A note from me to you: Congratulations for making it this far! We haven't seen Gary for awhile in the anime, and he is one of those characters that you either loved or hated. I personally learned to love him, and miss his talented team of pokemon and humorously over-the-top, show-off attitude. This Gary will have more of the personality he had in early Johto, with some flares of Kanto.
Giselle is a COD that most people won't even remember unless you have seen really early episodes of Pokemon. Since she is essentially a female version of Gary I thought they would be soul mates, even though they never met. You might call this a rarepair. However, the story will be filled with many other familiar faces though from Ash to Professor Oak. I may even do some double matchmaking with eligible ladies and gentlemen attending the wedding as guests.
Thank you for reading, I hope that you are entertained during this surreal wedding day.
Wedding Yells
A squishy pokemon jogged through the tall grass, sighing from fatigue. She was growing chubbier with each day, much to her dismay. The critter was well-hidden except for the rustle of foliage and an occasional cat-like ear that stuck out as she was walked by. Her flat feet were nearly as long as her whole body. Huge, watery eyes glittered with innocence and wonder as she tried to find Viridian City.
Jigglypuff turned the map upside down, hoping she had not strayed too far off course. She glanced at the newspaper tucked under her snub arm, unrolled the paper and stared at an advertisement. A look of longing spread across the round, pink face. The title read in an elaborate and fashionable script, Wedding Singers Wanted.
Jigglypuff closed her eyes and smiled. She would take to the stage in front of all of those beautiful people. This time they would listen to her! She knew this was her big break. She cleared her throat, ready to flaunt her soubrette soprano.
A breeze came and tugged at the town map. She held fast to the directions, but dropped many of the business cards she had printed to give to the wedding guests. The playful winds scattered her papers about the route.
The slow, pink pokemon waddled after her business cards, but was scooped into the air before she could collect them. Jigglypuff resembled a balloon as she was sent flying by the winds against her will. Even the widest Jigglypuff could be taken away by a particuarly strong wind!
She squealed in panic, grasping at daisies, fighting to come back to earth. "Puff!"
What appeared to be a pumpkaboo rolled down the dirt path while Jigglypuff caterwauled. It was not the super-size variant of the species, instead the gourd was simply humongous! It could not have rolled through the doorway of a house without knocking out a wall! It was a pumpkaboo more than twice the size of a car!
Pumpkaboo rolled on large wheels, its tendrils and leaves coiled ornately around itself, giving the pumpkin a regal look. What should have been the creature's mouth was in fact a door handle in the center of the carriage. The handle was fashioned into a pout with two protruding fangs to make it look more like the pokemon's babyish expression.
Jigglypuff shook with fury as the pumpkaboo-shaped carriage rode past her, adding insult to injury by blowing dust into her eye as it sped up. The ground shook from the weight of the carriage and the heft of the six shiny rapidash that pulled it along. Each rapidash wore a plume attached to their bridle with seven swanna feathers, both white and blue, taken from the bird pokemon's keel and underside.
The rapidash hooves scorched the earth and left behind smoking tracks. The pokemon's very presence made Jigglypuff break out into a sweat. Although the rapidash tails were almost colorless they were made of fire nonetheless. Something had agitated the unicorns, making their flames rise. It was like watching a bonfire being stoked.
Smoke from the manes reached Jigglypuff, triggering a coughing spell as she spat out dirt. The horse hooves had made a mess of everything. She could not entertain at the wedding looking like this! Her new hairbow had fallen off! She planned the arrangement on top of her curl just for this occasion. They had kicked mud all over her and she worried about her voice now. She could not entirely clear the soil from her throat.
"Jiggly!" the pokemon cried out, unable to hold onto the weed any longer.
The pokemon slipped away into the clouds, kicking and screaming as the winds carried her off, while nearby spearow rocked with laughter at her calls for help.
A shadow appeared in a yellow window. The frame was designed to look like one of Pumpkaboo's eyes smack dab in the middle of the carriage. The passenger was obscured by curtains trimmed with faux clamperl without their shells. A hand appeared behind the glass, slowing drawing back the antique lace, revealing a woman with a heart-shaped face inside of the carriage. She wore a veil, but it was more sheer than a stocking. Giselle was not the type of woman to make a serious effort to hide her face.
She was sure that she had heard a pokemon's cry, but could not tell exactly the direction it came from with such loud guests among her. She supposed it made no difference, there was simply no time to catch pokemon today. They had a destination to reach.
A dainty pair of hands raised the veil. She was a petite, elfin creature with large chocolate-toned eyes and dark grape side bangs. She held in her hands a clam-shaped mirror. It was made from prism scale. The back of Giselle's compact mirror caught the sunlight and bounced opal and pink streaks of light against the the walls, true to the name prism scale.
It was a lovely interior with a baroque scene painted on the ceiling featuring altaria and cupids flying through the clouds. As much as she adored the work of this artist Giselle was more taken with the sight of her own reflection in that moment. She winked at herself as she opened the compact and ran a tube of clear lipstick over her botton lip.
She conceded that no color was as beautiful as the natural colbur of her mouth, so it was best to wear as little makeup as possible. It couldn't be helped, and at least the brand is Boutique Couture, she thought with a shrug.
She did at least approve of the sandalwood and jasmine notes from the wood hammer-infused essential oil. It truly brought out the shine of her hair, she told herself with both hands still glued to the compact.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror, approving of her bone structure, then closed the compact for a rest. She was so glad that the days of school uniform and dress code were gone, now the world could really appreciate her majesty. Giselle snickered, knowing that there was simply no contest between herself and her bridesmaids.
There were half a dozen beautiful girls sprawled over the quilted seats across from Giselle. They cried their eyes out into the leather, holding each other in despair.
"Gary," one blubbered, hiding her tear-stained face with her hands.
Giselle raised an eyebrow, looking on the pack of lovestruck girls with contempt. This was the last time her fiance's cheerleaders would be invited anywhere with them!
She had to admit that it was difficult to find female friends. Naturally most of them were jealous of her beauty, talent and humble attitude. There weren't many people in the world who could take perfection in a stride like Gary Oak, the greatest trainer in Pallet.
Because her situation was so unique she had to take bridesmaids where she could find them... provided they didn't make her look too bad! The level of incompetence that Giselle had been made to put up with was just ridiculous. Gary had told her that they were professionals!
Hardly, she thought with a roll of her eyes. Cheerleaders are supposed to be cheerful!
"Hush now, you will ruin your makeup! This is the most important day of my life and you six loony Loudred are not about to spoil it," Giselle scolded.
"Bone!" Giselle's Cubone adamantly agreed, raising its infamous club into the air with such arrogance that it could have been a royal scepter instead of a bone.
Giselle looked at her pokemon and smiled, at least somebody knew how to behave with class.
Cubone was wearing a smile too. Even though Giselle would not be able to see her smile underneath Marowak's skull, Cubone was happy that her trainer was happy. She moved closer to the bride, resting the face encased in the heavy skull on her trainer's lap. Giselle stroked Cubone's skull and ran a hand across the pokemon's fur with love.
Cubone looked down at the bone in her hands. Giselle had stayed up late trimming it with ribbons, a sterling silver chain and a cameo of Marowak just for her. Cubone stared at the Marowak portrait carved into the firestone. She knew that mom was watching them and would be proud that she had been adopted by the top student from Pokemon Tech.
Giselle folded her arms, realizing it was time to use a bit of psychology on the weeping bridesmaids. "How would Gary feel if he saw you like this?"
"I-" sniffled a redhead bridesmaid, fanning herself with her hand.
Strands of the girl's hair were a bit askew from hysteria. Giselle had sent each of them to the best salons in the fashion districts of Celadon City, but all of that work was in danger of crumbling away. The girl had cried out half of the sea that separated Cinnabar island from Pallet. The caterpie string shot silk gowns would chafe from water damage if Giselle did not do something.
"Your happiness should come from seeing those you care for happy, not your own selfish crush. Gary is about to have the happiest day of his life, don't you feel bad about how childishly you are behaving?"
"Yes, sorry Giselle,"
"Apology accepted, now if you can act civilized then I will ask Gary for video highlights from his vs recorder so that you can watch his greatest battles as a treat,"
The girl's frown began to change. Her eyes shined with curiosity. She could barely contain her excitement.
"We'd each love one," she proclaimed in a voice flooded with genuine enthusiasm.
"Good, now move along chauffeur," Giselle ordered with a tap on the monogram in the window to grab the driver's attention. "The protocol may be for the bridal team to arrive last, but I want to make a circle around Viridian City first so that everyone in town sees us. We also will need to arrive at least a good fifteen minutes before the ceremony- drive along you!"
"Yes, Miss Giselle," replied the elderly coachman with a nod of his head and a kindly look. "Or should I say Mrs. Oak-to-be?"
Giselle's furrowed brow softened into an expression of delight at the sound of those words Mrs. Oak-to-be.
She faced the window and slowly opened her purse, giving a quick glance back behind her shoulder to be sure that she had a moment of privacy. Good! The cheerleaders are talking some foolish gossip right now and not paying me any mind, she thought with relief.
Giselle held something in her hand with a gentle but fearful gesture. The way that she cradled the object was the way that a collector would covet and watchover their prized comet shard. She traced the buttons and lights on the cover of a violet Pokedex and closed her eyes, thinking of Gary.
Giselle opened the electronic book and looked at her fiance's trainer number and photo as it flashed across the screen. There he was! He was probably only 10-years-old in that picture, but the thick auburn eyebrows were there. It was the same confident expression.
In the digital image he was spinning a pokeball on the tip of his finger with the grace of a basketball player. The other hand was petting his Arcanine's head, mussing the pile of sandy fur into disarray affectionately.
She selected the 3d animation mode, which made the image of Gary look more like he was really there with her. The winds blew his bangs as he posed for the picture. Then he folded his arms, looking as cocky as ever. The look on his face gradually became more playful, he winked at the camera. Giselle pretended that it was a special look just for her, even though they had not met at the time the picture had been taken.
There was a bouquet lying on the pillow next to Giselle's lap. Professor Oak had given her a rare gracidea flower. The six-pointed white and fuchsia blossom was native to Sinnoh. How he must have gone through such lengths to obtain this fresh specimen for her wedding day.
Together she and the kindly old man talked of the series of gracidea paintings that hung in the Lumiose City Museum. They discussed the legends of Shaymin and how this enchanted flower was used to transform the mythical pokemon between land and sky form.
He said that he knew she was a very brilliant girl who would above all remember that this was the flower of gratitude. Professor Oak went on to say that he was glad that she would be his granddaughter-in-law, and hoped that she would help Gary with his research and even his own. The last thing he said was that she reminded him a little of Gary's mother. Giselle was truly touched.
She took a sprig of white from the bouquet and placed it inside of the dex, pressing it there as a momento before closing the book.
Gary said that this was the first pokedex his grandfather had given him. He had completed the entire dex, capturing rare pokemon from all over Kanto's map. It was hard work that Gary had spent years on, motivated by his grandfather's dream to make the first comprehensive encyclopedia of the region. Prof. Oak had tears in his eyes when Gary showed him the complete works.
Gary loves the professor very much, and so do I. He has been orphaned from a young age and his grandfather was his only living family, she thought sadly.
Giselle was going to change that and become his family. She would make him happy, she knew that she could!
He had given her a life's work to show her how serious he was about her. How could he part with this?
Now a tear was in Giselle's eyes, but she fought it. She refused to let a single drop to fall on her face! It was their wedding day.
To be continued...
Disclaimer: Creation of this fanfiction was monitored by Nurse Joy. No Torterra, Clamperl, Rapidash, Jigglypuff, Milotic or other Pokemon were harmed in the making of this scene.