July 10
Happy ContestShipping Week! To honor my OTP, I'm cranking out 5 oneshots in celebration! So, I heard that the themes - from here- post/146416277535/contestshipping-week-2016-is-upon-us-the-results- for this years ContestShipping Week are
July 10 - Alola
July 11 - Festival
July 12 - Meeting the Family
July 13 - Children
July 14 - AU
So! Alola eh? I have NO idea how I'm going to write this… I'll wing it, I guess. Here we go!
Time Skip of about 3 years or whatever…
3rd Person Drew-ish (AN: still need word)
The sun beat down brightly on the tropical islands of the Alola region. People all over were enjoying the beautiful light, going for walks, eating freezing cones of ice cream, or just tanning on the beach.
One green-haired tanner, whom you know as Drew, lay on a beach chair alongside his Roserade. Both were soaking up the sun rays, occasionally sipping a tropical drink from a coconut shell.
A loud munching came from behind him, and he felt a light dusting of something on his face. He reached up and brushed the sweet smelling? powder from his face and opened his eyes to see the person who had disturbed his sun bath.
"Wha-OW!," was heard from both parties, as Drew raised his head and rammed it into the other person, who apparently had been leaning dangerously clos e to him. In fact, that person looked familiar, a face he hadn't seen in a while. It was-
"May!? What are you doing here? Can't you mind your own head?," he cried, rubbing his forehead. Meanwhile, May had fallen back into the sand, rubbing her own forehead. "What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?"
"I'm on a vacation," he replied, mocking her tone of voice. May started to yell at him, and then was stopped by a hand appearing in front of her face. "Huh?"
Drew was holding out his hand to help her up. She grabbed his hand and pulled herself to a standing position. "Anyways," she replied, dusting her hands off on her shorts. "I needed a break from contests. I thought Alola would be the best place for now."
Drew nodded. He could relate. Contests really take a lot out of you. May continued talking. "I've heard a lot about this place. I've heard the beaches are great, the views are awesome, and the food- oh boy the food…"
May started. "THE FOOD! WAIT! WHERE ARE MY MALASADAS?" Drew just looked at her. "Malawhat?" May still looked frantic. "Malasadas," she replied in a impatient tone, "are this, like, sugar-coated donuts," she madly gestured with her hands.
"Ugh! I was eating some when I found you, and-" "So thats what that powdery stuff you were dropping on my face was," Drew exclaimed, and then he was almost hit in the face by a pair of flailing arms.
"I DON'T CARE RIGHT NOW WHERE ARE MY MALASADAS!" Drew sighed and pointed to a bag on the ground about 2 feet away. May grabbed it started pigging out on the sweet treats and then looked up at her fellow coordinator. She offered one to him as a "reward" for helping her find the desserts.
Drew accepted it, contemplated it, shrugged, then took a bite. His eyes widened in shock. "This is actually," he took another bite, "really good!"
May nodded. "Of course! It's fried and covered in sugar. It's guaranteed to be good! Want another one?" Together, they sat on the beach and ate through the rest of the malasadas.
Just then, they heard a growling behind them, and the bushes rustled. Turning around, they came face to face with a wild Yungoos.
"Um… what is that?," May squeaked. Drew flipped out his Pokedex, looking basically as terrified as May.
A robotic voice started to emit from the speakers. "Yungoos. The Loitering Pokemon. Yungoos' body majority is it's stomach, combined with a fast digestive system, which makes it almost constantly hungry. Each Yungoos chooses its own path to stalk prey, pausing only to sleep when needed. They have a terrible temper when hungry and demand a large amount of food."
Drew glanced over the top of his Pokedex at the snarling mongoose-like Pokemon. "You know, I think he's hungry."
"Ya think?!," May screeched. Drew tried to call Roserade, but the Bouquet Pokemon was fast asleep on the beach chair.
He then decided on his- "Masquerain! Come on out!" The Pokemon emerged in a flash of red light. "Masquerrrrrrain!"
"Well, if you're using Masquerain… Come on out, Beautifly!" "Beaut-Beautifly!" The two coordinators looked at each other and nodded.
"Masquerain/Beautifly! Use Silver Wind!," they cried in unison. "Masquerrrrraiiiinnnn!" "Beautiflyyyyyyy!" The two butterfly pokemon fired silver arches at the angry Yungoos until it backed off with its tail between its legs.
May cheered. "Yeah!" She reached up her hand for a high-five. Drew responded, fairly half-heartedly, but May pulled her hand back before they made contact.
"Ah, ah, ah," she taunted. "Too slow." Drew growled in frustration. He walked back to his beach chair and laid down. He folded his arm behind his head and closed his eyes.
May sat down next to him, and they sat in silence for about… thirty seconds. "Well, I'm going to go buy more malasadas. I'm hungry."
Drew opened one eye, "Two things, one, you're always hungry. Two, I'm going to come with you."
"Wait, why?" Drew shrugged as he swung his legs over the edge of his chair. "I want some malasadas. So why not?"
"Ok! Bring Roselia too. I know a great Pokepuff store there too." Drew scoffed. "Don't tell me you've started eating Pokepuffs now."
May flushed. "For your information, my Pokemon seem to enjoy the Pokepuffs." Drew huffed and flicked his hair. "Geez, I was just teasing."
"Oh, really?," May frowned. "Well, anyways, come on!" She grabbed the irritated Drew by the hand and dragged him along, oblivious to Drew's face rapidly turning red.
Later…
The two coordinators sat at a cafe table, enjoying warm sugar-coated treats, and sharing stories from their own journeys.
They recounted trainers, contests (on May's side at least. Drew never talked about contests.), and other random moments.
Their Pokemon, meanwhile were snacking on delicious frosted Pokepuffs from the bakery next door.
"So, Drew, I think I need a nickname for you," Drew looked up from his food, "A what?" May giggled. "A nickname! You know, to call you!"
Drew took a sip of his drink. "Do what you want, February." May looked at him indignantly. "February!?"
The green-haired coordinator merely shrugged. "Well, if you're giving me a nickname, I might as well give you one. May sniffed. "Fine then, Mr. Rose."
A blush spread over the bridge of so-called "Mr. Rose." "Oh come on, May. Do you really have to bring that back up again?," Drew whined.
"Well, that's what you get for calling me February!," May playfully replied. Drew frowned, then his face turned to a smirk.
He plucked a crimson rose from the nearby window box and twirled the stem between his fingers, before shoving the rose, petals first in front of May's face. May went cross eyed to look at the sweet smelling flower.
"I don't think this is for Beautifly this time?," May teased. Her butterfly Pokemon looked up from it's (AN: Her? His?) Pokepuff at the mention of its name. "Beautifly?"
May smiled at the confused Pokemon before accepting the rose. "Nothing, Beautifly!" Drew flicked his hair. "Nah. If you're going to call me Mr. Rose, then I might as well get used to it.
"Well, okay!", May giggled, still fairly oblivious to what red roses actually meant. Drew internally sighed. That girl is really oblivious, sheesh! Drew thought. When is she going to get what red roses mean?
May and Drew continued chatting, oblivious to the fact that their Pokemon where having their own conversation.
Pokemon-ish POV (AN: Word?)
"Roserade! Roserade!,"the green pokemon cried. Translation: WHY IS YOUR TRAINER SO OBLIVIOUS?! HE'S GIVING HER ROSES FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
"Beauti-Beautifly!" Translation: I DON'T KNOW!
Absol growled in frustration. "Absol, Absol!" Translation: Whatever it is, she has to know somehow!"
"Glaceon," cooed the icy Eevee-lution. "Glac-glaceon." Translation: Everyone calm down, they'll figure it out eventually,
"Masquerrrrrrrrain!," Drew's eyeball Pokemon (AN: Eyeball Pokemon? That's what Bulbapedia told me. Could I get a confirmation or whatever?) trilled impatiently. Translation: No, she really should know NOW!"
Drew's Butterfly Pokemon fluttered around in an almost pacing motion. "Butterfree!" Translation: Alright, let's make a plan.
"Skitty!" Translation: Yeah!
"War-wartortle!" Translation: Any ideas?
May's Blaziken, Munchlax, Venasaur, and Drew's Flygon were not there at the time, because of size, and in Munchlax's case, hunger.
The Pokemon put their heads together and discussed, not noticing that their trainers were looking at them strangely.
"I wonder what they're doing?," May asked. Drew shrugged and flicked his hair. "Well, they don't seem to be finished yet, so I guess that means we have to stay a while longer."
*flash to texture picture like in the anime (AN: word for that?)
Announcer voice: Just a sunny day in Alola, where both Pokemon and trainers converse. What happens next for our heroes? Find out next time!
AN: So…*pant*…. tired… of …this… one…..shot. *falls over* *gets back up* No, but in all honesty, I'm exhausted of this one-shot. I'm planning on cranking out chapters like mad for ContestShipping Week. R.I.P. Cleo, death by writing. Alola was actually really hard to write about. Notes:
1: Malasadas were mentioned on the Alola Info Page on the Pokemon website. They didn't give any description, however, so I looked up Malasadas on the Internet instead, and that's what they gave me,
2, I swear, I have no idea how these Pokemon talk.
3. I'm not going to continue this one-shot, but what do you think their Pokemon's plan is? Write it in a review!"
So thanks for reading, and see you tomorrow for the next theme! Oh, and also please review for an imaginary Pokepuff.
Hugs,
Cleo, daughter of Iris and a wizard,
FUN RANDOM FACT: My OC owns a Swanna.