Disclaimer: Blargh I'm tired today.

Question: If you got to choose, which six pokemon would you choose to have in real life?

My Answer: Espeon, Ninetales, Buneary, Celebi, Dewott and Jolteon.

Characters: Iris X Cilan, for Maeg98. (Oh, and for those who don't watch the show, Cilan isn't at all like his game counterpart- he isn't shy in the slightest, and though he is gentlemanly he also doesn't mind attention and has a knack for things such as acting, cooking, battling…practically everything.)

Summary: Karaoke. Yeah. It's as lame as it sounds. Oh and look up the song 'Simple and Clean' by Hikaru Utada before reading this, or else you won't get how hilarious it would be if a guy tried to sing it.

Karaoke

~Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight,

It's hard to let it go~

"Please don't tell me he's really going up there," Iris said, the side of her mouth twisting into an expression that was caught between a grimace and a nervous smile.

Ash, who was too busy scarfing down the food that was in front of him to notice anything else, made an unintelligible grunt that Iris had no clue how to interpret. She sighed, cupping her chin in her hands and turning her head to watch as Cilan weaved through the cheering crowd and stood up to participate in the karaoke night that was going on at the restaurant they had stopped to dine in.

"What should I sing?" he asked the crowd, basking in the attention that they were giving to him. Iris rolled her eyes.

"'Simple and Clean'!" someone screamed, and soon enough everyone was chanting it.

"I know that song!" he agreed. An anticipating hush fell over the audience as he began, and even Ash looked up, ramen dangling from his overstuffed mouth.

"'You're giving me too many things, lately,'" Cilan began to croon, swaying in time to the music. "'You're all I need, oh, oh; you smiled at me and said, 'Don't get me wrong, I love you, but does that mean I have to meet your father?'; when we are older you'll understand…'" He continued on, even daring to do the vocalizations. Iris watched the performance through her fingers as if watching a slasher flick, her eyes bulging in horror. Ash had seem to frozen, his expression identical to hers, but she was too aghast to perform the Heimlich maneuver to see if he was choking.

It wasn't that he was a bad singer. No, that wasn't the problem at all. The problem was that a boy should not be able to hit notes that high. It just wasn't natural.

After he was done Cilan bounced back to their table, his verdant green eyes aglow with pride. "Well, what did the two of you think?"

Iris blinked rapidly. What did she think?

Cilan was frowning now. "Iris, is something the matter? You look rather distraught…"

"No," she answered quickly, elbowing Ash in the ribs as he opened his mouth to say something stupid. He fell over, winded. "That was really good, Cilan." Freakishly good. Is there anything he can't do?

His entire face brightened. "Thank you, Iris!" His radiant expression morphed into a bashful one that she found almost unendurably sweet. "I dedicated it to you."

"Really?" She was surprised. "I didn't hear over the horde of screaming fangirls."

"That's okay." He was smiling, pleased despite her response, and he reached over to give her hand a quick squeeze. "As long as you liked it."

She found herself smiling back, her cheeks warming as he removed his hand from hers and slid into the booth next to her.

~So simple and clean~