Author's Note: Because of a certain viewer's request, I'll be doing the Teachshipper that has been on my poll meaning Ash/Becky.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or Pani Poni Dash

When Spunk Collides

Chapter 1: Young Habits, Old Eyes

"Ma-ho!" shrilled the energy of a girl at a school. The school was pretty large in scale, preferably a high school. Ah, a nameplate had been spotted at the front gate. Momotsuki Academy? Japan? The halls were of normal American high schools but the door label were not. There was a blue-haired girl with a cowlick running recklessly throughout the school until she reached a sliding door with "1-C" on the sign above. She wore a yellow schoolgirl top and a blue plaid skirt to match. "Good afternoon!" The classroom was pretty much emptied...except for a blond little girl in a lab coat, about ten who didn't seem to react to the blue-haired. She studied the kid's body. Shaky muscle spasms, dilated pupils, empty gripped knuckles...don't say that the kid's on some sort of controlled substance. The blue-haired got to the kid, concerned about what she did to herself. "Hey, Becky! Himeko's here!" Not the best approach by screaming into the kid. Out of some sort of high, or something, Becky got a bit angered about Himeko's entrance.

"What do you want, Himeko?" she steamed. Himeko didn't act afraid of Becky fuming.

"Oh, come on, Becky, I was worried about you." Funny way of showing worry. "What, did you see a dead bunny on the road?" Becky, an animal lover?

"I don't think Becky is into animals as much as you-know-who in 1-D," sounded from another teen girl. She turned to a redhead in red rimmed glasses, wearing the same schoolgirl outfit as Himeko, but had a lime green sweater over her top. Himeko defended her belief that roadkill was spotted and that a bunny may have triggered Becky's nervousness.

"Miyako, Becky had Mesousa, which is a bunny, itself." On cue, a small white bunny, walking like any human and bearing a red scarf around its neck, came out from hiding. Seeing the bunny, named Mesousa, Miyako rewound Himeko's guess having some sort of truth.

"Point aside, I highly doubt it's roadkill that Becky's in the shivers. Hell, last night, I chatted with someone from Wisconsin about how how a family cat brought in a dead bunny on Easter Sunday, only to have one of his cousins bawling uncontrollably. He even bragged that his family had been known to raising hunting cats." Hunting dogs would be normal but hunting cats? "Anyway, I think it's a little more serious like her sister was injured or killed in a horrendous act of violence." Okay, anyone wanna dispute that? Someone disagreed with Miyako's guess and she wanted to be known.

"The sister is alive and well," mouthed a raven-haired buxom teen wearing a pair of steel-rimmed glasses and sporting...a uniform of her own. Miyako and Himeko twisted to see the new addition to the discussion. "Although, I gotta say, I do find it humorous with the Easter incident." Himeko eased up to greet the new girl as Miyako wondered on her feeling on this case.

"Good afternoon, Rei," Himeko greeted.

"Well, what's your take?" Miyako asked. Rei lined up an answer that she believed was causing Becky's meltdown.

"It's a common calamity with teachers like forgetting about some of the teachings that were given to them in college," she theorized. "Of course, Becky is a graduate from MIT at the tender age of ten and this is her first year as a teacher." Becky smacked her head on the desk, disapproving the guesses that the three girls, though educational. Seeing that, Rei realized her guess was off. "Then again, I could be wrong." Himeko and Miyako thought so, as well, but they were anxious for the truth.

"Come on, Becky, tell us," Himeko bellowed for an answer.

"What's troubling you?" Becky rose her head, a painful red bruise on her forehead showing.

"Let's just say, I learned the birds and the bees a little too visually," she sobbed. The birds and the bees? Visually? Himeko acted like she had no idea on that, but the same couldn't be said for Rei and Miyako since they pictured what Becky got to see. However, Himeko was the first to speak and what she photoed was anything but what anyone else believed.

"I don't get it," she blanked. "Bees have a hard time getting on a bird due to its feathers, much less sting one, and I doubt birds could eat bugs, including bees." Now that's a long-winded explanation of the wrong thing. For that...POW! Rei decked her head with an overhead punch. Back to the notice of "birds and bees," Rei and Miyako knew that there was one way she said it so innocently.

"Let me get this straight, Becky," Miyako spoke. "You saw a couple of students having sex on campus grounds?" Sex in school? Were they wearing protection? For Becky to witness sex, it had to have been a new experience for her like that.

"It wasn't the students," she clarified. "It was Mr. Saotome and Ms. Igurashi in the Teacher's Lounge!" Now, eyes became wider than heads as the girls were shocked to head this detail.

"Teachers having sex?" Rei shrieked. If disbelief wasn't present before, it sure was now. Rei turned her attention to the others, wanting to explain the situation. "I don't know if it's just me, but I think when she saw those two having sex, it brought up a painful memory of her presumably being raped. I think it's best if we drop the subject and ease her up the best we can." Becky, raped? Did a child molester mess up her life and seeing two teachers "doing the dirty" bring back such horrific memories?

"I had no idea that a man had that under his pants," Becky opened up. New detail presented, Miyako suddenly thought that it was the first time she's seen a man's package.

"I get it," she huffed. "She hadn't seen a man's penis before the incident, or knew the purpose of it's use with women." Someone might be getting the wrong idea from you, Miyako. Rei decided to point the warning out.

"Keep in mind, that may be us in a few years after we marry to men and are ready to bear children," Rei warned.

"Oh, yeah."

"But, now that I think about it, I'm kinda worried about Ms. Igurashi. If Mr. Saotome did do it, and apparently ejaculated inside her..." It was too much for Becky to bear. She stormed out of the classroom in fear and panic. The rest watched on, concerned that they may have scared her off. All that was said, it was apparent that the talk of adultery was a bit excessive to hear about.

"I think you guys went a little too far with that explanation of birds and bees," Himeko pointed out. Rei and Miyako had to feel shame for that discussion on sex, of all things.

"What can we say? It's normal for someone to understand forms of human nature sooner or later." Probably, but in Beckys case...too little, too late, now that she's seen it in action. At a different area of the school, there was a room which was labeled "MIYAMOTO RESEARCH ROOM." Inside, poor Becky had teared up pretty badly. The stress of seeing two teachers engage in a passionate gathering of private body parts and connections of such.

"Why?" she woefully cried. "Why did I see it?!" She was forced? Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, but Becky was too shook-up to see anyone. "Go away!" Whoever it was didn't go away. Opening the door, a darkened blond in...you guessed it, the same uniform, walked inside, eying the distraught Becky. She walked over and placed a shoulder on Becky's shoulder.

"I heard what happened," she murmured. "It's nothing to be upset about. They're just falling for each other." To this girl, it was about two people consenting to each other. Even that didn't sit well with Becky.

"Get outta here, Kurumi! Leave me alone!" Spooked, Kurumi jumped back a few feet, but tried to stand her ground.

"Jeez, Miss Miyamoto, you don't have to snap like that!" Ah, so this was Becky's research facility. "I'm just trying to help!" She began to ease herself, acknowledging that she couldn't control the outcome.

"I'm sorry, Kurumi. I guess hearing about sex was a bit much for me to absorb." Kurumi had no hard feelings toward the blowup, ploying on the occurrence in the Teacher's Lounge.

"I'm not worried about it. When the time comes, things like those will become common ground. Besides, if it hindered you that much, talk to my psychiatrist." She handed a blue business card to Becky, hoping that she would be fine with the future. This business card was like a calling card for someone like her with the issue that blotted her mind with all that confusion and frustration. However, would it help or hurt her?

"I'm gonna need some time to get my mind clear. I'll call Old Geezer to substitute for me until my head defogs. Who knows, for a boring girl, you do bring up some useful items." Kurumi was pleased to be helping Becky, but what did she mean by substituting? Was she a teacher? "In the meantime, you should get home. Don't wanna worry your parents, right?"

"Right." Kurumi exited the room, set on her way back to her home. This was a trying day for Becky as she leaned back on her chair, swaying it back like a rocker. Holding the card that Kurumi handed over to above her eyes, she wondered if maybe she should consider the offer of seeing a shrink.

"I never got told the birds and the bees before I went to MIT, and not when my professor was with me that love could be around the corner. Still, visiting a psychiatrist might be beneficial to my mental state." She tossed the card on her desk, presumably daydreaming something. "Maybe it's a sign that I may meet a boy that I might be falling for, myself." Love, she snapped herself out of that loop. "What am I thinking? I'm a teacher! My care for students come first!" She threw a clay-hardened cup into a wooden attic door, breaking a hole into it. Oops... Becky realized it. Now, she had to fix it. However, curiosity befell her. "You know, I was wondering what the heck was up there. Glad Ichijo wasn't sucked up there." She grabbed a ladder and climbed to the top, peering her head through the hole. Suddenly, she saw something. "What the heck?" She crawled up into the attic. Then, silence. In a woods, during the night due to the dark skies, a tree began to shake. Then, out of a cubbyhole in that tree... "Whoa!" Becky screamed as he flew out of there. She did a couple of rolls before resting on her back on the grass. She rose to her feet, brushing off the dirt from her body, tie-dye t-shirt and jeans. She observed her surroundings. "Am I outside?" Before she could ponder more, splashes echoed. Water. She rushed to the sound, curious to know who was up at this time. She arrived at a lake, which looked as blue as the midday clear sky. Okay, the full moon illuminated the water. That's when she saw someone, splashing his face. A raven-haired boy, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. One look at his face, spotting bags, revealed that he was tired. Why couldn't he just go to ?

"Why can't I go to sleep?" he complained to himself. "I only need to get my last badge to get to the Silver Conference, but I need to be at my best. Even Misty warns me about that." Misty? It seemed like Becky wasn't the only one with issues. Now, this boy had problems. What for?

TO BE CONTINUED...