Hello everyone! Just a little note from the author to you readers out
there. I am not a very big fan of Pokemon to say the truth. Frankly if it
wasn't plastered on T.v. so much I wouldn't ever see it, and I never got
around to beating silver. It's sadly one of those Animes that doesn't seem
to grow up. Then I had a thought one day. I had heard in the world of
Pokemon you get one year off of school to train, and then you would have to
go back? Frankly I have no friggen clue as to how true that is, but it put
a good idea for a story in my head. What if. Ash and company had to go
back to school? I mean they've had more than a years worth in episodes
haven't they? I dunno, but you get the point. This is an Ash and Misty
fic, or as I have heard it cutely called Twerpshipping. Well whatever try
and enjoy it. I wrote it for all the ppl out there who adore Pokemon for
more than just something to watch while your other show is having
commercials. I hate to sound like I dislike the show, because I really
think it's kawaii! Also I heard Brock was fifteen, and that a trainer gets
there liscence at age twelve. I'm assuming in my writing that Brock is
seventeen, and the 'twerps' are just turning fifteen.
~Naso
"What good is a life's work if you don't have a life?"
-Nall/Lunar Silver Star Story-
Chapter 1- YRHS (Yellow Rat High School)
** I'm asking for a thundershock I know.**
Ash leaned back in his desk at the Pewter high school. He hated his last class of the day. It was a Algebra class taught by one of the oldest teachers in the school. His name was Mr. Bearnstein and he had to be the most uptight guy Ash had ever seen. Then again when you are used to having Proff. Oak as a mentor, a lot of old people seemed uptight. Ash had taken Algebra in the junior high at Pallet town, but due to a loss of records he had to take the beginning course once again. He was doing fine in the class, but his lack of attention angered Mr. Bearnstein to no end.
"Mr. Ketchum!" The old man bellowed at Ash to snap him out of his revelry, "Would you please come here for a second?" Ash jumped in his seat, and almost fell out of his chair. He had been half listening to the teacher, but the sudden outburst still scared the crap out of him. "Yes Mr. Bearnstein, I'm sorry sir." Ash said and headed to the head of the room. As he went up to the teacher Mr. Bearnstein sat at his desk and started to write out a hall pass for the young man. "Please go outside, and return that. yellow rat to it's pokeball." The teacher said in harsh tones. Ash looked out the window and growned.
'She followed me again.' Ash thought as he saw Pikachu on the window sill looking into the room in curiousity. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't even know she had followed me. Can I just leave her there since she isn't disturbing anyone? I mean I haven't even noticed her." He asked his hostile faced teacher, and then he flashed his most winning smile to try and seal his apology. No dice. "Whether or not that rat bothers you isn't my business." The teacher told his young freshman, "The fact is I can't stand those stupid animals, and I want you to go put it in it's ball."
Ash looked back out the window hoping Pikachu had missed the comment. Then he saw the electricity flowing from her cheeks. 'Time to diffuse the situation.' Ash though quiet literally. "Frankly sir, it's an insult to me and my pokemon for you to use such an improper term to desrcibe Pikachu, and furthermore you should thank me for being so civil as she is most likely going to barbeque you if you ever say that again. I would suggest you not be so uncuth in the future when talking about things you know nothing about." Ash said, and he grinned as he saw the vein appear in the teachers neck. This was gonna be fun.
"ASH KETCHUM!" He shouted as loud as he could, and this practically shook his old withered body. "Yes, sir?" Ash asked him charismatically. The teacher scribbled out what had been on the hall pass and changed it so it would get the boy to the office. "You will go to the office." Mr. Bearnstein told him, "and if you don't take that ANIMAL with you I will personally call the pound. Is that understood?" Ash grinned as he noticed the class starting to giggle. They knew exactly what Ash was going to say. "Umm. sir? You should actually call the Pokemon center if you want Pikachu." Ash started, and his teacher about blew up in his anger.
"OUT!" the man yelled at Ash and the boy happilly replied. Ash grabbed the note, and slung his books into his bag before hefting it over his shoulder and signalling to Pikachu. The pokemon at the window shrugged, and hopped off the cill with a wave to the class as it, and it's owner, dissapeared from sight in seaconds. The room was left rolling in laughter. Meanwhile, as soon as Ash was in the hall he kicked open a side door, and caught the yellow pokemon that jumped into his arms. In a long accustomed habit the mon' climbed onto his shoulder and pulled a hat it was carrying over Ash's head. The Pokemone League emblem was visable from behind as the mouse pokemon had pulled the cap on backwards.
Mrs. Allison typed at her desk quietly in the office when she heard a shout. She sighed to herself, and realized just what was going on. It was a half an hour before school released. "Brock." She said and signalled the senior over to her. Brock had been held back a year after his trip with Ash and Misty, and he was only now in his senior year, even though he was well over seventeen and the year was still fresh. "I believe." Mrs. Allison said to him calmly, "That mister Ketchum will need an escort home today as well."
Brock just shrugged his shoulders. "I need the extra credit here in the office Mrs. A, and besides. you know Ash isn't going to go home even if I sicked Onix on him." He said matter of factly. The old women just chuckled. Knowing Mr. Bearnstein he had said something nasty about one of Ash's pokemon, and if thus was the case. then the school would just send the 'disgruntled' student home without punishment. If a teacher was insulting a trainer's pokemon, the trainer was allowed to speak in the defense of the pokemon, so long as it was civil. She had never known Ash to lose his cool when dealing with someone as short tempored as Mr. Bearnstein.
As she finished typing her documents up, she quickly filled out a sign out form as Ash walked into the office. "Hello Mrs. A!" Ash greeted her warmly, "You did something with your hair. it looks good." Ash wasn't the type to give false praise, even if he could charm a snake once in a while. The women smiled at him. This caused light wrinkles to show on her face under her white hair. "You know Ash, flatery gets you nowhere with us old ladies." She said and smirked at the boy. Ash only widdened his grin. "You know I only say the truth, and that's what the elders wish to hear from the youth." Ash said to her. She handed him the slip of paper in a kind of concession. "You never seem to get tongue tied around those you know how to outwit, do you Ketchum?" Brock mused from the side, "Although I would like to look at Misty's grades, since you can't even talk straight to her."
Ash fumed, and Brock grinned. "I talk better, and about more serious things with her than anyone Brock." Ash exclaimed. he was back to his old self. "Serious things. like the dance coming up at the end of the month?" Brock asked still amused. Ash looked at Brock in shock. 'Shit! Busted.' Ash mentally kicked himself in the ass before he continued to talk to Brock. "Look, on that note Brock. I might be taking a girl, but I'd need to go with an older girl if I was going to get into the dance. Could you talk to me about this later tonight?" He asked, and then walked out before the stunned Brock could answer. Mrs. Allison only chuckled. 'Ash was thinking things through for once.' She though amused by the boy.
Once outside the school Ash withdrew one of his oldest pokemon in it's pokeball and hurled it onto the school lawn. "Pidgeot I choose you!" He crowed as the ball erupted in red light releasing the winged wonder. He had gotten Pidgeot back after he began school again over a year ago. The road between Pallet and Pewter required a flying type, and Ash had been quick to obtain his Pidgeot as it was his best airborn ride. Then again, he wasn't headed to Pallet. "Pidgeot." He said softly as he petted the birds soft feathered neck, "You want to go see Misty again?" Pidgeot squaked at this, but not for the reason you might think.
Making it to Cerulean city in under twenty minutes required it to break the sound barrier, and that always gave the bird a cheap thrill. Ash smiled as Pidgeot lowered itself to it's knees, and Ash got on it's back. Gripping tight he shoughted out in a loud yell and the two were off. Brock had watched them go, and only took slight pleasure in noticing the town they were headed to. Ash was going to see Misty after school again. He laughed and got back to office work.
Misty Waterflower was taking the days attendance to the main office of Cerulean city for her last class of the day, and she strayed outside the main school doors as the bell rang releasing school only ten minutes later. She saw an ominous shadow pass overhead, and she walked out to the practice football field behind the parking lot to meet her guest. After a small adventure with a few cars, and a powerful gust attack weeks ago, she had found out that Pidgeot wasn't used to the city again yet. The two teens had agreed to meet at the football field ever since.
She wandered onto the field, and she laughed as she saw Ash burying his head in Pidgeot's soft neck feathers. The bird adored Ash so much it came back to him after over a year apart, and Ash loved that bird as well. She jumped out of her revelry when a little yellow mouse poked it's head out of her jacket she was wearing over her sailor fuku. It was a ominous jacket that used to be worn by a certain pokemon master, a title Ash had earned before their year of training was up. The little Pichu squeked in delight to see it's serigant father and jumped up to Misty's shoulder in a fashion it's mother mimicked nearby on the other teens shoulder.
Pikachu had come home to Ash sometime after his return home, and later they had found out she was pregnant. When she refused to battle and hid away with Delia for a few days Ash finnaly figured it out. Pikachu had delivered a litter of three baby Pichus days later, and Misty was shocked when Ash had insisted that Misty take one. He had felt she needed a pokemon that could deal with her Psyduck properly. "Hi Ash." She said happilly as he had lifted his head when the first soft cry of 'Pichu!' rang through the air. "Hiya Mist." He said greeting her with a smile of his own. He had worn his school uniform as well, but unlike Misty he had already changed out of it partially. He still had the black pants on, but he had put the black long sleeve shirt around his waste. He still had his hat on backwards, and Misty thought he looked pretty cute with his tight black tee on as well. Ash had grown considerably in his early teens, and he had recently put some muscle on as well when Brock got him into the Pewter city football team.
This of course was no small task for a twerp freshman. She laughed as she remembered going to his first starting game. He had played at defensive end, and the quarterback had just laughed at him. When the insult twerp was thrown though, Ash had demonstrated how a tackle attack should be demonstrated with a rather bit of excessive force. She wished Cyndaquill had been out to take notes. One of the Pewter players managed to grab the fumble before it flew through the endzone after the sack at the thirty yard line.
Ash looked at her curiously and she just sighed happilly. "I was remembering your first football game." Misty explained, "O.k. twerp?" Ash seemd to grow angry at the name, but then he recalled the day in question and broke out laughing. "Hey Misty could you come with me to Pallet today?" He asked her suddenly deadpan. She agreed with a nod of the head, and she took out Noctowl. Ash had leant the bird to her about a year ago when he put Pidgeot back in his front six. It was pratically hers now, but it was considered a loan. She expected to get to Pallet in less than a half an hour. It turns out Ash's pokemon were up to that challenge as twenty five minutes later they were greeting Delia at Ash's front door.
"Hello honey!" Delia chirped at her teenager, "Hello to you two Misty it's so nice to see you. I take it Ash had an argument with Mr. Bearnstein again?" Misty and Ash just exchanged a look and smiled. Ash had told Misty about it in flight, and Pichu had even piped up in joy when Ash had explained how he told off the old grump. Misty then turned to Ash. "I forgot to tell you Ash, I decided on a name for Pichu. Since you call the other two Pichu and Pi-two I thought I would give this little gal a proper name. That way her mother wouldn't get upset." Pikachu ignored Ash's surprise with a good natured yip of 'Pika-pi!'. 'Misty always had more common sense than Ash.' Pikachu mentally noted for what would have to be the twelve hundreth time. "Well what did you name the little one?" Ash asked. It was her pokemon, and she could name it what she wanted after all. "Since she is always popping up out of my pocket, and since she is a good color for it. I decided to call her Poppy." Misty said with delight, and Pikachu was very happy with the name as well.
Ash grinned, and Delia smiled even broader. "I guess Misty could make a good mother when she gets older if she is so good with Poppy, eh Ash?" Delia asked, and she noticed Ash turn a bright red. "I don't really notice that stuff mom." Ash said and kicked at some dirt on the ground. "Oh come on Ash!" Misty said antagonizing the boy, "You've said yourself I'm good with her, and you even made that comment when I was bringing Togepi up for all that time." Delia smiled knowingly at the two, and Ash just turned a deeper shade of red. "Anyway Misty, I'll get ya what I needed from inside then we should go." Ash said, he was quick to escape the situation. He left Pikachu with Misty, Delia, and Poppy and quickly entered the house. A minute later he returned with a set of Pokeballs. "Let's go Misty!" He called to his friend, and the two took off towards the far end of Pallet where the beach was. Ash was grinning all the way. Today he would ask her.
~Fin.
So whatya think? The idea with the Pichu came from another writer who has sparked my curiosity into the relm of Pokemon. I thank her for this little creative spurt, even though I have a million other things I should be writing at the moment. Next chapter involves a 'Red Gyrados' and a 'Slow Dance'. What could possibly tie the two together? Well I write strange storys, so wait patiently while I write it out. Until next time!
~Naso
"What good is a life's work if you don't have a life?"
-Nall/Lunar Silver Star Story-
Chapter 1- YRHS (Yellow Rat High School)
** I'm asking for a thundershock I know.**
Ash leaned back in his desk at the Pewter high school. He hated his last class of the day. It was a Algebra class taught by one of the oldest teachers in the school. His name was Mr. Bearnstein and he had to be the most uptight guy Ash had ever seen. Then again when you are used to having Proff. Oak as a mentor, a lot of old people seemed uptight. Ash had taken Algebra in the junior high at Pallet town, but due to a loss of records he had to take the beginning course once again. He was doing fine in the class, but his lack of attention angered Mr. Bearnstein to no end.
"Mr. Ketchum!" The old man bellowed at Ash to snap him out of his revelry, "Would you please come here for a second?" Ash jumped in his seat, and almost fell out of his chair. He had been half listening to the teacher, but the sudden outburst still scared the crap out of him. "Yes Mr. Bearnstein, I'm sorry sir." Ash said and headed to the head of the room. As he went up to the teacher Mr. Bearnstein sat at his desk and started to write out a hall pass for the young man. "Please go outside, and return that. yellow rat to it's pokeball." The teacher said in harsh tones. Ash looked out the window and growned.
'She followed me again.' Ash thought as he saw Pikachu on the window sill looking into the room in curiousity. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't even know she had followed me. Can I just leave her there since she isn't disturbing anyone? I mean I haven't even noticed her." He asked his hostile faced teacher, and then he flashed his most winning smile to try and seal his apology. No dice. "Whether or not that rat bothers you isn't my business." The teacher told his young freshman, "The fact is I can't stand those stupid animals, and I want you to go put it in it's ball."
Ash looked back out the window hoping Pikachu had missed the comment. Then he saw the electricity flowing from her cheeks. 'Time to diffuse the situation.' Ash though quiet literally. "Frankly sir, it's an insult to me and my pokemon for you to use such an improper term to desrcibe Pikachu, and furthermore you should thank me for being so civil as she is most likely going to barbeque you if you ever say that again. I would suggest you not be so uncuth in the future when talking about things you know nothing about." Ash said, and he grinned as he saw the vein appear in the teachers neck. This was gonna be fun.
"ASH KETCHUM!" He shouted as loud as he could, and this practically shook his old withered body. "Yes, sir?" Ash asked him charismatically. The teacher scribbled out what had been on the hall pass and changed it so it would get the boy to the office. "You will go to the office." Mr. Bearnstein told him, "and if you don't take that ANIMAL with you I will personally call the pound. Is that understood?" Ash grinned as he noticed the class starting to giggle. They knew exactly what Ash was going to say. "Umm. sir? You should actually call the Pokemon center if you want Pikachu." Ash started, and his teacher about blew up in his anger.
"OUT!" the man yelled at Ash and the boy happilly replied. Ash grabbed the note, and slung his books into his bag before hefting it over his shoulder and signalling to Pikachu. The pokemon at the window shrugged, and hopped off the cill with a wave to the class as it, and it's owner, dissapeared from sight in seaconds. The room was left rolling in laughter. Meanwhile, as soon as Ash was in the hall he kicked open a side door, and caught the yellow pokemon that jumped into his arms. In a long accustomed habit the mon' climbed onto his shoulder and pulled a hat it was carrying over Ash's head. The Pokemone League emblem was visable from behind as the mouse pokemon had pulled the cap on backwards.
Mrs. Allison typed at her desk quietly in the office when she heard a shout. She sighed to herself, and realized just what was going on. It was a half an hour before school released. "Brock." She said and signalled the senior over to her. Brock had been held back a year after his trip with Ash and Misty, and he was only now in his senior year, even though he was well over seventeen and the year was still fresh. "I believe." Mrs. Allison said to him calmly, "That mister Ketchum will need an escort home today as well."
Brock just shrugged his shoulders. "I need the extra credit here in the office Mrs. A, and besides. you know Ash isn't going to go home even if I sicked Onix on him." He said matter of factly. The old women just chuckled. Knowing Mr. Bearnstein he had said something nasty about one of Ash's pokemon, and if thus was the case. then the school would just send the 'disgruntled' student home without punishment. If a teacher was insulting a trainer's pokemon, the trainer was allowed to speak in the defense of the pokemon, so long as it was civil. She had never known Ash to lose his cool when dealing with someone as short tempored as Mr. Bearnstein.
As she finished typing her documents up, she quickly filled out a sign out form as Ash walked into the office. "Hello Mrs. A!" Ash greeted her warmly, "You did something with your hair. it looks good." Ash wasn't the type to give false praise, even if he could charm a snake once in a while. The women smiled at him. This caused light wrinkles to show on her face under her white hair. "You know Ash, flatery gets you nowhere with us old ladies." She said and smirked at the boy. Ash only widdened his grin. "You know I only say the truth, and that's what the elders wish to hear from the youth." Ash said to her. She handed him the slip of paper in a kind of concession. "You never seem to get tongue tied around those you know how to outwit, do you Ketchum?" Brock mused from the side, "Although I would like to look at Misty's grades, since you can't even talk straight to her."
Ash fumed, and Brock grinned. "I talk better, and about more serious things with her than anyone Brock." Ash exclaimed. he was back to his old self. "Serious things. like the dance coming up at the end of the month?" Brock asked still amused. Ash looked at Brock in shock. 'Shit! Busted.' Ash mentally kicked himself in the ass before he continued to talk to Brock. "Look, on that note Brock. I might be taking a girl, but I'd need to go with an older girl if I was going to get into the dance. Could you talk to me about this later tonight?" He asked, and then walked out before the stunned Brock could answer. Mrs. Allison only chuckled. 'Ash was thinking things through for once.' She though amused by the boy.
Once outside the school Ash withdrew one of his oldest pokemon in it's pokeball and hurled it onto the school lawn. "Pidgeot I choose you!" He crowed as the ball erupted in red light releasing the winged wonder. He had gotten Pidgeot back after he began school again over a year ago. The road between Pallet and Pewter required a flying type, and Ash had been quick to obtain his Pidgeot as it was his best airborn ride. Then again, he wasn't headed to Pallet. "Pidgeot." He said softly as he petted the birds soft feathered neck, "You want to go see Misty again?" Pidgeot squaked at this, but not for the reason you might think.
Making it to Cerulean city in under twenty minutes required it to break the sound barrier, and that always gave the bird a cheap thrill. Ash smiled as Pidgeot lowered itself to it's knees, and Ash got on it's back. Gripping tight he shoughted out in a loud yell and the two were off. Brock had watched them go, and only took slight pleasure in noticing the town they were headed to. Ash was going to see Misty after school again. He laughed and got back to office work.
Misty Waterflower was taking the days attendance to the main office of Cerulean city for her last class of the day, and she strayed outside the main school doors as the bell rang releasing school only ten minutes later. She saw an ominous shadow pass overhead, and she walked out to the practice football field behind the parking lot to meet her guest. After a small adventure with a few cars, and a powerful gust attack weeks ago, she had found out that Pidgeot wasn't used to the city again yet. The two teens had agreed to meet at the football field ever since.
She wandered onto the field, and she laughed as she saw Ash burying his head in Pidgeot's soft neck feathers. The bird adored Ash so much it came back to him after over a year apart, and Ash loved that bird as well. She jumped out of her revelry when a little yellow mouse poked it's head out of her jacket she was wearing over her sailor fuku. It was a ominous jacket that used to be worn by a certain pokemon master, a title Ash had earned before their year of training was up. The little Pichu squeked in delight to see it's serigant father and jumped up to Misty's shoulder in a fashion it's mother mimicked nearby on the other teens shoulder.
Pikachu had come home to Ash sometime after his return home, and later they had found out she was pregnant. When she refused to battle and hid away with Delia for a few days Ash finnaly figured it out. Pikachu had delivered a litter of three baby Pichus days later, and Misty was shocked when Ash had insisted that Misty take one. He had felt she needed a pokemon that could deal with her Psyduck properly. "Hi Ash." She said happilly as he had lifted his head when the first soft cry of 'Pichu!' rang through the air. "Hiya Mist." He said greeting her with a smile of his own. He had worn his school uniform as well, but unlike Misty he had already changed out of it partially. He still had the black pants on, but he had put the black long sleeve shirt around his waste. He still had his hat on backwards, and Misty thought he looked pretty cute with his tight black tee on as well. Ash had grown considerably in his early teens, and he had recently put some muscle on as well when Brock got him into the Pewter city football team.
This of course was no small task for a twerp freshman. She laughed as she remembered going to his first starting game. He had played at defensive end, and the quarterback had just laughed at him. When the insult twerp was thrown though, Ash had demonstrated how a tackle attack should be demonstrated with a rather bit of excessive force. She wished Cyndaquill had been out to take notes. One of the Pewter players managed to grab the fumble before it flew through the endzone after the sack at the thirty yard line.
Ash looked at her curiously and she just sighed happilly. "I was remembering your first football game." Misty explained, "O.k. twerp?" Ash seemd to grow angry at the name, but then he recalled the day in question and broke out laughing. "Hey Misty could you come with me to Pallet today?" He asked her suddenly deadpan. She agreed with a nod of the head, and she took out Noctowl. Ash had leant the bird to her about a year ago when he put Pidgeot back in his front six. It was pratically hers now, but it was considered a loan. She expected to get to Pallet in less than a half an hour. It turns out Ash's pokemon were up to that challenge as twenty five minutes later they were greeting Delia at Ash's front door.
"Hello honey!" Delia chirped at her teenager, "Hello to you two Misty it's so nice to see you. I take it Ash had an argument with Mr. Bearnstein again?" Misty and Ash just exchanged a look and smiled. Ash had told Misty about it in flight, and Pichu had even piped up in joy when Ash had explained how he told off the old grump. Misty then turned to Ash. "I forgot to tell you Ash, I decided on a name for Pichu. Since you call the other two Pichu and Pi-two I thought I would give this little gal a proper name. That way her mother wouldn't get upset." Pikachu ignored Ash's surprise with a good natured yip of 'Pika-pi!'. 'Misty always had more common sense than Ash.' Pikachu mentally noted for what would have to be the twelve hundreth time. "Well what did you name the little one?" Ash asked. It was her pokemon, and she could name it what she wanted after all. "Since she is always popping up out of my pocket, and since she is a good color for it. I decided to call her Poppy." Misty said with delight, and Pikachu was very happy with the name as well.
Ash grinned, and Delia smiled even broader. "I guess Misty could make a good mother when she gets older if she is so good with Poppy, eh Ash?" Delia asked, and she noticed Ash turn a bright red. "I don't really notice that stuff mom." Ash said and kicked at some dirt on the ground. "Oh come on Ash!" Misty said antagonizing the boy, "You've said yourself I'm good with her, and you even made that comment when I was bringing Togepi up for all that time." Delia smiled knowingly at the two, and Ash just turned a deeper shade of red. "Anyway Misty, I'll get ya what I needed from inside then we should go." Ash said, he was quick to escape the situation. He left Pikachu with Misty, Delia, and Poppy and quickly entered the house. A minute later he returned with a set of Pokeballs. "Let's go Misty!" He called to his friend, and the two took off towards the far end of Pallet where the beach was. Ash was grinning all the way. Today he would ask her.
~Fin.
So whatya think? The idea with the Pichu came from another writer who has sparked my curiosity into the relm of Pokemon. I thank her for this little creative spurt, even though I have a million other things I should be writing at the moment. Next chapter involves a 'Red Gyrados' and a 'Slow Dance'. What could possibly tie the two together? Well I write strange storys, so wait patiently while I write it out. Until next time!