Subject: [PW!] I'm Not Bish, I'm Just Drawn That Way Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 03:41:40 -0400 From: "Newton Haights" <newhaights@aol.com> Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon (OOC: After a talk with Talen, I found something out. I gotta do some mad rewriting. And I need a filler PW before Gads finds Andrew...or something...) (OOC2: Speaking of Talen . . . the really excellent writing and most of the dialogue courtesy of him. ^^;;) PW!: I'm Not Bish, I'm Just Drawn That Way. -OR- PW!: Bish Upon A Shooting Starmie: The Latest Hot Hot Pokemon Yaoi Lemon :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* Andrew had long since entered to the Mahogany Pokemon Center. The first thing he did was walk over to an empty corner and call out all his Pokemon. "Guys, I'd like you to meet the newest member of the team. Guys, this is David. Da -- "Bulba?!" "Yes, another David. David, you've --" "Piiiika?" "Yes, another Abra. You've met --" "Grrrrrrowl?" "Yes, he knows Mega Punch too." Andrew waited for any further interruptions before continuing. "Anyway. David, you've met David already. This here's Snicker, that's Blaze, that's Yuugi, and that flashy guy over there's MC2." Andrew sat back as David -- the Abra -- introduced himself to the team. Blaze was the first to speak up. <<So, how'd you and Andrew meet?>> <<That's the thing,>> David replied. <<I'm not sure why I'm even here. Last I remember was getting recalled by my previous owner...>> David tried to recall this memory, but failed. <<Goddish, I can't think of when that was. Been so long.>> <<Heh, well, don't worry, dude.>> Snicker patted David the Younger on the back. <<Andrew's a cool guy. Say, you, uh...heh...you wouldn't happen to play any musical instruments, would you?>> <<Not really. I don't do much of anything, actually.>> <<Hehe...oh well. We -- that is to say, uh, Andrew and I -- we tend to jam every now and again.>> <<Cool.>> David looked around. <<So, uh, just out of curiosity, where'd Andrew come up with your names?>> <<Well, Andrew always said I was very lighthearted, very jovial,>> Snicker said. <<Mostly because of this streak of white on my head,>> answered Blaze. <<Here, have a look.>> <<The person whom I trained under had a mankey with almost the same name.>> <<Cool, cool.>> David looked at Yuugi. <<How about you?>> <<Well, it's a looooong story...>> *****flashback***** (ooc: I'm not too sure about the years here...either they're in time with real time or they're in time with PW time. Or neither at all. So sue me.) This story begins in the unforgettable winter of 1995. Ash Ketchum's megalomaniacal rise to power was a few years away, and a young Imakuni? taught us how to laugh. James O'Reilly had been dead for 3 months; Andrew's official inception to the Indigo League was postponed to give him some time to grieve. It was December 5th, and Andrew was ready to start his own Pokemon Journey. "Now remember," said Professor Oak, "the Pokemon you choose today will have a tremendous effect on your entire future. It will also affect the first choice your rival makes -- a rival that hasn't been written for yet and frankly, we're not sure even exists, but that's the way things go." Prof. Oak shrugged. Andrew pondered his choice carefully. 'Well, Mom and Dad promised that I could take Blaze with me, so that takes care of most of the local wildlife...but what's after that? Aah, Brock and his rocktypes. Grass is good...but so is Water.' Andrew thought a little longer. 'Well...Pikachu are so vastly popular...Squirtle would be suicide at this point.' "I'll take Bulbasaur." "Okay then." Oak pushed a button, and the other two pokeballs sank into the pedestal, while the third was registered to Andrew's license number. "Any idea what name you're going to call it?" "Hrrm. To be honest, I don't know." *****A Day Later***** "I still don't know." Andrew sat in a field north of Pallet, still racking his brains trying to think of a clever name to give to the young Bulbasaur. Blaze was sitting next to him, offering suggestions and feedback. <<Ivy?>> "Ivy? Nah, too girly. D. Milo?" <<Nah, too obscure.>> "Fushigidane?" <<Nah, too long. And besides, neither of us even know Japanese.>> "Yeah. I don't even know that that *is* Japanese." Andrew was suddenly interrupted by the 'mon of the hour running at breakneck speed (impossible, technically, since Bulbasaur have no necks, really) back to Andrew. "BulbaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA --" "Whoah whoah whoah. What's wrong?" <<*gasp* over there -- girl -- bellossom -- stunning -- love -- tried to kiss -- *gasp* -- got too close -- trainer -- tried to catch -- chasing -- running -- *gasp* *puff* *puff*>> "Slow down...catch your breath...start over..." Just then, the trainer in question walked over. The trainer in question could be best described as tallish-short -- or, in other words, unremarkable. Much like Andrew. In his hand he held a Pokeball, and trailing behind his leg was a particularly colorful Bellossom, its petals rustling. As the trainer stopped, it hid behind his leg and peeked out, occasionally, up at Andrew. "This your Bulbasaur?" "Ah, uhm, yeah, he's mine." Andrew paused. "You must be the owner of that Bellossom he was talking about." "Owner is such a harsh term." "Eheh...sorry. So...Bellossom. Huh. I didn't think there _were_ any this far east." "There aren't. Can't you tell by my obvious, broad, incredibly foreign accent?" The trainer smirked, extending his hand. "Travis Allen. And this..." he shifted his leg, exposing the Bellossom for a moment before it hid again, "...is Beej. Andrew started to make a possible joke about the Bellossom's possible lineage, but decided against it. Travis grinned, noticing Andrew catching himself. "This --" he indicated his hand again -- "is how we, in my country, say 'Herro, wat zere, skippah?'." "Oh, sorry. How rude of me." Andrew shook Travis' hand. He thought to himself, 'Hrrm....T. Allen...where have I heard that name before...' "Anyway-" Before the young man could finish his sentence, a distinctly taller form strode up confidently and hoisted Travis onto her shoulder, not skipping a beat, the Ampharos alongside behind her bouncing merrily to keep up. The handshake was broken and Travis' face betrayed utter surprise as he was walked around a corner. Beej, the bellossom, blinked, before running off after him, but not before dropping a single slip of paper... an order slip for the box set of Fushigi Yuugi on DVD... Blaze saw the slip first. <<Yo Andrew...what was that you were saying about Fushigi-something?>> *****A few minutes later...***** <<That'd be PERFECT!>> "You sure? Yuugi wouldn't be too obscure?" <<NO. Trust me.>> "You absolutely sure?" <<Please. For the love of Goddish. Call me Yugi. Trust me. We ever see that Beej again...it'll impress her. Please. If anyone asks, I'm a huge fan.>> Blaze offered some commentary. <<... Shouldn't you, like, I don't know... WATCH some of it someday?>> <<Pssht, naw, man. I've heard about the show. Back before that old guy caught me, a Pidgey I knew told me that...what were his words? "Being male and liking Fushigi Yuugi pretty much guarantee being flamingly gay. ...You know, not that there's anything wrong with that.>> <<Of course not.>> <<Of cousre not.>> Blaze broke the awkward pause that followed with a sigh. <<You are going to get us both in trouble, somehow. This is what the stupid humans call 'Whacky Hijinks' on their shows. You going to try dating two girls at once as well?>> Yuugi winked. <<Hell yes. That guy had another cutie out too.>> <<... Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god. Kill me now. Killl meee nowww. Next thing you know I'll be appearing on Frasier as the Long Lost Cousin of the goddamn dog.>> He sighed again. <<Is the other girl a Jumpluff?>> <<Mmm-hmm. Always had a thing for cheerleaders.>> <<... Don't tell me, let me guess. You're going to join the cheerleader squad under the guise of 'Yuugina' and pass comment 'that hot Yuugi guy' to said cheerleader, while stuffing your bra, then through the half-times of each match, dash back to the Fushigi Yuugi convention to woo young Ms. Bellossom, all while juggling cheese.>> <<That's ridiculous.>> Yuugi scoffed. <<I'll be juggling _ham,_ not cheese.>> <<And what's my part in all this, as your wacky sidekick and best friend? I need to know so I can answer the judge as to why you were found dead with a cucumber up your ass.>> <<But I'm not dead yet.>> <<Got a stopwatch?>> <<Yeah, why?>> <<... never mind.>> *****Back to the Future...***** <<...and that's how I got the name Yuugi.>> Andrew smirked; the rest of the team sat there dumbfounded. David was the first to break the silence. <<So what happened? Did Andrew and Travis ever meet again?>> Andrew broke into the conversation. "Actually, we did about a week afterwards. I decided to go to the movie theater in Celadon, and Travis happened to be there. He let Beej see this movie, "Bish Upon a Shooting Starmie" -- we had no idea what it was about -- and Yuugi just PLEADED to go see it... " *****Re-flashback***** <<YAOI'S ABOUT THAT!? *puke*>> *****Here and Now***** Blaze started laughing -- quite hard, in fact -- and said, between guffaws, <<The funny part is, after she ran out of the movie, I ended up leading Beej out of the theater. I even offered to find some way to clean her up. Heheh, she said she always DID have a thing for fire-types...>> Yuugi grimaced. <<Yeh...goddamn bastards.>> And a good time was had by all. <<Oi, what about me?!>> ...except for Yuugi. TBC? Nah, probably not. -- N3W70N teh webby: www.geocities.com/newhaights/ teh siggy: www.geocities.com/newhaights/siggy.txt teh LJ: www.livejournal.com/users/ajoreilly zuntakatattaka zuntakatattaka