I stood, holding the oddly colored tennis ball in my right hand. I held it up defiantly, getting some odd looks from Hikaru, Lantis, and the others that were hanging around. I ignore them. What do I care if people think I'm strange? I'm hyper right now, and no one is going to stop me from reaching my goal!!!
I look at Mokona, standing a few feet away from me, casually sniffing at a flower. Ha! Little does that fur-ball know what's about to happen to him!
"Um, Umi-san?" Hikaru questions me in a very hesitant voice.
"SSSHHHHH!!!!" I hiss out. I hold my breath as Mokona looks up.
I let my breath out as Mokona goes back to puuing at the flower. The baka! He's such a dork. Saying puu isn't going to do a thing!
I take a step closer, still holding the oddly colored tennis ball in my hand above my head. The tennis ball was colored with three colors. The top half was a beautiful crimson color, while the bottom is crystal white. There is a black line down the center, where it is supposed to open. But my replica doesn't open. Good enough for my purposes.
Mokona suddenly hears me. He bounces away, jumping around a tree. I race after him in SD form, holding the tennis ball in my hand still.
"Stand still!" I cry out.
Suddenly when I get a clear shot, I launch the tennis ball, crying out, "Poke-ball, go!!!"
Mokona jumps up, letting the tennis ball hit the ground right where he was standing. Baka!
Suddenly, from out of no where, I pull a stun-gun from my pocket. I don't know how one fit there, but it's certainly handy.
I aim the gun, smiling wickedly. I can hear Hikaru protesting in the background, but too bad. I pull the trigger, watching as Mokona stops bouncing, frozen stiff.
"Muahahahahahaha!!!" I call out as I launch the 'poke-ball.' It hits Mokona's side, knocking him flat on his face while he is still frozen. I can hear people giggling behind me, but I begin fuming. My poke-ball didn't work!!!
Oh, I forgot to call out. I pick up the ball again and throw it, this time accompanied by, "Poke-ball, go!!!"
This time it once more bounces off Mokona's butt. "GRRRRRR!!!!"
I watch as Ascot walks over to me. He places a hand on my shoulder, instantly removing it as my fuming burns him.
"Umi-san, you might want to stop pretending you're--"
"No!!! I will be a Pokemon Master! Nothing shall stop me! I shall catch the rare Mew and get every badge. Cascade! Water! Rainbow!"
My ranting would have gone on, but at that point Ascot lifted me off the ground and into his arms. I protested, of course. I couldn't make it *easy* for him to drag me away from my dreams of being the greatest Pokemon Master ever.
"But, I like Pokemon!" I cry out.
"That's fine," Ascot assures me. "But Mokona is not a Mew."
"You're right! He's RARER than Mew! I must have him!!!!!!"
Ascot sighs. "Umi, what am I going to do with you?"
"Let me go to catch the rare Mokona?"
He just gives me a look. I know that look. It means no in basic terms. I sigh. Perhaps tomorrow I can be a Pokemon Master.
Or maybe a Sailor Scout!!!!!
I look at Mokona, standing a few feet away from me, casually sniffing at a flower. Ha! Little does that fur-ball know what's about to happen to him!
"Um, Umi-san?" Hikaru questions me in a very hesitant voice.
"SSSHHHHH!!!!" I hiss out. I hold my breath as Mokona looks up.
I let my breath out as Mokona goes back to puuing at the flower. The baka! He's such a dork. Saying puu isn't going to do a thing!
I take a step closer, still holding the oddly colored tennis ball in my hand above my head. The tennis ball was colored with three colors. The top half was a beautiful crimson color, while the bottom is crystal white. There is a black line down the center, where it is supposed to open. But my replica doesn't open. Good enough for my purposes.
Mokona suddenly hears me. He bounces away, jumping around a tree. I race after him in SD form, holding the tennis ball in my hand still.
"Stand still!" I cry out.
Suddenly when I get a clear shot, I launch the tennis ball, crying out, "Poke-ball, go!!!"
Mokona jumps up, letting the tennis ball hit the ground right where he was standing. Baka!
Suddenly, from out of no where, I pull a stun-gun from my pocket. I don't know how one fit there, but it's certainly handy.
I aim the gun, smiling wickedly. I can hear Hikaru protesting in the background, but too bad. I pull the trigger, watching as Mokona stops bouncing, frozen stiff.
"Muahahahahahaha!!!" I call out as I launch the 'poke-ball.' It hits Mokona's side, knocking him flat on his face while he is still frozen. I can hear people giggling behind me, but I begin fuming. My poke-ball didn't work!!!
Oh, I forgot to call out. I pick up the ball again and throw it, this time accompanied by, "Poke-ball, go!!!"
This time it once more bounces off Mokona's butt. "GRRRRRR!!!!"
I watch as Ascot walks over to me. He places a hand on my shoulder, instantly removing it as my fuming burns him.
"Umi-san, you might want to stop pretending you're--"
"No!!! I will be a Pokemon Master! Nothing shall stop me! I shall catch the rare Mew and get every badge. Cascade! Water! Rainbow!"
My ranting would have gone on, but at that point Ascot lifted me off the ground and into his arms. I protested, of course. I couldn't make it *easy* for him to drag me away from my dreams of being the greatest Pokemon Master ever.
"But, I like Pokemon!" I cry out.
"That's fine," Ascot assures me. "But Mokona is not a Mew."
"You're right! He's RARER than Mew! I must have him!!!!!!"
Ascot sighs. "Umi, what am I going to do with you?"
"Let me go to catch the rare Mokona?"
He just gives me a look. I know that look. It means no in basic terms. I sigh. Perhaps tomorrow I can be a Pokemon Master.
Or maybe a Sailor Scout!!!!!