Disclaimer: I would think that by the third chapter, I wouldn't need these anymore. But for those of you that think you need to find a reason to sue me, I'm saying now that I don't own any Gundam Wing, Pokemon, Fushigi Yugi, Star Wars, and anything else I mentioned in here. Besides, I don't have any money anyway!
Author's notes: I like the ending of this chapter, but the main story is lacking a plot. I need to come up with something to do with this one. I'll hopefully have some kind of plot by the next chapter in the Trowa/Pokemon saga. If I don't then I'll just skip it and go on with the other stories so you people don't have to wait for me on it. Oh yeah, I did manage to work in a Star Wars quote! See if you can find it. (don't worry if you can't... it's more of a "sentence that was used in Star Wars that could be anything else" rather than a quote)
Something's Wrong in Anime Land!
Ch. 3 - Pokemon Master and a Misguided Knife
Trowa stood just off stage waiting for his act. He was still Catherine's assistant for knife-throwing. Having knifes thrown at his head surprisingly didn't bother him. He trusted Catherine (although she did hit him once...) and besides, he'd been doing the act for over a year.
Catherine walked up behind him. "Trowa, we're on." she said. They both took their position in the circus ring. Just as Catherine threw the first knife, there was a blinding flash of light and Trowa was gone!
Being a knife thower's assistant had never been this interesting.
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When Trowa could see again he found himself in a place he'd never seen before. Standing next to him were a girl with orangehair, a boy with very very thin eyes, and a small yellow creature that he couldn't identify.
"I wonder how that boy sees anything." Trowa wondered.
The boy, the girl, and the yellow thing stared at Trowa as if he was a ghost.
"Pika... Pikapi?" the yellow thing questioned.
"Yeah, you're right, Pikachu. That's definately NOT Ash." the girl replied. Then to Trowa, she stated, "Hi, I'm Misty. Who are you? And what did you do with Ash?"
Trowa decided that in this case it was best to answer truthfully. "You can call me Trowa. I don't know who Ash is, so I doubt that I could have done anything to him."
At this point the boy finally piped up. "Isn't it weird that you would suddenly take Ash's place and not have any idea who he is? It seems to me that you should know SOMETHING. Oh, my name is Brock by the way."
"I already said I don't know anything." Trowa plainly stated.
"Um.. Brock I have to talk to you." Misty said and they disappeared behind a strategically placed bunch of bushes to talk about Trowa, leaving him alone with just Pikachu.
"PIKA pikapi ka chu pi pi ka pikachu pika PIKACHUCHU!!!!!!!" Pikachu exclaimed, sounding annoyed.
Trowa looked at Pikachu blankly. "I'm sorry, but I don't know what that means."
Pikachu turned his back on him. "Pika..."
Suddenly Misty and Brock resurfaced from their discussion behind the bush and announced that they decided to trust Trowa and that they would let him hang around with them until they figured out what was going on. Trowa accepted their offer. He, of course, was just as confused as anyone else.
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After a few mishaps with random pokemon that Misty and Brock handled and a meal entirely of Brock's rice balls, (AN: They are NOT donuts! Stupid dubbers....) the mismatched threesome decided to settle down for the night. They found a big field to sleep in. Trowa had a choice of sleeping in Ash's sleeping bag or on the ground. He chose the ground. Pikachu, who by this point had made it very obvious that he didn't like Trowa, came over and yelled at him in Pika-speak yet again before going to sleep on the other side of the field.
The last thing that Trowa thought before falling asleep was "I've got a bad feeling about this..."
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Meanwhile, the knife Catherine threw ended up somewhere else entirely...
Miaka was having a relatively normal conversation with Nuriko and Hotohori (what they were talking about isn't particularly important to the story) when a knife appeared out of nowhere directed toward Hotohori's head. He quickly ducked and the knife stuck in the wall. Hotohori was stunned and speechless for a moment. Nuriko and Miaka leaped up and searched for the person who threw the knife. Then Nuriko realized it was probably a good idea to see if Hotohori was okay. He looked back at Hotohori who looked perfectly fine except for one thing.
"Y-your majesty..." Nuriko began shakily, "I think you'd better look in a mirror."
Hotohori did as Nuriko said, only to find that about half his hair was missing.
"MY HAIR!!!" he screamed. "This is a tragedy!"
At this, Miaka gave up the search and joined Nuriko in staring at the poor emperor. When she saw his hair, she fought the urge to laugh.
"Don't... heh heh... worry, Hotohori... ha ha... I think... hahaha... your hair looks uh... good like that!" She couldn't help it. She cracked up.
Hotohori looked crushed and called for the royal guards. "GUARDS! Find the man that threw that knife and bring him to me RIGHT AWAY!!!"
