HELLOOOOO EVERBODY! DIDJA MISS ME??
::a big dust cloud can be seen and footsteps heard as hundreds of people stampede away::
Aw gee ::sniff:: YA GUYS DO LOVE ME!
[You . . . you're a strange kid KaAn . . . ]
Hmm? Whaddya say?
[ . . . Nothing]
Oh okay, DISCLAIMER AND QUOTE!
DISCLAIMER: Feh.
Quote: A quote? F THE QUOTE! I SWEAR WHY DO I EVEN MAKE THESE D—N THINGS UP FOR YOU PEOPLE HUH? HUH?!!! EVERY UPDATE I'M FORCED TO SPEND AT LEAST TWO MINUTES OF MY LIFE THINKING UP SOME STUPID QUOTE FOR YOU GUYS TO READ! WHY?! WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER?! THAT'S IT! FROM NOW ON I'M NEVER GONNA DO ANOTHER QUOTE EVER!
[Well aren't you in the sarcastic mood today . . .]
::shrugs:: Couldn't think of or find a decent quote.
[Hey KaAn?]
Yeah?
[Nobody cares.]
So? That never stopped me did it?
Wait wait, advertisement, forgot to do that for a couple of chapters.
Lucky Streak by Lunar Sphinx.
Well basically the fic takes place in an age/time/era/thing where Pokémon and people don't exactly live in "harmony". Those with the guts (or stupidity) to become trainers are thought of as courageous . . . or crazy. Mostly crazy. The road to becoming the champion is even more perilous in this period of time than it is now. "But what about the girls?" you ask? Well, what about them? They're stupid, weak, stupid, can't train a Pokemon worth a darn, stupid, shunned by society if they are indeed found with a Pokeball, and stupid. Now one particular girl can't stand the sexism anymore and so with her trusty Pokemon she sets out to face her destiny and punch any guy in the face if they say she doesn't have what it takes to be a Master. She's out to send a message to all the other trainers. That message? "I'M A GIRL AND DAMMIT I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"
Did we mention girls are stupid?
You updated! Don't worry I'll get around to it. Just remind me.
[I can beat it into his skull for you if you want me too.]
ONE MORE THING! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE 100 REVIEWS! YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY! PLEASE KEEP ME HAPPY BY REVIEWING AFTERWARDS! I'D REALLY LIKE IT YES I WOULD!
[::sighs::]
Ah you're just jealous.
[BULL!]
Oh yeah, she's jealous.
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Chapter 15: The Boy With All the Luck
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The four Pokemon hopped off the boat and onto the wooden dock. They started talking about stuff while they waited for the trainers to finish talking to Briney. Torchic was the first to notice something . . . strange about their Company.
"-Hey uhh . . . does anyone know where Taillow went?-" Staryu looked around and also noticed the lack of the Swallow Pokemon in question. She joined Torchic in the search for the missing bird. Cyndaquil and Bagon gave off confused stares.
"-Who?-" Bagon asked of his partner. Cyndaquil shrugged.
"-HEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPP!-" the bird shrieked unheard in her Pokeball.
"-Feh, whatever,-" Torchic said with a defeated sigh and walked back to the other two. They chatted amongst themselves until their respective trainers came. So began their journey into Dewford Island. But what they didn't know was that the sand was hot, on the Pokemon at least. Torchic and Cyndaquil were able to take refuge on their trainer. Staryu retreated to the ocean. Bagon knocked Brendan over trying to get on his unoccupied shoulder. Brendan grumbled and picked himself up, brushing the hot sand off himself and his Pokemon. Bagon flashed a peace sign at Cyndaquil before running off with the fire rodent hot on his tail.
They continued into the town, passing various mini markets and housing. Finally they came upon the familiar red-roofed Pokemon Center, out of place with all the grass shacks that are ALWAYS found on an island. They entered the center and took a break from the hour-long trek in the 90-degree weather to the Center. They took in the air-conditioned room with open arms and sighed in relief.
"-Hey what the . . . -" Bagon burst suddenly. He ran over to the calendar pinned up near the stairs. "-It's August 7tht?-" The other Pokemon sweat-dropped.
"-Yes, Bagon, today's the 7th,-" Cyndaquil replied. Bagon looked at him questioningly. All the Pokemon sighed, knowing this would come eventually.
"-But, but, it's the 1st!-"
Cyndaquil sighed again. "-No it's not, it's the 7th . . . -"
Bagon gave a confused look. "-But, how?-"
Cyndaquil let out a really deep sigh and began his explanation. "-Okay Bagon, think of it this way. It was the 1st when we left Briney's shack. You followin' me?-" Bagon, completely clueless, nodded. "-It's now the 7th, one week later. Do you know why this is so? Think boat, think sea. I'm sure even you can figure this one out . . . -" Bagon sat and thought this new information over for a few minutes. Suddenly his face brightened and he snapped his fingers.
"-I get it now! The boat's a time machine!-" May and Brendan each arched an eyebrow when they saw the other three Pokemon crash to the floor.
Cyndaquil got back onto his feet and rubbed his temples. Trying to keep his temper, he growled, "-Or maybe it just takes a week to travel across the SEA—which is BIG—to get here on a BOAT!!-"
Bagon blinked. "-Oh . . . that works too.-"
Cyndaquil rolled his eyes. "-No DUH it works!-" They all simultaneously let out a sigh and fell into that awkward silence.
[::crickets chirping::]
(( . . . . . . . . . . . . ))
"-But,-" Bagon said suddenly. "-A week on a boat? I think I would have noticed if it had taken a week.-" Cyndaquil and the others smirked. Cyndaquil looked to his trainer and made a motion pointing to Bagon and his head. Brendan nodded.
"Basically, Bagon." Bagon turned to listen to his master. "You were out cold the entire time."
"Bah——?" It asked, baffled.
"Well you see, you were standing in this certain spot." May started giggling. "Then Staryu was jumping in and out of the water . . ." Bagon nodded slowly. "And Staryu jumped back on board and fell on your head and knocked you out! Some steel head you got there Bagon!" A vein popped on Bagon's forehead. How dare they say that! He had spent many a day jumping off that cliff in Petalburg and knocking himself out when he hit a rock! How DARE they mock that which he worked so hard to achieve! Well . . . actually he had done that in the hopes of flying, the steel-head (and perhaps his idiocy) was a . . . side effect. He sat down and proceeded to hate the world and everything in it. After two minutes he got bored with that and decided to run into the wall. "-Mock me will they?! Well I'll show them!-" he said as he banged his head on the wall. Everyone in the Pokemon Center watched and sweat-dropped. Brendan had his head in his hands. "-The fools!-" ::bang:: "-The fools!-" ::bang:: "-FOOLS!-" ::BANG::
"That's gotta be unhealthy for him . . ." May said to Brendan. Brendan recalled Bagon into his ball before his head banging got expensive.
"-Sometimes you just can't help but pity the poor thing,-" Torchic chirped. Since the spectacle was over everyone decided to get on with his or her life.
After resting up the two trainers decided to take in the sights and smells of island life. What was interesting to them for about 10 seconds was that the islanders had built everything on the unstable sand. Once that ten seconds were up they became immersed in the joys of shopping. Correction: May was giddy. Brendan was just bored.
"Come on Brendan! Please?" May whined. Brendan continued to glare at her.
"I'm not wearing a pink bandana! That's final!" May pouted and hung it back on the rack with the other various colored bandanas. May scanned the items in the shack they were in until she came upon something that just so happened to catch her attention. She looked at the item, then to Brendan's hair. Hair, item, hair, item.
"How abo—."
"I'm not dyeing it."
"Well then—."
"Not spiking it either." May pouted again.
"Whatever, Frosty." Brendan sighed. May stood silent. Brendan uncrossed and crossed his arms. May started playing with her fingernail.
"Can we go now?" Brendan finally asked.
"Hold on! There's this cute pair of shoes I wanna check out first!" She hopped off toward the shoe shack. Brendan sighed and followed.
"I have a bad feeling about this . . ."
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As is always the case, that pair of shoes somehow ended up as a mountain of clothes and various other items stacked onto Brendan's wobbly arms. It took everything he had just to stand up. It was another feat all in its own for him to be able to move a couple of inches.
Why does this always happen to the poor, victimized, innocent young boy?
May looked up from a pair of earrings and searched for her partner, whom was struggling to walk out of a shack about five stores away. May grumbled and started tapping her foot against the sand impatiently.
When she finally couldn't take it any longer she roared, "HURRY UP!" Her piercing voice broke Brendan's deep concentration and so he ended up flinging everything into the air and falling on his rear. This in turn earned a groan from May. She sprinted to Brendan and whapped him in the head while he was getting back up, sending him face first back into the sand. "WHY'D YOU GO AND DO THAT?!" she demanded of Brendan once he'd sat up and spit the sand out of his mouth. Brendan sent her a death glare in reply.
"WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT PAIR OF SHOES?!" May glared back and sifted through the fallen boxes and bags.
She held up a pair of sandals for Brendan to see. "RIGHT HERE!" she said and threw one at him. He fell onto the sand to dodge the oncoming sandal.
"HA! YOU MIS—" The second had been side-armed into Brendan's nose. "Ow . . ." he groaned and fell onto the sand again. He quickly sat back up and glared again. "Okay, so we got your precious pair of sandals, SO WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THE REST OF THIS CRAP?!" May was about to retaliate, but stopped when she heard a couple of giggles. Brendan looked around and sweat dropped. Apparently they had attracted quite an amused crowd with their argument.
"Just look at 'em Jason, they're SOOOOOO kawaii!" May heard a girl say to her boyfriend.
"They're definitely a perfect couple!" Brendan overheard another girl whisper to a friend. Each trainer's eyes twitched.
"AS IF!" the two howled as one. They both turned and glared at each other. May whipped her head around and began to stomp off to the Pokemon Center.
"Get the stuff, we're leaving."
"GET YOUR OWN DAMN THINGS YOURSELF!" All Brendan got was another shoe to the face. "Jerk," he muttered and picked himself off the sand. Gathering May's things he heard a few more giggles, so he sent the girls the Look. He stomped off in the opposite direction to the pawnshop.
When he entered the air-conditioned shop he immediately dropped everything—all fifty pounds of the earthly materials—on the counter. The owner, whom had been sitting in a chair behind said counter, raised an eyebrow when he suddenly couldn't see the front door anymore. He stood up on his tiptoes to look over at the white-haired child and gave a smile.
"Girlfriend problems?" he asked knowingly.
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" He said before he could stop and make a complete fool of himself. The owner grinned even more. A groan escaped Brendan as he put his head in his hands.
"Lemme guess. You wanna sell these to me to get back at her?"
Brendan crossed his arms and gave his longwinded reply, "Hn."
"Okay, but let me warn ye. It's been my past experience that the boy ends up coming back here sporting a bandage on his head to admit he should have listened to my warning not to sell everything to me. Then again if they did listen I'd probably be out of business by now, yes?"
Brendan ignored the words of caution and only asked, "How much ya want?" The owner gave a price that Brendan quickly accepted. The owner handed over a wad of cash that Brendan quickly counted over. He paused and looked from the cash to pile. With a sigh he pulled out a pair of sandals and offered to give back a few dollars, which the owner denied.
"Trust me, you'll need it. Although I don't know why you decided to keep the sandals . . . Purple isn't really your color." Brendan chuckled and bid farewell. Now with a heavier pocket Brendan headed back to the Pokemon Center, satisfied with himself and bracing for the worst.
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Narrator: The author has decided to edit the next two hours out. Basically it went something like this:
"BRENDAN YOU JERK!"
::POW::
::WHACK::
::WHOK::
::SHLAMMMM::
::KLONNNNNG::
Get the picture?
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May sighed and wiped her forehead. After two hours of using Brendan as a punching bag she had to admit she was tired. She looked over to Brendan, whom was currently twitching unconsciously, with bruises, bandages, and ice packs all over his body.
"Feh, he deserved it." She looked over to the sandals, currently resting on Brendan's bag, that she bought back at the mart. She picked them up and looked at Brendan. A small, sad smile found its way onto her face. "Sorry," she said guiltily and softly. She placed the sandals next to his bag and crawled back into bed, soon drifting away.
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Brendan had been sleeping well until his body gave an angry jerk. His eyes snapped open and he forced his body into a sitting position. He gritted his teeth to keep from screaming at the searing pain his body sent in reply. Biting his lip, he waited it out until it was only an ache again. Pushing himself off the bed he granny-walked to the light and flipped it on, giving him a view of the sleeping May.
"Keh, she better be happy." He stared at the sandals for a while before picking one up and noticing the tiny pool of water yet to evaporate. He lightly dipped his finger in it and brought it to his lips. Salt was the first thing that registered in his mind. Being content with that, he put the sandal back and painfully got back in bed. He quickly fell asleep, not to waken for another few hours.
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May yawned and stretched, smacking Torchic off the bed in the process. May scrambled out of bed to hug it in apology, but just as she stretched out her arms, Torchic sent a puff of fire into May's face. May stood there, charred and bug-eyed, and let out a mushroom-cloud sigh. She sat down on the floor and crossed her arms, glaring at her Pokemon. Torchic innocently gazed at May.
"Geez, I try to apologize and you go and breathe fire on my face! Well forget it I'm not apologizing!" She said with an hmph at the end of it.
Torchic shrugged. "-I don't care. I'm more satisfied with burning your face your face instead of getting ten minutes of "Oh no Torchic! I'm sorry I'm sorry! Blah blah blah yak yak yak!-" she said, flapping her wings in imitation of her trainer.
May on the other hand was staring at her kinda funny. "Right, uhh . . . howz about we leave now?"
Torchic snapped to attention. "-Aye aye, Capitan!-" she replied as she saluted.
May opened her bag and pulled out an outfit that she bought yesterday. This particular one she couldn't trust Brendan with holding, which was a good thing too. It was basically the same as her normal outfit, except purple where it was red. That and she let her hair loose. She looked at the mirror and admired the length. It was getting close to the middle of her back now. She pulled it into a simple ponytail and let her bangs fall about her face, framing it quite nicely. Once done, she gathered her bag and hip-pack, which is when she noticed Brendan's bag missing.
"Brendan?" She looked around the room. She yanked the covers off her bed. Finding nothing she checked under her bed.
"Feh, what a jerk. Has no patience whatsoever." She turned to grab her new sandals and noticed a note resting on the sandals. Of course, curiosity got the better of her, so she picked it up and read it.
Dear May,
By the time you read this letter I will be well on my way to Slateport
thanks to our dear old chap Briney, who was more than happy to
take me (you shouldn't have pissed him off J ). Well, take care May,
I doubt we shall meet again.
Brendan
May let the paper slip out of her hands as she stared at the wall in disbelief. Torchic hopped over to the sheet and quickly read through it. How she did this, no one knows.
"-Bummer,-" she mused to herself. She flipped it over and read the rest of the note. May—angered not that Brendan left but that she was now stranded on Dewford—wasn't quite pleased when she saw Torchic rolling on the floor laughing her butt off.
She snatched the note and glared at Torchic. "THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER!" She looked to where Torchic pointed and found more writing. "Hm?" she said and read the rest of the note.
JUST KIDDING!
May crashed to the floor, causing Torchic to laugh even harder. Grumbling and swearing to kill Brendan the next time she saw him, she sat Indian-style and continued reading.
But seriously I tried waiting for your. Really I did. But GEEZ can you sleep!
Not only that, but when I was trying to wake you up, you have to go and
punch me into the wall! What did I ever do to you to deserve that?! I'm still
aching from that 2-hr "Beat Brendan Into a Bloody Pulp" Fest and that stupid
whack to the face!
Anyways, I learned where Steven is. I'll give him the box thingy, so you can . . .
I dunno, race over to the gym and glomp the leader. I hear he's quite the looker.
::wink wink nudge nudge::
Well, as they say in Japanese, ja ne! Although I prefer to use the classic American
"bye suckah!"
Brendan.
PS: I know something you don't know! Nyah nyah! J
For five minutes May stared at the note. Finally a vein popped on her forehead and her eye twitched.
"BRENDAN YOU'RE DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!"
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Brendan stopped at the mouth of Granite Cave and turned to the direction of Dewford Town, about five miles of sand away. He had heard a faint shout coming from that direction. He looked down at Cyndaquil, who by the looks of it was asking Brendan what just happened.
"Guess she found the note," he said to his Pokemon, whom grinned ear-to-ear and nodded. With a crisp about-face Brendan entered the darkness that was Granite Cave. Cyndaquil hopped onto his trainer's head and waited with anticipation.
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w00t! ::runs around crazily::
[What . . . why are you doing that? ::watches KaAn run into a wall::]
[-.- At times I have no choice but to pity you . . . ]
::gets up:: Thanks!
[Anytime Chippy, anytime . . . ]
::walks away::
[Aren't you forgetting something?]
::looks back at Ana:: What? ::walks into a pole::
OW! STUPID PIECE OF ----! DIE DEMON SEED! ::punches the metal pole:: YEEAAOOW! ::sucks on his hand:: YOU SON OF A B----! ::kicks the pole:: MY FOOT!!
[::slaps KaAn's face:: CALM DOWN!]
::sits down:: Calm down? You want me to calm down huh?
[That IS what I just said, ya know.]
::smiles innocently:: Alrighty then, I'm calm.
[Are . . . are you okay?]
::nods:: Now, let's see you CALM DOWN!
[-.-;; Oh great . . . ]
::bites Ana's hand and stomps on her foot::
[OW! WHY YOU LITTLE—Huh? HEY GET BACK HERE! WE AIN'T ENDING THIS CHAPTER 'TIL I PULVERIZE YOU INTO FINE ASHES!]
::thinks to self:: Calm down she says. ::realizes something and comes to a screeching halt. Ana tackles KaAn and proceeds to smash his head with her wooden stick::
Forgot shout-outs . . . ::Ana continues to pound KaAn. A vein pops on KaAn's forehead as he struggles to keep his temper:: OFFA ME WITCH! ::punches Ana into a wall. She falls onto the floor, twitching::
Okay . . . now for shout-outs.
BrendanMayfan: THANX A BUNCHES OF STUFF! It was weird, seeing like a million reviews of yours, but I was happy! BTW you're the hundredth reviewer person! YAY YOU! You have two choices: either send in an OT and get a cameo, or you can just totally reject me and ruin my karma. It's up to you. I'm sure you'll make the right choice.
Brotee: Ya don't gotta worry 'bout that. I have a few in mind that you might like. Besides, Bagon's pretty rare I think, so you're just gonna have to live with him for now J
MOONSHINE!: Nah, not really haha. Yup, KaAn'll do. Until I get bored with that too. Oh and I read your profile. Thanks, I don't know whether to be proud of myself or scratch the back of my head and wonder what I said to make you wanna do a fic like that. But really, thanks. Lol.
[Prepare yourself Kahahiaka! Wooden Strike of Death!]
GAAAH! ::jumps to dodge it::
[An opening! ::attacks again::]
-.-;; ::grabs the stick from Ana and whaps her on the head::
[::faints::]
Feh . . . ::goes back to shout-outs::
Scarred Dragonia: Sure I'll read 'em. If I remember to at least. Just keep bugging me and I'll get around to it J.
[Want me to beat that into his skull for you too?]
::smacks Ana on the head again and knocks her out::
Shout-outs, Take 3 . . .
LH: So . . . ummm . . . THANX FOR DA REVIEW!
Spirit of the Sword: Don't worry about that. I have plans for this here fic. I mean BIG plans! HUMUNGO-BIG PLANS! I'M TALKIN' PLANS BIGGER THAN ONE OF ANA'S PREVIOUS OBSESSIONS!
Anyways Ana, so umm . . . how's the family? Heheheh . . .
[I'm so gonna kill you.]
Breezy: BREEZY! HOWZIT?! Haha don't ya just love that name? I mean how could you not love being called Breezy all the time. Breezy Breezy Breezy Breezy Breezy . . .
YEAH YEAH! DO IT! MAKE FUN OF ME! FUN FUN FUN! Or didja already? ::shrugs::
Bubba/Poopypants: Haha, thanks for the honest reviews. Actually, if you go thru the entire fic again you'll notice that just about each and every previous chapter has been re-edited and hopefully a little less corny.
REVIEW PLEASE! Thank you and have a nice day, scumbags.
[::whacks KaAn:: Dumbass. It's not exactly smart to call the reviewers names ya know.]
Whatever.
[APOLOGIZE!]
Hn. I'm terribly sorry for calling you all scumbags . . . ya scumbags.
[::beats KaAn into fine ashes:: ]
((can someone please tell me how to describe the -.-;; face? As a reward, you'll have my undying gratitude. Oh and I won't call you a scumbag. lol. You all do know I was just kiddin' right? Ya'll aren't scumbags . . . at least I don't think you are . . . ))