A/N: Whoo…Thank
Trish for the fanfic rush last night! *^o^*;; I wrote another short! Believe it
or not, this was inspired by a Slim Jim commercial. *@_@*;; You'll probably be
able to tell which one rather quickly (assuming you've seen it). Be warned, this
is my first Brock POV. Now all that's left is, lessee, Pikachu, Tracey, Jessie,
James, Meowth…various kinda main characters (Prof. Oak, Delia, Gary, etc)…the
egg? *@_@*; I hope I don't get desperate enough to do an egg POV. *^_^*; Now,
about the fic itself…There's womanizing in there, comedy (I hope), AAMR hints,
drama, and mild horror. The horror's probably influenced by Spruceton Spook,
and anything else that doesn't sound Dragoness-y is probably influenced by
Trish, cuz she's the one who I got this fanfic rush from. (just for the record,
my last fanfic rush that resulted in me writing a short fic in one sitting
(FSWC) was from Chuchino's fics) *^_^*;; Tat's all! *waves*
I know it's hot. It's
summer. What do these kids expect?
Of course…having the air
conditioner broken doesn't help matters much, but…
I glance at Nurse Joy once
last, desperate time. Oh, all the air conditioning in the world couldn't turn
down the heat in this Pokémon Center…!
"Let's go, and let's go now,"
Misty says strictly, already pinching my ear.
"Please Brock?" Ash asks.
He's using his hat to fan himself and Pikachu.
I do feel a little sorry for
them. It's over a hundred today and they look like they need to stay somewhere
where the temperature is just a bit lower.
"Oh, all right," I sigh.
Their faces immediately brighten. "But…" I look to Nurse Joy.
"But what…?"
"…Maybe I should stay here
and keep Nurse Joy company! She can't handle this heatwave all by herself, especially
with the air conditioning out!"
"Oh, and I'm sure
you'll help matters," Misty remarks icily.
"Um…"
"Pi, ka chu…" Pikachu moans.
Ash quickly fans faster, directing the air at Pikachu.I realize that this is
probably more serious than I'd like to admit.
"I wanna find a hotel…" Misty
says, "It's been such a long time since we've stayed in one…Maybe we can find
one with a pool!"
"Yeah!" Ash says.
I hold my hands up in defeat.
"All right, all right. You win, you guys. I'm sure we can find a hotel with
plenty of beautiful women to go around."
Misty gives me a look of
disgust, but lets go of my ear. She grins at Ash. "What are we waiting for!?
Let's go find one!"
"Yeah!"
* * *
Ohhh, we are lucky…I've
never seen a hotel receptionist as lovely as Cheryl…Oh…that name just sends
chills down my spine…I'd love to just…stand by her…maybe even…
"Come on Brock! We're gonna
find the pool!" Misty calls excitedly, breaking me out of my daydream. She's
already decked out in her swimwear, wearing just a t-shirt over it and
flipflops. Ash and I are the same way, only with swim trunks instead of bikinis
of course.
"After we drop our Pokémon
off at the spa," Ash reminds her.
"Of course," she says
chidingly, "I wouldn't forget about that. Now let's go!"
I smile and run after the
two. It was nice to see them actually having fun together instead of bickering.
No, they'd never let me call it bickering. If I said that, I usually ended up
with a mallet-made lump on my head…Still…it was bickering, like it or not.
We had been especially lucky
to find a room in this hotel. Misty had insisted on renting a deluxe suite for
four (she said Pikachu and Togepi could share the extra bed), and plus the
hotel was complete with a good number of saunas (all the beautiful women in
minimal clothing…*drool*), an indoor and outdoor pool (*drool again*), various
other forms of entertainment not as noteable, and a spa for Pokémon while their
trainers enjoyed themselves.
We drop all our Pokémon off
at the spa, then I have to chase after them again to the pool. They quickly rip
off their t-shirts and made for the water. I take note of that, but what really
holds my main attention was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in my life.
She sits high in the lifeguard chair, her elegant gaze surveying the churning
waters below her. She's gorgeous. She has a slim, but well-defined figure, not
hidden in the least by her lifeguard outfit. I notice that she has her t-shirt
draped over the arm of the chair. She is leaning forward for a better view, and
of course, gives me an even better one…She has long, flowing, golden-brown hair
that cascades over her shoulders and frames her beautiful face. Her skin has
just the right amount of tanning to it, and that brings out her deep,
hazel-green eyes. I want someone to pinch me, because I feel like I've died and
gone to heaven.
Be still, my heart…
I realize exactly what I must
do. I must win her over! She must be the love of my life, the one I've been
searching for!
I tear off my shirt as well
to reveal my well-muscled chest and arms. I kick off my flipflops and make sure
they're near Ash and Misty's, then head for the pool. I dive in. When I
surface, I'm greeted by a faceful of water.
"Gotcha!" Misty giggles.
"What took you so long?" Ash
asks incredulously.
Before I can reply, a voice
from heaven above calls out, "Hey! No splashing!"
We look up to see the angel.
"Sorry about that," Misty
calls back, embaressed.
"No problem. Just don't let
it happen again." Oh, her voice is like music to my ears…
I continue to gaze at her
and…she smiles at me! Her smile is like a row of tiny stars twinkling
from my angel's face…I feel like I'm about to melt from her beauty.
"Uh…Brock? Are you okay?" Ash
asks.
"Oh, Ash…" I sigh, "I
couldn't be better…"
He stares at me, and Misty
slaps her own forehead.
"What made me think we could
go to a pool without having Brock drool over some half naked girl? Ash,
what gave me that idea?"
He just blinks at her. "Uhh…"
"Exactly…" she sighs.
I chuckle at their antics,
but don't take my eyes off of my angel. "Now if you'll excuse me, you two…" I
say, and begin to wade my way over to her.
"Hey, Brock!" Misty calls,
"Please don't overdo it! She is a lifeguard after all…"
I nod, half listening to what
she just said.
"Hey, don't worry Misty," Ash
laughs, "Like anyone could drown in a pool like this…" With that I hear
splashes and giggles behind me and I know they're breaking the rule again.
"Hey! I thought I told you
not to splash!"
My angel's voice is so
beautiful, even when she's shouting…
"Um…You told her not
to splash! Not me!" I hear Ash reply.
My angel laughs, "Well, when
I say no splashing, I mean everyone, got it?"
"Okay…" he says.
"Yeah, moron," Mistys says. I
hear a loud sploosh behind me, and I turn to see Ash and Misty underwater.
Misty has Ash in a headlock. She almost looks like she's enjoying herself too
much…
There is a sharp whistle from
above me. "No horseplay! This is your final warning you two!"
My angel…The guardian
angel of the waters…
Two heads pop out of the
water. Ash gasps loudly for breath.
"…Wimp…" Misty whispers.
"…Madman…" he whispers back.
"Hey!"
They laugh and I hear many
loud splashes from across the pool. I turn around and see that they've begun a
game of tag. I can only guess what will happen if Ash is caught, and chances
are he will be. After seeing the both of them in the water, it's a little
obvious who was the better swimmer…I'll give you a hint. It's not Ash.
I take my mind off of them
again and see that I've reached the other side of the pool. Finally! My angel
awaits me!
I pull myself up the wall and
stand up. There! There is my angel, sitting upon her heavenly throne…It's time
for me to make my first move.
I stride casually over to her
my now wet skin gleaming in the light. Her throne places her head farther above
mine than usual, but I am not deterred. This time I will win my angel. I know I
will.
She smiled at me, after
all…
"Oh fair maiden of the pool,"
I say, wishing that I could reach up and take her life saving hands in mine,
"When I saw you today on your throne of life, I had only one thought in my
mind, that you are the one! You are the girl of my dreams, the one that I've
been searching for all my life! And today, I've finally found you! Please, fair
maiden, you must tell me your name!"
She stares down at me
wide-eyed, then begins to laugh. Her laughter bubbles forth like a beautiful
brook. Again, I feel like melting from her utter beauty.
"Oh, that's so cute," she
says, "You must like poetry. My name's Angela, by the way."
Angela!?
"Angela!" I repeat, taken by
beauty of it all, "What a perfect name for an angel such as yourself! My name
is Brock. I am but your humble servant! Tell me what you desire, and I
guarantee I can make your wish come true!"
She laughed again. Beautiful,
lovely laughter.
"Well, I wish those kids in
the pool would stop misbehaving, but it's okay if you can't do anything about
it," she says, and smiles! She smiles at me! Again! I cannot believe it! I feel
like I'm falling in love with her all over again!
"I'll do anything for you…" I
tell her.
Her laughter changes
slightly, but I do not care. She's beautiful. In every way imaginable. I want
her to be mine.
"That's…very, um…nice of
you…"
I smile at her. While I am
thinking of the perfect reply, I notice a sudden movement out of the corner of
my eye.
Someone's running in the
pool!
I turn to the offender and
shout at them, "No running in the pool!"
I realize then who it is. Ash
slides to a stop, bumping into one of the tables. He grabs onto it to keep from
falling. Misty is able to stop without and slipping and glares at me.
"Just what do you think you're
doing, Brock?" she demands, "You're not the lifeguard!"
"Uh…He's right though,"
Angela tells her, "There's no running allowed in the pool."
Ash walks back over to Misty.
He's holding his hand over his stomach. That's where the edge of the table hit
him.
"Can we get back in the water
now?" he asks.
She lowers her eyes at him. I
guess that that's probably what she wanted to do anyway, but she's rejecting
the idea now, simply because he was the one to suggest it.
"You can…" she says, "but…"
He waits a moment for her to
finish, then says, "But what?"
She blushes. "I have to use
the ladies room!"
He does a half-fault.
"Don't worry. I'll be back
soon enough," she reassures him, "Bye now!"
She slips her flipflops back
on, dries herself quickly with a towel, then throws her t-shirt on and skips
out the door before I can remind her not to run. I take one last glance at Ash.
He looks more than a little disappointed, but slips back into the pool anyway.
I turn my attention back to my angel.
"No splashing!" she yells at
another group of swimmers.
"My dear Angela," I tell her
dreamily and stare deep into her eyes, "My lovely angel from heaven…You are
amazing…There aren't any other girls like you in the world…Won't you please be
mine? I promise I shall keep you close, night and day, and protect you from
harm outside of the water, while you perform your heavenly duty at the
pool…Please, Angela…Won't you?"
"I…..uh…"
Oh, my poor Angela…She is
so taken aback by my charm that I've left her speechless!
"B…rock…right?"
I nod lovingly.
"Uh…Well…This…Well, this is
very sudden…"
"Love knows no time! I fell
in love with you at first sight! It is our destiny to be together! Join me,
Angela!"
"But I don't even know you!
Besid-"
"We can spend our time
getting to know each other! We can learn to make our love grow even deeper than
it is right now!"
"But…"
Her gorgeous green eyes flick
back to the pool and widen in sudden horror. I feel myself panic. What could be
upsetting my angel like this!?
"Oh my god!" she cries.
Before I can react, she flings her graceful form from her throne and into the
troubled waters.
"Angela!" I call. I want so
desperately to tell me what is the matter. I reach out for her, and I see her
swim elegantly and swiftly towards an unmoving object in the water.
What is she…?
Suddenly, I recognize her
target not as an object, but as a person! Four limbs dangle in the water, the
head is bowed. The person has black hair that floats about. I notice the trunks
that he's wearing are blue with a yellow stripe down each side…Suddenly it hits
me.
"Ash!"
How did he-!? Oh Angela,
please live up to your name and beauty!
She takes him in his arms,
She's holding him…
and carries him to the edge
of the pool.
What am I thinking!?
That's Ash who she's saving! I can't think about things like the way she's…
I run around the pool to
check on both of them.
Forget what I was just
thinking. Just let him be okay…!
She gently lowers him to the
tiles, then lowers her head onto his chest, to check if he's breathing.
Look at the way she's
touchi…No! I'm supposed to be worried about Ash!
She sits up, her eyes wide.
What does that mean?
Then she lowers herself down
again and presses both hands against his chest.
Oh, no! That means he's
not breathing!
She lowers her face down to
his.
She's giving him mouth-to-mouth!!!!
Oh, how I know I have to
fight that jealousy that's rising in me…
Their lips are touching!
…but it's so hard…
By now I'm by her side. I
want to ask how he's doing, but I'm afraid to interrupt.
Oh, go ahead and
interrupt! That means less time when she's touching him!
I open my mouth, then stop
myself in horror.
No way! I'm not letting my
hormones come before my friend's life!
But it's so hard to watch…so
very hard…
…No…If I stay here, it
just means I'm more likely to get in the way!
So I run out of the pool.
Just as I exit I bump into Misty, who's still wearing that t-shirt. She's about
to make a comment when she sees my face.
"Brock!? What's wrong?"
"I, I…" I stammer, then
finally point over my shoulder, "It's…Ash!"
"What!?"
I nod fearfully. Her eyes
widen and she rushes to the poolside and quickly finds Angela and Ash. I can't
watch. I hope Misty doesn't distract Angela in her concern for him…
I pace by the doors, still
afraid to look in and check on them. Finally, I can't take it anymore. I look up.
Their backs are turned to me. Ash is sitting up.
Thank goodness…
Misty is holding onto him
tightly. Angela pats him on the back, then stands up and ruffles his hair.
She's still touching him!
They smile at each other, and
Angela walks back to her throne. She walks like a queen…
Misty helps Ash stand up.
They walk over to our stuff. I decide it's time for me to go too. I meet them
by our towels and nonchalantly slip my flipflops back on. Misty drapes a towels
over Ash's shoulders.
"You okay, bud?" I ask him.
"Yeah," he says, a little
shakily.
Misty hands Ash his t-shirt,
then looks at me sympathetically, "I guess you couldn't handle it, huh?"
She knows!?
"Huh…?" I ask, hoping she
couldn't see through me.
"Seeing Ash like that," she
says, "It was hard for me too…"
I have to keep myself from
sighing with relief. "Y-yeah," I say, glad my nervousness is only helping prove
her idea, "It was pretty scary."
Ash smiles at us hesitantly.
"Sorry, guys…"
"Apology accepted, you
maniac. Just don't let it happen again," Misty tells him,
punching him lightly in the arm.
He grins at her, but he still
looks nervous. I guess I can't blame him. He just had his life saved…
I suddenly look up at my
angel, sitting on her throne again…
He just had his life saved
by an angel…There's no man on earth luckier than him…
I feel the jealousy return
and try to fight it with all my might.
"Let's go get the Pokémon and
go back to our room," Misty says quietly.
I snap out of my reverie and
look at her. We both nod gratefully.
* * *
Once Pikachu hears what happened
to his friend, he insists on sleeping with Ash instead of Togepi. Misty won't
let Togepi sleep alone, so it is sleeping with her. I'm the only one without a
partner.
Angela…
* * *
We're back at the pool. Ash
doesn't mind. It takes more than what happened yesterday to scare him. He just
says he doesn't want to swim today. I'm the only one in my swim trunks. Both
Ash and Misty are sitting with Angela…They're talking to her…ignoring me…
I stand in the water at the
shallow end of the pool. They continue to ignore me. I don't want them to
ignore me, especially not Angela. It's not fair that they're friends with her
and I'm not. Just because she saved his life.
It could've been anyone in
the pool. It could even be…
I realize a way to get her
attention.
It could even be me…
I wade over to the deeper
end, eventually having to swim.
All I have to do is
pretend to drown, and then she'll come, and she'll hold me. I'll hold my breath,
and she'll make her lips touch mine…
Oh, thank you, Ash, for
showing me the way…
I take a deep breath and dive
under the water. I stay under for a little while, then I slacken myself to look
the same way Ash did before she pulled him out of the pool. I wait.
And wait…
Where is my angel…?
I dare to open my eye and
stare through the water towards her throne. There she is, still talking to Ash
and Misty. She doesn't notice me.
Why would she notice me?
She's distracted…The same way she was too distracted to see Ash right away…He's
really lucky, isn't he?
I wait desperately for her to
notice me. It's taking too long. I can't hold my breath much longer.
They laugh at something. I
wish I knew what.
I wonder if this was what
Ash felt like…
Finally, I can't take it
anymore. My lungs are burning. I open my mouth for air, but water rushes in
instead. I begin to flail in the water. I forget everything I know about
swimming as I rapidly begin to sink further underwater. I take one more
desperate glance at the lifeguard tower. I see Ash, staring right at me. His eyes
are narrowed, but he's smiling. He's smiling as he's watching me drown. His
lips split to reveal a horrifying grin unlike any I've seen before.
"How does it feel, Brock?" he
asks, "How does it feel to drown this way?"
I shout for him! I shout that
I'm sorry, but my voice comes out as nothing but a mass of bubbles. Through the
bubbles, I see that Angela is now watching me as well.
"Angela!" I cry, and I'm
surprised that I can speak that, "My angel! Save me!"
She looks at me coldly. "Why
would I save you?" she asks, "After what you did yesterday, you deserve
this."
"Angela!!"
"…And by the way," she says,
"The devil is an angel too."
The three of them laugh in
the worst way I've ever heard. Their laughter is the last thing I hear before
the water swallows me up for once and for all.
* * *
"Brock!"
Misty and Ash are staring at
me in their nightclothes. I realize that I'm in bed.
"I…I'm alive!…It was a
dream!"
They both nod slowly. I
suddenly stare at Ash. When he sees that, he looks nervous. I ignore that and
jump out of bed, then hug him tightly. He yelps in surprise but isn't strong
enough to fight his way loose.
"Oh, Ash! I'm so sorry!" I
bawl, "I never should've let my hormones get carried away like that! I promise
I'll never talk to another pretty girl like that again! I'm so sorrrryy!!"
"…Brock…" he gasps,
"…can't…breathe…"
I let go of him suddenly, and
he stumbles backwards.
"What's gotten into you?"
Misty asks incredulously.
"I've finally realized the
error of my ways!" I tell her, "Yesterday at the pool…It was my fault…"
"What!?" she asks in
confusion.
I glance at Ash. He's staring
at me with the biggest eyes I've ever seen on his face.
"The lifeguard…" he stammers,
"She…She didn't get there right away…because…because you were talking to
her!…That's what you're trying to say isn't it!?"
Misty looks at him, a little
shocked that he figured it out before he did, but she looks just plain angry
when she turns to me.
"Brock! How could you do
that!!??"
"It-it was easy," I mutter
sheepishly, then before she can hit me, I kneel before them and kiss them both
on the hands. "I already told you I'm sorry, and I am. With all my heart. I
hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me…"
I look up at them. Ash looks seriously scared, and Misty looks like she's
seeing a ghost. They shakily glance at each other, nod once, then look at me
and nod viciously. Delighted, I grab both of them them in a bear hug. "Thanks
you guys! You're the best!" I tell them.
This time, Ash doesn't
complain about the hug, and neither does Misty. I wonder to myself if it's
because I have them squeezed right next to each other…
Oh well…They don't completely
realize it yet, but I know that they're definitely each other's angels…I'll
find my own true angel…someday…
I sigh, but I don't have the
heart to let go. They still seem to be enjoying themselves…
A/N: There it is,
my first Brock POV fic. I think I made him a little too poetic, but oh well.
That was actually more fun to write than I thought it would be. *^_^*;; Maybe
we'll see more Brock POV in the future. Hm… Also, I'm trying to come up with a
fic in which nothing really evil happens to Ash…Unfortunately for him, I'm still
trying. *^_~*; I suppose I could've written this with Brock being the first one
to drown, and then he would've ended up winning the girl…but Brock can't find
true love yet! It goes against tradition! It also goes against tradition for
Ash not to drown in an episode where water plays an important role.
*^_~*; He's so good at it, I didn't really feel a need to put an explanation
for why the heck he ended up drowning. He's just really good at it.
Kinda the same way TR is good at blasting off. So, with that said…Tat's all!
*^_^*;; (and sorry for the long a/ns, but i'm still in a rambling mood *^.^*;;)
