Bleh, this is my first fan fiction that I'm posting, but I'll add a few rules:
One. Reviews are highly recommended, I demand at least one review in order to advance the story.
Two. Flames will just be used to burn marshmallows, since I enjoy burnt marshmallows. That, and they'll be used to destroy Palletshipping bashers.
Three. There MAY be a lemon in later chapters… I just need to learn how to write one.
And finally, four. Yes, I am twelve. Yes, I am a fan of yaoi. DEAL WITH IT, PEOPS!
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There he was, the only one that infuriated me like he did. Of course, I never showed it; it was hard enough trying to figure out whether or not it was ethical to feel the way I did about the stupid, stuck up, overconfident bastard.
OK, maybe that's a bit harsh. He wasn't stupid, or stuck up. Just overconfident. Either way, it didn't excuse the fact that I had… weird dreams about him. Really weird dreams that I probably shouldn't have had, and in fact, had I been normal, they would've been about girls. As it was, I figured it was just teenage hormones getting the best of me, but thing was… I'd been dreaming about him since I was ten, and he was seven.
It made me quite confused, let me assure you, dear readers. Me, at ten years old, infatuated over him, Satoshi. Me, SHIGERU HIMSELF, wanted to make him moan in pleasure while he, Satoshi, was SEVEN.
Let me tell you, I was not a pretty sight when I woke up from those dreams, frightened like shit, eyes wide, face pale, sweating. I had no idea what it meant. Dear god, even now I'm still disgusted with myself, especially since, after puberty, I nearly had to physically restrain myself from luring him out, away from his friends, then pinning him down and… well… Yeah.
That happened often in my dreams. Sometimes I never even made it past his friends, which were different from the ones he traveled with three years later, Takeshi and Kasumi. They were about his age; in fact, I was his oldest friend by about a year. Let me tell you, that embarrassed me somewhat, hanging out with a bunch of little kids. I wasn't embarrassed about Satoshi, no; I was embarrassed about the other kids, especially since sometimes I wanted to go over to their houses at night and gut them with a tea spoon.
Naturally, I never told my mother this. Like that would be a pleasant conversation. 'Hey, mom? I had a lovely day today. I figured out what made Azurill evolve; not just happiness. Oh, by the way, you know Satoshi? Well, when he was seven and I was ten I had dreams about fucking him. Love you!'
Yeah. I can't imagine Mother not freaking out about that, can you?
Anyways, this is off topic. Why am I writing this? Well, mainly because I'm trying to tell you to trust your instinct-
OK, who the HELL is writing this script?! You know, this just took away from the seriousness of the mood, Lock, you bastard!