A.N.- Yes! Third chapter. Finally! Anyway, enjoy!
Mastermind Matchmaker, AKA Brock
Chapter 3: Team Rocket's In the Picture Now!
"WAAAAAAAAAA! OW OW OWIE!!!" Ash had just tried to turn on the stove, and it had blasted him in the face with fire. "I don't know why that should hurt," Misty said, annoyed. "You get barbequed by Cyndaquil all the time!"
"Oh yeah. Good point, Mist." Ash sprung up, having the resilience of a toddler. Misty sighed. " This time, I'll turn on the stove. You can...uh...go get vegetables or something."
"OK!! Bulbasaur, I choose you!" The plant Pokemon sprung out of his Pokeball, looking expectantly at his master. "Bulba? What? " The Pokemon asked.
" Hi, ol' buddy! Could you go and use your razor leaf to cut some stuff?" "Namely, EDIBLE FOOD!" Misty yelled, interrupting Ash.
"Saur! Sure! " Bulbasaur answered. The Pokemon walked, er, waddled off into the forest. Ash and Misty soon started gathering more firewood. Ash got out the instruction manual... but accidentally stumbled and threw it into the roaring fire. They stood in silence watching their temporary "bible" snap, crackle, and pop as it turned to ashes (no pun intended). Ash tentatively looked at Misty, and nearly fell over from the shock... she didn't look mad at all! Just for precaution, he quickly threw on his puppy eyes just as Misty turned to glare at him, but her glare quickly turned into a smile as she saw his pathetic attempt to throw her off with a cute look.
" Um..." Ash started, not exactly sure what was going on inside the (sometimes) evil head of Misty.
"What?" Misty asked, a little annoyed, but not knowing why.
"Are you mad?" Now that made Misty double with laughter. He sounded so much like a little 5-year-old, who had just broken an expensive vase. Here he is, a 15-year-old, was in the top 16 in the Indigo Competition, beat the Orange League AND the Sky League...and practically begging Misty not to hurt him.
"No...but just for that, you have to finish collecting the firewood on your own, and I'll cut the vegetables that Bulbasaur brings back." As soon as she finished speaking, along came a tiny plant pokemon carrying a bunch of plants (that hopefully were veggies). Ash continued picking up dried pieces of wood, which was slightly difficult because the rainy season had come and, unfortunately, had also lived up to its name. Misty set down a chopping board on a log, placed the food Bulbasaur brought on it, and proceeded to chop it...
" Wait, it's this way, no! I'VE GOT IT!!! I TURN RIGHT!!!" Meanwhile, Brock was having a pretty hard time navigating himself around the forest. And it really didn't help that he had the map upside-down. So he continued getting himself lost...when he heard voices that sounded awfully familiar...
"MEOWTH!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU- CATS DON'T USE HAIRSPRAY!!"
"Meowth! Well this cat does!"
"GRRRRRRRRR!!!"
" Jesse, please calm down! Violence is not the ans-YAAAAAAAH!! HEEELP!!" Numerous sounds of pain quickly filled the forest as Brock slowly creeped behind some bushes and peeked, or should I say spied on Team Rocket. It seemed that Meowth had completely used up Jesse's hairspray, and Jesse was mad as...well, as mad as a mad Jesse. Which, I might add, is REALLY mad. It also seemed that Jesse was going to have to go through a WHOLE ENTIRE DAY without...(gasp!) hairspray. Oh, the horror!
"Don't worry Jess! You know I keep a spare!" Ok, so she wouldn't have to go through a day without hairspray.
"James! You're a lifesaver! As for you, "top cat"," Jesse grinned sadistically, " Let's see how many lives cats really have." And so Jesse proceeded to pound Meowth with her forever-feared "Mallet of Doom" (Misty also has one). Once she finished torturing Meowth, she ran and hugged James like he had just saved her life...Well, to her, he actually did.
" I owe you one, James," She admitted.
" I'll remember that!" James grinned...and Jesse glared. "Don't think this is going to become a habit!!!" The blue-haired TR member cowered under her angry look.
"I'll remember that, too."
Brock snorted at Team Rocket's funny scene. Unfortunately, Jesse appeared to have heard the repressed burst of laughter and transferred her glare from James to the patch of foliage Brock was hiding in. Needless to say, James sighed [with relief]. Jesse stomped (AN-what am I saying here?) over to the bushes and pulled them back to reveal a very sheepish but scared Brock.
"What the hell?!?!?"
"OH!! AHH!" Misty winced as the blade sliced her finger. "What happened? Are you okay??" A very concerned Ash ran over to the bleeding Misty.
" Yeah, just a cut. It's kind of deep, but-AHH!" Misty painfully exclaimed as Ash gently touched her finger. "That's pretty deep for just a cut, Mist. Here, let me bandage you."
Ash pulled the medical kit out of his tent and then turned is attention fully to Misty. "Okay, this will sting a bit, but just stay still." He applied a disinfectant to the wound, which made Misty pull back her finger, but Ash firmly held on to it. He wrapped it with some gauze, but then felt Misty gazing at him.
"What is it?" Ash asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"OH! Uh, um... it's nothing...actually, thanks Ash."
"Oh, everyone knows how to bandage a finger."
"That's not exactly what I meant...Just thanks for caring so much." Ash blushed at this, and quickly said "No problem." He added in his head, `Definitely not a problem.'
Brock felt cornered. Which he was. Jesse stared at him and asked more than a little annoyed, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Umm..."
"WELL?!?"
"UhIneedyourhelppleasepleasedon'thurtme!!"
"What? English please." Brock took a deep breath. Team Rocket wasn't anything to be scared of, but an annoyed Jesse certainly was. So he repeated what he said a little slower.
"I need your help." Of course, he cut out the "don't hurt me" and the "please"s.
"With what?"
"Um, could I sit down?"
"You are." Brock nervously laughed and stood up to sit down near their campfire.
"Ok. So here's the deal, Team Rocket. Putting it simply, I want you to help me play matchmaker for Ash and Misty."
"Oh, you mean Mr. and Mrs. Twerp?"
"Well, technically, they're not married, but yeah."
"What's in it for us?"
"Um...you might have a chance at catching Pikachu..." Jesse rolled her eyes. "...And I'll cook you whatever you want!" Brock grinned. Jesse's eyes grew as big as dinner plates. She twirled and hugged James for the second time that night. James blushed and weakly hugged her back. Brock snorted at Jesse's display of affection for the blue-haired member of the trio.
"I'll take that as a yes?" Brock asked smugly. Jesse felt her face grow hot but quickly turned and yelled at Brock to hide her embarrassment, and her blushing face. James snapped out of his momentary shock that Jesse, the mallet-wielding, hot-tempered, evil but beautiful Team Rocket member, had actually hugged him TWICE in about ten minutes. `I must have done something really good in my past life to get this.'
"James, what do you say?" Brock noticed that he had been unusually silent ever since Jesse had first hugged him.
"Um...sure!"
15 MINUTES LATER...
Pikachu perked his ears up as he heard a familiar voice near the bushes.
"Psssst..."
"Pika?" Ash turned to look at his poke-friend.
" What's up, buddy?"
"Pikapi." Pikachu vigorously shook his head, but curiously looked at the mysterious talking shrub. He glanced at Ash, and seeing his trainer was preoccupied, he scampered over to the bush.
"PIKA?" He exclaimed as he found himself staring at Brock.
"Oh hi Pikachu."
"PIPI?"
"Um...sure." Pikachu shook his head. Of course Brock couldn't understand him. Only Ash could, but Misty did know her name. So Pikachu started
mime-ing out what he was saying. Of course, Brock didn't get it.
"WHAT?!? You saw Nurse Joy AND Officer Jenny in bathing suits at the beach?!? Heck, what am I waiting for- LET'S GO!" Brock took off, but soon received a slightly painful bolt of electricity from- who else- Pikachu.
"O-o-o-oooooh...ow." Brock mumbled as he, inevitably, fell over. The electric Pokemon tried once again to ask him the question. As soon as Brock recovered, he asked innocently, "So I guess you want to know why I'm here?" Pikachu sweatdropped.
"PIKA!!!"
"Yes? Well, see, I'm having Ash and Misty play matchmaker for Jesse and James, and also having Jesse and James play matchmaker for Ash and Misty.
No, seriously, Pikachu, I think I'm a genius." Pikachu nodded numbly.
"Anyway, do you think you could get all the other pokemon to help me?"
"Pika!" `Pikachu, pikapi pi pipika pipi pika pikachupi pi' [Pikachu thought that last sentence.] "Sure!" `But Ash and Misty are gonna kill me.'
"Great! You're the best, Pikachu."
"Pika." You better believe it.
kat: So! Like this chapter? I'm sorry I'm so slow...but I have lots of schoolwork. And I just finished exams- YAY! Please read and review. Well, actually, just review cause you've already read. No pointless flames though. I mean, if I write horribly, then help me fix it by giving me CONSTRUCTIVE criticism- that is, tell me how I could improve. Ja ne!
Mastermind Matchmaker, AKA Brock
Chapter 3: Team Rocket's In the Picture Now!
"WAAAAAAAAAA! OW OW OWIE!!!" Ash had just tried to turn on the stove, and it had blasted him in the face with fire. "I don't know why that should hurt," Misty said, annoyed. "You get barbequed by Cyndaquil all the time!"
"Oh yeah. Good point, Mist." Ash sprung up, having the resilience of a toddler. Misty sighed. " This time, I'll turn on the stove. You can...uh...go get vegetables or something."
"OK!! Bulbasaur, I choose you!" The plant Pokemon sprung out of his Pokeball, looking expectantly at his master. "Bulba? What? " The Pokemon asked.
" Hi, ol' buddy! Could you go and use your razor leaf to cut some stuff?" "Namely, EDIBLE FOOD!" Misty yelled, interrupting Ash.
"Saur! Sure! " Bulbasaur answered. The Pokemon walked, er, waddled off into the forest. Ash and Misty soon started gathering more firewood. Ash got out the instruction manual... but accidentally stumbled and threw it into the roaring fire. They stood in silence watching their temporary "bible" snap, crackle, and pop as it turned to ashes (no pun intended). Ash tentatively looked at Misty, and nearly fell over from the shock... she didn't look mad at all! Just for precaution, he quickly threw on his puppy eyes just as Misty turned to glare at him, but her glare quickly turned into a smile as she saw his pathetic attempt to throw her off with a cute look.
" Um..." Ash started, not exactly sure what was going on inside the (sometimes) evil head of Misty.
"What?" Misty asked, a little annoyed, but not knowing why.
"Are you mad?" Now that made Misty double with laughter. He sounded so much like a little 5-year-old, who had just broken an expensive vase. Here he is, a 15-year-old, was in the top 16 in the Indigo Competition, beat the Orange League AND the Sky League...and practically begging Misty not to hurt him.
"No...but just for that, you have to finish collecting the firewood on your own, and I'll cut the vegetables that Bulbasaur brings back." As soon as she finished speaking, along came a tiny plant pokemon carrying a bunch of plants (that hopefully were veggies). Ash continued picking up dried pieces of wood, which was slightly difficult because the rainy season had come and, unfortunately, had also lived up to its name. Misty set down a chopping board on a log, placed the food Bulbasaur brought on it, and proceeded to chop it...
" Wait, it's this way, no! I'VE GOT IT!!! I TURN RIGHT!!!" Meanwhile, Brock was having a pretty hard time navigating himself around the forest. And it really didn't help that he had the map upside-down. So he continued getting himself lost...when he heard voices that sounded awfully familiar...
"MEOWTH!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU- CATS DON'T USE HAIRSPRAY!!"
"Meowth! Well this cat does!"
"GRRRRRRRRR!!!"
" Jesse, please calm down! Violence is not the ans-YAAAAAAAH!! HEEELP!!" Numerous sounds of pain quickly filled the forest as Brock slowly creeped behind some bushes and peeked, or should I say spied on Team Rocket. It seemed that Meowth had completely used up Jesse's hairspray, and Jesse was mad as...well, as mad as a mad Jesse. Which, I might add, is REALLY mad. It also seemed that Jesse was going to have to go through a WHOLE ENTIRE DAY without...(gasp!) hairspray. Oh, the horror!
"Don't worry Jess! You know I keep a spare!" Ok, so she wouldn't have to go through a day without hairspray.
"James! You're a lifesaver! As for you, "top cat"," Jesse grinned sadistically, " Let's see how many lives cats really have." And so Jesse proceeded to pound Meowth with her forever-feared "Mallet of Doom" (Misty also has one). Once she finished torturing Meowth, she ran and hugged James like he had just saved her life...Well, to her, he actually did.
" I owe you one, James," She admitted.
" I'll remember that!" James grinned...and Jesse glared. "Don't think this is going to become a habit!!!" The blue-haired TR member cowered under her angry look.
"I'll remember that, too."
Brock snorted at Team Rocket's funny scene. Unfortunately, Jesse appeared to have heard the repressed burst of laughter and transferred her glare from James to the patch of foliage Brock was hiding in. Needless to say, James sighed [with relief]. Jesse stomped (AN-what am I saying here?) over to the bushes and pulled them back to reveal a very sheepish but scared Brock.
"What the hell?!?!?"
"OH!! AHH!" Misty winced as the blade sliced her finger. "What happened? Are you okay??" A very concerned Ash ran over to the bleeding Misty.
" Yeah, just a cut. It's kind of deep, but-AHH!" Misty painfully exclaimed as Ash gently touched her finger. "That's pretty deep for just a cut, Mist. Here, let me bandage you."
Ash pulled the medical kit out of his tent and then turned is attention fully to Misty. "Okay, this will sting a bit, but just stay still." He applied a disinfectant to the wound, which made Misty pull back her finger, but Ash firmly held on to it. He wrapped it with some gauze, but then felt Misty gazing at him.
"What is it?" Ash asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"OH! Uh, um... it's nothing...actually, thanks Ash."
"Oh, everyone knows how to bandage a finger."
"That's not exactly what I meant...Just thanks for caring so much." Ash blushed at this, and quickly said "No problem." He added in his head, `Definitely not a problem.'
Brock felt cornered. Which he was. Jesse stared at him and asked more than a little annoyed, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Umm..."
"WELL?!?"
"UhIneedyourhelppleasepleasedon'thurtme!!"
"What? English please." Brock took a deep breath. Team Rocket wasn't anything to be scared of, but an annoyed Jesse certainly was. So he repeated what he said a little slower.
"I need your help." Of course, he cut out the "don't hurt me" and the "please"s.
"With what?"
"Um, could I sit down?"
"You are." Brock nervously laughed and stood up to sit down near their campfire.
"Ok. So here's the deal, Team Rocket. Putting it simply, I want you to help me play matchmaker for Ash and Misty."
"Oh, you mean Mr. and Mrs. Twerp?"
"Well, technically, they're not married, but yeah."
"What's in it for us?"
"Um...you might have a chance at catching Pikachu..." Jesse rolled her eyes. "...And I'll cook you whatever you want!" Brock grinned. Jesse's eyes grew as big as dinner plates. She twirled and hugged James for the second time that night. James blushed and weakly hugged her back. Brock snorted at Jesse's display of affection for the blue-haired member of the trio.
"I'll take that as a yes?" Brock asked smugly. Jesse felt her face grow hot but quickly turned and yelled at Brock to hide her embarrassment, and her blushing face. James snapped out of his momentary shock that Jesse, the mallet-wielding, hot-tempered, evil but beautiful Team Rocket member, had actually hugged him TWICE in about ten minutes. `I must have done something really good in my past life to get this.'
"James, what do you say?" Brock noticed that he had been unusually silent ever since Jesse had first hugged him.
"Um...sure!"
15 MINUTES LATER...
Pikachu perked his ears up as he heard a familiar voice near the bushes.
"Psssst..."
"Pika?" Ash turned to look at his poke-friend.
" What's up, buddy?"
"Pikapi." Pikachu vigorously shook his head, but curiously looked at the mysterious talking shrub. He glanced at Ash, and seeing his trainer was preoccupied, he scampered over to the bush.
"PIKA?" He exclaimed as he found himself staring at Brock.
"Oh hi Pikachu."
"PIPI?"
"Um...sure." Pikachu shook his head. Of course Brock couldn't understand him. Only Ash could, but Misty did know her name. So Pikachu started
mime-ing out what he was saying. Of course, Brock didn't get it.
"WHAT?!? You saw Nurse Joy AND Officer Jenny in bathing suits at the beach?!? Heck, what am I waiting for- LET'S GO!" Brock took off, but soon received a slightly painful bolt of electricity from- who else- Pikachu.
"O-o-o-oooooh...ow." Brock mumbled as he, inevitably, fell over. The electric Pokemon tried once again to ask him the question. As soon as Brock recovered, he asked innocently, "So I guess you want to know why I'm here?" Pikachu sweatdropped.
"PIKA!!!"
"Yes? Well, see, I'm having Ash and Misty play matchmaker for Jesse and James, and also having Jesse and James play matchmaker for Ash and Misty.
No, seriously, Pikachu, I think I'm a genius." Pikachu nodded numbly.
"Anyway, do you think you could get all the other pokemon to help me?"
"Pika!" `Pikachu, pikapi pi pipika pipi pika pikachupi pi' [Pikachu thought that last sentence.] "Sure!" `But Ash and Misty are gonna kill me.'
"Great! You're the best, Pikachu."
"Pika." You better believe it.
kat: So! Like this chapter? I'm sorry I'm so slow...but I have lots of schoolwork. And I just finished exams- YAY! Please read and review. Well, actually, just review cause you've already read. No pointless flames though. I mean, if I write horribly, then help me fix it by giving me CONSTRUCTIVE criticism- that is, tell me how I could improve. Ja ne!