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Question: Send in your questions for Cheren~~~~

My Answer: Also known as my husband. Who I am currently cheating on with Hugh. Shhhhh don't tell.

Characters: Gary Oak.

Summary: Because I forgot to upload this yesterday andMewtwostartedtonagmesoher ejusttakeitandgo -runs away to continue playing White 2 BECAUSE THE RIVAL IS TOTALLY IN LOVE ME IT TOOK HIM ALL OF FIVE SECONDS TO START FLIRTING WITH ME AND HASN'T STOPPED YET *Ahem* Because, I mean… I have homework to do. Yeah. That. *nodnod*-

Gary Oak

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"So, ladies and gentlereviewers… today I bring to you the extremely overdue Gary Oak!" With a flourish, Odile took the potato sack off of Gary's head.

"'Welcome' my ass," he snarled, blinking as his eyes grew accustomed to the light. "You kidnapped me."

"I prefer the term 'borrowed'. Anywho," she said, turning to face her reviewers, "who has a question for Gary?"

Several dozen hands shot up, but before she could pick anyone Fromidam jumped up, waving her hands maniacally.

"YES GARY MOTHERFUCKING OAK YES," she screamed, her words tripping over themselves in an attempt to leave her mouth. "Oh, oh, oh, ummmmmm… I need to come up with a question. AHHHH, PRESSURE… Okay, I need to calm down…" She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "Okay, question: what made you decide to wear/buy that black polo shirt? Because it was a really good choice."

The scowl fell off of his face, quickly replaced by his usual smugness. "I bought it because I thought it looked good, and I wear it because I know that it looks even better on me."

Odile ignored him, and instead frowned confusedly at From. "Fromidam, are you-"

"I'M NOT DRUNK OR HIGH, I PROMISE. I'M JUST TIRED."

"Alright, then," the authoress said, unconvinced. "Tri, you go next."

Tripolar nodded, and adjusted the microphone before speaking. "Does the mass of your ego need to be stored in a transdimentional pocket to reduce possible wide-scale destruction and fan-gasming?"

Odile gave the question a standing ovation. Gary scoffed, and tried to flip his hair. The attempt failed, and just made it look as if his head was having a seizure.

"Okay, Mitsy, your turn," Odile said, finally ceasing her applause.

"Well, I'd like to ask why he bleached his hair such an unfitting colour," the reviewer commented.

A muscle in his jaw leapt. "Did you guys drag me here just to hate on me?" he fired back.

"We like you, Gary. We just bully you to show our affections, all is." Odile caught Kasumi's eye, and grinned. "Go ahead, Kasumi."

Kasumi nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down in her seat. "I love you, Gary!"

"And I love that you love me," Gary replied, his mouth curling into a self-important smile.

"So, what's your real middle name and how did you get ten badges by Viridian City?"

"I got the badges by Viridian because I'm an awesome trainer," he answered, his tone adding the 'duh'. "And as for my real middle name… Well." He sent her a flirtatious look. "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kiss you."

"Speaking of your middle name," Olih interjected, "how'd you get it?"

"What? Gary Motherfucking Oak?" He dropped a wink. "How do you think?"

"Ew." The authoress made a show of fake-vomiting. "Gross. Sick."

He shrugged. "Hey, I can't help that everyone wants a piece of me."

"Ugh. Quick, someone else ask a question before I throw up all over him," she groaned.

"I have one," AshKetchumDarkSide said. "Gary, are you jealous of Ash's harem?"

Gary stopped glaring at Odile long enough to answer. "Nah. I mean, I have no idea how he manages to get them, but my harem is way better looking."

It was Jack's turn to ask a question next. "How does it feel to have lost anything to that little bitch, Ash?"

"Whatever. It doesn't matter that I let him win a few times; I'm still the better trainer. At least I know the basics of battling, unlike him."

"And, now that you've for some reason decided to be a researcher, have you made any discoveries?"

"My parents were researchers," said Gary stiffly, straightening his back in the chair he was strapped to. "And yeah, I have. Who do you think discovered how to evolve eevee into leafeon and glaceon?"

From her seat, Odile's expression softened a little. Still, she kept her arms stubbornly crossed.

"Gary," Puppy exclaimed, shooting up in her chair. "What do you think your manga counterpart's name is? Because I think it's Green, not Blue."

"I think it's Green, too," he agreed, lazily blowing a strand of hair from his eyes. "I guess people can call him whatever they want, but that's always the name I use."

Rising from her seat, the authoress took a look around the auditorium. "Alright, last question," she called.

MJ stood up, her hands clasped in front of her pleadingly. "Hi, Gary! I heard that your grandfather has quite a knack for poetry. So… can you recite a romantic poem for us? Pretty please?"

"Well." He smirked, trying to cover up the pleased blush that had stolen across his cheeks. "Only since I'm feeling generous today." He glanced up at Odile. "Untie me, will you?"

She huffed. "No. You'll just make a break for it."

"If you don't, I'll just assume that this is just some weird S&M foreplay-"

"Okay, okay!" Hurriedly, she untied him.

"Thank you." Standing, his eyes swept across the room and he gave everyone his very best smile. Six reviewers went weak at the knees. "Now, for a poem… Does everybody know E. E. Cummings?"

"You know of E. E. Cummings?"

"Don't sound so surprised. I am a poet." Adjusting his collar, he walked up to the nearest microphone and began to recite:

"'I carry your heart with me

(I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it

(Anywhere I go you go, my dear;

(And whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate

(For you are my fate, my sweet)

I want no world

(For you are my world, my true)

And it's you whatever a moon has always meant

And whatever a song will always sing is you.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

(And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;

(Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

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I carry your heart

(I carry it in my heart)."

"Wow." Even Odile was blushing. "That was really, um… Oh, wow." The combination of romantic poetry and the incredibly attractive teen reciting it was enough to make the noses of at least half the reviewers bleed. "T-take him away, Shadow Triad... and get Cheren next, will you?" Grabbing a handful of tissues, she began to hand them out. "Because I think we'll need to recover before we bring someone that sexy in again."