The Pokemon Convention was every Pokemon Master-to-be's dream; and if not -the-
dream, -a- dream to anyone else who did anything related to pocket monsters.
Easily reaching an attendance of over 20,000 people, the PokeCon had dealers
rooms, extensive panels on anything and everything, separate sections for
trainers, breeders and gym leaders; panels with tips for beating the Elite Four,
pokemon as pets, the ever-popular pokemon showing circuit, and a very interesting
cosplay... There were a lot of girls dressed as pikachus, but Ash always felt that
the little animals should have more fur -- if he saw a real pikachu showing so
much skin, he'd be appalled at the mistreatment. Breeder Brock never seemed to
mind, strangely enough. Anyway, it was everything Ash had ever wanted in one
place.
As a former Indigo League competitor and Orange Islands champion, Ash was invited
to speak on one of the panels. A.J., some girl he'd never heard of, Richie, and
Gary were also there-- something about up-and-coming pokemon talents in the next
year's Indigo League.
"Well, looks like all but one will be people I'll be happy to see again," Ash
claimed upon hearing the lineup. But in some dark place inside of him -- the Non-
Pokemon/Feelings part -- he knew that wasn't quite true, unless he turned out to
really hate the girl. It would be good to see Richie again, and A.J. had promised
him a battle next time they met. But Gary... Gary was the unknown, Gary was the
one deterring his almost single-minded devotion to being a pokemon master-- or at
the very least, deterring his single-minded enjoyment of the PokeCon. Either way,
Ash really didn't appreciate it very much.
Case in point... the other night. Ash wouldn't lie; ever since they were kids and
had changed from best friends to bitter rivals, he'd felt a certain something --
not quite dread, since Ash was no coward -- but maybe... anticipation, yes, that
was it. Because something about Gary always seemed to catch him off-kilter, always
made him question whatever it was he was doing, and there wasn't much that irked
Ash more than thinking about why he was doing something. So, nights before he left
for home, or times when he knew he would have to clash with his rival, he tended
to have bad dreams. Usually involving Gary-- sometimes replays of past meetings,
always humiliating Ash, belittling him, surpassing him.
This time had been different. Oh, he'd dreamt of Gary, all right. But instead of
it being Gary showing him up through whatever knowledge or honors he'd gained
since they'd last met, it was Gary stopping him from arguing with his lips on his.
And on other places. He'd woken up sweating and breathless... and otherwise
completely betrayed by his body.
What the heck was that supposed to be anyway? He hated Gary, right? So then, why
was he (his body, really; Ash denied all responsibility) interested in... mushy
stuff with him? Why was the thought of Gary lying beside him, caressing him,
enough to make him forget his enmity and add new things to the 'Not Pokemon' file?
...Or at least, why wouldn't they just stay there?
"Arrgh," Ash cried, throwing his head back in frustration.
"Calm down, it's not -that- long a line," Brock fussed.
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Brock smiled. "We're almost at the fifteen more minutes sign."
The younger boy rolled his eyes, embracing the change in thoughts. "You're only
enjoying being in line because the registration person at the end is Nurse Joy."
"Hee hee..." ...Guess some things you don't grow out of. Respect as a friend and
trainer aside, Ash honestly hoped he would never, ever act like Brock. "You know,
the Nurse Joy in Vermilion is the loveliest of all."
"You say that everywhere we go. Besides, I thought you'd decided once and for all
that Joy from Pewter was your favorite."
"Well, that was before she put out that restraining order..."
"What?" Ash was dismayed (but not entirely surprised) to see that Brock wasn't
joking. "So that's why you've been spending so much time in Pallet?"
"No, no, that's just to see you... and your lovely mother." Ash always hated it
when Brock mentioned his mom and grinned in the same sentence, especially since it
tended to happen often. "Anyway, it wasn't too much of a problem until they
stopped sending Officer Jenny to enforce it..." He stuck his lip out in a pout.
"Those male officers aren't any fun at all."
Ash opened his mouth, then closed it again. "Sometimes you scare me, Brock."
Hopefully Misty would show up soon.
"Ah, you're funny, Ash. Nurse Joy's registration is only fourteen short minutes
away..."
"Oh man..."
+ + +
Misty had eventually joined them, though was useless for what Ash had needed her
for; she showed up when they were literally the second people in line for
registration. She -claimed- that she'd been watching a movie and gotten caught up
in the story; Ash wasn't sure what Misty was doing watching TV when she was
supposed to be waiting in line with them. Brock had said to calm down, defusing
the situation before another fight broke out. They'd split again to kill some time
before Opening Ceremonies that evening, though Ash had a sneaking suspicion that
Misty just wanted to avoid them some more... and Brock just wanted to annoy him.
Both were doing a good job.
"You know, Brock," he said none-too-sweetly, "you can go wander around yourself.
Don't feel like you have to hang out with me."
"No, no trouble," he waved off. "Sitting here in the lobby is a great place to
people watch."
It actually was. The lobby of the con hotel was huge, with vaulted ceilings and
marbled floors, a large, glassed-in area housing a sizable amount of flowering
tropical plants donated from the Orange Islands gyms, and sets of very cushy
armchairs (much like the ones the pair were relaxing in) scattered about. From
where they sat, one could watch people coming from registration, wandering through
the plant-life, activity at the banks of elevators leading to people's rooms, and
the hallway leading to the convention center, where some events had already begun.
Ash himself felt strangely uneasy, and waffled between checking out what pre-
convention events he was possibly missing, and sitting in the oh-so-comfy chairs.
It would be good to just sit here and relax... of course, that was hard to do with
Brock grinning at him like that...
"So," Brock said, slapping him on the back. "You ready?"
"My trainer panel isn't until Sunday," Ash replied.
"No, not for the panel, for -him-."
"Him who?" Ash was terribly confused.
Brock sighed, then seemed to start over. "Well, it'll certainly be great to see
Richie again."
"Yeah, it's been a long time. I wonder how Sparky's doing?"
"And Tracey'll be around."
"Oh? I thought he was minding the lab for Professor Oak. I hope all the pokemon
will be fine by themselves..."
"Don't worry about it," Brock said idly. "Okay... A.J.... to see him and his whip
must be interesting," he continued, voice full of... something.
The shorter teen wrinkled his nose. "Sounds painful... I still have some issues
with training pokemon like that."
"Hmm," Brock said, deep in thought. "Falkner? Otoshi? Bill? You -were- talking
about those cosplayers before..."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"The guy you like."
"Wha-a-at?!" How the heck had this become the topic of conversation? And, Ash had
to say he was a bit insulted by some of the choices. Like he was supposed to fall
for every guy he came across? Who was he, Brock?
"It.. it isn't Snap, is it?" Brock said, looking somewhat ill.
"Aaugh, no," Ash shook his head.
"Then who? Who do you like?"
Good question. "Uhh..." Ash looked up from squirming uncomfortably to see... him.
It was sunset, and from where Ash and Brock sat, they had a beautiful view of the
sun shafting pinks and oranges through the clouds. And so it was almost in
silhouette that he saw a particular couple come from the greenhouse area to the
sunken lobby, but Ash knew it was Gary anyway. Who else always arrived at the
right -- or wrong -- time? Who else would have such a ridiculous haircut, such a
smug glint in his eye, such a pretty girl on his arm? Who else would notice Ash
directly after he'd noticed him, and come over to gloat?
Something churned in Ash's chest that felt uncomfortably like jealousy. Gary's
escort was pretty, with short auburn hair and smoky blue eyes, and looked like she
was probably in college. Man, if Gary liked older women, then what would he want
with younger men?
...Oh, this was bad. This was bad for a whole lot of reasons, though strangely
enough, the one that seemed the most immediately pressing was that in taking the
time to think about it, he'd choked up, and now Brock would be making fun of him
in a minute, or otherwise doing something that might bode ill for him.
"It's her!" Brock said, eyes lighting up.
"Huh?" Ash grunted, shaken from his reverie. His taller companion was grinning
like a fool. Had Ash thought 'might' bode ill? Try 'would definitely'.
"May Oak. Watch me make $175."
"May Oak?" Ash repeated dumbly. "But May has long hair and is a lot shorter and
cute and likes to kick people."
"That was ten years ago, Ash," Brock said, exasperated. "I'm sure its possible
she's gotten a haircut since then. And she's still cute. I think its time to turn
my girl winning-over streak to thirty-one," he said, voice smug. Running a hand
through his spikes (which seemed to do absolutely nothing), he gave a self-assured
smile and walked to where Gary and the girl-- rather, he and his sister were
standing together.
May Oak. Suddenly, the pressure in Ash's chest seemed to decrease by a million
percent. Some part of him was feeling annoyed that that one fact -- what girl was
with -Gary- -- had any sway over his feelings, but it was getting used to being
ignored by this point. Shaking his head again, Ash stayed a distance from the
trio; he was always tempted to gag while Brock "worked his magic", and perhaps if
he didn't move, Gary wouldn't come and talk to him. Hey, it worked for T-Rexes.
May and Brock conversed for a bit, then wandered off, the teen taking an
opportunity to turn to Ash and mouth 'thirty-one' behind his back. Ash made a face
that quickly changed to a grimace... Misty wouldn't be happy about losing again,
and would probably take it out on him. Life was perverse like that. And in other
ways as well...
"Oh, Ashy-boy," Gary singsonged, making a show out of noticing him and sauntering
over. Ash scrambled to his feet; the older teen was tall and lanky, standing
nearly a head over Ash once he'd approached. Man, howcome Gary had to beat him in
everything? His voice had even dropped an octave or two. Ash, on the other hand,
still squeaked from time-to-time, to his friends' great amusement.
"Hey there." Great, now what? 'Why are you talking to me,' he did not ask. You
should be civil to people you dream about, right? "So, uh, where've you been?
Haven't seen you around Pallet lately." That was good, Ash congratulated himself.
Gary shrugged. Ash had never noticed how broad Gary's shoulders were. Did his own
move that smoothly? "I've been in and out, around. If you weren't avoiding me, you
would've known."
"A-avoiding you?" Ash didn't feel like giving credence to the statement, since
analyzing the truth might give him an answer he certainly didn't want to hear. "No
way, -you've- been avoiding -me-." Oh wait, civil. Darned defense mechanisms.
"And why would I possibly do that?" Gary asked, amusement in his voice.
Uh... "Because you're afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of me beating you in a battle," Ash answered matter-of-factly.
"So, I'm afraid of you beating me, when you've never been able to even come
-close- before," Gary trailed, eyebrows raised.
Ouch. Gary: one, Ash: negative a bazillion. "Yeah, well... well, you don't want to
break your streak," he finished lamely.
"Obviously you've been taking your clever pills," Gary sneered. "Where're your
little shadows? They're always good for a laugh or two."
So much for being friendly. Somehow Ash had known this would happen, and was happy
for it. It was so much easier to react to Gary when he was being hostile. "They're
my friends, and you just saw one of them. Where's -your- little entourage? Too
cheap to pay your cheerleaders today?"
He snorted, making it an elegant gesture; a slight arching of his fine eyebrows
coupled with an exaggerated wrinkling of the nose that seemed to accentuate its
shape. "Eh, girls are a hassle. Too needy. I got rid of them years ago."
Ash stopped, looking at his rival strangely. "So, you don't like girls?" he asked
(not hopefully, really; please not hope in his voice).
The older teen's eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at, loser?"
"Uh, nothing," Ash backpedaled. Great job, big mouth. "Um, I guess I'll see you at
the panel Sunday. Yeah." He surreptitiously stepped backwards, scratching the back
of his head and laughing nervously. "Hey, look over there, it's Team Rocket!"
"Where?" Gary turned his head, and Ash took the opportunity to bolt from the
lobby. That hadn't particularly gone well. Of course, considering the situation,
he wasn't sure what 'well' actually counted as anymore. He needed to sit down and
think, sort everything out.
Why did all this thinking have to come during the Con? How annoying. Maybe he
could just ignore it and it'd go away.
+ + +
It didn't. For the rest of the day, Ash's thoughts kept drifting to a certain
auburn-haired rival, who had become considerably more annoying, in spite of-- or
perhaps because of becoming considerably more hot. And the more he decided not to
think about it, the more he did. He couldn't concentrate on the League director's
speech during Opening Ceremonies. He barely ate anything for dinner. He'd hardly
noticed when Brock and Misty had left for some gym leader's meeting, and then had
sat through two identical panels on the value of pokemon grooming and fashion
before giving up and going back to the room.
He ended up cross-legged on the bed, his favorite pajamas not giving him very much
comfort. Oh, man. What a day. Not only had he discovered he liked guys, he
discovered he liked Gary Oak, of all people. This was why he tried not to pay any
attention to his feelings. Nothing but trouble.
"Pi, pika," Pikachu said, patting him on the back.
"Thanks, Pikachu..." he pulled the little animal into his arms. "You're the only
one who ever seems to understand me. You'll always be here for me, right?"
"Ka chu, Pikapi!" it burbled.
"Aw, Pikachu," Ash said, squeezing it tight. The electric rat smiled and wriggled
out of his arms, scampering through Brock's legs as he entered the room.
"Um, was that supposed to happen?" he asked, concerned.
Ash gave a smile that looked more like a frown. "Well... Pikachu always comes
back... right?"
"Of course it will," Brock smiled kindly, ruffling his hair. "Oh. You weren't at
the meeting, not being a gym leader, I guess... Misty had to do something with her
sisters, but she'll be coming in later, so you'll have to scoot over, since I'm
not sleeping on the floor."
"Hey! Why don't you sleep with -her-?"
"Think about that statement. She kicks hard, you know," he said, from experience.
"But," Ash began, really not in the mood for company.
"Let me have the side with the alarm clock, because the breeding panel's really
early," he interrupted. "I'm gonna take a shower, in case you need to use the
bathroom."
He didn't, so Brock entered, and the muffled hiss of water and Brock forgetting
not to sing in the shower when others were sitting in their pajamas, ostensibly
trying to go to bed could be heard. Geez, how inconsiderate... busting in and
making a lot of noise when he was trying to get some good thinking done. Now that
he thought of it, Brock was taking his own sweet time in there. Really, how much
was there to do in the shower? His (cursed!) imagination began, seeing the youth
standing there, rivulets of water coursing through the brown spikes and defining
the slight muscles of the slender, pale body...
Wait. That wasn't Brock. Crap.
This was going to be a long night.
Oh, man...
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tbc.
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[notes]
+ Did anything happen in this chapter? Oh yeah, Gary. I told you he'd get here
eventually... He'll be back later, though he's always in Ash's heart, awww... er..
uh.. yeah, anyway.
+ tyrannosaurus rexes can't see you if you don't move. So, if you don't want him
to eat you, stand still. Unfortunately(?) for Ash, Gary is smarter than a t-rex.
+ I know I said only three chapters, but this one was too long so I split it, and
now there's a bonus epilogue-y thing as well. Five's not a bad number... (This one
would have been out earlier, but it took two days(!) to find an mp3 of 'Around the
World' by move. Damned Initial D music.
+ Is it just me, or does Misty get the shaft in this story? I don't hate her, so I
hope the story doesn't seem like I do...
[next]
Saturday is always the longest day of a convention. Being trapped amongst crazed
fan-types for so long tends to grate on the sanity. Perhaps that explains Ash's
actions next chapter, or it could just explain mine. Featuring both Richie and
Team Rocket. Woo woo.
dream, -a- dream to anyone else who did anything related to pocket monsters.
Easily reaching an attendance of over 20,000 people, the PokeCon had dealers
rooms, extensive panels on anything and everything, separate sections for
trainers, breeders and gym leaders; panels with tips for beating the Elite Four,
pokemon as pets, the ever-popular pokemon showing circuit, and a very interesting
cosplay... There were a lot of girls dressed as pikachus, but Ash always felt that
the little animals should have more fur -- if he saw a real pikachu showing so
much skin, he'd be appalled at the mistreatment. Breeder Brock never seemed to
mind, strangely enough. Anyway, it was everything Ash had ever wanted in one
place.
As a former Indigo League competitor and Orange Islands champion, Ash was invited
to speak on one of the panels. A.J., some girl he'd never heard of, Richie, and
Gary were also there-- something about up-and-coming pokemon talents in the next
year's Indigo League.
"Well, looks like all but one will be people I'll be happy to see again," Ash
claimed upon hearing the lineup. But in some dark place inside of him -- the Non-
Pokemon/Feelings part -- he knew that wasn't quite true, unless he turned out to
really hate the girl. It would be good to see Richie again, and A.J. had promised
him a battle next time they met. But Gary... Gary was the unknown, Gary was the
one deterring his almost single-minded devotion to being a pokemon master-- or at
the very least, deterring his single-minded enjoyment of the PokeCon. Either way,
Ash really didn't appreciate it very much.
Case in point... the other night. Ash wouldn't lie; ever since they were kids and
had changed from best friends to bitter rivals, he'd felt a certain something --
not quite dread, since Ash was no coward -- but maybe... anticipation, yes, that
was it. Because something about Gary always seemed to catch him off-kilter, always
made him question whatever it was he was doing, and there wasn't much that irked
Ash more than thinking about why he was doing something. So, nights before he left
for home, or times when he knew he would have to clash with his rival, he tended
to have bad dreams. Usually involving Gary-- sometimes replays of past meetings,
always humiliating Ash, belittling him, surpassing him.
This time had been different. Oh, he'd dreamt of Gary, all right. But instead of
it being Gary showing him up through whatever knowledge or honors he'd gained
since they'd last met, it was Gary stopping him from arguing with his lips on his.
And on other places. He'd woken up sweating and breathless... and otherwise
completely betrayed by his body.
What the heck was that supposed to be anyway? He hated Gary, right? So then, why
was he (his body, really; Ash denied all responsibility) interested in... mushy
stuff with him? Why was the thought of Gary lying beside him, caressing him,
enough to make him forget his enmity and add new things to the 'Not Pokemon' file?
...Or at least, why wouldn't they just stay there?
"Arrgh," Ash cried, throwing his head back in frustration.
"Calm down, it's not -that- long a line," Brock fussed.
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Brock smiled. "We're almost at the fifteen more minutes sign."
The younger boy rolled his eyes, embracing the change in thoughts. "You're only
enjoying being in line because the registration person at the end is Nurse Joy."
"Hee hee..." ...Guess some things you don't grow out of. Respect as a friend and
trainer aside, Ash honestly hoped he would never, ever act like Brock. "You know,
the Nurse Joy in Vermilion is the loveliest of all."
"You say that everywhere we go. Besides, I thought you'd decided once and for all
that Joy from Pewter was your favorite."
"Well, that was before she put out that restraining order..."
"What?" Ash was dismayed (but not entirely surprised) to see that Brock wasn't
joking. "So that's why you've been spending so much time in Pallet?"
"No, no, that's just to see you... and your lovely mother." Ash always hated it
when Brock mentioned his mom and grinned in the same sentence, especially since it
tended to happen often. "Anyway, it wasn't too much of a problem until they
stopped sending Officer Jenny to enforce it..." He stuck his lip out in a pout.
"Those male officers aren't any fun at all."
Ash opened his mouth, then closed it again. "Sometimes you scare me, Brock."
Hopefully Misty would show up soon.
"Ah, you're funny, Ash. Nurse Joy's registration is only fourteen short minutes
away..."
"Oh man..."
+ + +
Misty had eventually joined them, though was useless for what Ash had needed her
for; she showed up when they were literally the second people in line for
registration. She -claimed- that she'd been watching a movie and gotten caught up
in the story; Ash wasn't sure what Misty was doing watching TV when she was
supposed to be waiting in line with them. Brock had said to calm down, defusing
the situation before another fight broke out. They'd split again to kill some time
before Opening Ceremonies that evening, though Ash had a sneaking suspicion that
Misty just wanted to avoid them some more... and Brock just wanted to annoy him.
Both were doing a good job.
"You know, Brock," he said none-too-sweetly, "you can go wander around yourself.
Don't feel like you have to hang out with me."
"No, no trouble," he waved off. "Sitting here in the lobby is a great place to
people watch."
It actually was. The lobby of the con hotel was huge, with vaulted ceilings and
marbled floors, a large, glassed-in area housing a sizable amount of flowering
tropical plants donated from the Orange Islands gyms, and sets of very cushy
armchairs (much like the ones the pair were relaxing in) scattered about. From
where they sat, one could watch people coming from registration, wandering through
the plant-life, activity at the banks of elevators leading to people's rooms, and
the hallway leading to the convention center, where some events had already begun.
Ash himself felt strangely uneasy, and waffled between checking out what pre-
convention events he was possibly missing, and sitting in the oh-so-comfy chairs.
It would be good to just sit here and relax... of course, that was hard to do with
Brock grinning at him like that...
"So," Brock said, slapping him on the back. "You ready?"
"My trainer panel isn't until Sunday," Ash replied.
"No, not for the panel, for -him-."
"Him who?" Ash was terribly confused.
Brock sighed, then seemed to start over. "Well, it'll certainly be great to see
Richie again."
"Yeah, it's been a long time. I wonder how Sparky's doing?"
"And Tracey'll be around."
"Oh? I thought he was minding the lab for Professor Oak. I hope all the pokemon
will be fine by themselves..."
"Don't worry about it," Brock said idly. "Okay... A.J.... to see him and his whip
must be interesting," he continued, voice full of... something.
The shorter teen wrinkled his nose. "Sounds painful... I still have some issues
with training pokemon like that."
"Hmm," Brock said, deep in thought. "Falkner? Otoshi? Bill? You -were- talking
about those cosplayers before..."
"What? What are you talking about?"
"The guy you like."
"Wha-a-at?!" How the heck had this become the topic of conversation? And, Ash had
to say he was a bit insulted by some of the choices. Like he was supposed to fall
for every guy he came across? Who was he, Brock?
"It.. it isn't Snap, is it?" Brock said, looking somewhat ill.
"Aaugh, no," Ash shook his head.
"Then who? Who do you like?"
Good question. "Uhh..." Ash looked up from squirming uncomfortably to see... him.
It was sunset, and from where Ash and Brock sat, they had a beautiful view of the
sun shafting pinks and oranges through the clouds. And so it was almost in
silhouette that he saw a particular couple come from the greenhouse area to the
sunken lobby, but Ash knew it was Gary anyway. Who else always arrived at the
right -- or wrong -- time? Who else would have such a ridiculous haircut, such a
smug glint in his eye, such a pretty girl on his arm? Who else would notice Ash
directly after he'd noticed him, and come over to gloat?
Something churned in Ash's chest that felt uncomfortably like jealousy. Gary's
escort was pretty, with short auburn hair and smoky blue eyes, and looked like she
was probably in college. Man, if Gary liked older women, then what would he want
with younger men?
...Oh, this was bad. This was bad for a whole lot of reasons, though strangely
enough, the one that seemed the most immediately pressing was that in taking the
time to think about it, he'd choked up, and now Brock would be making fun of him
in a minute, or otherwise doing something that might bode ill for him.
"It's her!" Brock said, eyes lighting up.
"Huh?" Ash grunted, shaken from his reverie. His taller companion was grinning
like a fool. Had Ash thought 'might' bode ill? Try 'would definitely'.
"May Oak. Watch me make $175."
"May Oak?" Ash repeated dumbly. "But May has long hair and is a lot shorter and
cute and likes to kick people."
"That was ten years ago, Ash," Brock said, exasperated. "I'm sure its possible
she's gotten a haircut since then. And she's still cute. I think its time to turn
my girl winning-over streak to thirty-one," he said, voice smug. Running a hand
through his spikes (which seemed to do absolutely nothing), he gave a self-assured
smile and walked to where Gary and the girl-- rather, he and his sister were
standing together.
May Oak. Suddenly, the pressure in Ash's chest seemed to decrease by a million
percent. Some part of him was feeling annoyed that that one fact -- what girl was
with -Gary- -- had any sway over his feelings, but it was getting used to being
ignored by this point. Shaking his head again, Ash stayed a distance from the
trio; he was always tempted to gag while Brock "worked his magic", and perhaps if
he didn't move, Gary wouldn't come and talk to him. Hey, it worked for T-Rexes.
May and Brock conversed for a bit, then wandered off, the teen taking an
opportunity to turn to Ash and mouth 'thirty-one' behind his back. Ash made a face
that quickly changed to a grimace... Misty wouldn't be happy about losing again,
and would probably take it out on him. Life was perverse like that. And in other
ways as well...
"Oh, Ashy-boy," Gary singsonged, making a show out of noticing him and sauntering
over. Ash scrambled to his feet; the older teen was tall and lanky, standing
nearly a head over Ash once he'd approached. Man, howcome Gary had to beat him in
everything? His voice had even dropped an octave or two. Ash, on the other hand,
still squeaked from time-to-time, to his friends' great amusement.
"Hey there." Great, now what? 'Why are you talking to me,' he did not ask. You
should be civil to people you dream about, right? "So, uh, where've you been?
Haven't seen you around Pallet lately." That was good, Ash congratulated himself.
Gary shrugged. Ash had never noticed how broad Gary's shoulders were. Did his own
move that smoothly? "I've been in and out, around. If you weren't avoiding me, you
would've known."
"A-avoiding you?" Ash didn't feel like giving credence to the statement, since
analyzing the truth might give him an answer he certainly didn't want to hear. "No
way, -you've- been avoiding -me-." Oh wait, civil. Darned defense mechanisms.
"And why would I possibly do that?" Gary asked, amusement in his voice.
Uh... "Because you're afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of me beating you in a battle," Ash answered matter-of-factly.
"So, I'm afraid of you beating me, when you've never been able to even come
-close- before," Gary trailed, eyebrows raised.
Ouch. Gary: one, Ash: negative a bazillion. "Yeah, well... well, you don't want to
break your streak," he finished lamely.
"Obviously you've been taking your clever pills," Gary sneered. "Where're your
little shadows? They're always good for a laugh or two."
So much for being friendly. Somehow Ash had known this would happen, and was happy
for it. It was so much easier to react to Gary when he was being hostile. "They're
my friends, and you just saw one of them. Where's -your- little entourage? Too
cheap to pay your cheerleaders today?"
He snorted, making it an elegant gesture; a slight arching of his fine eyebrows
coupled with an exaggerated wrinkling of the nose that seemed to accentuate its
shape. "Eh, girls are a hassle. Too needy. I got rid of them years ago."
Ash stopped, looking at his rival strangely. "So, you don't like girls?" he asked
(not hopefully, really; please not hope in his voice).
The older teen's eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at, loser?"
"Uh, nothing," Ash backpedaled. Great job, big mouth. "Um, I guess I'll see you at
the panel Sunday. Yeah." He surreptitiously stepped backwards, scratching the back
of his head and laughing nervously. "Hey, look over there, it's Team Rocket!"
"Where?" Gary turned his head, and Ash took the opportunity to bolt from the
lobby. That hadn't particularly gone well. Of course, considering the situation,
he wasn't sure what 'well' actually counted as anymore. He needed to sit down and
think, sort everything out.
Why did all this thinking have to come during the Con? How annoying. Maybe he
could just ignore it and it'd go away.
+ + +
It didn't. For the rest of the day, Ash's thoughts kept drifting to a certain
auburn-haired rival, who had become considerably more annoying, in spite of-- or
perhaps because of becoming considerably more hot. And the more he decided not to
think about it, the more he did. He couldn't concentrate on the League director's
speech during Opening Ceremonies. He barely ate anything for dinner. He'd hardly
noticed when Brock and Misty had left for some gym leader's meeting, and then had
sat through two identical panels on the value of pokemon grooming and fashion
before giving up and going back to the room.
He ended up cross-legged on the bed, his favorite pajamas not giving him very much
comfort. Oh, man. What a day. Not only had he discovered he liked guys, he
discovered he liked Gary Oak, of all people. This was why he tried not to pay any
attention to his feelings. Nothing but trouble.
"Pi, pika," Pikachu said, patting him on the back.
"Thanks, Pikachu..." he pulled the little animal into his arms. "You're the only
one who ever seems to understand me. You'll always be here for me, right?"
"Ka chu, Pikapi!" it burbled.
"Aw, Pikachu," Ash said, squeezing it tight. The electric rat smiled and wriggled
out of his arms, scampering through Brock's legs as he entered the room.
"Um, was that supposed to happen?" he asked, concerned.
Ash gave a smile that looked more like a frown. "Well... Pikachu always comes
back... right?"
"Of course it will," Brock smiled kindly, ruffling his hair. "Oh. You weren't at
the meeting, not being a gym leader, I guess... Misty had to do something with her
sisters, but she'll be coming in later, so you'll have to scoot over, since I'm
not sleeping on the floor."
"Hey! Why don't you sleep with -her-?"
"Think about that statement. She kicks hard, you know," he said, from experience.
"But," Ash began, really not in the mood for company.
"Let me have the side with the alarm clock, because the breeding panel's really
early," he interrupted. "I'm gonna take a shower, in case you need to use the
bathroom."
He didn't, so Brock entered, and the muffled hiss of water and Brock forgetting
not to sing in the shower when others were sitting in their pajamas, ostensibly
trying to go to bed could be heard. Geez, how inconsiderate... busting in and
making a lot of noise when he was trying to get some good thinking done. Now that
he thought of it, Brock was taking his own sweet time in there. Really, how much
was there to do in the shower? His (cursed!) imagination began, seeing the youth
standing there, rivulets of water coursing through the brown spikes and defining
the slight muscles of the slender, pale body...
Wait. That wasn't Brock. Crap.
This was going to be a long night.
Oh, man...
+ + +
tbc.
+ + +
+ + +
[notes]
+ Did anything happen in this chapter? Oh yeah, Gary. I told you he'd get here
eventually... He'll be back later, though he's always in Ash's heart, awww... er..
uh.. yeah, anyway.
+ tyrannosaurus rexes can't see you if you don't move. So, if you don't want him
to eat you, stand still. Unfortunately(?) for Ash, Gary is smarter than a t-rex.
+ I know I said only three chapters, but this one was too long so I split it, and
now there's a bonus epilogue-y thing as well. Five's not a bad number... (This one
would have been out earlier, but it took two days(!) to find an mp3 of 'Around the
World' by move. Damned Initial D music.
+ Is it just me, or does Misty get the shaft in this story? I don't hate her, so I
hope the story doesn't seem like I do...
[next]
Saturday is always the longest day of a convention. Being trapped amongst crazed
fan-types for so long tends to grate on the sanity. Perhaps that explains Ash's
actions next chapter, or it could just explain mine. Featuring both Richie and
Team Rocket. Woo woo.