Here, let me bring you up to date...
Several years have passed since their Pokemon adventure.
Brock is 18 and Misty will be 17 in the fall. They both attend the Pokemon University in the depths of Viridian Forest. The school teaches every known subject about Pokemon, but Brock and Misty only study the psychic ability, dreams and other nonsense that affects and works with the mind.
Ash is 15 and left the group at Pallet Town, where he lives with his mom and works as an assistant for Professor Oak.
Jesse and James are 20 and no longer work for Giovanni. There was a huge battle two and a half years ago when Jesse and James competed against Butch and Cassidy. Butch and Cassidy were losing, which they didn't do very well. They decided to use their Pokemon to attack Jesse and James. Well, our beloved two were beat up pretty badly and were, literally, kicked out of Team Rocket. Butch and Cassidy not only took over their places as Giovanni's right hand men, but they took the Meowth balloon and all of the Pokemon Jesse and James had ever owned.
As Ash, Brock and Misty were saying their goodbyes in Viridian City they saw Jesse and James lying on the side of the road. They were covered in blood, their clothes were ripped, almost to the point of inappropriateness, and death lingered on their every breath. Brock and Misty ran to their side and took them to the Viridian Hospital with no help from Ash. He didn't want to help them because they had caused him so much trouble on his adventures. With that, Ash said a final goodbye and headed back to Pallet Town. After all of their wounds were more or less healed; Brock, Misty, Jesse and James started to head to their home towns, which meant going through Viridian Forest. They finally stumbled upon the Pokemon University after they'd been lost for several days. Brock and Misty enrolled in classes that studied the mind while Jesse and James enrolled in Pokemon Health and Medicine classes. They share a dorm that has a kitchen, bathroom, gigantic main room, one bedroom and two king sized beds.
...it starts...
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The assignment was simple.
Get into a group of two.
Partner #1 would reach into bag #1 and pull out a CD.
Then partner #2 would reach into bag #2 and pull out a number. At the end of the day both would go to sleep and listen to that number on that CD repeatedly. In the morning they would record what kind of dreams they had and how they thought the song might have influenced those dreams.
She went up and stuck her hand in bag #1 while her partner stuck his hand in bag #2.
"The King and I. What's this?"
"Ahhh, young sir what number did you pick for this beautiful masterpiece?" the teacher swooned.
"Ummm, 18, ma'am."
"Ah yes. The beautiful ballad called 'I Have Dreamed'. It's a love song that two beautiful, young lovers excha-"
"Do you get the idea that she likes this song," he whispered sarcastically. She snickered into her hand while the teacher glared at him.
"Just for that young sir, you and your lovely partner shall come in tomorrow at 2:30 sharp. It will be just like *your* normal detention. You will stay until 6:00. Am I understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then on Monday you two will come in at 4:00 -"
"But that's a half hour early!"
"Fine, we'll make it 3:30 and you can leave at the normal time of 8:30." The teacher looked at the two, took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"You two are not going to give me any more trouble or your punishments will be much worse than this, understand?"
They nodded and nearly jumped out of their skin when the headmaster waltzed into the room. He stopped when he saw the small group's solemn expressions.
"What are they up to this time?" He said as he dismissed the two troublemakers.
"Nothing that I can't handle...so where are we going tonight?"
"That's a surprise. Don't think that I'm the kind of person who gives up after three dates, no sir-ee."
The door closed behind the students and they headed toward the dorms. The walk was very quiet and full of thought.
"Stop that...stop, it tickles..."
They paused at the edge of the field and watched some upper classmen attempt a simple game of tag that had transformed into a tickle war.
He started toward the dorms again as she sighed and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair. She caught up with him as they got to the elevator door inside the main entrance.
"8th floor please," she told the man in the corner by the controls. She was humming something familiar and he stopped to stare.
"Is that your original hair color?"
The two looked at the strange man and waited for the door to open. She smiled meekly at the man as she left the elevator. She played with a strand of her fiery red hair as he fished for the keys in his bag. Something was blaring inside the room, but they couldn't make out what it was.
/Is that your original hair color? HA! What was that about/ she thought as she entered the dorm.
"OI! JESSE! JAMES! TURN IT DOWN!!"
Jesse ran over and turned the music off while James disappeared into the kitchen with a squeak.
"What's wrong, Misty?" James asked as he handed her a glass of ice water upon his return. She shooed it away with her hand and flopped down on the chair.
"We have a stu-u-pid assignment and the teacher's really getting on my nerves," she grunted, pulling her vest off over her head and throwing her shoes on the floor.
"Yeah, it's the same assignment we've had all week, and now we hafta serve a detention tomorrow. There isn't supposed to be school on Saturdays AND she's making us come in Monday. She's ruining our vacation," Brock whined as he walked out of the bedroom, tucking his orange shirt into his blue jeans.
"Hmmmm...I thought we got rid of that shirt," Jesse said dryly. Her eyes were fixed on the infamous shirt as if ice spears were about to shoot from them.
"I thought we did too," James agreed with the same tone to his voice, his eyebrow twitching slightly.
/This is the perfect time to change out of my uniform. I just hope I can reach the bedroom before the battle begins/ Misty thought and slipped through the door right as they had backed Brock into a corner.
"Whooo, that was close," she sighed and leaned against the closed door. She started humming the same song as before as she slid out of her skirt.
/Let's freshen up/ she mentally suggested and unbuttoned her blouse, heading toward the bathroom. There was a long, silent pause that hung awkwardly after the door clicked shut and before she fell.
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tbc
Several years have passed since their Pokemon adventure.
Brock is 18 and Misty will be 17 in the fall. They both attend the Pokemon University in the depths of Viridian Forest. The school teaches every known subject about Pokemon, but Brock and Misty only study the psychic ability, dreams and other nonsense that affects and works with the mind.
Ash is 15 and left the group at Pallet Town, where he lives with his mom and works as an assistant for Professor Oak.
Jesse and James are 20 and no longer work for Giovanni. There was a huge battle two and a half years ago when Jesse and James competed against Butch and Cassidy. Butch and Cassidy were losing, which they didn't do very well. They decided to use their Pokemon to attack Jesse and James. Well, our beloved two were beat up pretty badly and were, literally, kicked out of Team Rocket. Butch and Cassidy not only took over their places as Giovanni's right hand men, but they took the Meowth balloon and all of the Pokemon Jesse and James had ever owned.
As Ash, Brock and Misty were saying their goodbyes in Viridian City they saw Jesse and James lying on the side of the road. They were covered in blood, their clothes were ripped, almost to the point of inappropriateness, and death lingered on their every breath. Brock and Misty ran to their side and took them to the Viridian Hospital with no help from Ash. He didn't want to help them because they had caused him so much trouble on his adventures. With that, Ash said a final goodbye and headed back to Pallet Town. After all of their wounds were more or less healed; Brock, Misty, Jesse and James started to head to their home towns, which meant going through Viridian Forest. They finally stumbled upon the Pokemon University after they'd been lost for several days. Brock and Misty enrolled in classes that studied the mind while Jesse and James enrolled in Pokemon Health and Medicine classes. They share a dorm that has a kitchen, bathroom, gigantic main room, one bedroom and two king sized beds.
...it starts...
****
The assignment was simple.
Get into a group of two.
Partner #1 would reach into bag #1 and pull out a CD.
Then partner #2 would reach into bag #2 and pull out a number. At the end of the day both would go to sleep and listen to that number on that CD repeatedly. In the morning they would record what kind of dreams they had and how they thought the song might have influenced those dreams.
She went up and stuck her hand in bag #1 while her partner stuck his hand in bag #2.
"The King and I. What's this?"
"Ahhh, young sir what number did you pick for this beautiful masterpiece?" the teacher swooned.
"Ummm, 18, ma'am."
"Ah yes. The beautiful ballad called 'I Have Dreamed'. It's a love song that two beautiful, young lovers excha-"
"Do you get the idea that she likes this song," he whispered sarcastically. She snickered into her hand while the teacher glared at him.
"Just for that young sir, you and your lovely partner shall come in tomorrow at 2:30 sharp. It will be just like *your* normal detention. You will stay until 6:00. Am I understood?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then on Monday you two will come in at 4:00 -"
"But that's a half hour early!"
"Fine, we'll make it 3:30 and you can leave at the normal time of 8:30." The teacher looked at the two, took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"You two are not going to give me any more trouble or your punishments will be much worse than this, understand?"
They nodded and nearly jumped out of their skin when the headmaster waltzed into the room. He stopped when he saw the small group's solemn expressions.
"What are they up to this time?" He said as he dismissed the two troublemakers.
"Nothing that I can't handle...so where are we going tonight?"
"That's a surprise. Don't think that I'm the kind of person who gives up after three dates, no sir-ee."
The door closed behind the students and they headed toward the dorms. The walk was very quiet and full of thought.
"Stop that...stop, it tickles..."
They paused at the edge of the field and watched some upper classmen attempt a simple game of tag that had transformed into a tickle war.
He started toward the dorms again as she sighed and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair. She caught up with him as they got to the elevator door inside the main entrance.
"8th floor please," she told the man in the corner by the controls. She was humming something familiar and he stopped to stare.
"Is that your original hair color?"
The two looked at the strange man and waited for the door to open. She smiled meekly at the man as she left the elevator. She played with a strand of her fiery red hair as he fished for the keys in his bag. Something was blaring inside the room, but they couldn't make out what it was.
/Is that your original hair color? HA! What was that about/ she thought as she entered the dorm.
"OI! JESSE! JAMES! TURN IT DOWN!!"
Jesse ran over and turned the music off while James disappeared into the kitchen with a squeak.
"What's wrong, Misty?" James asked as he handed her a glass of ice water upon his return. She shooed it away with her hand and flopped down on the chair.
"We have a stu-u-pid assignment and the teacher's really getting on my nerves," she grunted, pulling her vest off over her head and throwing her shoes on the floor.
"Yeah, it's the same assignment we've had all week, and now we hafta serve a detention tomorrow. There isn't supposed to be school on Saturdays AND she's making us come in Monday. She's ruining our vacation," Brock whined as he walked out of the bedroom, tucking his orange shirt into his blue jeans.
"Hmmmm...I thought we got rid of that shirt," Jesse said dryly. Her eyes were fixed on the infamous shirt as if ice spears were about to shoot from them.
"I thought we did too," James agreed with the same tone to his voice, his eyebrow twitching slightly.
/This is the perfect time to change out of my uniform. I just hope I can reach the bedroom before the battle begins/ Misty thought and slipped through the door right as they had backed Brock into a corner.
"Whooo, that was close," she sighed and leaned against the closed door. She started humming the same song as before as she slid out of her skirt.
/Let's freshen up/ she mentally suggested and unbuttoned her blouse, heading toward the bathroom. There was a long, silent pause that hung awkwardly after the door clicked shut and before she fell.
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tbc