Amy47101: Hiya, peoples. I seriously do not have much to say... -.-"

Malory79080: I know what to say! I wrote this chapter, and I hope you like it! :)

Disclaimer: We both don't own Pokemon (which saddens me every day)

Chapter 9: Gym Battles, Adverts and Trouble

Dawn's POV

"Huh?" both Paul and I manage to say. She wants to have my Eevee star in her adverts?

"No," Paul decides. I glare at him. He can't answer for me! It's my Pokemon.

"Wait, I really like this idea," I cut in. Paul frowns at me. I think quickly on my feet (well, on my chair, but who cares?). "Give me one good reason why I can't."

Paul ponders for a little. "We have a Gym battle and we could get to Castelia City tonight if we hurry."

"That's a slight problem," I admit. I see White recoil in disappointment. I decide to make her day, "but I can figure something out!"

"Great!" White exclaims her eyes lit up. She then tugs on Black's arm, and starts to arrange the shoot with me. After deciding on a time, they both leave the café.

I sigh and look at Eevee. She's going to be a star! I always knew that my Pokemon would be destined for stardom. I mean, I'm superstar material; it's just that some people don't recognise that. I turn to my lasagne and devour it. Paul looks at me with an appalled look. I shrug and start to smooth down Eevee's fur. She needs to look appealing.

"You do know that she'll get tended to at the shoot, right?" Paul asks, pointing to Eevee. I grumble when I realise that he's right. Stupid Paul.

I roll my eyes and pick up my bag. Paul then stops me.

"What are we going to do about that problem?"

I scratch my head, thinking. "What about if you go get your Gym badge while I do the shoot. If the shoot goes well, then I'll have enough time to obtain my Gym badge. Then we can rest up at the Pokemon Center until tomorrow, when we make our way to Castelia City."

"Okay," Paul simply says and leaves the table.

"Wait!" I plead. "Where are you going?"

"To get my badge. I'll meet you at the shoot." He says with his frown. He then saunters off.

I sigh and collect my belongings. I can always take a walk to consume time until the shoot. I mean, it's not like I'm bored. Only boring people are bored. I could always go shopping. This city is supposed to be really arty so they must have clothes on sale.

Paying for our food, I left the cafe. Once outside, I began to stroll absent mindedly around Nacrene, Eevee and Piplup smiling beside me. I walk past warehouses, all painted with bright colours. I then pass an old rail track. It looks abandoned, no one uses it anymore.

I sit down on a nearby grassy area, taking in all the scenery. I brush down my dress and adjust my hat. My mind wanders to the shoot. Maybe I could help with the wardrobe department. I am a renowned accessory designer after all. They should be honoured to have me even offer. I decide against offering, for I hated my cocky side, and surely didn't want to show it during my Pokemon's debut. It was their debut, after all.

"Pip, Piplup!" Piplup called out to me. I frowned. Piplup never uses that voice unless… There's something important happening. I frown again. I know that the shoot is important, but Piplup doesn't get excited about these sorts of things.

When I used to do a little modelling, Piplup wouldn't even talk to me. I think he felt like I was neglecting him. But that's not happening now! I think something's going to happen. I stand up, cautious, and then squeal when I see a…STAIN on my dress. This is a disaster! I rub at it frantically but freeze when I hear a rustle in the nearby bushes.

I walk over to it, scared. Who is there? This is too creepy; I know that it's freaky.

"Dawn!" a voice shouts out to me. I spin around to see White, glancing at her watch.

"How do you know my name?" I ask. "I haven't told you."

"Who doesn't know you?" White says coolly. "I mean, you're Dawn Hikari Berlitz. You're an amazing accessory designer. Now, let's get to the shoot. I need to ask you something else."

And with that, White hurried in the opposite direction. I hurry after her, wondering why she needs me at the shoot so early.

When we arrive, I gasp. There are millions of cameras, caravans, lights, backdrops, clothes, Pokemon and people milling everywhere. The set is right next to Pinwheel Forest (right next to Nacrene City). There are flowers everywhere, making this spot quite appealing.

"What's up?" I ask, tying to sound relaxed. Truth is, I'm really nervous; I'm not used to this kind of background. I only modelled when I was eight for about six months, and my memory is too foggy to remember what it was like.

"I saw your Piplup," White answers. She grins at me. "I'd like Piplup in this advert, too."

"Wow," I manage to say. "You want Piplup, too?"

I look over to Piplup. He is waving his flippers around and nodding. He's too dramatic.

'Like Pokemon, like trainer,' I think.

White nods and picks up Piplup. "Yes. The advert is advertising a Pokemon shampoo. Basically, what will happen is Eevee is participating in a beauty contest and wants to win. All the other contestants look beautiful, and Eevee feels out of her depth. Then, Gigi, my Tepig, will offer her the shampoo. After Eevee's taken it and put it on, she goes in front of the judges. Your Piplup will be one of the judges. She'll show off her fur, and the judges will hold up a card that says '10/10'. Piplup will show his card, first."

My mouth is wide open. "Isn't that a little hard to do in a few hours?"

"Oh, not at all!" White laughs. "It's as easy as pie."

Is pie easy? I shake my head at the thought.

White then talks to this man, the director, about the shoot, and then walks off. I stand awkwardly to the side. I'm not really sure what to do. Maybe I should help? I decide to browse the clothes for the shoot. I'm disappointed, though, because the only accessories are two pink bows and a red bow-tie. I think they're both for my Pokemon.

I wonder how Paul is doing… WAIT! What am I talking about? He's just another guy that annoys me and called me 'Troublesome'. In fact, he's a big jerk. He's totally not worth thinking about.

Then why am I thinking about him?

After the shoot is done, many people (mostly the crew and White) congratulate me on my Pokemon. I have to admit: I think they did fabulous, too! Eevee was super confident, she's really feeling better about the trauma we had yesterday. Piplup looked so smart, though! I almost died with happiness when Piplup pulled the card up.

I'm about to collect my Pokemon from White when I hear a crash next to me. I spin around to see three unconscious people, all with gashes on their heads. I can see poke balls lying next to them, empty.

"Their Pokemon have been stolen," someone concludes. I then see Black, his face confused. I scoot over to him in a hurry.

"What do you mean?" I ask, scared.

"I know a few of these people, and they all love their Pokemon dearly. They wouldn't just leave their Pokemon out. And look:" Black points to one of the poke balls. "The mechanism on this has been broken. But I don't know how and why…"

Black paces around for a while and then takes one of his poke balls from his pocked. Out comes a Munna, a pink floating Pokemon with purple flowers on it. To my horror, the Munna floats on Black's head, AND SUCKS SOMETHING OUT OF HIS BRAIN!

"WHAT'S HE DOING?! THAT'S DANGEROUS!" I shout. White places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry," she assures me, "nothing's wrong, I promise you. It's normal. You get used to it."

"How?" I whisper.

"Black's head is full of winning the Pokemon League," White starts to explain, "he has no room to think about anything else. What Munna's doing, is sucking the dream out of his head, enabling him to think about something else."

I recoil in horror. "What about his dream? How can he still want it if Munna sucks it out of him?"

"That's the thing," White chuckles, "the dream never dies out. I think it's because it's too important to him. It's quite admirable."

I nod and watch Black. His eyes cloud with Munna on his head, and he droops slightly. As quickly as Munna placed himself on Black's head, it left.

"Of course," Black whispers.

"What? What's happening?" I push for more answers.

"You!" Black suddenly shouts, pointing to a bush with a navy blue rock next to it.

"Um, Black? What are you talking about?" White asks sceptically.

"Come out," Black commands.

I start to think that Black is downright insane, but then I see the bush shuffling. Then, a woman with ginger hair comes out. I look at her in disbelief. The emblem on her outfit… It's a blue 'P'. Team Plasma is here. I immediately get angry. How can they still be so nasty after all the horrid things they've done? I remember those people, the duo. They were the one's who hurt Eevee. Those shameful people, that's not acceptable.

"What do you want?!" I snarl at them. If I don't look angry, then you're right. I'm fuming.

The Team Plasma grunt just smirks and hits the navy blue rock. The rock then…STANDS UP? It turns out that the rock is a Boldore.

"My motive is simple," she sneers, "I just want to liberate these Pokemon." She indicates a sack, which is moving, in one gloved hand. There must be the stolen Pokemon in there!

"Well that's not going to happen," I hear a voice, Paul's voice, tell the grunt.

Paul stands next to us, Torterra's poke ball clenched in his hand. Black pats him on the back, but recoils as Paul slaps the hand out of the way.

"Honestly," he grumbles, "Black and I were about to obtain our Gym badges after some training, but then we hear your girly screams."

"We weren't screaming!" I protest. Paul smirks. "If you want your Gym badge so much, then leave us alone!"

"You don't understand, though, Troublesome," Paul says. "I'm here to help."

Amy47101: Zzzz...

Malory79080: *shakes Amy47101's shoulder* Hey, Amy! Aaaaaammmmmmy! Wake up!

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Malory79080: Okay, reviewers, Amy fell asleep, and she doesn't seem to be waking up any time soon... *shakes Amy's shoulder again* so I guess I'll be saying goodnight or good morning or whatever time it is where ya live!