Author's Note: I think that I just wrote this chapter for completely my amusement. I suppose that I didn't have to put in certain parts, but it ended out okay…I hope… Anyways! Did anyone see the preview for pokemon diamond and pearl? Hikari—oh, I'm sorry, Dawn, was pretty. I had seen one of the Japanese versions of the show before so I could hear her Japanese voice. It was pretty! Now unlike somebody shifts eyes I do not believe that May's voice is too airy. Dawn's voice…I swear, to me, it sounds like she is and ex-power puff girl! I'm so serious! She probably has a great personality, but it's a freaking ex-power puff girl! Anyways, something funny about pokemon is—oh, sorry, this is too long. That will be continued on the bottom! See ya!

Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon, the characters, or a dating show.

It was her fault, wasn't it?

She opened her eyes tiredly and looked around. Some unknown cause had manager to wake her up. She shuffled to her bathroom to wash her face. She had memorized it subconsciously when she had first come to her room. Five steps away from the bed, two steps left, then two steps up. Except she didn't end up in her bathroom. She rubbed her eyes wearily wondering where she was. Looking down she saw a sofa. And on that sofa was Shuu. Shuu? When did she meet him again? Was it a dream? Tiredly, she knelt down on her knees and held lightly his shirt. He was her friend and she would hold on to him as long as possible. She nodded off in that position.

He always woke up at 4:30 A.M. He liked taking a somewhat long shower until 5. When he woke up at 4:30 on that day, he felt something lightly holding his shirt. He took no notice of it and pulled his shirt out of the grasp. What had been holding on to his shirt anyways? He looked down and saw Haruka. Except Haruka should have been on the bed. Why should Haruka have been on the bed? Why was she here? Why did he wake up at 4:30?

Haruka was here because she liked taking a shower at 5. He was awake at 4:30 because he had carried Haruka to the bed. Haruka should've been on the bed because she suddenly fell on him.

He flicked his hair and reorganized his thoughts. Nothing had made sense. Now that his head cleared he remembered why she was here. It would probably be best if she went back to her own room, because of that show.

That show.

It disgusted him. How could she have reached such a position anyways? During last night—or was it this morning?—when she had came, he had forgotten about it. Now he remembered that stupid show. He had only come here, because he needed some money. She had told him herself she had come to get a date. From this stupid stupid show.

Or should he have been thanking this show for letting him meet Haruka again?

He didn't know, but he did know Haruka should have been going back to her own room. Shuu tapped lightly on her shoulder repeatedly. She looked very peaceful sleeping there, leaning on the couch. Her head turned quickly and bit his hand. He cursed silently. Damn it, she could bite hard. The peaceful image was chased out of his head with a long string of curse words.

She woke up, but kept her eyes closed. Something in her mouth moved. Come to think of it, she was biting something pretty hard. It was filling her mouth. What was it anyways?

She opened her eyes and saw Shuu. Of course, because she had woken up and slept holding on to his shirt. But why was his arm prominent in her face? "Good coordinators do not bite their rival's hand." he growled out. She opened her mouth slightly to ask him what he was talking about when he quickly removed his hand from her mouth. So that was what had been in her mouth.

Then it sank in that that was his hand in her mouth. His hand. Her mouth. She almost puked, but quickly bowed slightly to him saying, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean for you to get…bitten by me!" "Six years and you're still so unfeminine." he said as he flicked his hair. She ignored him in a complete and absolute way.

"I was trying to wake you up so that you could go to your own room." Shuu told her. Haruka nodded slightly and stood up walking to the door. How could she have fallen asleep anyways? Oh, that was right. The tea with his smell in it. A thought struck her frighteningly.

"Um…Shuu…you—" Haruka started and the spoken person cut her off, "In public call me Drew. Well, in America, anyways. I'll cal you May." She nodded as she asked her very important question.

"Drew, you didn't…drug me, did you?"

He stared at her and she looked back earnestly. He shook his head and she replied with an okay and a smile before skipping out.

He looked at his face in a mirror. Where did she get that idea?

Author's Second Note: The funny thing is that Ash meets all those girls who want to be the best whatever and the age to get your first pokemon is ten, so all those girls are ten, but Ash is always the same age as those girls so he is always ten. He never grows older! Oh, and if you noticed, that person who commented on his different moods, I put the reason there. Comment peeps! Any suggestions on what to do next? Tell me! Oh, and the two questions are still on-going (from the previous chapter), but one of the questions seem to have and answer. Any who, comment-o please!