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A/N: Alrighty, not much to say here, except read it and review it!
Ashley sighed as the plane wheels hit the runway. A twelve hour flight she had just endured had ended, and she was ready to leave this damn cattle hauling thing they called an aircraft.
She grabbed her make-up bag and tried to shove through the other economy class passengers, but the crush was too much for her, and she stayed back, not wanting to ruin her hair.
"We welcome all visitors from California to Indigo Plateau - the home of fierce competitions and victorious trainers!" The recording then droned on about the history of the league, and as Ashley stepped out of the plane, she wondered how she was going to survive two weeks of nothing but pokemon, pokemon trainers, and relatives she never knew she had.
After the grueling customs and baggage collection, Ashley hailed a taxi, wishing it was a limo or something more dignified, for the ten minute drive to Indigo Stadium. She was lucky to get a one bedroom room on the actual plateau as a spectator, and the nerves had no trouble getting to her stomach.
"Thankyou very much." Ashley muttered the words and paid the driver with a generous tip before heading through the huge gates. Heading to a world she never knew existed.
After being handed her key, she found her tiny house with no trouble, and smiled. It was, in her category, a little dingy, but she finally felt free. Independant. It was just a shame nobody was there to share it with her. A journalist of some kind had to be around here somewhere...
But then again, what would they say? They knew she was adopted, they knew all about her biological parents, however, they didn't know where Ashley had retreated for the next two weeks. And she planned to keep it very top secret.
By the time she freshened up and applied some make-up it was three in the afternoon. She sighed. Ash was probably on the edge of his seat wondering what she was doing here. Then again, it might affect his battling if she told him now.
"When are you battling, Ash?" she asked herself as she tapped into the computer's database. "Shit, not tomorrow!" she exclaimed. She was hoping she could give herself a little more time to prepare herself, but she'd have to do it tomorrow after his battle. He'd probably lose, and if he didn't, it would give him time to adapt before his big matches.
That took up all of fifteen minutes, and Ashley wished she could declare how bored she was to someone so they could entertain her. There didn't seem to be any cinemas, theme parks, malls or anything here. Every shop that lined the streets was full of Pokemon toys, clothes, and even real live ones.
Nonetheless, boredom gave way, and she grabbed her purse and headed outside. A descreet disguise of sunglasses, a hat and a shawl was used to avoid any journalists.
"Hey Miss, come here!" Ashley turned around but couldn't see anyone she recognised. She shrugged and kept on walking. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"
"Who the hell is..." Ashley never finished her sentance. Her mouth was covered by an unfamlier hand and she tried to scream but it came out as a muffled cry.
"Don't squirm and we won't hurt you." She heard someone whisper the statement in her ear, and she stopped wriggling. The hand slowly removed itself from her mouth, but she kept quiet.
"What a good girl." A man in about his late teens with lavender hair looked down on her as he stood up, next to a girl with long red hair and a very exposing outfit. A Meowth was only knee-height with Ashley, but looked viscious enough to do some serious damage.
"How would you like to do a little job for us and make some big cash?" the girl asked.
Ashley gulped, but kept her poise. "I have got big cash. My father's trust fund is bigger than your hair even. Hard to believe, huh?" she smirked.
The girl scowled. "Do you like Pokemon?"
"Not particularly, no" Ashley mumbled.
The two people looked at each other in what seemed like panic. "You wouldn't want to bring us back a cute Pikachu, little girl?" the guy asked.
"I'm fifteen and I hate Pokemon! Leave me alone!" Ashley yelled and ran for dear life, ignoring the cries from the two queer people.
"James, we can't get ANYONE to do this for us!" the girl whined from the ally.
"I know, Jessie. Even money isn't working now" James agreed in disappoinment.
"Ain't you two ever heard dat saying? If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself!" Meowth butted in, only to be met by Jessie's hard-hitting mallet.
"She was a fiesty one. She'd be good for the organisation. Watch your back, little girl. Hating Pokemon is only the more reason to want to steal them!" Jessie laughed as she said the sentance, scaring James and Meowth a little.
Ashley ran until she reached the entrance to the main stadium. It was closed for the next five days until everyone had finished battling on the first four grounds, that were all withing walking distance from her current position.
"Maybe I'm not ready for the big wide world after all" Ashley panted, recalling her father's words. She crumpled to the ground and began to sob into her knees, for once not caring about her mascara running or her cheeks going blotchy. She just let it all flow. She knew this shouldn't be happening to her, it wasn't *right*.
Ashley only looked up for a second, but caught sight of a female trainer with six pokeballs clipped to her side, walking around like she was a little lost. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, but the other girl's eyes widened in what seemed...surprise?
She came rushing over and Ashley felt a little tense. She wondered whether to run or not, but had no time to think about it as the girl approached.
"Don't cry, A.C. Things will get better" the girl said as she rested her hand on Ashley's shoulder. Ashley felt a surge of electricity charge through her body as the two made contact, and lifted her tear-stained face in confusion. But by the time she did, the girl was gone, leaving Ashley with one question in her mind:
How did she know Ashley's intials?
A/N: Chapter 7 now done! Yay! Hoped you liked it! Please review, I LOVE getting reviews! :)
A/N: Alrighty, not much to say here, except read it and review it!
Ashley sighed as the plane wheels hit the runway. A twelve hour flight she had just endured had ended, and she was ready to leave this damn cattle hauling thing they called an aircraft.
She grabbed her make-up bag and tried to shove through the other economy class passengers, but the crush was too much for her, and she stayed back, not wanting to ruin her hair.
"We welcome all visitors from California to Indigo Plateau - the home of fierce competitions and victorious trainers!" The recording then droned on about the history of the league, and as Ashley stepped out of the plane, she wondered how she was going to survive two weeks of nothing but pokemon, pokemon trainers, and relatives she never knew she had.
After the grueling customs and baggage collection, Ashley hailed a taxi, wishing it was a limo or something more dignified, for the ten minute drive to Indigo Stadium. She was lucky to get a one bedroom room on the actual plateau as a spectator, and the nerves had no trouble getting to her stomach.
"Thankyou very much." Ashley muttered the words and paid the driver with a generous tip before heading through the huge gates. Heading to a world she never knew existed.
After being handed her key, she found her tiny house with no trouble, and smiled. It was, in her category, a little dingy, but she finally felt free. Independant. It was just a shame nobody was there to share it with her. A journalist of some kind had to be around here somewhere...
But then again, what would they say? They knew she was adopted, they knew all about her biological parents, however, they didn't know where Ashley had retreated for the next two weeks. And she planned to keep it very top secret.
By the time she freshened up and applied some make-up it was three in the afternoon. She sighed. Ash was probably on the edge of his seat wondering what she was doing here. Then again, it might affect his battling if she told him now.
"When are you battling, Ash?" she asked herself as she tapped into the computer's database. "Shit, not tomorrow!" she exclaimed. She was hoping she could give herself a little more time to prepare herself, but she'd have to do it tomorrow after his battle. He'd probably lose, and if he didn't, it would give him time to adapt before his big matches.
That took up all of fifteen minutes, and Ashley wished she could declare how bored she was to someone so they could entertain her. There didn't seem to be any cinemas, theme parks, malls or anything here. Every shop that lined the streets was full of Pokemon toys, clothes, and even real live ones.
Nonetheless, boredom gave way, and she grabbed her purse and headed outside. A descreet disguise of sunglasses, a hat and a shawl was used to avoid any journalists.
"Hey Miss, come here!" Ashley turned around but couldn't see anyone she recognised. She shrugged and kept on walking. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"
"Who the hell is..." Ashley never finished her sentance. Her mouth was covered by an unfamlier hand and she tried to scream but it came out as a muffled cry.
"Don't squirm and we won't hurt you." She heard someone whisper the statement in her ear, and she stopped wriggling. The hand slowly removed itself from her mouth, but she kept quiet.
"What a good girl." A man in about his late teens with lavender hair looked down on her as he stood up, next to a girl with long red hair and a very exposing outfit. A Meowth was only knee-height with Ashley, but looked viscious enough to do some serious damage.
"How would you like to do a little job for us and make some big cash?" the girl asked.
Ashley gulped, but kept her poise. "I have got big cash. My father's trust fund is bigger than your hair even. Hard to believe, huh?" she smirked.
The girl scowled. "Do you like Pokemon?"
"Not particularly, no" Ashley mumbled.
The two people looked at each other in what seemed like panic. "You wouldn't want to bring us back a cute Pikachu, little girl?" the guy asked.
"I'm fifteen and I hate Pokemon! Leave me alone!" Ashley yelled and ran for dear life, ignoring the cries from the two queer people.
"James, we can't get ANYONE to do this for us!" the girl whined from the ally.
"I know, Jessie. Even money isn't working now" James agreed in disappoinment.
"Ain't you two ever heard dat saying? If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself!" Meowth butted in, only to be met by Jessie's hard-hitting mallet.
"She was a fiesty one. She'd be good for the organisation. Watch your back, little girl. Hating Pokemon is only the more reason to want to steal them!" Jessie laughed as she said the sentance, scaring James and Meowth a little.
Ashley ran until she reached the entrance to the main stadium. It was closed for the next five days until everyone had finished battling on the first four grounds, that were all withing walking distance from her current position.
"Maybe I'm not ready for the big wide world after all" Ashley panted, recalling her father's words. She crumpled to the ground and began to sob into her knees, for once not caring about her mascara running or her cheeks going blotchy. She just let it all flow. She knew this shouldn't be happening to her, it wasn't *right*.
Ashley only looked up for a second, but caught sight of a female trainer with six pokeballs clipped to her side, walking around like she was a little lost. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, but the other girl's eyes widened in what seemed...surprise?
She came rushing over and Ashley felt a little tense. She wondered whether to run or not, but had no time to think about it as the girl approached.
"Don't cry, A.C. Things will get better" the girl said as she rested her hand on Ashley's shoulder. Ashley felt a surge of electricity charge through her body as the two made contact, and lifted her tear-stained face in confusion. But by the time she did, the girl was gone, leaving Ashley with one question in her mind:
How did she know Ashley's intials?
A/N: Chapter 7 now done! Yay! Hoped you liked it! Please review, I LOVE getting reviews! :)