DISCLAIMAH: Idon'townpokemon.Iowncrappykeyboardwithbrokenspacebar. Ok, that was bad...and I don't own pokémon. As soon as I am a good enough writer to get profit from books, I'll buy pokémon and draw manga where Yellow gets Megavolted. Muahahahaha.
Thankyou for the reviews.
shadow/phantomness, I'm loving the Championshipping! I really like your fic. I got my idea from some glitch with the Viridian power that my friend wrote in an unpublished fanfic. I can see the Yugi/Yami in yours.
RainyDay Dragonair, Yay! More Lance fans! Join the club. Except there is no club. Nnn...
Sorry this took so long to write. I suddenly discovered that evil English teachers like doling out Novel Studies then screaming at you when you can't do the homework -.-; Next chapter...
Yellow was a real grouch by the time she slumped onto her bed that evening. This was only the first DAY! They were both bickering at each other. Neither of them showed the other any mercy.
She kicked off her boots just as she had done the night before, but luckily managed to avoid the spurs. The sooner she got the Rising badge, the sooner she could leave Blackthorn, and rid her mind of the Dragon Master that had caused her so much pain...
At that moment, Lance woke up.
"Go back to sleep." Yellow grunted in her mind.
"I'm sorry." he said. "We obviously drove each other mad today..."
"Well spotted." Yellow hissed.
"Hmm..." Lance seemed to be fighting to keep his cool. "We should try to be on 'speaking' termsand forget the past..."
"I agree..." Yellow muttered. "But do you mind not being so nocturnal?"
"Sorry."
Yellow yawned and flicked off the light.
"Yellow...to be kind of honest with you...your day is my night, so I'm not really being nocturnal."
"Yes you ARE! You were awake half of your night!" Yellow protested. "How far away are you, if the time change is that big!"
"I'm far away, where the law can't catch me. I still owe for Cerise, you know."
"Is it really that bad? If you've been running away forall theseyears, it must be worth missing!"
"A few years or a hefty fine to pay for cultural damage."
"That's not bad." Yellow said. "If I were you I'd face them."
"No you wouldn't. I'm totally broke..."
"How could you be broke!"
Lance ignored this question. "And I'd rather be on the run in extreme poverty together with my dragons than locked away without them."
"I now know why you wouldn't give me your location."
Lance hiccoughed. "Oh, you thought I thought you'd turn me in!"
"Well I would have! But I understand your situation more now, so..."
But Lance had fallen asleep again.
Yellow sighed, but guessed he slept the day through to keep out of trouble, if the law was the problem...
"Hello?" a voice rang across the almost empty lounge the next morning. Everyone's attention was focused onto the trainer who had just picked up the phone. "You want a yellow what? Oh I see, a person called Yellow!"
Yellow however wasn't listening. She was planning a strategy for her Gym Battle. Flashbacks of Dragon pokémon easily warding off her defensive tactics slipped through her memories, and she was sure she needed to change her ideas.
"Honestly Yellow, you've only just realized. That's clever, really clever. Dragons are considered regal in pokémon legend, so they have power."
"Oh yeh." Yellow scoffed. "Hyper Beam, all the way!"
"You may laugh." Lance said, "But that Hyper Beam is learnt by Dragons for a reason."
"Oh, so you're the clever one now. Well sorry to say this, but your strategy using Dragons isn't much help to me right now. You may not know a strategy against them."
"Is there a YELLOW here?" the voice yelled impatiently. Yellow instinctively looked up to see the trainer holding the phone.
"Uh, yeh, here." she said, taking the phone off him. "Hello?"
"Hey ya Yellow, it's Red."
"Oh..." Yellow said. She burned up nervously inside as Lance cackled at her timidity. "Hiya Red!"
Lance made whistling noises.
"How are you? Is training ok?" Red asked.
"Yeh, been training...alone..." she added, with a cold hint in her voice directed at Lance, who cackled again. "How did you know where I am?"
"Oh, I overheard you saying you wanted the badge or something. And Blackthorn's a nice area, but..." Red quietened his voice as if he was worried of saying something wrong or being overheard. "How are the...memories? Surely being there brings back memories."
Yellow shifted uncomfortably and Lance seemed to stop breathing to listen in. She racked her brains to find the right words.
"It's ok." she said. "Some are worse than others, but I can handle it."
Red hummed on the other end of the phone. Yellow's attention was drawn towards the voice in her mind.
"Red's the boyfriend?" he asked. "I thought he thought you were a boy."
"NO!"
"Hello? Yellow?" Red was calling down the phone.
"Er...yes?"
"So, you're challenging Clair soon?"
"Hopefully. The sooner, the better."
Lance made an offended sound. He went to sleep for about half an hour until she finished the phone call, then for no apparent reason yelled and shocked her. Yellow set out to train massaging her sore head.
Yellow trained furiously that afternoon. There were plenty of Dratini in the lake, but Yellow noticed that there was something about them that was different from what she remembered of Dragon types...
Later on, when she was serving pokéchow to her party, Lance woke up.
"Jeez Yellow, that hat again!" he grumbled. "This time it was assisting a sombrero to defeat half a million Dragonairs! I mean, how many hats know Blizzard..."
"LANCE! I need to ask you something!"
And she asked him about the Dratini.
"They don't know Hyper Beam." Lance chirped. He was in too good a mood. "Then again, Cuddles knew it when he was a Dratini. I miss Cuddles..."
"Don't be funny." Yellow sighed. The morning had worn her out, and she still had to heal her pokémon.
"Well...like all wild pokémon they aren't as strong as a trainer's would be."
Yellow absent-mindedly bit into something hard. It took her a second to realize that it was Golosk's pokeball, not her ham and cheese sandwich.
Yellow healed all her pokémon, but then decided to relax for the rest of the afternoon. She was deep in thought, not caring what Lance was listening in on. It was difficult having two people's thoughts in her brain at the same time, but knew it wasn't Lance's choice for it to be that way either.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.
"AAAAAAAARGGH!"
"Jeez, since when have you been a nervous wreck?" Clair said.
"Since...unexplainable things happened."
Clair looked confused.
"I came to tell you that we can battle tomorrow!"
"I thought your schedule was full?"
"It was, but one of my challengers got stuck in Goldenrod, something about a Ditto being able to cast Transform on other things. Well, my challenger is now a bit more like an Electabuzz than a pokémon trainer."
Lance burst into cries of mirth without warning. Yellow suddenly found it very difficult to keep her face straight.
"So, you want to battle tomorrow?"
"Y...yes...ppplease!" Yellow spluttered.
"Good! You be ready. I don't know what sort of strategy Lance used, but I tend not to be a copy cat. Was it Hyper Beam then Hyper Beam?"
Yellow snorted with laughter and Lance stopped. Clair walked away.
"Oh yes...Yellow?"
"Wh...WHAT!"
"I thought you'd have learned that Dragons aren't a laughing matter."
She walked away, cracking her whip against the grass.
"You made me look like an idiot again!"
"Sorry Yellow. But you heard what she said." he mocked his cousin's voice. "DRAGONS AREN'T A LAUGHING MATTER!"
"It's not funny! Don't give me any assistance in the battle, please."
"I wasn't going to. I don't even know Clair's strategy."
Yellow went back to the pokémon center early to get extra rest. She told Lance not to disturb her during the night, and flopped into bed at about 7 o' clock. All she knew was that she had an advantage against this gym leader, even though Lance had told her not to count too much on experience when it came to the Dragon type.
Yellow sank into sleep, but she once again had a disturbed night...
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Believe me, the next chapter is going to be pretty dark. Ok, if you recognize it, I can tell you it's definitely based on story of Mewtwo's origin. I loved that little short! It made me cry...
OK, it's also Harry Potter Order (which I reread recently) when Harry sees Snape's thoughts in the pensieve then Snape's like...roar...I loved Harry Potter 5 too, 'cause it's dark.
Aerocky: A Dratini called Cuddles.
DE: It's funny!
Aerocky: DRAGONS AREN'T A LAUGHING MATTER!
DE: (points at Aerocky and guffaws)
Aerocky: Ok, have it your way.