Chapter One
I Don't Do Mornings [ Pro. ]
I watch the stars and they never lie;
they never change. I watch the stars and
wonder .. are some things just meant to be?
Note: The true chapter one probably won't be up until near the end of April maybe? Possibly sooner if I get reviews ..
Disclaimer: This applies to all chapters. I own nothing. NOTHING. Don't sue me, cuz all you'll get is pocket lint.
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I Watch the Stars
by: tropical
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" Ash? "
Golden sunlight streamed through the window next to the occupied bed, bathing the trainer in warmth and annoyingly bright light. He groaned, cuddling deeper into the blankets to shield his tired eyes from those damaging ultraviolet rays.
" Come on Ash, get up! "
The frustrated voice of Misty came from close by, followed by a rather painful hit with something that felt suspiciously like a pillow. Ash sighed, finally poking his head out and ducking from a dangerously close hit by the flying feathery fabric. Immediately he blinked the sun from his eyes, glaring out the window and cursing the day before yawning loudly.
" I'm .. hungry, " he complained, hardly even awake. Pikachu stretched out beside him, leaping lightly to the floor and padding away to follow the aroma wafting from the kitchen. Right about now, Brock's cooking was about all that was on the rodent's mind.
" I'm surprised you didn't bound out of bed at the smell of food, " Misty stated, placing her hands on the window ledge and lifting it to let in a cooling breeze.
" Brocks just about done with breakfast anyway. "
Mmm .. Food. A hand reached out to the nightstand and grabbed his League hat, jamming it roughly over his unruly black hair. Loosing patience, Misty had left the room while Ash collected his belongings and stuffed them into his green backpack. He was wearing the same type of outfit he wore everyday: a black tee with jeans. The usual blue vest wasn't needed until after breakfast. His mind seemed to think for itself, how strange.
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" It's almost ready, " Brock called down the hall of the simple cabin that the three of them had been staying and would be staying for the next few weeks. It was conveniently placed not too far from the Pokèmon Center, but far enough that there would be plenty of wild Pocket Monsters to brush up on training. Just as Brock's gaze flickered up, a blur of black flew back with astonishing speed just as a rice ball disappeared from the plate.
" Rewwy good Bwock, nife job, " Ash hardly choked out through a mouthful of food. Beside him, Misty sighed with a smirk, placing Togepi on the floor next to Pikachu. The baby Pokèmon waddled up to what it looked up to as family. Pikachu grinned broadly, handing the other Monster a large piece of food from the bowl. Togepi chirped it's praise happily, clapping it's tiny hands together.
Misty flashed her Monster a 'your-so-sute' kind of smile before turning back to the others and prodding at her breakfast. Ash was already on his fifth helping of rice balls and counting, while he tried to carry on a conversation about the Fortree Gym Leader. Togepi was currently playing with the bowl the Pokè Food had been served in under the watchful eye of Pikachu.
" Well I heard the Gym is an easy win for experienced trainers, which means I'm almost guaranteed a win, " Ash stated triumphantly, not a trace of doubt visible on his face.
" You can't underestimate your opponent though, " Brock replied thoughtfully. " It's always been your weak point. "
" Yeah Ash, you can't just charge into battle like you always do, " Misty added for the millionth time since they had began their journey. She had found her way back to the two in Hoeun. Even with Ash's faithful hat. With a shy grin she realized she hadn't really let it out of her sight the entire time he had been gone.
" I did learn about the types off advantages and stuff I had, put some faith in me! " He shook his head with an all-knowing look on his face. " And trust me, I won't loose. "
The other two trainers groaned and rolled their eyes while Ash continued to drag on the conversation with which strategies he planned on using in his upcoming gym battle, which ranged as far as what attacks Pikachu would be using.
After a half an hour had passed, they stood, stretching and grabbing their coats and packs. Being January, they needed to take advantage of the warm peaks in the short days. When the last trace of Togepi was slipped into Misty's backpack, and golden fur disappeared through they door did they enter the trail.
Outside everything was white: the ground, the trees, the stream. The snow glittered like diamonds in the early afternoon sunlight; untouched and silent.
" It's c-cold .. " Misty looked around, scooting closer to Ash and Brock as they took the first step into the frozen wasteland of blank-ness.
" It's too early t-to be c-c-cold! " Ash's whining yell echoed through the air and bounced off of the surrounding pines. He looked more than mortified by the cold, his head lowered along with his shoulders with his arms wrapped around himself for some sense of warmth
Pikachu sat upon his shoulder with it's tail curled around the Monster's face.
" Chuuuu "
" The town shouldn't too far away though .. " Brock was staring at a map that labeled all of the cities in the area he had picked up in the last Pokè Center.
After that there was silence. Everyone could only concentrate on their own discomfort in this harsh weather.
The three continued down the trail that was no longer visible under a blanket of snow. Flakes fell thickly from the sky, covering their footsteps as they were created. The neat little clean-up system would turn more violent. Above, the skies churned with steel grey clouds to warn of the on-coming blizzard.
Everyone but three certain trainers.
I Don't Do Mornings [ Pro. ]
I watch the stars and they never lie;
they never change. I watch the stars and
wonder .. are some things just meant to be?
Note: The true chapter one probably won't be up until near the end of April maybe? Possibly sooner if I get reviews ..
Disclaimer: This applies to all chapters. I own nothing. NOTHING. Don't sue me, cuz all you'll get is pocket lint.
--
I Watch the Stars
by: tropical
--
" Ash? "
Golden sunlight streamed through the window next to the occupied bed, bathing the trainer in warmth and annoyingly bright light. He groaned, cuddling deeper into the blankets to shield his tired eyes from those damaging ultraviolet rays.
" Come on Ash, get up! "
The frustrated voice of Misty came from close by, followed by a rather painful hit with something that felt suspiciously like a pillow. Ash sighed, finally poking his head out and ducking from a dangerously close hit by the flying feathery fabric. Immediately he blinked the sun from his eyes, glaring out the window and cursing the day before yawning loudly.
" I'm .. hungry, " he complained, hardly even awake. Pikachu stretched out beside him, leaping lightly to the floor and padding away to follow the aroma wafting from the kitchen. Right about now, Brock's cooking was about all that was on the rodent's mind.
" I'm surprised you didn't bound out of bed at the smell of food, " Misty stated, placing her hands on the window ledge and lifting it to let in a cooling breeze.
" Brocks just about done with breakfast anyway. "
Mmm .. Food. A hand reached out to the nightstand and grabbed his League hat, jamming it roughly over his unruly black hair. Loosing patience, Misty had left the room while Ash collected his belongings and stuffed them into his green backpack. He was wearing the same type of outfit he wore everyday: a black tee with jeans. The usual blue vest wasn't needed until after breakfast. His mind seemed to think for itself, how strange.
--
" It's almost ready, " Brock called down the hall of the simple cabin that the three of them had been staying and would be staying for the next few weeks. It was conveniently placed not too far from the Pokèmon Center, but far enough that there would be plenty of wild Pocket Monsters to brush up on training. Just as Brock's gaze flickered up, a blur of black flew back with astonishing speed just as a rice ball disappeared from the plate.
" Rewwy good Bwock, nife job, " Ash hardly choked out through a mouthful of food. Beside him, Misty sighed with a smirk, placing Togepi on the floor next to Pikachu. The baby Pokèmon waddled up to what it looked up to as family. Pikachu grinned broadly, handing the other Monster a large piece of food from the bowl. Togepi chirped it's praise happily, clapping it's tiny hands together.
Misty flashed her Monster a 'your-so-sute' kind of smile before turning back to the others and prodding at her breakfast. Ash was already on his fifth helping of rice balls and counting, while he tried to carry on a conversation about the Fortree Gym Leader. Togepi was currently playing with the bowl the Pokè Food had been served in under the watchful eye of Pikachu.
" Well I heard the Gym is an easy win for experienced trainers, which means I'm almost guaranteed a win, " Ash stated triumphantly, not a trace of doubt visible on his face.
" You can't underestimate your opponent though, " Brock replied thoughtfully. " It's always been your weak point. "
" Yeah Ash, you can't just charge into battle like you always do, " Misty added for the millionth time since they had began their journey. She had found her way back to the two in Hoeun. Even with Ash's faithful hat. With a shy grin she realized she hadn't really let it out of her sight the entire time he had been gone.
" I did learn about the types off advantages and stuff I had, put some faith in me! " He shook his head with an all-knowing look on his face. " And trust me, I won't loose. "
The other two trainers groaned and rolled their eyes while Ash continued to drag on the conversation with which strategies he planned on using in his upcoming gym battle, which ranged as far as what attacks Pikachu would be using.
After a half an hour had passed, they stood, stretching and grabbing their coats and packs. Being January, they needed to take advantage of the warm peaks in the short days. When the last trace of Togepi was slipped into Misty's backpack, and golden fur disappeared through they door did they enter the trail.
Outside everything was white: the ground, the trees, the stream. The snow glittered like diamonds in the early afternoon sunlight; untouched and silent.
" It's c-cold .. " Misty looked around, scooting closer to Ash and Brock as they took the first step into the frozen wasteland of blank-ness.
" It's too early t-to be c-c-cold! " Ash's whining yell echoed through the air and bounced off of the surrounding pines. He looked more than mortified by the cold, his head lowered along with his shoulders with his arms wrapped around himself for some sense of warmth
Pikachu sat upon his shoulder with it's tail curled around the Monster's face.
" Chuuuu "
" The town shouldn't too far away though .. " Brock was staring at a map that labeled all of the cities in the area he had picked up in the last Pokè Center.
After that there was silence. Everyone could only concentrate on their own discomfort in this harsh weather.
The three continued down the trail that was no longer visible under a blanket of snow. Flakes fell thickly from the sky, covering their footsteps as they were created. The neat little clean-up system would turn more violent. Above, the skies churned with steel grey clouds to warn of the on-coming blizzard.
Everyone but three certain trainers.