Author's Notes: Alrighty then, everyone appears to have chosen choice A.
Except Vernon Hediger. Sorry, loyal reviewer of mine, but you got outnumbered :P
Inferno 54 still hasn't got their soul back. So, I'll clear something up for the chap:
The OFFICIAL name of the Elesa x Skyla pairing (the one chosen by the forums or something) is Airplane-Shipping. I, in all my LOL powers, thought this kinda stupid, so I popped up the title of Emonga-shipping.
Now, Emonga is a cute lil' Electric/Flying type Pokemon, kinda like Pikachu, so it fit the pairing, in my opinion. However, Emonga is the Japanese name for the creature. The English name is, dun dun DUN, Emolga. With a L rather then a N. Screw you, N.
Thus, I do now call it Emolga-shipping. Cuz it's in England now :D Hope that made sense XD
And you're only a pansy if you had chosen Choice B :P
Anyway, next chapter, enjoy.
Choice A) Accept Skyla's party invite and see if you can win her heart there. Fortune favours the bold!
Okay, party it was. Elesa figured that doing the usual crap wasn't worth missing out on the chance to finally have Skyla all to herself. After all, who in their right mind wants to fight some cocky little idiotic douche-bag when there was a smoking hot red-head for the loving?
"Sure, sure, I'll come to the party." The blonde promptly reassured, her decision spilling out in audio form, and a flash of excitement coursed through her at the words; at last, a wonderful party with her Gym Leader buddies and her wonderful crush, with no worries (Except spilling the beans, of course, but in general, not much else to worry about) all the junk-food she could eat, any booze that might be there (Knowing Clay, there would be)
And of course, her wonderful crush. Did she mention that part?
Aside from her happy girly party thoughts, her mind also attuned to Skyla's oh-so joyful reply, the very sound of her happiness sending cute little tingles of lovey-dovey crap down Elesa's spine: "Awesome! Oh, boy, this is gonna be so much fun! We can eat lots-a yummy food, try some dancing stuff, hang out, chat with our pals! Oh, I can't wait until tomorrow!"
"Neither can I." The blonde assured her sister-in-arms, so to speak. The two had always been close, that much was well-known. Since diapers, dare she say it. Not that she would, of course. Reputation, remember? Anyway, back to the conversation: "I imagine it's going to be great. It's the Triplet's Gym, right?"
"Yep!" Skyla chirped, the phone receiver vibrating ever so slightly at the high pitch of her excitement: "Tomorrow, nine am. I can pick you up if you want."
"That would be great, Skyla." The blonde replied, promptly grinning at the idea of her lovely little Skyla popping over to pick her up and taking her to a party. Ah, life can be good after all. "I'll see you tom- Oh, wait; is this a casual party, or do I have to dress up?"
There seemed to be the faint shudder of movement over the line, causing the phone to vibrate slightly, indicating Skyla had shrugged and the shoulder movement had jarred her phone slightly, before the girl replied: "Dress up however you want, El'. I'm sure you'd like great anyway!"
The blonde, unknowingly to the red-head, pumped a fist in a tiny dash of celebration for the other female's appreciation of her looks (Gotta start somewhere, right?) before quickly replying: "Alright, no problem. Pick me up anytime past eight, alright?"
"No problem! See you tomorrow, El'!" Skyla giggled, and with the faint sound of a click through the line, the machine buzzed a negative at the call's continuation.
Elesa held the phone for a moment, feeling the smooth plastic against her ear lobe, simply absorbing the audio information she'd just undergone, before she let out a whoop of exhilaration and joy, casting aside both the phone and the damp towel and throwing herself onto her bed, clutching her nude stomach as laughter burst from her lungs, courtesy of the voice-box.
A party! A party tomorrow, to finally see Skyla and have her as her love! Oh, just as she was having a grumpy angst but five minutes ago! Arceus must be feeling cheerful today, for Elesa was successful! Oh yeah! Go Elesa! You the woman! Fuck yeah! Tomorrow was the time to live up to the former part of the title, Shining Beauty! Tomorrow, Skyla would be hers, all hers! YEAH!
Okay, okay, calm down. Which she did, her laughter dying down into little giggles, before they too vanished beneath a sigh of contentment and adjusting of behaviour. The first thing she did after the calm-down was realise, having jumped out of a shower to grab the ringing phone, that she was naked (A fan-boy would kill to see this), so she quickly slipped back out of her bed for the second time in the past ten minutes or so, and headed back to the bathroom to fetch her clothes.
Slip them on, quick spray of deodorant for a little freshen up, pop on her patented head-phones, twirl the cords around for a little bit of fun and then head off to the wardrobe.
Well, wardrobe was a generic term. A second room was more like it, considering the size of the storage space of clothing. Big enough to fit three Emboars in, with room for a plasma TV. And packed full of clothes, from dresses to jeans to shirts to bras to shoes to a random Yamask chirping happily from behind a shoebox.
Wait, what the fuck?
Okay, chase off the Yamask with a pair of convenient pliers, the Ghost-type grumbling as it vanished through the window, then head back to the wardrobe.
Elesa idly studied all her vast options of material dressing, sapphire eyes critically examining every last inch of fibre on each of her shirts, every last seam on her trousers and every last twinkle on that sparkly dress she quite liked. Being a top-model meant you always had a good selection of clothing, and every selection could make all the difference at the party tomorrow. Even smell made for an important factor, and Elesa's nose was quick to pick up which article had the nicest scent around it. Skyla was never impressed by an overload of perfume or make-up or whatever, so something casual was the best choice in the matter.
Elesa pondered to herself as she sorted through hangar after hangar; which would be the best set of clothing, which would be the most effective at earning Skyla's attention and awe, something that would totally make the red-head swoon and fall right into Elesa's waiting arms? What should she chose?
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Choice A) Just wear your regular Gym Attire. Don't fix what isn't broken.
Choice B) Wear the fanciest dress you have! :D
Choice C) Maybe a more casual look, like jeans and a jumper. That'll be nice.
Choice D) Wear a kinky French-maid outfit! That will make Skyla Soak herself! XD
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Elesa mused on her choices for a few more minutes, before sighing and shutting her wardrobe. She'd make her choice tomorrow, when the party was actually at hand. Besides, she had some more important business to take care of, presently.
With that, she headed off to another room of her apartment, a room that contained some more technical know-how; An impressive computer that was used for everything any computer could be used for, a small but powerful radio that could definitely blast out some slick tunes, a Pokemon recharge device (The ones used in Pokemon centres, to be specific) that was also linked up to an online Box system and lastly, a gleaming yellow Wii console. Lovely.
Anyway, the blonde epitome of electric feminine perfection (As some people referred to her as) quickly flicked on her computer, sat down on the comfy chair in front of it, waited the typical two minutes of the machine starting up, logged into her account, and promptly put up a video feed to her manager, so to speak. Well, that's what she called the guy who typically arranged her schedules and shit like that.
She waited a few seconds, before the feed was linked, and the ginning face of her advising pal, Gregory (AKA Greg), popped up on the computer-screen, looking as prim as ever in his fancy suit and sleek brown hair. He combined a friendly attitude with calculating competence, and was a somewhat close friend of the blonde.
"Miss Elesa! So lovely to hear from you!" Greg stated cheerfully, voice slightly static and resounding from the dual speakers on each side of the monitor. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Twirling one of her headphone cords in her hands idly, the Gym Leader replied casually: "Hey, Greg. Listen, I need a favour."
"What do you need, Ma'am?"
"Well, the other Gym Leader's are hosting a party tomorrow, from eight am onwards, and I got the positive to go there from Skyla. But... I know I've other stuff to do tomorrow. I was wondering if you could rearrange my schedule?"
"Ah, you never were one to miss a party." Greg chuckled, before putting on the serious business face. "Consider it done. I can ward off the hopeful trainers a day, and the modellers can wait, the patient chaps they are. But-"
"But what?" Elesa interrupted suddenly, leaning in closer to the computer screen in slight panic, blue eyes flashing slightly; what could possibly threaten tomorrow's event? What might delay her from claiming Skyla? "What?"
Greg raised an eyebrow at her uncharacteristic reaction, but replied: "Well... you know that rather persistent chap, James?"
Elesa froze, before leaning back into her chair with a frustrated groan.
Ah yes, James. Some black-haired idiot with an ego to match his idiocy. He'd battled Elesa three times in the last month (And lost all of them), and all but stalked her in-between those battles. A rabid fan-boy, some may say. If anyone could possibly ruin her day, it was him, that little fucking stalker-whiner-bitch.
"Fuck me. I hate that guy." The Shining Beauty grunted.
"Language, Ma'am. But don't worry; I could hold him off. Might be tricky. And certainly annoying. But I can do it." Greg assured her. "He won't get in the way; I promise this as your personal-"
"No, wait." The blonde said quickly, snapping upright in her chair as inspiration struck her like a lightning bolt. "Let me handle the little bitch. I think I have just the solution."
Greg raised the other eyebrow, before asking: "And what might that be, Ma'am?"
Elesa smirked:
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Choice A) Actually, forget the idea; Just let Greg handle it.
Choice B) Challenge the turd to a Pokemon battle! Nothing like kicking n00b ass before a party!
Choice C) Assassinate the little bitch. That'll take care of him...
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Author's Notes: Oh gosh, TWO choices in the second chapter :D
One for the dressing, and one for the handling of an idiot. What shall you chose, readers? Pick a choice for both questions, and review!
Remember, voting determines the next chapter :3
Personally, I'd have James get his ass kicked. Wouldn't you agree, GEEDZ? (Inside jokes FTW)