Hey my awesome readers!

I recentlydiscovered the best author ever. She's KittyKatLovesBooks.

I love her writin style, anD I want to try to imitate it in a (several chapter) flufflet dedicated to her and her awesome writing skills.

Without further ado,

Here it is!

"…Hey Ash!" Dawn called, gesturing to the following poster:

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~~~| Pokémon Beauty Show! ~~~
~~~One day only! Only for the TOP Coordinators!~~~

Narrator: Our heroes were journeying to Ash's home through Kanto after Ash had challenged the Pokémon League. That day they had arrived in beautiful Fuchsia City on their way and decided to spend the day there.

"I'm gonna check it out!" The blunette called, striking a pose. "I've polished up my Pokémon's Beauty stats for the upcoming Contest and now I'm ready to show off our stuff! Wanna come, boys?"

"I'll go!" Brock volunteered. "I can enter Vulpix and check out all the skilled Pokémon!"

"Not to mention their cute trainers, huh?" Dawn teased. "How about you, Ash? You coming?"

Ash knew exactly what was going to happen. He could see it in his head already: a huge runway parading with pretty Pokémon, then a photo session lasting hours with him asleep in the back of the studio, then a makeup session and another photo shoot…

"Nah, I'll go beachcombing instead" he offered. Dawn answered with a shrug.

"Alright! See yah!" she called, giving him a wave and setting off toward the building with the banner on it, Brock in tow.

Ash quickly became bored with beachcombing, so he decided to go swimming. Going off to a less crowded strip of beach a bit further, he dove into the cold water, passing by all the signs heedlessly.

WARNING! Tentacruel territory. Wading only!

ATTENTION! Never swim without a partner!

TENTACRUEL TERRITORY! Stay out of deep water!

Pikachu at his heels, Ash never even saw the signs in his rush to cool off on that hot summer day. Pikachu preferred to stay in the shallow waters, while the raven-haired boy swam out to deepwater, seeing a few Corsola playing on the bottom.

He felt a small twinge of sadness. Misty. Misty had always loved Corsola.

He decided to dive down to see the Corsola, maybe find a dropped piece of the coral on their backs. It would feel like a memento of Misty to him.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly swam down to the bottom. It was pretty deep, three or four yards down, and it was beautiful. The ocean shimmered around him, and he could see little flocks of Lumineon swimming so close he could practically touch them.
He felt that twinge again. The ocean water made him think of Misty's eyes, not-quite-green yet not-quite-blue.

The Corsola scattered as he came down toward them, however. Ash wondered why they were scared. Surely they saw a lot of divers down here.

There! Ash spotted a piece of coral as thick as his two fingers and maybe six inches long. Perfect!

He quickly grabbed it, and, feeling his air was running out, quickly directed himself toward the surface, propelling himself upwards, hampered by the object he clutched in his hand.

Suddenly, he felt something wrap around his ankle and pull him down, stopping him from reaching the surface. Looking down, he saw a large Tentacruel.

Oh, so that's why the Corsola ran away he thought vaguely, his head spinning from lack of air. I guess I should too… ha, ha… I can't, I've got this thing latched onto my ankle... Everythingswam around murkily in his oxygen-deprived mind.
The water seemed a strange reddish tint and black spots were erupting in front of his eyes, but he felt happy, strangely wasn't sad. Why should he be? Misty would be waiting for him on the shore, shouting at him for annoying the Tentacruel.
What he didn't realize was that there was a poison sting in the tentacle that had caught him.
And even the Tentacruel didn't realize that the venom he had just injected into his lunch was specialized through evolution totemporarily flood the victim's brain a wave of with endorphins, keeping it happy and therefore still, and- if by some miracle it got away- it contained a slow poison, lethal to most living things (except Snorlax and other Tentacruel). All it knew was that his lunch would be nice and still as he took it home.

Ash's last thought was that at least he hadn't lost the coral ("It's so nice, I bet Misty will like it…") as his spinning mind slowlyfaded to black.

Duh duh duhhhhh

Cliff hanger!

R&R? Should I continue this? Is it good?

Am I good with this style?