "Over there. I'm sure there are heaps of pokemon there!"
"For once we agree on something!" Mira cheered and ran ahead of Max. Mira looked over her shoulder. "I'm going to get those notes before you!"
"Hey!" Max yelled. the boy sighed and just chased after Mira.
The forest was dark, cold and there were no good paths that lead in or out of the forest. Max kept on walking, he knew the forest well since his father would bring him and his sister to see all different type of pokemon when they were young, but his sister never enjoyed the trips.
Max pulled old dead branches that were in his ways and shoved bushes away from his sight. Max looked up towards the sky and noticed rain clouds began to form. Even if he didn't care about Mira he didn't want her to die on him.
"Knowing Mira she would go to the deepest parts to find rare pokemon." Max cupped his hands around his lips. "MIRA!" He yelled. "Mira!" Max repeated.
But Max didn't receive a call back.
He slowly made his way into the deep parts of the forest. He remember his father chasing him into these parts when he got lost by following a Weedle. Max soon heard a scream and ran towards the sound.
"Mira!" Max yelled once more. "Mira where are you?!"
"Boo!" Max nearly jumped out of own skin after hearing Mira's voice right behind him. "Did i scared you?"
"Hey! Don't do that, i was worried for you!" Mira's face flushed pink. Did she hear him correctly?
"Ha, don't have to get all worried for somebody like me." Mira spoke proudly.
"Obliviously." Max rolled his eyes.
"But seriously, why did you worry for me?" Mira moved her facer closer to Max, with a teasing glare in her eyes. Max's cheeks blushed red.
"I-I dunno." Max stuttered. "And I-I don't care!" Max grabbed Mira by her wrist and began to drag her to the entrance of the forest. "Just don't do that again!" He spoke without looking back.
Mira lip's soon formed a smile. It was only a prank to show she was better than him, stronger and smarter but she was proven wrong. Max was stronger than her because he went to the trouble to find her, he was smarter because he found her quickly. He was better than her and she didn't mind accepting that.
"If i get to see you blush and worry over me like that then i'll be glad to keep getting this prank wrong over and over again."
Title: Loves Me, Loves Me Not
Pairing: May X Drew (ContestShipping)
Note: Random Drabble, might need some cutting and pasting or whatever else needs doing.
May sat, depressed and alone, on the edge of the riverbank. She felt unloved, her 'friends' didn't care much for her anymore. She was in a spiral of depression and heartbreak. She had recently seen her father come to pass in a hospital bed, stabbed mutiple times in the chest. She looked to her left and noticed a rose lay there, the sort that Drew left for her...but no more. It wasn't a fresh rose either. The petals were dull and soaked by the mud nearby.
Speaking of Drew, she realised that he was probably her only shot at happiness at this time and place. If anyone could help her, it was him. Otherwise, she wouldn't snap out of this horrible feeling.
"Oh, Drew..." She mumbled, as she picked up a daisy, and plucked at it's petals. Flowers. They calmed May down most of the time, especially roses. "Loves me..." She muttered, plucking a petal away. "Loves me not..." She continued. She plucked more of the flower, hoping that the answer was the one she wanted. "Loves me...Loves me not..." She mumbled, before she was cut off by a familiar voice. "Loves you." Drew cut in. May whipped around, and smiled, her thoughts shaken up. 'Maybe...he does...please..." She thought, but she still looked depressed.
"What's up? You are really...blue." Drew pointed out, but May still hung her head down, hiding the sudden rush of energy that surged through her.
"I...I don't know...I wish I could say...but I don't want to..." May stuttered. It was really tough for her to hide what had happened, she didn't want to break down in front of Drew. He didn't want him to feel sorry for her, not now. That would make things worse.
"It's...fine. You can tell me whatever you want, as long as-never mind that, just say anything." Drew replied. He seemed to be getting what he wanted out of this. He wanted May badly, and he hated for her to be depressed.
May couldn't help but shed a tear now, but Drew hugged her. "Don't worry, I'll help you with all of this mess. I was told by your 'friends' what had happened."
May smiled back, and whispered. "Please do..."
Yveltal, the Destruction Pokémon: "When its life comes to an end, it absorbs the life energy of every living thing and turns into a cocoon once more."
Title: Melacholy Daydreams
Author: Flame Mistress
Pairing: Ash x May
Notes: Dare from midnightjewelz, I think. I have my ways of working around ships that I don't like. ;D Also, if ore the asterisks. Side effect of Notes.
"You look beautiful, Dawn," Misty said, brushing the bride-to-be's long, straight, navy blue hair. "Ash will be absolutely gobsmacked, that's for sure. I bet he's gonna have his jaw hanging when he sees you like this!"
"Thanks," Dawn said, blushing a little. "But it's all with your help - if it weren't for you I wouldn't be this pretty right now. You're the one who did all the styling." She then realised something, and narrowing her eyes at Misty's reflection in the mirror she was facing, added, "you're not boasting, are you now?"
Misty giggled. "You've sure got the brains, Dawn!" she replied. "So what, I can boast a little bit, right?"
May looked on at the two of them with a melancholy gaze, leaning against the corner of the preparation room the three of them were in. Her eyes were fixed on Dawn's dress - why couldn't she be the one to be wearing that dress, ready to surprise Ash? She then moved her eyes towards Dawn's tiara. Why couldn't she be the one wearing that tiara? Why couldn't she be the one to walk down the aisle with her father, with Ash waiting at the end? Why couldn't she be the one to exchange vows with him?
Why couldn't she be the one to be together with him?
She had made it clear over the years that she loved Ash. From the day she'd met him she'd had feelings for him, though they were always well-hidden by her deceiving face, hidden just about enough so that Ash wouldn't notice. But now she regretted. If she had the power to go back in time, she'd immediately take off that mask she'd been wearing and reveal her feelings for him, reveal her true face. If only, if only she hadn't been so shy.*
May just didn't understand why she had kept her love for Ash a secret all the while she was travelling with him. She'd had a year and a half, yet she hadn't told Ash about her feelings. She just didn't know what had made her go through all that trouble of pretending that she had a silly fangirl crush on Drew - heck, she didn't understand her younger self at all.*
If only she had taken off her mask at the right time. May suddenly realised that she had been afraid to admit her feelings. She'd been afraid of rejection. That was why she had kept her feelings secret. She was a shy and nervous girl, not like Dawn, who was brave, cheerful and bubbly, just the kind of girl perfect for Ash. May didn't stand a chance against her. She'd been doomed the second Dawn had found Ash.*
She imagined herself together with Ash, with Dawn absent in the scene entirely. They were lying down in a meadow, looking up at the blue sky, telling each other what they thought the occasional cloud looked like. After a few minutes, Ash would clasp her hand, and whisper into her ear that he loved her, and say that Dawn was an old hag - no! She couldn't think that way about her friend! It wasn't her fault that she was in love with Ash, after all.*
Or maybe it was. Was that the reason she'd thought all those horrible things about her? She suddenly saw an image of Dawn being held hostage by a Seviper as Ash and herself threw stones at her - no! NO! She couldn't think that way. The image turned into one of Ash leaning forward to kiss her instead. The image turned into reality, and May leaned in as well to return the heavenly kiss -
- straight into Misty's face.*
"What the FLIP, May?" Misty yelled furiously, pushing May away. "Any reason as to why you decided to kiss me all of a sudden?"
May's head jerked up, blushing furiously. Did she get carried away? Had she daydreamed too much? "S-sorry," May stuttered, "I d-don't know w-what I was t-thinking about."
"Thought so," Misty scoffed, her pushing her fiery red hair out of her face (which had remained fairly short, but had developed a side fringe). "Come on now, you are the chief bridesmaid, remember, May?"
"Obviously," May lied, trying to act natural. "I'll just get going then." With that, she exited the room and turned towards... the exit.*
"That's the way to the exit, idiot!" Misty yelled after her in anger, but May pretended not to hear her. She just kept on walking, walked out into the main corridor of the wedding hall, walked up the many flights of stairs, walked up onto the rooftop, walked up to the railings and leaned against it.*
May closed her eyes, and the image of Ash returned to her. He was holding both her hands, smiling his adorable lopsided grin at her, his messy, raven-black hair rustling in the wind. May smiled back, and gently opened her eyes. Ash was still there, still holding her hands.*
"I want to be in a world where I can be with you," May whispered sadly, a single tear escaping her eye. Ash lost his smile, and slowly released May's hands. He looked off into the distance, over the buildings and the roads. His gaze returned to May, and softly smiled.*
"I'll show you a place where you can be with me," he whispered. "Follow me."
And she did. She didn't dare release her grip on Ash's hands, fearing that she'd lose him if she did. Never breaking her gaze into his chestnut-brown eyes, nor releasing his soft hands from hers, May stepped over the railings, and let herself fall. Time stood still for a second, and she felt as if she was suspended mid-air.*
Then she began falling down, like a dying angel, like a helpless feather, like a lonely maiden.*
And Ash's figure eventually drifted away.
Title: Because She's Cute
Author: Flame Mistress
Pairing: Iris x Axew
Notes: Dare from darklord18. Made it as short and sweet as possible because I can't imagine ever shipping Iris with someone else other than Cilan.
Iris x Axew Fic
It was the perfect day, as cliche as it may sound. The sky was a hue of light blue and devoid of clouds; the bright sunshine lit up the whole meadow; the breeze lazily brushed past the leaves and flowers.*
Of course, a picnic on this kind of day was inevitable.*
"Come out, guys!" Ash's cheerful voice as he sent out his Pokémon awoke the dozing Axew, who jerked up with a start. 'What on earth?' he murmured, rubbing his eyes.
"Axew, wanna join your friends?" This time it was Iris speaking, albeit directly to him. Axew sighed, and in a slumber, clambered out of Iris's thick, long, violet hair. Why, oh why, couldn't he get a decent nap, and wake up just to pretend to be friends with that abomination of raven-black hair and that creepy (and most likely gay) connoisseur? And that stupid Pikachu guy could just sit around with his Ash the whole time.*
And the Pokémon. Oh god, the Pokémon. Snivy and Emolga were always at each other's throats, Oshawott was always failing to impress Snivy, Sewaddle was always a wimp, Scraggy was always headbutting things, Excadrill was always asleep, Stunfisk was always herping and derping, and Pansage was always trying to calm everyone down but ultimately failed every time. It was all too chaotic for him. And even worse, he had to act like a baby every freakin' time...
At least Iris was cute for a human. If she wasn't, he wouldn't have even bothered waking up.*
Last edited by Azran Flame; 3rd March 2012 at 2:38 PM.
Title:Love on Undella Beach
Pairing:Hilbert x Cynthia
Note:It was a dare
After winning against Alder,a spiky brown haired boy decided to take a nice break for the spring. So he decides to head to Undella Town to a nice break from Pokemon Champion.
"Being Champion is sure is tiring. Man,At least I get to rest up a bit before I keep on traveling." Hilbert said as he finally got to Undella Town. The Beach was packed with people swimming and the sun was shining so bright that Hilbert have to hide his eyes in his hat. "Fun day and my Pokemon are sure having fun." Then a blond haired woman at least in her 20s walked up to him.
"So you're a Pokemon trainer I see. And By look at things you are a Unova trainer." The blond woman said. Hilbert turned around to only to be starstuck by the beauty in front of his eyes. During his travels he met very beautiful women but nothing like her. "Hey you're Hilbert aren't you?" She asked and he just nodded. She clapped her hands to his. She was blushing like crazy to meet someone like him. "Wow You are the type of trainer I want to meet. I miss battling trainers like you and the boy from Sinnoh."
"Wait you're Cynthia from Sinnoh. You're the Champion with the Garchomp. Wow I always wanted to battle you whenever I headed To Sinnoh." Hilbert said but Cynthia corrected him.
"Ex-Champion. A boy named Lucas took my title ages ago. I just a trainer like anyone else." Cynthia giggled for a second or two. " But it was nice to meet you Hilbert. And you are kind of cute for your age." Cynthia blushed as she touched her cheek. Hilbert blushed deeply. As he stared at her bikini he find it very sexy. He was thinking like a pervert would.
"If you want we could battle each other to see what we made of. Sinnoh vs Unova really. This would be fun." Hilbert said as Cynthia stared at him. She smiled at his offer.
"Sure,Let make it interesting,if I win,You buy me lunch." Cynthia offered. Hilbert laughed.
"Deal,if I win,I get to take you on date." Hilbert said as he reached out his hand. And Cynthia took it.
"Deal but I'm going to win." Cynthia said as they ran out to the beach. No matter the outcome,They get to date each other. Hilbert and Cynthia may like each other from the start or maybe it was destiny that they met. They will always have each other.
Title: Strawberry shortcake Author: midnightjewelz Fandom: Pokemon Pairing: Wishfulshipping (CilanxIris) Rating: G Note: Dare from FlameMistress
Iris looked at her invitation in her hands. She looked up at the building and then back at the note. Iris glared. Was she really at the right place? She looked around her. This was the only Striaton town in Unova. This had to be the place, it had to! Iris stood bravely and pushed both doors open and saw people sitting down on tables eating deluxe meals. Iris was dumbfounded.
Iris had met Cilan in a gym leader conference a few months ago. There they spend time training and improving their skills. They got to know each other well and considered each others as good friends. In fact Cilan was the one that invited her to his gym in the first place. Afterwards it was her turn.
"Glad you could make it Iris!" Cilan cheered. Cilan shook her hand. "Welcome to Striaton gym!" Cilan pointed to his other two brothers. "This is Cress and over here is Chilli." both brothers waved.
"It's nice to have a gym leader like you here Miss Iris." Cress bowed.
"Thanks, you don't have to treat me like i'm some sort of champion." Iris placed her hands on her waist. "I mean i'm am the strongest gym leader in the region but still." Cilan grabbed her hand.
"Why don't we talk this over with some cake?" He suggested.
"Cake?" Iris thought. "I guess." Cilan smiled and dragged her to a unoccupied table. Cress and Chill went to grab Iris's meal.
Iris scoped around the gym. the table covers were nearly pure white and the walls were painted pale yellow with outlines of purple and gold boxes filled the space up. Iris noticed that most of the people filled were young girls. They didn't seem to be interested in their meals but mostly for the boy with the lime hair; Cilan. Iris looked to her left and noticed Cilan was still by her side.
"That would explain the glares." Iris thought to herself. Soon Cilan's brothers arrived with Iris's cake.
"Thanks." She smiled. Iris took her first spoon full of her meal.
The cake was sweet, and the colour of the cakes was girly but it didn't matter to her. Iris licked her lips and went to grabbed the strawberry placed in the center of her slice before using her fingertips to eat some of the vanilla icing. Iris couldn't help but look back at Cilan.
"You want some?" Iris pointed at her strawberry shortcake with her dessert spoon. Cilan shook his head.
"I'm fine." He smiled warmly. "I'm satisfied by watching you eat cake." He grinned. Iris felt her face lit up. She turned to her cake and quickened her pace at eating her meal.
"His strong." She thought. "Must try to clear my mind, clear your mind!" Iris panicked. Cilan placed his hand on hers. Iris flushed.
"You alright?" He asked as he placed his hand on her forehead. "You seem to have a fever." Iris shook her head quickly.
"I'm-i'm fine!" She stuttered. Iris returned to her cake. Cilan chuckled. Iris swallowed her cake. "Why are you laughing?"
"Your really cute when you panic." Cilan laughed. Iris ate her last piece and stood up from the table. "Aren't you going to have some tea?" Iris began to stomp her way out of the gym.
"I'm leaving!" She added.
Cilan reached out for her hand to stop her in Iris in her tracks.
"Did I offend you? If so tell me." Iris sighed. Iris escaped his grip and turned to face the gym leader.
"Don't treat me like your other girls!" She screamed. "You can't use your cute looks to make me fall head over heels for you!" Iris waved her arms in the air. Cilan smiled and dragged the girl closer to him.
"I didn't mean to treat you like one of them. You see i'm the fan between the two of us." She softly kissed her on the cheek.
Iris wanted to run away but smiled softly. It was as if she always wanted to be kissed by him. Iris backed away and pulled her tongue and the sudden depressed fans of Cilan. She looked back at him and grinned.
"Do you have any more of that cake by the chance?"
Last edited by Midnightmoon6o2; 4th March 2012 at 12:38 PM.
Title: Fine Strategists
Pairing: AndIFeelFineShipping (Archie, Charon, Cyrus, Giovanni, Maxie, Proton, Jupiter & Arceus)
Proton felt left out.
There was an epic mission regarding the capture of the pokemon God, Arcueus. Giovanni would be meeting up with Archie from Team Aqua, Maxie from Team Magma, Cyrus, Charon and Jupiter from Team Galactic. Proton wasn't even invited to the party. Giovanni was trying to avoid Team Rocket. His plan to capture Arceus and make it breed. Even after the failure of Mewtwo, he still desired to control powerful pokemon. Even though he wasn't invited, Proton was still going to tag along anyway. He's always wanted to see Arceus in the flesh in all it's white glory. None of the men or Jupiter objected over Proton tagging along. Despite the rest of the world viewing their teams as criminal organisations, they simply saw themselves as a community working towards a living without conflict.
Archie, Charon, Cyrus, Maxie, Proton, Giovanni & Jupiter had gathered round in a circle. The rest of Team Magma, Aqua, Rocket and Galactic followed them faithfully to the top of the mountain. Any of them would have loved to have been in that circle, but those were the ones that Arceus called. They had waited a long time for this moment. A white god pokemon tumbled down from the darkness. A ring of light blessed the blindness of their cruelty. Instead of fighting the world and taking what they believed was rightfully theirs, they joined in union. They bowed before the shining Arceus who had shattered their walls of hatred for each other. No more blood. No more greed.
They and their henchman would all leave as an army of peace.
Last edited by ChloboShoka; 11th March 2012 at 10:33 PM.
Title: Dull Drifting, Full Throttle
Pairing: Kravitzshipping (Skyla/BW Bianca)
Note: Dare from Vycksta.
Skyla held the burner control valve in her gloved and exceptionally steady hand. She adjusted the propane release valve with precision to give the balloon just enough height not to snag on the trees below, but not so much that their flight was out of control. She stared out at the skies in front of her with an uncharacteristic look of boredom written all over her features. She sighed hugely.
Bianca turned around from the edge of the basket which she’d been peering beyond with spirited curiosity (so much spirited curiosity, in fact, that she’d nearly turned over the basket several times). She didn’t know what Skyla’s problem was. She’d seemed so excited earlier when they’d heard about the balloon festival and she’d said she’d always wanted to fly one. No surprise that a flying type gym leader and a pilot at that would fangirl over untapped modes of aviation. But even in Bianca’s tizzy over the new experience, she’d noticed that before too long her companion’s spirits had started flagging.
And honestly, Bianca didn’t know what the deal was. They were up in the air! That was supposed to be Skyla’s thing! And anyway, who could possibly complain? Not only was the view absolutely gorgeous with the entire festival below them visible in perfect miniature, but they’d gotten a Munna-shaped balloon. Just how adorable could you get?!
“I thought you liked flying,” Bianca said to Skyla, giving words to her line of thought. “What’s wrong now?”
Skyla looked one lip quiver short of a pout, but didn’t seem to know quite how to put her disappointment into words. “I just… well, I do like flying… in planes! With the wind whipping at my hair! Racing through clouds! Outflying the sun! …That kind of thing. This…” she gestured at the leisurely flight path of their rented balloon, “this drifting is just so… boring!”
Bianca crossed her arms. “Well, maybe you’re just not doing it right,” she pointed out, moving forward. “Here,” she said, taking the controls from the gym leader before she could protest otherwise. “We’ve just got to go full throttle,” she said, tugging at the line.
With that dangerous sentence the little flame on the burner went fwoosh and towered to impressive new heights. It nearly threatened to leave its enclosure and singe their Munna-shape balloon, which would’ve been admittedly less adorable on fire.
“See!” Bianca yelled over the wind rushing at their little basket as the balloon rocketed jerkily upward. “This is how you fly a hot air balloon!” Skyla didn’t respond, instead she just hung onto the edge of the basket and wished that she hadn’t left her parachute in her other outfit.
Suddenly Bianca’s laughter was a very lonely sound as the propane tanks went out and the roaring flame extinguished itself. They hung there in the air for a moment, suspended almost cartoon-style, as they watched the sad huff of smoke blow to the winds. “Whoopsies,” Bianca said.
And then they plummeted earthward.
When they stopped falling they found that the balloon had been caught in a tree and hung upside down. Skyla and Bianca were tangled in the strings that attached the balloon. They swung awkward several feet in the air for a time, Bianca energetically trying to disentangle herself and Skyla swinging back and forth with her eyes closed.
Bianca gave up the fight to untie herself. Instead she eyed Skyla. “Soo… that was more fun, right?” she tried.
Skyla was silent for a moment. Then opened her eyes, held out her hand and gave a thumbs up, replying: “ABSOLUTELY!”
Title: The Best
Author: Darth Osiris/Nightlingbolt
Pairing: Pearlshipping (Ash x Dawn)
Other: Dared by Flame Mistress. I know you didn't want it too fluffy, and I tried to make it play out like an actual anime scene, but I think there's just a hint of fluff in here. So... sorry!
Spoiler:- The Best:
Another fine day in the Sinnoh region, and Ash, Dawn and Brock walked out of the Pokemon Center after a good night's rest.
“Um... actually, I heard Nurse Joy mention a Pokemon Contest being held in Waterlily Town,” explained Dawn. “And I wanted to compete in that.”
“Then that's where we'll head next,” said Ash. “New next stop, Waterlily Town!”
Brock took a look at his Pokegear to check the location of Waterlily Town. “Uh-oh,” he said.
“What?” asked Ash and Dawn together.
“Waterlily Town is in the opposite direction to Sunyshore City,” explained Brock. “What's more, it's at least three days from here by foot.”
“So we can't do both,” said Ash.
“We could,” argued Brock. “But after the Contest, we'd have to make the three-day trip all the way back here, plus the time it takes to get to Sunyshore City from here. Honestly, I think we're looking at ten days if we do both.”
Dawn looked at Ash, her eyes pleading with him to just swallow his pride and let her do this Contest. It would be her fifth Ribbon, meaning she could enter the Grand Festival. She just had to compete in this last Contest, and then it would be all about Sunyshore Gym.
At the same time, Ash considered the implications that delaying his Gym battle would have. Surprisingly enough, as he looked into Dawn's desperate eyes, he couldn't think of any besides it taking a longer time to get the Badge. But hey, that just meant more time to train, right?
“All right. We'll go to Waterlily Town,” said Ash. Suddenly, Dawn hugged him.
“Thanks, Ash!” she said. “You're the best!” Ash couldn't help but blush at this comment.
“Well, we'd better get going if we're gonna make the Contest,” said Brock.
“Right!” said Dawn. “Look out, Waterlily Town! That Ribbon is gonna be all mine!”
“Piplup!” cheered Dawn's Piplup in agreement. With that, Pokemon and Trainer sprinted down the path to Waterlily Town.
Ash made to follow them, but Brock stopped him. “That was really mature of you to postpone your Gym battle for Dawn's sake,” he said.
“Yeah, well...” Ash said with a smile. “It's worth hearing her say I'm the best.”
“Pi-kaaaa,” said Pikachu with a knowing smirk. Really, his Trainer was way too transparent for his own good.
Pokemon Y Friend Code: 3282-3535-2249
Friend Safari: Pansage, Petilil, Gogoat
As of now, my focus is on Safaris with starters (barring Wartortle and Quilladin), but give me your Safari anyway. Chances are I'll find something interesting.
Title:The Trouble Situation
Pairing: Dawn x Lyra(Stockingshipping)
Note:It was a dare by PikaPal_Lyra
Lyra hated the fact that Dawn will always drag her around a mall for hours without end. Lyra now understand why guys hate shopping with girls. It gets tiring and boring. Lyra sat on the nearby bench by a bikini store. They were shopping for new swimwear for a beach party the next day.
"Dawn how long are you going to take? We have people waiting for us." For years Lyra had a crush on Dawn and hoping that she would like her back. Lately Dawn loves to tease Lyra with sexy outfits to impress Lyra with. Lyra always got major nosebleed around Dawn and Dawn always flirts with her. Dawn had a major crush on Lyra and got jealous of guys staring at Lyra.
"Hold on Lyra,I'm putting on this bikini for the party tomorrow. I have to know if it is good enough for you?" Dawn giggled out as she blushed so deeply. Lyra started to picture Dawn in the Blue bikini with the bubbles on her. Picturing her figure and the way her body totally works the bikini. Lyra blushed so deeply as she pictured Dawn in that outfit.Dawn stepped out the dressing room.
"Well,What to you think?" Dawn said flirtly as she leaned forward towards Lyra. Lyra could see part of her cleavage. Lyra got a major nosebleed and passed out. Leaving Dawn confused. Maybe it was a little too much for her to take.
Title: Black or White
Pairing: GirlPowershipping (Dawn x Cynthia)
Note: Dared by PPL. I actually really like this pairing, so it was amazingly fun to write. :)
It was an interesting experience, feeling attraction towards another female.
I stared dumbfoundedly at her exposed skin. Her long, golden tresses were swept by the wind and her wet porcelain skin shone underneath the warm, rising summer sun. Cynthia, the former champion of the Sinnoh region before I claimed the title, stood there observing the calm ocean waves as they washed up onto the shore of Undella Town. I'll admit I have limited knowledge of the Unova region as a whole, but when I learned of Cynthia's summer getaway I just had to see her.
"Hm, Dawn, what do you think?" She looked at me with troubled steel gray eyes.
"What's the matter, Cynthia?" I asked. I was starting to feel cold in my pink and indigo bikini. It was still early, and the sun was just over the horizon casting a golden glow onto the ex-champion. My breath hitched at the sight.
"Does this bikini look better on me than the white one?" She struck a pose, looking as elegant and poised as ever. Even when making silly mistakes or acting like a child she still holds this air of respect and subtle regality that nobody I have ever met possessed.
"Black or White, you would still look beautiful," I murmured. She only smiled at me and continued to observe the vast blue waters, watching as the sun painted it with different shades of golds and oranges, giving the open canvas more hue, color and vibrancy.
What was this new warm feeling?
Last edited by Yuppirox; 7th March 2012 at 6:44 AM.