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    Hm hm... looking, looking, looking for replies! Looking, looking, nothing's caught my eyes!

    Okay, I'll stop the rhyming. Good news: Chapter 6 is done. Bad news: I can't post it until next week! Just kidding! Here it is! *glances around at empty room while listening to echo*

    Okay, here it is! It has a tiny bit of sexual humor, if you can even find that! All in all, a big change from last chapter! Okay, okay, here it is!


    What Dreams Are Made Of


    Chapter 6


    May collapsed onto the floor of her room, just inside the door. Thank God Brock had finished his “romantic evening” with Gwyneth before 8:00, or Ash would’ve come back from his show! And if she’d been caught like that, They’d probably think she was a sicko or something! She checked her watch. 7:58. Misty would be back any time now, and she still had to return Brock’s Card Key so he’d think he forgot it. She slipped back into the room and set the Key on the bathroom sink. As she closed the door to the room behind her, she put her hands to her head and sighed. This couldn’t get any worse.

    She walked back into her room and looked at herself in the mirror. Somehow she looked… different. No, her clothes weren’t all wrinkled, her makeup wasn’t smudged, and her hair was still in fairly good condition. Oh no. Her hair. It had… nothing on it.

    Her bandana was still in the room!

    She checked the clock. 8:02. By now Ash would be back. How would she explain her bandana on the floor in his room?

    The door swung open. Misty was back. “Wow, that was a great show! I just wish he hadn’t made the joke about the menu items. I think Ash just wanted to disappear.”

    “Oh, h-he m-made a joke about the menu? I-I bet Ash r-really was embarrassed!” she stumbled on her words after the experience she’d just had.

    Misty gave her a curious look. “Hey, May, you okay? You seem… odd.”

    “Oh, yeah, sorry… I’m still a bit tired after… uh… going to the Gym to work out! You’d be surprised how heavy those weights are!” If there was one thing May was good at, it was getting out of situations like this.

    “Wow! With all that working out, I’m surprised you have any of your rack left!”

    “Huh?”

    “You know, your rack. Upstairs.” Misty motioned with her hands like she was raising something up at about chest level.

    “Oh, I agree, it is kind of amazing!” she said as she flashed a kind smile. A fake kind smile, but it was a good one.

    Suddenly the girls turned toward the door as a knocking sound came from it. “Who’s there?” May asked. As if she didn’t already know.

    “It’s me, Ash. Can you let me in for a second?”

    Misty opened the door for him. “You know, there’s a reason Professor Oak got one room for the boys and one room for the girls. You should know what that is by now!” May screamed internally. Yeah, she knew what it was. She’d just been through a living hell of a demonstration of it!

    “Yeah, well maybe you could explain that to your roommate.”

    “Huh? What are you talking about, Ash?” Misty was totally puzzled. What the heck WAS Ash talking about?

    “I found THIS in ‘the boys’ room’! Can you explain this, May?” Ash held up the bandana with a slightly angry look on his face. He’d find out why it was there. And if he didn’t, well… maybe something was amiss with May!

    “Oh, so that’s where he put it!”

    “Huh? Who’s ‘he’?”

    “I was working in the Gym when Pikachu came and stole it off my head! I guess he took it to your room, Ash!”

    “Oh, no! I’m sorry, May. I thought he was going to get a drink, but he was gone for 10 minutes! I guess he pulled a little prank on you. I’m sorry. He’ll get a little talking to, don’t worry.”

    “Oh, don’t do that! He was probably just playing.” She really was sincere about this. If Ash talked to Pikachu about it, he might trust his Pokémon more than her!

    “No, I have to. Pikachu just can’t go stealing other people’s things. Anyway, here’s your bandana, May.”

    “Thanks. But you really don’t have to. It’s no big deal.”

    “Yeah, but a trainer’s got to train their Pokémon not just for battle, but for life, too.” There he went again with his high morals. There was no way she’d beat him in this kind of argument. She sighed.

    “Okay, but don’t be too hard on him. I feel bad about it already.” That wasn’t exactly a lie, either. She felt like she had Butterfree flying around in her stomach. What if he figured it out?… Then again, this was Ash. Maybe she didn’t have anything to worry about at all.

    “I’m gonna go find Pikachu. See you girls later!”

    “See ya, Ash!” Misty waved goodbye to Ash. He still had trouble controlling his Pikachu. Sad. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder about May. Was she being entirely honest with them? Something seemed wrong about this whole thing. Oh, well. In the morning they’d be stopping in Madagascar, where there had been reports of Pokémon that the Pokédexes of trainers couldn’t identify. But nothing had been confirmed, so it remained a mystery. In the meantime, Ash had found Pikachu sipping a non-alcoholic Pina Colada in the bar.

    “Pikachu!” Ash ran up the steps. “How did I know this is where I’d find you-oomph!” Ash was knocked flat on his back when he ran into an Officer Jenny. He struggled to get up as she gave him a stern look.

    “Sorry, but no minors allowed in the bar area.”

    “But I… what… but my Pikachu’s up there! Why does he get to go in?”

    “Oh, Pokémon are allowed in, but they can’t have any alcoholic drinks.”

    “Oh, and I’m not allowed in at all?”

    “Don’t blame me. I don’t write the laws. I only enforce them,” she replied as she saluted. She was proud to be one of the few officers to work on the ship. None of her cousins had ever gotten to do this!

    Ash groaned. “Pikachu, get down here! …Pikachu? Uh… where are ya, buddy?” He spotted his prize Pokémon having a very interesting conversation with an Eevee. At least it seemed interesting, seeing as how they were totally immersed in the conversation.

    “Pikachu, why did you steal May’s bandana?”

    “Pi? Pi pika chu kachu pika?” (Huh? What are you talking about, Ash?)

    “Oh, you know very well what I mean! You told me you were getting a drink, then you went off and stole May’s bandana and hid it in our room!”

    “Pika pi! Ka pikachu pika chu pika pika chu!” (I did not! You should have seen how long that line was!)

    “Pikachu, don’t lie to me, now. You went into the Gym and stole May’s bandana!”

    “Pi? Pikapichupikapikachupikachupika?!” (What? They have a Gym here? Wow! Let’s go down and win a badge, Ash! Do you think we can beat the Gym Leader?!)

    “Pikachu, you’re talking so fast that I can barely understand what you’re saying! But no, it’s not that kind of a Gym! It’s a Gym for humans!”

    “Pika? Pika pi pikachu?” (So you fight and try to knock each other out?)

    “Alright, stop this nonsense, Pikachu! You’re in trouble! No battling for two weeks!”

    “PIKA??? Pika chu chu chu pikachu????” (WHAT??? Are you insane? No battling for two weeks????)

    “That’s right, Pikachu. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

    “Pika… chuu…” Pikachu sobbed this last line out. You can pretty much figure out the gist of what he said.

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    Okay, before you flame the skin off me, let me explain how Ash can understand Pikachu word for word. It's not exactly the words themselves, but Ash has developed such a tight bond over the last five years with Pikachu that he can pretty much figure out how he's feeling, as well as often times what he's thinking. And Pikachu kind of have the personality where they always say what's on their mind, anyway. At least in this fic. Okay, the flame-retardant shield is down! Say whatever you want! (Just please don't hurt meeeeeee!)
    Last edited by mr_pikachu; 2nd December 2006 at 01:01 AM.
    IT HAS RETURNED.
    THE TPM MAIN SITE.

    Quote Originally Posted by Gavin Luper View Post
    Holy crap ... I'VE become a grammar nazi, too.

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