Reshiram scrolled through the list of fanfictions. He decided to ask, "Hey, Zek, you think we can do an intro?"
Zekrom grunted from his colossal beanbag chair and told his brother, "No."
"Why not?"
"It takes a lot of effort and money."
"Dude, we don't use money. We use respect."
"Well, we don't have much respect."
"Why not?"
"We aren't very popular yet."
"Well, we still have a chance…"
"Why?"
Reshiram waved him over, and Zekrom found out what Reshiram was talking about.
"Time for some reviewing…" Reshiram told him.
Reshiram and Zekrom the Critics
Yes Or No by BbbStrwbrry
"Oooh, I am sooo excited," Zekrom said sarcastically. "What shipping is this?"
Reshiram hit him in the head with a crowbar.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Zekrom demanded.
"There are three sentences in the summary," Reshiram told him. "One says it's Advanceshipping."
"Oh. Right."
"Do you remember when my birthday is?"
"No," Zekrom said.
"And of course, dramatic entrance," Reshiram muttered. "This guy probably worked in General Hospital."
It was a very simple question, a 'yes or no' to be specific.
Reshiram grunted and said, "Oh, yeah, sure. Like I'm going to be asked, 'Do you know how old I am?' and I answer, 'BRUCE LEE!'"
Yet, he sat there tapping his foot, hoping with all his might she would drop the question and go back to the internet looking for shoes.
"I don't think there's a PC in our world," Zekrom pointed out.
"Can you leave me to do stuff for now?" Reshiram asked, getting annoyed with Zekrom's pure criticism.
"Why is this question coming up so suddenly?" he retorted back, twisting his cap to the side and brushing some hair out of his eyes.
"I'm going to call it. She won't answer," Zekrom said.
"It's a 'yes or no question' Ash. Just answer it."
Zekrom put his hands in the air, and Reshiram got up from his chair.
"Can I tell you something secret?" Reshiram asked.
Zekrom shrugged and said, "Yeah. Sure."
He put his ear near Reshiram's snout.
"Fus ro dah," Reshiram whispered.
After Zekrom was gone, Reshiram went back to the computer.
"Well…"
"Just answer the question."
Ash looked at his girlfriend cautiously.
"Since when have they dated?" Reshiram asked.
She was glaring at him. She hated it when he forgot things. Which is why when questions like these popped up, he ran.
Fast.
But, he was glued. They were stuck in the Pokemon Center, so there was nowhere to run, unless he intended to maul tons of innocent people.
"Why are there so many people? That doesn't make sense!"
"Achoo! I sneeze on your crud!" Zekrom said, returning. "It makes sense for plot convenience!"
If only he had something to distract her. If only Haley's Comet would come tonight, or some other random ancient pokemon.
"'Random…'" Reshiram grumbled with disapproval.
Then he would be free!
"For about five minutes…" Zekrom corrected.
Unfortunately, those weren't options at the moment. So, of course, he was left answering the question.
He looked at her hesitantly before answering, "Yes, I do remember your birthday."
"Then when is it?"
(This word has been deleted for our younger viewers)
"And unnecessary cussing!" Reshiram sighed.
This was the one part he hadn't thought through.
"What a stupid…" Zekrom grumbled.
Let's see.
Max's was on the 9th of November.
Brock's was on the 6th of December.
His mom was the 19th of August.
Misty's was on the 30th of July.
May's was at some point. Well, he hoped.
"No durr," Reshiram commented.
Zekrom, who had fallen asleep on Reshiram's desk, snorted and woke up asking, "Are we done with the dates?"
Might as well give it a random shot.
"Your birthday is February 28th." He sighed, looking up to see her eyes sparkling.
"So you do remember!" She squealed, kissing his cheek. "That was a test."
"Out of 365 days, he guessed correctly?!" Reshiram asked himself.
Zekrom banged his head on the table.
"Oh ok." He answered relieved when he got the right answer and watched her leave the room. "Wait. There was a test?"
He exited the room and ran after her. That's what he gets for guessing.
"Wait, what?" Reshiram asked. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Let's get it over with and do our judgement…" Zekrom growled.
Notes:
Zekrom's Notes: It was a bit… empty. It didn't explain much. Like, what region were they in? For all I care, they could be in Kanto! Why are there so many people in the Pokemon Center for some reason? Did Ash get his 'test' right? Oh, I don't know!
Reshiram's Notes: Pretty cute shipping story, but missing a lot of detail. Pretty good but could do so much better.
Final Verdict:
It was an excellent Advanceshipping fic, but like we both mentioned, it missed a ton of detail.
"I'm going to see if I can do anything better than this critic business," Zekrom said, leaving.
Reshiram pointed his palm(?) at Zekrom and shouted, "GET OVER HERE!"
A harpoon flew from his hand and hit Zekrom, who was dragged back to his spot.
THE END
Credits:
Keldeo the Critic-Season One
Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Mortal Kombat
Special Thanks:
Matthias Undiostres
Imperator Justinian
Mr. Grool
DragonNiro
