May I?
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, and if I did, Pikachu would be long gone by now. Haha, just kiddin'! Heh. >>;*eye twitch* How many times must I post this fic? First time, it got bah-leated, the second time, the forums crashed also bah-leating it, and I'm sure there's more BUT I CAN'T REMEMBER! >< *deep breaths* Yeah, 'tis the prequel of the almost finished story "Two Choices" that some of you might of read but there's a good chance you haven't read "t3h revised edition" before. So enjoy!
A/N: Uh, this plot will be mostly in the Mauville/Veranturf spots, and let's just say that Brendan and May got most of their badges so they are taking a break . . . a really long break. I believe the beginning sucks also btw. Too many characters to introduce.@_@
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Chapter One:
What is love? Is it someone that you have a great affection for? That person that gives you that funny feeling in the pit of your stomach? Someone that makes you feel all woozy if they touch you by accident? The score in tennis if you have zero points? It is true that "love" is all of those things; we can all define it, but does that mean we know what it's like to be loved? Or is it to be in love?
The autumn sky illuminated her angelic-like face, giving her a glow that no one but her could muster. Her deep sapphire eyes twinkled in the sunlight, the wind gently playing with her shoulder length chestnut hair. The soft, gentle rustling of leaves gave her the feeling of calmness, serenity. Her hand was entwined with his as she gave it a little squeeze, and their faces came closer and closer together . . .
"Oh . . . damn! Why do I always wake up at the good parts?" A boy Pokémon trainer, known as Brendan Birch, cussed to himself as he sat up in his sleeping bag, running a hand through his snowy-white hair. Trying not to wake up his other traveling companion a few feet away, the young trainer pushed himself out of his sleeping bag, his rear meeting the cold, damp grass.
Breathing in the fresh air, the boy's ruby-red eyes met the true blue of the sky as cirrus clouds slowly passed by, the golden rays of the sun turning them a soft shade of yellow. Though, the sound of snickers and murmurs disturbed this peaceful picture, and Brendan turned his head, finding a group of Pokémon huddled together as if in heated discussion.
"Man, he woke up!" he heard one state sadly in its' native tongue. "And it was getting juicy too!"
"Why does Brendan wake up at the good parts?" another one whined in Pokémon tongue. "His dreams are like cliffhangers! They just keep on continuing and continuing and- oh! Hey Brendan! Heh . . ." The creature laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.
"Muddy . . ." Brendan snapped his head toward the Pokémon as he warned his Swampert, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "What did I tell you about looking at my dreams?"
"Uh, not to?" the creature that spoke last, now known as Muddy, answered, forcing a fake smile onto his face. He shifted uncomfortably upon the gray boulder which he sat upon, lacing his blue paws together. His light orange whiskers - which were centered perfectly on each side of his face - quivered a bit as he watched his trainer tug on a black and red tee shirt through his bright orange eyes.
"And?" The boy popped his head out of his t-shirt, watching the Swampert through curious eyes.
"Not to ever?"
"Yeah, but you did anyways. Hm, how can I trust you now?" Brendan asked with annoyance but had a hint of playfulness in it as well.
"See, it wasn't my fault exactly," Muddy tried to explain himself. "It was . . . er . . . it was . . . Flare! The chicken did it!" Muddy pointed an accusing paw at Flare, a chicken at least over six feet with red, orange, and toasty tan feathers with bottom feathers that flared out like bell bottoms.
Flare froze in her place for a second, her scarlet eyes filled with nervousness. She dug one of her talons in the soft dirt. "Nuh uh! It was Skittles' idea!" She glanced at the Calm Pokemon, an innocent smile plastered on her face.
Skittles, a Delcatty, shook her head. Her chocolate-brown eyes were filled with amusement as she licked her dark-orange and maroon fur. "It would of been my idea if Sirius over here hasn't suggested it first!" She smiled smugly at the hyena Pokémon for the two were known for their rivalary and the fact that they were pretty keen on each other as well.
"What! It wasn't me!" Sirius, a smug and proud Mightyena, barked in protest. He shivered and shook himself at the mere thought, his ebony and gray fur waving back and forth with each movement. "It was Silver! He's the guilty one! I knew he was always . . . buggy." He glared at the cicada through his crimson eyes.
"No, really? You think?" Silver answered back sarcastically. He rapidly beat his ashy-white wings repeatedly before landing on the Flare's head. His beady, red eyes darted back and forth, staring at each Pokémon for a quick second, clinking his stormy-gray claws together in annoyance. "It's not me Brendan! I'm the most trustworthy Pokémon on your team and you know it! Well maybe besides Cy, but still, would I ever betray you?"
"Uh, duh?" Muddy replied as if this were obvious.
"Thunderbolt over there started it! He's the perpetrator!"
Thunderbolt, a Mantetric, glanced up from his position on the floor, a bored look in his scarlet eyes. He rested his tawny head upon his yellow and blue paws. "Why would I be interested in an old fart like Brendan?" he commented cooly.
"HEY!" Brendan's Pokémon, except Cy, shouted angrily.
"What? It's true you idiots, admit it," Thunderbolt concluded. "And by the way, it's Sapphire's fault; she's the one who actually thought of it last night before we went to sleep-"
"Uh, no I didn't!" Sapphire said, her amber beacon which swung back and forth in front of her head crackling with sparks of bright blue electricity. Water dripped off of her sleek, rubber-like, cerulean skin as she rose from the depths of the crystal-clear lake. "I had nothing to do with this! It was Banana!" she stated, mouthing an apology afterwards.
"Ah ha! It is Sapphire! She mouthed a sorry!" Thunderbolt exclaimed.
"It's not her fault," Banana, a Tropius, stated, her head hovering over the Tai's and Cherry's heads. A pair of fruit (mainly Nanabs) hung around her neck, its' sweet aroma drifting in the air. "It was those two over here. They convinced Cy to read your dream."
Tai, a flirty little Swellow with navy-blue and red feathers preened back and Cherry, a agile and graceful Beautifly with wings decorated in an array of bright and vibrant colors, looked at each other. "It was . . . HIM!" the two shouted at the same time as they flew over to the lake and hovered over it until a massive shape began to emerge from the lake's water.
"Fine! It was me!" a Gyarados, also known as Hydro, admitted. He narrowed his eyes at the rest of the Pokémon in disgust as water dripped off his cerulean scales. "And I would of gotten away from it too if it weren't for you meddling Pokémon!"
"Uh, jinkies!" Sapphire said, diving under water to avoid the gigantic wave Hydro created when he went above surface. The wave hit the land, drenching everything ten feet away from the lake.
"Zoinks . . ." Flare groaned, ruffling her feather, shaking herself dry. "Just . . . zoinks."
"Oops, sorry," Hydro apologized.
"Cy," Brendan said as he took off his bandana and wrung the water out of it, "why did you do what Hydro said? You usually don't listen to the other Pokémon very often stating that your intelligence might turn them for the worse or whatever."
The mysterious Cy, an Alakazam, only shrugged in return. "I was bored and your dreams make very good soap operas," he remarked cooly as he spun his telekinetic spoons through his hands. "We can turn it into a television show and call it Brendan, the boy with no brain!"
"Gee, I'm glad you find my life very entertaining to watch for your pleasure," Brendan replied sarcastically, putting his somewhat soggy bandana back on top of his head and tying it down.
"No problem!" Muddy replied, a smile on his face. "Were you being sarcastic?"
"He may of evolved and gotten smarter but his old Marshstomp self is still in there." Flare sighed and slapped her forehead with her sharp claws. "Now we just gotta figured out where it is and get rid of it."
"Figure out where and get rid of what?" someone asked from behind them in a soft voice that traveled with the wind.
"Hi May!" Cherry greeted her trainer warmly as she fluttered off the tree branch she was resting upon to land on her trainer's head. "We were just talking about yo-"
Muddy's eyes widened at the Beautifly's sentence. "Yo . . . ga!" Muddy finished for Cherry. "Yoga, very, uh, relaxing. Did you know there's an "O" yoga? I, for one, sure didn't."
"That doesn't surprise me," Flare remarked, grinning cheerfully at the glare the Swamp Pokémon gave her.
"I'm sure there is." May smiled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She ran her left hand through her short, chestnut brown hair as she straightened the wrinkles out of her t-shirt with the other. "Hey Brendan, we're suppose to go to Wally's before nine remember?" she brought up.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember alright," Brendan grumbled, frowning at the sound of his long time rival's name. "Wally . . . Ugh, I can't believe I just said his name!"
"Did we somehow force you to say his name or something?" Muddy questioned curiously.
"No, but-"
"Ah, do not even dare counter my intelligence, young trainer, for you might only hurt yourself doing so."
"Yeah well . . . Back at ya!"
"Are you guys ready to go?" May interrupted Brendan and Muddy's quarrel. "It's already seven."
"But it's only a fifteen minute walk to Wally's!" Brendan whined. "And I don't wanna see him when I don't have to yet! That wanna-be trainer! He gets his like tidey-whiteys in a knot when I beat him in a battle! What's the score now? Oh yeah, ten to zip! Who rocks!"
"Not you apparently since I'm the one that won all those battles," Muddy muttered to himself.
"Well, he does have rocks for brains!" Sirius pointed out jokingly.
"And he is hard-headed if you catch my drift," Silver said, playing along with Sirius.
". . . Some Pokémon team I have."
* * *
The sun peaked over the rolling hills of Verandturf Town, its' rays touching the tops of houses as Brendan and May entered the small town, one skipping in the ankle-deep crab grass, the other trudging through it, head hung low, back hunched over.
In the quiet neighborhood of Pine Crest Drive sat a boy, his feet swung over the wooden planks of his porch. He was staring up at the clouds, his emerald-green eyes sparkling from the golden light of the sun.
Immediately, as both boy and girl trainer entered the town, May squealed and ran toward the boy. "Wally!" she cried out happily to the green-haired trainer, dressed in a button up white tee and khaki jeans. She bounded up the porch steps and hugged the boy in a tight grip as if she were trying to smother him in love. The boy didn't seem to mind though; in fact, from behind May's back, he grinned evilly at Brendan.
Brendan reached Wally's home and scuffed the ground, glaring ice cold daggers back at the green-haired trainer and scatching his head with his middle finger in Wally's direction.
"So May," the green-haired boy began, letting go of May reluctantly, "oh, and 'Brandon,'" Wally 'accidently' said Brendan's name wrong, "how's the badges coming along? I've already got my fifth badge-"
"Ha! Were already on our seventh! Beat that 'Walter!'" Brendan also "accidently" mistook Wally's name as he taunted him. "Guess we know who the better trainer is huh May!"
May looked questioningly at Brendan. "Well maybe-"
"Of course I'm the better trainer right May?" Wally asked, putting on his puppy eyes.
"No, aren't I May?" Brendan too put on his puppy eyes.
"Um . . ." May looked at the boy trainers and sighed. "I'm out of here!" She quickly ran into Wally's house, slamming the wooden door behind her.
Brendan and Wally blinked for a minute before starting at it again.
"Look what you did Birch! You made May run away! I was this close too!"
"You were close? HA! In your dreams Wannabe!"
"Can't you think of any better comebacks!"
"I can!"
"Then try!"
"Well . . . uh . . . You're stupid!"
"You're an idiot!"
"At least I'm not a . . . stupid person!"
"Yeah, well, you're a japanese word for stupid!"
"At least I'm not . . . stupid."
* * *
May sighed to herself, cuddling in her makeshift bed on the floor. Wally and Brendan were fast asleep, shifting and snoring in their own sleeping bags. Reaching for her bag, she took out a small, red and white book. She nibbled on the rubber eraser on her pencil, opened the book and took out a flashlight. She thought for a minute before scribbling down furiously:
Dear Diary,
Well, here I am at Wally's. Brendan and Wally were at it again. I wonder why . . . What's wrong with them? Is there a chip programmed in their brains so whenever they see one another they go insane? I don't know but I'm completely clueless as you are!
May turned off her flashlight and shoved her diary back into her bag. She smiled as she saw the two trainers sleep peacefully; the only time when their not at each other's throats. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber herself.
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Gawd I hate the beginning. It does get better, I promise.
LaTeR dAyZ!
That doesn't make any sense at all to meh. You did it twice and misspelled Verdanturf Town. Just a typo - you spelled it Verandturf Town. 