Unexpected Meetings
NOTE: I don't own any of the characters or places, and everything else and probably the plot isn't mine either, but it's sort of new to me. Actually my plot stinks, but I wanted to write a Rudy-Ash conflict thingy. One doesn't have to tell me that.
2ND NOTE: Misty is like 22. But not MUCH like 22. She's really more like 14, except in a 22-year-old body. She has the emotional maturity of a seven-year-old, so it averages out pretty well, mathematically speaking.
3RD NOTE: I tried to have a pokemon battle. Did it work? I don't think so. The electricity went out and all the pikachus kind of fizzled like wet firecrackers. Zot and that was that. Only a sorry curl of smoke twisted up from the flattened little rat-things, not so cute once they were deflated and charred. It was, to be frank, pathetic.
4TH NOTE: Do you capitalize pokemon names, when it not at the beginning of a sentence?
A soft knock came from the door of the Cerulean Gym. Misty had never heard a door knock all by itself before. She stood up from her lunch to answer it.
Probably another trainer, trying to defeat me, she thought. Paranoia grows apace in those trainers. So does arrogance. She next thought, Let 'em try! I learned from Ash Ketchum how to boast, I'll tell ya! I can outswagger, out bluster, outbrag, outtalk any trainer in the biz!
The shy, sweet little girl people had once seen on TV in shorts that were too short and an egg-critter constantly clasped pre-Oedipally to her belly, had now grown into a monster of ego and self-delusion. The poor sap who stood on the other side of that door little knew what a vampiress he was about to encounter.
When Misty answered the door, a handsome tall brown haired man stood before her.
"Um…hello," Misty uttered, but before she had a chance to launch into her usual spate of babble, .the man said,
"Rudy."
"Rude, he?"
"The name here's Rudy," he said, poking himself in the chest with a large thumb like a serving spoon. "I'm the Trovita Island gym leader."
Misty looked at herself. She was a mess, her cheeks tear streaked, her jeans ragged at the bottoms. Her large purple tee shirt had the Cris-pee Crème Donut logo emblazoned on a donut over her left breast. She ought, by rights, to have been crushed under a dumper truckload of shame. She was not. Her ego was proof even against this.
"Why are you here?" Misty asked.
"Toga Toga!" Togepi cried. The egg had joined a fraternity. This was its way of saying it wanted a tall cold one.
"Hush," Misty cooed. "You've had enough for one day." She turned to the Handsome Tall Dark Stranger and murmured, "Why don't you come in? I was having lunch at the moment, but you can have half ."
"I already ate, but I would happily join you," Rudy replied. She led Rudy towards the kitchen, and passed the pool where her pokemon pleasantly bathed and swam.
"Lunch!" Misty called to her pokemon. She fed them their food, and then made it to the kitchen.
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