Pika Girl
Summary: I'm normal. Yes, very normal. That is, until yesterday I woke up with Pikachu ears and a tail. I don't know how it happened but I've been told the only way to get back to normal, is to make sure all the character from Pokemon world become couples; yes, they are real. That means I have to play cupid for REAL Pokemon characters before time runs out and I'm transformed into a Pikachu forever. (Poke, Contest, Ikari, Leafgreen, Ferriswheel, Kalos.)
Chapter 3: What I Have To Do Part 1
Well….look who's updating. *Stares at reflection in mirror* Something is wrong..I never update two fanfictions in one week. *squints* Oh well. Who cares. xD
Guests: Yes...yes...cliffys..we all hate them. (Except me. Haha! But I'm an author..so it cliffys don't bother me.. xP )
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"YOU!"
"ME," says ARCEUS, smiling hugely at me as I stare at him. "Hello Mia!"
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I exclaim loudly, my voice reaching a higher octave. "What have you done with my principal!?"
Arceus puts a hand to his chin and thinks for a moment, holding me in suspense. "Hmm...he went on vacation..."
"Where?!" I demand, but he doesn't answer. "Oh no….what did you do?!"
"He's not dead, if that's what you're worried about," Arceus says, frowning as if the idea that I'd think he dispose of someone in that way ridiculous. However, I wouldn't put it past this lunatic. Arceus IS a lunatic and no one can tell me otherwise.
"Why are you the principal now?" I growl, wanting the truth, even though Arceus undoubtly won't give it.
"Calm your Pikachu ears," Arceus says, sitting down in his fancy "principal chair" and looks at me while steepling his hands, trying to look 'cool'.
Glancing up at my head, I shriek, noticing that my hat has become lopsided, and my ears are standing straight up. I SHOULDN'T BE THINKING THAT THE SENTENCE THAT INCLUDES "Pikachu ears" and "mine" GO TOGETHER! What the hell?!
Cramming the hat on my head with one hand, I point a finger at Arceus. "Don't change the subject," I tell him testily.
Arceus smiles at me pleasantly, and proceeds to change the subject. "Anyway, get your cellphone out."
"Why?" I glare at him with my I-am-pissed-so-please-shut-up expression. Arceus doesn't comply.
"I'm giving you my number," he says.
"I don't want it," I say immediately after, my eyes getting all squinty.
Arceus tuts at me, shaking a finger like any adult would. "That's not acceptable. Do you want to transform into a Pikachu or fix your situation?"
I throw my cellphone at him; it slams into his face, knocking him off his feet. Never knew I was that strong..huh.
I stare, "For an all-powerful Pokemon...you're really lame right now," I state dully.
He pulls himself to his feet with helpful support from his mahogany desk. "That wasn't very nice Mia.." he groans, rubbing his reddening face from the impact.
"Screw you," I grumble. "So what the heck do I have to do?"
Arceus exchanges the numbers between our phones before placing my phone on his desk, and pushing it towards me. "I've told you. Well...firstly, I'll give you assignments via text message, and you'll do them so that you don't turn into a Pikachu!"
I deadpan at him. "Seriously."
"Seriously," Arceus says, grinning, and begins texting on his phone.
I raise an eyebrow, and watch as my phone vibrates on his desk. "I'M RIGHT HERE YOU STUPID HEAD!" I explode. I can't stand those who text someone who is in the room with them.
"Oh yeah…" Arceus murmurs as if he actually forgot my existence.
I rub my face; my life is officially awful. AWFUL I tell you!
"Well, your first assignment is to go meet the transfer student," Arceus informs me.
"Transfer student?" I repeat dubiously.
"Yes! His name is Paul Shinji," Arceus says, putting his phone back in his coat pocket, and folding his hands, sitting down at his desk once again.
I blanch, feeling pissed. "NO WAY!"
"No?" he questions in confusion, as if my reaction isn't natural.
"I don't want to meet Paul!" I declare insistently.
"How come?"
"HE'S A JERK!" I snap. "I don't want to help a jerk. Much less talk to him."
"You need to get him together with Dawn Hikari," Arceus states, retrieving an apple from his drawer and setting it on the surface of the desk. Isn't that usually what teachers do? Not principals? "Their meeting is crucial. You must make Paul like Dawn. Dawn likes everyone, so she will automatically be drawn to the dark and brooding Paul. You must make him fall for her." Arceus goes off into his own little dream world and I can almost see sparkles radiating off him.
I feel like hissing at the guy, and I know my ears and tail are standing on end in irritation.
"Why don't you go eat something?" Arceus suggests. "To calm you down. AH! I've got the last Jell-O here if you want it-"
Snatching the apple off his desk, I slug it at him. "EAT THIS!" I shout, and whirl around just as the door opens and Sunny bursts through, charging towards Arceus, who screams shrilly as she attacks him for the last Jell-O.
I stalk towards the door, feeling my face heat up in fury. This. Is. Not. Funny.
"WAIT!" I hear Arceus call after me. "You're forgetting something...uhh, someone!"
That's when I look over my shoulder to see a boy being shoved towards me, and the two of us topple to the floor on top of one another.
CLIFFY! *winks* Happy now? Anyways, that's all for now. Sorry for the super shortness, but hopefully the humor makes up for that? *puppy eyes* Sorry if it's weird...I finished this at midnight. o.o
Anyway, R&R!
~Misty/Ms. Ketchum