Hey guys. I've been updating pretty quickly huh? Note the sarcasm.
[Oh it's been noted alright.]
Quote: I don't understand the quote "I had a dream where I was eating a giant marshmallow and I woke up and found that my pillow was gone." I mean, you're eating a bunch of cotton or whatever crap they put in there. Wouldn't you be kinda dead from all that unhealthy cotton in your body?
Disclaimer: I own my ass. Care to argue?
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Chapter 13: Ready for the Ride?
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"Yin?" I muttered to myself. "It's gotta be—" Minun's counterpart, Plusle, took its form. Plusle looked just like Minun in every way except that it was smaller, instead of blue tips and patches it had red, and instead of minus signs it had plus signs. "Yup, I'm screwed now."
"-This is bad isn't it?-" Taillow asked. Torchic rolled her eyes.
"-What do you think?!-"
"-Whoa easy there chica. Just making sure.-" Torchic sighed. "-Aren't I allergic to electricity?-"
"-You're at an extreme disadvantage to electricity. Not allergic. So I suggest you don't get hit.-" It was Taillow's turn to roll its eyes.
"-Noooo . . . really? Gee, and all this time I thought I'd just waltz over there and ask 'em ta fry me alive!-"
"-This is interesting . . . -" Yin said to Yang as they watched the bickering in front of them.
"-Sure is . . . Got any popcorn?-"
"-Nope. I think Brendan does though.-"
"-Well then go get it!-"
"-Nah, don't feel like eating popcorn at the moment.-"
"-Me neither.-" Yin looked over to Yang and blinked.
"-Have I ever told you that you are one sad, strange little Pokémon?-" He shrugged, so they turned back and continued to observe the opponents' bickering.
"-I don't think they like each other.-"
"-Observant, aren't you?-" Yang replied.
"-Yup! I have a keen sense for the obvious!-" Yang sighed. They turned around and gave their trainer a "can-we-fight-now?" kind of look. He gave them a look that seemed to say "if-I-knew-I'd-tell-you."
Producer: HEY! ENOUGH WITH THE CHITCHAT! I'M NOT PAYING YOU GUYS TO SIT AROUND ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER! THAT'S BRENDAN AND MAY'S ROLE! LET'S SEE SOME ACTION! LET'S SEE SOME BRUISES! I WANT PAIN AND I WANT IT TWO MINUTES AGO!
All four Pokémon looked at each other.
"-Should we listen to him?-" Torchic asked.
"-Oh yeah,-" Yang said, "-definitely.-"
With a battle cry from each of them, they all let off their own special attacks, thus burning, frying, and blowing the producer away.
[bored?]
(Oh yeah)
"Can we please begin?!" Brendan shouted after said producer was nothing more than a mere speck in the clear blue sky. Apparently the two didn't hear a word he said, because they continued throwing insults at each other.
"Sure, I'm just waiting for you to start," May answered.
"Oh . . . Yin, Yang," Brendan called. The two electric mice hopped to their feet and anxiously looked up at their trainer for an order. "READY!" The two whirled around to face their opponents and charged their pouches. "AIM!" They crouched and glared at their opponents. May blinked. Torchic and Taillow stopped their bickering long enough to glance at the mice. They froze. "FIRE!" Brendan shouted. They each let out a cry and fired off their Thundershocks.
The two birds Pokémon looked at each other. "-RUN AWAY!-" they shouted in unison. They dashed off, only to slam into each other. The world around them seemed to slow. The two held on to each other. "-AAAAAAHHHHHH!!-"
"Stop the attack!" Brendan yelled. The mice concentrated and veered their attacks into the air, where the electricity died off. Not before frying a flock of Wingull, however.
They had been skating through the air, not giving a care in the world. Then suddenly, what felt like a million darts struck each of the fifteen water birds. They were paralyzed immediately. Not being able to move their wings they nose-dived—fast—towards the earth. They hit the ground, a sickening crunch heard when head hit dirt. Everyone stared at the rather dead looking Wingull.
"-Great,-" Yang said after a few minutes of silence. "-What do we do with a bunch of dead Wingull?-"
"-Breakfast,-" Yin replied with a shrug.
"-Breakfast? Well at least it wouldn't go to waste . . . -"
May's Pokémon, on the other hand, were fuming. "-FIRST YOU SCARE THE S--- OUT OF US, THEN YOU KILL OFF A FLOCK OF FELLOW BIRD POKÉMON AND ACT LIKE IT'S NO BIG DEAL?!-" they cried out together. "-Do not agonize, our fallen comrades, we shall avenge thee!-" Torchic turned to face Taillow.
"-My fellow traveling partner,-" Torchic said, "-we may have our differences. But what say we join forces to bring these wrong-doers to justice?!-" she said, pumping her wing in the air for emphasis.
"-Amen to that brother!-" Wait, isn't Torchic a girl?
Torchic picked up a twig and raised it in the air. "-ATTACK!-"
"-YEEEEOOOOOAAAAAH!!!-" Taillow screamed. Then . . . they ran. Forward. With unimaginable speed they charged. Yin and Yang tensed and prepared themselves for what would certainly be an extraordinary clash of sheer willpower.
Taillow has a weird battle cry . . .
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"Brendan? Brendan Birch?" Joy called out. She looked around and only saw one child in the Pokémon Center sitting cross-legged with his head bent. She brought her hands to her hips tapped her foot impatiently against the floor. "HEY FROSTY! WAKE UP!" she yelled.
"AAAAHHHH!" Brendan yelled and crashed to the floor. He got up to his knees and rubbed his head. "Jeez woman, what the hell is your problem?!"
"You're fricken' Cyndaquil's healed. Now get out!" She exclaimed and side-armed Cyndaquil's Pokeball. Brendan couldn't even get out a whimper before the ball hit him . . . in the face. He fell back against the couch, eyes swirling and a huge red circle forming on his visage. Because of the contact Cyndaquil was released. He glanced around before seeing its master out cold. He looked at Brendan with sympathy for about . . . oh, half a millisecond before an evil smirk made itself known.
"Yeaoh! Hot hot hot!" Brendan did a little jig as he spent some time putting out the flames. When he finished he glared at his Pokémon, who jumped up and landed on his head. Brendan looked up and saw a pair of beady little eyes looking back at him. He sighed. "Let's go find May then."
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Yin and Torchic collided into each other and jumped away, landing next to their partners. All four of them were greatly weakened from the battle that had been raging for the past twenty minutes. Now they could barely keep their balance and eyes open as they breathed heavily, battle wounds covering their little bodies. The battle had gotten to the point where they were all too enraged to listen to their trainers, and instead using their partners to the greatest extent. Had the fight been one on one the entire match, the battle would have been over at least ten minutes ago, possibly fifteen, in favor of Brendan.
"-Ya know,-" Yin said between heavy breaths, "-I thought these guys were a lot weaker than us.-"
"-They are,-" Yang said, "-but rage can be a powerful ally.-"
"-DAMN STRAIGHT!-" the bird Pokémon yelled.
"-I just can't fathom how their rage was able to take them to our level.-"
"-Yang, could you please stop talking all high-and-mighty?-"
"-I'm not gonna last much longer,-" Taillow whispered.
"-Me neither,-" Torchic responded. "-That Tackle really wiped me out. We need to finish this now.-"
"-How though?-"
"-Can't use strength anymore, don't have any left. We need a strategy.-"
"-We need a strategy.-" Yang said.
"-Like what?-" Yang swiveled his head and bore his eyes into Yin's. "-Oh! But . . . are you sure about that?-" Yang nodded. "-Alright, who's gonna do it?-"
"-I'm slower than you, so I'll stay back.-" Yin nodded.
"-You sure that'll work?-" Taillow asked.
"-I hope so, it's the only thing I can think of.-"
"-Well then let's do it!-"
"-Alright, let's go!-" Yang yelled. Yin concentrated, and an electric shield surrounded her body. She took a moment to catch her breath, then performed a Quick Attack, leaving behind an electric trail. Brendan's eyes followed Yin, and then he closed his eyes and smirked.
"This battle . . . is finished."
"-Here goes nothing!-" Yang cried out. He charged his pouches, then released all the power he could muster into one Thundershock. But his target wasn't Torchic, nor was it Taillow, it was . . .
"-YEE-HAW!-" Yin shrieked as she felt the flood of electric energy flow through her body. The electric sphere around her grew and her speed increased considerably.
"-DO IT NOW!-" Torchic screeched. Taillow fluttered into the air to perform a Gust attack. It saw an electrically happy Yin sprinting towards it, and panicked. "-TAILLOW!-"
Yin, grinning evilly from pouch to pouch and with a look of equal badness, closed its eyes . . . and pounded into Taillow head-first. Taillow let out an agonized scream as the electricity overwhelmed her. Yin gripped Taillow, still engulfed in electrical energy, and held her close. "-Bye-bye,-" Yin whispered into the tormented Taillow's ear. Yin closed her eyes again, and then executed a Thundershock, blasting Taillow away . . . and right into Torchic. The howls that emitted from the two anguishing birds caused all Pokémon within a fifty-foot radius to either run or fly away. The two hit the ground and slid into the base of a tree. They didn't even bother to get back up; they just didn't have the energy.
May sighed and hung her head, the hair that escaped her bandanna fell about her face and covered the tears gliding down her soft skin. She couldn't have been more proud of her Pokémon, once again fighting a hopeless battle. She unclipped two Pokeballs and returned her fainted Pokémon, murmuring a thank-you to them. She heard footsteps come closer to her; she quickly wiped the tears away and forced a smile for Brendan.
"You're Pokémon, they're really strong," Brendan spoke. May gave her thanks and stuck out a hand.
"This battle isn't over yet," she proclaimed. Brendan smiled and accepted the handshake.
"Until we meet again." Picking up his near-fainted but beaming mice Pokémon, he smiled at May once again and walked into the forest. May stood there, only leaving after she could no longer see his silhouette. The sound of Brendan shouting her name brought her back. She froze, and then sped off to his voice, panic beginning to rise and threatening to take control.
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As I ran toward his voice I saw a figure take form. Another few hundred feet or so, and I was able to see Brendan's—the one I knew—outline.
"Brendan! Are you okay?!" I shouted. I ran up to him and checked him over to make sure he was fine.
"Perfect! Never been better! Cyndaquil's fully healed now!" Suddenly I saw a blue and tan blur run by and noticed my head felt heavier. I looked up and saw Cyndaquil's cute beady little eyes staring back at me. I picked him off my head and hugged him.
"I'm so glad you're better now!" Finally! I thought to myself. Don't get me wrong; I was indeed incredibly happy that Cyndaquil was okay, but also happy that we might be able to go now. As soon as my Pokémon were healed, that is.
"We need to go to the Pokémon Center again. All my Pokémon fainted." I said.
"What? How?"
"Trainer battle," I said simply.
"Oh . . . Well let's go then." I nodded in agreement, and we headed back to town. Suddenly a huge crashing sound, coupled with a great rumbling of the earth could be heard and felt throughout the land. We looked into each other's eyes as we literally saw the sun disappear, and the darkness fell around us like a blanket. Then, as if someone stuck a plug in, millions of little lights littered the sky. We continued to stare at each other, our faces maybe a little too close for comfort. We pulled away and I felt a blush overcome me. Luckily the sudden darkness hid it from Brendan.
"Ummm . . . is it like this everyday?" I asked.
"Must be a glitch."
"Must be . . ."
"What's a glitch?"
"Hell if I know." Brendan nodded slowly, and we headed back to the Pokémon Center to wait till tomorrow to head out.
Hoenn is soooo weird . . .
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It was finally morning. As quickly as it came, the darkness was lifted from the earth, only to be replaced a few seconds later by the sun and blue sky and white clouds.
"I'm scared," I whispered, and involuntarily started shaking. My companion put an arm around me and tried to comfort me.
"Ssshhh, it's gonna be okay, don't worry. It's just some weird . . . thing going on with the game . . . " my partner said. "Jeez Brendan you're such a baby."
WHAT?! WHAT'D SHE CALL ME?!
"HEY! I RESENT THAT!"
"Wait . . . so I was right?"
"Say whaa?"
"You resent me calling you a baby . . . that means you're offended by it . . ."
" . . . Shut up."
"BRENDAN'S A BABY! HE'S A BABY!" May released Torchic, picked her up, and started spinning in circles. "Torchic! Brendan's a baby!" she yelled as she spun. I tapped May on the shoulder and she stopped spinning, but tried to get her footing as dizziness hit her.
"Can . . . can I help you?" she asked and shook her head to try to get rid of her dizzy spell.
"Yeah, could you stop that? You're making me dizzy."
"Oh, sorry."
"And . . . can we go now?" May nodded walked past me and out the PC doors with Torchic right behind her, wobbling a little in the process. With a shake of my head, I followed after her. We decided to head north to try and find this so-called "Briney" fella. Unfortunately May didn't know where he lived so we were just taking a guess at where he lived. We passed the Devon HQ and eventually came upon a sign that said, "You are now leaving Rustboro City. What, were we not good enough for ya? Dickheads."
"Is that second sentence part of the sign?" I asked.
"Nah, I added the second part while you were waiting for Cyndaquil."
"And the . . . interesting word choice?"
"That was me too!"
"Ahh, I see . . ."
"Yup, it all makes sense now don't it?"
"Sure . . . if you say so . . ."
"Well I do say so."
"Okay, it makes sense then . . ."
"Goody."
"Like, excuse me!" All of us, Pokémon included, froze on the spot.
"No," I whispered, "anyone but him."
"You think he'd learn!" May shouted. We turned around to face the guy in red.
"What do you want?" we asked the huffing and puffing man.
"I'm here on behalf of my totally un-hot boss, Mr. Stone. He'd like a word with you," he said to May, "and you," he said to me with a wink. I felt like vomiting on the spot. I saw May's eyes narrow when he did that.
"Stay. Away. From. Brendan," she growled. Gayman's eyes widened.
"O-of course, eheheheh, f-f-follow me."
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"Mr. Stone?" May whispered to me, "he looks more like Mr. Stoned," she said, describing the Big Guy of Devon Corporation. He seriously did though. Had the whole 'what's going on' look. Plus all the other signs of a guy completely drunk.
"Yeap, that's mah nahme," he said, each and every word slurred. "Me jes' wants tah tell yooooouuuu that Ah'm berry dankful dat you was kindz enough to give mah rather strange emplooyee da goods backuh."
"Yeah yeah," I said, "whatever you say pal." A man wearing a suit and a kid-ass pair of sunglasses took it from there.
"Mr. Stone would just like to tell you that as his thanks, he'd like to give you these," he said with a deep, commanding voice. He struggled with Mr. Stone and was able to pull from him two yellow objects. "Here," he said, tossing them to us. "You'll find that they also have a strap, so you can just wear it as a watch instead of constantly taking it out of your bag." We were too wrapped up in our new gifts to pay attention.
"Ah would awlso lahke ta gib you guyzes 'dis." He pulled out a small envelope. He placed it on the table and pushed it over to us. "Please," he suddenly whispered in a voice not his own, "give this to my son, before it's too late." With that, his face fell onto the table and he fell into unconsciousness. I blinked. Actually, everyone blinked. Except for Shades. After all, he had those kick-ass sunglasses on.
"Is . . . he okay?" I asked Shades.
"He does this often, don't worry."
"Oh okay," May said. "Well . . . we're gonna go now. You know, far away from here. Ta ta!" With that, we ran past everyone, down the big red hall, down the big red stairs, and out the huge red building.
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"We had gotten better directions from a passerby, and had just gotten through Petalburg Woods. Unfortunately we weren't able to catch anything. They all kept fainting. And by the rules of the game, the match ends when the wild Pokémon faints. And when it faints, it disappears. Well, that's KaAn's theory anyways."
"May, exactly who are you talking to?"
"Huh? Oh," I turned away and felt my face get warm. "N-no one in particular." We walked in silence for a few minutes.
"Ya think that Whineston kid is still there?" Brendan asked all the sudden as we took step on the path for Route 104.
"And why are you so curious?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'M NOT GAY!"
"Whoa buddy, no one ever said you were. But . . . a bit jumpy to conclusions now weren't we?"
He started stuttering as he tried to find something to say. Instead, he let his mouth hang in disbelief.
"Whatcha tryin' to do? Catch a Volbeat?"
Immediately he shut his mouth. "I hate you."
With a laugh I put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a slight squeeze. I felt him tense up and couldn't help but smile. "I know you hate me." I shuffled my fingers across his shoulders. "Ya never hated anyone more than moi," I whispered into his ear. I heard him stutter. "Hey, relax, I don't bite."
"I'm not worried about getting bit. It's that mallet I'm afraid of."
"Are you saying I'm violent?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"N-NO! I-I NEVER SAID ANYTHING LIKE THAT!" I glared at him.
"You were thinking it." He stared at me, rather my forehead, for a few seconds.
"You sure you're not, like, part Alakazam or something?"
We walked in silence until we got to Briney's house. Rather, his grass shack.
"Well, we're here," I said to Brendan. I took my arm off him and I could literally see him uncoil from the tension. "Briney's shack," I said unnecessarily, since it was on a sign right next to his shack. Actually it said, "Briney's Shack. Special of the Day: roasted Wingull." Brendan wasted no time in telling me this.
"WOW! He can read! This is a groundbreaking event ladies and gentlepeople! Not only can he talk, but he can read too! This is just . . . too incredible for words."
Brendan sighed.
We walked in, and guess what we saw? Mr. Briney and his little Peeka thingy running around a table. Just going around and around, not even bothering to look at us. What was this? Ring Around the Posies?
Why wasn't I invited?
"I knew he was strange . . ." I whispered to Brendan.
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Okay now I'm just starting to piss myself off. That damn boat . . . is GONNA be here next chapter.
I've dragged this out WAY too long. Dewford's probably only gonna get 2 or 3 chapters tops.
[Knowing you, it'll probably be more like 10.]
Nah, more like 7. THE FIRST THING THAT HAPPENS IN CHAPTER 15 IS THEM GETTING ON THAT F-----G BOAT!
Bubba: It's funny? Gee tha—
[Funny? Sorry, KaAn don't do funny in this fic.]
::glares::
[What?]
That's not funny dude.
[My point exactly.]
. . . . . . Moving. On.
S-Dittrick: It's interesting? Really?
[Then why do I always fall asleep when I read these?]
SHUT UP!
Breezy: I think I told you this before but I don't remember . . . that star hot gas thing was May's rather lackluster attempt at humor.
[May's? But aren't you the author??]
I'm really thinking of editing you out . . .
[I guess that's my cue then . . . ]
Yeah, probly is.
Okay I'm really tired so . . . ::zZzZzZzZzZzZz::
[Read and . . . review?]