Hello one, and hello all again and welcome back to another chronicle of random Hoennshipping oneshots!
I'm sure by now you have noticed that I will update this weekly. Which will continue for as long as I find my old work. As I really can't remember how many of these I actually wrote.
Which is good for you guys, right? We're seriously lacking of the Hoennshipping on here and I truly feel as we are a dying breed.
Anyways, onward with more Hoennshipping-ness
"Wow, I can't believe you landed a hotel suite like this!" Said a 13 year-old May as she stared in awe of the beauty of the room. It was rich, full of class and elegant. From the living room, which had two red velvet couches, and a plasma screen TV, with a marble coffee table, the bedroom, featured two king size beds with red sheets and blankets, also with a plasma screen TV. Right next to the bathroom was the balcony, which had a beautiful view of the entire City and beyond. The bathroom was all in marble, which included a jacuzzi size bathtub and shower stall, two sinks, and even a separate stall for the toilet. This was all too glamorous for her, she began to grow suspicious "And how did you manage to get us room of this high class?" She asked her partner who was leaning near a wall with a wide grin on his face.
"You forget who I am, Brendan Birch, Hoenn League Champion, Jhoto League Champion, Kanto League Champion and soon to be the National Champion. For you see, that's why we are here in this City, the Pokemon League National Championship Tournament is in one week, and if I win this, then by definition, my Pokemon trainer skills are on par with the Elite 4. I'm one of the top 16 that will be competing for the title, which pretty much means, the League is accommodating all this." Brendan said as he walked into the bedroom and jumped on one of the king size beds, claiming it as his. "And you're my guest of honor."
"Oh really?" Answered May "What about your parents and everyone else?"
"They'll be here in a few days to see my performance, not only my parents, but yours as well, obviously they all can't stay with me, nor can I pull strings to get them their own rooms, but they can find their own rooms." Brendan replied simply.
"Why me?" Asked May.
"Why you what?" Asked back Brendan.
"Why have me stay with you?" Answered May.
"Because you're my best friend and can help motivate me for my matches." Said Brendan.
"Oh, well, thank you then." Said May. "Well, I'm going to get in the shower, cause this really nice suite makes me feel kind of dirty, and need to get clean." May finished as she walked towards the bathroom, she unhooked her fanny pack and threw it on the bed, as she did, one of the pouches flung open spilling most of it's contents onto the bed, one that caught Brendan's attention was a small book that fell on the ground and flopped open to a random page with writing on it. Before Brendan could get up and take a look at what the book was, May poked her head out the bathroom door "And don't you dare try to peek at me"
Brendan just laughed "Please, don't flatter yourself, I've got better things to do than watch you bathe, and besides, there's this thing called called locking the door! It works wonders when you do it." He shot back with a wink.
May gave a small chuckle "Alright then, Mr. Future National Champ! Maybe later we can go sightseeing around the city."
"I suppose, but I got training to do afterwords." Brendan said, but May didn't hear that. Now that she was back in the bathroom, he brought his attention back to the little book that was on the floor, he picked it up and the first words that he noticed was 'Dear Diary' and he immediately shut the book and tossed it on the other bed where May's stuff was.
Now Brendan has seen it, May's diary, it was right there in his reach, all her feelings, and private thoughts, right there, it was tempting him to no end, even more than peeking at May in the shower. (not that he was going to do it anyways, he's got more class than that) He picked up the diary and opened it up to the first page and it read:
Dear Diary
My mom gave me this diary as a going away present for my Pokemon journey and told me if I ever get frustrated at life, that I should write down my feelings, but truth be told, I'm not at all interested in Pokemon, I'm doing this so that I can travel the world, after all, that is one of my dreams, is to travel the world, well that's it for now, starting tomorrow, I start my journey
May
That was the first entry. Brendan then started to skip a bunch of pages to see just how much she wrote, boy did she write a lot. he was tempted even more to read the rest. "No" he told himself "No, it's not right, she is my best friend, I can't do this to her, it's already bad enough that I read her first entry, I won't go any further!"
"Why not?" Came a sly voice right next to Brendan. Surprised by the new voice, Brendan looked toward the source of the voice, and right on his right shoulder, stood a smaller version of himself, but this little version of himself wore all red, had black wings, with horns coming out of his headband, and he was holding a pitchfork.
"Who the hell are you?" Asked a skeptic Brendan
"Who do you think I am? I'm the 'id' of your conscience, and I'm telling you that you should look in there, there may be something in there about you, something good too." Replied the id in the same sly voice.
"Uhhh, umm," Said Brendan, his hands were shaking. Still unsure of himself. Then another voice came from the left side of his shoulder, this voice sounded a little more pleading
"Don't do it Brendan. just like you said, it's not right, she is your best friend, you would never do anything that would hurt your best friend would you?" said the voice, A Brendan looked on his left shoulder, he saw yet another small version of himself, except that this one was wearing all white clothes, was holding a harp, and had angel wings with a halo floating above his head.
"And you are?" Asked Brendan, thinking that he has finally gone insane.
"I am the 'superego' of your conscience. I am the voice of reason" Replied the superego.
"Are you going to listen to someone who plays a HARP? C'mon look inside! After all she is your best friend, so there's stuff in there that you should already know" said the id, trying to convince Brendan to look in deeper
Don't listen to him, Brendan, he is a bad influence, listen to reason, looking in her diary is like peeking into her soul, and that's just as bad as peeking at her taking a shower." Said the superego. Brendan nodded his head in agreement.
What!? May is in the shower!? I gotta see this!" Said the id as he flew through the wall into the bathroom.
"So immature" said the superego. Brendan was at a loss of words about the id's decision, then a couple of seconds later the id returned
"WOAH man is she something!" Said the id with a big smile on his face, this, of course, didn't sit too well with Brendan as he grabbed the id and started to squeeze him.
"You little son of a bitch!" Brendan began to yell, and as on cue, May walked out of the bathroom, and saw Brendan shaking his fists at nothing.
"Um, Brendan, are you alright?" Asked May
"Huh?" Brendan looked up at May with a dumbfounded look on his face, seeing that she was done with her shower, and then looked at his hands to see that the id had disappeared, as well as the superego "Oh, uhhh, nothing is wrong, I'm just a little stressed about this whole national tournament thing and need to let off some steam" Brendan was able to say. Then Brendan noticed that May had noticed her diary next to Brendan's side and she had gasped, and then Brendan tried to explain "I only read the first entry and nothing else, I swear!"
May quickly grabbed the book and flipped through the pages closely examining them as if she was looking for something, then she let out a sigh of relief "I believe you."
"Really?" Asked Brendan, a little shocked of her quick answer "Why?"
May gave Brendan a warm smile and said "Because I just.....do.."
Brendan gave a sigh of relief himself that May had believed him "Thank you, I would never look at something like that." and with that, Brendan started to walk outside to the balcony and then he heard the voice of the id.
"Pansy"
"Go to hell." Brendan replied, but May heard him
"What did you say?" She asked.
"Huh? oh, nothing! Still stressed out, that's all." Brendan managed to pull out of his head.
"oh, ok" Said May, as she went back to getting ready to go out into the town.
'On second thought' She thought to herself as she placed her diary back into her bag 'Maybe Brendan should stay, he SERIOUSLY needs some rest.'
A little longer than the last(I think) and actually one of my personal favorites.
Well, until next week. I hope you enjoyed this one.
Later.
