Alright guys.
How'd you like that English dub of Elesa's gym battle?
"I plan on dazzling you too Ash" (In a suggestive voice)
...Oh do you Elesa? Oh do you?
I couldn't be happier with the dub. I thought they would go and mess up everything like the English people normally do...but no! They just gave us more meat :)
Also, Elesa is set to reappear not after this coming Japanese show, but the one after. Which means in a couple weeks + 2 days (for subbing...unless you're fluent in Japanese. Then you deserve MAJOR brownie points) we will see our beloved lemon haired girl once more...and that means more hints! ;)
'Nuff dawdling. Here ya go, the patiently awaited 3rd installment of I Smittened a SupermodeS
"…yaaaaaaAAAWWWWWWwwwww…" Elesa slowly rubbed her watery eyes awake.
The first thing she noticed was the obvious fact she wasn't curled up in bed….and her arm was shouting to her that she didn't exactly fall asleep in the most comfortable position.
The second thing she noticed was that the sun was just peeking above the horizon. Elesa gaped at it, mesmerized by the beautiful yet faint blues, yellows, and oranges that were leaking across the Nimbasa Sky. Since there was absolutely no pollution in her beloved city, the sun can be seen by everyone in its full beauty. People were opening up their apartment windows and stepping out on their roofs to take in the spectacular sight. It made Elesa grin.
The third thing she noticed was an annoying sound coming from within her house.
"Ducklett! Ducklett! Ducklett! Ducklett! Ducklett! Ducklett! Ducklett! Ducklett!"
A pleasant morning screech followed by an "AHHHH C'MON!" came from the girl with lemon hair.
She stormed into the house in a rambunctious manner of plowing through everything and anything that was in her way of the pesky Water-Flying automaton. Metal pots clanged, wooden desks boomed, paper forms fluttered, an annoyed Emolga screamed.
"Ohhh, sorry for waking you up Emolga!"
"E-MO."
"Alright go make yourself some breakfast."
"EMO EEEE-MO!"
Elesa ignored that last comment.
She finally reached her room and zoomed across it to the pesky clock. She viciously grabbed the bird and manhandled it in her hand. She stared menacingly and victoriously at the defeated bird. She got a weak and pleading "DUCKLETT!" from the clock. Well…it felt weak and pleading to Elesa. She wound her arm up slowly, relishing this torturous end to the Ducklett…
The Ducklett stopped chirping its alarm in her arm right before she threw it.
Elesa stopped short of chucking the poor clock and looked at it. For a second she felt sympathy for the inanimate object. Annoyed that she didn't break it before the alarm reset, she started to throw it again, when suddenly she heard a heart-stopping echo outside.
"Pi-pikachu!"
Elesa stopped right where she was, her arm halfway over her head deathgripping the Ducklett clock, her body leaning over her floor. Her eyes opened wide with surprise whilst her cheeks flushed over with anticipation. She tossed the clock over her right shoulder, completely forgetting the nuisance ever existed. She sprinted as fast as a fit, athletic, tall model could sprint while barefoot. She flew past her dinning room table, spun around the sharp turn upstairs, whizzed past a swearing and tired Emolga, and hurdled the garden steps, 3 at a time. The girl with sky eyes went to the edge of her garden and stared out, searching for the familiar mouse.
More importantly, for the mouse's trainer.
Her eyes twinkled as they scanned the rooftops. She murmured to herself, "…no not there…not over there…oh hey there Ginger…no that's just a grumpy old man…that's Nurse Joy's Audino…that's a fruit basket salesman…that's…uh I dunno what that is."
As hard as she tried, she couldn't find the one thing she had dreamt about the night before, the one thing she couldn't stop thinking about.
So Elesa sulked back into her room, prepared to take her anger out on a random Ducklett clock (since that's all they were useful for, really). Little did she know a pair of amber eyes followed her inside. Well, her and her sloppy hair.
Ash's nose twitched. He slowly sat up in bed. He yawned.
After taking in a big gulp of air the boy with raven hair scanned left to right for his favorite partner. Before he had a chance to even search the entire bed, his beloved friend jumped up on his shoulder and rubbed his cheek against Ash's. It was a rough gesture, but this is Ash we're talking about—he likes rough gestures. In that way Pikachu and him were perfect partners.
He looked around and noticed it was still fairly dark, and his friends Iris and Cilan were still practically dead in the comforters the Center provides. It was pretty funny, seeing a formal connoisseur sprawled in a dead man's position, drooling with his mouth open. And Iris…she was sucking her thumb.
Boy, will that girl know whom she's calling "KID" later on hehehehe.
Ash would never actually hold something like that against someone. But he did fantasize the outcomes if he did, and pretend like he would grass on the victim.
He decided the best thing to do would be to walk out on the roof. So he gathered himself and snuck through the door like a Shedinja.
Ash never really needed much sleep, so the few hours he got were plenty. But all the same, even though he was accustomed to moving around in the dark, he wasn't exactly a pro at spotting out coffee spills on the floor.
He was strolling along, enjoying life when suddenly his right foot lost its grip on a small but concentrated puddle of Chilan standard-issue decaf right before the stairs.
"wah…wahh…WAH…WAHHH…WAHHHHHHHH!" He progressively shouted on his fall downward. He slipped 180 degrees on the puddle, causing himself to fall backward, and couldn't catch himself. So the only thing he could do was brace himself for a hard landing.
The hard landing never came. Instead he landed on the soft body of Pikachu.
And his mouse did not appreciate one bit of it. "PI-PIKACHU!"
"AHH! Sorry Pikachu!" Ash apologized as he rolled over to prevent his Pokemon from getting hurt any worse. He did a thorough check up on the Mouse Pokemon. Luckily for him, his Pikachu was perfectly fine. Annoyed and a little winded, but fine. He decided it would be a good idea to scoop up his buddy anyway and carry him up the stairs cradled in his arms as compensation. Pikachu liked this, even though it did make him look like a baby. No one was looking, so it was okay right now.
When he got to the top he let Pikachu down so it could scurry around and take in the fresh air.
Ash looked over and saw what was possibly the most beautiful sunrise he had ever experienced in a city. Pretty soon he noticed he wasn't alone. He saw multiple people getting out of their houses and apartments to soak in the pleasurable yellow glow. He walked around the staircase and saw Audino using Heal Pulse from the fresh happiness of the moment. Ash smiled. He looked to the left and saw the judge from his gym battle yesterday…What was her name? Ginger?... who didn't see Ash and walked back inside. Ash looked over and saw Pikachu mesmerized by Audino's Heal Pulse, swaying back and forth with his eyelids closed. This made Ash chuckle to himself.
He then went around the bend once more and noticed a beautiful house separated from the rest of the city's edifices. It wasn't large. It wasn't spectacular. It wasn't even a mansion. Yet it was very modern and aesthetically appealing. There was even a blooming and flourishing garden on the top floor that really took Ash aback and made him whistle.
But what captured his attention wasn't any detail about the house itself. No, what captured his attention was a young teenager with short lemon hair in the process of whirling around and sulking back inside. And he followed her all the way inside, staring at the beauty of Elesa. Even when in a momentarily sad state, she had a positive glow about her that captivated and brightened everything around her.
It wasn't until after she had disappeared from his sight did he realize her hair was in ultra-messy mode. He attempted to contain his laughter, so he started puffing out sputters. Until he couldn't help but crack up and buckle over laughing hysterically.
You would too if you saw the most beautiful girl in the world who happened to be an ELECTRIC-Type Gym Leader with hair that looked like Static Electricity had a rave party on her head.
Elesa was staring at the floor walking in the house. She was feeling down about failing to find Ash.
But why?
She shook her head and roughly cupped her hands to her cheeks in a way of shaking herself up.
Whatever. He's staying for a few more days until the drawbridge is fixed, so SMILE!
With that thought, the usual Elesa roared back to life with vengeance. She twirled down to her kitchen and said hello to all her precious. She did a sassy ballet move into the changing closet, laughing as she closed the door behind her to change into her clothes.
Meanwhile all her Pokemon were once again staring out after her, astounded by how cheerful and ecstatic their trainer was for the second day in a row. They couldn't tell what it was that made her so happy.
But whatever it is, we need it to stay.
Yeah, we agree Zebstrika.
I've never seen her so happy in her life! And this is ELESA we're talking about! Her average sad day is like everyone else's average happy day!
BUT SHE STEPPED ON ME WHILE I WAS SLEEPING!
Oh hush Emo, just eat your cereal.
…-murmurmurmurmurmur-…
WHAT was that, HMMM?
Emolga just munched on her oats, refusing to respond out of contempt and embarrassment.
This made Tynamo chuckle. Well whatever happened to Elesa, we need to make sure it continues to keep Emolga in this bright, positive mood!
Everyone got a laugh out of that.
Inside the closet, Elesa was too busy singing to herself in her melodic voice to overhear the chatter in the living room. Although, all she would hear is stuff like "" and "Jolt! Joltik!" and "EMO" and…you get the point. Even though she was good at understanding and translating her own Pokemon, it would have been so muffled through the door she wouldn't make much sense out of anything.
She had requested 3-5 days off from the big kahunas at the Unova League Center. Personally she planned to go back as soon as Ash left, since he was basically the main reason she was staying behind.
"OHHH and don't ya KNOWWW! OH. How .Don't. You .KnoooooooooOOOOOOW! I feel like-a Luvdisc high at-the-nearest coral. reef, and like-a Donphan rolling in the dirt at-the-nearest oak. tree. Oh how don't ya know babaaaaaAAAAAYYYYYY! I can't sing thissssss…..withoutttt youuuuuuu."
She smiled singing her favorite lyric from Shaymin's Home's recent album Deep Down in Sky Forme.
And don't get me started on her dancing.
She gracefully swept on one of her favorite holiday outfits. It consisted of a top that was deep maroon with red-orange trim, fancy black stripes sweeping majestically across her chest and down to her pocket areas. Her shorts were a solid navy blue and cut off halfway above the knee.
She spun around while humming and picked up her headphones from their golden rack and slipped them on. She leaped over to the mirror and adjusted them to where they should be. Well, that was her idea.
Then she saw her hair.
"AIYEEEEEE!" she shrieked, losing her rhythm. She fell flat on her face.
Dusting herself off, she stamped into the bathroom, disgruntled about the unfortunate circumstance.
Hopefully no one saw me in THAT…especially not Ash! Oh gosh what would he think of me then!
She got a hot washcloth and dampened down her hair. She twirled a hairbrush specially designed for her type of hairstyle by a professional, nationally renowned barber. She tossed it in the hair, letting it do a 720 McTwisty before nabbing it behind her back and flipping it back to her original hand. She smiled at her smooth act.
Too bad no one saw that.
She giggled at herself as she started to brush her hair down.
Sorry.
It's not long, I know...(that's what she said hehe)...but please guys gimme a break. I think this is a very good chapter, and quite comical at that.
The next story WILL be LONGER and be more centered on ASH. I PROMISE, and I NEVER try to break a promise.
Until then, watch the Pokemon English Dubs of Elesa (esp. the gym battle) and R&R