Author cameos
A*mon – Angie
Misty Blue – Sayuri
Classic Cowboy – Dusty
Neongene – Ryu
Ash – as himself
Brock – as himself
Misty – as herself
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Uuhhhhhhhhhh…..this is your captain speaking uhhhhh we
will be starting our landing sequence uuhhhhh please fasten your seatbelts and
uuhh stay in your seats. *Click* je avec nous pour la beinvenu….."
*******
Ryu shoved the last of the peanuts in his mouth and brushed
the crumbs off his shirt. He turned and
nudged Angie who was sleeping with her mouth gaping wide open. "hey…..hey……Angie-chan…….check this
out." She sleepily took a swing at the
source of the disturbance. Ryu was
easily able to dodge it. "…*yawn* huge
great hummer of a sausage…..*snore*.."
Ryu laughed and reached over and pinched her nose and
covered her mouth. After a view seconds
her arms flailed wildly and was jolted awake. "WHAT!!!"
"…..have you ever noticed that when they say the
instructions in French it's always a little bit longer then the English
version……I don't think they're telling us everything."
Angie stared at him with a strange sense of awe, disbelief
and stupidity. "you woke me up for
that…….I hate you."
She collapsed back into her seat and slip on her
sunglasses. He looked around the cabin
and started playing with the buttons on the overhead compartment. Spending 12 hours on a plane with nothing to
do was getting him really ancy. He
started bouncing his knees and hitting the chair in front of him. It wasn't long before a magazine was sent
flying over the seat and smacking him in the head. Ryu looked at the cover, it was a teenbopper magazine, it could
only belong to one person. "Are you
missing something, Sayuri?"
She turned around in the seat in front of him and snatched
the magazine from his hand.
"stop kicking my seat.
Just sit there and be quiet."
"but I've been sitting here for 12 hours!"
"God we haven't been through customs and already your
starting to piss me off."
"…my ears hurt."
Angie womped Ryu with her pillow. "shut up!"
********
Meanwhile on the other side of the airplane, Dusty and Brock
where playing cards, and cheating when ever am opportunity arrived. "A-HA! Read'em and weep boy! 3 kings!"
Screamed Dusty.
Brock grunted and turned his hand of cards to face Dusty. In his hand were 2 kings. "funny I thought decks had 4 kings…not
5." Dusty embarrassingly rubbed the
back of his head. "well…….maybe the
deck is….flawed."
Before Brock could say anything the airline stewardess
walked up to them. "may I get you
anything before we land?"
Both men started drooling.
"pretty lady.." Brock managed to say.
Dusty quickly pushed Brock aside and grabbed onto the attendants
hands. "the names Dusty but you can
call me the Classic Cowboy or honey, sweetie, loverboy or my beloved Dusty."
The attendant calmly took a bottle of pepper spray from her pocket and blasted
Dusty's eyes. "I'M BLIND!" Brock took this opportunity to hit on the
attendant as well. "you must excuse
him, you see he doesn't understand the true beauty you posses." She reached over and quickly gave Brock a
burst of pepper spray. But strangely
enough, Brock just sat there with a goofy grin. The stewardess again hit him with the mace but it didn't seem to
have any effect. Out of frustration she
quickly emptied the entire bottle onto his face. Again nothing happen, he didn't even flinch. Completely perplexed the stewardess left
leaving Brock with a soaking wet face.
"times like this I'm glad I have no eyes."
Misty reached over the seat and retrieved her mallet from
Dusty's skull. "you know having Brock
oogle over girls is bad enough, but having two girl crazed guys is just
wrong…" Ash nodded his head in
acknowledgement without looking up from his 'Pokemon Friends' magazine. As Misty continued to rant, Ash was immersed
in deep thought. He couldn't believe
how he managed to be on this plane bound for the great white north. It only took one sequence of events for all
of them to meet and travel together.
True, Ash's little group had blossomed into a full-blown gang, it was
amazing to him how it all came together.
Ryu and Sayuri had met at an martial arts tournament and had
trained together for years. Both of
them had never even thought about pokemon as their training took up most of
their time. After both gaining the
level of the black belt in over 4 forms of martial arts, Ryu and Sayuri set out
to make their fortune. Unfortunately
for them nobody wanted to hire two martial artists. Completely broke and with nowhere to stay they took shelter one
stormy night in a pokemon center.
That's where they met Angie-chan, she was an accomplished pokemon
trainer. After a few hours of
reminiscing like they were long time friends just reunited, Angie introduced
them to the wonders of pokemon training.
Both Ryu and Sayuri where interested in the fact that you could win
money if victorious in a battle.
The three of them had traveled around together for over 2
years. Capturing pokemon and defeating
unskilled trainers. Angie was amazed
how fast Ryu and Sayuri got the knack for training pokemon. Their pokemon respected them deeply and so
did their trainers. Ryu's strongest
pokemon is his Hitmonlee, which he won from a martial arts gym. The leader wanted a pokemon battle, but
since Ryu had no pokemon of his own he challenged him in a sparring match for
one of his two pokemon. Without
question, Ryu had wiped the floor with him.
Sayuri's strongest pokemon is her Marril, she acquired it
through the help of Angie-chan. At
first encounter you would never guess that she was a powerful martial
artist. She wore tight shorts with
bright tank tops. She had long blue
hair and wore the biggest high heels ever made. Every time you saw her she had different sunglasses on, and a
teen magazine in her hand. Of course
like they say, never underestimate you opponent.
Angie on the other hand was in a word, one insane
chick. She was as free as the wind and
never cared about what other people thought about her screaming
obscenities. She always wanted to have
fun and sleep, constantly carrying a laptop, she loves to keep on touch with
her on-line buds. Although not as
colorful and girly as Sayuri she mainly wears dark colors, almost to the point
of a gothic. Her strongest pokemon is
Umbreon, the dark pokemon. Strange how
pokemon almost reflect their trainers perfectly.
Ash looked up from his magazine to see Dusty put on his huge
beat-up cowboy hat. It completely
blocked what view he had. Lord knows
why he wore that thing, it was mainly because he was the biggest cowboy you'll ever
see. To Ash he was a cross between
Clint Eastwood and Brock, only shorter.
He wore cowboy boots and flannel shirts. Dusty always wanted to be referred to as the 'Classic
Cowboy'. But we all call him C.C.,
which he completely hates saying it sounds like a girls name. He is very fool hearty and will jump into a
situation without thinking, especially if there's a girl involved. Dusty is an American, and a very patriotic one
at that. He had worked on a Turos ranch for most of his life in Johto. Dusty
came into the group when Ash met him at the Johto Championships. They were both in the finals and fought each
other in a heated battle. But Pikachu
prevailed against Dusty's Flareon and won Ash the championship. Dusty was never a sore loser as he was thrilled
to be second best. Meanwhile Ryu, Sayuri and Angie were in the crowds watching
them when suddenly Team Rocket attacked the stadium. The three of them leapt into the fray and starting fighting Team
Rockets numerous hench men. Angie used
her Umbreon, but Ryu and Sayuri used their feet and hands then using their
pokemon. During the melee a Voltorb had
rolled to close to Angie. Just before
it self-destructed Dusty shoved her behind a chuck of stadium wall, saving her
life.
After they had run off Team Rocket, and the award ceremony
had finished all 7 of them met together and went out for a celebratory
dinner. They all instantly became
friends. After a few weeks of darting
past the media and being chased by fans, Ash decided to further his journey, away
from the crazy pokemon fans and media hype.
A place where no one would know his face unless they had a satellite TV,
a place where he can be with friends and where the drinking age is only 19. He had been all over Kanto and Johto and
that was just in Japan. He had heard of
a world tournament pitting all the best pokemon trainers on earth. It was time to add another victory to his
already impressive resume. It was time to see the world. It was time to cross the Atlantic.
***********
Welcome to the Toronto Pearson International Airport
***********
"its about god damn time." Ryu moaned.
They all entered the terminal, dumped their carry-on bags
and stretched their backs. 12 hours on
a plane with no leg room and 5 screaming kids with the in-flight movie being
'Clockwork Orange', it was not an comfortable flight. Their hair was messed, their clothes were wrinkly and they all
smelled like wet sponges. Everyone made
a mad dash to the bathrooms as Brock was almost knocked into a security
guard. After fixing themselves up and
getting something real to eat they headed past customs one at a time.
"business or pleasure"
the customs officer said in a monotone voice.
"pokemon." Ash said
smugly.
About 12 security guards hauled him to the side and scanned
him.
"geez these people have no sense of humor….."
Everybody looked up to see Brock walking really statically
towards them.
"what's wrong with you?" Angie asked.
"well, you know how those custom workers have the worst
job? Well I tried to cheer him up so I
went up to him and said 'hey buddy I dropped off my film an hour ago, can I
pick it up now?"
"and?" they all asked.
"…..have you ever had a cavity search?"
They all winched and tried to block the image of Brock
bending over with his pants down.
Ryu was the last to be cleared through customs. He placed a handful of change and his keys
as well as his pokeballs into the little tray.
He walked through the metal detector which immediately sounded an
ear-piercing alarm. The guard waved him
through and passed the hand-held scanner all over his body. The scanner buzzed continually, the guard
smacked it thinking it was broken. "sir
are you wearing a belt?"
"….no"
"do you have any concealed objects."
"….yes"
"could you please remove them."
"…okay…..stand back."
Sayuri rubbed her head.
"not again……"
Everyone looked up to see dozens and dozens of martial arts
weapons just seemingly fall from off of him.
The floor around him began to be covered in chains, swords,
bo staff and numerous sharp objects. The guard just stared dumbly at the
weaponry, as Ryu continued to reach into his shirt and pull out 50 ninja stars
and throwing knives. The entire airport
stopped as they stared at Ryu.
"……that's about it"
Sayuri ran up and whapped him on the head, which in turn
jostled a few more weapons from whereabouts unknown. "Idiot! Your supposed to keep you ability a secret! Mousse didn't teach you the art of hidden
weapons so you can get us in trouble!"
Ryu began picking up all the swords and shoving them down
his pants, then tucking the chains up his sleeve which just seemed to
disappear. The customs officer finally
snapped out of his trance and looked down at his clipboard. Not even thinking about what he saw he just
waved him through and went to go sit down.
Sayuri dragged Ryu to the others, who were all waiting for their
luggage.
Dusty pulled his suitcase off, it was a dark leather
suitcase with a cowboy hat sticker on the front. Misty pulled her suitcase off, followed by Brock then Angie. Ash ran over to where the suitcases where
coming out. He soon heard the squeal of
Pikachu. The porta-pokemon tumbled out
of the access port. Ash quickly pulled
it off the treadmill and ripped the door open.
Pikachu fell out and moaned, still being affected by the tranquilizer it
took before take off. "It would have
been easier if you just went into your pokeball ya know."
Pikachu rubbed it's head, it's ears were lowered and its
eyes were glazed over.
"pi…..ka."
Angie knelt down next to Ash. "man, he is stoned of his mind!"
"he is not stoned!"
"look at him! Why did you give him such a strong sedative?"
"because it was airline policy that all pokemon be sleeping
in the cargo wing, it's not my fault!"
Angie leaned over to Pikachu and whispered in his ear. "hey
Pikachu you have any of your stash left?"
"ANGIE!" Ash yelled
"just kidding! Sheesh!"
Meanwhile the others were standing in line to get a car
rental. Out of the entire group only
Dusty and Angie had drivers licenses and both of them were crazy behind the
wheel. But walking all over North
America was out of the question, especially for Sayuri.
"next please"
Sayuri took off her sunglasses and put her hands on her
hips. "I need a car."
"no shit, what a surprise." The attendant said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"er, nothing! What model of car are you looking for?"
"something that can carry 7 people, but I want to ride in style, something
luxurious."
"I see.." The clerk
typed a few things into his computer.
"what you need is a Ford Windstar, fully loaded of course."
Dusty tapped Sayuri's shoulder. "I'm sorry Sayuri but friends don't let friends drive Fords."
Ash walked over carrying the dazed Pikachu in his arms. "Sayuri, I would like to remind you that we
are on a tight budget here. Get
something cheaper."
She shrugged and put her hands on her hips. "if we're going to drive across North
America then I want to travel in style!"
The clerk typed a few more things into his computer. "we do have something in your price range
and has the most style then any car."
****************
"that's…….our ride?!" Angie screamed.
They all stood in the rental parking lot staring at a 1972
Volkswagen, but also known as
a 'Shaggin
Wagon'. It was yellow with green trim,
little dingle balls were hanging from the dashboard and peace sign stickers
adorned the back window. Sayuri almost
fainted.
"there's no way I'm going to be seen in that!"
Brock walked up and kicked the tires. "geez, this thing looks like a retard bus."
Misty quickly slammed him in the head. "watch your goddamn mouth!"
Dusty excitedly ran up to it. "Now you'll know the privilege of driving a true American
automobile! Yee-haw!"
Everyone shivered in the brisk cold air as they stacked
their suitcases onto the roof rack. Ash
quickly ran to the passenger side door.
"shotgun! I call shotgun!"
Everybody moaned as they missed their opportunity to ride in the
front. As they piled into the van
Sayuri was hesitant as she tapped her foot on the tarmac. "I'm not going in there!"
Angie leaned out the door and waved at Sayuri. "Come on in! it's not that bad skank!"
She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. "I told you my nickname is SLASH not
SKANK!!"
Angie grabbed into the door. "what ever, let's go! We have a long way to get to Vancouver in
time for the tournament!"
Dusty fired up the engine and dipped his cowboy hat
down. "alright yawl! Let's hit the open
road!….does anybody know how to use a stick shift?….never mind I think I got
it."
They winched as they heard the transmission squeak and grind
as Dusty tried to change gears. "okay I
think I got it! Here we go!" Dusty hit the gas and van catapulted backwards
almost smashing into a cop car.
"um...okay maybe this is it." Dusty fiddled with the stick. "okay let's try it again!" He floored the
pedal and spun out the tires, leaving a cloud of smoke behind him as the van
soared out of the parking lot with incredible speed. The dingle balls swayed back and forth as everyone held on to
dear life in the back of the shaggin wagon.
Angie rubbed her head. "so it
begins……"
As the yellow Volkswagen careened down the highway none of
them had the slightest clue of what they might expect. Of course you never know what might happen
on a road trip.
To be continued
Authors notes: Well
this is the introductory chapter basically explaining all the characters and
setting the scene for the rest of the fic.
3 of my very good on-line friends and who are also very accomplished and
popular authors are characters in this fic.
Now I just want to get something straight. These characters were created by the authors and do not
specifically reflect their true personalities.
So don't do saying that Misty Blue is a skank. That about does it for my spiel.
Now chapter 2 will be out soon, as well as my eldershipping fic 'fathers
day' and part 7 to between a rock and a hard place. Thanks for reading and please review!
Neongene
