I'm back. This was written the same night as Chapter 1.
I CAN WRITE AGAIN!! YAY!!
Sudden real: Lovey-dovey? Me? I'm insulted!
Naw not really, my main FF account is filled with lovey-dovey crap, soI wanted somethingtotally unsappy.
Um yeah, I LOVE TORTURING LANCE!! I HAVE FOUND MY NEW PASS-TIME!! I'm TRYING to use the Pokemon as little as possible, but I just HAVE to have some randomness! Sorry, but I HAVE TOO!!
Constant references to Coffee pwned off of a good, coffee-drinking, friend.
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Chapter 2
What a GLORIOUS Day!
Not.
I hate Celio.
"So you see, when I type in the command here, Vola! We're connected to Hoenn!"
No, seriously. I don't like him.
"Wow! But, I don't know anyone in Hoenn."
"Don't worry Champ, you'll meet the Hoenn Gym Leaders and League Champion when we get there!"
And I'm not feeling to great about Lorelei at the moment either.
"By the time this Tour is over Jean, you'll know more trainers than you ever thought possible!" I can see that Lorelei has most defiantly appointed herself as Jean's Guide for the League Tour. Her red pig-tail-braid-thingies are practically vibrating she's so excited.
I wonder when she'll remember Jean's been to all the Sevvie Islands on her own.
I'm standing against the far wall of the One Island Pokemon Center, right next to one of those annoying potted plants Joy, and all the other Joys, seem to love. The florescent lights are just too bright this morning for some reason, so I can't even roll my eyes. And that Chancy didn't sweep the floors, so I just stepped in a disgusting wad of gum that was hidden behind the annoying potted plant.
At least there's one good thing in here, from where I'm standing, I have a perfect view of a certain Champion's figure. A summery orange tee and white shorts make her look every inch the active young woman she is. Her beloved white hat placed crookedly on her head.
It all looks fine to me though. I wonder why I had such a hard time getting into Goldenrod and Celedon City Gyms?
I don't know where all of her pokemon are, I can see five at her belt, but the sixth one isn't there. Oh well, to get back on topic.
I really don't like Celio.
"Chancy!"
I look over my shoulder, my normally cynical mood about three times worse than it was when I got up, and even then it had been bad. One of Joy's Chancies is standing there, the red-cross stamped onto its apron and nurse cap.
Cute, but I don't really give a flying pidgy's ass about that right now.
"Chancy! Chancy!" You never notice how damn annoying those high pitched voices are, until you're in one shitty mood and they just won't leave you the hell alone. I turn away from the Pink ball of fluff, and focus again on Jean.
I don't know what it is, but I just, can't stop thinking about her… She lost to me the first time we battled; in fact, she almost forfeited not half-way through.
I remember that first day clearly. I didn't feel bad about thrashing her team like I had. They'd come in devastated to begin with, I had simply finished off Agatha's work.
As soon as her main Pokemon fell, that's when I first saw that edge in her eyes. She stopped trying for that battle, and her Pokemon did as well, a calm resignation that they could not beat me as they were.
If anything, that had merely lowered her in my eyes. Dramatically. What kind of trainer would throw a match?
I suppose it was the kind who knew their limits, and knew how to come back from a loss. Because that's just what she did. I heard nothing else for months and months, nearly a year, then the doors opened and…
Untouched, three league battles and none of them with a single signifigant wound.
Again, I dominated the battle, but that time she fought back.
And won.
She wasn't anything like her rival, that guy irked me. When he won the title, he had a little party, snickering and making fun of the rest of the Elite.
So that made his own instant loss that much sweeter to watch.
Not that it wasn't always sweet to watch—
"Would you ladies care to take a walk?" The snot-nosed little computer nerd is asking them, pulling me from my thoughts. His hair looks like it hasn't been brushed in a month, and, if I'm not mistaken,
There's a, Rattata, living in there…
"I understand the Tour should take you up to Mt. Ember later this week correct?" He flashes them both a smile.
Huh, they'll turn him down; look at those train tracks in his mouth!
Lorelei is doing the right thing at least. I can feel myself smirking; Jean's seen this island so many times she could get around in her sleep!
I smack myself in the head, my face either going pale or crimson, I can't tell which.
'Don't. Think. About. Sleep.'
"I'd love to go Celio! You promised to give me an official tour back when I came here with Bill! I'm afraid I've missed more than one important site!"
'WHAT!?'
I almost fall over where I'm standing, as Jean takes that, that GEEK'S arm and promenades out the door.
"Chan-CY!!!"
"WHAT!?" I shout, sloshing a bit of my coffee on my hand, it's only warm now; I've been standing here for a while.
This is what? My third cup?
The Pink nurse is just staring at me, and—hang on,
"Where are you--?" She's running away!
"Crazy egg…" I mutter to myself, sipping some of the Luke-warm coffee as I turn around and—
Bump into a scaly orange hide.
"Uh Oh…" My eyes move up the thick body, looking over the broad wings of the fiery dragon, Charazard, Jean's pride and joy.
Me and Charazard don't get along to well…
Something about both being males,
My lusting after his Trainer,
Little things…
'She couldn't have left the Togepi. Couldn't do that, Togepi can't maul me.'
Charazard doesn't look to happy, probably had to go past my room to get out of the hotel, and come to the Center.
Nope. He's none to thrilled…
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"Lance! Are you alright!?"
"I'm fine."
"You've got slashes in your cloths!"
"I'm okay."
"Don't be stubborn! Where did you get those burns!?"
"Jean, honestly, I'm—"
"Chan-cy!!"
"DON'T YOU START AGAIN PINKY!!"
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I need coffee…
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"Oh, DRAGON MASTER!!"
'Oh, SSHHIITT!!'
"You over here?"
"I'm behind the rocks Lorelei…"
Crap. And I was just beginning to enjoy myself too. We've been away from the Plateau for a few days, my run in with Charazard a full twenty four hours behind me.
It's noon, and I can hear the others a ways off with our, Guide, Celio.
I don't like him.
We're on our way to Mt. Ember, or at least the Spa. Gotta see all the local sights ya'know? We've reserved a few rooms and are going to spend the night, tomorrow; we're on our way to Three Island via one of the Sea Gallops.
I didn't bother asking why we're skipping Two Island this year; personally I was always bored out of my mind when we stop there on the Tour.
It's finally Lunch time,
For everyone else, self made food: yay!
For me, rush delivery package of Cousin Claire's cooking: yack!
Who the hell said home cooking is the best? That's half the reason I became a trainer, I was sick of eating rocks when that woman "cooked"!
"Crunchy, shame it supposed to be pasta…"
I am NOT looking forward to reaching BlackThorn…
Hey, wha--?
"Lorelei that's my lunch!" I shout, snatching the lunch box away from her, "And it's a salad!"
"Ugh?"
"That shade of green suits you."
Maybe there is an upside to Claire's cooking.
I can't help but smirk at the sounds she's making behind that bush, half way to Mt. Ember, maybe things can get better. There could be hope for this year's tour after all!
"What cha two doin over here?" I glance off to the sound of the voice, there's a flash of white before Jean hops on top of the boulder that I was not hiding behind.
I was not hiding. I am the Elite Four's Captain. There is no need for me to be hiding!
"Lorelei might not be returning," I say cynically, feeling tense. It's… awkward, speaking to Jean.
She doesn't reply to me, and I see her look around nervously, she must feel the unease in the silence.
That quiet just keeps getting longer.
"Lance?"
I look back up at where she's sitting, okay, the boulder isn't huge, it's not like I need too crane my neck to see her, and the rock is only a few feet off the ground. But I'm sitting cross legged on the grass, so there.
She isn't looking at me, well, she is, and then looks away quickly.
"Yes?" I ask, waiting for her to speak. I actually don't remember the last, or rather, the first time we have ever had a conversation.
And, it could just be the sun, or the light reflecting off that damn hat and into my eyes, but…
Is she… blushing?
Jean doesn't say anything in reply, just slides down off the boulder, before she comes over and sits next to me. I'm, confused, too say the least, why is she--?
She places one hand on the side of my face, and all thoughts grind to a halt. She takes her other hand as well, and puts it on my neck. Abrupt, forward, sounds like a dream I had, but this is real. My heart starts pounding in my ears, and I'd be amazed if she couldn't feel it.
"You're hot." She says flatly, looking me straight in the eye.
What do you say to THAT!?
"I-uh-well-wha-I-y' see-huh?"
I think that about sums it up...
"No honestly," She's telling me, looking almost concerned, "You're face is hot, and you look flushed. Maybe Agatha is right and you really are sick!" Her eyes go wide, and she looks,
SYMPATHETIC!?
'God-damn-son-of-a-THAT'S JUST NOT FAIR!!!'
I could cry. I could honestly cry if I wasn't me. If I was Bruno I would cry, if I was Celio—
I hate Celio, I don't even want to think about being him.
"I think you should throw out that Clam Chowder Lance, it might have gone bad, and made you sick!"
"It isn't Clam Chowder Jean…"
But if I was anyone else in the world except Lance the Dragon Master, I would cry…
"Oh, Sea-Food Chowder then, sorry."
That was mean… To any higher beings that just saw that, the entire encounter was just plain mean… And I'm not talking about my SALAD!!
"Agatha!" I glance over and watch as Jean hops over the boulder and rushes over to the others, probably proclaiming my illness to everyone.
Come to think of it, looking down at my Salad, err, it had better be salad…
I actually don't feel to good physically, maybe I—
"--could stay behind with Lance, and the two of us could head back to town?"
My eyes go cat-like at the suggestion,
'Excellent idea Jean, I feel awful, I feel terrible, lets you and I go back and--'
"Why not let me stay with him Jean? He could stay at my house until tomorrow and go off to Three Island like he's supposed to."
"That's a fine Idea Celio!"
'HELL NO!'
"There's no need for that!!" I shout, jumping up and out of the bushes, "I'm perfectly fine!" Agatha has an evil glint in here eyes right now, the kind of evil that Charazard has in its eyes… Better think of something quick,
'I know.'
"But, Lorelei!" I point out, the Trainer herself only now crawling out of the bushes, looking horrible. I quickly help her to her feet, basically flaunting the fact that she's the wrong color."She's very sick!"
"Wha?" Lorelei doesn't seem to understand the situation, and unknowingly looks the part perfectly,
"Maybe you should take Lorelei back to town Celio?" I offer; my voice sounding so phony everyone except Celio himself is practically glaring at me.
'Crap, I'll do anything to get rid of this guy! ANYTHING!'
"Lance, I" Lorelei really doesn't sound alright,
"I; am so sorry…"
"Huh?"
"URP!"
"GAH!!! That's DISGUSTING!!!"
What a wonderfully, glorious day.
My barf-coated ass.
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Hehehe, I'll get back on track next chapter with the angsty/romanticness, I could only throw in the one itty bitty scene this time, but hey, there was a LEMON :or as close to a Lemon as I have ever written: last chapter, so don't complain!
Review please!