“A Rose By Any Other Color” : Pokeshipping, part one
Of course, I don’t own anything! I’m just your average
Notes - I
have been feeling very uninspired to write lately… I’ve
had less than zero ideas… but I came up with this one tonight while
I was shutting down my department at my job… What if I took a
well-known line/moment from another OTP and applied it to this
one? That being said, I’d love to thank the writers who made
Drew such a butt because, without his stupid rose line, I wouldn’t
have felt this wave of inspiration I’ve so desperately been in need
(I hope nobody hurts
me for stealing this moment and forcing it onto Ash and Misty!)
Summary - …
Would not have nearly the same effect on them. Either of them. What
the heck has Ash gotten himself into? Pokeshipping!
He can’t explain
it, but he’s had to pump himself up quite a lot to come this far.
It’s the first
time in quite awhile that he’s had enough free time to visit his
friends around the Kanto region. Usually he has just long enough to
stop at home for a couple of days, see how his mom is doing,
celebrate with her over his latest placement in the League, visit
Professor Oak’s lab to check up on his Pokemon, and then research
wherever he’ll be wandering off to next.
But the unforeseen
free time has given him an opportunity he hadn’t previously had the
chance to take advantage of.
“Oh, Ash? You’re
back already, huh? Sorry, I’m still cleaning the…” his
redheaded friend, Misty, falters after taking into account his
preoccupied hands. “Wait, what’s that?” she asks him,
earnestly curious of his intentions.
His nerves are set
afire again, his unexplainable anxiety threatening to take complete
hold over him. The whole thing was supposed to be real quick and
simple… He couldn’t understand why it seemed so awfully
complicated and confusing!
“Oh, uh, this?”
he replies innocently, holding up the bouquet he’d bought from a
local floral vendor. “Yeah, sorry - I mean, uh, here you
go!” And he tosses them into her arms, causing her to drop the mop
she’d been previously using to clean the arena floor.
“I - I’m - I
mean, I don’t…” she rambles on, face flushing furiously at this
sudden event taking place between them. She’d known for a long time
of course that Ash would someday (maybe, hopefully) come around and
finally understand how he felt about her but she hadn’t noticed the time had come to pass already. There had been no indicators since
her best friend had first arrived the day before that he’d managed
to bridge the gap of his own romantic unintelligence…
“Oh, wait! Right!
I guess I should explain!”
redhead says cautiously, “I guess you should.”
“Well, it’s not
a big deal. Those roses are for Gyarados.”
>HELLO, HUMAN! I’M ORIGINAL CHARACTER ASTRAL, A MAGICAL PRINCESS FROM ANOTHER REALM! >And I am Original Character Devon, a normal human from this normal world. >OH! I SEE YOU’RE A COMPLETELY ORIGINAL CHARACTER, JUST LIKE ME. >You do not say. I only hope nobody steals us from our well-crafted story. >YES, THAT WOULD BE RUDE AND UNCLEVER. NOW LET THE TOUCHY TIME BEGIN! >I am afraid I cannot allow you that. >WHY, BEST FRIEND DEVON? >Because there is something called personal MySpace. >AND HOW DOES IT WORK? >I do not know. It seems people will stop watching this promo right now. >WHAT PRO-