Voted First place in the Yaoi/Yuri Shipping Fics category, 2009 edition. Thanx to all who voted! I'm honored~ ^^
The idea for this... well, it hit me while I was in the shower the other day. Guys, I swear, when my mind wanders, weird stuff happens >>; But this fic is just too good to pass up...
I'm using English names, so nya. The sole exception is Jun, whose dub name has yet to be revealed
and whose name I won't like unless it turns out to be Damion.
Disclaimer: Pokémon, all names & everything in relation, is the property of Satoshi Tajiri and his
Title: Wish Upon A Star
Archive: you're looking at it
Rating: PG-13 for coarse language and mature subject matter.
Viewer discretion is advised.
Genre/s: Humor, Drama, with a side of Romance.
Pairing/s: Ah, but the specifics are for me to know and for you to find out It's Multishipping, that's all I'll say for now. Oh, and there's going to be yaoi, so buckle up.
Chapter 1: Sweet Nothings and Sour Feelings
"Goooooood morning Pallet Town! It's just about 8:15 am and everybody is feeling the rush to get to work on time. It's an unseasonably chilly 45 degrees Fahrenheit outside, so be sure to bundle up, especially if you're walking! And now let's check in with our traffic helicopter, see how – "
The radio announcement was cut short just there. Now the dark-haired boy would never know how the traffic was doing. 'Like it matters', he thought darkly. He despised waking up to his alarm clock.
The boy groaned loudly and stretched his appendages as far as he could. Then he quickly retracted to the depths of his blankets; that DJ had been right about the chill. He muttered some dark thoughts about the cold. He hated anything to do with cold. Especially since Pallet Town had just suffered a record-breakingly freezing winter, he looked forward to the warmth of spring. Thankfully, April was just a few short days away.
Still muttering about the cold, he untangled himself from his cozy cocoon and shuffled his way out bed. Slowly, just as he did every morning, he shuffled toward the bathroom door. Every morning, without fail, he always tripped over something. This time, it was one of his school books. "OW! Sonofa*****!" he paused his trek to the bathroom to seize his pained toes, hissing angrily at his textbook.
Once the pain had subsided well enough to allow him to continue walking, he stumbled into the bathroom with the grace of a drunken hobo. He fumbled for the light switch and winced at the sudden surge of light. His bedroom had been perfectly dark, and the harsh light hurt his eyes. He scrubbed his face clean with the water he'd collected from the running tap, and faced his reflection. His hair looked especially uncooperative today. 'Well, that's what hats are for,' he conceded.
After retrieving his favorite pair of jeans – his "don't care jeans", as he called them – and digging up a black shirt that didn’t smell utterly atrocious, he plopped his favorite cap over his messy black hair and grabbed his backpack. He paused quickly to check his reflection. 'Definitely had better days,' came the sad realization. But instead of going back to redo himself, he quickly shrugged his backpack over his shoulders and tripped over an old pair of shorts on his way out the door.
"Morning, sweetie! I made you breakfast!" his mother's bright trill caught him as he descended the stairs, causing the boy to scowl darkly. How could anyone be so sickeningly sweet this early in the morning?
"Hi mom," he grumbled in reply, slumping carelessly into his chair. In a flash, there was a plate full of pancakes before him. "Do you want some milk, hun?" Her son grumbled in reply, and she set a full glass beside his plate. She was completely used to his sour demeanor in the mornings. Though why he had yet to warm up to her sunny morning attitude in the sixteen years of his life mystified her.
No sooner had she set the plate before him were the pancakes gone. She turned around and scooped up the plate with ease. "Do you want some more, hun?" she asked, but a quick, "no thank you" allowed her to toss the plate into the dishwasher.
With another quick twirl, her son was halfway to the door, grabbing his jacket from the arm of the couch on his way. "Ash Ketchum, you get upstairs and brush your teeth this minute!" she reprimanded. "Mom!" came the annoyed reply, thought slightly guilt-ridden.
After returning from the bathroom, making a beeline for the front door, Delia traipsed after him lightly, a brown-bagged lunch already in hand. "Ash, honey, don't forget your lunch!" She reminded him daily. "Oh, thanks, mom." He took the bag gratefully, just like he did every day. Delia smiled at her son in reply. No matter his attitude, she loved their daily back-and-forth.
As he donned his jacket and shoes, Delia swiftly placed his lunch into his backpack. "Do you have everything, sweetie? All your books?"
"Yes, mother. I've got it! I'm gonna be late!" though he kept his face straight, his tone was playful. He always loved his mother's bright disposition, even if it sometimes annoyed him. It made him forget about how crappy he really felt. He opened the door and let himself out onto the walkway. "Have a good day, sweetie!" Delia called to him. "Bye, mom!" he called back. As soon as he was on the sidewalk, the front door clicked swiftly behind him.
Now 8:35 am, Ash started on his trek to school. But not before he looked at the house directly across the street from his. It was the most extravagant-looking house on the block, having been built fairly recently for Professor Samuel Oak. Oak, an elderly man of 60, had spent most of his life cavorting with the scientific community, earning him vast amounts of wealth and fame. He also had found a fondness for teaching, which allowed him to hold tenure at Viridian University, a forty-minute drive outside Pallet Town. Success came easily to him, and he was likeable to everyone who knew him.
But Professor Oak didn't live alone in that house.
All that fame and success was bound to attract a woman, who, two generations later, became the late grandmother of Ash's least favorite person on the entire planet.
And that person was named Gary Oak.
"Now, he may look like your typical pretty-boy with oodles of brains and more than enough popularity for everyone on the block, but in reality, he is so much more than that." That was the way Ash had once-upon-a-time described Gary to his mother, and he liked the way it sounded. By "so much more," he meant that Gary was arrogant to the point that it pissed Ash off the very second that anyone used his name.
From the moment that they had met – at the age of 9 – Ash had seriously contemplated attacking Gary with a sharp rock to put Gary out of Ash's misery. Seven years later, their distaste for each other had quickly settled to a deep-seated rivalry, where Gary was easily the winner.
Ash wasn't 100% sure what had sparked their rivalry (though it could have been the rock), but as far back as that first meeting, he was certain that Gary was out to destroy him. At first, he thought it might've been his imagination, but he quickly realized he was right. From something as completely innocent as "accidentally" tripping Ash with a wayward footstep, to not-so-accidentally throwing an egg on Ash's window last Halloween, Gary was a constant source of stress in Ash's life, with Ash unable to properly fight back. And now that Gary was here to stay, mysteriously coming to town to live with his grandfather at the start of the school year. And Ash hated every second of it.
Without even realizing it, Ash had completely pissed away five minutes of his life, standing mindlessly across the street from the Oak residence. "OH NO! I'm gonna be soooo late!!" he groaned in dismay and dashed off in the direction of his school. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, Gary laughed.
* * *
Lucky for Ash, he made it to school with five minutes to spare. He couldn't afford to have another detention this month, especially for being late. A teacher gave him a sharp word for running in the halls. Ash apologized and skidded around the corner, while the teacher muttered something along the lines of Ash needing a clean detention slate for the upcoming month of April.
He made it to his locker with a giant gasp of relief. Students around him tossed him annoyed or suspicious glances, then resumed their mindless chattering.
"Goooooood morning Ash!!" the cry was not enough to prevent the sudden crushing hug being bestowed upon him, not to mention the sudden loss of floor beneath his feat. After a gasp for breath, the young Freshman set the cranky Sophomore firmly back on the ground. "Wow, it's chilly out there, isn’t it? Thanks for that hug! I feel all warm and cozy now!" The quick chatter was enough to give Ash an instant headache. Or it could be the sudden head rush. "Jun, you know damn well not to do that to me," Ash complained.
"Oh, oh, I’m sorry, Ash! Please, don't be mad at me!" Ash suddenly found himself staring into the vivid orange eyes of his friend Jun. They were sparkling with fake tears to compliment his perfectly melodramatic "sad puppy dog" expression. "I promise I won't do it again~"
Ash sighed. "You need to stop that. It won't be long until I develop an immunity to your sickness."
"AAAASH, YOU’RE THE BEST!" Jun hugged him from the front this time, though with less force than before. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Just then, the bell rang, indicating the start of class. "Oop, there's the bell! I'll see you at lunch! Now, don't you be late, Ash, or I'm fining you ten million dollars!" Quick as a flash, Jun rushed headlong toward his first class.
Ash rubbed the side of his temple. He couldn't understand why everybody was so sickeningly sweet first thing in the morning.
* * *
The bore of Ash's classes was punctured only by Jun's incessant babbling over the course of lunch. Ash kept up a pathetic effort by nodding and grunting in response, usually at the worst possible moment. He had been enjoying his silent hatred of Gary before school, and he wanted to get back to that feeling. In an effort to do so, he kept his eyes open for Gary, in an effort to track him down and send evil thoughts his way.
"ASH!" Jun slammed his fist on the table, startling all within a 3-table radius. "What on earth are you looking at?!" he demanded.
Ash sighed, and sipped his soda carefully. "Jun, have you ever thought about sitting with the Freshmen from your class?" he let that sentence slip out carefully, hoping not to provoke another outburst.
"Nope! They're all a bunch of immature brats. I like you, Ash. You're so broody and mysterious!" he added that last line with a slight edge in his voice. The 'edge' slipped clear over Ash's head. He was back to tracking Gary again.
After a minute of silence, Jun shook his carefully styled strawberry blonde hair in dismay. "Honestly Ash, I can't understand your sudden fixation with Gary."
'Honestly, neither can I.'
To Be Continued!
Ah, ain't it lovely? This is the most I've written at a single time in... man, a really long time >_>; But I had fun, believe you me ^^ Jun makes everything fun. Get used to him, kids – he’s gonna be around for a while.
Please don't hesitate to leave me a quick review about how you think I did with this ^^ I'm going to be working on this for a while yet, so rest assured, there will be loads of laughs and action coming up in Chapter 2!
So, until next time, later days!