Author's Notes: Hello, readers. I've decided to try my hand at a Pokemon fanfic. We'll see how it goes. This will be my first story rated 17+ for some language and sexual content. ON WITH THE FIC!

Chapter Summary: When the group finds out about a talent show, all but Ash signs up. However, Ash secretly signs up after a talk with someone close to him.

Ch. 1: His Brother

Our heroes are relaxing at Goldenrod City one night when Brock spots something interesting on the Pokemon Center bulletin board: the LilyCove Pokemon Center is going to have a talent night for trainers!

"Oh, wow!" Already Misty was starry eyed. "I love talent shows!"

"Yeah, me too! I know just what to sing!" Similar to Misty, Brock had hearts in his eyes and was slightly drooling.

Ash looked skeptical. "I dunno, guys. I don't really have a talent-"

"Not true," said Misty. "You have such a thick skull, you could break cinder blocks." she continued, causing Brock and herself to crack up in laughter. Even Pikachu, currently perched on Ash's head, had to stifle a giggle. Ash, who wanted revenge, shot back.

"Well, you know what? You're so scrawny, your talent can be to hula-hoop through a Cheerio!"

And so another fight begins. Pikachu had to jump off his master's head to avoid getting hit by Misty's mallet. Finally, Ash surrendered, looking like he had been thrown out of a car going 60 miles per hour. Brock was in shock. He had never seen one of their fights end so quickly. He wondered if Ash gave in too soon.

After checking into their rooms at the Pokemon Center and dropping off all of their Pokemon, the trio saw that there was a sign up-sheet for the talent show there for early contestants. They jotted down what they were going to do: Brock signed to sing, and Misty signed up to do the same thing except she was going to sing more than one song and she was going to dance to some. Brock and Misty looked at Ash, who was waiting for them to finish, although it seemed that the other two were waiting for him to start.

"Ash, are you sure that you don't want to?" Brock asked. Ash simply shook his head.

"Nah, it would be a waste of my time. I'd rather be cheering you on from the crowd." While he was saying this, he noticed that Misty looked a little depressed. "Hmm? What's wrong Mist?"

Hoping that Ash didn't see her blush, she spoke up. "Oh, nothing, Ash. Just trying to focus on the show."

"Right now? It's in three days. You got plenty of time."

Misty was beginning to get nervous. "Look, I just need to focus, okay? So butt out, will ya?" Misty quickly walked passed Ash and back to their room. Ash and Brock look at each other and shrugged.

"Eh. Women. Who knows what's going through their heads?" Brock asked. Ash remained silent. "Well, I'm off to my room. Laters, Ash." he waved as he headed off in the direction that Misty went. Ash went to a booth by the window, still silent, and sat down. He appeared to be deep in thought, something that nobody has ever seen him even try to attempt. He put his head down, breathing deeply and slowly, and staying in that position for half an hour. Suddenly, he jerked his head up, eyes flashing, and went straight for a videophone. It was late so there wasn't many people still at the center.

'I hope he answers,' thought Ash as he reached into his pocket for a device that he hadn't used for six years. It was a compass looking object with symbols around the rim and an arrow-pointed dial in the middle. Ash turned the dial to one of the symbols, a glowing black eye with trendils flowing from it. He attached to the back of the videophone and the screen turned white, then revealing the symbol that he had chosen before the screen turned pitch black again.

A few seconds later the screen came back to life, revealing a young man in his late teens with a goatee wearing a black shirt and dark jeans. He appeared to be taller and tanner than Ash, and ,interestingly, had an cloth wrapped over his left eye (though he was wearing glasses). The guy's black hair was even more unruly than Ash's if not the same. The guy rubbed his chin and his eyes widen as he finally recognized his caller.

"Ashy-dude, that you?"

Ash chuckled at his old nickname. "Hey Marcos. Long time, no see or hear."

Marcos narrowed his uncovered eye. "Hell, yeah, it's been a frickin' long time! It's been six years, and not a word from my little bro since you left, man. At least I called y'all once a week when I was on my journey!"

Ash sighed. Marcos is worried about him, but he wouldn't show it. "Okay! Okay, I'm sorry I never called-"

"Or visited."

"Or visi-"

"Or sent a postcard."

"Or sent a-"

"Or even wrote a single letter."

"You have a point in this or what?"

The older teen chuckled as he answered. "Nope. To be honest, I don't mind. I was, eh heh, busy when you called."

Confused, Ash was about to ask when an extremely attractive blond girl wearing only her bra and panties came onto the screen. She gave Marcos a kiss on the lips.

"Hey Superman," the blond said to her boyfriend. "Who are you talking to this late at night?"

" Hey Debbie, you 'member my little bro, Ash, right?" Marcos introduced her to the boy on the other side of the monitor and world.

"Ashy, is that you? Well, haven't you grown up nice and handsome!"

"Uh, hiya, Debra," said Ash uneasily. It may have been six years since they first met, but he remembered just how hot Debra was. True, his heart is and always will be stuck to a certain redhead, but still…Debbie's hot.

"Anyway," Ash continued, trying to regain his composure, "Debbie, can me and my brother talk in private please?"

Debbie pouted. "Aww, why can't I be in the conversation with the big strong guys, hmm?" She made sure that her 'assets' were in perfect view of both teens. Ash was on the verge of changing his mind when his brother intervened.

"Now, Debs, if Ashy-dude wants to talk to me in private, he needs to talk about some guy stuff."

"And what if I wanna stay?" she questioned, stroking one of Marcos' legs. At this point, Ash began to look away. It wasn't that he didn't know what was happening…but come on: it's his brother getting it on.

"I'll make it up to you. Romantic dinner. Candlelight. Roses on the bed," Marcos suggested each one with a kiss. Ash wanted to gag. He never knew that his bro was a closet romantic.

Debbie couldn't resist. "All right, but only if you 'make it up to me' when you're done talking to Ashy," Debbie winked and left the screen. Marcos told her to wait on the bed. Her response was to throw her bra at him. Looking at the silky material and putting it on the floor, Marcos returned his attention to his brother, who still had his back turned.

"Hey, you can look now, my friend."

Ash turned around at his amused brother and grinned sheepishly.

Suddenly Marcos looked serious. "Ash, do you still have your abilities?"

Ash nodded, getting as serious as the other young man.

"Good, because the E.G.'s have contacted me. They think there's a disturbance in both of our elements."

Ash blanched. "Weeelll…"

"When's the last time you used them?"

"Uh," Ash fidgeted with his fingers, "when I last went over."

Marcos smacked his forehead and pulled his hair. "Dammit Ash! You need to keep using them on a regular basis! At least once every three months!"

Ash looked down "I'm sorry, Marcos, but my friends-"

"Lemme guess," Marcos folded his arms, "they don't know?"

Ash sighed. "No…but it's time they do."

"Great!" Marcos exclaimed, "it's time that they-"

"And I want them to meet you, and I want them to see us fight!"

"-know it's good to tell them the truth-little bro say que?" Marcos looked confused. Ash just looked at his brother, confidence radiating from his eyes. The older boy shrugged. "Oh well. It your ass that'll get kicked."

Ash laughed, although there's was a much bigger chance of Marcos being right than being proven wrong. "Okay then. You'll come over tomorrow?"

Marcos nodded and clapped his hands. "So, what do I really owe this long overdue call to?"

Ash started to answer back, but he found himself stuttering to the point that he couldn't even make out what he was trying to say. One minute, he had successfully avoided the main topic, and the next his confidence was out the window. After five minutes of stuttering, Marcos once again intervened.

"Lemme guess. It's about a girl; you like the girl; you don't know if she likes you back, and you want to tell her in the best way you can, am I right?"

Ash just stared at his brother with his jaw open. Marcos just shook his head. 'I'm that damn good,' he thought to himself.

"Ash, here's some advice: don't just make to where only she likes the situation and leaves you hanging out to dry, or vice versa. Make it to where both of you are having a good time. When the right moment comes, you'll know, little bro."

"Thanks, Marcos. Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure."

"When did you know that Debra was the one?"

Marcos once again rubbed his chin before he replied. "I guess when I sang to her 'Kryptonite' by Three Doors Down was when I knew I was in love with her."

Suddenly another idea popped into Ash's head; one that was better than the first. "Marcos, bring Debbie back here. She needs to hear this next part." His brother agreed and called Debra back to the screen. Then Ash realized something: Debbie threw Marcos her bra when he left. "Wait! Debbie put a-"

Too late.

And there was Debra in all of her natural beauty. Her breasts were so beautiful they would probably kill Brock if he ever saw them.

"Ahh…giving me a preview, huh?" Marcos teased as he ran his fingers up and down her tight abdomen, making her giggle girlishly.

"Marcos, frickin' cover her up, man!" Ash hissed. He did not want Nurse Joy to walk in and see this situation.

"Done," said Marcos. His solution wasn't really helping the situation.

Ash looked in disbelief. "You just put your hands over her boobs, you crazy fool!"

"Now, now, Ashy," Debbie said, making sure to use his embarrassment to her 'advantage', "The sooner you tell us what you want to tell us, the faster I get off-screen."

Although he didn't want to admit it, the topless blonde had a point. "Okay. You know how Marcos sang to you, right?"

"How could I forget? He captured my heart." she giggled uncontrollably as Marcos slightly squeezed his hands. "And he captured other things as well."

"Okay. Ignoring the last part," Ash continued, "I want to sing for her, too."

"Well, ain't you sweet?" Marcos joked. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well…" Ash held out the word for dramatic effect. "I was thinking something that we could all do together."

The other two stared at Ash with disbelief. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Ash simply nodded. "It's time we bring Random Gears back!"

"Yes! Now that's what I'm talking about! My guitar's been dying to play some serious stuff. And Debra drum set's need to be banged on, not to mention these drums," he added as he squeezed again, making her moan.

After clearing his throat to make sure they stop before they really begin, Ash explained the details of his situation. Marcos and Debbie nodded when they understood everything.

"Got it. You want us to get Danny, Phil and Joey?"

"Of course! We need a bass and keyboards and rhythmic drums, man! I'll see y'all tomorrow?"

"Got it, though we might arrive in the afternoon. We're gonna, heh heh, 'sleep late' tonight." Debra said as she got off of Marcos and went off screen again. Ash was about to say something when something smacked Marcos in the face. Upon closer inspection, it was her panties. Both teens were looking at the panties when Ash spoke up.

"Dude, you're in love with a kinky girl."

"Not just that, but I'm gonna propose to a kinky girl," he pulled out a ring with a beautiful diamond on it.

Ash's eyes grew wide. "Whoa! Go for it, bro!"

"Thanks, Ash." The black-clad guy looks off screen and his eye widened. "I believe I just saw my cue for signing off," he said as he turned back towards Ash.

"Debbie on the bed?"

Marcos just smiled. "See you tomorrow. But right now," suddenly he started to sing, "your brother's 'bout to have some seeeeex! Out!" And with that, the screen went blank.

Ash got from his seat and stretched his legs. He realized that he had been on the videophone for an hour and a half. Hoping that Misty hadn't locked the room yet, he walked hastily to his room. However, he stopped right before he got to the elevator that would take him to his room. He went back to the lobby and headed straight for the counter. Grabbing the sign-up sheet and a pen that was still there, he wrote down 'Random Gears' and put it back, finally ready for a good night's sleep.

Or so he thought…

Author's Notes: Okay, before you even ask: yes, Marcos is based on me. The major difference from my fictional copy and I is that I'm not sexually active (I vowed abstinence) and I would probably don't have the guts to do that with a woman if I didn't love them. Debra is based on my ex, and no, I wasn't like that with her (well…not all the time, anyway…and not to that extreme either…). The name 'Random Gears' was something that came to me: the band's specialties are cover songs, and they can play a variety of genres, from Killswitch Engage to Jason Mraz to Nickelback to Alan Jackson to Slipknot and so on, so they can perfectly match the song (in other words, they have a variety of 'gears' to match what they want). No, I cannot play the guitar, though I do own an acoustic and a saxophone. I'll answer the other questions like 'how are they brother?' and such in the following chapters.

Allow me to give y'all a little spoiler: When Ash goes back to his room, he finds Misty in a position that he will never forget (and he's not gonna want to forget it, either!). This chapter took me about an hour and a half to write, and it was intentionally meant to be a later chapter for my other Pokemon story 'Musical Muse', but it grew into this and I decided to make another story! Please share your reviews and let me know what you think. Also...LEAVE. A. REVIEW.

Until next time…

NIGHT SHADE

P.S.

I'm going to start to writing crossover stories as well and continuing these AAML stories. So far, I have decided two things to base it on: The Legend of Zelda and Super Smash Bros.! If you have any suggestions or advice for these next stories, feel free to e-mail me at the above address.

Until next time…