Somethink Kinda Funny
Disclaimer: Everything here is copyright to other people, like
Nintendo, not me.
Notes: Not really, but if you bother to read it all, I'd be
really happy if you also bothered to tell me your honest opinion.
Rating: I just realized how funny rating is... PG-13 for future
chapters, anyway.
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Three dark figures, two tall and one small, jumped down from the
high brick wall and landed silently in the grass beneath it, one
of them clutching a pokèball tightly in his hands.
"Yes!" the other one cheered under her breath and
high-fived her smaller companion, as the one with the pokèball
threw it forward, and a furry creature formed from the white
beam.
"Grow?"
"Growlie, it's me!"
The Growlithe cooked its head, looking at the black-clad man
quizzically.
"Me, James!" he pulled the elastic from his hair, and
the blue locks fell down around his face. The pokèmon's face lit
up and he lunged at James, knocking him to the ground as it
licked his face.
Meowth peered over at him, laughing happily and looking like a
five-year old under the overjoyed Growly, and then turned the
Jesse.
"K-9, check."
She mirrored his smirk.
Ash Ketchum whistled a happy tune as he walked down Route 1 from
Viridian, approaching Pallet Town.
"...oh when the saints come marching...." Brock joined
in, "Ow! Misty, that hurt!" both he and Ash had
received a smack with her paper fan, and she just stuck her nose
in the air and marched past them. Ash made a face, and then
caught up with her.
"Ooooh, I waaaant to be in that numbeeeer..." he
bellowed into her ear. Brock sighed and looked at his watch.
"No! No, absolutely, no!" James yelled and backed away
to find Jessie between him and the door. He tried to push her
aside a couple of times, but at last gave up and bolted for the
window, receiving a painful furyswipe before he found himself
hyperventilating and desperately wishing for a quick death in the
middle of the floor.
"Try having a little team spirit." Meowht suggested.
"But... but..." he yelped as they approached him from
both sides. He briefly considered yelling for Growly, but then
remembered that his beloved pokèmon currently was in his
pokèball which was placed on a very high shelf on the opposite
wall, and instead tried to dive under the bed, which failed
miserably.
"James, you are the only one that can possible do this. Your
hair is right, and you seem to have an astonishing talent of
attracting other men." Jessie told him and pushed him over
to the chair in front of the mirror.
"But he isn't..."
"You're not going as yourself."
Meowth pointed over at a costume from one of the countless failed
Pika-swipe attempts, and James suddenly realized that not only
did he so indeed have the right hair... but also that the chance
of getting to wear one of those long, gorgeous dresses that he
just loved was like zero while taking this role.
Brock's face lit up as he saw the three houses of Pallet Town
come into vision and he took a good grab of the pokèmon master
to be, yanking him away from Misty and pushing him in front of
himself.
"Look! We're almost there!"
Ash cheered and started running with Misty speeding up as well,
and Brock followed in a more modest speed, smiling at the thought
of Mrs. Ketchum, Mrs. Ketchum's well-equipped kitchen, Mrs.
Ketchum, Mrs. Ketchum's lingerie drawer (he had discovered it
during his last stay there), Mrs. Ketchum, Professor Oak's
granddaughter, and Ash being occupied with other things than
Misty. Three weeks lost in Viridian forest without anybody to
battle, zero interesting pokèmon to catch and, oddly enough, no
Team Rocket attacks, had made the younger kids starting to take
out their frustration on each other, and Brock had developed a
nasty migraine that set in every time the voice of one of them
rose above a certain amount of decibel. The last two hours had
been hell. "Oh when the Saints" lost its charm when you
weren't allowed to sing along and had to listen to somebody else
yell it at a third person. Especially somebody who's voice that
lately had gotten a nasty tendency to crack when pushed too high.
Things didn't really turn out the way Misty had hoped. Mrs.
Ketchum's house was empty and locked, which meant she had to wait
even longer to get a shower. Then Ash had decided she was most
likely at Professor Oak's lab.
Once there, they had found Gary, Tracey, and May, Gary's sister,
all of them occupied with shuffling dung out from the Ponyta
stable at Professor Oak's order, and all of them, Gary the most,
looking none too pleased with the situation. Then, of course, Ash
and Brock had starting cooing over May, who had looked a bit
confused on them, Brock in particular, Tracey and Gary had
scowled, and then May had stepped back taking Tracey's hand, to
which Gary scowled again, but still had told Brock to 'keep his
hands of his sister'. When the confusion about that matter was
cleared out Ash had wanted to go find his mother and Professor
Oak, and Tracey had told him that they were discussing something
in private, Gary had gotten a look of horror by a sudden
realization, May had looked even more confused and Brock claimed
to be a bit nauseated.
And after that the conversation had more or less centered about
May. What was of a conversation, anyway, which wasn't anything
impressing. Tracey lapsed into cheesy grins every time he looked
at her, Ash was telling her about his journey and blushed
whenever she complimented him, Brock... well, Brock only blushed,
and Gary obviously adored his sister as well, so none of them as
much as looked at Misty.
What a bitch. She didn't train... heck, she didn't even have any
pokèmon. She wasn't all that smart, straight out dense
sometimes, she didn't seem to talk much out herself, only nodding
and cooing over what the others said... and it wasn't like she
was all that...
Misty sighed. May was pretty. May was very pretty indeed. And
Misty HATED to be ignored like that, even if she didn't have any
particular interest in any of the ones ignoring her.
Later that evening, after Mrs. Ketchum had announced that
everybody was invited home to them for dinner to celebrate that
Ash was home again and Professor Oak kindly had went beforehand
with her, offering to help with the cooking so "you kids can
catch up" (Brock, Tracey, Gary and Misty had exchanged a
quite uncomfortable glance at this while Ash and May obliviously
watched), they were now walking through Pallet Town.
It was a quite night, and nobody said much, before an Officer
Jenny shot out from the bushes beside the road.
"Hi!" she said and looked Brock straight in the eyes.
"Uh..."
"Wow! Is it really a police station here in Pallet town
too?!" Ash asked and looked at her. Officer Jenny glared at
him and slid an arm around Brock's shoulders and took of into a
smaller road, which soon led to a shabby hut where a smiling
Nurse Joy stood waiting for them.
"Our first guests!" she said as she clasped her hands
together and her eyes started to spark, but Brock didn't even
notice her. Officer Jenny walked over to her.
"Welcome to the newly build Police station/Pokèmon center
of Pallet Town!" she and Joy cheered and struck a pose as
confetti started falling over them.
"That's... nice..." Tracey said when the silence had
fallen over the little group. Brock was too busy gawking on Jenny
to speak, and everybody else looked puzzled at them.
When nobody said anything more Misty started to move.
"So..." she said slowly, "I guess we should
go..."
"Oh, please no!" Jenny cried and ran over to Brock
again, "Let me enjoy the company of such a... handsome young
man some more..." she said and kissed his cheek, to which a
grunt erupted from his throat.
"I REALLY think we should go." Misty said through
clenched teeth and took his ear and dragged him away, the other
ones following them silently.
As soon as the little assemble left the road Officer Jenny turned
to Nurse Joy, who had started filing her nails.
"Jesse! Couldn't you at least let me take the one with a
girlfriend? This way we aren't ruining anybody's life but
mine!"
"Oh, shut up." She snapped, "This is just as bad
for me as for you. And somebody's life WILL become miserable
after this..."
To be continued