An update! :) I feel kinda burdened about writing this story now, since people said they loved it, and now I think this chapter is reeeally bad. Please don't kill me if you don't like it :( Um...try to enjoy?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Another Cinderella Story or Pokémon, I'm just simply mashing them together.
Chapter 2
My 'Cinderella'
Red entered the mansion with much difficulty, due to carrying the stuffed bags with ingredients for the dinner party, and also he couldn't ride his bicycle to the massive house, so he was seriously tired.
But his stepsisters immediately pounced on him as soon as he entered. Red stopped, and tried to wiggle out of the situation. "I have crab puffs to make."
"Then I guess you know who's coming over." Lorelei countered. "It's just your crush, it's just Green Oak!" Misty barely contained her squeal as she said his name.
Red remembered the battle class and fought back a blush as he replied back, "I don't have a crush on Green Oak." He tried to step forward again, but they were persistent. "Oh no? Then what's this?"
Lorelei grabbed Red by the arms and shoved him down on the couch, each stepsister sitting by him so he was trapped. Misty turned on the TV, and an image of a young Red appeared on the flat screen.
"Hi, I'm Red. And I'd like to send this video to Green Oak, because he's so strong!" Lorelei deviously smiled. "What's this? A freakish stalker with an embarrassing crush on Green?"
Misty cackled. "Snap!"
Red was horrified. "You went through my stuff!"
He started to stand up, but Misty yanked him back down. "Oh, just wait, it gets better."
Young Red picked up a Pokéball and called out a small Pichu. "This Pichu represents our connection, remember? I'll see you soon Green!"
He started to command his Pichu to do a weak Attract, and Misty and Lorelei burst out laughing horribly. Red just gritted his teeth. He didn't have a crush on Green, it was just some sort of weird friendship video he guessed that his younger self hallucinated that Green was his best friend.
"The Dork Prince." Lorelei declared, trying not to snort.
"Troll! He's a troll!" Misty laughed in realization.
Red leapt up and stole the DVD from the player, and the stepsisters stopped laughing to say in synchronization, "Oh, that's not our only copy."
They gasped in surprise. "Jinx! Give me your Vera Wang! No give me your Jimmy Choo!"
The sisters started to engage in a mini cat-fight and Misty shrieked. "Oww! Dad!"
Red rolled his eyes and just left to make the crab puffs.
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"Have another crab puff Ariana." Giovanni suggested. Ariana nodded, and reached over to grab another and chomped into it.
"Dad, she's been hungry, it's been over 40 minutes." Silver said in a monotone voice. Giovanni gave his son a small strict look.
"Silver's right, you asked me to be here, I'm here." Green said reasonably. "But 5 more minutes, and I'm out." He backed away from Misty, who was currently staring at him without blinking, for a full 10 minutes.
"I'm right behind you Green." Silver agreed, and shrugged when his father looked at him.
Giovanni sighed, and looked at Green. "Look Green. I know you and Lance have had your…differences. But try not to bring up the time when he dissed you on your grandfather's radio show."
"He said he didn't mean it." Ariana tried.
"How do you call someone overrated and not mean it?" Silver said in exasperation. "That's just disrespect."
"Shh." Giovanni quietly shushed his son. "Green. Doing this tag battle with Lance means that more challengers will come to your gym in search of the Earth Badge."
"L–look, Mr. Giovanni." Green interrupted. "No one has tried to take down Lance for real, they're all just test battles, because they want to see if Lance is really as gay as people say."
"I do think he's kinda gay." Ariana mumbled under breath, drinking her water.
Green heard her, and gestured towards her. "Thank you. Exactly what I'm talking about."
Silver let out a small chuckle, and fell silent as his father raised an eyebrow in his direction.
A booming laugh made Giovanni and Ariana stand up and make a quick bow to Lance, who was coming in with a majestic cape, as long as 8 feet.
"Hello, all these beautiful people." Lance chuckled, and made a quick bow to Giovvani.
"That's a magnificent cape you have there!" Ariana complemented. "Thank you, I'm thinking about using it for my next battle. It's a double battle, you know." Lance hinted.
Green just rolled his eyes, and leaned back in his chair. "Look Lance. I'm not doing the double battle with you."
Lance narrowed his eyes. "Drinks, we need drinks, Red!"
Red came in the room, carrying a few Cokes and Martinis to serve to the guests.
"I don't drink." Green stated flatly. Red gasped silently when he saw him, and hid his face behind the drinks. Green looked at Red, and scrunched his eyebrows together, he seemed familiar.
"Sure you don't," Lance said sarcastically. "But I drink, I drink a lot." He said, grabbing two of the three Martinis. Ariana snatched the other one away, and Red whispered to Giovanni that he'll get him one soon.
"So Green," Misty leaned closer to the gym leader. "Have you asked anyone to battle with you to the Masked Tournament?"
"You have crab puff, in your teeth, Mist," Lorelei interrupted. "You should really ask me, Green, I speak French, how about you?" Lorelei flirted, toying with Green's collar.
Green coughed into his water, and cleared his throat, gently shoving away Lorelei as he did. "Look, Lance, I'm kinda on a break right now, so—…"
"You must all be famished, first course Red!" Lance barked to the scarlet eyed boy, who had just fetched Giovanni his Martini. "Now!"
"Green would gladly take a break from his break." Giovanni intervened. "No, I would not, okay?" Green cleared up. "I'm actually focusing on school. Hanging with my friends, you know?"
"That's right." Silver said with a small grin. "The new Green Oak."
"Who are you?" Lance pointed at the ginger, almost knocking Red's plate full of shrimps dangerously to the side, Red walking to another person to serve.
Giovanni cleared his throat. "That is my son and mini-manager of Green Oak. I am his real—" Red's plate full of shrimps wavered dangerously as Giovanni flicked his napkin. "—manager."
"You have two managers?" Misty breathed heavily on Green, quite uncomfortably, if he must say.
"Apparently I do." Green sighed, slowly inching away from the girl.
"You must be a handful." Misty licked her lips. "Wanna make out?"
Green shook his head furiously. "This is why I didn't want to come today. You're all nuts."
"Either you can do the battle with me, or you can spend the rest of eternity fading away into nothing." Lance said, almost growling.
"Okay, I've had enough." Silver abruptly stood up, which also made Red's shrimp plate waver dangerously. "Green Oak is a man who needs to things his own way. He needs to keep it real."
Green smirked, proud of his friend for finally making a stand and not just being the silent teen he always was.
"So from here on out," Silver concluded. "I'm Green Oak's only manager."
Green smiled, and stood up. "Thanks for everything—!"
He had just stood up into Red, who had just about enough of having the plate waver dangerously, and so he just threw it towards the people dining (he tried to aim for Lance) and ended up falling to the ground with Green Oak landing on top of him.
"We keep meeting like this." Red coughed out a few salad leaves. Green chuckled, and picked a piece of shrimp out of his raven hair. "You have, uh, shrimp in your hair."
"Come on!" Green was picked up by the collar by Silver, and he also helped up Red, too.
Lance spat out a shrimp and stomped over to Red. "You will clean up all of this in 30 minutes!" Lance ordered. "And you're grounded! For 2 weeks!"
Lance fished a shrimp from his cape. "Ariana! Get back here!" He threw it at the bunch of red hair, and she stopped.
"Come on! Clean!" Lance ordered.
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"Gold, don't hate me, but," Red paused, leaning back into his armchair. "I don't want to go to the tournament."
Gold's eyes widened, and his shoulders slumped. "But I've been training and working on our outfits for the past 2 weeks!"
"I know, I know, but," Red snatched a cookie and started munching on it. "It's on Valentine's Day, and we won't even have dates. Plus everyone's gonna be wearing masks, and that's just weird."
"But that's good!" Gold protested. "We can both meet a handsome, mysterious stranger."
"But how do we know if he's handsome if he's wearing a mask?" Red countered, leaning forward.
"Uh, by how he battles." Gold shoved a cookie into his mouth. "Hot guys always battle the best."
"I don't even fit in here, my eyes creep everyone out." Red stated. "I'm just that one boy whose eyes are the devil. So why should I act like I do?"
"No one will know who anyone is. There's no such thing as not fitting in. If there's some guy you like, then he'll see the real you!" Gold exclaimed. "Not some fake you."
"Nice speech there, planning to run for president?" Red said sarcastically.
Gold sighed in exasperation. "You're going to the tournament."
Red started to protest, but checked his clock, and hurried out of the room. "I have to clean."
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"Faster." Lance mumbled, arching his back as the ladies massaged his back. "Give it a rhythm, make it a samba, like—" Lance clicked his tongue and hummed. "Ahhh…"
Misty and Lorelei came stomping in, both looking absolutely furious. "Father." Lorelei called.
"Ah, hello my little pretties." Lance murmured. "This is Joy, and Joy, and someone else." The pink- haired ladies smiled, and waved. "I'm thinking of making one of them my new mommy."
Lance opened his eyes. "I mean, your new mommy."
"Uh…" Misty trailed off. "We were just on our way to get mani's and pedi's for the tournament—"
"Which we heard Red talking about, FYI!" Lorelei interrupted.
"Okay…" Lance was still immersed in the massage that the ladies were giving him.
"As if he was planning to go, FYI!" Lorelei practically screamed.
Lance turned his head to the stepsisters, and tsked. "Oh, oh no, that won't do."
"Uh, you can make him, clean my room!" Misty suggested. "And my closet!" Lorelei chimed in. "I think something died in there…"
"No…" Lance trailed off, thinking. "I have a special place for him to clean."
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"Red." Lance approached the teen, who was currently on the floor, cleaning with a sponge and a bucket. "The girls are turning 16 next week, and—"
"Aren't they already 16?" Red said slowly, confused.
"Yes, and they'll keep turning 16 until I tell them to stop." Lance replied smoothly. "They're having a party and I want every room in this house to be spotless."
"But," Red stood up, a pleading look on his face. "Gold and I are going to the tournament tonight, and plus I've already cleaned every room in this house."
"Not," Lance paused for dramatic effect, and realization dawned on Red. "My bedroom."
They opened the door to his room, and Red gaped. "You-you're kidding me, right?"
"I'm clubbing with the Elite Four tonight, and it's my turn to throw the after party." Lance announced, dragging Red by the arm into his room.
"When I get back by midnight, this room will be pristine." Lance said, gesturing around the room.
"Lance, I'd need heavy equipment, for example, a flamethrower—" Red started to protest but Lance cut him off.
"Don't you get all sassy with me, smarty-pants." Lance sneered. "Or I'll revoke your school privileges. You can say goodbye to your trendy little friends, or shall I say, friend?" Lance cackled. "Little Mr-Not-So-Popular?"
He turned around to leave, throwing his head back in an evil laugh.
Red just sighed, and started to dial someone on his PokéGear.
"Gold, I can't go to the tournament tonight, pink-freak's making me clean his room." Red reported with yet another sigh.
Gold nearly choked on his granola bar. "You're in his lair? Is it really decorated with Dratini skin like they say?"
"Yes, and, yes, surprisingly he does." Red answered with a mortified expression. "But there's no way I'll finish in time."
Good thought for a second. "Wait, what if I—!"
"I can hear you talking to someone!" Lance bellowed. "No slacking off on the job!"
"Sorry, Gold, got to go." Red winced, and hung up.
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Red finally collapsed on the bed as he looked around the room in despair, wondering to himself, how in the world will he clean this up?
A rumbling to his side was brought to his attention, and he slowly rose, picking up a stray mop to poke the trembling mass of capes.
He poked it some more until he finally picked up his courage and shoved the pile of capes over to reveal…
"Pika?" Red said in delight. "I've been looking for you for over a week! So that's where you were!"
"Return!" The mouse Pokémon chirped in joy as it was finally returned to its rightful owner. The doorbell rung out the house, and Red walked over to answer the door, only to discover Gold standing there with two black bags, and a huge grin on his face.
Red groaned. "Please don't tell me those are our outfits to the tournament."
Gold's smile grew even wider. "So sad to say that it is indeed, our outfits!"
Red groaned again. "What part of 'pink-freak's making me clean his room' did you not understand?"
"All of it." Gold smiles when he sees Red's expression.
"But," The boy's golden eyes seemed to twinkle. "What would you say if I said that I could magically solve all of your problems?"
"I would say you're my hero," Red slowly said. "But there's no way you can!"
"Ta-da!" Gold stepped aside so that Red could see a van parked outside by their street with a slogan that said, 'SINNOH SERVICES.'
"You did this for me?" Red said in awe. "My cousin's husband knows someone." Gold announced proudly.
"Hello!" The old man came up to Red and shook his hand cheerfully. "You go to tournament, we clean!" Red's eyebrows rose in delight, and he smiled widely.
"No mess, too messy." The man proudly announced.
But when they entered the room, the old man protested. "This mess is too messy!"
"Just stay here until midnight, clean, and make sure no one finds out about you!" Gold pleaded, and the old man, after a moment's hesitation, agreed.
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"Maybe that's him?" Misty pointed to a rogue trainer, who had brown hair. "Or him? Or maybe—!"
"Green can battle, and win." Lorelei reminded. "When you see a guy who can battle, we'll have our man."
They were currently at the Masked Tournament, sitting in the spectator stands, watching the battlers.
Misty was wearing a side ponytail, and blue shorts, attached to red suspenders with a yellow shirt that revealed her stomach, and a decorative blue mask with water designs. Lorelei was wearing a short dress that looked as if it was a black top attached to a purple skirt and black high heels, with a white mask with what looked like icicles decorating it.
"Let me know when you find him." Blue's voice sounded out from behind the sisters. She was wearing a short, tight black dress that defined her figure, and white gloves, along with a simple black mask that sparkled.
"Blue! We were just looking for you!" Misty chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, I'm sure you were." Blue replied sarcastically. Lorelei sulked, seeing how they couldn't find Green secretly now.
"Nice dress!" Misty complemented. "Nice face." Blue said, lips curving into a nasty smirk.
Misty wanted to punch something right now.
"Good job, Sneasel." Silver returned his Pokémon to the Pokéball, and turned around to only see flocks of girls swarming around him.
He groaned internally, and smoothly avoided the girls until he saw Green congratulating his Pokémon for winning, and headed over to him.
"These stupid girls are all swarming around me." Silver mumbled. "Why did I ever let you talk me into this?"
"Aw, come on man!" Green protested. "This is good, you look sharp!"
"I guess." Silver was wearing a black jacket with red lines decorating it, and long black pants. For his mask, he wore a face mask with a creepy grinning face that honestly, scared the crap out of Green.
The gym leader was currently wearing a black t-shirt with a white fanny pack, and purple cargo pants. His mask was a light sea foam green that brought out his emerald eyes.
Silver looked over Green's shoulder, and his eyes widened behind his mask. "Well, it looks like I won't be fussed over now."
Red entered the room with Gold, laughing about something, but fell silent as everyone laid their eyes on him. He was wearing a red jacket with sleeves that cut off at the elbow, and blue jeans with red sneakers, and a red hat. He was wearing a simple white mask that made his eyes stand out.
Gold, on the other hand, was wearing his signature hat and goggles, with a red sweatshirt with tight black shorts, with silver shoes to top it off. His mask, was a decorative black that complemented his golden irises.
"Everyone's staring at me." Red mumbled, and tried to hide behind Gold.
"Calm down, let's just chill in the spectator stands." Gold said, and dragged him off.
"Who is that?" Silver said, stunned by the stranger in the black mask.
"I don't know." Green, truthfully, was stunned by the stranger in the white mask. "But I'm about to find out."
"Who's the troll who decided to go by their own rules?" Lorelei sneered. Misty cocked her head to her side. "I don't know, but…" Misty smiled. "He looks kinda cute."
Blue and Lorelei whipped their heads around to glare at the girl, and she immediately crumbled. "I-I mean, in a bad way…"
Green grabbed Silver, and led him to the stands, close to where the strangers were sitting. "Dude, what—?" Silver started to protest when Green started to take off his face mask. "Let's face it Silver," Green replaced it with a light blue mask. "That face mask makes you look damn creepy."
Green observed on how he looked, and nodded in satisfaction. He plopped down next to Red, and pulled Silver down with him. He smiled nervously, and jerked his head. "Hey."
Red's nervous scarlet eyes darted back and forth from the mysterious stranger's emerald eyes and the battles, and he mumbled, "Hi."
"You, uh, like to battle?" Damn it, Green, that was lame! Why else would he be at a tournament?
"Yeah?" Red sounded uncertain, and mentally punched himself for sounding so stupid. He held up a finger. "Excuse me for a second." He whipped around to whisper urgently to Gold. "What do I do?"
"I don't know, but say something." Gold whispered back. "He's kinda cute."
Red hesitantly turned back to Green, and asked, "So, what kind of strategies do you use during a battle?" Green perked up, and started to explain.
Silver saw his chance, and slowly slid next to Gold. "Hello."
The boy slightly flinched, but replied nervously, "Hey there. I…like your mask." Ugh, lame, why did you say that?
Silver silently made a reminder in his head to thank Green for changing his mask. "Thank you. Would you like to battle?"
Gold smirked. "You're on. Just you wait."
Silver stood up, and also smirked. "Well, then, shall we go?" Gold followed suit, and the pair sauntered down to the battlegrounds, where the two took out a Pokéball, and summoned their Pokémon.
"One-on-one?" Gold suggested, and Silver nodded. The golden eyed boy had taken out a Aipom, while Silver had his Sneasel.
The match started, and it was exhilarating. Aipom was fast, and hit hard with its Double Hit, but Sneasel was also quick, and quite sneaky when it hit with its Faint Attack. The two were evenly matched, a spectator would say, but in the end, Gold reigned victorious seeing how his Aipom had pulled off a Double Team at the last minute, and had fooled Silver into thinking that the fake was the real one.
"Good job." Silver encouraged the weakened Sneasel as he returned it to his Pokéball. "I've gotta say, you were really good."
Gold winked. "You weren't so bad yourself."
As they headed up the stands, Gold tried to strike up a conversation. "So, tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm like Green Oak's best friend." Silver bragged. "Uh-huh. So is that supposed to impress me?" Gold raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, maybe just a little." Silver chuckled, and Gold burst out laughing as well.
Green noticed the two coming up, and smiled. "It seems like our friends are getting along." Red smiled as well, and felt good that his friend had found a love interest.
"Hey, so do you," Red hesitated. "Do you, uh…"
"Hm?" Green raised his eyebrows in interest. "What is it?"
"Uh…do you, do you want to, uh…?" Red was blushing now, completely embarrassed by his stuttering.
"Hey," Green asked while smiling, deciding that he would save the other of embarrassment, even though that blush on his face was absolutely adorable. "Do you want to battle?"
Red hesitated, before breaking into a smile and nodding furiously. "Yes, I would love to battle."
Green smiled as well (again) and grabbed the masked boy's hand to drag him off to the battlegrounds. Red blushed furiously (again) and just hid his face behind his bangs on instinct. Green, was also fighting back a blush, as he registered the warmness of the hand he was currently grasping tightly.
Red took out a Pokéball, while Green did the same, and called out his Pokémon, a Pikachu, and Green an Eevee. Green couldn't help but feel as if he remembered that Pikachu from somewhere, the same too with Red and the Eevee.
Eevee may be very quick, and evasive, but Pikachu's electric attacks were deadly accurate, and hit right on target. It was a close match, and Green felt that jolt again, and remembered it from that battle class from a while ago.
He was about to shout out that he was that person, until Red suddenly collapsed as his Pikachu attacked him.
Everyone who was watching their heated match was laughing out loud, and Red just shrunk in embarrassment. Green rushed over to the white masked boy, and quickly helped him up.
"You-you were amazing." Green said breathlessly. "No, my own Pokémon attacked me, how could that be amazing." Red quietly protested, still shrunk back from humiliation.
"You're the one!" Green remarked.
Red titled his head to the side on confusion. "Um…what?"
"You're the same person from that battle class!" Green said in recognition. "The one who left in the middle of our battle."
Red's eyes widened behind his mask. "Then, you're—!"
Green ripped off his mask, revealing his identity, and Red's legs almost lost strength, wobbling dangerously. "Green?"
"I told you, that's him!" Blue smirked in triumph, as she saw the gym leader's face.
Red started to push himself away from the brunet, and was slowly moving away from him. "No, you're…no, what…?"
Suddenly, a huge resounding bong! could be heard as the clock struck midnight. Red whipped his head to face the sound, and gasped, as he realized that he was late.
"Oh, no, I'm late!" Red dashed back to the battleground to return his Pikachu, and pushed away Green gently as he ran to the exit, dragging Gold along with him. Green tried to stop him, but to no avail. But as he was pushed away, something was dropped, and he snatched it up. It was a PokéGear, and Green assumed that it was the mysterious stranger's. He held it close, and watched as the boy vanished from his sight.
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"Hurry, Gold, it's already midnight!" Red urged on his friend frantically, and Gold was still gaping in shock as he drove. "You were battling with Green Oak. The Green Oak!"
"I know, and I looked like a fool out there." Red groaned. "Why did Pika go berserk though?" Gold absentmindedly wondered, but was jerked back to reality as his car suddenly trembled, and stopped.
"I'm sorry." Gold offered in apology, and Red frantically shook his head. "No, no, no, this can't be happening!"
Red yanked the door open, and leapt out, sprinting as fast as he could to the mansion. When he reached it, he started to sigh in relief as he realized that Lance wasn't there, but a bright light proved him wrong as the limo drove up the driveway. He immediately leapt behind the bushes, and Lance came out of the limo, looking a little tipsy. He closed the door, and started to walk to the front door, when he realized that his cape was caught in the door.
Red snickered, and sneakily avoided his stepfather's eyesight as he walked through the unlocked front door. He stepped in to find the Sinnoh cleaning crew coming down the stairs, and quickly gestured for the crew to go back to the room, and they fled upstairs, the crew hiding while Red shed his mask and jacket and hat to make it seem like he was just wearing a simple black shirt with jeans and that he didn't go to any tournament.
Lance entered the room, and marveled in admiration. "Well, it looks like you really did what I told you to do." He plopped down onto the bed next to Red and sighed. "Nice after party, huh? Total rager." Lance said sarcastically, chuckling. "Nobody's coming. I'm a Little Mr. Not-So-Popular too." Lance sighed. "I'm so tired." He emphasized this by collapsing on Red's lap, which the latter took the chance and waved goodbye to the leaving Sinnoh crew.
A/N: This took a long time for me, considering that I caught a cold during the week.
I apologize if any of the characters are OOC.
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